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Scissors, Paper, Stone	By : LilMonk Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 6541 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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'The name engraved on your heart is the one you will fall for.' -Raj Malhotra, [Mohabbatein]
Disclaimers: Masashi Kishimoto owns Naruto. I only own this piece of fanfiction.
A/N: A good song to go with this chapter would be 'Julia’s piano solo’ from Final Fantasy VIII. Thank you all for the reviews, and for putting up with my experimenting.
In the previous chapter, the truth Hinata alluded to was not really about saving Sasuke’s life, but why she was really so reluctant to consummate her marriage with Sasuke. The last thing she needs is to destroy her husband's pride. Plus, he’s not entirely the forgiving sort for this kind of matter, when their dynamics aren’t exactly rock-solid, and their understanding of each other isn’t that deep.
Paper overwhelms Stone
Dark clouds were amassing overhead.
She was almost done anyway. Dusting stray bits of leaf off a threadbare, faded lavender wraparound dress fastened with a sash, a tired woman rose to her feet. Hefting up the basket heaped with blossoms, Uchiha Hinata decided to stop by and thank the elderly couple for allowing her access to these flowers that would make a refreshing beverage, when boiled.
Ah well, her husband would be missing dinner tonight, but he had promised to be back by suppertime. They could share a hot mug of unsweetened tea, while re-arguing over the latest issue: whether an only child should have a sibling. Hinata did not mind adopting an orphan, but Sasuke was staunchly against outsiders. He said it wasn’t necessary, whereupon she wryly remarked that unless he wanted to do the honours... it had been delightful to see the normally calm and collected man blush.
Hopefully it would be more pleasant than the last one, which had nearly turned into a shouting match. Her husband's pride and temper was absolutely insufferable at times, making her doubly grateful that Tsunade had agreed to conceal the truth she couldn't hide two years ago.
In their last argument, Sasuke had insisted she stick to B-Class missions, nothing more dangerous. Her reply? It wasn’t fair for him to be running around on A- and S-Class missions, while telling her to restrict herself. After another ten minutes of heated disagreement going around in circles, he finally grabbed her by the shoulders and in a voice of barely-restrained fury, told her that there should at least be one responsible parent since he wasn't the right material.
For a moment, she had thought he was going to hit her. Such self-deprecating words from his lips grieved her, especially when he reminded her of a past he was still struggling with. Embracing the man, he responded in kind with a kiss to the forehead. This was very much a pattern between the couple. Whenever one was troubled, the other would offer the solace of just being there.
Sasuke would have repeated nightmares he refused to comment about, and she would hold him until the tormented look on haggard features had subsided. In turn, whenever her spouse saw her huddled in one corner of a room hugging herself, he would carefully rouse her out of that trance-like state and carry her into their bedroom. Although neither party knew exactly what the other was suffering from, their bond was strengthened just by lying together on cool sheets, legs intertwined and arms wrapped around each other, resembling two halves of an oyster shell.
By not trying to pry, enriched understanding made essential silences a comfortable part of their lives. Abstaining from sex had made it even better, since both adults had acknowledged not being interested in such a manner with each other. Hinata did not regret conspiring with and acceding her place as clan leader to Hanabi. Her tempestuous sister's spirit would have been thoroughly shattered, if she had been demoted to the Branch House.
I can never tell you that to be in my place, is to be torn between the heart and mind... Especially when I should be despising and hating what I want, but I can't...
Whenever black looked into white, there was a similarity one noticed in the other... The nerve-shredding ache became unbearable whenever the secret(s) causing their separate private agonies could not be repressed, bleeding into consciousness and depleting everything else around it of joy.
She wondered about the source of utter desolation defining his outlook, apart from an obsession with seeking revenge. Somehow, it reminded her of her younger years, when she had been fixated with Naruto but over time, seeing his unwavering dedication to Sakura... life had become more endurable, as the intensity of her own unreciprocated adoration lessened. To see him happy... it eased the hurt. Bring married to Sasuke did nothing to alleviate uneasy guilt towards the pink-haired woman. Furthermore, looking at her husband was pain and pleasure at the same time, a stark reminder of what she had but couldn't possess. It was not Sasuke, which the gnawing abyss overwhelming her at times yearned for so despairingly-

Itachi. That one night with him had left her more internally fractured than she could have surmised, and there was no one she could tell. Yes, she yearned for him. If she told anyone what had transpired, would they think she had been raped and abused too repeatedly by a man and was suffering Stockholm Syndrome, because of being made to please him? It was a question she had asked herself, many times over the years. That night could have been a lot worse for her, but Itachi had refrained from doing so. As a result, she had been snared, emotionally and mentally.

