Growing Pangs Chapter 57: Trysts and Trusts: Part 3, a naruto fanfic

Chapter 56!

Title:'Trysts and Trusts: Part 3'

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NOTE: OK… final one for now…. Oh, and this one's for a slightly more mature audience. Just warning.

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We walked through the open double-doorway into an extravagantly decorated hall.
I thought this was just going to be a small dinner party where Momoshita would just be surrounded by his lackeys and they would just drink or whatever until the Yomasa clan showed up… but this was actually kind of… really classy.
There were dozens of people. Men with scars and deep set worry wrinkles were accompanied by women who either looked like their wives or mistresses. There was soft music and I could even see a section of slowly swaying heads through the crowd.
This was so weird… seeing mob-people talking like civilized beings and dancing so calmly.
I didn't get enough time to digest the weird scene before I heard Kakashi speak up towards the two boys.

"Ok, you two go make friends." He ordered discreetly as if we were just normal people and him, being the eldest, could order the boys around like that.

"Understood." Sai responded immediately.

"Ok…" Naruto followed the order a little mopily as he walked into the crowd, Sai followed right behind him with one of his uniform smiles on.

As soon as the guys were gone into the crowd, and I was only able to see the top of Naruto's blonde head poke over the crowd's and I was just beginning to allow myself to sink into 'Mission-Mode' I immediately felt a hand run along my back, a hand hinging onto my waist.
I barely had time to look down at the hand, already knowing it was Kakashi's, but still checking to see if I just wasn't imagining this.

"Keep you guard up." I heard his voice under the chattering of the crowd as he took a step forward, pulling me into the same step, too.
His quiet warning rose a red flag in my brain, I immediately felt a little shifty, eyeing the people around us.

"What? Do you know if something's going to happen now?" I asked just as quietly, already ready to reach down for a kunai just in case. Everybody suddenly looked really suspicious… I mean, everyone here was practically an enemy.

"No… I was talking about that dress."
Eh?

"What?" He kept walking through the socializing groups nodding his head to a few acquaintances I didn't know he had as if he didn't just confuse me thoroughly.
After a few seconds he finally spoke up to answer my one-worded question.

"You mean you didn't notice the amount of stares you got walking through those doors?" He asked down at me as with a fake sigh, as if I was completely clueless.
Now I was suddenly paranoid about the people around me for a completely different reason. Now that he mentioned it, there were a few of the guys that couldn't keep their stares to themselves. I shrunk behind Kakashi a little, trying to hide myself and let everyone know that I was with him.

"Well, maybe you should've picked something… better." I objected the best I could as I tugged at the dress again, trying to make it cover more.

"Maybe." He agreed casually as he guided us through the slender openings between people, I had no idea where he was going, but I just followed him, my hand holding onto the one of my waist for extra security.
"But this also helps the mission." He added as-a-matter-of-factly.

Pft… I couldn't believe that.

"How?" I asked up, more than ready to poke holes through whatever logic he was probably going to pull out of nowhere.

"You can get answers out of the enemy easier looking like that." Again, he sounded like there was nothing wrong with what he said.

Did he really pick this dress out so that other guys could gawk and therefore feel more compliant if I asked them for any information?
That just felt so… gross…
… but I guess, for the sake of a mission, it could be a good advantage to have… even though I'm not sure if I really have the physique to pull off that angle, though.
I thought he picked out these things just because… I don't know… he thought it was fun to mess with me or because he wanted an excuse to dress me up like he wanted. I mean… it made more sense when I thought he picked out these dresses for his own fun… not for the enemy's.
Plus… even if it was necessary, wasn't it at least a little weird to him to dress his sixteen-year-old subordinate like this?

… Well, he wouldn't have a problem with that, of course, since we're involved… but…. What if we weren't?
That question seemed like the perfect thing to ask right now.

"What would you have done if I wasn't… with you?" I asked as he started to slow our pace, we had reached the other side of the room now. I had a hard time finishing that sentence without sounding stupid. "Would you have made me wear this?" I poked at his judgment verbally.
It wasn't a second until he responded.

"Of course not." He responded shortly. "If you weren't mine, I'd be the one wearing that thing."

