Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. I am only a penniless college student who loves to use Masashi Kishimoto's characters for my amusement… and perhaps for yours, too. That is, if you find this fic amusing. XD

Notes: I'm really sorry for the very long delay. Believe me, college is easy… to hate.

By the way, thanks so much to everyone who reviewed! I am really delighted to know that there are people who appreciate my efforts for writing this.

I'm not so sure if I should mention this but I appreciated the private messages and emails sent to me by… Mhmm… I guess I should give those people their privacy. I don't know if they want their names to be mentioned here. XD

Anyway, Bebe feels so inspired because of the positive feedbacks she have received from her reviewers and readers who are too eager to know what will happen in this chapter.

To Ngoc Chau, my answer to your question is yes, Hinata is still a virgin in this story. I'm sorry if those lines gave you the wrong impression. :)

Okay. I'll shut up now. Enjoy reading.:)

Chapter 6:

Face to Face with the Demon

If there was any word that could describe how Hinata was feeling right now, it would be 'nervous'. Her heart, for the lack of a better term, was pounding on her ribs with extreme violence that she felt her whole body weaken. Her fingers shook and her knees wobbled. She won't be surprised if she fainted any moment now due to the tension.

Why does this have to happen, anyway? Why do things have to turn out this way? And she knew, of course, that the blame was on her. If she did not leave her room and tried to runaway with Kiba, then maybe this would not happen, maybe Gaara will give her a peaceful night, maybe she wouldn't be stuck here thinking of an answer good enough for his ears to hear. But no. What's done is already done. She could never possibly undo her mistake. She could never turn back time…

…Because if she could, she will definitely correct her mistake of going back to the village immediately to do the assignment Tsunade has told her before her mission –the assignment of escorting Temari and Gaara to their rooms.

Hinata looked down shamefully. Why had she done such a terrible mistake? Why didn't she keep her promise to him?

Swear you'll never leave this room.

Yes, I swear.

Every member of the Hyuuga family, especially the head and the heiress, were expected to know the meaning and value of a promise.

A promise should not be broken because promises could either build or break ties. Hinata remembered her father say when she was only three.

Promises… are ought to be kept.

Now that she has broken a promise to her husband, their gap will certainly be worse than it already is. Not that she wanted to be close to him or anything but… their relationship should matter to her now just in case they were to build a family. Even though she doesn't love or want him, she couldn't let their future children suffer because of the lack of affection their parents have for each other.

She always considered the welfare of children whether they are already existing or soon-to-be-born.

If they couldn't give each other their love, at least, they should be able to trust one another. Yes, that would be good… though not enough.

Besides, she had already seen enough of the consequences when the children's parents don't even talk or show trust to each other. Her parents had been a very good example of that.

The violent shaking of her body brought Hinata back to reality while the tickling of the sensitive skin of her ear and neck brought about by Gaara's hot breath reminded her that he was standing right behind her, waiting for her answer.

Where have you been?

Well, I got out of my room to get some fresh air.

I met Kiba and had a little conversation with him.

I lost something and asked Kiba for help. We went to the forest because we thought we could find it somewhere there.

Nothing with her formulated excuses seemed to make any sense. At any rate, how could she even make up a believable justification? She was already close to having a heart failure and her mind was already in frenzy. It was actually a miracle that she could think of words to tell him despite her condition. Furthermore, even if she were capable of saying something that could possibly convince the Kazekage that she did not betray him in any way, would he believe her? Being the shrewd Kazekage that Gaara was, he may have the knowledge as to why she left her room. Oh Kami, this is getting more and more difficult!

Hinata took in a very, very deep breath to calm herself down and to prepare herself for what will happen next. She then flexed her fingers at her sides in the hopes that they would stop shaking or getting numb. She exhaled and bit on her lower lip.

She knew she still wasn't prepared even with all her efforts.

Say something! Come on! You know you don't want to anger him.

