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From a young age, love had been a driving force in Hinata's life. Her affections for Naruto, who had always inspired her, bloomed early on and continued to grow with each passing day. She had never told anyone about her feelings, knowing that it was unlikely that they would ever be reciprocated.
However, when her caregiver Ko told her that Naruto had left the village to train with his master Jiraiya, with a fierce determination, Hinata made the bold decision to escape the Hyuga compound, to find him and confess her love.
Her father, Hiashi, was furious when he found out that she had left. He had been in the process of introducing her to various suitors, but she had never been interested in any of them. She only had eyes for Naruto.
Hinata traveled for days, facing various obstacles and dangers along the way. But she never gave up on her goal. She knew that she had to find Naruto and tell him how she felt.
Sasuke was taken aback by her confession realising that Hinata is in love with his old teammate, his rival, his only friend, who he couldn't cut bonds with. Sasuke didn't know how to respond, uncertain of how to handle someone else's feelings.
Hinata could sense Sasuke's unease and knew that it was a lot to take in. She didn't want to force him to understand her feelings.
Sasuke spoke up, "If you were here to find Naruto, why are you seducing me?"
Hinata's eyes widened in shock and her voice trembled with emotion. "I ... I didn't seduce you," she said. "I don't know what happened to me. It only happened once in my life, that's why I was locked in my room."
Sasuke turned to look at her, his expression softening as he saw the pain and confusion in her eyes. He realised that it was a moment of weakness for Hinata, as it was for him and it was not his place to judge her.
Hinata's gentle voice pulled him back to reality. "I've been locked away for years, protected by my father and my clan. I've never been allowed to leave my room or the compound."
Hinata looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears. "I know that it's hard for you to understand, but I hope that you can see that I am not a seductive woman. I just want to be free, to explore the world and to be with the person I love."
Sasuke felt a twinge of emotion in his chest, he felt a connection with Hinata. Sasuke was not used to apologising or expressing his feelings, he still had a lot to learn about how to interact with others and how to deal with his own emotions. He knew that he had been wrong to accuse Hinata of seducing him and he wanted to make amends.
"We'll stay here for the night," he spoke with his usual cold and distant tone. "But come morning, I'm leaving. You should not follow me. Go find your Naruto."
Hinata felt a pang of sadness in her heart as she heard Sasuke's words.
"I understand," she said. "I know that you have your own journey to follow, and I respect that. I will find my own way."
Sasuke nodded as he sat facing Hinata, both of them locked in their own thoughts. He understood her point of view, he felt a sense of relatability to her situation. He knew what it was like to be locked away, to feel trapped and suffocated. He too had been locked in, confined in Orochimaru's hideout for years.
His time in the hideouts was a constant battle of endurance and determination. He knew that Orochimaru had his sights set on his body and his eyes, and that he had to be prepared for the inevitable confrontation. So, he pushed himself to the limit, training harder than he ever had before.
He spent endless hours in the training room, honing his skills and perfecting his techniques. He knew that Orochimaru was a powerful and dangerous opponent, and he had to be at his best if he was going to survive. He trained with weapons, hand-to-hand combat, and ninjutsu, always looking for ways to improve. He also studied the battles of the third Hokage and his success in taking Orochimaru's hands, making him unable to make seals.
Despite the constant danger and the pressure to be the strongest, Sasuke never wavered. He knew that it was his only chance of survival and freedom. He was willing to endure anything to get the strength he needed, even if it meant putting his life on the line.
In the end, Sasuke's hard work and dedication paid off. When the day came for Orochimaru to make his move, Sasuke was ready. He was able to fight off Orochimaru's attempt to take his body, and was able to escape the hideout. Thanks to Orochimaru's unablety to make any seals and thanks to his preparation and determination, Sasuke was able to survive and escape from Orochimaru's grasp.
But why was she locked in? She said she had that "urge" once before that is why she was locked in. What was that sweet smell? Why did he feel this way as a reaction? Is she controlling him in a way? Could she trigger his primal desire with that smell and have him go all crazy anytime she wants?