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Despite the fact he called me 'his' like I was property I couldn't help a few chuckles at that.
The idea of Kakashi wearing this dress was enough to rock me out of my previously paranoid attitude. He stopped walking at that, his hand still wrapped around my waist.

"Ok, now that makes sense." I complied after stifling most of my laughter. I saw him smiling under his mask, no doubt enjoying his own joke, too.
But in only a few seconds that smile was gone. I hadn't noticed until then that he had been scanning the crowd this whole time looking for one person.
I followed his line of sight as it seemed to have found the target that stole his smile.
It was a woman. Blonde and mature. I recognized her immediately, the mistress.
She was wearing a champagne colored dress that seemed to blend in with her skin.
I only had to deal with the confusion of why Kakashi had been looking for her for only a second.

"Speaking of fraternizing with the enemy… I actually have to go attend to some business right now." His voice was void of any playfulness. He was a team captain again right now.
I tried to find the same emotionless outlook.

"Her?" I asked monotonously.
His arm unhinged from around me, making me feel a little insecure now.

"It's nothing to worry about, she's just using me to make Momoshita jealous."
I was okay till he said that.
It sounded like he was selling himself or something.
Now I was just pissed at her for somehow setting this up.

"Yeah… now I'm completely at ease." I agreed sarcastically, I felt a frown creep at the corners of my mouth. I was busy scanning the crowd, scowling, when his hand brushed along the side of my face gently for a moment, his fingers running through a few strands of my hair.

"Don't get too lonely." He smiled again.
I glanced back at him, repaying the favor, but still not feeling all that much better. His hand left me and he took a few steps away, into the crowd. I was about to turn around and find a spot to sit or something until I could figure out what to do for the mission until he stopped and turned around, speaking up.
"Wait… actually I think it would be better if you did." He joked.

Yeah… he would want me to be a little lonely than to go looking for another guy right now. Me too.
My smile was more genuine this time around when I picked up my own voice, "Go." I hurried him along. He turned around, back to his stupid mission, while I was still smiling like an idiot.
A few minutes passed and even though I was alone right now in this crowd, I could still start to feel myself grow more at ease with these surroundings. It was actually a little interesting to look around. And I didn't really find myself all that bothered anymore that Kakashi had to spend his time with… that woman…

Yep… I really didn't mind… as long as I didn't look over there... or hear her stupid giggling... or her 'Kyousuke-kun~!"s.
Yep... I really didn't mind...
I tried to focus on the crowds some more.
The way they moved, the colors they were wearing.

It only took me a few more minutes to be reminded of the Masquerade… this was so much like it… not just because of the fact that, like before, Kakashi had to spend his time around another woman (the thought irked me again), but at the classiness of everything. The dancing, the food… I guess I could even lie and get a drink this time… but that wouldn't be smart since I'm on duty… and, well, I'm still underage.
I enjoyed people-watching for a few long minutes, trying not to think about the fact that everybody in this room was probably a ruthless mob member, and just on how elegant the dresses were or how they all seemed to be enjoying themselves despite being arguably evil.
I guess even villains can have their passive recreational fun, too.

"Luck must be on my side tonight."
I nearly jumped when I heard a familiarly deep voice speak up from my right.

"Hiroki-san." I turned to him, still showing my surprise.

I had almost forgotten about him in my moment mind-wandering, and I definitely hadn't recognized him in the corner of my eye just now. He had changed since the last time I saw him. This time he was wearing a black suit, but instead of a white dress shirt he had a thin black turtleneck on underneath his tailored jacket.
The suit seemed to accent just how wide his chest was, the black turtleneck brought out the definition of his neck muscles. His hair seemed even better sculpted now, but he was still a little unshaven.
Again, twice in the same day, I found myself staring at him.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." He spoke up with a little smile.
I could feel the layers of guilt blanketing over my heart again as I suddenly felt a little bad again for turning him down before and even worse for letting him think he could've gone so far.

