Disclaimer:I do not own Naruto or any of its respective characters. This fanfiction is for entertainment purposes only. (Mostly my amusement.) However, if I DID own Naruto, it would be called "Neji and Hinata: Byakugan Babies Galore!" That has a nice ring to it...
Author's Note:Slight lemon, nothing too serious. This is Part Two of the 'Tape Scene'. If you feel cheated, worry not. All of the lemony goodness will be revealed over time. Also, Hinata has undergone an intense ordeal, and thus her personality will be slightly altered. So, don't complain to me about her being out of character. She has been raped. Anyone would change after such an thing. Thank you all for you great reviews! It makes writing this immensely satisfying for me. I really hope you enjoy how the story is progressing. I know I am. Enjoy!
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Possession - Chapter Five
Hyuuga Hinata was helpless beneath her cousin. Strapped to the bed with electrical tape, she was unable to move or struggle as he covered her with his hands and mouth. He groped her roughly, while planting feather light kisses down her torso. Under different circumstances, she might even say she enjoyed his touch. But, circumstances would never be different, because he had yet to learn that taking her by force was not the same as earning her love.
Why couldn't he understand? Why did he have to do this to her now? After all the years she'd hoped that he would notice more about her than her title, or her much maligned weakness.
Hinata had finally given up hope that her stoic cousin would return her affections. All he ever did was ignore her, or berate her. Even after the small gifts he'd given over the years.
It was true, he didn't do anything for her out of kindness, but she'd caught the small smiles he tried to hide, and the glances that lasted just a bit too long. He felt something other that resentment for her, even if he never cared to admit it. So, she had waited. And waited, and waited. But their relationship, or rather his tolerance of her had never changed.
So she moved on, but Neji refused to let her go. Why now, when she was so close to happiness– and to Naruto?
"Mmmmhnnmnhnn," she tried again to speak. If she could only talk to him. If he would only listen.
Neji was biting her hips now, while one arm cradled her thigh, and the other scratched along her ribs.
She felt like a doll, tied to her bed in this way. He was playing with her. The tape binding her wrists and ankles caused her hands and feet to lose all feeling. The sensation in her arms and legs was a painful prickling, spiking up her limbs in dull waves. But, the sensation in the rest of her body was teasing, tickling and delicious. She felt it all. The pain and the pleasure. She had never felt so much in her life.
Neji dipped his tongue into her navel.
"Mmmmmmmm," Hinata moaned through the tape. This was wrong. So, why did it have to feel so right? Why did she want him to touch her? After what he did... Her eyes widened in anguish. What he was doing now... Her head slumped back down on the bed.
Why was he doing this?
"Nnnnnnnnnnn..." She tried to call out his name. To tell him that she loved him already, that she only wanted to have the choice– that he didn't need to do this.
Neji did not hear her. He always watched, but he never listened.
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Hyuuga Neji kissed, licked, probed, bit and fondled every inch of his gorgeous, perfect Hinata-sama. As she lay beneath him, there was no part of her that he did not see, that he did not taste and savor. He had wanted her for so long, quietly watching– and waiting. The time had finally come, and now he had her; his demure, lovely little Hinata-sama. But, as he made his way back toward her face, to watch her expression as he thrust into her, he noticed something different in the way her silvery eyes drifted toward his.
She no longer hid her face from him, but when he saw into the deep white pools, he found no spark or quiet fury. No determination to go on. Neither fear nor despair radiated from her expression. There was nothing there at all. Nothing he remembered or admired. Only emptiness, as if Hinata-sama did not exist. She no longer cared what he did to her, or how he made her feel, because she felt nothing. Despite the reactions of her body, Hinata-sama felt nothing for him.
His body tensed and froze, the tip of his sword throbbing for the warmth of her sheath. He held it over her opening, willing his body to comply. Had he done this to her? Had he killed the light in her eyes?
He swallowed hard, and his arms began to tremble. He looked down at her again, taking in her lithe form. Still and passive, she lay there. Numb and cold, strapped to the four posts of her bed. It was what he'd wanted, what he'd planned. But now–
His stomach began to churn, and sweat beaded on his brow. "Hinata-sama," he spoke, as if only now acknowledging her presence. "Hinata-sama... I-I– " He stumbled over his words, his mind raging in conflict.
