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Updated the ending of this chapter bit. I felt like it was missing something. Enjoy!
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Exhaustion took hold of Sasuke as he fell to his knees, sweat trickling down his face as he panted; his fists clenching the dirt beneath him with fierce impatience. Six years, it's been six years since he came to this desolate lair in search for power; he had been promised unbelievable strength by Orochimaru, and although he had gotten stronger, stronger than he would have been had he stayed home, it was not enough. He didn't give up everything to remain pitiful before Orochimaru - if he could not take him down, how could he possibly enact his revenge.
Fighting past his fatigue, Sasuke engaged his master in hand to hand combat who seemed to be fascinated by his pupil's burst of energy, smirking, as he did his best to not let show that he, too, was drained down to his reserves. Sasuke sent his fists towards his opponent, releasing the last of his chakra to activate his sharingan, unfortunately for him Orochimaru deflected each of his blows, but being gifted in taijustu was certainly an advantage to the young Uchiha. Each intense strike Orochimaru blocked sent him stepping back, hinting of his struggle to regain his balance against Sasuke's relentless barrage. This went not unnoticed to his sharingan. Gathering everything he had into his final kick, he unleashed his final blow towards Orochimaru who was in midst of his recovering his footing. However, the fatigue finally took hold of his muscles and drastically slowed down his kick, allowing Orochimaru to grapple his approaching leg and fling him across the room marking the end of their training session.
"You nearly had me there, Sasuke-kun," the smugness smeared across Orochimaru's face as he looked down at Sasuke's lying form, once again panting, gasping for breathe. He reached his hand down towards Sasuke, but he swatted it away and staggered to his feet. "I hope I'm leaving you satisfied."
"Don't patronize me, Orochimaru. You know full well why I sought you out all those years ago," Sasuke growled through his teeth, frustrated at yet another defeat by his master. "What was so important that you forgot your obligation?"
"Well, Sasuke-kun, despite what you think, strength and power isn't the only thing worth seeking." A grin spread across his face as a reminder of what - who- was waiting for him crossed his thoughts. "In fact, I found myself a woman."
"Tch... Surely you jest. How could you possible waste your time on frivolous things like women." Sasuke retorted, rolling his eyes as he remembered the hoard of girls that obsessed over him during his academy days.
"She is no ordinary woman, far from it. This woman comes from the great Hyuga clan, an heiress," Sasuke's interest peaked. Years have past since he had any connection with anything regarding his former village, and, yet, here in this lair is a descendent from that very same village. Occasionally, Sasuke wonders just how much everything must have changed after all these years, and how everyone he's known has grown up to be. Orochimaru has brought something from home here, albeit unwillingly, as he knew better. "Lady Hinata Hyuga."
Suddenly, Sasuke's thoughts turned tumultuous. Out of all the people who could have been captured and taken prisoner by his master, it had to be the quietest, meekest girl he had ever known. Pity stirred within him, as guilt flowed through him as if he were responsible for her fate. Despite his departure, deep inside Sasuke still thought of his classmates and village fondly - they were a deterrent to his mission - but they meant well.
"Hinata Hyuga, yes, I remember her," A plan was formulating in his mind; he had to find a way to get Hinata out of Orochimaru's corrupt grasp. Freedom is an impossibility at this juncture, but perhaps there was a way to ensure she doesn't have to suffer what Orochimaru has arranged with the women he takes in. An idea came through, "To be frank, she was the only girl I fancied back then."
"Why, Sasuke-kun, I can't see you partaking in something so frivolous," Orochimaru teased, clearly feeling suspicious of Sasuke's authenticity.
"You're right. It is frivolous, but given the circumstance, it's fate."
"Fate? Do tell."
"It's fate that the only woman I've ever fancied is brought to this place. What are the chances of that happening?" Sasuke continued his fabrication. "Yes, I still believe such a thing to be frivolous, but I also believe fate wants me to have her."
At this, the once previous white face of Orochimaru now burned red with fury as he processed what Sasuke was aiming for: possession of his concubine. Fury of the audacity struck him for it was he who scoured the lands for such a beauty, he who battled to get this woman here, he who longed for her. He gritted his teeth, "And what if I disagree?"
Sasuke gave him a look that Orochimaru knew all too well. Sasuke was a volatile boy who constantly threatened to leave knowing full well how much Orochimaru desires full possession of the boy's body. Attempts to keep Sasuke prisoner were scratched since he would refuse training, thus no longer obtaining the power needed once Orochimaru is ready to take over. And the time to take over is rapidly nearing.
