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egyptsblackrose · 3 years ago

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Dancing with Strangers

This is by far the longest chapter, hopefully I’ve tied all the loose ends and come to a decent conclusion. Stay tuned fro more fics.

Part 1 - https://egyptsblackrose.tumblr.com/post/648370506842701824/a-rose-by-any-other-name

Part 5 -https://egyptsblackrose.tumblr.com/post/654891313044635648/dancing-with-strangers-there-will-be-one-more-part

Part 6- The end, enjoy!

It had been eight months since your first meeting with Gojo Satoru and Kakashi Hatake. This had been the longest relationship either men had ever had, both as a three or on their own. It was also painfully clear how absolutely in love both men were with you, and you with them. The change in the three of you was as clear as day, never had anyone seen each of you so happy - is what you constantly heard from everyone you knew, and when you ran into a friend or relative of theirs… with a few exceptions.

The truth had come out about a month in that Gojo was the one with all the money. A ‘representative of his household’ had come to the apartment to visit and go over ‘matters concerning the family’. Satoru had been so laid back through the whole thing, smirking mockingly at the clearly uncomfortable (stuck up) old butler. He’d grabbed your waist as you were walking towards the door to leave, pulling you down and into his lap. It became clear that he wanted to mess with the man opposite him, even Kakashi seemed in on it because he kissed you sweetly as he walked passed.

Gojo wasn’t able to hide his bitterness when the man finally left though, burying his head into your neck and hugging you tightly. His father had been a politician and his mother a CEO of a successful company, he still had connections because of them and shares that were doing incredibly well. Not to mention their life insurance had been enough to set anyone for life.

“It’s not like I was close to them to begin with.” He’d muttered in a bored manner when you’d teared up at the mention of a Satoru toddler being left alone, surrounded by people who wanted to use him for money, power and influence. The butler was a man hired by his fathers old political party and the other share holders at his mothers company. They apparently weren’t best pleased with him settling for being a small time policeman, had hoped to mould him into their puppet to keep both their money making schemes going.

To cheer the three of you up, Gojo had taken the three of you on a spontaneous trip to an Onsen that one of his friends owns, up in the middle of no where. The beautiful, traditional building with modern interior was nestled on the side of a frigging mountain that could only be reached through a thick, ancient forest.

You were the only three guests, and the workers were even excused for the evening, so it felt like you were the only three in the world with the next person been miles away. Which you were insanely grateful for. Because Kakashi and Gojo had made it a completion between them on who could make you scream the loudest.

Three months later, Kakashi had appeared out of no where behind you while you were cooking dinner, wrapping his arms round you gently and kissing your neck soothingly. “Would you join me for a day out tomorrow?”

“Of course I will,” You giggled, shivering as his lips ghosted over the marks on your neck and shoulders, drawing invisible lines like he was drawing constellations. “Where are we going?”

Hatake was silent for a moment before he squeezed you tighter. “I’m going to introduce you to my father.”

To say you were nervous was an understatement, you had agonised over the right outfit for hours the night before, asking both Miku and Sakura for their help. You should have known better, they had spent the majority of the time gushing over your boyfriends and how serious it was getting between you. After all, no one had ever heard of the two most wanted bachelors introducing their conquests to their family and friends, or even going on trips with their lovers, let alone keeping their interest this long.

Finally settling on one of your favourite outfits; something simple, comfortable and trendy, you kept your make-up light and as natural as possible and called yourself ready. Meeting at their apartment, you were surprised to see Kakashi in his policeman formal uniform. God the man looked dashing. Wearing white gloves, black dress shoes, a smart navy suit, light blue tie, hat tucked under his arm and a smirk on his handsome face.

“Enjoying the view baby?” He teased.

You nodded dumbly, bitting your lip to try hide your smirk. “Just when I thought you couldn’t get any more handsome, you have to go devastate my heart like that.”

“Maybe me and Sato should wear these tonight then.” The suggestion had your thighs clenching, suddenly it was hard to swallow. Hatake chuckled lazily having seen your reaction. “Later baby girl, for now, we have somewhere to go.”