"Care to dance?" He snapped me out of my blank stare and weird thoughts with a simple gesture towards the area of the room populated by couples swaying in elegant circles to slightly fast paced music.
I glanced at them and then back to him.
I had to compute whether or not he really knew what he was asking me. I was hardly the kind of girl guys asked to dance… even if I could pick up on any sort of formal dance with only a few seconds of observation, I still wasn't that confident about it.

"Uh…" I hesitated.

"It should be okay, right?" He asked kindly, "Dancing?"
It sounded like he was so sure I was going to reject his invitation because I had rejected him only an hour ago… I felt that guilt creep it's hold tighter on me as I found myself answering before I really thought about whether or not what my answer should be.

"O-ok." I answered like an unsure kid while he smiled like one, as if he was actually relieved.

I still had to calibrate my brain to this situation.

This man was acting as if I had the upperhand here… like he wasn't as attractive as he was or as experienced as he is… as if I had control over how close he could get to me.
This definitely wasn't the Hiroki I knew last night.

I couldn't linger any further on the tired comparison of new-Hiroki versus old-Hiroki when I suddenly felt a large, slightly rough hand closed around mine gently. I followed after him, letting him lead me by the hand.
I walked behind him, the crowd separated around him until we reached the area of swaying couples.
Before I could prepare myself he turned towards me, pulling me closer to him by my hand. And as if he was used to dancing at these types of parties, his hands fell right into place for the dance, one still holding my hand, the other wrapping around the side of my waist.
I suddenly felt a little self-conscious again, being so close to him, letting him touch me. I didn't know where to look, he was really tall, it took some effort to look up at his eyes… then again, I didn't really want to look him eye to eye right now, anyways.
He started leading the dance flawlessy, I picked it up after a few stumbles, falling into the pattern of the footsteps easily. I still felt stupid. But just as soon as I was starting to feel a little more comfortable his voice interrupted my thoughts,

"I managed to get you an open seat for the meeting…" I was glad he was talking about the mission, it made this feel like business. "It'll only be a little while before the Yomasa clan leader will be here." He added shortly, leading us through another circle of steps. I had barely noticed till now... his cologne, again. I don't know why I liked it so much… maybe because it was such a rarity in my life or something… I suddenly didn't feel all that negative about being so close to him, now.

"What are you planning to do." I found my business side with a little difficulty…

"It's a secret." He smiled down at me. His boyish charm taking a little toll on me. I think I would've been a little annoyed, but I just pressed further for more answers, paying less attention to the other couples around us and more to him and his voice, and his cologne, and the way his arms felt heavier than the ones I were used to.

"I need to know." I pressured.

His smile only widened gently.

"Don't worry, you'll figure it out soon." He promised me, his arm around my waist tugging me closer to him… I felt his hand brush down my back a little.
… He was getting a little too comfortable.

"Hir-" I was about to speak up. I didn't know if I was going to ask for more answers or ask him if we could just go talk somewhere else, so that he didn't have to touch me like this.

"I see Kyousuke-kun is having fun with our lady." He interrupted me, using the possessive tense for the mistress, most likely because she was probably seen as part of the gang, too. But I didn't care about what he called her now that he brought up Kakashi.
I would've been a little upset that he cut me off just to change the subject like that, but the way his arm pulled me even closer against him as the song started to slow, his scent filling my lungs … I… I kind of lost my train of thought.

"Yeah." I didn't know what else to say… I forgot what I was going to say when his hand started to run up and down the small of my back.

"It's one-sided, isn't it?" I heard his deep voice and almost forgot to listen to the words. I couldn't make sense of it, though.

"What?" I asked a little quietly, unable to find the normal volume of my voice now that things were settling down all over the room, the music settling down to a slow waltz, everybody seemed to quiet down a little.

"Between you and Kyousuke…" He whispered down to me, his face leaning closer to mine.
It took me a moment before I pieced the meaning of those words together.
Why is he talking about Kakashi and me?
Is he saying he thinks I'm only the one who has feelings for him?
Why does everybody keep thinking that?