Orochimaru turned around to walk away, not before Sasuke caught glimpse of his eyes simmering with rage. Heartbeats skipped, breathes were held as Sasuke maintained his composure, awaiting Orochimaru's reply. Will he call his bluff?
Orochimaru ultimately unclenched his jaw, "Very well, Sasuke-kun. She's yours."
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Perseverance took over Hinata's body once she regained control; its abundantly clear what Orochimaru's intentions are, but she will not be complicit. The room lacked anything useful to use as a weapon, however, the bed was on top of a frame comprised of four wooden bed posts that looked worn and scarred. Hinata inspected the wood in search of any visible cracks or splits she could use to snap off a piece for a makeshift club. There were plenty. She didn't notice before, but tied to each post was a rope long enough to reach someone's appendages when lying on the bed. Stifling her whimpers, she continued her inspection.
There were cracks!
Without the use of her chakra, and with how weary she's been since she woke up, breaking off a piece of the post would prove difficult. Once again, her resolve came back. She placed all her weight on the top of the post, hoping with all her might that the cracks weaken it's stability, when suddenly she heard a snap. A smile appeared on her face for the first time, brightening up her tear stained face. At last, she was ready to take a stand and fight her way out.
Footsteps were soon heard approaching the room, and she quickly got into position, getting ready to bash whoever entered the room. This was her moment as she stood by the door with her makeshift club raised; she will not let this man touch her again. All her senses sprang into action: the footsteps echoing down the hall came to a stop in front of the door, the jangle of the keys jingled through the quiet as the lock was undone, the creak of the door resonated as it squeaked open, illuminating the room with the hallway's ambient light.
At first sight of the man entering the room, Hinata swung with all her might towards his head, but in a instant all oxygen vanished from her lungs as she was thrusted against the wall, hands pinned above her as her wooden weapon fell to the floor along with what felt like her last chance of escape falling too. Her resolve, her perseverance vanished as tears once again welled up her eyes as she averted her gaze.
"Long time no see, Hinata." Bright white eyes met dark onyx eyes as she slowly lifted her gaze up to find them. Taking the sight of her in, Sasuke lost the smile he had on his face. He was hoping it would lighten the tension a little, but evidently he was wrong. In front of him stood a battered woman who was scared for her life. No smile would lighten that up! Releasing his grip of her, he stepped back about to say something when Orochimaru appeared much to Sasuke's surprise and annoyance for it left him with no time to explain his plan to the frightened woman.
"Lady Hinata, it brings me such sorrow to tell you that I will no longer have the company of such a beauty as yourself." She wasn't naïve enough to believe that her ordeal was finally over, but her heart ached and wished it was. "Our beloved Sasuke-kun wants to have you all to himself, it seems."
Sasuke was looking in her direction, but Hinata could tell he was avoiding eye contact with her. Before Hinata could say anything, Orochimaru flashed before her instantly until he was centimeters away. Sasuke finally spoke, "Orochimaru, I thought we had an agreement."
"Sasuke-kun, I've been doubting your desires for Lady Hinata. I don't think I'm willing to part with her unless you show me a demonstration of your attraction. If you can't-"
"Fine." Sasuke shoved Orochimaru aside, causing the older man to slightly lose his footing. Sasuke wished he could tell Hinata what his true intentions were, but there was no time for that. He slowly stepped in front of her, watching her body tense as she tried to back away from him only to hit the wall. He gently lifted her chin so that her eyes met his, longing to convey to her his feelings, his thoughts, his objectives, but none of that got relayed. Impassionate eyes met her fearful ones. Sighing to himself, he leaned down and softly pressed his warm lips to her quivering ones.
Never would he have imagined himself in this situation, the absurdity alone was enough to send him into a spiral of conflicted emotions and self-doubt. Nevertheless, the sense of nobility had led him here. Here. In a kiss. With her. All the while, uncertainty flared all around Hinata. A warm rosy hue seeped to her marked cheeks; being any degree of intimate with any former classmate, much less Sasuke Uchiha, was a ridiculous concept to her. That simple thought was rapidly replace with apprehension, knowing, at the same time not knowing, what lay ahead for her.
Through her futile protest he continued the kiss, knowing fully well that his discerning master would find any reason to discredit him. His hand made its way to the small of her back, drawing her smaller form against his masculine one as she let a gasp from their intimate contact. Sasuke begrudgingly used that window to glide his tongue inside, sensually feeling around in an effort to amplify his deceptive sincerity. He finally pulled away; the taste of salt striking his senses. And with an crafty smirk, he turned away from a downcast Hinata to meet a bitter Orochimaru. "Are you satisfied?"