Sasuke lay on the cold, hard ground of the cave, his heart pounding with a mix of lure and confusion. He could still smell a faint waft of her sweet fragrance of her skin, a scent that had left him feeling dazed and intoxicated. He couldn't explain the effect that the aroma had on him, but he knew that it was powerful and dangerous. Hinata's presence had stirred something within him, an unfamiliar feeling that he couldn't quite grasp. He tried to push the thought of her aside, telling himself that it was just a temporary physical reaction. But he couldn't shake the sense of connection that he had felt with her.
He closed his eyes, trying to clear his mind and get some rest. Sasuke knew that he had to distance himself from her, for her own good. He couldn't let himself get caught up in these thoughts, he had a mission to complete and a revenge to take. He had to focus on his goals and not let anything distract him, not even her. He turned his back to her.
Hinata lay on the other side of the fire, her eyes closed in contemplation. She, too, was grappling with her own emotions, unsure of how to process what had happened between them.
The morning light filtered into the cave, illuminating their silhouettes in a soft glow. Sasuke and Hinata awoke, the tension between them thick with unspoken words. They shared a silent breakfast, the air charged with an awkwardness that hung heavy between them. The presence of the other was intoxicating, yet also maddeningly overwhelming, both of them did not have the courage to be the first to leave.
As they ate, the silence between them was palpable. They both wanted to say something, but neither of them knew what to say. They were both thinking about the previous day, and the intense attraction they had felt towards each other.
As they finished breakfast, the tension between them grew. The cave was filled with an uncomfortable silence, each of them trying to avoid the other's gaze.
Finally, Sasuke couldn't take it anymore. He got up and grabbed his katana, turning to leave. Hinata watched him go, feeling a sense of disappointment wash over her. She didn't want him to leave, but she didn't know how to stop him.
Sasuke paused at the cave entrance, looking back at her. He didn't know what he was feeling. So, he turned and left without a word.
As Hinata ventured further from the confines of the cave, her path diverged into treacherous territory. She had only been walking for a few hours when the simplicity of her journey was abruptly shattered by the presence of a gang of road thugs. Like vultures spying their prey, they sensed her vulnerability, outnumbering her and relishing the opportunity to exploit her defenselessness.
Caught off guard, Hinata's heart raced with fear, her mind scrambling for a strategy amidst the chaos unfolding before her. With a futile attempt at self-defense, her valiant efforts were swiftly subdued by the sheer force of their collective might. The thugs' motives shifted course upon witnessing her resplendent Byakugan, its ethereal radiance marking her as a worthy prize.
Circling her like ravenous wolves, the nostrils of some of them filled with the intoxicating aroma wafting from her delicate form, their primal instincts melding with malicious intent. Emboldened by their perverse desires, they unleashed an avalanche of crude and despicable remarks, reveling in their previous plans to ravage her innocence.
Hinata's world shattered within that moment of terror, she felt trapped, her sense of agency flickering in the shadow of discomfort. She had never been in such a dangerous situation before, and she didn't know how to get out of it. Desperately, she surged forward in a bid for escape, but the thuggish horde was relentless, seizing her with ease. They began to touch and grab at her, trying to rip her clothes off.
Hinata fought back with all her might, but she was no match for them. She was bruised, and injured, fatigue and anguish began to plague her weary body, and the harsh reality of her impending violation loomed ominously. Just when all hope seemed lost, she heard a familiar voice calling out her name.
She turned around to find Sasuke. Sensing somehow the danger hovering over her, he materialised as her saviour.
Without hesitation, Sasuke assessed the situation unfolding before him. Swiftly unsheathing his gleaming katana, he surged forward, his very chakra igniting with an aura of sheer determination that torment them. In a tempest of calculated strikes and unwavering resolve, he danced amidst the chaos, each swing of his blade extinguishing the miscreants' foul ambitions.
Hinata was stunned by Sasuke's sudden arrival and by his bravery. She had never seen him like this before and she couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for him.
When he was done, Sasuke's frigid gaze bore into her, his expression unreadable, Hinata couldn't help but feel a flutter of trepidation in her chest. "Are you alright?" he asked, his voice cold and distant as usual.
