Forbidden Love Has a Whole New Meaning – Part Three

Author: I was honestly not going to finish this but because some of you have asked I decided why not. This is everyone's last shot. If you can figure out why they can't be together I will dedicate my time in writing a story by your choice. It can be anything you want with any character. Anyways enjoy. I DO NOT OWN anything. If I did I would have never turned Sasuke gay and I wouldn't have been such a sexist pig and would have made the Kunoichi kick butt.

"The secret to getting away with lying is believing with all your heart, that goes for lying to yourself even more so than lying to another." - Elizabeth Bear

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I shouldn't love him

I shouldn't ache for his touch

I shouldn't…but I do, God do I do.

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Time has passed. The feel of her skin on my fingertips is still there but at the same time it's not. I dream about her perhaps to the extent that it should be considered as an obsession. It's difficult to control myself especially now that I hardly see her. I try not to think about it, about us. It's easier to pretend not to love her than to do so and be unable to have her.

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They have come. She's here again. I try not to look but my eyes involuntarily shift towards hers. My fingers twitch with the need to touch her. When I catch her eyes I let a small smirk grace my lips but nothing more.

"Why don't we head to the patio," calls Mikoto.

"Good idea what do you say Hiashi," asks Fugaku.

"Why not, and we can play a round of monopoly while we are at it." Says Hiashi while grabbing a small box and heading out.

I stuff my hands into my pockets for fear that I may allow myself to succumb to my desire. She sits across her parents. I can't help but to take the seat next to hers. I don't miss the way she stiffens at my proximity.

Soon the pieces are set and we are all taking turns. Her mother and mine leave to the kitchen while we continue to play.

"You know you have a great daughter Hiashi," remarks Fugaku before setting his piece on the table.

She blushes at the compliment.

"Thanks, but yours are great to. I mean look at Itachi already working as chief of Konoha police and he's only what, twenty-one. Not to mention Sasuke here." Remarked Hiashi with such pride and affection one would think he was talking about his own children.

"You know, I love my kids and to be honest I can't see anyone good enough for my boys. The same goes for your daughter. I don't think there is any guy out there that would be good enough for Hinata." Fugaku said this as he gave Hinata a warm smile.

"Want to hear something crazy?"

"What?"

"I know this is going to sound weird but wouldn't it have been great if our kids could get together."

At this remark he couldn't help his eyes shift to hers. He could see her shift uncomfortably refusing to meet his eyes.

"That's not crazy at all. I was thinking the same thing. I mean I seriously think Sasuke would be great with Hinata. They could have been so perfect for each other."

He watched as a small shade of red creped onto her cheeks. The sight makes him want to take her into his arms and kiss her but he resists. Instead he places his knuckles near his face to hide his expression while pretending to contemplate his next move.

"Yeah, it's just too bad."

Neither of the two noticed how he and Hinata exchanged glances.

"Not, to mention I wouldn't mind having you as an in law."

After that no one else spoke for the remainder of the game.

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He watched her escape from the fuss. He followed her to the bottom of the staircase.

"Hinata," he called. He watched her stiffen at the call of her name.

"Don't," she said.

While I know what she means I can't help but disagree. I make a grab for her hand but she pulls away as if my touch burns her and it leaves me with an unpleasant feeling.

"Please," I find myself begging. I would never beg to anyone but her. She is my exception.

"You know that we can't." He knows that she is right but that doesn't mean he has to be okay with it. Her comment causes him to grip the railing turning his knuckles a shade lighter.

"I missed you," he finds himself admitting. He watches as her resolve crumbles and she turns. Her eyes are a shade darker and he can tell that she trying desperately not to cry. He moves closer and cups her face. "I love you," I say. She smiles in response before she kisses me.

I love her

I love him

But we shouldn't

But we can't

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Time has passed it is like liquid that slips from our fingertips. I am no longer the little boy I once was. I am no longer ignorant. I have pushed my feelings aside because feelings can only get in the way. To encourage such affection can only cause pain and that is a weakness that I cannot afford.

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He has met someone. She's not Hinata but perhaps that's a good thing. Her name is Sakura. She is beautiful and she is faithful. She loves him he knows. Does he love her? Does it matter? She does what he asks and doesn't expect anything in return.

