Upon reaching the town where they got animal reports holding informations of Itachi's possible presence, the team settled into a nearby inn. It was cosy, the one of those places where the floors creaked under your feet and the lamps looked like they had a thousand stories to tell. Sasuke assumed the role of commander, orchestrated the group's movements, assigning tasks to each member, directing everyone in a different direction to go look for further traces of his brother.
Karin's questioning gaze fell upon Hinata "And what about her?" Her chin pointed right at Hinata, eyes a mix of jealousy and envy.
Sasuke's reply was swift, "She remains with me. I promised to protect her, and I can use her Byakugan." his words laced with a chilly resolve.
As the team scattered to chase leads, Sasuke and Hinata set out on their own path that led them into a dark forest.
The forest was all hushed whispers and rustling leaves, almost like nature's background music, enveloping them. Hinata activated her Byakugan, its legendary sight piercing the distance. In its ethereal gaze, an Akatsuki member materialised, stationed a few miles away.
The oddity lay in the member's solitude, a divergence from the usual team-of-two formation. As she focused her Byakugan, she discerned the presence of a clone, some next-level illusion. That explains why he was alone. But the question was, why here? Was this a setup to meet them, or was this figure about to meet up with someone else?
Sharing her suspicions with Sasuke, they cautiously moved closer to get a better look. The tension was real as they moved in, the unknown hanging in the air. If a meeting was indeed on the horizon, they must know who and why.
As the figure came into Sasuke's line of sight, recognition hit him like a ton of bricks. His presence bore an enigma, his attention elsewhere as if veiled in his own contemplation. The moment hung suspended, a breath caught in the throes of impending revelation.
His brother's hair, those familiar strands that once played in the wind, framed his face, the pale visage bearing the weight of time and trials. Fatigue was etched across Itachi's features, the lines of exhaustion marked into his skin. His hand hung loose on his robe, evidence of weariness and burden carried too long obvious on him. He had changed so much; older, exhausted, and… so lonely.
"That's Itachi," Sasuke whispered to Hinata, who stood beside him, hidden behind a tree trunk.
Itachi—that name held so many layers, like an onion waiting to be peeled, memories, feelings, and questions all wrapped into one.
A gasp of surprise escaped Hinata's lips, almost exposing their hiding spot. She quickly covered her mouth, her eyes widening, the revelation was a shock to her senses. Her gaze remained locked on the figure before them, her heart pounding in her chest.
"Sasuke-kun," her voice trembled, words woven with an urgent plea, "Please, talk to him. Please listen to his motive. Don't let your hate control you. Please." Her eyes, shimmering with unshed tears, locked onto his. This could go horribly wrong; a confrontation with Itachi could spell the end of their journey together. Itachi could kill him, or at least hurt him badly, or even push him into the abyss of unconsciousness, much like what had happened to Kakashi. She can't bear seeing any harm come to Sasuke.
Her body started shivering, Hinata clasped his hand between hers. She wasn't ready to let him go. She will not let him go.
"Maybe he is waiting for someone else?" she whispered, a feeble attempt to delay the inevitable. Her voice was a fragile thread, a plea for just a little more time to gather her strength. "Let's wait a moment."
She needed this moment, to steel herself for whatever might unfold. She was prepared to do anything to safeguard Sasuke, even if it meant confronting Itachi herself. Though, deep within her heart, she prayed that no one would have to die on this overcast day.
Sasuke took a deep breath and nodded, his heart heavy yet resolute. He knew Hinata was right; he couldn't let the poison of hatred dictate his actions. He needed to listen to Itachi's motive, no matter how agonising or difficult it might be. With a gentle squeeze of Hinata's hand, he conveyed his gratitude for her unwavering support. Together, they stood in that shadowy embrace, waiting as seconds stretched into moments, ready to face whatever truth Itachi's presence might bring to light.
After a stretch of time that felt like an eternity, Itachi shifted his stance, pivoting to face the direction where Sasuke and Hinata stood. His eyes pierced through the shadows, locking onto his brothers with a gaze that held mysteries untold. Sasuke's muscles coiled, primed for action or defence at a moment's notice. Yet, Itachi's demeanour remained still, an enigmatic tableau of anticipation.