"Where have you been?" Gaara repeated his question, finally breaking the aching silence between them. When he discovered that Hinata went outside the walls of Konoha with one of her male friends, he had been deeply troubled and desperate to have her back. His mind had been quick to inform him that she was going to leave him for good. She could not have joined that Inuzuka outside Konoha to go for stargazing, couldn't she? They have been up to something which drove him so mad that he destroyed each furniture in his quarters. That Inuzuka tried to take his wife away and his Hinata was almost lost from him. Before his ANBU came to report that Hinata came back, his bloodlust intensified. The need to kill and shed some blood filled his mind that something yearning to get out of him succeeded to resurface. He hated it. The feeling of desperation and anger had been too much for him to handle. He had wanted her to be in his arms immediately but the other him, the more evil side of him, wanted to rip her up, to teach her a lesson, to break her into pieces.

…And it seems that his bad side was winning the battle.

His chest ached as her smell wafted to his nostrils. Her scent was there but it was now mixed up with another, a scent he mused that belonged to Kiba. Hinata and Kiba came to a very close proximity to each other, Gaara hypothesized. He couldn't help but wonder how close the two had been. Did they hug each other for a very, very long time? Kiss? Or worse, had intercourse? It was possible that Hinata and Kiba had a relationship other than being friends and teammates. It was possible that they had a secret relationship, and that Kiba was the man Hinata wanted to marry. She could have given herself to that mutt when they were together… considering that she'll leave her friend after the 'wedding of the year', as how Hiashi Hyuuga put it, had taken place.

He felt more furious. The image of Hinata willingly giving that Inuzuka her virginity was nothing but mind-blowing.

Gaara had waited long enough. "I repeat Hinata, for the third time around, where have you been?" Or rather, what have you and that friend of yours did when you were alone together? He asked, his voice louder and scarier.

Hinata trembled. The intensity of his voice told her of the anger he felt for the lack of fidelity to him. What kind of wife was she? Her mouth opened to say something but she quickly decided against saying anything so she shut it again. For the second time, she tried but still no words came out of her lips. Gaara will be mad! Say something!

The young Kazekage clenched his fists at his sides. Waiting was never his hobby and being betrayed was something he loathed. Images of his uncle Yashamaru filled his head. The betrayal his uncle did to him when he was still a child was something that haunted him, something he never learned to forgive. If only he could follow his pretentious uncle in hell, he would kill him again. Betrayal. How he hated it. And now, it was Hinata who did that to him.

How dare her.

Five.

Still, the room was silent. Only their breathing was audible enough to hear.

Four.

Hinata hasn't said a word. Nothing… Nothing… She was dead quiet as though she was making fun of him.

Three.

Time was not something Gaara wastes. His village had been progressing not because of mediocrity or procrastination or idleness. He valued time like gold and he hated having to wait without doing any action. Something must be done.

Two.

His patience was running out. He was never trained for anything like this. He gritted his teeth now. His bottled up anger was starting to leak out.

One.

Time up.

Gaara surprised his contemplating wife by grabbing her arm and turning her around. His movements have been too swift for her to realize what was happening. With her expression, he could tell that she was only able to grasp what had just happened when her back slammed rather painfully against a wall, when she was already pinned to it. With him towering her, with his hands locking her wrists over her head, and with the wall behind her, there was unquestionably no way for her to escape him. No way.

For a moment, the couple stared at each other. Eye to eye, their faces not more than an inch away, their breaths being shared… Not one of them dared to break the moment…

…until she screamed.

The meandering silence of the room was broken by a scream that erupted from her dry lips.

Gaara knitted his nonexistent brows and stared questioningly at his wife who already closed her eyes and turned her face to her side… as though she could not look at him… as though she was scared to look at him.

What's wrong?

He held her wrists together with only one hand while he brought the other one to her chin, gently coaxing her to face and look at him once again. She only shook her head against his fingertips and closed her eyes tighter.

Gaara lost his patience. He forcefully turned her face so that they could look at each other again. But then, her eyes were still closed, not even daring to peek from their confines.

"Open your eyes, Hinata!" From the angle of her face now, he could see the quivering of her lips. What was wrong about looking at him? What was happening to her?

Hinata shook her head again. She just couldn't look at him… Not now.

His eyes became wide with vehemence. Hinata wants to play it hard with him. "I SAID OPEN THEM!"

Slowly, Hinata parted her eyelids and little by little, her white orbs moved to focus at him. And at those glassy pearls, he saw the reason why his wife could not bear to gaze at him.

Looking back at him with wide and hungry eyes was him… in his half-Shukaku form.