Hinata nodded, gratitude brimming to the surface. "Thank you, Sasuke-kun," she said. "I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't come." She said embarrassed.
Sasuke noticed her bruises and injuries and his mind raced with fury and concern, his protective instincts overriding his usual apathy towards others. He couldn't imagine what Hinata had gone through, and he felt a surge of anger toward those who would dare to lay their hands on another in such appalling ways.
"Can you heal your wounds?" he asked.
"Uhm… " she looked at herself and was freaked out, when she saw her torn jacket and her visible cleavage. She clutched at the frayed ends of her jacket, attempting to cover herself from the revealing tears wrought by the thugs. Sasuke noticed her worries and without hesitation, he slid off his own blouse and draped it over her shoulders. He wanted her to feel safe and secure. Hinata felt a warmth spread through her body as she felt the protection of Sasuke's blouse.
"T...thank you, Sasuke-kun," She looked up at him, thankful. His torso was exposed, making her blush even more. She quickly looked away and collected the Hyuga handmade ointment from her pouch. She couldn't open it, trembling hands betraying the gravity of her traumatic experience.
Sasuke knew that he needed to step in. He bent down on his knees "Give me that." he commanded.
He gently treated her wounds with her ointment, taking care to be as gentle as possible.
As he dressed her wounds, Hinata stole glances at him from under her bangs, feeling a tingle of draw as she registered his cute serious face. Why did he return? His expression remained impassive, masking any emotion that may have been churning within him. Hinata couldn't read him, but she sensed a tenderness in his touch that belied his stoic facade. She felt safe with him and a sense of gratitude towards him.
"We have to find somewhere safe for you to rest," he said in a monotone voice, as he finished applying the ointment to her wounds.
Together, they walked down the dusty path, Sasuke's features set in diligence as they approached a fork in the road. Hinata watched him closely, admiring his calm and collected manner.
"Can you use your Byakugan to locate an inn?" Sasuke asked her, his voice steady.
Hinata nodded, activating her powerful bloodline limit. Her eyes scanned the horizon, zooming in on a small inn located roughly 20 kilometers away.
"Yes," she replied, "There's one just few hours ahead."
Sasuke marveled at Hinata's abilities, impressed by the range of her Byakugan. He had heard of its power, but he had never seen it in action like this.
Hinata smiled when she noticed he was impressed with her abilities. She had always known that her Byakugan was strong, but she had never had the opportunity to use it to its full potential after her Chunin exam.
As they walked towards the inn, and arrived in a few hours, their appetites whetted by the journey. They had dinner and, despite the constraints of their budget, were able to afford a cosy room to rest for the night. As they settled into their modest accommodations, Hinata found solace knowing that Sasuke was by her side.
They put on separate futons, positioned on opposite sides of the room. Sasuke strategically positioned himself closer to the door, for protection and vigilance. Hinata, weary from the day's events, longed for a peaceful slumber. However, after a while, a flood of vivid, haunting images washed over her. The thugs' vicious attacks, the overwhelming fear and helplessness she had experienced—these memories clawed their way back into her consciousness.
Her heart raced, beads of sweat formed on her forehead, and her body trembled as she relived the traumatic experience within the confines of her mind.
Sasuke couldn't sleep. What is he doing, wasting time with this girl? Why did he return to save her? And why did he feel this way toward her? He sat up in his futon and looked at her. He found himself transfixed by her silhouette, the gentle curves of her body illuminated by the faint light. Suddenly Sasuke heard her whimper and fight in her sleep. He recognized the depth of her suffering and carried a weight of guilt for abandoning her in the forest.
Before her distress could escalate into a scream, strong arms encircled her trembling form, pulling her into a comforting embrace. Sasuke settled himself behind her on the bed, holding her securely against the warmth of his chest. The rise and fall of his steady breathing, coupled with gentle shushing and soothing strokes through her hair, aimed to lull her turbulent thoughts into stillness.