And there was simmering anger, tampered down but unstemmed by an unresolved belief. She could not tell if it was irrational or helpful. Why had she been sexually inexperienced, before that night with him? Damn the age-old chauvinistic traditions and beliefs allowing unmarried men to bed as many women as they please, and be admired as men for doing so, while a woman who lost her virginity before marriage was frowned upon and viciously gossiped about! Perhaps having some sexual experience prior to being fucked by him would have lessened the impact he made upon her, and she could have gotten over him with time if so, but she had no experience to confirm or refute this belief.

Plums were her favourite fruit. The scent of their flowers had captured her as a child, just as he had captured her as a blossoming woman all those years ago. The yearning for him at times was so heavy and fierce, it was painful enough to make her curl into a ball and lie on the futon. She knew it was not the physical pleasures being the cause of such pain. And she wanted to be free of such pain. But she had responsibilities...
No. She wouldn't think about it. There was no use in half-baked fancies and impossible illusions. Snapping out of her reverie, she became aware once more of the clustered trees that loomed over her on either side of the gravel path. Buoyed by habit, she had forgotten to take a detour and find the elderly couple, being more than halfway back to Konohagakure.
Turning around, the somewhat distracted woman absently retook in the sight of everything around her. Weak filtered rays streamed through gaps in the leafy canopy, casting untouched places in a more forbidding light. Pale green grass, darker green bushes, deep brown wood, black immobility, hauntingly refined familiar- familiar impassiveness?
Staring at that expressionless face, blood rapidly drained from her cheeks. It could not be! Unblemished tanned skin over high cheekbones, three shadowy flames encircling a central black pupil smoldering like a heated brazier, the shapeless dark cloak that blended in with raven hair bound back in a loose ponytail... an inflectionless voice spoke her name.
"Hinata.
It was hard to think properly. She needed space. Taking one step back, then another, and another... Hyūga Hinata panicked and fled.
~*~*~*~
She was fast, but he was quicker. After constantly racing against Kisame during basic training for maintenance of high stamina, it wasn’t too hard to outpace and intercept her. She was not making it easy for him, as they exchanged a flurry of hand-to-hand blows. Oddly enough, she wasn’t using the specialised techniques of her bloodline. Trying to stop her didn’t really work. Being forced to slam her against a tree had the desired effect. Relaxing at her apparent surrender, he walked towards her.
One hand shot forward, aimed for the center of his chest.
His forearm flew up to deflect her wrist.
Her blow halted halfway between their bodies.
Both stared at the mildly shaking hand, whereby intense concentration of deadly chakra had just vanished.
I can't... I almost... The strike had never landed, but it was as if she was the one who had been wounded. Inexplicable pain in her chest nearly made her dizzy.
Glaring into fearful white eyes in a distressed face, Itachi was furious. During a key gathering, Deidara had recently commented that perhaps the third-ranked Akatsuki member was not totally dedicated to the organization. That was before hinting that his clay birds had not been used for proper spying purposes, eversince a certain person had abandoned Orochimaru. After that meeting, diverting his attention with a shadow replication, Itachi then tricked Sasori’s partner into accidentally making eye contact with him. His tortured shrieks had satisfied him enough not to kill anyone that week. Unfortunately, he couldn’t disagree with the bastard.
"What. Do. You. Think. You're... doing?
She was not looking at him. After she had begun infringing on his consciousness instead of remaining in the occasional dream, he knew something had to be done. Killing her was not an option. For all he knew, Sasuke could be a lousy parent (or at least that was what he told himself). Finally seeking her out, he knew what he wanted to do. The reaction however, was anything but anticipated. Why was she afraid of him?
“I-I have to bring these home to make Sasuke his favourite drink-"
Breaking off fearfully as one hand relentlessly swatted the basket out of her hands, chrysanthemum flowers scattered across the ground. Shrinking back against the gnarled trunk, she surmised from the way the man was staring visual daggers at her now, he would rather be knocking off either hers or his little brother's head. Please, don't make this any more difficult than it already is...
"Answer me. And don’t mention that weakling.”
Biting scorn in his tone infuriated her. What did he know? He’d never seen the ANBU squad member in action during missions, the mix of firmness and easy affection he lavished on their child, or the depths of strength he lent as solace to fellow friends such as Sakura. Snapping back edgily, she was too aware of the nearness, the body heat of her lo- Brother-in-law.
"You’re not being fair. He happens to be my husband, whom I respect and admire."