Hinata, the name alone used to haunt him. Now, it's like a distant memory. It's been years since he last saw her. He wonders how she is. Is she happy? Has she moved on? Perhaps it's best not to think of such things.

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"Sasuke-kun, guess what? Your mom says I should spend Christmas with your family. It will be our first Christmas together right?" she asks.

"Hn," he responds. His eyes turn away to look at the sky. From the looks of the clouds it's going to rain soon. At this thought he turns towards his car. They climb inside and head home.

He reaches the house and is surprised to find a few unknown cars in front. He dismisses them when it begins to rain. Sakura runs ahead. They enter the house. He is shocked by what he sees. It's Hiashi.

"Sasuke, my boy, how are you?" he asks.

"It's been a while." His stomach begins to churn because he knows that if Hiashi is here it can only mean one thing. She was here to.

I don't love her

I don't love him

Maybe, if I continue to say it…just maybe it will come true.

I don't love him. But why don't I believe it?

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"Sasuke," she says. There she is in all her glory. His breath comes in short and he can feel everything freeze as he takes her in. It's almost like he was seeing her for the first time all over again but this time he would make sure not to fall.

"Hinata." One word, six letters, but the hardest thing to say. His throat is dry and he knows he shouldn't want to kiss her, touch her but it's there. The feelings are there but he squashes them. They stare at one another as though they are trying to recall a former time and place.

"Sasuke-kun?" The voice breaks them both from their trance. He turns to see Sakura watching him with a curious look in her eyes. He doesn't acknowledge the look. Instead he turns back to find Hinata watching Sakura with unreadable eyes. It isn't until that moment that he realizes that she has grown since the last time he saw her.

"Sakura, meet Hinata. Hinata meet my girlfriend Sakura."

Love is a burden

Love doesn't exist at least for me it doesn't.

I will not love another

I will not love another

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It hurts

It hurts so much

"Hinata meet my girlfriend Sakura," he says.

Before he has even spoken the words I already know. I know, and it hurts. I'm envious. I'm envious to the point that I can feel my heart clench. He turns to me and I know he's watching for my reaction but I won't give him what he wants. I won't let him see how the simple admission is destroying me. I want to cry, scream anything to show my frustration but I don't. Instead I smile. I smile at them both.

"It's nice to meet you," I find myself saying. I'm not happy but I'll pretend. I'll pretend it doesn't hurt.

I'm happy for him

I'm happy…I'm content

Really I am…it's just

Being content is the same as being happy right?

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She has to force herself to sit and watch as a girl that isn't her is displaying her love for Sasuke something that she will never be able to. She knows she shouldn't hate the girl but it's there. The feeling is there and it won't go away. She wants him more than life itself but she can't.

"Oh, isn't Sasuke-kun so sweet," comments Sakura as she shows off an expensive necklace.

She can't help but choke back her biting words and opts to smile instead. She doesn't dare look him in the eye. If she does she knows that she will crumble and that's something she can't afford to do.

"Can you believe it? We've been together for what almost a year."

"Really," I try hard to be enthusiastic but the more I see them together the more I want to crawl into a whole. When they link hands my smile turns a little tighter.

Just don't kiss in front of me, I beg inside my head. If they kiss I know that I won't be able to bear it.

"Sasuke-kun, never mentioned you. Can you tell me about yourself? Ooh can you tell me some funny stories on Sasuke."

I smile because I know if I say something it will come out choked with a half sob. I bide my time by taking a sip of my soda.

"There isn't much to tell," I respond with another smile before excusing myself.

It doesn't matter

Does it bother her?

It shouldn't

It shouldn't

We finally leave the café without incident. I'm hoping against everything that it will all be over soon and I can make a quick retreat. Simply watching them is excruciating. Just when I think that I just might make it. I just might make it with the remaining fragments of my heart. Then it happens.

They kiss and I can feel the remaining shards shatter into smaller fragments. I can feel the unmistakable feeling in my throat. The tears are coming and I know this time I won't be able to stop them.

"I'll see you later you two." I call out. I turn before they can see my tears. I practically run because I can't stop from shaking. I know that I have to leave. I just have to.