Gradually, Hinata began to relax, finding solace in the sanctuary of Sasuke's protective hold. His touch enveloped her in a shield of safety and reassurance, allowing her to surrender to the tranquillity of sleep. As her breathing steadied and her heartbeat returned to its natural rhythm, peace settled upon her fragile form.
Sasuke remained vigilant, keeping a watchful eye over her as she slept. A profound sense of protectiveness enveloped him, compelling him to ensure her well-being. He held her tenderly, knowing the weight of her traumatic experience as the night unfolded and sleep claimed them both.
With the arrival of dawn, Sasuke found himself nestled against the curve of Hinata's neck. A waft of her delicate fragrance spread from her neck again and he couldn't help but sniff on it eagerly, awakening a primal desire within him. The more he smelled her unique scent the more his lust grew to have her. His groin grew harder and he couldn't help but grind against her. She felt him and felt his arms wrapped around her tightly.
She whispered in shock and embarrassment. "S...Sasuke-kun!!!" she could feel his desire in his heavy breath on her neck. He was panting in agony.
"Just stay still." He told her.
She was feeling the clenching in her abdomen. It was too painful to ignore. What is Sasuke doing in her futon? Why is he hugging her like that? Why is this happening to her again, In such a short time too?
He rubbed on her buttcheeks trying to find relief from his urge. She wasn't intentionally provoking him; the alluring scent had released while she was asleep.
However, his restraint was faltering, overwhelmed by an insatiable desire. He yearned for her, every part of her, to be exclusively his. But rubbing on her like this is not enough. With a sense of urgency, he unveiled his swelling arousal, determined to take their connection to greater heights. His grip tightened around her waist, causing her body to arch and quiver in his embrace, consumed by a deep longing to experience him in return. Astonishingly, she too craved this pleasure, a revelation that stunned him. Previously, his focus had been solely on his own torment, but now he recognized the responsibility of fulfilling her desires; it's his duty as a man.
Slowly, he reached for the edge of her pants and panties, delicately pulling them down. If she disagrees she will stop him! But she didn't.
Anticipation engulfed her, evident in her laboured breaths as she turned her head to gaze upon him. Her eyes were brimming with desire, shimmering with a watery intensity, her flushed face displaying a captivating shade of crimson, and her parted lips beckoning him further.
He gulped. The intensity of her gaze drove him to the brink of madness. How could he possibly resist her now? Placing his shaft between the enticing curvature of her buttocks, he resumed his fervent caresses, prompting her to arch her back and tilt her hips towards him, a silent invitation. Trembling, he hesitated for a moment, his fingers quivering as they trailed along her abdomen, descending towards her delicate folds. The moment his touch drew near her most sensitive spot, she convulsed and curled in on herself, amplifying his inner turmoil. The intoxicating sensation of her wetness overwhelmed him, each glide becoming an exquisite dance across her silken terrain. The heat and softness enveloped him, stimulating a symphony of desire that threatened to consume his sanity. In an attempt to silence her euphoric moans that resonated with intensity, he instinctively placed his hand over her mouth, muffling her cries of pleasure.
With his large, rigid fingers, he expertly stroked her, their combined movements creating a delightful friction. Gripping his hand tightly, she feared that he might withdraw. But he will not stop, he will never leave her. His yearning intensified, compelling him to explore her further, to taste the tender curve of her neck, to savour the sweetness of her lips, to revel in the sensation of her supple skin. Alas, such desires remained unfulfilled.
Unexpectedly, she sucked on his fingers that had silenced her ecstatic cries, causing him to flinch. Meeting his gaze once again, her expression teetered on the precipice of release, a testament to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her. In a breathy whisper, she uttered his name, her words barely audible amidst her moans, "Sasuke, I'm... cumming... Ahh..."
Driven by her fervour, he intensified his movements, grinding against her with heightened urgency, burying his face in the hollow of her neck. Sensing her breath catch, she closed her eyes, surrendering herself entirely to the rapture coursing through her veins, her body coiling tighter with every passing second. In the final moments, he managed to retrieve a handkerchief, readying himself for his own release, which arrived with a powerful surge accompanied by a deep, primal groan of satisfaction.