He guffawed. And that loud, mocking laughter of his roared inside the room. "SO THIS IS WHY YOU COULDN'T LOOK AT ME?!" He taunted her, challenging her to stare at his deformed face and body. The corners of his lips turned up to portray the evilest of grins, allowing Shukaku's saliva to leak out from the part of the Kazekage's mouth, which was currently owned by the monster, in the process.

He inched his face closer to the face of his trembling Hyuuga. With the distance of their faces and bodies, he could clearly see the tears which she struggled to keep at bay and hear the loud thudding of her heart. "SO THIS IS WHY YOU TRIED TO ELOPE WITH THAT MUTT?!"

Hinata's frame only shook harder. If only the wall behind her would open up, she'll let it eat her alive without protest. Being gorged by the wall would be better than being face to face with this demon.

Gaara replaced the hand which held her wrists together with his human hand. Bringing Shukaku's hand on her face, he slowly brushed the sharp and pointed claws on her skin, teasing her and at the same time warning her. "Let me remind you Hinata, that this monster is your husband." He said in that frighteningly gentle voice. "And since you are legally married to this hideous demon," Hinata's head jerked up to look at him as Shukaku's hand pulled painfully and forcefully at her long hair, "he could practice his legal rights of claiming your body whenever and wherever he wants, then you will bear him his equally monstrous children."

Then, his lips crashed on hers. She winced at the pain caused by Shukaku's pull on her hair. Gaara's tongue gagged inside her mouth, wickedly tasting her while his body pressed against hers, feeling everything she has to offer under her outsized jacket especially her soft and tempting breasts.

At this, Hinata mouthed a protest but it sounded more like a moan due to Gaara's bruising kiss. But then, she wondered if the sound she made were really something to make him stop or to urge him to continue.

The sensation his warm body was giving her was wonderful. She couldn't deny how much he pleasured her though he was in this… half… monster form. This is still Gaara. She reminded herself mentally though she was already starting to melt in his mind-blowing kisses and touches. A moan escaped her lips when Gaara rubbed her womanhood, making the wetness between her thighs grow and making her eyes roll up to their sockets. Yes, she heard herself. She was sure it was a moan of pleasure.

But… isn't this wrong? Gaara was currently in his half-Shukaku form… What if he made love to her while he is in this state? Would it result to babies who are white-eyed replicas of this monster? Gaara, without the byakugan, was dangerous enough. What more could little Gaaras with the byakugan do? Positively, those children will be the perfect weapons of mass destruction. Gaara plus Shukaku plus byakugan equals a total catastrophe. Therefore, their children will only bring threat to the world. She must avoid being impregnated by the Kazekage…

…Because she could not be the mother of little terrorists who have their father's love for blood and… flesh.

Hinata turned her head to her side and freed herself briefly from Gaara's alluring mouth. "Stop." She mumbled breathlessly before he claimed her lips for another deep, passionate, possessive and open-mouthed kiss.

He continued to kiss her hungrily and it surprised her that he could hold his breath for so long just to taste her, just to remind her that she was his and no one else's.

With the aid of his hand on her wrists, he lifted her up with his inhuman strength, his lips never leaving hers as he did so. Then, when they were at the same height, he pushed his hardened shaft on her soft yet wet womanhood. She moaned. Even though they were both fully clothed and protected, she could still feel how aroused Gaara was.

Hinata felt something pulling her legs and wrapping them around his waist. She mumbled a 'no' when her now red and wet lips gained a moment of freedom. However, her silent request was never paid with any attention as his sand locked her ankles behind him.

Then, he did it again. He blew her mind with ecstasy and lust as he thrusted again and again on her wide open yet fully confined warmth. She pushed her hips repeatedly against his just to feel that wonderful sensation over and over again. She clawed on his Shukaku hand, only to feel the grains of sand get into her nails. The Shukaku part of him was made with sand… physically. But it was made with resentment and detestation on the inside. His greedy lips trailed kisses along her jaw line down to her throat, leaving her torn between moaning mindlessly and protesting.

His free and human hand reached one of her yearning breasts, molding and feeling it with so much passion. When his hand felt discontented with the feel of her cloth-covered breast, he tore the fabric of her jacket and undershirt effortlessly and hastily before covering her scantly protected flesh with his palm. He earned a very soft cry of agony from her for teasing that sensitive and exposed skin. Then, he answered her with hungrier kisses, licks and sucks on her neck.