God, he wanted her. He'd wanted her for years. Even when they were children. Perhaps it wasn't lust then, but he'd thought of her as more than just his cousin, his Heiress, or his charge. She was his possession, the payment given to him in exchange for his father's life. If he had to devote his life to her protection, it made sense to demand her in return. It was only fair, and she never objected.
Neither did Hiashi-sama.
Neji closed his eyes as he braced his weight on his arms, at the sides of her head. Such temptation, laying right there beneath him. He took a long, strangled breath, releasing it in a tight hiss.
"This is wrong," he finally said. She did not react. She only stared, looking through him with dull white eyes. He had gone too far, had allowed his rage and frustration to twist his love into obsession. And Hiashi-sama had let him do it, had even encouraged it. He grimaced. Neji didn't know which one of them was worse, himself or his uncle.
He tried to push himself away from her, but his body would not move. He still wanted her. He still wanted to sheathe himself inside of the shy girl, to pound away at her soft flesh, leaving her red and bruised and thoroughly used. Just like the last time.
His eyes moved from her pale throat to the mark on her shoulder. She was his. He had claimed her, and he had meant every word. He meant it still. His mouth began to water at the dark thoughts tempting him, so Neji made a vow to himself. This would be the last time. He would never again take her by force. He would cut off his own arms before he hurt her again. But tonight... He bit down on his bottom lip, drowning in her helplessness, and the depth of her empty, white pools. Tonight, she was his.
So small. So fragile, weak and beautiful. He knew he shouldn't want his young cousin this way, but he was not accustomed to denying himself what he desired. Hinata-sama would understand. She would forgive him. She always did.
"Hinata-sama," he breathed across her cheek. He brought his lips to the space behind her ear, kissing her, licking her, loving her. "Forgive my weakness. I can not stop." He bit her earlobe gently. "I do not want to stop."
Her eyes told him nothing. Her heart was closed to him, so he rested his lips on hers through the barrier of black tape. When he raised his head again, he whispered. "Aishiteru," and he meant it.
Neji thrust into her then, rocking his hips slightly, adjusting to her tightness. He sighed when he felt her walls constrict around him. Beginning with long, slow strokes, he entered and withdrew, again and again.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. "Please forgive me." He groaned into her hair. It would be difficult, would take time and patience he wasn't sure he had, but he would win her back. He would earn her trust again, even if it took him a lifetime. Even if she never looked at him again.
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Morning came too quickly after Neji had left her room. He had slashed through her bindings with a stray kunai from their earlier struggle, then carefully peeled the tape away, revealing the raw flesh beneath it. The marks were painful, running up her arms and legs, some already beginning to blister. He had drawn a bath for her then, and placed her limply in the steaming water. Neji had washed her, brushed her hair and soothed her with ointment and soft words, all the while promising never to violate her again. And she had nodded, but only to placate him. Only to speed his disappearance. She did not believe him– or trust him.
The new light crept in through her window, dissolving the shadows in their wake. She lay on the bed in a thin gown, thankful that Neji had changed the linens. Thankful. For Neji. Hinata didn't want to feel thankful for anything he had done. She wanted to hate him, to loathe and curse him. But she was still Hinata, and Hinata hated nothing except her own weakness.
At the council meeting today, the elders would strip her of birthright, declaring Hanabi the new Heiress of the Hyuuga. She had lost everything. First, the life she had wanted as a child, forced instead to become a kunoichi. Then, her mother, the only person who ever loved her. And now her father was taking back the only gift he'd ever given, casting her aside for her sister. And Neji. Neji was trying to steal what little freedom she had left.
She sat up on the bed, caressing the length of her brow in contemplation of the Caged Bird Seal. Soon, it would be upon her, as well. Even having known him all her life, Hinata always felt a deep chasm between herself and Neji. She had never pretended to understand what it was to be born of the Branch House. But now, as her life approached the same turn that bound him to her forever, he should have been the one to comfort her. Instead, he was a plague on her existence.
Hinata's hands clenched so tightly she pierced through her rough palms. Droplets of blood smeared her gown as she stood. No. This was not happening. They would not steal her life away. If Hanabi wanted her title, she would have to fight her for it. If Neji wanted her body, he would have to kill her for it. Because, Hinata would not sacrifice her life for them. Only the Leaf could demand such a thing.
Hyuuga Hinata was a Clan Heiress. She was a daughter, a sister, and a cousin. She was a student, a teammate and a trusted friend. She was also a weapon, a tool as emotionless and unpredictable as a hurricane. Hyuuga Hinata was a shinobi, of Konohagakure.
