Dance with the Demon CH 6
- I do not own any of the characters in this story. All belong to Kisihmoto-san -
Sorry to all that have been anxiously awaiting this chapter; I had a rare day off work and decided to spend it sleeping in, watching movies, and indulging myself in my own fanfiction reading.
I did get some interesting new ideas from the ones I read, and am eager to weave them into this story! Sadly, when the inspiration hit, it was bedtime. Thank you for sticking with me! Here we go.
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The compound was eerily silent. I sat at my desk, my long raven locks tied back into a tight bun as I furrowed my brows at the textbook in front of me. Politics. I let out a sigh, turning the page as my pale eyes began to scan over the heavily worded paragraphs. It couldn't be helped. I am expected to take over the clan when I reach age twenty one, so the elders were sure to supply me with all the technical literature I was to memorize.
After finishing the page, I stuck a place marker in the crease and shut the thick cover. Glancing at the clock, I decided to start getting ready for bed. I rose and entered my personal bathroom and began to unwind my hair, brush my teeth, and glance over myself once before turning to reach the handle.
That's when I heard it.
It sounded muffled, a low thump. I could feel the vibrations minutely under my feet through the floor. My hand hesitated over the knob, a knot forming in my stomach. I couldn't sense any chakra, and I couldn't think of any item that could have fallen suddenly onto the ground.
Whatever it was, I need to see it. I lifted my first two fingers in front of my nose.
My eyes began to strain, but before I could utter my command, the door suddenly flew open.
A hand shot out to grab my wrist and I was yanked forward in a motion that nearly dislocated my shoulder, causing a yelp to leave my throat. My eyes caught sight of a tall figure clad in all black before cloth was tied around my eyes and I was shoved onto the ground face down.
My mind was frantic and I was pushing my body upwards in a desperate attempt to stand. Who was this? Why is this happening?! I foot slammed down on my back, causing my arms to collapse and my breasts pressed into my chest painfully. My breath left my lungs in a huff and I squirmed to get free.
I felt rough hands take my wrists and they hurriedly looped a thick rope around them and pulled them together with a tight knot.
"Hm. And you're supposed to be the next head of the clan."
My breath caught as I recognized the cynical voice.
He pushed his foot under my ribs, kicking forcefully to cause me to roll on my back. I let out a grunt and I squinted my eyes, trying to peer through the fabric to confirm the voice. All I saw was black, but it was suddenly pulled off my head to reveal the pale stony face of the elder man.
Hiashi Hyuga.
I bit my lip, urging the tears that formed in my eyes not to overflow.
"Why f-father? W-what is this?"
My voice came out weak and hurt, my stutter returning in my stunned state. His lip curled up on one side, the only evidence he had heard my question. He leaned forward then, picking up a foot then pressed it to my throat, causing a choking noise to leave. His eyes became cold and distant before his lips finally parted to speak.
My eyes darted to his hand, now reaching to his back to pull forth a kunai.
"I am merely strengthening our clan, Hinata." He began slowly, flicking the weapon in his palm so that the blade angled downward.
"We would much benefit from a leader born with the highest traits known of the Huyuga, not a failure who cannot even surpass her sister several years her junior. Then again, Hinabi is a true prodigy. "
His words hung in the air until the realization hit me. My father wanted Hinabi to succeed him. She couldn't do so if I was the first-born heir and capable to have the job.
He wanted to kill me.
My eyes widened in fear as he stepped forward then kneeled before me. His eyes locked mine and he mouthed something before his hand jerked downward quickly.
"Don't father!"
...
I jerked forward, panting hard, my face and chest covered in a layer of sweat.
It was just the dream again…
The memories of back then seemed to invade my dreams regularly now. I would always have to remind myself that I was safe now. Well, as safe as someone could be alone in a new setting.
I regulated my breathing, my heart rate beginning to slow back to normal and my eyes adjusting to the darkness. I blinked at the clock- It was a little past noon. Gaara should be back to his duties by now. I wonder what he's thinking… I wonder how he feel about what happened..
I inhaled deeply through my nose.
The smell I was engulfed in was pleasant and warm, with a hint of spice. It was his scent. I pulled the covers up to breathe in the smell and gazed around the room. It was so odd. I've stood in this room several times now but this was the first time I got to experience the room. It was large and dark, but felt comfortable. The bed was very soft and the sheets felt like they were made of the most delicate fabric. Only the best for the Kazekage's son, I suppose.
The Kazekage's son.
Oh lord, just earlier today I had fooled around with the son of the most powerful man in the Suna!
I cradled my face in my palms, elbows now rested on my thighs, mind swimming. What am I going to do… Me, a servant, with the most powerful bachelor in this land. Oh kami!
I felt my face inflame when the memories flooded my brain. I wrapped my arms around my mid section and bent forward into the bed, determined to disappear into the silken sheets.