"No. I-" I found my voice, trying to tell him what exactly was going on between me and 'Kyousuke', but when he interrupted me I kind of lost my will to speak again. The music seemed even slower than before, almost like a lullaby, but I wasn't sleepy… I was just… weary.
As if he knew how weak I was starting to feel, or maybe it was only because the music was probably now official 'slow-dance' music, I felt the large hand that had been holding mine untangle itself from my own. He took my hand and placed it over his shoulder like my other one was. A moment later I felt that same hand land of the curve of the back of my neck, he pulled me forward a little, my cheek resting against the curve between his shoulder to his chest.
I couldn't even think about the fact that this was probably not good for less than a moment before I heard his deep voice rumble through his body.
It reminded me of Kakashi… but instead of a comforting, soft rumble, it was more like a steady roar.

"For a girl like you to fall for a man like him instead of one of your other, younger, teammates is quite surprising." The way he said 'man'… the way he said 'younger'… the way he said 'girl'…. Red flags went up in my brain but I couldn't focus. I took a deep breath, trying to clear my head, but his scent only made me feel a little weaker.
I had to say something. I had to get this back on track. Maybe if I could just bring up the meeting again it'll clear my head.

"I-I guess…" I agreed to what I already forgot he said, "When is the mee-"

He interrupted me.

"I find it kind of admirable, really." His voice, the roaring, so hypnotizing.

"Huh?" I couldn't think straight. His hands were running along my back… almost the exact same way Kakashi would, it always gave me goosbumps. I shivered against this man for a moment, but he didn't seem to notice, the same was a shivering leaf wouldn't effect a tree.

"Your feelings for Kyousuke-kun." He explained with care.

Admirable?
He thinks the fact I like Kakashi ''admirable'?
"After all, he must be something of an unattainable target for you." It was getting harder to understand what he was trying to say. Even if I knew I wasn't sleepy or tired at all, I felt like this was a dream.

"Unattain-" I couldn't think… my brain was getting fuzzier, it kind of ached, too. I didn't care at all this time when he cut me off.

"Is it just because you like older men?"
That woke me up a little. My hands on his shoulder gripping his jacket a little.

"I don't really... care…" I explained the best I could with the few words I could piece together.

"Really?" He asked with a genuinely interested voice… he didn't sound like he was as blurry-headed as I was. He only swayed us on the spot like the other couples I could see over his shoulder.
I held onto enough to sense to answer his one-worded question.

"He's just… him…" I couldn't be making any sense to anyone but me and I knew it. I could feel my limbs get weaker as his grip on my back grew stronger. I felt a little chuckle shake through his wide chest.

"I see." He said with a sort of belittling version understanding. Like he was talking to a little girl who didn't know she what she was feeling was only a little crush.
I could feel him stepping on my nerves, I think if I hadn't been so weak right now I probably would've said something about the way he was making this conversation too personal... instead I settled for another attempt at making this business again.
It was a little difficult to think when I felt his face lean down to the side of mine for a moment, I thought I heard him inhale slowly…

"Where will the mee-" I tried to bring up the meeting again, but completely lost my thoughts with what he interrupted with.

"Oh, I think he saw us... He looks a little upset." Hiroki's voice sounded… excited.

My brain cleared up a bit more.

Kakashi?

"What?" I spoke up, trying to make sure I didn't just hear him wrong.

But all I got in response was the feeling of his slightly rough hands on my bare back, rubbing along my shoulder blades, down my spine and back up. I shivered again, this time he seemed to noticed, he pulled me against him tighter, his hands hurting my back a little.
I was about to try and lift my head off of his shoulder, to say something, do something, but the deep roaring of his voice distracted me.

"I guess I misjudged him. I thought wasn't the type to like younger girls." Is he still talking about Kakashi? "But I can definitely see the sting of jealousy he must be feeling… even through that mask."

My brain managed to make sense of everything this time. I picked up my voice as much as I could.

"He's not like tha-"

He cut me off again.

"Maybe he's just upset that you're ignoring the mission, I can't tell." He judged with an innocent voice. "Here take a look." His voice was still sweet with care.