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Breakfast in the Hyuuga compound was served with minimal flair. The Main House family and a few Branch members began to gather in the dining area, each perusing through the cabinets and refrigerator for their meal. They fended for themselves in the morning, for each of them had their own way to go for the day.
Hanabi sat quietly, munching on a blueberry muffin, as Hiashi sat down with a steaming mug of coffee. She held the muffin to her face, warily eyeing her father. She was worried about Hinata, but didn't want Hiashi to know. He would think her weak for showing concern for someone like her sister, and she knew he didn't want to discuss the matter at all. She wanted to ask if he'd seen or heard from her, but didn't know how without angering him. Taking another bite, she decided to go for it.
"Otousan?" Hanabi asked, innocently luring him into a false sense of security. Hiashi gave a grunt to indicate he'd heard her. He really was moody. She swallowed before speaking again. It was a gamble, asking him so directly, but Hanabi was no coward. "So, when did Hinata get in last night?"
Hiashi made a face to match the bitter taste of his black coffee. He sat the mug on the table, turning his expressionless eyes to his youngest daughter.
"What did you say?" He asked, annoyance dripping from each word.
"Hinata. Where is she?" Hiashi glared at her, but her gaze did not falter. She stared right back at him, until his frown broke and he sighed.
"I do not know, Hanabi," he said. "Now, stop pestering me. If she is here, then she will come for breakfast, and you can ask her all the ridiculous questions you want."
Hanabi gave a wide grin and resumed her breakfast. After a few silent minuets, the door knob turned and Hinata walked in, eyes hard and shining; like diamond. Hanabi looked away from her sister, taken aback by her rigid gaze. She took a deep breath, then turned her eyes toward the kunoichi as she began to peel and orange over the sink. Hanabi did not speak. Neither did Hinata.
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Neji turned the corner, intent on a glass of orange juice with scrambled eggs. It was a quick meal. He could be done in less than ten minutes, then he would be off for a day of hard training with Gai-sensei, Lee and Ten-Ten. He would not have to see her. He would not have to face his shame. But he was not so lucky. Hinata-sama was already at the kitchen door.
She locked eyes with his, but he saw no recognition in them. He felt his blood racing, as his heart thundered in his chest. What should he do? What should he say? Slowly, he walked toward her, expecting her to run from him, or burst into tears. She did neither, only kept staring at him, with those wide, gloomy eyes.
"Hinata-sama?" He meant it as an acknowledgment of her identity, but it came out ragged, pleading and desperate.
"Neji," she breathed out, and he stopped. He never imagined it would hurt so much.
Hinata slipped her hand onto the knob, turning her wrist to reveal stripes of angry, red blisters from below the sleeve of her favorite jacket. Clicking the door open, she swept her gaze away from him. And then she was gone, sparing him barely a glance.
She didn't call him niisan.
Neji stood, trembling in the hallway as guilt, shame and self-loathing all battled for dominance inside his haggard mind.
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Hiashi narrowed his eyes at Hinata's back while she separated her orange slices into a small bowl. She pulled her toast from the toaster and smeared a thin layer of butter over it. Then, she put it on a plate and came to the table.
She stared at her food for a long time, hands bunched into fists on the table. Finally, she spoke.
"Hanabi," her voice was a soft whisper. "Before you steal what is rightfully mine, you will have to defeat me."
Hanabi's jaw dropped, a small, half-chewed piece of muffin falling onto its wrapper. "What?" She asked.
"You heard me," Hinata answered.
"Look, I know you're upset and everything but– "
"Shut up! Do you think this is a game? This is my life, Hanabi." Hinata fixed her diamond glare onto her sister. Hanabi saw that she was serious, and soon, her eyes hardened as well. "If you want what is mine, then you had better come with everything you have, with no thought of the future– and no fear of death." Hanabi paled. "Because, that is what I will do."
Then, Hanabi and Hiashi watched in shock as Hinata loosened her hitai-ate from around her throat and retied it, around her forehead.
"Fine," Hanabi accepted the challenge. "But, I always win." She shrugged. "Don't blame me if you end up in the hospital."
Hinata smiled. "Blame yourself if you end up dead." Then she stood leaving her food untouched. She bowed low and respectfully to her father, but he didn't miss the killing intent laced within her pale eyes. "Otousan," she said. And then she left.
End Chapter Five