The cemetery was the LAST place you were expecting this day to take you. Kakashi stopped at his fathers tome stone and saluted. It was at least two decades since his fathers death. Kakashi Sakumo, Hatake’s father, had been a respected police detective, and his whole inspirational drive to become a policeman. When Hatake was young, his father had led a team in a drug bust against some of the biggest names in the Yakuza, but had chosen to save his men’s lives rather than capture the villains when things had gone wrong.

The ‘failure’ was a black mark against his name, and soon his was shunned by the media, his fellow detectives and the whole police force. The abuse became so bad, that he took his own life. From then on, Hatake had lived and grown up with Gojo who he was already inseparable with.

“For the longest time…I blamed him too.” Kakashi admitted quietly, holding onto your hand like a life line. “He had a duty to take those dangerous men off the streets, to make the city a safer place for the public, for kids who were in danger of either being hooked onto drugs or joining gangs. Instead he chose to save the lives of his team.” You were silent, what could you possibly say to ease his pain? “But now…” Hatake raised his head with a proud smile. “My views have changed. He didn’t want to chase glory, he just wanted to do the right thing and save lives. In that moment, they needed him, he saw that and did his best. He was willing to die for his men, he didn’t want to see all those family’s mourning for lives he could have spared. I can only hope that one day, I will be as brave as him.”

You are not ashamed to say you cried, standing there looking at the grave of the man who had made Hatake into the man he was. Into the man you loved. You bowed deeply and gave your thanks, promising out loud to take care of his son for as long as you were allowed. Kakashi’s own eyes watered at this as he pulled you close. You don’t know how long you stood there holding each other for, but it didn’t feel like long enough. Part of you thought it would never be enough when it came to the two amazing men who looked at you like you were their whole world.

After the visit, Kakashi had taken you to the old, more traditional part of town so you could go to his favourite restaurant. The two of you were the first to arrive and the last to leave, laughing so much to the point where you were both in tears. It was so light and care free, and you could see the weight just lift off of Hatake’s shoulders.

And when you both finally made it back to their apartment, Gojo was sat on the sofa waiting. Smirking. Also in uniform. That night, not one of you slept.

With your hands locked together in cuffs and blindfold around your eyes, you shook like a leaf in the wind as Kakashi took you from behind, Gojo at your front. If it had been anyone else trying to blindfold you and tie you up, you would have absolutely said no. As it was, Kakashi loved seeing you so vulnerable. So much so that he had stretched your arse as he’d enthusiastically eaten you out, and was now taking advantage of his VERY thorough prep work. He held a vibrator to your clit as he fucked your arse, Gojo keeping your mouth open and busy as he kissed you hungrily so they could hear your moans, squeezing and playing with your tits as he took your front just as roughly.

Not only did you squirt first time, your pretty sure you blacked out for a second. Not that the boys were deterred, they knew you’d tell them if it became too much. Besides, the sounds you were making; the moans, the wet squelching from how wet you were, it was the best yet. You couldn’t walk the next day though and had to ask Miku to record your lecture.

By the fifth month, Gojo and Kakashi had broached the idea of you moving in with them. It was a casual comment made in light conversation one Sunday morning, when they FIRST brought it up. Then it was Kakashi suggesting you keep more of your things with them, mostly because you would ask them to take you back to your apartment with the girls so you could get ready for the day, meaning you would leave earlier than they would like. Eventually Gojo decided they were being too subtle and would cling to you in the mornings, begging you to not leave and to stay with them.

“You guys remember that I’m living with two roommates already right? I can’t just up and leave them like that, they won’t be able to afford rent!”

“But beautifu~l! We want you here with us!”

“What our idiot means to say baby-”

“Hey!”

“Is that, you already spend so much time here, and we love having you with us. Our apartment is even closer to your Uni building! It makes sense surely, for you to move in with us. Or for us even to find a place together-”

“Wow, ok slow down there!” You butt in quickly, cheeks turning pink. Finally the boys had had enough of dancing around the subject and had sat you down to talk about it properly. Talking about moving into their lush apartment was one thing, but talking about a place together, was something else entirely!

Gojo pouted at you in annoyance. “What, you don’t want to live with us?”

