Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ What do you see in me ❯ Thanks for nothing ( Chapter 7 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

By: postel

Summary: Even when she hated him most she couldn't stay away from him

(This is my first fan fiction so please go easy on me)

Disclaimer: sadly I don't own Naruto

……………………̷ 0;………………………… 230;…………………………& #8230;………………………..

……………………̷ 0;………………………… 230;…………………………& #8230;…………….

What Do You See In Me

……………………̷ 0;………………………… 230;…………………………& #8230;…………….

Chapter seven: Thanks for nothing

Cold fingers dug into her wrist, inflicting more pain than she hoped for.

Her mauve eyes gazed fearfully into the dark scarlet eyes of the man she had been running from for days, her heart swelling up like a balloon. His gaze held anger that she never before witnessed until this very moment.

Would he end her life?

Would he spare her?

Her knees buckled beneath her, startled as his hands cupped her elbows to steady her. She felt those same heavy hands grasping her elbows a bit too tight, her upper arms reddening under the pressure of his fingers. Those menacing crimson eyes never left her, a smirk tugging the corners of his mouth as he inflicted more pain upon her.

Her punishment for abandoning him.

His masquerade from reality.

She whimpered as his short nails drew blood, her head drooping from the oncoming fatigue.

Was this pain real?

Her confused gaze landed on the bite marks from his nails, the pain not registering in her mind any more.

Wasn't this supposed to hurt?

Itachis face became a blur as her vision clouded. Wasn't this supposed to be her demise? The world behind her was swallowed up by darkness, leaving just her.

Where did Itachi go?

Her fingers trace the small marks along her arm, surprised that they didn't cause her pain.

Was she already dead?

Did he take her life in one quick thrust or had Kami finally answered her prayers?

She felt dizzy; grasping her head with both hands she tried to steady her vision. Her insides were on fire, along with the rest of her body.

……………………̷ 0;……..

Hinata coughed and sputtered as too much air filled her lungs, her eyes widening.

Had she been dreaming the entire time?

She steadied her beating heart as she lent up. Her eyes wandered aimlessly around the room, her blank eyes soaking in the all-too-familiar ashen walls that surrounded her.

The shattered glass fragments that covered a portion of the floor caught her attention.

This room.

It was her room that the Akatsuki let her accommodate.

But how did she get here?

Her silent question was answered as her gaze landed on the man lying in her bed. His tired onyx eyes watched her every movement, his body lie ridged against the stiff mattress. Dark wisps of hair went into his face as he turned his head in her direction.

How long had she been here?

“One day.” His voice held wryness in its depth, his eyes briefly closing. Why did Itachi bring her back? Hadn't she told him that she didn't want to return to their hideaway? Her blank stare basked in his silent beauty. She was almost tempted to touch his glorious jaw line.

“Why did you bring me back?” Her voice husky from not using, her throat dry. Those dark eyes opened, watching her as if she were his prey. “I had my reasons for returning you to our hideaway. Konohagakure is no longer your home; you said so yourself.” He yawned, his fingers raking through his hair.

She found his actions simply adorable.

“Konohagakure is no longer alive. The fire nation is dead.” Her deadpan voice went unnoticed to him as he rose to his elbows. “Well that maybe true but you technically have no where else to go.” Her eyes flickered, her body jumping slightly. The impact of his truthful words ripped her heart apart.

Did she actually have no where to go?

The image of the mystery woman's slender legs wrapped tightly around Itachis torso flashed before her eyes before she quickly dispersed it.

Was he still seeing her?

Her groans were still present in Hinatas mind as her gaze sized up the Uchiha lying in her bed.

By the loud groans and pleasure filled moans that escaped the woman's lips, Itachi must have sexed her up right.

That intrigued her more so than she wanted to admit.

She found herself gazing intently at the part in his pants where his groin was located.

Did he get hard watching that mystery woman?

She blinked, forcing her head in the other direction. Itachi didn't miss her dead on stare, smirking triumphantly. Was the cold-hearted Hinata Hyuga turned on? His gaze lingered along her flushed cheeks, finding her shyness cute.

“How long am I going to stay here?” Her fingers toyed with the cufflinks of the over-sized coat. Daichis coat. She smacked her hand against her forehead, a red mark soon appearing afterwards. How could she forget her plan to flee to Daichi once more? He was her solstice, her rescuer.

“Whose jacket is that?” He was slouched on the edge of the small bed, his head between his knees as his hands clutched the back of his head. “No ones.” She found herself saying, detecting a hint of jealousy in his tone. She forced herself to her feet, her knees wobbling beneath her. His shoulders slumped even further, a sign of his oncoming rage.

She anticipated his silent fury, his eyes glistening in rage as he degraded her.

But there wasn't any.

