Hinata P.O.V
I don't utter a word as Naruto walks out. I take my time looking around to see exactly where I was. It seems I am in a basement, furnish to look like a regular room. I notice the way any time he leaves he makes sure to lock the door, an audible click each time. 'Get dressed?' I wonder how he expects that of me. I cautiously make my way to the mirror, gazing at my reflection. It's a sight I can live without. My hair is in a tangle mess, probably from the wind. My face holds eye bags that decorate my skin so violently. I shake my head, moving to the wardrobe tuck in the corner.
When I swing the wardrobe open, I'm shocked to see that there are clothes in it. There were battle gear, kimonos, and regular clothes. I am in awe, if not deeply disturb, to find bras my size along with panties too. 'Uzumaki you never cease to amaze me' I muse, a frown slipping on my face. It's a little perverse that he knows this. I try to banish it from my mind, gathering what I need. At home the branch members share the bathroom. It's hard to secure a spot when theirs over 30 people all wanting privacy.
I step inside the bathroom, which is once again stock with my necessities. I turn the hot water on, listening to the soft patter of the running water. I lose myself in the times my mother would take showers with me. She would hum a tune, rubbing shampoo through my hair, soft and gentle. I guess I still miss her dearly.
"Eye freak I want you out there in ten minutes!" Naruto screams through the door. I nod to myself forgetting Naruto couldn't see me. When I remember his chakra doesn't include x-ray vision, I call out a soft reply.
"Hello?" Naruto shouts, sounding even more annoy. I assume he didn't hear me, quickly I crack the door. He still stands in all his half naked glory. The glare on his face, setting in an almost permanent spot. I quickly blurt out a jumble apology and nod my head.
I slam the door, before finally actually stepping into the bath. In the shower I take back control of my breath. Once I finish, I try my best to yank a brush through my hair. I rush out the shower, half brushing and half yanking, rushing to get my sandals. As I pull the barely brush hair into a ponytail I twist to sit on the couch. I pull the sandals on my feet, and only then do I remember Naruto was just in here. I frown, did he leave so fast? 'Wait when has the couch been so warm?' I think in dismay, stiffening as my suspicions are confirm when I feel a slight shift.
I look up and see icy cold blue eyes staring at me, no emotion in them. I yelp when he stood up abruptly, throwing me to the ground during it. My chin hits the table with a knock, making my teeth click together. I hear a chuckle above me. My head snaps up, tears brimming in my eyes from the sharp pain to my chin. Naruto gazes at me, as if I were a broken toy. I push myself up, standing up, holding my chin. I turn to try and get a glimpse at my wound. I see a tinge of red, causing a sigh to escape me. I try to walk away to get it clean up, but my wrist is caught by Naruto.
"Where do you think you're going?" He asks, head tilting. A dangerous gleam shines in his eyes. I frown, knowing this can only mean bad issues for me.
"I'm going to clean my face up," I gesture to my now dripping chin. He looks at my chin, examining the damage on me. His grip tightens before he leads me to the bathroom. His hands press on my shoulders before shoving me to sit. I watch as he gathers gauze and a cleaning ointment. I flinch when he is back in my face. He rolls his eyes, as if exasperate by my timidness. Naruto's hands seem to do the opposite of their normal damage. They are gentle as he wipes the trickling blood away, before applying the ointment. He places a bandage on. I glance at his face, briefly making eye contact.
The tenderness I is only a flash, before I see the normal numbness. He grabs my hand, yanking me out the bathroom in a swift motion. I stumble up the stairs, trying to think of the rare sight I just saw. Naruto is being odd, it's like I'm seeing moments of weakness. After making it up the stairs and into the training room he threw me to a wall. I flail, barely putting my hands out to break the impact.
"I expected much more from the Hyuga heiress," Naruto mocks, eyebrow raising up. I look at him, eyes scanning him, before I look down at the ground.
"I have lost that title for a reason," I mutter, gazing at the hardwood floor. I try to pull myself out of the self-pity, hearing the constant cold phrases. Naruto barely gives a second thought before he sends a powerful kick towards my side. I turn quickly, throwing my arms up to block the kick, only to cause me to skid and press my back to the wall.