“True, when he only slept with you for breeding purposes, and then stayed away to make you think otherwise."
The insult burned like a brazier. Eyes narrowing and mouth contorting into an ugly gnash betraying a mixture of hurt and anger, she tried to slap him, only to have him counter the move. Grabbing her other wrist as well, he moved closer. Her shortness of breath was now due to entirely different reasons. At the last moment before their lips met however, Hinata turned her head away.
"Why?
Seeing nothing with her open eyes, she was amazed at how calm her reply sounded.
"Because I am married to him. Not you."
No response. The thrilling feel of warm lips against her throat was all too familiar, bringing back repressed memories. Closing her eyes and fighting for some semblance of self-control, she was unable to resist when they met her lips that parted instinctively, allowing his tongue to enter and play with hers. That did not distract her from the sound of tearing cotton.
Looping her arms about his neck as she kissed him back with increasing fervour, Hinata was dimly aware of roving hands removing the ribbon binding her hair into a bun, one hand now slipping between the edges of her dress to stroke the inner smoothness of a naked thigh- Restraint was crumbling fast. Her conscience was paralysed by indecision.
"Stop."
Pausing, he whispered back against her lips
"Why should I?"
"Not here..."
Pulling back, he gazed at the woman in his arms. Something akin to triumph appeared in blood-red eyes, as they took in the sight of a look full of undisguised yearning and hazy pleasure. Observing loose tendrils spilling randomly over slim shoulders, kiss-reddened lips and the expanse of exposed skin teasing of what lay under the ruined neckline... He didn't want to hear Sasuke's name any more, or remember the night(s) spent imagining her beneath that pathetic brother. It was bitter soreness he would gladly purge.
Lifting her up in his arms, she rested her head against his shoulder as they left for a more private space.
~*~*~*~
The abandoned cottage was still there. Bearing his welcome burden inside and kicking shut the door with one smooth movement, he set her down on her feet. Looking about curiously, she noted the raised platform for a shallow sleeping dais at one end, a hole in one corner of the roof, musty sunlight falling at random spots- Lean fingers cupped a delicately tapering chin, bringing fascinated attention back to him.
“I-I don’t agree with your definition of fairness."
"Then show me yours."
~*~*~*~
Her definition was more like torture.
And he had missed being tortured by her, too many times to count, the resultant aches always leaving him most painfully hollow in an undefined part of his chest.
Tiptoeing dainty fingertips across firm pectorals and smooth muscle down to the navel, lightly planting random kisses over his nude torso, those faintly luminous eyes twinkled with mischief as the naked woman straddling him shifted downwards, until her head was level with the juncture of his thighs. Her obvious intentions made his mouth and throat dry. However, Itachi couldn’t stop the green-eyed monsters of jealousy from taunting.
"I've only done this once with you, so pardon my inexperience..."
Hinata wanted to taste him again. With him, something sparked off spontaneity and boldness but with her husband, it was somehow more nerve-wracking. Closing her fingers about the semi-hard length of his arousal and running a gentle grip up and down a few times experimentally, glossy hair tickled his hips and thighs as she put her lips to the tip. Sliding forward to take half of it into her mouth, soft-serve ice-cream was her inspiration. Taking tentative licks and varying the length of the strokes made his entire body as taut as a drawn bow.
Withdrawing a bit further, cool fingers continually rubbed thin skin, spreading dampness all along the exposed surface to mimic the aftermath of penetration. Then she began concentrating on the last one-third of his burgeoning erection, as if sucking syrup off her favourite dessert dango.
Head thrown back in partial abandon and trying not to rock his hips against the cause of this maddening frustration, curling fingers sank into rumpled cloth. Her persistance with such sensual ministrations severely tested the icy facade he had erected about himself, and was too- The end result of waging a losing battle was a guttural groan.
"Stop..."
Secretly delighting in the power of being able to make him plead, watching the play of shrinking restraint warring with raw need across handsome impassiveness... the headiness was akin to being drunk. She was not cruel enough to refuse his request, so she complied. Crawling upwards until she was straddling his pelvis, spreading her thighs wider on each side, Hinata settled. Ever. So. Slowly… Familiarly... Over him.
Dark indigo strands rested against ribs and corded muscle. Leaning forward until her lips hovered above the mild tan of an exposed throat, she went about turning him into mindless hubris. Nipping and sucking at a particularly sensitive area----where skin covered a prominent jugular vein----made closed lids fly open at wild recklessness flooding his body. Extremely forceful clenching, then flexing of pelvic muscles induced a sharp bucking motion of his hips, the sudden jolt burying throbbing fullness within unprotected sensitivity.

