Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ What do you see in me ❯ when will it end ( Chapter 8 )

Hinata ignored Deidaras protests as she rushed down the slick steps to the dungeon. “Where the fuck do you think you're going bitch, un?!” His lone blue eye ablaze as he followed her down the long stairwell to the cells. His cloak shadowing him like a cape, his dark sandals slashing the small puddles caused from the drains they failed to repair.

Her Naruto-kun was down here.

They lied to her.

Itachi lied to her. Again.

“I am going to see my Naruto-kun.” He clutched her upper arm, dragging her back against him. “Who told you that he was down here?” His breath scorching her already flaming cheeks. “No one told me; now let go!” She jerked her arm out of his grip, her eyes glaring a hole into his skull.

“Was it Tobi?” He paced the paved ground, his slender fingers caught up in his blonde mane. “Or did Konan tell you?” He tried again, his arms crossing over his chest. She ignored his wild behavior, cautiously walking down the corridor of cells.

Her fingers ran over the plate number of each cell, tears brimming her eyes at the thought of sweet Naruto-kun locked away in this cursed cell.

Her feet halted as she reached cell number twenty.

Naruto's cell.

Nothing came. She stood before his cell, waiting for the emotions to overwhelm her. But none came. All her tears were gone, leaving her empty. Wasn't she supposed to be deeply in distress now that she knew Naruto was alive and could not save him? She oddly felt nothing. Not even a tingle of worriment.

Just emptiness where her heart once belonged.

Her heart was ripped out ages ago when the Akatsuki first rendered her helpless. They stomped on the dried up organ, leaving it to rot.

But Itachi picked it back up out of pity or doubt, none of which she knew.

Hinata Hyuga didn't deserve to see her first love, Naruto-kun.

Her hand dropped limply to her side as she turned back in the direction Deidara was pacing. “Ya done now bitch?” His pacing would've worn out the floor if he hadn't stopped to glower at her. “Its none of your concern if I am finished or not.” She paced him, her eyes blank as she held her head up high. “Hey bitch, un!” He called out to her as he rushed to catch up with her fast strides. “Stop calling me a bitch, un.” She mocked him, holding onto the wall as she climbed back up the steps. “Don't mock me, Hinata un!” He seethed, rushing up the steps after her.

Her confident stride faltered, trying to clarify what he called her.

“Did you call me by my name?” She registered what he called her, a smile fondling her lips. “Sure I did, un since you want to be a bitch and mock me.” He stood a step below the entrance, his gaze leveling with hers.

Her smile widened, finding his witty remarks funny. “What's so funny?” She shook her head, turning to enter the Akatsuki hideaway.

This was her home now.

Nothing could change that now. She just had to accept that. As Hinata walked down the familiar corridor to the elder Uchihas room, the light that illuminated her grey eyes didn't flicker. Besides Naruto, Itachi was the only other person who could make her heart stop then start back up all over again.

Instead of denying her undying affection for him, she came to accept it. She loved his crude manner and his alleged attempts to control her. He thrived of her pain and she thrived off his. She couldn't live without him and he couldn't live without her.

Wasn't that the way love was supposed to work?

Having hatred for the person even when you swore you loved them?

She didn't hesitate to open the poorly latched door, welcoming the darkness that greeted her. Her eyes danced over the form lying in the bed, a pillow latched over his head. “Close that damn door, too much light.” He groaned, throwing another pillow over his head. Yes, this was the same Itachi that forced her to the ground as he slaughtered the village of Konoha.

She giggled, silently shutting the door behind her as she tip toed to the edge of the bed. The pitter patter of her bare feet made him shift. “Why the hell do you have to walk so hard?” He moaned out, pulling the pillows from over his head to observe what she was doing. “I didn't think I was making that much noise.”

Somehow, after he returned her to the Akatsuki he developed the cold that she denied having, making him even cruder than he already was.

She tapped her knees against the edge of the bed where his arm hung limply, upsetting him even further. “Cant you find something more interesting to do than try to keep me awake? I very tired if you haven't noticed.” He buried his face into a pillow, cutting of his air supply. “I couldn't do it.” She settled down on the edge, her lower back pressed up against his torso. “Couldn't do what?” He mumbled into the pillow, his face turned in her direction.

“I couldn't bring myself to inside Naruto-kuns cell. I couldn't even make myself cry.” Itachi sighed heavily into the pillow before lifting his face. “It isn't like the Akatsuki are going to kill him any time soon. We have to find a way to control the red chakra, and then we'll extract the Kyubi.” He tugged her legs onto the bed, making her lie down next to him.

