Not Alone:

Chapter Thirteen

The next week or so passed by uneventfully. Hinata had begun adjusting to the new routine of waking up, spending the entire day with Itachi, and going to bed, and although she denied it, she had also started to enjoy the man's company. Though some of the anecdotes he shared with her were rather morbid, his undivided attention and incessant remarks regarding her ravish beauty were flattering, considering that he himself was irrefutably a very attractive man (yet another fact Hinata kept to herself). Yet as much as she valued her time with Itachi, the fear of when he was finally going to demand that they sleep together itched at the back of Hinata's mind; she was nowhere near ready for that. Every night before she went to bed, she would pull the stunning necklace the man had presented her out of her kimono and gaze at the inscription, wondering if its' riddle gave a clue as to when she was to lose her virginity to Itachi. One night, as she looked upon the blood-red stone inlaid in the necklace, her stomach twisted and her thoughts turned achingly back to Konoha.

'I miss home so much,' she thought climbing under the blankets of her futon. 'But I have yet to think of a plan to get out of here.'

Hinata felt her insides clench as a familiar face manifested in her head. It seemed like ages ago when Sasuke had taken her in after she had discovered the corpses of her family. Had he taken his brother's bait? Was he now on his way to rescue her? Or had he simply ignored her disappearance? The girl thought longingly of Sasuke and the kindness he had shown her when out of the corner of her eye, she could see movement beyond the cherry blossom trees outside her window. Curiosity gripping her, Hinata slipped out of the bed and knelt in front of the window sill. Squinting into the darkness, she could barely discern the edge of a baby blue kimono whipping in the light breeze and disappearing into the night. Confused as to why the nurse of the organization would be out so late, Hinata shifted her position and attempted to see what Hikari was up to.

"She's trying to escape," whispered a cold voice behind the girl that made her jump and the hairs on the back of her neck perk up uncomfortably.

Hinata turned slowly and faced Itachi, who was leaning against the doorframe with his arms folded and wearing nothing but black boxer shorts. Her voice was caught in her throat as she gazed upon the man's tight stomach muscles, his gorgeous, god-like body. How could he torture her so, being as beautiful yet terrifying as he was? The girl's inexperienced body begged for him, yet her scared, wary mind screamed that she should demand him to get the hell out of there and put some goddamn clothes on, since it wasn't fair for someone as breath-taking as him to be walking around half-naked.

After a moment of silence, Hinata's heart and hormones racing, she managed to take a deep breath and avert her eyes. "Why don't you stop her?"

"Because it's amusing to watch her futile efforts. She will never be free."

The girl sighed, her heart plummeting. "But why? Hikari-san hates being here…" She gulped and before she could stop herself, quickly said "And so do I."

Itachi stared at her silently before grinning maliciously and taking a step towards her. "I'll make you want to stay here."

Hinata gasped and scrambled against the wall, as far away as she could from Itachi, as the man walked right up to her and bent down, stroking the side of her neck with his poisonous, intoxicating touch. She detested how good his cool hand felt against her warm cheek, how fast her heart was racing…and how hot her lower region was growing. She gulped down quick breaths of air, her shoulder blades rubbing against the wall, and she knew that she was trapped.

Hinata squeezed her eyes shut as she felt the man's warm, wet lips caress her neck. "P-please…" She whimpered.

Itachi scoffed into her skin, his breath causing shivers to run down her spine. "Don't even try to disillusion yourself into thinking that you don't want this."

Hinata opened her eyes slowly and bit down on her lower lip as her milky white eyes made contact with his crimson ones. He was looking at her so intensely, so lustfully. He shifted his weight so that his bare chest was leaning against hers, and Hinata could just barely feel his heartbeat. It seemed so impossible that this awful man, this monster, could even have a heart. Yet it was right there, beating in time to her own, and Hinata realized that Itachi was human, like her, and that even he needed to release his physical urges, needed to feel the touch of a woman. Ah, the weakness of the human flesh.

Itachi smiled at her and tilted his head while his hand snaked behind her head, forcing her lips to come within inches of his. "I want this," he breathed, closing his eyes and leaning forward. "And I get whatever I want."

Euphoria and bliss were the only ways to describe the moment when Itachi's lips met those of the emotionally torn girl. Even though her mind cried that it was imperative to push the man off of her, her body and heart pleaded that he show her the unknown, dark depths of love and passion. As of late, the only emotion that she had felt was that of overwhelming sadness, of anger, of hate, at losing her family and loved ones. But now Itachi was giving her a way to escape all of that, with his tongue begging for entrance into her mouth and his hands tangling in her silky hair.

Hinata closed her eyes while she allowed her hands to wander down the man's muscular body, and it was then that Sasuke's face popped into her mind once again. Now, instead of kissing Itachi, she imagined that it was his younger brother she was with, that she was sharing this moment of passion and want with Sasuke, that he was the one handling her body as if it were made of silk.

She wanted him, the man who had showed her compassion and empathy in the time she most needed it…not his son-of-a-bitch brother.

Hinata snapped her eyes open and with all the strength she could muster pushed Itachi off of her, whose face registered surprise at the abrupt interruption of their kiss. "I can't do this," she whispered between gasps for air.

Itachi's eyes narrowed, penetrating her already weak defenses with a hardened gaze that could've turned the flames of hell into ice. "You will do whatever I say," he seethed after a moment of strained silence, this time grabbing Hinata by the shoulders and shoving her onto her back.

The girl squirmed futilely and stuttered out protests as Itachi straddled her and began stripping her of her night clothing. "You-you can't do this!" She said shrilly. "If-if you go any farther, I swear I'll-"

The man's calloused hand clamped her mouth shut, stopping her pathetic threats. "You'll do what?"

Hinata shook her head violently, tears spilling down her face and her quaking, fearful voice muffled. Itachi laughed quietly as he tore off the rest of the clothing, leaving her completely naked, and wrapped her pale legs around his waist.

"After tonight, I can assure you that you will want to stay with me forever."

Hinata screamed into his hand as his other traced down her navel and between her thighs. She tried kicking, punching, and shrieking some more, but her violent actions were stopped when Itachi grinned and she felt pain like she had never felt before between her legs. More hot tears poured down her face, and she could barely breathe. This pain…this man…completely, utterly heinous.

'Sasuke…'

Hinata's eyes rolled into the back of her head and she fainted.