Ihavemissedyousomuch- She had to bite her lip to stop any revealing exclamations of pleasure, wincing as her teeth penetrated thin tissue. Deliberately lifting herself off him completely so unsatisfied yearning was left to simmer... she was thoroughly enjoying herself.
The difficult combination of naughty child and enthralling enchantress… he had missed her so much. It had gone on long enough. Grabbing one slender arm, with a lithe twist and forceful motion of his body, Hinata found herself lying beneath him instead, legs splayed on either side of his. Inhaling in surprise, breathing was suspended as she saw bare emotion in that usually impassive countenance.
It was gone so swiftly, she wasn’t sure if it was due to an overactive imagination but that possibility made her feel... light-hearted. Propping herself up on one elbow and caressing the right underside of his jaw with her left hand, she snapped her teeth at him like a playful dolphin. He reciprocated with wry amusement and a similarly mischievous action, which she shrank away from teasingly.
Then his mouth descended over hers as he pushed her back down against his cloak, hands sliding beneath soft flesh to cup her butt cheeks, as her knees enclosed his body. He tasted the alluring mixture of blood, salt and capitulation. Clasping her closer, slim fingers caressed the nape of his neck, as he gave in to what would not be vocally expressed. In his mind, she had been sanctified as some elusive ethereal myth in a long absence, and he needed to shatter the dangerous dream by defiling her again. Losing himself within the welcoming depths of soul-scorching rapture, she was all he was aware of.
Ensnared by fierce kisses and conceding to the animalistic rhythm he was setting while moulding the sinuous pressure of her body against his, there was nothing tender about his actions, but she didn’t mind. It was as if someone had shocked her out of sleepwalking and back into life. At this point, she needed this man with desperation equal to the strange fever that currently consumed him.
"Itachi..." came the barely uttered sigh, as she gave in to no-longer-hidden yearning. Forgetting everything else beneath the intoxicating onslaught of thirsting worship and flagrant lust, with each savage thrust into inviting vulnerability as if he would break her into two.
Responding until only he existed.
~*~*~*
It had started raining heavily a while ago, torrents of water sluicing down the outer glass windows of this cottage.
They hadn't noticed. Tracing every line and curve of each other, they were two blind children glorifying in this precarious balance of regaining sight. She had been busy sharing her warmth and joy. His touch was now gentle and almost reverent, and the wonderful moment when they did come together, was similar to the clear waters of the Nakano River washing over powdery smooth pebbles.
Lying back, she let him languidly re-explore the contours of her body. HIs teasing nips and wandering caresses felt as if she was a sculpture he was creating. Listening to seductive words inspired by a perverse mind being too graphic detail, the number of ways they could come together made her sick to the stomach with more than desire. Remembering how the sinfully heated pressure of his body on hers felt so right was not disturbing, even though the man touching her so intimately was not her husband. She wondered if she was demented for being drawn to this one, and not Sasuke. She could not fully understand why. He’s not suitable parent material, unlike Sasuke. But if the circumstances had been different...
At the hiss of hot breath, the faint rose of a nipple peaked to meet his ravenous mouth. Merciless sucking elicited broken moans from the female trying not to shiver under him. Recollections of marginally suppressed fantasies made him tremble inwardly. She reminded him of forbidden decadence, but tasted like the purity of ice-cold water from a mountain spring.
“Why did you run?"
Not letting up on his sensual wooing of her senses, he rolled a rosy nub between a thumb and index finger while tracing certain invisible katakana around her belly button with the other hand. Judging by the sudden blush, she had figured out what he was writing.
Taking a deep breath and trying to gather her thoughts, Hinata prayed for the right words.
"I should be faithful to my marriage vows, but when I think of you or see you... I can’t. You confuse me and being with you makes me so happy... it's frightening.”
A relieved sense of gratification destroyed the demons of jealousy. There was something he wanted to say.
"Hinata-" Then the blindness struck.
Seeing the abrupt blankness in dark pupils and rigid lines of a frozen expression worried her. Wriggling out from beneath him, she decided to use the Byakugan.
“What’s wrong?"
His keirakukei were generally fine, but the flow of chakra around both optic nerves was erratic, not something she had ever witnessed before. Then it became fluid and untangled once more. He had closed his eyes and rolled over onto his back. She moved on top of him, resting her chin on his chest. Thin fingers grazed his cheek.
“Itachi, tell me why your vision is affected."
“It’s nothing. Just a temporary side-effect of my doujutsu.”
Icy flatness in his tone denoted a lack of tolerance for further questioning along that line. Turning her bloodline technique off, she could feel tension hardening the body beneath hers and sense the psychological withdrawal. The atmosphere would have become cringingly awkward, save for her remembering something.
“Have you ever seen Rinji?”
He was looking at her again. Still keeping the same inscrutable visage, nevertheless the reply was much less hostile.
“No.”
Sadness flitted across her delicate profile, before disappearing. Muted beatification described the bashful two-year-old in succinct but revealing detail. Rinji was generally a quiet but unpredictable infant that loved to explore anything. There were the bouts of mischief, such as taking a clean pair of lacy panties and wearing it as a hat before going out into the garden, or drooling over scrolls that were not put away in time. Long-lashed eyes adorably large and black, combined with absolute innocence and a cheeky smile, portended a future lady-killer. What he liked to do best though, was to sit in one spot and observe. You couldn’t tell what Rinji was thinking but when he laughed or pouted, it was hard not to be affected unless you were a brass monkey.
“That little scamp seems to have been born with an old soul. He’s extremely intelligent, so much so I reckon he knows only too well what he’s doing, but it’s impossible to be sure. Were you anything like him at that age?”
Relaxed warmth enclosed his companion once more. Staring down into trusting curiosity, the answer was somewhat wistful.
“Yes."
Snuggling closer until she could press a kiss into the sweat-tinged hollow of his collarbone, she continued.