She arched her back. How she wanted him to squeeze her breast again. "G- Ga- Gaah…" Her voice was thick with overflowing lust. For an untouched virgin like her, what Gaara was doing was… too good.

That smell again. The busy Kazekage thought as that masculine scent went to his nose, reminding him of her betrayal. He stopped showering her neck with his kisses and his hold on her breast tightened. Hinata gave him a pained cry in response. His poor heart felt heavy, jealousy working its way through his veins, torturing him ad killing him.

Kiba and Hinata… together plotted a way to get away from him.

Together…

Together…

He stood straight and faced Hinata. He saw confusion in her eyes. Confusion as to why he suddenly stopped pleasuring her. On the contrary, what he sincerely wanted to do to her is to cause her pain… not to give her gratification. But then, when he heard her satisfied and longing reactions, felt the anticipation with each of her movement, he forgot about his original intention. He was in his half-Shukaku form, an outward appearance which is undeniably a sore to the eye. She was beautiful even at the ugliest of clothes yet she made out with him… she made out with him no matter how ugly and monstrous he looked like. And now that he came to think of it, she enjoyed every moment of it, savored it as though if his lips would leave her skin for a second, she would die.

But he was a monster… She should not have liked that.

Hinata looked at his eyes and saw that both eyes were now Shukaku's, not even one of them was Gaara's. The aquamarine orbs were already nonexistent. They have transformed and she saw the need to kill from both eyes.

"Gaara?" She asked just to make sure Shukaku hasn't overtaken her husband's body. A bead of sweat rolled from her temple down to her cheek as she shifted her body to a more comfortable position. Her heart started to pick up pace. Is Gaara controlling this demon or is it the other way around?

Agonizing seconds passed. Still, he didn't say a word.

"G- Gaara?" She tried again and this time she was answered with a tight grip of his human hand on her neck.

He choked her until she could presumably breathe and speak no more, until his hand and nails could leave marks on her delicate skin. "YOU SLUTTISH WOMAN!"

She started to mouth incoherent words. She could feel her bound hands shaking and her lungs begging for even a little amount of air. Her throat felt like hell. With the tautness of Gaara's grip, she could only wonder if he'll ever let go, taking into account that he's in a state that she believed he could barely control.

"HOW DARE YOU TO RUNAWAY LIKE THAT!" Gaara yelled at her face, his eyes wide with bloodlust. His hold on her neck tightened slightly.

Feeling her tears running down her face, she felt more and more hopeless. Will she make it out of this situation alive? Gaara, as far as she knew, was very sensitive about his feelings. But if asked about what others would feel with everything he does, she knew he'd say he doesn't care even a bit. Her mind could not think clearly anymore. Everything seemed a blur to her and that includes the hurtful and insulting words that he was throwing at her. What she could comprehend right now was that she needed air and that if he won't loosen his hold on her, she will surely die.

But dying now could actually be considered as a blessing. If she could remember well, he told her that he'll kill her after he got what he wanted from her… after she's done with… after he had fed his craving for her earthly body… At least, if she'll die tonight, she doesn't have to prolong her agony.

Dying tonight won't make a difference because she'll soon die in his hands.

But then… she was scared of dying.

Kami, help me.

Mother…

More tears sprung from her eyes. She was still too young when her mother died but she could remember every detail of that day. Her personal attendant told her sadly that her mother died in a mission but there were rumors back then that it was her father who had her mother killed.

Her father…

Her mother's husband…

If the rumors were true, then history will repeat tonight. If her mother died in the hands of her father… And she will die in the hands of her husband… Then, she has suffered the fate of the woman who brought her to this world.

How sad will it be to know that the man who became a part of you will be the one to take everything from you, including your own life?

The half-Gaara half-Shukaku grinned at her even though her eyes were strongly shut due to the pain he was causing her body. It was like the two merged demons have agreed to do something to her. And indeed, they did. "Do you want to feel how I felt when I knew that you tried to leave me?" He asked in that mockingly sweet voice of his while he ran his claws on her exposed side, making shiver run on her spine despite her agony. He let out a chuckle. "I felt like… this." He dug Shukaku's claws on her side, drawing a good amount of blood.