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He watched her leave. Part of him had wanted to tell Sakura to leave so that he could be with her if only for one last time. When he saw her shocked look he felt guilt gnaw at him. He had told himself long ago that he didn't love her. Even now he desperately wanted that to be true.

When Sakura kissed him he had secretly thought about her. He wanted to kiss her, touch her but he held himself back but when he saw her depart he couldn't stop himself. He gave Sakura some excuse about wanting to spend time with Hinata. Something about catching up on old times. She didn't question him and wished him a good night.

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He watched her go into the club and followed after her. There was something he needed to say. Something that he felt that needed to be said.

He watched her as she went in and went straight to the bar. He desperately wanted to hold her. He moved towards her and watched her down a drink. It made him pause because this wasn't the same girl as before. This wasn't the Hinata he fell in love with.

His moment of indecision was enough for him to lose sight of her. When he saw her again he found her dancing with some random guy. The sight made his blood run cold. He watched her as she let this random person hold her and kiss her neck. His fists tightened at his side. The feeling that consumed him made him throw reason out the window. Before he knew what he was doing he was in front of them. He pulled her away. He didn't miss the way her eyes widened in shock but he did miss the telling signs that she had been crying. At the moment all he could see was red. He pulled her towards him and kissed her. He kissed her the way he always wanted to. She resisted which only caused him to pull her in tighter. His lips crashed with hers forcing his tongue between her lips. He heard her squeak but he didn't stop. He was angry and something else he refused to acknowledge.

It wasn't until she gave him a final hard shove that he stopped. He watched her wipe her mouth with the back of her hand. "What the fuck Sasuke," she spat.

"I should be asking you that?!" He yelled back. When she did nothing but glare he turned. He took a hold of her wrist and began to drag her away from the dance floor. She pulled and attempted to pry her fingers against his grip.

"Sasuke stop!" she yelled.

He didn't stop until they were in the back hidden from the crowd. With one swift move he pinned her against the wall. He breathed in her delicious smell before her kissed her again. This time she punched him in the face. He turned to her and glared. He would have kissed her again had he not seen her tears. When she began to cry, his anger disappeared.

"Hinata," he called to her. He had hurt her.

"Stop, just please stop," she begged.

"I can't," it was true. No matter what he told himself he was still in love with her.

"You, fucking asshole. Why are you doing this to me?" The way she said that made his heart ache to hold her. She held her face in her hands. The silent tears continued to escape her eyes.

"I'm sorry," there was nothing he could say that could fix or change anything.

"You have her. So why? Why are you doing this to me?"

The way she said this made him want to take her and run. To take her somewhere were only the two of them existed and nothing else.

"She's not you." It was true no matter how hard he tried to forget he couldn't.

They said nothing for a while. They both stood there unable to stop the pain.

"You kissed her," she finally said. Her words were soft but he heard them nonetheless. The sorrow written on her face caused his eyes to soften.

At her words he pulled her hands away and forced her to look at him. He stared at her wanting nothing more than for her to know how he felt. "But, I'm in love with you."

He watched as her walls slowly crumbled and this time when he kissed her, she kissed him back.

Just for tonight

Just for tonight

She will be mine

He will be mine

This will be the last time

This will be the last time

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His hands comb through her long black her. Long strands of black hair slip from long masculine fingers. Small delicate hands run through short black strands. As gasp leaves feminine lips as another pair brush against the skin of her pale smooth neck. Her nails scrape against his skull before landing on her broad shoulders. He hisses when she moves to wrap long smooth legs around his waist. His crotch grazes her stomach causing him to groan. Her nails trail his back leaving long pink lines. The sensation is both painful and wonderfully thrilling. His bites cause pleasurable sensations to go down her spine. They shouldn't, not now not ever but it's too late. It's much too late.

Kiss me

Touch me

Love me

Love me

Love only me

Love only me

His lips are soft. His kisses are both drugging and tantalizing. His tongue sweeps against the seams of her lips. She gasps when his fingers caress her inner thighs. She sighs when his lips linger on her flesh. She loves him, she loves him and it hurts. His tongue invades her mouth. Her own tongue comes out to play. Their lips press and caress while their tongues dance. Their movements are both aggressive and gently. Aggressive because their actions are desperate. Aggressive because they know that this is all they have and gentle…

Gentle because he loves her. He loves her more than anything in this world. He wants her. All of her. He wants to memorize, he never wants to stop. He loves her too much. He is too selfish to let her go because she already belongs to someone. She belonged to him the moment he fell for her and he belonged to her long before he knew what he felt.