"First lesson never ignore your opponent," He chirps, in an authority voice. I look at him, feeling the bruise already forming on my arms. Naruto smirks at me before walking towards me. He raises his fist, before swinging it at me. I quickly slide to the right on the wall, eyes wide. Once again, he's faster than I anticipate. He sweeps my feet out from under me. I hit the ground with an empty thud. I groan, softly before glancing up just in time to see the fist. The pain erupts in my nose, making me cry out in pain. The tears jump into my eyes. Naruto grabs my arm, tight and harsh.
"Get up," Naruto growls, low and guttural. I shake my head, staying still, beginning to curl up. I raise off the ground, before I soar through the air and crash into the wall. A gasp escapes me as the pain erupts. I whimper, slipping down the wall, staring up at the ceiling.
"Get up!" He shouts, gritting his teeth. I still don't move, beginning to try to disassociate. He looks torn, curling his lip, eyes ablaze. I pull my knees to my chest, it's just so much to deal with. This treatment is so familiar yet so new.
"Pathetic!" Naruto snaps, eyes looking terribly stormy. I can't pull my eyes to look at the ground. I continue to stare at the ceiling or attempt to as he towers over me. He snaps his teeth, the sound of them squeaking telling me he is clenching them. He storms out in a fury, only then do I let the tears to fall. I silently relish in the silence and privacy the empty room gives. I know my time is waning, his anger never leaves me alone for long. I need to escape, quickly making me raise up, ignoring the sharp pains. I limp to the door, peeking out before I try to find the front door. I touch the door, hesitantly. I frown, knowing if I do get away, I really have nowhere to go. I look at the door, thinking. I could run away, find a cottage and live my days there, I think. I snort, sure for a bear to take me out. My options aren't great, but I choose the tamer option. I let the door go and limp my way to the basement.
When I manage to get down the stairs, I sense him immediately. Naruto looks at me, showing he might have known the struggle I just had upstairs.
"Sit down," He commands, I debate whether to sit down or make a run for the bathroom. Not wanting to be in more pain I sit down. He stares at me probably analyzing me. I stare back at him, realizing with a morbid distaste that he's a spitting version of my father. He has no faith in me, critiquing every aspect of my life. I gaze at the ground, feeling the small spark of determination in my chest.
"You are slow, weak and useless," Naruto begins his spew of hate. I look off in space ready to block out any other remarks. I hear the couch squeak when Naruto stands up, he walks to me and slams his hands on either side of me. I jump in fear before looking at the blazing eyes.
"Are you listening to me?" I blankly stare at him before nodding. He doesn't lean back though he leans forward. The smell of pinewood and a hint of strawberries assault my nose.
"This is only the beginning you better shape up 'cause I'm not stopping" Naruto hisses. I shiver at his closeness, which he takes as desire. The disgust on his face makes something in me break worse than before. I've never experience this hurt before. It claws up my stomach and squeezes at my heart.
"I don't want a weak bitch as my mate," Naruto snarls, showing his undeniably sharp teeth. I knew it shouldn't hurt because I knew this. This isn't a fairy tale. I am in front of my bully, who has no regard for me. A bitch that needs to be beat, although he rarely calls me it this time is dip in acid. I suddenly feel like I can't breathe, I surge forward understanding that I am finally at my limit. I ignore the scream of pain, between my chest tightening and the pain of the beating.
"I am well aware Naruto," I choke out through the burning pain, limping quickly to the bathroom. "I'm the eye freak, a b-bitch…right? So why…why would I even dream of something so….so…so disgusting?" I whisper, staring at the ground, slipping into the dark of the bathroom. I hear a low warning growl, but I've met capacity. I have no safe place in his home. I take solace in the dark, closing the door. I lose my ability to stand almost immediately. I suck in harsh, labored breaths. I can't see the black dots, but I know it's coming. I hyperventilate myself to a fitful sleep.