Hinata screamed as the pain of having Shukaku's claws inside her swept over her. She could barely describe it. It was like three extra-large kunais sliced through her flesh then played with her internal organs. She cried even more when she felt him dig deeper into her skin until his claws fractured three of her ribs. There was nothing like this pain. She has never been pierced like this.

Black spots started to appear in her vision. She wanted some air and she wanted him to draw his claws from her side. She wanted him to stop tormenting her because her condition was getting unbearable.

She was the princess of the Hyuuga clan… not a toy of the Kazekage.

Breathe… Open your eyes… Breathe… Breathe… Fight death… Open your eyes…

Seeing her suffer, Gaara chuckled again. Then, he buried his precarious claws deeper on her flesh.

Crack. Three ribs broke and his claws reached the side of her right lung. She screamed yet again before mentally admitting to herself that she could no longer withstand the pain and that she won't see the daylight of tomorrow.

She had regrets though. She wanted to see her teammates, teacher and, of course, Naruto before she departs this life.

Naruto-kun…

She gave up. Her head lolled forward and her eyes involuntarily closed. The black spots in her vision multiplied. She then understood that everything will come to its end tonight.

… I love you.

Gaara watched with his signature sadist enthusiasm as her blood gushed out from the wounds he created. The red liquid flowed from her skin down to her pants. How he loved the look of it.

"Aww… What a waste." He could hear Shukaku chiming in his head. The one-tailed beast wanted to taste her blood. It had already been six years since his tongue felt her blood.

"G- G- Ga- G- Gah- G- Gaara…" Hinata mumbled weakly. "I- I- I'm… I'm s- sorry."

Shocked by the amount of energy Hinata had mustered to speak those words, Gaara loosened his grip on her neck. His punishment had been too much. He should not kill her. The reason why he married her was to take her to Suna… alive, and to keep her.

I'm sorry… Her words rang in his head.

What has he done? He shouldn't have acted that way. He was too brutal. Would he be like this once they were in Suna? Would he not be able to control his anger? Will he really end up killing her? Something in him twitched.

He was a real demon… A demon who does not deserve to be with an angel like her.

Sand released Hinata's ankles and her new position made her look like she was dangling. Gaara sighed. This woman was the woman he chose to be with for the rest of his troublesome life. And this is what he did to her. Just as Gaara was about to take his hand from her neck and his claws from her side, he heard the words 'tsuga' yelled out loudly. Then, something or rather someone tried to assault him on the back. Gaara quickly turned to face and see whoever it was that attacked him like a coward. Then, he saw the man responsible for the punishment Hinata had… the man who tried to steal his Hinata… the man who should be in Hinata's position right now.

Glaring at their guest, Gaara drew his claws from Hinata and allow his sand to release its hold on her wrists. She fell on the ground. She was almost unconscious so when her body hit the ground, she formed a small bloody heap, angering the dog tamer even more for Gaara's terrible manners. Kiba would prefer it if Gaara gently laid Hinata in a place where she could rest. The Kazekage focused his attention to his wife's intolerable teammate.

Both men's chakras flared to the extent that both of them practically glowed inside the moonlit room.

Kiba growled at the Kazekage, his teeth gritted in aggravation. He momentarily glanced at the bloody claws of the one-tailed demon and at his disagreeable-looking teammate. He saw what had happened. He saw how Hinata suffered in this monster's hands. How dare him. Hinata never got that kind of treatment even in their most life-threatening missions. And now this monster that she calls a fiancé almost killed her.

If only he was the one betrothed to her, he'll never deal with her that way because he'll make her his princess… no, his queen. He'll serve her the way a real gentleman and a considerate husband should. He'll never make her cry. He'll never make her suffer. NEVER.

But the reality that she was soon to be married to Gaara dawned on him. It was painful. Why should he allow this man to take her when they were only in Konoha and he was already hurting her? What if Gaara took Hinata to his homeland –to Sunagakure? What will he do to her? Kill her and have her head delivered here in Konoha? For all he knew, Gaara is a blood sick bastard who could not control his rage.

He couldn't put his finger on it. Hinata, the sweet Hinata, being in Gaara's little den and being tortured to death. She should not be with this monster… He has to save her.

Kiba gritted his teeth. "Let her go."