As they lay intertwined for a moment, their bodies heaving with the remnants of passion, the fragrant scent of their union lingered in the air, evoking a bittersweet blend of pleasure instead of pain. Hinata's mind swirled in a flurry of confusion, grappling with the bewildering turn of events. Why did this happen? And not once, but twice with Sasuke-kun. It was an audacious and disgraceful twist of fate, one that left her feeling both embarrassed and conflicted. Questions clawed at her consciousness, their answers eluding her grasp. Why had his touch commenced a tantalising dance upon her skin? The unspoken desires that had driven them together were beyond her comprehension. She found herself yearning for understanding, but knew the futility in searching for immediate answers.
After a fleeting moment, Sasuke rose from their tangled embrace, his footsteps leading him towards the shower. No point having those questions now. She could better prepare for the journey ahead. She wore a yukata and fetched a needle and threat from her pouch and started fixing her jacket. However, a flicker of kindness compelled her to consider Sasuke's blouse, which also bore signs of battles.
Upon his return, Sasuke avoided meeting her gaze. Hinata's cheeks reddened, embarrassment washing over her, wishing the ground would open up and swallow her. She knew that she must keep her distance. She went to take a shower too, Kami knows when she will get this opportunity again.
The cascading water cleansing her body, washing away the remnants of the last days. She washed her dirty clothes as she discovered Sasuke's handkerchief within the wastebasket. A strange emotion stirred within her, compelling her to retrieve it, and wash it too.
Returning to the room, she gently placed her damp clothes upon the windowsill, the hot sun and gentle breeze promising to dry them.
Sasuke, not looking at her, noticed the meticulously stitched repairs upon his blouse. A flicker of warmth ignited within his chest, overwhelmed by the depth of Hinata's thoughtfulness and her unwavering commitment to nurture and care. He knew she tried to show appreciation for saving her through the silent acts of repairing his blouse, though he thinks she doesn't have to.
He peeked a glance at her hugged form in the yukuta. He gulped, "Shall we have breakfast?" he managed to utter, his voice husky.
"H… hai," she whispered, surprised at his sudden question.
Together, they descended to the inn's dining area, and ate awkwardly in silence. Sasuke's mind drifted into a sea of contemplation, his thoughts fiercely focused on the future that beckoned. He had just killed Orochimaru, the treacherous mastermind who had held Sasuke captive within his sinister grasp, the young Uchiha knew that he must gather a formidable team around him, if he were to stand any chance against his ultimate enemy: his elder brother, Itachi Uchiha.
As Sasuke finally broke the silence with his voice, a small squeak escaped Hinata's lips. An uncontrolled smirk graced his features, reflecting his amusement. "I cannot leave you alone as I did before. I need to find my brother and you could be useful to me," he stated, his gaze locked on her, evaluating her prospect. "Join my team. I can see that you have a lot of potential and I think that you could be a valuable asset in my mission."
Hinata, taken aback by Sasuke's unexpected offer, felt a surge of surprise ripple through her. She had been unaware that Sasuke had assembled a team. Nonetheless, she recognized him as a highly skilled warrior from his reputation. The prospect of learning from him excited her; there was so much she could gain by his side.
"But... I also need to find Naruto-kun," Hinata hesitated, unsure of how to respond. She was torn between her own goals and the opportunity presented before her.
"Help me locate Itachi first, and then I will personally take you to that Usuratonkachi," Sasuke declared, his eyes focused and determined.
It became clear to Hinata that she was not safe on her own. No matter how strong she thought she was, the reality remained that she was vulnerable and defenceless against a group of thugs. Being a girl and an unsealed member of the Hyuga clan made her a target for danger. Moreover, for some reason, she can't imagine herself being without Sasuke again.
"Hai," she acquiesced, surprising both herself and Sasuke. A sigh of relief escaped him, a shocking gesture he didn't expect. "Promise me that you will take me to Naruto-kun," she added, seeking reassurance.
"My words alone should be sufficient, but you have no reason to trust me," Sasuke replied, his tone carrying an air of sincerity that gave a hint of gloom. "I promise,"