Rating: Written for Mature Readers due to sexual and violent situations.
Genre: Drama, Angst, Erotica, and Mystery.
Summary: Hinata struggles to cope with her shambling arranged marriage to Naruto Uzumaki and tries to find solace in an uncertain affair. Only to become a target for Naruto's growing Malice, Kyuubi.
AN: Treat this story as a mix between certain elements from Naruto universe and my own created AU. However, this fiction is unrelated to any story element from Naruto itself.
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Sitting alone on the straw mats near the hearth, Hinata clasped her knees together. Her gaze swept over the room. It was empty except for her and those lifeless things used to decorate the room perfectly. The fire crackled underneath the pot, and the boiling water bubbled up to the rough brim.
A dappled Kimono hung from the wooden stand at the corner, glowing red at the growing radiance of the burning fire. The seething water gurgled nosily, drowning out the dull chirping of the sleeping birds outside. The hushed wail of the wind didn't break her gaze or her troubled thoughts that brimmed her clear gray eyes with tears.
The open door drew in gentle draughts of air, throwing a few dying Sakura flowers at her feet. She picked one delicately between her fingers, thinking of the pink Kimono she wore at her wedding and the drought of love and wishes that followed. Naruto dashed all her carefully weaved passions to pieces. He didn't love her; he just pitied her love.
It was no kindred between them, just an obligation to bring the Hyuga and Uzumaki clans together so that they would prosper and flourish. They were dying clans with no one to carry on their family names, save for few heirs…like Hinata, like Naruto. It was a burden she had to bear. She had to yield to this responsibility. But she took it heartily, for she loved the blue eyed young man with ruffled blonde hair.
The sky kindled, coming alive with a monstrous sound. It was not enough to tear her from her muddled thoughts and the fears bubbling within her. Water slapped against the rock outside as the wind threw it onto the garden's floor. Sakura…Naruto loved her dearly. He spent her days with her, and sometimes his selfish nights.
Hinata wrapped her arms around herself as defeat convulsed her. How long had it been since he last touched her? She breathed rapidly, taking in shallow breaths. When was the last time he made her feel…loved? She couldn't remember. It had been three lonely years in this house as a dutiful wife.
Yet he talked so passionately, like an ardent lover, a lost wanderer about pink blossoms and green emeralds. She slapped her hands on the floor and lifted her frail body off the rough matt. Her feet shook as she walked limply towards the mirror. Looking at her reflection, Hinata unconsciously touched her reddened cheeks.
Am I…not beautiful? She asked herself, dabbing at the full swollen lips and tears around her eyes with her sleeve. Her long dark hair tumbled down on her shoulders as she pulled the hairpins out. They were black as night against her soft, white skin. She slowly opened the sash round her waist and slipped the kimono off her shoulders.
It pooled at her feet. Hinata stared blankly at the soft mounds adorned with peach nipples. She pulled at her underwear and let it slip down her legs, revealing a thatch of dark hair on her womanhood. Her creamy skin glowed…but her beautiful face remained undisturbed by any emotion. She was uncertain, unsure…she wasn't beautiful enough.
Her head hung in sadness as her lips trembled to let out another muffled sob. How could he look at her dreamily, when Naruto chased after someone else? She was an unlovely woman, and he was such a handsome young man whom every woman deeply desired. He made their hearts race like thirsty lovers. His red eyes made them feel helpless and lusty.
Hinata squeezed her eyes shut, evoking his countenance. She peered into his beautiful face long, searching for anything. But what could he possibly desire from her? The loved young prodigal son of Uchiha clan, Sasuke…he mocked her. She could tell.
Hinata's eyes fluttered open and her blurry vision focused on the woman denuded before her in the mirror. She was as unsure of herself as the day she lost her desires.
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AN: A short prologue of what's to come. It's not a simple Sasuke and Hinata lovey-dovey romance story. It has a lot of room for sinister developed and lust in general. Bear with me as I will take this forward steadily.