Noticing the twofold meaning of Kiba's words, Gaara replied, "Never." His expression did not change. He was still stone-faced as ever. "She's mine." He smirked only to annoy the already outraged Inuzuka. "And she was the one who said that. You could ask her if you want to."

Hinata said that Gaara owns her? Kiba's heart sunk. Why didn't he see this coming? They were friends. Why didn't he notice the growing relationship between the love of his life and this demon? And… why him? Of all the men in the world, why did she choose this unstable, crazy Kaze? Besides, wasn't she in love with Naruto? No… She couldn't love this man. Because if she truly loved him, she wouldn't attempt to come with him to runaway.

"You…" Kiba snarled and being the Naruto-like that he was, he motioned Akamaru to attack the powerful Kazekage with him using their signature move - tsuga.

A minute or two passed with Kiba and Akamaru attacking Gaara who only stood proud without doing much movement. Sand always got into the Konoha nin's assaults so Gaara did not even need to give him or his dog a glance.

Pathetic. Gaara said mentally before countering one of Kiba's kicks with a compelling blow of his sand.

Kiba was sent backwards and Akamaru followed suit. Wiping the blood on his chin, Kiba returned to his fighting stance.

Gaara eyed Kiba. This is getting annoying. He couldn't understand why but he preferred punishing Hinata than fighting Kiba. Kami, Hinata's blood was more fragrant than her teammate's.

Gaara knew Kiba won't give up… unless he has finished him off. He said, "Don't you see?" Gaara watched as Kiba glared at him from his position. "You're no match for me."

Just then, sand enveloped Kiba's whole body –definitely surprising him- and it formed a cocoon-like material that stored him inside –keeping him inside it. "Sand coffin." Gaara whispered, almost to himself, as he watched his creation float in the air.

Akamaru barked loudly as though he was giving his master some moral support for whatever that was happening to him inside the sand cocoon. The loudness of the barks that came from the canine brought Hinata to a state of semi-consciousness. She looked at Akamaru with half-lidded eyes as she struggled to hoist herself up from the cold floor. She winced in pain brought by the broken ribs and wounded lung, then she followed with her eyes the thing that Akamaru was barking at.

Realization hit her. Hinata's eyes widened with fear. "Kiba!" She knew what jutsu Gaara will use on her friend. She had seen and feared that jutsu when she was only twelve… when she first saw it executed at the Forest of Death.

That was… She stood up to her feet, unmindful of the pain on her side.

Then, everything started to play in slow motion.

"Des-"

Hinata felt her side with her palm as pain shot at her system. She couldn't let this get on her way because if she would let it, Kiba will…

"-ert-"

Hinata ran at her husband's direction despite the pain. She had to reach him in time… She had to…

Her hand reached out to the focused and determined Kazekage. "Gaara, stop!"

"-fune-"

Her weakened body collided with that of Gaara's. Without further ado, she pressed her lips on his and took his mouth in an open-mouthed kiss –consuming the last syllable between their lips and taking his mind out of his original task. Hinata closed her eyes and placed her small hands on his shoulders to support her, relief seeping into her mind. She has stopped Gaara… Kiba will live.

Hinata's tongue played inside his mouth and her lips constantly moved against his. Gaara, devoured by the sensation Hinata has delved him in, responded with her kiss with the same fire that she brought out to him. He was too into their heated kiss that he failed to notice that the sand coffin that he made for Kiba fell on the ground unfashionably and freed its supposed to be victim. He was also unmindful of the fact that his Shukaku part was disintegrating to form a heap of sand on the floor.

He wrapped his arms securely around her, keeping her body as close to him as possible. How Hinata could take his mind off from his cruel intentions, he did not know. What was clear to him right now was that Hinata possessed a power to dominate him… and he liked it because she was controlling him in ways that pleased him to the fullest.

As for Kiba, he stared at the couple who were too busy making out to notice him. His heart skipped some beats as the Hinata whom he thought was too innocent for her own good kissed Gaara like a pro. He felt tears sting on his eyes. Based on what he was seeing right now, he knew that he doesn't stand a chance to have her…

…In their next lifetime, maybe he won't be scared to tell her how he felt for her before Gaara could take her again.

Until then, he would have to wait.

Kiba smiled to himself as he patted Akamaru on the head. "Let's go. We don't have business here anymore." He said, still watching the couple as he let his heart break into thousands of pieces.

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