“I’m not saying that!” You defended instantly, frowning at him. “I’m saying it’s a BIG step, and I get that you guys feel ready for it, but I don’t ok? For one, five months isn’t that much time dating someone, second, I don’t even have a job yet! And don’t tell me money isn’t an issue and I don’t have to pay rent cause God help me Satoru, I will get up and leave right now.” You threatened.

“Ok you two, lets take a deep breath and talk about this calmly ok?” Hatake soothed, squeezing both your hands. “Baby, if you don’t feel ready then that’s fine, we will not force you. But please know that when you ARE ready, we WANT you here. Ok?” Nodding in understanding, you started to relax. Gojo huffed and crossed his arms, but nodded in agreement. “And about you looking for a job and paying rent. We are not trying to baby you or the like, we just want to take care of you. We know you can take care of yourself but that wont stop us from WANTING to take care of you because you are YOURS. Understand? We love and cherish you, and if we can help you, we want to. If it was us in a difficult situation and you could help us, you would, wouldn’t you?”

“Of course, in a heartbeat.” You muttered with a slight pout.

Kakashi beamed. “It’s the same in our eyes.” And that had been the end of that…for the time being that is.

Just short of the six month mark, you had agreed to go out again with the girls for a night out. Kakashi and Gojo had encouraged you to go, promising that when they were done with their shift, they would come pick you up. They had even bought you a gift voucher for your birthday to buy a new outfit. You had been sure to send the boys a flattering pic of yourself all dolled up before you had left for the night, receiving such thirsty replies that no one would guess that you had spent the night before with them.

The night had been going perfectly, once again you were the most sober of the group, which you were now used to. You had a nice buzz going, there had already been so many laughs and the girls were excitedly giggling about the stories you shared on your boyfriends. (Of course the intimate, personal things you kept to yourself.) You had been to a few bars and your group agreed to end the night at the club you had met your boys in, ‘The Ninja Shrine’. Texting the two policemen still on shift, you let them know that you and your friends had arrived safely, were going to order your drinks and you would be eagerly waiting for them for a dance.

Gojo replied with multiple winky, smirky, and red with sweat drop faces. Kakashi was the only one to give you a verbal reply, promising to be there as soon as they could, and ‘ordering’ you to behave until they arrived. It made you smile, biting your lip. ‘No promises’ was your reply with a winky face, locking your phone and ignoring the bings that followed, knowing that would rile them up more than a reply.

Despite the clear teasing, you stayed against the bar, talking and laughing with your friends as you sipped at your drink. The girls did try convince you to dance with them at one point, but you were waiting a certain pair to join you. After all, dancing with the girls was fun, but it was even better when you had certain pairs of eyes on your body.

“Oh shit,” Miku cursed, suddenly grabbing your arm and turning you away from the door.

“What the hell-?”

“Don’t turn around!” Miku earned, holding onto your shoulders. “One of your boys’s old flings is here, and trust me you don’t want anything to do with her.” Looking subtly out of the corner of your eyes, you saw a pretty strawberry blonde with soft brown eyes and a confident smirk. You could clearly see her figure through her flashy outfit, her expensive designer shoes and handbag on show like she was on the Paris run way. “She was with them for four months, her names Claire Aoki, and she’s a psycho if you ask me.” Miku continued carefully.

Before you could react, the door opened once more and in came your two boyfriends, looking like sex on legs. Gojo wore a flashy designer get up with black jeans and dress shoes, a blue shirt and a leather jacket that you knew for a fact cost more than your joint rent with the girls. Kakashi was also in black dress shoes, black dress pants, a dark grey shirt and a lighter grey silk vest. Their eyes landed on you immediately and began smiling. You smiled back, beaming when they started heading your way.

They hadn’t made it two steps before they were stopped by Claire, her red manicured-nailed hands resting on their chests as she leaned in towards them, pressing her chest into their arms. Kakashi looked panicked, eyes widening as his eyes darted up towards you, then down to her and back. Gojo’s smile shrunk, it was still there, but it looked much more forced now as his blue eyes narrowed at the other woman.