“When he gets older, I’ll have someone to watch the stars with. Something you could do as well, if… you come and see him?”
As an S-ranked nin, Itachi could not give promises, especially given their situation. Hinata and Rinji had no future with him. He had no future, beyond the one Sasuke would fulfil through him. A rare compromise of vagueness was necessary in a situation like this.
“Perhaps.”
To her, a possibility was better than nothing. How she wished that father and son could meet. It gave hope of enduring for the long years ahead, when all she would have was a carbon copy of the man himself. Covering up the bleakness with another kiss, she teased her lover.
“Try ‘someday’.”
The urge to agree was strong, but automatic mental reflexes keeping weakness at bay shut it up. The only thing he wanted now was to savour lying together, without being threatened by anything. In reality, nothing was forever. Not even this… that drew him out of the barren tundra constituting his soul. Joining Akatsuki was just a way to pass the time. Sasuke killing him was a means to an end. What did he really want? He didn’t know, but he knew how to address this issue.

“Perhaps."

Gentle fingers enclosed a small hand, clasping their entwined fingers to his chest.

He began telling his priceless source of comfort about the Country of Lightning, soft mellowness weaving a vivid picture that fascinated her. Listening and drinking in the sight of carefree laughter, stimulated inquisitiveness and simple contentment… Imprinting every second in his mind.
It was still raining.
~*~*~*~
Eventually pulling herself to stand, Hinata headed towards the leaky spot. Propping himself up on one elbow, inky calmness watched her go. Studying the slim figure beneath drizzling raindrops, he was unable to look away as her face was tilted towards weak rays of sunlight. He couldn’t stay with her, but he did not want to leave… What a dilemma. Pale underside of arms raised towards the sky gleamed enticingly as they became wet, transparent crystals adorning the tempting curves and slopes of her body.

Instinctively, the man rose and stalked quietly towards his companion, embracing her from behind. She leaned into him, head falling back to expose snowy vulnerability already bruised by earlier ardour.
The way his hands roamed possessively over her skin, pursued by the searing contact of his lips never failed to arouse her. Turning around in protective arms, her mouth sought his. Acquiescing to the shared rekindling of unvoiced sentiment, the kiss became aggressive and demanding. He was a compulsion she was addicted to, craving him between her legs once more to obliterate all thought of feelings that she didn’t have the courage to tell him.