Instead, his head rose from his lap, his eyes blank. “Is it that man who you ran away from the Akatsukis for?” Hinata said nothing, her feet planted firmly to the ground. “Is it?” He persisted, his hands cupped over his ears as if he didn't want to hear her answer.

She jumped visibly at his demanding tone, shrouding away in fear. “Y-yes…yes it is.” Her voice shook but she held her ground as he rose to his feet. He stood before her, those taunting dark eyes leveling with hers, his lips forming a scowl. “Get rid of it.” He sneered, his fingers reaching for the collar of the coat. Instinctively Hinata slapped away his hand, earning a shocked expression from him. “No! The man who I received this coat from saved my life! I can't get rid of it just because you want me to!” She jerked the collars of the coat up, hiding her face behind them.

Itachis gaze narrowed, enraged by her boldness.

And yet, he couldn't bring himself to punish her for her actions.

He praised them instead.

His hands rested above own, his eyes holding an emotion that she could not indicate. “He saved you?” Jealousy; that was the emotion she detected, feeling tendrils of goose bumps shoot up her arm. She forced her gaze to stay to the floorboards, her cheeks heating up as his fingers curled around her hands. “Y-yes, he dug me out from under a pile of snow. I would've died if Daichi hadn't been there.” His name slipped from her lips, enhancing his anger.

She winced from the pain of his fingers, just like in her dream, or rather nightmare.

“I-I-Itachi, you're hurting me.” She could barely get the words out, prying his boring fingers from her skin. His dark eyes held that animalistic rage that she only saw when he was highly upset.

This was hardly ever.

“This man, Daichi, did he touch you?” He gritted out, releasing her hands. She dropped her hands to her sides, feeling her energy drain from her. “No. He had no reason to.” Her eyes darkened.

Itachi would never change.

He would always be that same, emotionless man that she met when he first captured her.

His brows knitted together, backing onto the small bed. She decided against trying to figure out his attitude, briskly making her way to the poorly latched door.

“Hinata,” She kept moving, feeling as if she were running a marathon.

“Hinata.” He tried again, pulling his hands from his face. She didn't stop for if she were to stop, she would've succumbed to his pleas. “Please stop.” Her feet halted their fast pace, her head lowering. She refused to turn to him. “Could you come and sit next to me?” The question sounded foreign to her as she felt herself turning against her own will.

Her slow strides indicated that she was a bit uncomfortable as she paced to the bed, plopping down a few inches from him.

“Could you please take off that coat?” His gaze didn't move from the small peep hole in the wall, his hands dangling from his knees. Hinata watched her own hands in amazement as she peeled out of the over-sized coat, feeling the rush of the room temperature envelope her.

“Thanks.” His turned his head in her direction, a small smile lingering his lips. Hinatas eyes drank in his beautiful smile. “Why didn't you tell me about that woman?” Her eyes averted his and moved to the peep hole that he was once gazing into. He said nothing for like an eternity, his fingers drumming against his kneecaps.

“She was just some woman that I slept with in the past.” Was his only answer, his eyes dancing over her.

Did he love her?

Was he still sleeping with her?

Did they have a fatal attraction?

Those questions jumbled over in her head as she rubbed her hands over her cold shoulders, her grey eyes lowering. A weak `ooh' escaped her tightly pressed lips, her hair shadowing her face from him. Noticing her shivering state, he draped an arm over her shoulders, pulling her up against his warmth. “She means nothing to me.” He whispered against the shell of her ear, exciting her.

She cautiously embraced him, her arms enfolding his torso as her cheek caressed his shoulder.

That was the only thing she needed to hear.

His chin rested atop of her head, his hand grazing the sculptured arch of her back. “Hinata?”

“Hmm?” She closed her eyes, taking his sweaty scent, finding it pleasant. “Could I return to calling you my sunflower?” He felt her shift beneath his arm, her chin resting upon his breast plate. Her smile relieved him.

“If only I can call you Tachi- baka.” His lips pulled downward in a pout, her smile widening. “Why would you want to call me that Hinata?” She nuzzled her chin against him. “That's how I think of you.” He returned her gesture, his hair tickling her ear. “Well I think of you as my sunflower and only mine.” Her eyes gazed on curiously as to what he meant by `only his'.

But before she could ask him to elaborate any further on the matter, he drew his head down to hers, his lips capturing hers. Hinata felt bile gravitate to her throat, clogging her air. His lips were soft as pillows.

His teeth tugged at her lower lip as she clung onto him for dear life. His hands cupped the back of her head as her hair spilled over his fingers. A dam was breaking within her. She pushed him away, her tiny fist grasping his fish-net shirt tightly.

Her swollen red lips taunted him.

He wanted to taste more of her.

Itachi licked his lips, her taste still lingering along his lips. She tasted exactly how he imagined she would taste, sweet with a bit of a bitter tang.

“Hinata, I want you.”