Curious, and not worried at all, you leaned back against the bar. You turned to make yourself look as relaxed as possible, replicating the same look you had the night they had pulled you away from your friends to charm the pants off of you. Your head tilted and your smile grew as their eyes kept on drifting to you. Whatever Claire was saying clearly wasn’t keeping their attention.

Your smile turned to a smirk as Beast by Mia Martina started playing, slowly pushing off the bar as you headed to the dance floor, your friends following. Closing your eyes, you let the music take you away, body rolls moving slow, deliberate. You caught their eyes by dancing for yourself, but now you knew their weaknesses, the parts of you that they loved to tease and squeeze, you knew their bodies like you knew your own. And you fully intended to use that to your advantage.

“Keep your eyes on me,” You sang, looking both men dead in the eyes, smirking as their gazes struggled to meet yours, roaming your form hungrily like they hadn’t seen you in months. “Come here right now,” You continued, your hands reaching out to them, beckoning them to you. “Cause when the sun goes down the beast comes out,” Dropping to the floor, you straightened your legs so you were bent in half, slowly coming up and curving your back as you flipped your hair back gracefully.

“Take you down, down can you keep it up all night,” Smirking, you spun slowly as you exaggerated your hip swaying, making sure they got an eye full of your behind. “You all over my skin, I’m anxious, paint my body boy’s I’ll be your canvas.” Your head snapped back, showcasing all their bruises that they left from the night before.

Next thing you knew, two sets of hands were gripping you tight, one set on your hips and another on your upper thighs. “Da~nm Beautiful!” Gojo growled lowly into your ear, your grin stretching as you giggled, Kakashi ducking his head to bite your neck. “First you ignore us, then you go and put on a show like that for anyone to see. What are you trying to do, hu? You just want us to bend you over our knees don’t you?”

“Maybe I do,” You teased. “Or maybe I’m trying to prove a point to someone who was getting too handsy with what wasn’t theirs.”

“Oh? Someone was getting jealous? As sexy as you are ‘staking your claim’, doesn’t change the fact that your going to get your punishment when we get home, beautifu~l!” Satoru teased, his hand dragging up your body till his hand was at your neck, then he squeezed.

Kakashi let out a ragged breath at your moan. “I think we should get out of here.” Pressing himself harder into you, you could feel his impatience clearly through his pants.

You dared to look around you, eyes meeting with soft brown eyes glaring daggers at you with so much hatred. You would have been scared six months ago, you would have shrunk and shied away. But how could you now when Gojo and Kakashi were stood with you, hands all over you, demanding your love and attention, making you feel so treasured and powerful.

“Kiss me first.” You demanded. Satoru didn’t even hesitate for a second, pulling you into a searing kiss full of passion and desire. You faintly heard Miku and your friends cat call and wolf whistle somewhere near the bar, causing Gojo to pull away and chuckle. The opening was all Kakashi needed. His kiss was equally breathtaking, his movements slower and more controlled, but clearly as desperate to lay claim.

When Hatake pulled away, Gojo effortlessly picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, smacking your arse when you struggled. So you smacked his right back. Again, you couldn’t walk the next day.

By the end of the eight first months, you had finally landed a job interview and was offered the job on the spot, starting small but promised promotions if your work was up to standard. Around the same time your lease on the shared apartment with your friends was up, and you had finally given into your boyfriends hints and agreed to look for a place you could all afford together. What’s more, your graduation was less than a month away. Things were finally falling into place.

You had yet to broach the subject of your relationship status with your parents, though you were pretty sure they had figured out that you were at least dating someone by this point. Admitting that you hadn’t mentioned anything to your parents, you were nervous how the boys would react. But they had simply shrugged, nodded in understanding and reminding you that if you needed their help they were here for you.

Most importantly, you had a job you were doing well in, you were moving into a beautiful home, your friends were happy and doing well in their own fields, and you had two men who loved you unconditionally. You were sure everything was going to work out just right. And with Gojo and Satoru by your side, you could over come anything.

