Thank you guys for the support. Although my (many) reviews are mostly positive, you guys have NO idea the amount of hate mail I get, especially for this story.

1. "wat da heck itachi is too old 4 hinata"
2. "mmkay nice story and all but rape is bad and u shudnt have added dat part."
3. "this is soooo OOC, itachi doesn't have dreams like dat."

Please. For God's sake this is FanFiction, and I'll be damned if I can't write whatever I please, even if it includes an older, sexy Itachi falling for sweet little Hinata-chan.

Rape. It happens. It's sick, horrible, and an offense. But it still happens. People get out of control of their emotions...don't get mad, just accept the facts.

Oh God! Come on! I don't care if you are the most well behaved man on this planet, ALL MEN HAVE WET DREAMS. (At least, at one point in their life.) And I'm not excluding women too. I know us females out there have had our share.

Okay, I need a hug. :(

Muchas gracias to:
HeartBrokenHinata, lil-lostii, EerieNightfall, ShadowOfAShinobi, winterkaguya, NotaPunk, Herm'N'Drake4ever, mitsukai-kusabana, Mitsukistar, saphire-drag0n, realityfling18, Riiiceballe, tsuki-hime93, Bobica Jordge, DarkUchihaHinata, and Shimlettes.

Sorry for the rant. Continue on! Enjoy!


Chapter 12

His head hurt. It really did. With great effort, he raised his head and arched his back. Evening. He must have slept all afternoon.

The guys must have been curious what was wrong with me...

Did...did whatever just happen...really happen?

No...impossible...but...

it felt so real...

He groaned inwardly. He needed to keep his composure. He hated this mixture of a thousand emotions inside of him, most of them churning and making him weak and lightheaded. He hated...loathed this feeling.

He made his way back the main camp, where he saw Hinata tirelessly cooking dinner while the men surrounded a fire, munching away.

"Hmph. You were out."

"You been feeling sick lately? We can take a check. It's not normal to feel that tired during the day."

"Mister Uchiha prodigy is down with the flu?"

"Maybe the little bastard is getting old."

A few men laughed. Itachi sat down and glared.

"Itachi-sensei, here is your dinner. I warmed it up again..." Hinata bent down, and served him. She held a bit a concern in her eyes, in the way her lips quivered slightly.

"Take me, Itachi-sensei."

He really needed to get these thoughts out of his head.

"Hmph." He said curtly. He couldn't be too nice to her, otherwise she might...find out. That would NOT be good.

Slightly taken by his rudeness, she walked back to the cooking area and prepared herself a small dinner.

The whole time, Itachi stared at his food, and wouldn't even glance in her direction. She felt so ignored, so unprivileged of something she wanted so badly...

Itachi-sensei...please...look at me...just a little is fine...

--

He is so...weird. Yesterday, he hugged me and thanked me sweetly for the blanket. Now, he doesn't even appreciate my dinner...

I've done something wrong, and he is angry at me. Maybe he doesn't like that blanket after all...

I really wish...it's selfish, but...I wish he could hold me again...

I've not felt the warmth of anyone...for awhile now...

He...he...he's perfect. So much better than I am. I am so inferior to him...

I am only his student...nothing more...

Dear Kami-sama...if I could have one wish...

Please...

Let him hold me again...

I would give anything...to feel his warmth...

--

Hinata sat by the lake, worried. Worried and upset, and felt very weak.

The Akatsuki men were very kind to her. They made sure she was well fed, had everything she needed, provided her with support...they made her stronger. She was very strong now, and she knew it. She could take out other ninja with little effort. Under the influence of these dangerous men, the delicate blossom became a sturdy plant. But...

It would never be enough...

Even when she was younger...no one showed her affection. Her father, sister, even her cousin never held her. Never kissed her forehead and said, "I love you Hinata-chan." She was so deprived of affections, and it seemed like the little things Itachi did drove her crazy. The little touches, the small friction when their skin touched...her heart would pound and her body would crave more. But it's selfish...

--

Itachi watched her. It was almost sunset, and by chance, he happened to find her in his mediation spot, right by the lake. He wondered if he would approach her, maybe ask her to leave so he could meditate. But suddenly, after 10 minutes of stalking her, he saw her burst into tears and quietly cry.

He didn't know what to do. The one time he had seen her cry was when she was very young, and still training. But ever since then, she had never cried, just as he instructed her to do, never show emotion. But he saw her little frame sobbing uncontrollably...he swiftly moved to her location.

--

"Hinata. Why are you crying." He was so matter of fact, disregarding the crying girl next to him.

She wouldn't speak. She continued to sob quietly.

"You need to tell me."

"Y-you...c-can't...help me..."

He lost his temper. Why the hell did she keep things away from him?!

"Tell me. Now."

She turned to him, her eyes welled up in tears.

It was a gift of Kami, he swore. The sunset's last beams of light shone upon the lake, and glistened a refection in the pools of her moist eyes. Her soft, delicate features suddenly became so apparent. I want to hold her...in my arms...protect her...

"Itachi-sensei...you w-wouldn't...understand..."

"I am a genius, Hinata-chan. I'm pretty sure I can." Her head was bent low, afraid to look at him now.

"I...I'm...l-lonely..." She said, barely above a whisper.

He couldn't believe what he heard. He didn't have time, nor the actual sense to process what he was about to do. He grabbed her roughly and pushed his body onto hers, forcing her into a passionate kiss. His fingers felt the drying tears on her cheeks. Yes...this feels...so real...this isn't a dream...

"You stupid girl." He whispered, right next to her ear.

"You have no idea...how long I've craved you..." He touched her shoulders, feeling every part of her, kissing her neck. He wanted to cherish this sweet, priceless moment. He had to savour it.

"Do you honestly know...my fantasies? What I've wanted?" He whispered huskily, his hot breath against her lips.

"Kami...how long...I've had to wait..." He was quickly removing her blouse, kissing her frantically, all along her collarbone.

"You've tortured me, Hinata-chan..." She was naked underneath him, and he was removing his clothing.

"Let me...hold you..." He whispered, realizing she was about to faint with his lusty behavior, and he let her rest her head against his chest.

"Itachi-sensei...I'm a little...cold..." She said, snuggling up close to him. I'm not afraid of you, Itachi-sensei...I'm...perfectly content. I've never been loved like this...in my whole life...

He held her close, brushing the tips of his fingers with her beautiful long hair, he could feel her delicate eyelashes rest on his neck, tickling him. He closed his eyes, and honestly, he couldn't imagine something so warm cuddled next to him. He gently opened his eyes and found her fast asleep against his chest.

Kami-sama...if this is a dream...please...don't let it end...

And both of them secretly prayed for the same wish.