Impatience overwhelmed him. Maneuvring Hinata against grainy wood, he hoisted her up as easily as if she were a child but there was nothing childish about the way she slowly slid down the length of his upper torso, breasts pressed against his chest as slim legs were draped loosely on either side of narrow hips.

Breathless anticipation made her tremble from head to toe, unbearable emptiness filling with deliciously hard warmth, as their bodies joined in mutual eagerness. Bracing her weight between him and the wall, the contrast of evaporating coolness and heated flesh seemed to heighten every little sensation. Rounded fingertips played helplessly across his smooth back, long dark hair falling about damp skin like a veil even as he boldly reaffirmed his hold over her.
Needing her was a malady he couldn’t stave off, but neither did he want a cure. Setting nerve endings afire with pleasure so intense it hurt, he muffled his ecstasy in milk-white softness where shoulder and neck met as strong hands urged her more tightly onto him. Long legs were wrapped about his waist and slim arms clutched him closer. Dying every time he withdrew and reviving with each slick plunge, her soft, almost-sobbing entreaties enveloped him as they both surrendered to total loss of control.
He came first in thick, hot spurts, legs more inclined to give way from overwhelming bliss. Feeling the irrepressible shudders from her orgasm racking her body, he exhaled raggedly while slowly sinking to his knees, her silken limbs still folded against him. Lapping at a rivulet of moisture resting in the scented hollow of her throat, he could feel her shiver while pressing herself even closer. Feather-soft kisses were gifted all over exquisite features that she reciprocated in kind. The corner of the mouth, where the temple and edge of an eyebrow met, pressing fine lashes between closed lips… Then he was straightening slightly to look at that less-than-demurely flushed complexion.
Eyes, like twin coals blazing with an unfathomable fire, gazed into trusting smokiness for a long moment. Holding each other, while forming a timeless connection defying their fates… Inclining his head to recapture tantalizingly parted lips with his own, husky determination punctuated the closest thing he’d ever come to promising. The solemn hint of barely-restrained passion from this unpredictable being assured and terrified her at the same time.

“I’ll never give you up.”
~*~*~*~
Later, he would burn the cloak tucked beneath one arm.
Tying back his hair with the leather thong and stretching, he could feel thin material rubbing the numerous crescents and lines raked across damp skin. Itachi turned to watch the woman doing up a sash on the torn garment. Her strength was like water, flexible and lasting; so unlike his that would flare up and quickly extinguish… one of the many things he l-valued about her. Feeling his eyes on her, Hinata looked up and smiled sadly.
Stretching out a hand beseechingly, his fingers tightly grasped the two fingers she extended.

“I wish… that you could stay. I don’t know when I’ll see you aga-”

“Stop being foolish! I can’t.” Even if I want to…
That interruption had come out more harshly then he intended. It was her fault for looking at him like that, eyes suspiciously shiny and the disquieting display in them… If he wasn’t careful, she might be his undoing, or a weakness that the other Akatsuki members would use to their merciless advantage against him. There was something brittle about that endearing smile. Then it vanished as she looked down, pulling her hand out of his.
“I apologize. That was an impossible request."
He had hurt her. Well, perhaps he could return her truth with one of his own.
“My patience with Sasuke will last at most, for two more years. I will hunt him down one day to resolve matters if he doesn’t come to me. Farewell.”
Then the older Uchiha was gone, dilapidated door loosely swinging back-and-forth the only sign of his presence.

Hinata collapsed back down onto rough wood. From the effect of this separation, she felt like a marionette of ice whose joints had been chopped up. For a moment the feeling of being used and soiled shamed her; all thoughts of wishing to know the answer to one harboured question was disrupted by the impact of his intentions regarding Sasuke. The implications of that statement numbed all sensation for a few seconds, as she lay there thinking about it.

If they fight, who will win? Even then, the end result…The idea of either man dying was like being skewered through the heart. Thinking of Rinji overrode the importance of the other two. Her arsenal of weapons required minor modifications. Eventually, she reached one of many conclusions.
Neji needed to establish stronger ties with his nephew.

Next up: Old scores have to be settled. Sasuke muses about meditation and how it links to the love of his life...
Definitions
Dango:Sticky, round Japanese dumpling of rice-flour
Doujutsu: Eye/ pupil technique eg. Sharingan, Byakugan
Katakana: Simplest of the 4 Japanese script styles.
Keirakukei: Chakra highway.
Rinji: Peaceful Forest
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