Hinata's pulse quickened as the air grew thicker with tension. Her grip on Sasuke's hand tightened. Sasuke, the embodiment of readiness, took a step forward, his eyes never leaving Itachi's. He knew this was it. This was the realisation of his quest, the moment where a multitude of emotions converged—a crossroads of revelation and reckoning.
"Sasuke," Itachi's voice, soft but unwavering, cut through the charged atmosphere. "It's been quite a while."
Sasuke didn't reply, just continued to stare at his brother. Itachi's eyes were dark and tired, but there was something in them that Sasuke couldn't quite place.
Sasuke turned to Hinata and gave her hand a final squeeze before letting go. She watched with bated breath as he walked over to Itachi, her heart pounding against her ribs. She hoped they would both come out of this unharmed. Itachi is a clone anyway but Sasuke… All she could do is watch and pray for the best.
"Who is she?" Itachi said in his velvety deep voice as Sasuke got close to him.
"She is my teammate. Don't mind her, I'm your opponent." Sasuke's reply, edged with a palpable fury, echoed back.
Itachi seemed undeterred by Sasuke's dismissal, his inquiries continuing. "Will you not introduce us?"
Sasuke's patience wore thin, frustration bleeding into his words. "Why are you interested in her, your business is with me. Where is your real body?"
Ignoring Sasuke's inquiries, Itachi's voice took an unexpected turn. "Is she your omega?" The question lingered, a curiosity that bypassed the turmoil of their reunion.
Sasuke's response was a quirked brow, his confusion palpable. The term was foreign, a puzzle piece he hadn't encountered before. "What? My what?"
In a surreal twist, Itachi's form spread into crows. Suddenly, he was beside Hinata, the distance between them closing in an instant.
"My name is Uchiha Itachi. Nice to meet you, Hyuga. What is your name?" Itachi's introduction, delivered with a certain elegance, caught Hinata off guard. The proximity sent a shiver down Hinata's spine, a mixture of awe and nervousness intertwining in her heart.
What was happening? She didn't expect it to go this way. This wasn't the confrontation she had mentally prepared for. The brothers' meeting was supposed to be a storm of anger and hostility. But she is the centre of attention now. Her heartbeat quickened, her cheeks tinged with an undeniable blush. How could a woman not blush in the presence of this gorgeous man.
Itachi's aura exuded an irresistible charm, his attentiveness drawing her into a magnetic field that she couldn't escape. His voice, deep and hypnotic, washed over her like a velvet tide, every word a thread in a tapestry she couldn't help but be captivated by. He could tell her anything and she would nodded to hear him talk more and hear that rich voice as much as possible.
A dryness formed in her throat as her heart raced to the rhythm of his words. She couldn't tear her eyes away from his diamond-shaped gaze, a rare combination of allure and depth… and his long lashes. Damn those lashes, the way they accentuated his eyes. There was no denying his attractiveness, every facet of his being radiating a magnetic pull. She can't remember seeing a more handsome man than him, except Sasuke maybe.
"H… Hinata, my… name is Hinata." she stuttered, her voice betraying her unease. His attention was a weight she could hardly bear, and she found herself unable to break the spell his presence had woven around her.
"Nice to meet you… Hinata-chan." Itachi's voice held a note of genuine warmth, a smile gracing his lips as he leaned in to place a kiss on her cheek. The blush deepened, a rosy hue that painted her cheeks like the brushstrokes of a shy sunset. This justure was more intimate then she had thought. She wasn't used to men kissing her cheek. It was so slow and the contact lingering just a beat longer than expected. Her heart thudded in her chest. Why is he so intimidating?
He withdrew slowly. His hand, delicate yet possessing an underlying power, reached out to capture a strand of her hair, and brought it to his nose, inhaling deeply, a gesture so unexpected that it left her utterly speechless. This wasn't how things were supposed to go.
"Please take good care of my brother," he whispered. She looked at him with wide eyes and her trembling lips parting slightly as she grappled for words, for composure. What was that? Her world had been thrown into a whirlwind by his mere presence, his aura an enigma that both intrigued and terrified her.