“So killing Naruto-kun was an option.” Her voice quavered as his arm was thrown over her middle.

“We are feeding him and letting him bathe regularly but we would not let him see you.” His dazed, half-lidded eyes watched her silently. “Why not?” “It would raise his hopes.” Was his only answer, his lips grazing her shoulder.

“You didn't want to lose me again?”

“No.” His arm tightened over her stomach, bringing her against him. “What does this mean? Will I be able to w-watch you execute Naruto-kun?”

“No.”

She slumped against him, her eyes focused on him once more. “Would you not end his life if I begged you?” Itachi groaned against her flesh, she could feel his heated forehead against her cold cheek. “I would, but then I would have to face the consequences from Pein for my defying actions.” A smile tugged the corners of her mouth, happy that he would abort ending Naruto-kuns life if he didn't have to answer to Pein.

“Can I go back to sleep now?” He grounded out, his dark eyes trying to stay open. “If only you'll walk with my to the Hyuga's gravesite when you wake.” His lips formed a pout as he began sulking.

“Hinata, sunflower, didn't I tell you already that I don't feel well?” She nodded, turning her body to face his so his hand dangled off her hip.

“I don't think that will be I wise decision. At least not today.” After finding the fire nation in ruins, she stumbled upon the Hyuga house hold as she tried to flee the Akatsukis. Itachi promised from then on to visit the grave of her lost clan in an attempt to makeup for his mistake.

“You promised me you would.” “That was before I became sick.” His eyes slipped shut, pulling her against his lean frame. “But you aren't too sick to lie in bed with me.” She protested, her small hands pressed to his chest. “This is different. I like doing this.” His lips covered her own, surprising her. His tongue tapped against her unmoving lips, silently asking for entrance. Time stopped as it always had every time his lips touched her.

Was she being selfish if she accepted?

Would that put an awkward hold on whatever they had?

She didn't bother questioning it any further as she responded to his kiss, her mouth moving against his own. Her hand clutched the hand dangling from her hip, her fingers curling around it as her tongue plunged inside his mouth. Just the mere heat radiating from him sent chills up her spin as he grounded his hips against hers.

Was he enjoying this as much as she was?

A groan escaped her lips as she felt the evidence of his excitement against her womanhood, the friction almost becoming unbearable. She abruptly pulled away, sucking in some much needed air. Apparently, they had been so caught up in their kiss they hadn't realize the sexual position they were now occupying.

His leg was pushed between her legs, his knee rubbing her womanhood.

She had forgotten at that moment that he was a sick man also.

Her cheeks were reddened, her eyes lowering to the bulge in his pants that brushed over her knee. “Y-you may need to take a cold shower.” Itachi groaned out, falling over to the other side of the bed off of her. “Damn tease.” He uttered, his back facing her. Now that he had all this sexual tension thrust upon him, he may have to masturbate tonight.

No thanks to Hinata. His sunflower.

“What's wrong Tachi-baka?” She only called him that when he was being either stubborn or stupid. “You did that on purpose didn't you?” He turned to face her again, his lips drawn down in a pout. “I don't know what you're talking about. I was only trying to persuade a certain crude Uchiha to come with me to my families' gravesite.” She nuzzled her nose against his, tickled by his sullen manner.

“That isn't funny Hinata.” He jerked his nose from her range, his brows pinching together. “I'll make it up to you, I promise.” He thought over her empty promise before tugging her beneath him. “I'd like to know what kind of things you would do to `make it up' for me.”

“Are you that perverse Itachi?” She taunted, placing a quick kiss to his pouting lips. A smirk took over his lips, drawing his head in for another kiss. “If you have slept with as many women as I have you'd be perverted too.” His smirk widened, watching as she closed her eyes, anticipating the kiss.

But it never came.

Instead she felt his lips graze her cheek as he uttered a small `goodnight' before dozing off. She felt herself begin to pout as she felt his tight hold slacken some.

Why did he always have to do this to her?

Hinata snuggled up closer to his warmth, feeling the swelling between his legs begin to lower itself. She knew by morning it would be back again.

This time she would be ready.

 

Dude I think this is the last chapter of this story but there will be a part two for those who did like my story. Maybe it'll be rated mature, idk but this story was pretty well written I think. Thanks for the reviews and ideas DeejaVu.

 

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