For The Child

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For The Child

The futon creaked rhythmically, alarmingly; long elegant fingers gripped the mattress so tightly, the skin on the knuckles were white and groans were muffled by a sheet clenched, almost tearing, between strong teeth.

Neji forced back the tears threatening to slip from his closed eyes, buried his face in the pillow and tried to will away the pain. But Kami! It hurt so much!

Two hours ago, as Neji and Hinata had come home from the pre-natal check-up with Sakura, happy, content, comforted in the knowledge that in maybe only a matter of days they would become parents, Hiashi had stepped into their path. He had smiled at them both, but his eyes were on Hinata and she had visibly paled as he reached forward and brushed delicate fingers over her swollen belly.

Without thinking, Neji had smacked his uncle’s hand away, body and instincts wanting only to protect his wife and unborn child. Anger had been flowing through him, tinting his thoughts red. His uncle had had no right to touch her there, to touch her at all.

Since their marriage, Hiashi had decided to stay away from Hinata, informing them that he wanted grandchildren, that he would not risk impregnating her. Instead, he had visited Neji almost exclusively, taking Hanabi only when Neji was away on missions. For eighteen months, Neji had been subjected to his uncles every sexual whim, taking the place of Hinata in the older mans predations.

Neji’s desire to keep Hinata safe had overwhelmed him at the look on the man’s face, the sight of his disgusting fingers trailing over her abdomen. As Hiashi calmly order Neji to await him in his rooms, Hinata had paled farther and tried to apologise for him. Hiashi simply ignored her, walking away without a second glance, secure in the knowledge that Neji would submit.

Tears in Hinata’s eyes that he wished weren’t there had calmed Neji’s anger and frustration. He had hugged her, smoothed a hand over her belly in an attempt to comfort her and told her to get some rest, that he would be fine.

He waited for over an hour, fully dressed and body tense with anticipation before Hiashi arrived. This was Hiashi’s new game. Create a situation that would rile Neji, make him act against him and then ‘punish’ him for his rashness at a later time. The wait was part of the torture, for Neji never knew how long Hiashi would leave him to stew – he could turn up after only ten minutes, or take as long as three hours. However long it took, Neji was always on the verge of panic by the time the man appeared.

This time, Hiashi had taken nearly ninety minutes before finally stepping into the room. He tore Neji’s clothing from his body, scratched, bit and marked his pale skin, pulled his long hair and then threw him face down upon the futon, pushing his head into the pillows, lifting his hips.

Hiashi didn’t even undress himself, just moved his clothing aside and forced himself inside, no preparations, and no lubrication. Hiashi took him dry and through the pain, Neji could feel the blood trickling down his thighs.

As the older man grunted and panted behind him, Neji fought back screams of pain, tears of humiliation and frustration. Obviously Hiashi was taking great delight in the sight of Neji’s blood as his pounding was deep, relentless and steadily becoming erratic.

Large hands gripped his hips so tightly he knew he was already bruising, nails digging into his flesh and drawing blood. Neji retreated into his own mind, something he had learned to do over the past two and a half years.

He thought of the first time he and Hinata had braved the act of sex together. They had been married six months without being able to consummate the bond, but eventually, after experimentation, they learned together that sex didn’t have to be violent, about being taken; they had learned that it could be a way of showing affection for one another.

They weren’t in love. They never had been and never would be. Hinata loved Naruto and her heart – as well as the blondes – had been broken by the arranged marriage. Neji harboured a secret that he confessed to no-one, until he and Hinata had been married for well over a month.

One night, after returning from Hiashi’s rooms, bruised, bloody and in pain, Hinata had done all she could to heal him and he had confessed to her, in his weakness. Neji was gay. He always had been. He had never intended to marry, let alone father any children.

That night they had decided they had to be strong, for each other, to help each other through what was happening. That night they had kissed and slept wrapped in each others arms, taking comfort in each other’s presence.

He thought of the day his life changed again. Nine months into the marriage, Hinata had fallen pregnant and all Neji’s priorities changed. Now it wasn’t only about comforting his wife, Neji realised he needed to fight to protect her, to protect his child.