Her reverie was interrupted by a sudden motion, a flying katana that shattered the spell Itachi's presence had cast.
Sasuke's fury was palpable, his eyes ablaze with a righteous anger that seemed to consume him. He will burn Itachi's real body with his Goukakyuu-no-Jutsu. The air crackled with his animosity. Even if Sasuke thought about forgiving his nee-san, he liked nothing more than to kill him at the moment.
Though he knew that the target was a clone, the intent was clear—Itachi would pay, and Sasuke would stop at nothing to exact his revenge. The katana sliced through the air, a declaration of intent, bringing back Itachi's intention to him. Why is he always ignoring me?
Itachi's elusive form disappeared into crows once more, materialising this time beside Sasuke. "I see you found your fated mate, Sasuke." His words struck like lightning, information that Sasuke struggled to comprehend. "Finding an omega is rare, but finding a fated mate is considered a myth. Mark her as soon as possible," he remarked, his tone a mix of relief and something resembling satisfaction. "I'm so happy for you, Sasuke. I could have my peace now." And with that, he began to dissolve into crows, slipping away before Sasuke could realise it.
"Wait coward," Sasuke screamed, frustration simmering at the surface, "We haven't talked about anything yet, I need answers."
"Wait for Kisame, he will deliver you a message from me that explains everything." Itachi said before disappearing completely.
Sasuke's rage only intensified at Itachi's words. The concepts Itachi spoke of—fated mate, omega—were foreign to him, but he knew that Itachi was mocking him and trying to provoke him. He lunged towards Itachi, determined to take him down, but the older Uchiha disappeared in a flurry of crows before he could land a blow on him.
The empty air lingered where Itachi had stood. Sasuke turned to Hinata, who was still in shock from Itachi's unexpected confrontation. Sasuke's fury was evident, yet a touch of concern for her was woven into his gaze. "Let's head back to the inn. We need to regroup and figure out our next move." Together, they retraced their steps back to the inn. Sasuke's mind was a tempest of conflicting emotions and unanswered questions. Itachi's cryptic statements hung like a cloud over his thoughts, a puzzle that he couldn't understand.
This girl blushes every time a man stands next to her? Sasuke was furious. Hinata walked behind him with a million thoughts and questions in her head. But she could sense Sasuke's seething anger, and in the midst of it all, she couldn't find the right moment to voice her own questions.
Back in the privacy of their inn room, the intensity of the encounter with Itachi still hung in the air like an unspoken question. Sasuke's anger, like a storm building over time, was finally unleashed. His voice, sharp and filled with frustration, shattered the stillness.
"Why did you let him touch your hair and kiss your cheek." He screamed. " Why were you blushing? Did you like him? Do you like any handsome man you see?" His questions tumbled out in rapid succession, a stream of words that betrayed his tumultuous emotions.
He moved closer, his gaze softened as his words turned into a hushed whisper, "Why are you doing this to me?" He asked in frustration, holding her shoulders. He was angry with himself now for being so vulnerable and out of control. With an exasperated sigh, he released her, his gaze turning away.
"I have to find the others and tell them what happened," he announced, his tone a mix of urgency and a need for distance. "Stay here, I'll be back soon." And with that, he walked away, leaving her in the aftermath of his anger.
She fell on the ground. She was trembling and shaking like a leaf in a storm. She felt and her breath stop.
Hinata crumpled to the tatami-covered floor, her legs couldn't hold her anymore. Her body was trembling and shaking like leaves in a storm. The room seemed to close in around her as her breath caught in her chest. She was engulfed in a maelstrom of emotions, her body temperature raising. The intensity of it all was overwhelming.
As her mind churned through the chaos, she couldn't ignore the raw sensations coursing through her. Why is she feeling like this? This is the urge that she always feels when she touches or gets close to Sasuke. But now it feels even more stronger even though she didn't get that close to Sasuke. She can't deny that his jealousy that he showed earlier from his brother's behaviour turned her on. The possessiveness and ownership that he sometimes shows over her made her knees feel like jelly. She loved his protectiveness over her, it made her feel safe and special. But now he left her in this uncontrollable state. It's even more painful than ever before and she knows only Sasuke can calm her down.
