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"I'll have to violate you."
An Omega would understand it best and witnessing an Alpha uttering those words only certified how dire the situation all the more.
Thus, she, an Omega since born, knows exactly what he, an Alpha, meant by saying those words.
Though the words are simple, his voice is firm and clear, making the situation she is in right now as vivid as she could have ever imagined, yet it feels vague. Time is slowing down around them—surely around her for she is certain the Uchiha isn't affected in any way—slow enough for her to be able to reminisce distant yet fond memories of her mother.
From such a young age, long before she got her first heat, her mother had told her astonishing qualities one would have if they were an Omega. She told her that she was gifted, being born Omega. Her mother revealed, while her beautiful pearly eyes gleamed with tenderness and love, that Omega was a valuable being, so rare, yet extremely essential for the future of the population. Her younger self had widened her eyes back then, sparks of adoration toward her Omega mother adorning that adorable set of pearly eyes similar to her mother's, albeit slightly darker in shade.
Even in her current predicament, she still remembers her mother's words clearly, word by word, meaning to meaning.
People say you will remember someone the most through your last interaction with them. Now experiencing it firsthand, she has to admit she has never agreed on something so blatantly and has never come to see how true it is.
Because exactly the day after, years after her mother had been confined to bed due to grave illness, her mother died.
Despite her perfect memories about their last interaction and her then adoration to her Omega mother, her adoration about Omega had all but shattered the moment she entered real world. Saying she entered real world was an overstatement though for she had always been confined inside the manor by her own father all because she was born an Omega.
"You will go into, what we call as, the heat," her mother's gentle voice echoes inside her head. "It doesn't come regularly, but when it does, you will see, my Hinata, that it is a time where miracles are being made.
"And you are my miracle."
Hinata hadn't realized back then, her mother had overly romanticized this inevitable attack of carnality that could possibly put someone in danger, as close as to death itself.
In the years she's lived after her mother's passing, Hinata has learned to know that the natural way to subside heat is to engage in sexual intercourse—the time where miracles are being made, as told by her mother.
She had been so sure all her life that if she were to engage in this form of intimacy, there would be no need for her to be in heat, the same if she were in heat, there would be no need to have sex just to subside the sensation.
Now, where did things start to go south?
She always swallowed down her suppressants diligently, checked her emergency injection supplies in her every pre-mission routine, made sure she had attended her annual physical.
It shouldn't be like this.
"Hyuuga," the man kneeling beside her squirming form calls again. "It's your choice. I'll do what you command."
Hearing his voice hurts. She has been too absorbed in her musing to realize her current reality and his voice has forcefully knocked some sense into her once more.
She blinks hard, then blinks again. But it does not do anything to rectify her blurred eyesight.
What choice does she have?
She wants to live. Oh how she desperately wants to live.
Hinata chokes on her saliva. "Anything… do anything to keep me alive."
The hawk nods, Hinata turns her head to the side—she really can't bear to see what is about to happen.
"Good choice," Uchiha said, "This will be your only chance to command a captain."
In times like this, she still finds it funny and agrees with the captain's sense of humor because he is right, she won't have the chance again. Not just because she can't have the chance again, but because after this mission ends, she surely will be an Anbu no longer.
With deft hands, Captain Uchiha lowers her tights waistline, then settles them at the level of her knees, leaving her thigh and up to the hem of her sleeveless black top bare to the eyes.
She was wet all over. It feels hot and uncomfortable down there and she wants it to stop whatever it takes. True, she is beyond embarrassed. But she really has no luxury to think it over.
When calloused skin rubs her opening, she flinches. What she expects next is something thick will enter her shortly. What she didn't expect is when the calloused skin moves to press on her swelling bud of clitoris and a finger enters her gently.
It almost feels too gentle for she has the chance to really adapt to the foreign sensations his finger produces inside her.
It feels strange. His finger feels strange. Her own response to it feels even stranger. She can make out every turn, twist, thrust, and pull of his finger inside her. When he enters the second finger, it still feels strange…but in a good way. It feels strange, foreign, but it feels like it belongs. She no longer feels only discomfort… she also feels pleasure.
She shouldn't be thinking how good it is in this kind of situation, shouldn't she?
Yet she really can't stop. All she can think of is how good it made her feel.
Gods, his ministrations… feel too good.
The sensations build up and she doesn't realize when she started squirming and releasing moans. All she can perceive are his fingers inside her tightening wall and his thumb on her clitoris.
She is getting close to the edge effortlessly simply by the twists of his fingers.
He then inserts a third finger, her toes curl and before long, she has her first orgasm.
As if there is a button somewhere to switch her mode, her heat is deactivated completely. Everything subsided and she is a functional being once more.
"Has it subsided?" said Captain Uchiha.
It took her by surprise. No, she didn't forget his presence at all. On the contrary, his fingers still inside her feel too tangible to ignore. In fact, their existence is still the only thing she perceives flawlessly.
But he has done too much already, hasn't he? Isn't it time where he should leave her for herself already? He has taken care of subordinate in heat, which wasn't supposed to happen in the first place, had things happened orderly in her recruitment. Yet, he still has the decency to ask her.
If she says it hasn't, will he continue taking care of her?
"It has," she says instead, her eyes eyeing some insects making their way above the rock close to her head.
He then removes his fingers from her and it made her feel defective already.
The raven haired Uchiha is silent after that and she has no courage to try knowing what is going on. But she is most curious to what is really going on inside his head. Yet, she makes no further effort. Because she is just a subordinate who has inconvenienced her captain on so many levels.
Some rippling sounds originating from the stream later tells her that he is now washing his something. His hands probably—obviously.
When a shadow casts upon her, she realizes now that he is standing up.
"Go on your way once you're ready," he mentions as he putting on his pack. "I won't be too far." With that, he takes a leap and is gone behind the trees shortly after.
She doesn't know how to arrange her feelings towards the whole thing. Sure, he is giving her time to clean herself and some semblance of privacy after her privacy has been invaded inevitably.
But she can't help feeling abandoned.
Where are these thoughts coming from anyways?
She has to remind herself that this is why an Anbu can't be an Omega. While she is an Anbu and an Omega, she has to choose to be an exceptional Omega. So there is no room to allow appearance of such qualities of being an Omega—clingy and submissive.
She quickly releases herself from the hindering thought and does just what she was told; clean herself and be ready to continue their travel.