Neji was brought back to the present by Hiashi’s teeth breaking the skin on his shoulder. He muffled his cry of pain in the pillows, but his uncle heard him anyway and chuckled, thrusting harder, faster. Neji almost couldn’t take any more. His elbows and knees were chafing, his jaw ached from clenching, his temples ached from forcing back the tears, and his anus was excruciatingly painful.

He knew Hiashi had torn him inside and the thrusting was only making it worse. But he also knew the man would not stop yet. He didn’t want to beg, but if this kept up much longer, he was going to break.

A hand snaked around his body and grasped his limp penis. There was far too much pain to be even the slightest bit aroused. Hiashi tugged at him anyway and Neji whimpered almost silently as his body betrayed him and he began to harden. Hiashi grunted in satisfaction and curled over Neji’s back, licking the bite marks and teeth wounds on his shoulders and neck.

“Come for me, Boy. Come or I’ll bring Hanabi in here.”

Kami. Tears did leak from his eyes then. Neji tried to force his body to comply, began to imagine the things that had turned him on before he had moved into the Compound. It seemed to work.

Hiashi grabbed him by the hair and pulled him up until they were kneeling back to chest, still rocking together, in a grotesque parody of a loving embrace. Hiashi wrapped one arm over Neji’s chest, the other hand continuing to pump at his reluctant erection.

Neji could see the blood on the mattress and sheets now and the sight meant he could no longer force back the tears. He silently allowed them to fall, concentrating on making himself come to satisfy his uncle.

Finally, it happened. He bit his lip, throwing his head back as the orgasm ripped through him. Hiashi tongued and nipped at his throat as he did, licking up the trails of salty tears.

Neji sagged slightly when it was over and simply waited for Hiashi to reach completion. It didn’t take much longer. With a few more deep, hard, violent thrusts, the man went silent and Neji could feel the cock inside him pulse against his inner muscles. When it was over, Hiashi simply dropped him to the mattress, making sure he landed in the bloody, semen covered sheets.

“Stay here, Boy. I want you again before dinner.”

Neji nodded wordlessly and tried to ignore the throbbing, burning pain in his ass. That meant he couldn’t heal himself, or clean himself. He had to stay on this futon, in the mess and await his uncle’s return.

He knew that when Hiashi did, the pain would be worse and he would still be forced to come. He wiped his face and lay on the futon, waiting in silence, disgusted by the feel of blood and come seeping from his hole.

~*~*~

When the baby came, it was a girl.

She was beautiful. The most beautiful and precious thing Neji had ever seen in his life. He loved her from the moment Tsunade put her in his arms, from the moment Hinata gave him a tired, content smile.

“Mikomi,” she whispered before falling into a trusting sleep.

Mikomi? Yes. Looking down at his beautiful daughter, Neji decided Hinata was right; this was the perfect name for their child.

Hope. She was their hope.

~*~*~

When Mikomi was but two days old, Neji made his decision.

It came on the heels of a simple revelation. Hiashi would not stop.

Neji and Hinata watched in trepidation as Hiashi held their daughter. He stood at the farthest end of the room, with his back to them as he introduced himself to his grand-daughter, showing her the view from the window – a view Neji knew she could neither see nor comprehend at this age.

As Hiashi turned around, it was the look on his face that spurred Neji’s mind to the simple revelation. That look was almost hungry. It was a look of anticipation. It was a look that told Mikomi’s parents that their daughter would one day be subjected to the same abuses they had grown up with.

Hinata’s soft gasp and sudden clutching hand on his sleeve alerted Neji to the fact that she had realised it too. Looking down at his wife, his cousin, his closest friend and confidant, the mother of his first child; Neji decided.

Hiashi must be stopped.

As Hiashi gave Mikomi over to Hinata and left the room, Neji began to think. As Hinata clutched their child to her chest, scared and protective, he came to a conclusion.

He leaned down, kissed his daughter on the forehead and whispered to Hinata, “I’ll stop him.”

~*~*~

Ibiki was shocked. Visibly so.

Neji had known he would be, as anyone who became privy to this most shameful of secrets would be.

The older, scarred man pulled the hitai-ite from his head, running a hand over his scars. He sighed, not quite meeting Neji’s sombre eyes.

“You will have to undergo a physical examination.”

Neji blinked and nodded. He had known that. They needed to verify what he had told them. His only problem was that he wasn’t sure he would be able to stand having another person touch him.