He took a few soft side steps, circling us a few degrees so that our sides were facing the silver-haired man whose masked face I found immediately in the crowd. The woman in the champagne-colored dress looking at him with disappointment now that he was ignoring her.
He was just looking over here, not even pretending not to.
I could see it. That anger.
He really wasn't happy with me right now, was he?
"You're the one doing that to him." The voice in my ear made me flinch a little. I must've made a weird face, cause I could see Kakashi's expression change for a moment, too. "Wow, he's really getting upset." Hiroki added with a boyish fascination. "And it's because you're here…" His lips grazed my ear as I could feel his voice inside my head, "…pressed against me." His hands pulled me against him even harder, his fingers digging into my back.

This was wrong. I had to get out this somehow. He did something. He wasn't who I thought he was. He was the man I met last night, the same scumbag. He tricked me.

"What did you do? You bastar-" I tried to pushed myself against his arms, trying to break free. He only tightened his grip.

"Shh." He almost cooed. "It's only a nervous gas masked that you're feeling."His voice was conversational. "The cologne." He whispered into my ear only a moment later.
What?
As if he could feel my shock, he chuckled a little.

"It stimulates the brain in a special way that renders anyone who inhales too much weak and slow-minded."
This is why… this is why I can't move… I don't have any strength. "I wore something similar this afternoon, except that one was something of a truth extractor," Instantly I suddenly made sense of the fact that at our meeting I couldn't lie to him, I kept spilling the truth when I didn't need to. "It was also especially designed to stimulate the 'love hormones'. Endorphines, epinephrine…To make you feel happy, make your heart beat faster, giving you the illusion of attraction... I saw it worked on you, the way you looked at me."
I wanted to punched him, I wanted to kick him, I wanted to kick myself.

How could I have ever trusted this man?

I'm so stupid!

Why couldn't I see this from the start?

"Shut up." I growled at him with as much strength in my voice as I could muster.

"You did manage to fight it in the end." He explained with a hint of admiration that I didn't care for. I felt him lean down, his lips against my ear again as his voice dropped to a scratchy whisper, "but that strong will of yours won't do much good for you tonight."

I pulled my arms off of his shoulders, planted them on his chest. The way my arms were moving it was like I was underwater, like I had just been swimming miles after miles and was now trying to fight off a shark in the sluggish water. I tried to push myself away from him. I'd rather fall face first on the ground that to let him touch me, but I was too slow, he only held me against him closer.

"Oh. Looks like it was too much for him. He's looking away now." I tried to glance back at Kakashi, almost scared of what I'd see, but Hiroki only turned me away from him. "Lucky." He said happily to himself as he unwrapped me from his grip, one arm staying on my waist, holding me against his side with crippling strength. I tried to plant my feet, but he just kept walking, making me follow him.

"You know, in reality, you were never going to see the meeting." He admitted with something like glee. He caught my attention with that. He walked past the groups and crowds, towards the back of the room that was uninhabited by any part-goers. "As soon as I told Momoshita who you and your 'fiancé' really were he ordered that we kill you and your team as soon as the Yomasa clan showed up…." I wanted to shout, to say something, but his grip on me, I couldn't really breathe, I could barely keep up with him as he walked up to a pair of wooden double-doors I hadn't noticed before. "…To give them a demonstration of our power and loyalty…" He explained lightly, his free hand spending only a few seconds on the lock of the door before it opened to a dark room. "Another lucky coincidence." And with that he shoved me into the room, my back hitting the wall to the right. The door closed behind him quickly, shutting out most of the light.

I tried to scramble back to the door but a familiar, rough hand found my face, grabbing onto my chin, his fingers digging into my cheeks.

He guided me back to the wall slowly as I tried to peel his grip off of me, I still could barely keep my legs from falling under me.
"But I like you." His voice was as scummy as it was yesterday again, "A lot…." He added just as my back hit the wall, he still took a few more steps closer to me. He didn't stop until I could feel my chest brush against his whenever I breathed. "So I'm helping you escape… but not for free though."

I wanted to claw at his face when the smile I had once let myself think was handsome distorted like that, my hands could only reach his arm, my nails ineffective without the proper strength behind them.

He laughed as he took another step, his face side by side with mine, his chest pressed against me, the nervous gas lined in his scent filling my nostrils with a sickly sensation.

"Be happy, you get to live." He whispered.
I didn't have to think through my answer for longer than a nanosecond.