The longing for Sasuke's presence was overpowering, a primal need that coursed through her veins. She recognized the ache, the uncontrollable pull towards him that had grown since their time together had started.
The air in the room shifted, a restlessness settling like a fog.
She trembled out of breath and tried to lay down, maybe it will go on its own. But the clenching was too painful between her thighs.
She started to feel herself getting damper and her panting louder. Suddenly, the door moved, sliding open with a soft sound that seemed to echo in her ears. Someone entered, the figure a shadow in the doorway.
"Sasuke!!!" The whispered relief was an almost breathless exhale, the hope that he had returned palpable. But the figure that stepped through the door wasn't her lover. Instead, a pair of menacing silhouettes filled the doorway, their predatory presence a chilling reality.
A resident rogues, drawn by the intoxicating scent that had captured their senses, had blindly tracked it to its source. Their eyes gleamed with hunger, desire, as they entered the room, their attention solely fixed on Hinata. Their size was imposing, their figures resembling the raw power of Jugo, towering over her like looming shadows.
Sasuke walked in his teammates direction lost in thought. Did Itachi smell her sweet scent? What was he talking about? Fated mates? Omega? What the hell is that? Is she my… omega? Whatever that is. What did Itachi mean by claiming she was rare and that their bond was considered mythical? Were they entangled in something beyond his understanding, a web of significance that he hadn't yet grasped?
Sasuke wasn't far enough from the inn when he felt a sensation—an almost primal instinct—seizing him. A palpable fear for Hinata, a sudden certainty that she was in danger, drove him back to the room. How could he leave her alone? He was too angry with her, with his brother, with anyone who would look at her or smell her. The memory made him furious, but his anger, his frustration, all seemed insignificant in comparison to the urgency of protecting her.
He hurried back to the room where he found two men touching her. The scene that greeted him was a nightmare. Two imposing figures, beast-like in their demeanour, were touching her with a possessiveness that struck a match to the tinderbox of his rage. One was holding her shoulders and sniffing on her neck while the other was bent between her knees and stroking her thighs. Sasuke's entrance, the sword drawn and stance ready, sent a clear signal—the threat to his beloved would not go unanswered.
"Sasuu..!" Hinata whispered with teary eyes when she saw him standing at the door. She was flushed red, dazed and trembling between the rogues. She looked like a ragged doll with no control over her body. He had never seen her out of it like that. The scent was intense unlike anytime before. Did they get seduced by this smell?
But this was no time to think now, the sight of them like that made him lose his mind. He only thought of killing them, of their heads flying in the air with one slash of his katana.
The rogues straightened, kunai poised in their hands, ready to fight over their new feast. Sasuke's eyes burned with fury, his resolve unwavering. It didn't matter that they outnumbered him, that their stature was imposing. He was fueled by an inferno of protectiveness, a force that couldn't be subdued.
Two monsters against a small man they were sure to win. The only problem was that they didn't know how dangerous the man was and the power he wielded, the skill at his fingertips and at the spin of his tomeos. But Sasuke had no intention of making it easy for them. They dared touch his girl and he wasn't ready to forgive them for it. Even when he knew it was something they probably couldn't control. This scent could drive anyone out of his mind. She will seduce the whole inn if the scent doesn't stop. He must act fast.
Sasuke's dominance, an embodiment of his strength and authority, radiated in the room like a fierce wildfire. The rogues, initially undeterred, were forced to recoil in the face of its sheer intensity. They exchanged glances, uncertainty flickering in their eyes. The plan had been to overpower him with their combined strength, but Sasuke's aura was more formidable than they had anticipated.
Hinata, her senses already overwhelmed and feeling Sasuke's flaring power, was caught in a maelstrom of sensations. She could feel the tides of desire within her intensify, the need to submit to his strength, to feel his touch, becoming an ache that resonated through her very being.
Sasuke's own control wavered as the intensifying scent, the lust, the power, all intertwined to create a tempest within him. His knees buckled under the weight of it all, his body trembling with a barely contained desire. The rogues seized the moment, charging forward in an attempt to put an end to him.