Okay. It couldn't be that bad, I reassured myself, he had done most of the actions. I shut my eyes tightly and sighed. As long as no one know of what had happened, everything should be fine. Besides, I'm sure the kage's son is allowed to do whatever he wants. I'm sure he's fooled around with women before… right?
Why did the thought of him with other women make me feel sick.
The blush spread over my face and down my neck.
I…. Maybe it's because he was my first. He was the first man I had ever been touched by. He's the only person to make me feel like that.
I shook my head violently, trying to rid my complexion of the heat that engulfed me. I shifted my legs and suddenly felt something….sticky. I burrowed my face in my hands once again. Kami. I need to take a shower and change clothes.
Sitting up straight, I stared at the large door at the end of the room. A scene popped into my head, the tall redheaded man emerging from his closet and glancing over me one last time before speaking and disappearing. "Stay there. Go to sleep and I will return in the evening…"
How long did he want me to stay here? Was I expected to stay in this room until he came to see me? Am I not allowed to leave and change? I let out a huff. He can't expect me to stay caged in here with nothing to do. Plus he must know I need a shower after the… events.
I folded my arms over my chest defiantly. I know he's my master, but he can't just lock me up and forbid me from leaving.
I stood and strode to the door, grabbing the handle and twisting to find that it wouldn't budge. I scanned around the door for a locking device- there was none. I pulled again, still no response. My eyes grew wide when I trailed the seems.
It was welded shut with sand.
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I sat at my mahogany desk, elbows bent and hands placed into a steeple, a low growl leaving my throat. What is wrong with me? My spiked locks still dripped from the shower. It was meant to clear my mind but it had failed. It was also meant to solve a certain problem, but the strain in my groin told me it wouldn't be dealt with that easily.
I glared at the papers strewn about in front of my elbows. How can I concentrate after what had happened? After what I'd done.
I folded my arms behind my head and leaned back into the plush chair, eyes fixated on the boring ceiling. I had pinned her to the wall. My mouth had mapped her skin. I'd left marks on her, then, I told her she was mine.
I let my eyes closed and my mind swirled with the images of earlier. How her face was flushed and how her lips parted. How her body pressed against mine. The sounds she made as I touched her…
The door suddenly slammed open.
I automatically jerked forward out of the chair, catching myself on the desk before I crashed face-first into it. My head snapped up and I glared at the man standing in the door as if my eyes could skewer the painted idiot.
Kankuro flashed a wide grin at me, holding a large box in his hands. His leg was bent to suggest he had kicked the door open…
I bared my canines at him with a hiss. He chuckled lightly and proceeded to the other side of my desk. He gave a hesitant look, but decided to push the papers aside and set it down in front of me anyways.
"Now now, is this any way to thank your brother who is presenting you a gift?" His eyebrow arched slightly and I let my lips slide back into place and sat back in the chair. His shoulders pulled back into a more relaxed pose, and a nervous smile quirked in the corner of his painted mouth.
"Gift?" I growled.
He nodded, taking the lid off the box gently. "I couldn't forget my little brother's birthday, now could I?" I shot him a hard glare before standing and leaning over the table. Great, I'd forgotten this was the day I was born into this wretched world. Now I'd have to try to avoid Temari at all costs.
I peered in, curiosity taking precedence over the annoyance that was building. My eyes drifted over brown swirls of icing, red drawn letters, and largs dipped strawberries that protruded out along the corners. A simple "Happy Birthday" written in cursive in the red piped icing towards the center. I blinked. A cake. He got me a cake. I mentally scoffed, sitting back into my chair.
I hate sweets.
"I see you're busy, I just wanted to give this to you..." He said, dipping his head and turning for the door.
He was about to slip away before I cleared my throat.
"Kankuro… Thank you."
He froze mid step. After several moments, his foot came to the ground and he lifted his hand in the air before closing the door behind him.
I growled and ran a hand through my damp hair, leaning the chair back and sighing. Why did it feel so weird to thank someone- a sibling- for a present? Well at the very least, I didn't want to hurt his feelings I guess. I contemplated throwing it away before looking over to the clock.
Time to get back to signing documents.
…
I was in the middle of a thick document when I felt it. That tingling feeling I despised. What was it?
Oh.
It meant she was touching the grains of sand on her neck. The disturbing feeling that ran across my skin when her fingers pressed against them. Why was she awake? She acted as if she would have slept the entire day away when I had tucked her in. What is she doing? I let out a growl as I stood and decided I would go see what she was doing. My eyes were drawn to the cake on my desk. Hmmm. Maybe instead of throwing it out, I could make her eat it. At least it wouldn't go to waste.
Wait. My brows furrowed with an unsavory thought. I reached down and swiped my finger across the red writing in the center, effectively smearing it beyond recognition. I definitely didn't need to be "congratulated" on the anniversary of my birth by her.
Picking up the box, I vanished in a cloud of sand that swept me away back to my room.
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Sorry again for taking so long! I have things I want to happen but I don't want to rush them! Don't worry, there are more things still to come ;3
-CH 6 Fin-