"I'd rather-"

"Die?" He finished my sentence mockingly. His hand slid up my neck softly for a moment before I felt his fingers clench harshly around my hair. "Don't be so theatrical. There's no point in dying for others." He pulled the locks of my hair, jerking my head up and against the wall behind me, exposing my neck and making me lose my balance on my heels for a moment.
I tried to get my thoughts clear but I had to breathe in another lungful of that toxic cologne.

"Kakashi." I muttered, the strain of my neck decreasing my volume to a hoarse whisper. "I have to-"

"Oh, so it actually is Hatake Kakashi." Hiroki's interest was obviously piqued. "I thought it might've been, but I have seen more than a few wannabes in my time." He laughed at a memory I didn't share. I tried to swallow the dry lump in my throat but it only felt worse since my neck was being stretched like this. That must've distracted him, his eyes lighting blue eyes darted to my extended neck, and it was only a second until his eyes disappeared from view. I felt his foreign lips brush against my skin, quickly losing the gentleness they showed me only hours ago as he pressed them against my neck painfully.
"Never thought I'd meet the real man, let alone kill him." He thought aloud between hurtful kisses, obviously amused by the novelty of that sickening thought. He was too tall to let his lips travel farther down my neck, he pulled me up by my hair a little to get a better reach.

"You can't." Was all I could sputter. I tried to show him all the anger I felt through my voice, he didn't seem to care, he only kissed against the front of my throat harder. He barred his teeth against my skin, nipping my throat painfully.

"So he's your team captain, right?" His voice vibrated through my neck, making me shudder with the sickly sensation. But he stopped me from shaking any further with another bite lower on my neck. I could feel the way his lips were upturned on the corners. "Then there's no way you could really be his, it isn't allowed." He explained as he let the tip of his tongue swivel over the sore bite marks, "He's obviously too old for you, anyways."
I tried to focus only on his words. Only on his words. Not the way his voice echoed through my whole body, not the way his tongue felt slimy and disgusting against my skin, not the way his stubble was scratching my skin grossly. I had to come up with my own words.
If he really thought Kakashi was too old for me, then how could he justify what he was doing right now?

"You're older." I pointed out spitefully, hoping he'd take it as an insult.
After only a moment, when I felt his deep chuckles shake my throat, I knew he definitely wasn't insulted.

"I know."

The flat surface of his tongue slid up the front of my throat to the side of my neck slowly… it was like he was tasting me. His tongue tipped off just below my ear. "The young ones have always been my type." He whispered into my ear, his textured voice distorting the words with unrestrained excitement.
Even my jaw clenched with less strength than I wanted, but I almost bit the inside of my cheek when I felt the point of his tongue slither along the cartilage of my ear. He traced the structure of the cartilage briskly before he started circling the entrance of my ear teasingly. I held my breath sharply, hoping he'd stop, but he only started dipping the tip of his tongue in a few centimeters, swirling it around like a worm.
I felt like I was going to be sick.
I cringed back, pulling my head away from him with as much force as I could, but the large hand tangled in my hair only pulled me back to his face.

"You're so inexperienced… Shy, even." He laughed to himself with a gross joy. His teeth grazed my ear before he bit down sharply. I twitched at the pain trying to keep any sort of reaction hidden, but he noticed, and bit down harder groaning into my ear as the stubble on his chin scratched against my neck. After a few more seconds his teeth let go as I felt his tongue immediately rub over the fresh teeth marks, the sensation of his breath travelling down my neck seemed to snake down to my stomach, churning it grotesquely. He groaned again, the deep tone of his voice vibrating into my ear.

I felt my fist clench by itself, stealing away some sort of the strength that I didn't know I still had.

"I think luck really might be on my side, tonight..." He whispered

He backed away from the side of my face for only a moment until he eased forward again quickly, the light from the seems in the doorway lighting his face as he closed in to kiss me.

"… You're probably still a virg-" I turned my head at the right moment, letting his hand pull out some of hair, his lips landing on my cheek sloppily, his stubble scratching my face.