He looked at Ibiki and then down to his clasped hands, fidgeting restlessly in his lap, “Would you…would you please stay with me? For the examination?”

Ibiki had believed him. He hadn’t acted disgusted or horrified, simply sad and tired. Terribly sad. He hadn’t looked at him in pity; he hadn’t shied away from physical contact as if Neji were dirty. He had promised Neji that he would do everything in his power to remedy the situation.

At this point in time, Ibiki seemed to Neji to be the safest and most trust worthy person he knew. He wanted him there during this ordeal.

When he glanced back up, Ibiki nodded.

The examination was horrible. Worse than he had suspected. They had taken photographs of his many scars, the most recent bruising and wounds. They had had to probe inside him to confirm the scarring and wounds there. He had had to go over his story three more times, with three separate psychologists.

The Medi-Nin’s performed strange rituals that he had not before witnessed, that allowed them to see every healed scar, wound or bruise inflicted on his body. It was like looking at a road map of the abuse he had been subjected too. One of the younger Nin’s had left the room, looking a little green around the gills.

Ibiki stayed with him throughout. Not holding his hand, or even touching him in any way, but just there, in the background, silent and forbidding. Neji was grateful; the silent figure in his peripheral vision gave him the strength to continue.

Until eventually it was over, and Ibiki took him alone to his office. He made him some tea and they sat in silence for a long while.

“We will have to talk to Hinata and Hanabi.”

Neji nodded.

“They will have to be examined as well. If you want to be there with them…?”

Neji looked up, of course he wanted to be there with them, Hinata was his wife! “Of course. What will happen now?”

Ibiki placed his cup on the desk and sighed, “For now, to protect Hinata and Mikomi, you will have to return to the Hyuga Compound. Explain the situation to your wife. Tomorrow – maybe the day after – we will arrest your uncle. For now, continue as if all is normal, we do not want to alert Hiashi to doing anything rash.”

Neji shuddered. Hiashi could do any number of things if alerted to the fact Neji had reported him.

Neji nodded, finished his tea and, after a firm handshake and last glance at Ibiki, he left.

~*~*~

That afternoon he quietly explained everything to Hinata. She cried, but was relieved that finally, something was being done. After talking about it, they decided not to warn Hanabi, as she would likely be unable to keep it from Hiashi.

When he was putting his daughter to bed, Hinata already asleep in their shared bed, Hiashi found him. Neji ignored his uncle, in favour of gently tucking Mikomi in, placing the stuffed fox toy from Naruto near her outstretched right hand.

Once satisfied that she would not wake any time soon, he stood back and looked at his uncle.

Hiashi was watching Mikomi sleep. A moment passed and then Hiashi gestured him closer. Neji did as expected and followed his uncle to his private rooms at the other side of the Family Home. Closing the sliding door behind him, Neji hissed gently, “You cannot have her, Uncle.”

Hiashi simply smiled. “Is that so?” He gestured him closer again and Neji complied.

Before he knew what was happening, Hiashi had him pinned facedown to the mattress.

“What..?”

Hiashi pulled his arms out and tied each wrist securely to the futon before shifting and doing the same to Neji’s ankles. Heart thudding in his chest, Neji tested the strength of the bonds. Chakra laced string; he wouldn’t be able to force them. He was securely tied down.

“There now, Boy. You’ll enjoy this.”

He glanced over his shoulder at the sound of a kunai being drawn. The wicked piece of metal glinted in the light of the lone lamp. In a matter of moments, his clothing was shredded and he lay naked on the mattress.

The mattress dipped as Hiashi kneeled over him, a leg either side of Neji’s hips. The cold metal touched his left shoulder blade and Neji cried out, unable to stifle the shocked cry of pain as the kunai dug into his flesh.

As Hiashi continued his game, carving shapes and words into his back, Neji tried to calm his breathing and pictured Ibiki in his mind, standing to one side, his large presence helping to calm him.

His eyes shot open when the kunai began to trace down the curve of his bottom. Hiashi parted his cheeks and the kunai was trailed between them lightly, not cutting but obviously allowing Neji to know that he could cut him there, if he wanted to.

Instead, mere seconds later, Neji saw the kunai flash as it flew through the air and imbedded in the door-frame. Blood dripped from it’s blade and spattered on the floor.

Hiashi pushed into him without so much as a warning and he cried out again, surprise, pain, fear, all freed from his throat.