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kimmibers · 8 years ago

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SasuHina- His Beauty and Her Beast - Chapter 5

Sasuke sat at the bar aiming to drink away his emotions; at least that had been the plan, instead he had failed to take a single swig of the golden liquid and found himself coming face to face with one conclusion about himself: he was an utter arse. Known fact! Everyone knew it! Now, problem was that fact had never particularly bothered him before; until now that is. Actually until that damn Hyuga had come to live in his house he could be stubborn and say what ever he wanted without a care in the world, now all he could see was her hurt face! Hear her say his name in that hurt tone that only she can do. She made him feel emotions he hadn't felt since Naruto had had to beat them in to him! He laughed at the thought that Sakura should of made Hinata promise to bring him back, all those years Naruto had tried to bring him back to the village, all the years they'd fought each other. They had beat each other black and blue, nearly died in the process just so Naruto could knock some sense into him and make him feel emotions; emotions Hinata could make him feel just by saying his name a certain way!! Regret, guilt, hurt!

She'd created a whole room based around him, knew what he would like down to a T and what had he done? He'd emotionally shut down cos he realised the room didn't remind him of his mummy anymore, he sneered at himself. He was joke, avenger? my arse!

But he didn't want to be known as 'The Avenger' anymore, he wanted the people of Konoha to see there was more to him than that. Than his past. He wanted Hinata to see there was more to him than walls of anger and a past that was very hard to leave in the past! He couldn't understand why he felt the need to show her in particular. Ever since the day he'd saw her run to her younger sister Hanabi, the day she'd reminded him what is was like to have a sibling to love, the day she reminded him of Itachi. He knew for certain it wasn't love he felt for Hinata, maybe admiration? Jealousy sometimes, she had what he wanted; a sibling to lean on and unconditional love.

Sasuke frowned at his thoughts and walked away from the bar without having a drink. He had to make things up to Hinata if they were to remain friends. Yes they were friends, in fact he'd actually say he was closer to her than even Sakura. He respected Hinata more that was for sure, her mere presence alone didn't bug him, she didn't tip toe around him like some people, she wasn't afraid of him, tolerated his mood swings and he'd even bet the whole Uchiha mansion that if he ever was to voice his concerns to her she would never tell a soul. He realised he'd have to show her his appreciation somehow for all her hard work, however he was nervous he'd never really shown his emotions to anyone before...well positive emotions anyway.

He looked up from his determined stride and realised he'd been so lost in his thoughts he'd already made it back to the mansion. He could see in to the kitchen window from the path and saw Hinata in there. Slowing his walk he watched her for a little while busying herself, every now and then she would brush her cheeks with the back of her hands and it dawned on him she was crying.

“God dammit Sasuke.” He muttered to himself as he walked up the path. “sort it out.”

“Hyuga!” He shouted as the slammed the front door shut with his foot. He beckoned her over to him as he walked in to the newly decorated sitting room and stood in front of the fire place. Hinata hesitantly stood in front of him, where he'd insisted she stand, and played with her thumbs.

“Hyuga,” Sasuke made her look from the wooden floor to meet his eye, “I'm only going to say this once so don't interrupt me like you usually do-”

“I don't usually..” Hinata brought her hand to mouth realising she done exactly what he's just asked her not to.

“Hinata,” Sasuke whispered her name, “I'm sorry.” He signed, “I'm sorry I walked out before.”

“I-”

“Shh not finished,” Sasuke smirked and using his thumb and index finger pinched Hinata's lips together. “ I....Thank you....For all this.” Sasuke felt the words jumble in his mouth, the words he formed in his mind were eloquent and articular but somehow they got lost on the way from his brain to his mouth. “I er like the room, all the...what did you call them?” Sasuke moved his fingers away from her lips to let her speak.

“Finishing touches?” Hinata offered.

“Yes, finishing touches.” Sasuke smirked looking around the room. “My dad's chair looks great.” He offered uncomfortably. He was terrible at this!!

“W-Why did you leave Sasuke?” Hinata asked shyly, not looking him in the eye.