Don't stop

I can't stop

I love you

I won't let you go

So don't-never stop

I love you and you belong to me

Her skin tingles under his touch. She trembles when his fingers trace her lips. She yearns when he trails her curves and pleads when he takes her. He kisses her and god does she taste wonderful. He touches and caresses wishing he could always do this. Wishing that this was not the last time. Imagining that this is their life not some dream that will end. He kisses her and knows that if the choice was between touching her and heaven he will always choose her.

He will love her and only her.

His tongue invades her mouth and he taste her sweat mouth. He tastes what he knows should be his. He tugs on her shirt to reveal her smooth unmarred skin. His tongue and lips trail her skin and he is careful to take his time. He feels her hand tug his hair. He looks up and finds her staring at him in a way that he knows he has already lost his sanity. For if he were to ever leave her he would lose himself because to be without her would be insane.

Her hands are attentive and bold. He lets her touch him where she pleases. He grasps and touches the contours of his chest and shoulders. She kisses him before she lets her hands trail down. At first she touches softly. His finger nails scrape the outer fabric. The single touch causes him to shudder. He kisses her nape before sucking that bit of flesh. The action causes her grasp his bulge. He kisses but never stops his actions. His actions make her boulder. She unzips his pants. She digs her hand inside. She gasps at the feel of his length against her skin. He stills letting her set the tempo.

It doesn't take long before they are both naked in front of each other. He pulls her legs apart. Her sudden shyness causes a smile to grace his lips.

You're beautiful

They move in synchronization. Their sweat mixes together. He kisses and caresses her. The small nubs of her breast graze his chest with every thrust. Their fluids mix and he can feel her walls squeeze him. The sensation of both her mouth on his neck and her slippery walls consume him. All that matters is her and nothing else.

We shouldn't

Yes, we shouldn't

It's wrong

Don't say that

It is wrong, you know it is.

It's not wrong. It can't be

But it is.

It's not…it's not because I love you. So, don't say that. Never say that.

She has left. I wonder how much time will pass until I see her again. I know it was supposed to be the last time but…

Sakura is here. That should be enough. It is. It should be.

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She's pregnant, Sakura is. It wasn't supposed to happen but it did. I won't-I can't leave her not now. This is how it should be. I should forget but I can't.

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She's getting married. Hinata, my Hinata is getting married. The news comes in the form of an invitation. I shouldn't be shocked but I am. I shouldn't think about her. Especially now that Sakura is pregnant with my child but I can't help it. It should have been me. It should have been us.

It's not fair. It doesn't matter. It's never mattered.

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She is beautiful. There she is. God, she's beautiful. It's not fair. It should be me. It should be me.

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I can't have her

I can't have him

Why?

It's not fair.

Why, am I in love with someone I can't have?

Why, am I in love with someone I can't have?

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There are so many dresses, so many flowers, and so many decisions. I should be excited but I'm not. I just want to get this over with.

I'm wearing the ring now. It feels heavy on my finger. I try not to think of what ring I would rather be wearing or what it would have looked like if he had picked it. Instead I smile at my fiancé and pretend everything is fine.

Time flies by and I think that maybe now I can move on. It helps that he loves me. He loves me so much so it's okay. The other feelings will fade away so I shouldn't think shouldn't feel pain..

I don't think that I feel any pain anymore and I think that perhaps I have become accustomed. Perhaps I cannot feel because I have become numb.

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I'm getting married today. His name is Kiba. He's sweet. He loves me very much. It's enough.

It's enough…it has to be.

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Everyone is here. My eyes involuntary sweep the church but I try not to think of the reason why. I tell myself that I'm not looking if he's here. He doesn't matter all that matters is that I'm getting married today and soon I'll be Mrs. Inuzuka.

The song begins to play and my fingers begin to tremble. My body begins to shake. The unease makes my stomach churn. I take deep breaths and tell myself it's going to be okay. Everything will be fine.

I make my way to the front. My father is there and he has the largest grin I have ever seen. He's happy for me so for him I smile. My smile is wide because this is how it should be.