Sasuke lifted his gaze from the ground, his red Sharingan spun to life, his expertise in Genjutsu coming to the forefront. The world around them shifted, a projection of his will. The rogues froze in their tracks, ensnared in a web of illusion.
As Sasuke closed the still-open door, his attention shifted to two other beast-like rogues coming closer sniffing, drawn by the intoxicating scent. Sasuke must act faster, he had little time to waste. A closet was moved into place to barricade the door, a makeshift barrier against further intrusion.
Turning to Hinata, he found her in a state of dazed confusion. Her blurry gaze met his, her voice a fragile whisper, her hand reaching for him "Sasu… is that you?" Her vulnerability tugged at his heart, a reminder of his promise to protect her at all costs.
"You're safe, Hinata. I won't let anyone touch you again," he reassured her, as he lifted her from the floor.
He took her to the bath, and closed the bathroom door with a firm click, sliding a chair underneath the handle as an extra precaution. His intention was clear—this space was their sanctuary, a haven from the chaos that had erupted around them. No more intrusions, no more unwelcome touches. He was determined to wash away the stain of those rogue's predatory fingers from her skin. He gently removed her clothes. She was his, and he will not tolerate anyone touching her, and she has been touched too much today.
With a practised focus, he regulated the water's temperature, the sound of its steady flow a soothing backdrop to their hushed world. His fingers trailed through her hair, his touch gentle as he wetted her strands.
As the water cascaded down her body, he couldn't help but watch, his gaze an intimate caress. It travelled over the curve of her neck, the gentle slope of her shoulders, the arch of her spine, and then lingered on the contours that had captivated his desires. Droplets of water gathered between the valley of her breasts, a momentary pause in her belly button before it rolled further between and over her porcelain thighs like liquid silk. She made an exquisite sight even without her seductive scent, she was a seduction goddess.
But the whimper that escaped her lips snapped him out of his reverie, his focus immediately shifting to her. "Sasu, please…" The plea was a shard of reality, a reminder that they were both entangled in this raw moment.
He blinked, his cock is already pulsing painfully in his pants. With resolve, he suppressed his own yearning, his focus wholly on her.
Yet, as he lifted her into his lap, the heat of her body pressing against his, his restraint wavered. His lips descended upon her breast, his touch both possessive and gentle. His fingers caressed the other, his movements a blend of craving and care.
"How many times will I tell you that you are mine?" His voice was a low murmur, his words both an affirmation and a question. The tension between them crackled like electricity, desire and control warring within him. Every fibre of his being wanted to give in to the demands of his body, but he resisted the temptation of exposing his part and shoving it deep into her.
"No one is allowed to touch you but me." his breath, a tantalising whisper, graced her earlobe before his teeth grazed its tender curve. "Only my hands will touch your pussy." he slid his hand over her body, slowly and torturing an artistic sensuality that both inflamed and soothed, a calculated pace that stoked the flames of her longing, until he reached between her clenched thighs. "Open up for me Hinata" he coaxed in her ear again, his words like a sultry melody playing upon her senses.
Hinata couldn't take his whispers in her ear any longer. His hot breath on her neck and his heavy panting were putting her on edge already. His fingers, a whisper upon her flesh, ignited a trail of goosebumps in their wake. She was sure the moment he would touch her there she'd come undone. The anticipation was an exquisite agony, thirst that spiralled uncontrollably within her.
But she didn't care, she wanted his fingers in her. The painful clenching within her was now overshadowed by an insatiable yearning, a longing to yield herself to his ministrations, to surrender to the intoxicating ecstasy that awaited them.
She obeyed, parting her legs looking into his intense eyes. Her own eyes, half-lidded, exuded both longing and a provocative challenge, an invitation to a dance of untamed passions. His arousal heightened by the fervent lust that radiated from her very being. He could feel the pulsating hardness of his cock responding to just her gaze.
With a measured rhythm, he traversed her intime zone, a torturous exploration that fought the chaos encroaching upon their refuge. Like there weren't rogues wrestling with the door trying to find the seduction's origin.