“I...” He trailed off, he was going to tell her 'it was nothing, then he remembered he considered her a friend and wasn't part of friendship confiding in them? Making his decision he guided Hinata to sit next to him on the new couch. “What I'm about to tell you does not leave this room understood?” He waited for Hinata's confirmation and continued, “I got...spooked. This room, this whole house has so many memories. Most of which I've tried my hardest to forget...and yet I looked around the room and realised it wasn't from my memories. Some of my happy childhood memories are from this room -”

“We can change it back.” Hinata interrupted him suddenly, “I'm sorry. I feel like I've rushed you into changing -”

“I like the room.” Sasuke told her. “I don't want you to change it back. I think this is good for me, these changes. A new start, a fresh start.” Sasuke tried to control the slight smile forming on his face at the thought, “I have happy memories in this room and a lot of painful ones too, but changing it doesn't make those memories go away.” Sasuke looked down at his lap then, suddenly becoming wary with his words. He felt very strange and yet entirely normal all at once telling Hinata his thoughts. He'd never really had a confidant; every plan, scheme, every bit of information he could get he kept to himself, unless the information needed to be told to another to get them to comply with his original plan. Basically unless if telling someone something didn't effect him the y way he wanted and when he wanted that information was his and remained his alone. He'd never really trusted another person fully enough to be able to confess any secret to. Trust was not something that came easy to Sasuke, trust was a luxury he couldn't afford after leaving the village. But now? Perhaps it was time to trust another?

“I think you're very brave.” Hinata's words came out shy and more whispered than she'd intended. “I-I can't even l-look at the door to Neji-Nee-San's room,” She confessed her words broken with her trying to hold back the emotions building within her,“W-When I have to leave my room, back at the compound, I jump out my bedroom window and go through the gardens just to get to the other side of the house. If my destination means I have to pass...h-his d-door...” Hinata sighed heavily and closed her eyes trying to control the tears threatening to spill over. The pair remained quite while both lost in their own thought's, at least until they heard the sound of a window smashing from a different room.

Sasuke and Hinata immediately sprung up, both their instincts on high alert. Hinata had already activated her Byakugan by the time she was standing. Sasuke looked to her for guidance she was the one who could see through walls after all. Was it a bird? An enemy? What were they after? Who? Was it an attack for revenge? Why couldn't he sense their chakra? So many questions were swirling in his mind and yet both Hinata and himself remind as still and as silent as possible. They didn't want to give away their position.

Waiting for Hinata's instructions felt like an eternity, but in retrospect wasn't even half a second.

“I-I don't understand? She's running away?”

“Hn. Coward.” Sasuke muttered folding his arms. A fight might have been good for him, but he'd promised Kakashi if any trouble were to happen Sasuke would let him deal with it. “Probably some dumb arse kid on a dare.” He huffed in annoyance and went to go inspect the damage.

“Wait Sasuke. Something seems off.” Hinata grabbed a hold of Sasuke's shirt sleeve.

“Dumb arse kids.” Sasuke grumbled to himself ignoring Hinata's warning. He drew closer to the brick that lay on the floor with broken glass all around it.

“Sasuke wait!” Hinata shouted, but her warning came too late.

BANG!!!

Sasuke felt himself go flying back in the air until he hit something hard; the wall he could only guess. Having hit the wall so hard Sasuke felt his breath leave all too quickly. He was winded leaving him gasping and wheezing for air desperately. His lungs cried out for oxygen so much Sasuke fell to floor he could feel himself about to pass out any second. For a few beats of his heart he could hear nothing, see nothing, he could only feel the debit under his hands. Finally Sasuke took a wheezy breath and felt the blessed relief of his lungs filling once more, not only that but he could taste dust and even rubble on his tongue.

What the hell happened? Could this really be a dare? Or was something more sinister at work? Question after question flooded his mind, none however could move him but one; where is Hinata?

“Hinata?” Sasuke whispered to himself. He slowly pushed himself off the floor and stood unsteadily. Suddenly, like someone had pressed a switch in his mind Sasuke was able to hear even if it was only ringing. His vision too was returning, all be it a little blurry. He could smell the distinct scent of explosives in the air. After blinking a couple times Sasuke felt his eyes water from the dust, finally being able to look around he could see glass and rubble blown from one side of the room, where the brick that bitch had thrown through his window had been. Not only that, but where the window had one been, was now a large hole in the side of the building. Looking at the markings on the floor where the brick had once been to the destruction around him Sasuke could only draw one conclusion; a bomb.