I take a deep breath and I begin to walk. I see familiar faces. My family and friends are there. As I walk I begin to think that everything will be alright. My smile starts to become genuine and then I see him. He's standing there with her. His hand is holding hers and I can't help my heart from twisting. My smile disappears but my eyes don't shift. It only takes one look I know he can break me again. The feelings are there and I know it should be him that I marry but it's not. It will never be us up there.

I turn away. I turn away because I know if I stare any longer I'll run. I turn because I refuse to let my resolve crumble. I won't turn and run. I won't let my emotions show.

It's too late. Without my consent small droplets begin to fall. My father sees and pats my hand. He thinks that my tears are from joy. I respond with a forced laugh and half smile but the tears don't stop.

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"If there is anyone here opposed to this union let them speak now or forever hold their peace." At his words the room becomes silent. I hold back my breath afraid that he will say something. My palms begin to sweat and I fear it will be me who stands instead. I clench my fist. No, I tell myself. You will be happy. He's good to you. You will learn to love him.

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It's over

No, don't

It's done

Don't say that

It's too late

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My fists clench. I want to scream the words stop, you can't have her but the small hand inside mine stops me. Part of me is screaming for me to run up there and take her away. To take her somewhere far away from here but then I remember what she said all those months ago.

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When I fist received the invitation my instinct was to burn it. To throw it away and never look at it again. A part of me knows that I'm not thinking straight but I don't care. I take my car and go. I don't stop until I reach her place. When I do, I stop in front of her door afraid that no matter what I say it won't change anything.

I knock and wait.

After the second she answers the door. Her eyes turn wide and she looks afraid.

"What are you doing here?" she asks.

I don't answer at first because again I'm trying to think of what to say. It is then that I realize there is something I can say but it's hard, it's difficult.

"Run away with me?" The words rush out and I could swear that I can hear my heart thump. My hand is gripping the door frame but I don't care. Nothing matters right now all that matters is her answer.

When she doesn't say anything I begin to feel claw at my insides.

She hesitates. She opens her mouth to speak but doesn't say anything. I can see the indecision written across her face. She wants to say something but she can't-or wont.

"I-," she tries. This time when she looks at him he can finally see the despair he felt when he read the note. "Sasuke, I can't."

He ignores the stab of pain he feels at her answer. "Why?" he presses. He knows why but he wants her to say it.

Anger sparks in her eyes. "You know why we can't. My father-our families would never forgive us. You know that! Do you even know what you're saying? I can't-WE can't!"

"I love you," his words are soft and pleading. He wants to shake her until she understands.

She softens at his words, "I love you too." She sounds tired maybe so is he.

"We can leave. Go somewhere. Anywhere, we can do it."

Her shoulders sag at his words. "Do you know what you're asking?"

He flinches because he knows what she means. By asking her to run away he was telling her to give up the one thing she has always wanted. Even when she was younger all she wanted was her father's approval. It wasn't until recently that she finally got her wish. She had become the pride and joy of her father but if she left. If she left with him she would also have to throw that away. Her father would never be able to look at her again. She would have to say goodbye to anyone who did not approve. So would he. His father, mother, brother they would all hate him, hate her.

He turns away because there is nothing that he could say that would make it alright. He feels tired and perhaps he thinks he should have never come. But before he leaves he needs to know. He has to know, "do you love him?" The words are bitter and leave a fowl taste but he has to know.

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It's over

Don't

It's done

It can't be

There is nothing left

I can't accept that

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"I know pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride,"

Just like that it was over. She was no longer Hinata Hyuga, she was now Hinata Inuzuka. He turns away. Its over there is nothing left. It is done.

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I love you

I love you

I love you so much

I love only you

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AN: Okay! Part 3 finished. Okay everyone this is your last shot to guess. So far awesome guesses but no one has it right.

NO its not because Hinata was engage. Remember its something that has prevented them from being together since they were kids.

NO it has nothing. NOTHING to do with Itachi

NO its not because they are cowards.

NO its not because I'm mean.

NO it has nothing to do with pride.

NO to an arranged marriage

NO to them being siblings…

AGAIN this is your LAST chance. Whoever guesses right can request a story to be written in their honor with any pairing and any situation/plot with or without lemon!