Her uncontrolled moan echoed in the air as her head fell back. The urge to plunge his fingers within her, to claim her as his, had swelled beyond containment and frankly he doesn't give a fuck anymore. Consequences be damned, let her be ruined. Ruined until she only wants him and craves his touch. She will forget that any other man exists. She will only whimper his name. She is his girl and he will have her as he desires. No one will stop him now.
A single finger ventured forth, an inaugural intrusion that elicited a widened gaze from her. As he continued, his digits multiplied, stretching her boundaries, breaching her sanctuary with deliberate intent. The pleasure intensivite to new levels surpassed her prior knowledge and each movement of his magical fingers unlocked new realms of sensation. Overwhelmed, she sought refuge in his embrace, her voice muffled against his chest as her grip on his shoulders tightened. "oh.. Sasu, what are you doing to me?" she gasped, words mingling with her panting breaths.
"Do you enjoy my fingers inside you, Hinata?" he inquired, withdrawing his fingers and then sensually licking them. Her initial urge to protest was overridden by the unexpected shock of his action, causing her to twitch and her inner core to clench even more tightly.
"Sit at the edge of the bathtub," his voice held a commanding authority that seeped into the very core of her being.
Despite her scarce control over her limbs, she complied, gingerly taking her place on the edge as instructed. Shedding his own attire, he positioned himself between her awaiting thighs. "Let's see how much you'll enjoy my tongue." he stated with a tone of anticipation. As he parted her legs, she responded, eager for more pleasure and relief. His lips descended upon her intimate petals, drawing them in, teasingly tormenting, and expertly tracing a path along her clit, all of which set her on the edge of ecstasy. Using his thumbs, he widened her entrance, and then his tongue deftly slipped inside, caressing her g-spot in a teasing rhythm. Simultaneously, the pad of his thumb continued to work wonders upon her clit, conjuring an electrifying fusion of sensations.
The weight of the world seemed to fade away as he lost himself in the intoxicating beauty of the moment, savouring every touch and connection they shared.
The sensation was too much for Hinata. He was skillfully tormenting her sensitive spot in unison making her pleasure build up to a dangerous level. Involuntary spasms coursed through her, a symphony of sensations leaving her bewildered by the shift overtaking her own body. "Sasu… stop… stop I… I feel like I'm gonna… pee… " she murmured, her breath uneven.
He relented momentarily to speak. "Go ahead." he encouraged, and resumed the tantalising exploration of her core with an agile tongue.
"Noo" A faint protest escaped her lips, suffused with a tint of mortification, he probably didn't understand what she just told him.
"I can't… I can't take it anymore… Sasu… Ah" The words trembled out of her, a desperate confession as her body yielded to the unrelenting friction. Her essence spilled forth, while he continued his ministry causing an overwhelming release that blended with his persistent caresses.
The fragrance gradually faded as she descended from her euphoric peak. The persistent knocking on the door ceased, and a sense of security enveloped them.
Sasuke drew nearer, his face inches from hers, and their lips met in a kiss. Hinata experienced the gentle caress of his lips against hers, and a fervent sigh of delight escaped her. Sasuke's kiss possessed an unrefined intensity that Hinata had never experienced before. She found herself lost in the moment, completely surrendering to him.
Sasuke drew her onto his lap, their naked bodies melding as their lips remained locked, both of them ensnared in the throes of passion. Hinata could feel Sasuke's hands roaming over her body, each touch fanning the flames of her own yearning. She knew she was in trouble, but she didn't care. Her sole yearning was for Sasuke, and nothing else mattered.
In time, they parted, both panting, air heavy with the aftermath of their intimacy. Hinata sensed her body still humming with pleasure, an affirmation that she had unequivocally fallen for Sasuke, completely and utterly. And she could see in his eyes that he felt the same way.
"Never did I envision harbouring such feelings for anyone," Sasuke murmured, his eyes retaining their smouldering desire. "Yet, I find myself powerless against you, Hinata. I crave you."
A tender smile graced Hinata's lips, an inner warmth enveloping her. "I too yearn for you, Sasuke-kun," she confessed, arms encircling him. "I love you."
To be continued,