“Hinata?!” He called out looking all around him in a circle, but he saw no movement, nothing to suggest Hinata could hear him. “Hinata!!” He shouted more desperately activating his sharingan at the same time. He might not be able to sense the enemies chakra but he knew Hinata's chakra signature.

There she was!! Sasuke frowned as Hinata wasn't even in the room, she was unconscious and being carried on someone's shoulder's by the looks of it. He had no idea who this idiot was but they'd just made themselves his enemy. They were playing a very dangerous game.

Sasuke stumbled through the debit, the blast from the explosion still having some effect on him. He tried not to think too much about his own injuries, if what he could feel sliding down the side of his face was sweat or blood.

luckily his ninja reflexes kicked in and by the time he jumped out the large hole through the side wall Sasuke was running after Hinata and whoever took her. With each passing second he could feel his strength returning, running faster and faster with each step. He silently thanked the Gods that this morning, and every morning in fact, he'd attached his kusanagi and holster; years of being classified as a rouge nin taught him to always carry your chosen weapon or at least have it close to hand when sleeping. Trust no one to have your back but yourself.

Hinata didn't know where she was or who was currently carrying her the only thing she could definitely tell you was she felt pain, radiating down her whole body. Her head throbbed and felt heavy, her wrists were bound together with a couple of cable ties, her ankles were bound too. That was when she knew something had to be wrong, for if Sasuke were to carry her away from the explosion what reason would he have to tie her up?

Very carefully she slightly opened her eyes just enough to peak through her lashes. She realised she was lay in the arms of the woman she had seen throw the brick through Sasuke's window. The woman looked almost unreal with her pale skin and white hair, which was strange in itself because there wasn't one wrinkle or marking on the her face. Her blank look only concentrating on what was in front of her reminded Hinata of her childhood doll, although the woman was more sinister and Hinata wouldn't be inviting her to any tea parties any time soon.

“Don't worry Lady Hinata, he will take care of you now.” The woman's voice matched her expression; emotionless. Hinata didn't know how the woman knew she was awake, but at least this meant she could open her eyes properly. If only her body would comply with her wises like her eyes, she thought to herself.

“He? Who's he?” Hinata questioned, try to gather as much information as possible.

“Our master of course.”

“I have no master.” Hinata spoke with confidence yet the woman only laughed at her response in a mocking and arrogant manor.

Hinata tried to think of a plan, anything that could help her get out of her current predicament. She knew she was still in the forest that surrounded the Uchiha district and wasn't far from the border of the village.

As they approached a beautiful waterfall Hinata didn't even know was part of the village or Uchiha district a plan formed in her mind. If she could distract the woman for just a second, she could use her chakra to control a small amount of water to cut the cable ties.

The woman began to jump on to the wet stepping stones that formed a path from one side of the large river to the other. Just as they were coming to the middle of the river and Hinata was getting ready to implement her plan, a strange sound came from the trees in the direction of where they had come from.

The woman stopped her progress wondering just as Hinata was what the sound could be. She couldn't place it; it sounded almost like a kunai having been thrown but louder. Within a second Hinata saw a flash of what could only be metal reflecting the sun, what ever was creating the sound was heading straight for them. The woman noted this too and realised quickly if she didn't release Hinata then she wouldn't have time to dodge whatever was heading their way.

Hinata felt herself being thrown into the air in such a way she was spinning making her want to vomit. Almost simultaneously she felt the arms of someone catch her again and the distinctive sound of something sharp and metal make contact with stone.

Hinata knew straight away who'd caught her, she even smiled and lent closer into his neck. She never knew his scent could have a calming effect on her, oh but it did now.

“Sasuke.” She whispered his name. She felt his hand grip her tighter, a sign that although he was still concentrating on the woman he was here. He had rescued her.

Sasuke stood on one of the stepping stones while holding up Hinata, staring down the woman who dared to try and take her. His kusanagi sword stood straight, still wobbling slightly where it landed in the stepping stone between himself and the woman.

“Who are you?” Sasuke demanded the woman.