This time I interrupted him. My fist did actually.
Punching someone never felt this freaking satisfying, even if I hadn't been able to pack as much chakra into my fist as I wanted, seeing him stumble back clutching his jaw in pain for a moment was nice.
But as I tried to take a step forward, towards that door and back to Kakashi, I found that I really had used up the last of my strength with that punch. It was only a matter of seconds before his face was inches from mine again, his hand pulling at my hair more painfully that before.

"Don't like mouth to mouth?" He asked roughly, pulling my head against the wall swiftly by the handful of my hair with a muffled bang, "Fine. I guess I'll get to the good part, then." His voice was thick with subdued anger and excitement.
He didn't make any more advances to kiss me, but he only moved on to something else that made me sicker.

His free hand, the one that wasn't pinning my head against the metal wall behind me, planted itself at the base of my neck but didn't waste any time before it started sliding downward, down the center of my chest, over my stomach, his fingers peeking under the fabric of my dress when he could. His eyes were glued onto mine, the cold blue eating up any sort of facial reaction I could give him. I tried to steel my face, to take away any sort of excitement I could from him, but as his hand passed down my leg, brushing aside the front train of my dress quickly as his hand groped along the front of my thigh, easing itself between my legs I couldn't control the anger on my face. My hands pushed against his arm as hard as I could, trying to recall my natural strength which could've pulverized the bones in this arm into dust in under a second… but I couldn't… I was so weak right now. His smile widened crazily, that was the reaction he wanted.

I'm going to kill this man!

That thought was my only source of comfort as I felt his hand start to inch upwards.

BAM

My whole body would've jumped at the sudden sound of splintering wood and screams if I even had enough strength for that. But my body did feel like jumping the second I looked over to the man who had just kicked the doors of this room into particles. Of course I recognized the masked face of the man who I'd been thinking about all day and had been hoping to see again so desperately only seconds ago… but right now, as I realized what he was seeing; me pressed against this wall, this man towering over me, his hand still clamped dangerously onto my inner thigh… I immediately felt the need to hide. But I didn't get enough time to blink before the blond man in front of me was rocketing toward the opposite wall.

My brain couldn't keep up with my body when a familiar hand closed around mine and started pulling me out of the dark room polluted by the toxin of that man. Just leaving that room seemed to clear my head of not only of the weakness but the frustrating fear and disgust I experienced in there.

I finally figured out what was happening by the time we were slinking through the groups of crowded people who only looked mildly confused, as if they were used to daily violence.

Kakashi did what I couldn't, he made up for my empty promise I gave him last night of being able to handle myself and managed to deal with Hiroki and save me in only seconds.
I felt a new frustration build when I realized just how weak I have to be to still be bothering Kakashi-sensei like this. And even further anger erupted when I heard that sickening, deep and scratchy voice from behind us, "If you go with him, you're dead!"
I shut my eyes, trying to concentrate on using all my strength to keep up with Kakashi, he was walking really fast.

"Stupid girl! He can't save you! He'll sacrifice you for the mission! That's what he's been taught! He doesn't want you!"

I was too busy concentrating on walking that I didn't notice when Kakashi stopped moving at first, I bumped into him clumsily. I had barely heard the desperate, blood-gurgling shouts from Hiroki.
I looked up to the back of Kakashi's shoulders in confusion for a moment. Why aren't we moving? I was about to turn around, to catch a glimpse at the damage behind us.

But I wasn't able to.

A gentle hand stopped me from turning around, caring fingers gripping the tip of my chin, lifting my face up.

I couldn't focus.

My mind was everywhere at once.

The meaningless and half-drunk chattering of the party had suddenly stopped.

The yelling did, too.

Everything was silent but so many things were buzzing through my head.

I knew I should back away. I knew I should be doing something other than just standing here, but as the pair of masked lips pressed harder against mine than I was ready for, I couldn't think about what just happened or what was going to happen.
I barely had enough mind to think about anything other than these all too familiar lips on mine and the wide and confused eyes of half the people in this room, including those of our other two teammates.

Only one thought ran through my head.

How the HELL did this happen!

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…. So now we're back where we started…. Yay…

And hopefully none of you were too deeply disturbed by the HirokixSakura steam. :[