Hiashi pressed down over him, his weight setting off fresh waves of pain in every slice on his body. Neji clenched his fists as his uncle began to move, grinding his teeth in an attempt to stop the pained whimpers escaping him, eyes screwed shut to force back the fresh wave of tears.

As Hiashi thrust into him, tearing open the wounds that had been healed only that morning, Neji again imagined Ibiki standing beside him and his imagined presence allowed Neji to be strong. He swallowed his tears, swallowed the whimpers and ignored the pain. He pictured the older man, counted the scars that had been revealed on his scalp, imagined to himself that what he was now going through was nothing compared to what Ibiki had been.

It helped. Somewhat.

Hiashi reared up and untied his ankles, pulling Neji’s hips up until he was resting on his knees, arms spread at an awkward angle, his head and chest taking his weight.

A tongue moved over Neji’s bleeding shoulders and Hiashi moaned in pleasure, “You taste far too good to be allowed, Boy.”

Neji glared at the mattress below him and said nothing.

After a moment, Hiashi re-angled his hips and suddenly, Neji’s prostate was being stimulated with every violent thrust. He couldn’t hold it back, he cried out in pain; that repeated brush against his nerves proving too much, over-stimulation causing too much pain.

Hiashi chuckled and moaned, leaning down to bite at the fresh wounds, reopening them to lap at the blood, never pausing in his frenzied thrusting. The smack of hips against backside reverberated around the room, balls against blood coated thighs adding a wet slapping sound to the mix.

Hiashi came quicker than usual, much to Neji’s surprise but also relief, the man going once again silent and thrusting slow and deep to ride the waves of his orgasm. The salty come pressing into his inner wounds felt like a fire was burning inside him.

But instead of getting up to clean himself off, Hiashi simply untied Neji’s wrists and flipped him over.

“I can’t have her, Neji?” A large hand gripped Neji’s chin, forcing him to look at his uncle. Neji blinked, tried to speak.

“Hush, boy.” The hand clamped over his mouth, “Of course, you didn’t know what you were saying. Mikomi is mine, Neji. When the time comes, you will give her to me, as you gave me your own body. You have no say in the matter.”

Neji glared and tried to struggle, but Hiashi simply held him tighter, “I own this entire family, Neji. There is nothing you or anyone else can do.”

Hiashi hooked Neji’s left leg up and over his shoulder, then thrust back inside him violently, pressing against raw wounds, forcing a high keen of pain from the trapped young man.

“Mikomi will be mine, as Hinata and Hanabi were before her.”

A particularly violent thrust forced another keen and wetness from Neji’s eyes, “There is nothing you can do.”

~*~*~

Hiashi did not react well to being arrested the next day.

Neji sat in Ibiki’s office, Hinata by his side, Mikomi clutched in her arms. He had had to go through another examination, a new catalogue of photographs taken to record his new wounds, another interview to cover the previous night.

Hinata had sat with him, just as he had sat with her through her own examinations and interviews. Hanabi had been taken into the psychiatric wards, Tsunade declaring that her mental state was in need of healing.

Now, the two of them waited for Ibiki to tell them what would happen next.

Hinata’s head rested on his shoulder, her tears had slowed, quieted. They had both cried; a release of emotions at the sudden realisation that it was truly over, that they were free.

Ibiki entered the room slowly, giving them time to calm their reactions to his presence. Hinata barely moved; Neji simply looked over at him.

“His trial will begin soon. It look like a cert thing, there is no way he will get away with this.”

Neji released a sigh he hadn’t been aware he was holding. So it truly was over. Hinata’s grip on his chest tightened and she shuddered.

“It’s over.” She whispered.

Ibiki nodded, eyes downcast, “I am only sorry that we had to wait. If I had known he would… I would have told you not to go home, Neji.”

Neji shook his head. “If I hadn’t gone home, he would have known something was wrong, I don’t have mission until Mikomi is three months old.”

Ibiki looked at him. “You are a braver man than I.” After a pause, “What will you do now?”

Neji looked down at Hinata and Mikomi. He knew that sooner or later, he and Hinata would divorce – she loved Naruto after all, and she deserved the love that young man could give her. As for himself, he had no idea.

But at least he was allowed to wonder now.

~Fin~

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