“I am of little importance. A mere puppet doing my master's work.” She answered without emotion.

“Who's your master? Orochimaru?” Hinata lifted her head and looked at Sasuke puzzled to the woman opposite. The woman however refused to answer Sasuke's question. “Why do you want Hinata?”

“I don't. My master does.” She answered matter of factly.

“Why?” Hinata asked.

“I am of little importance. A mere puppet. My master wouldn't tell a puppet his plans.”

Hinata jumped down from Sasuke's arms and took a step closer to woman, now she had freed herself from the cable ties.

“You must be of some importance for your master to trust you with this task.” Sasuke watched as Hinata tried to search for an emotion in the woman's face. He didn't like where this was heading, Hinata was far too kind. Always trying to see the best in people, himself included. Sasuke could tell when Hinata's words had sunk in and woman had realised Hinata was right.

Hinata had never been in a situation where she had had to call someone their 'master', Sasuke had. Of course he'd killed his to gain his power...oops. But there had been people like this woman in front of him that had worshipped Orochimaru, Kabuto for example. And now this crazy-master-worshipping weirdo was taking Hinata's words the wrong way! Instead of taking them as an ego booster which Hinata had intended, she was taking them as an affirmation that her master did believe her to be important and trusted her with his plan to kidnap Hinata.

With the crazy bitches mind drawing to it's conclusion Sasuke instantly jumped into the air pulling Hinata in to piggy back position, at the same time and with careful and swift precision Sasuke (and Hinata) landed on the handle of his Kusanagi. Sasuke watched as the woman's face went from emotionless to...not even human the next second. Her teeth turned pointed and mouth moved open like it was on a hinge. Her eye's turned yellow and instead of hands her fingers were now claws as razor-sharp as a new kunai.

As the woman brought back her hand ready at any moment to strike Hinata, Sasuke immediately took control of the situation. He knew he didn't have enough chakra to form Susano, but he did have enough to use the elements to his advantage. Sasuke immediately spun 180 degrees, while at the same time he shifted Hinata from piggy back position to facing him.

“Chidori.”

Hinata fell back with the force of Sasuke falling forward. She had seen him use his 'chidori' technique, knew that with the water on the stepping stones and around them the 'woman' would be hurt by it. She'd seen as 'woman' had raised her claw in the air and just as Sasuke had finished his jutsu she'd struck his back.

Hinata gingerly sat up from where she landed.

“Sasuke?” Hinata spoke his name with urgency as she shook his shoulder from where he'd landed on her legs.

“Mmmm.”Sasuke groggily answered.

Hinata glanced around her, where the 'woman' once stood was now a pile of black ash and what looked like burned logs.

“A puppet?” Hinata realised then, she hadn't been lying, the woman had in fact been a puppet! Not just mentally but physically too.

“Sasuke!” Hinata tried again to stir him only this time she noted the bright red slashes down his back and ripped shirt. “Sasuke you're bleeding.” She cried out and shifted her legs from under him she began applying pressure to the large gashes that covered his most of his back.

Before the war she had wished many times she could be more like Sakura so Naruto would notice her, now she wished she could be more like Sakura so she could heal Sasuke in a heart beat. With the little amount of chakra she had and basic knowledge of medicine Hinata was able to slow the bleeding down. Ripping the bottom of her own shirt Hinata made 3 make shift bandages and wrapped them around Sasuke's back and abdomen to keep the pressure on the gashes just in case.

“Come...On, Sasuke.” Hinata struggled moved one of his arms over her shoulder and tried shifting him to stand. “Let's...Get you...To the...Hos-pital.”

“Nononono, no hosssspitallll..Hommme.” Sasuke slurred from the blood loss.

“But you need-”

“Hommme. Pleassse Hi-nata.”

Hinata smiled softly at the man who only yesterday she thought was as cold as ice sculpture, now she could see why Naruto was so loyal to him. Sasuke had stood up for her, fought for her when no one else had even known she was in trouble. Standing so close to him she could even see why girls thought him handsome.

“Let's get you home and fixed up.” Hinata wrapped an arm around his waist, allowing him to lean on her and slowly they began to walk back to the mansion.

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