Paranoia

As you know, I don't own the Naruto verse. That having been said, this is where the story really starts to get good, please enjoy.

(2)
Hinata hadn’t moved from her bed in quite some time. She slept when it took her, and indiscriminately opened her mouth for whatever food Hanabi shoveled into it, but otherwise she stared blankly at the wall.
“Ugh!” the younger Huuga stormed through the complex shooting nasty glares at everyone and venting to whomever would listen. Her current target was one Huuga Neji who had had the misfortune of asking, “How are you?”
“…And when she’s not busy sighing all the time she stares! Just stares! At nothing!”
“What…?” Neji started, but anticipating his question she plowed on, “I don’t know! She won’t tell me, she just…”
“Stares?” Neji finished for her. She blinked and looked shocked for a moment, then “Yeah.” She moved on shaking her head “see you later, Neji” He wave as a reply and headed in the direction of his lamenting relative.
He found her much as Hanabi had described. Hinata lay in her bed staring at the wall and looking quite disheveled. She gave no indication of knowing Neji was there at all, until he hit her. She sat bolt upright then, clutching her head and urging him to die with her eyes. He settled on the bed beside her. “Idiot,” He said, softening the word into an endearment, “Hanabi doesn’t know, but I think I can guess. You told him didn’t you?” She nodded head falling in a defeated gesture. He smiled down on her, “I could have told you what would happen. Anyone can see he’s in love with Sakura” She slumped further. “I had hoped…” her voice was rough from disuse “I hoped that after that night he could love me…” she hiccupped and he realized she was crying “…love me instead.”
He gathered her to him, “Hina-chan,” He murmured as he stroked her hair, “anyone would be lucky to have you.” He gripped her chin and tipped her head up so he could see her. “Naruto is a fool of the highest caliber.” She smiled at him and it was almost like her self, but there was something wrong with her eyes. He had all of two seconds to comprehend this before she gripped his head in her hands and pulled his mouth down to hers. He was shocked at first, affronted even, but the little voice in the back of his head was persuasive, ‘haven’t you wanted this?’ it whispered, ‘haven’t you wanted to taste her? feel her warmth around you? don’t you…’ ‘Enough’ he quelled it as he succumbed. He pulled her to him so tight that it was as if he wanted to pull her inside him, somehow make them one person.
She shoved him down on the bed and he lay still, watching her as she undid his forehead protector. She kissed the mark there, the small tattoo that branded him as a branch member, and he shuddered. Her mouth reclaimed his as he hands worked, tying his to the bedposts with his own headband. She straddled him, fingers working down the latches of his shirt, plink, plink, plink…
Hanabi found him the next morning, still bound and naked on Hinata’s bed. He could’ve broken his bonds easily if he had been expecting her, but he had never seen her coming. Something slick had dried on his stomach and groin giving it a frosted look, clear fluid ran down his cheeks like tears-but they weren’t tears. Long needles pierced each of his eyes. He had never seen her come in. Huuga Neji was dead. Hanabi’s scream could be heard over the whole compound.