Unexpected

This story has been haning out on my hard drive a while and though I hated every moment of writing this ridiculous pairing, I figured there’s probably someone out there who will like this.

I originally wrote this for a fic exchange which turned out to be a big waste of time because whoever was supposed to write me a fic flaked out and the person I wrote this for never gave me so much as a thank you. In the future, I will be avoiding fic exchanges. Hopefully SOMEONE will appreciate this, but I’m never writing this pairing again.


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Unexpected


Kabuto looked down on his newest acquisition. He had to admit he had certainly happened upon this one by quite unusual means, but that seemed appropriate considering the exotic specimen before him.


What the hell was a Hyuuga doing way out here?


This was Lightning country, an area which Konoha ninjas didn’t usually venture into. He supposed she could be on a mission but he found it surprising that her village would send a single kunoichi all the way out here. What was even stranger was the large wound in her side that stained the winter snow around her pale body crimson. She had been nearly frozen through when he found her and was probably mere hours from death. If she had been a less interesting specimen, he would have left her to her demise, but he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to possibly learn more about her unique blood limit.


He planned on bringing her back to Orochimaru’s lair, but she obviously couldn’t travel in her current condition. The frosty weather that had nearly claimed the young woman’s life was only worsening and he had little choice but to find shelter for them both or lose her to the winter storm.


The small cave he had found wasn’t exactly a four star resort, but the ceiling overhead was high enough that he could stand with a few inches of clearance and the floor was even enough to be somewhat comfortable if covered with his heavy traveling cloak first.


The standard utility scroll he carried proved quite useful as he unfurled it and summoned several small oil lanterns which he placed around and lit to aid him while healing her injury. He summoned an extra blanket while he was at it, knowing it would ease the chill that seemed to seep out of the rocks around him and straight into his bones.


He stripped off her soaked clothing and worked on her wounded abdomen for hours, piecing together torn flesh that looked too ragged to have been cut by a kunai. Maybe she had been hit by one hell of a jutsu, but it looked more like a wild animal had been determined to rip her apart.


He was weary and nearly drained of chakra by the time she was fully mended, not so much as a scar marking where her injury had been. She was healed but certainly not out of danger yet. Her milky skin had a bluish tinge and was far too cold to the touch. If he had had enough chakra, he could have used his medicinal skills to temporarily speed up her metabolism and raise her body temperature, but doing so would bring him perilously close to fully exhausting his own energy.


With few choices left, he stripped down to nothing and settled his naked form over hers, pulling his cloak around them and letting the body heat warm her chilled skin.


He had dozed briefly but wasn’t so foolish as to let his guard down while with a possible enemy shinobi. He had removed his hitai-ate covering his forehead which bore the mark of Sound, but even so, if should she wake up before him, she might decide to end his life quickly and painlessly before he could defend himself.


He spent most of his time studying her face, almost certain he had seen her somewhere before. It had been years ago, her hair had been shorter and her body lacking the voluptuous curves that were pressed against him now, but he was willing to bet she was the same Hyuuga woman who had participated in Konoha’s Chuunin exams when he had infiltrated the testing under Orochimaru’s orders. He hadn’t witnessed the match, but he had heard she had lost to another Hyuuga and was in such bad shape after the fight that she needed immediate hospitalization. She had been meek, a stuttering mess if he remembered correctly, and he wondered why someone like her would ever consider a profession as a kunoichi. Then again, if she was a Hyuuga, it was probably expected of her. He also thought he remembered her being the heiress of the prestigious main branch of the Hyuuga family, which only puzzled him further as to why she should be sent on a solo mission to such a remote location.


He gazed down at her pretty face, features soft and peaceful as she slumbered. Her skin was slowly losing its blue tint, replaced by a pale glow that made her skin look like alabaster. Long, inky hair framed her face and her bountiful breasts pressed to him with every breath she took. A narrow waist and wide hips were aligned with his own pelvis and he couldn’t help but marvel at her exquisite beauty. If she was indeed the same girl he had seen at the Chuunin exams, he wondered how much had changed about her aside from her physical appearance. What was her name again? Something with an ‘H’ if remembered correctly.


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Hinata found herself clinging to sleep, or maybe it was the other way around and it was the dream world that didn’t want to let her go. Either way, she rose through levels of consciousness slowly, like she was deep underwater and drifting towards the surface. She was disoriented when she finally opened her eyes, her head fuzzy and cluttered, and her condition wasn’t helped by the fact she was in a strange place with a strange man and neither of them seemed to have a scrap of clothing on.


Instinctively she went for the kunai in her thigh holster only to discover that had been removed as well. The man atop her must have felt her hands move and her body tense as she tried to lift her arms to form seals for a defensive jutsu behind his back. Unfortunately the heavy blanket tucked tightly around them hindered her movements and made her too slow. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the floor on either side of her head with speed and strength that betrayed his shinobi training. His glasses reflected the light of the oil lamps scattered around them, hiding his eyes from her, but she could have sworn his face and silver hair tied in a small ponytail at the nape of his neck seemed familiar. She wondered if she had seen him somewhere before a long time ago.


But that was the least of her problems at the moment. He was pinning her down with his body, and both of them were completely naked. She had no memory of events after her fight with a rouge shinobi who had sent his ninja dog after her. Apparently Kiba and Kakashi weren’t the only ones who used canines in combat. The ferocious animal had caught her by surprise and all she remembered were sharp teeth tearing into her side before falling face first into the snow and blacking out. She supposed she should be thankful she was alive, but there was no telling what had happened between then and now, especially since her clothes had been removed.


A warm blush flushed her porcelain skin, turning her cheeks pink as she began struggling against him.


“G-get off me,” she hissed, trying to sound menacing, but her voice betrayed her fear.


The man atop her smiled in a way that she didn’t like and shook his head.


“Is that any way to talk to the man that saved you from bleeding to death and hypothermia?”


The Hyuuga stilled, pale eyes growing wide. Now that he mentioned it, the pain in her side was gone. She was no medic, but she knew her injury had been severe and it would have taken incredible skill to patch her up so well. And as for hypothermia, she supposed that explained the lack of clothes.


She exhaled softly, relieved to hear that her nudity at least had a reasonable explanation, although that didn’t make her any more comfortable with the fact that he was still pressed to her so intimately. She searched his face, trying to see past the glare on his glasses with little success.


“Who are you? Why did you bother saving me?” she demanded, hoping her voice sounded more authoritative than she felt.


He smiled again and leaned closer to her, flattening his muscular chest to her firm breasts in an action that only made her blush pinker, her breath hitching at the contact that was far too close for her liking.


“I’m simply a man that was in the right place at the right time to save you,” he smirked. “The question is, what were you doing way out here? You’re a long way from home, little Hyuuga.”


Hinata’s eyes narrowed at the mention of her clan name. It was true the Hyuuga blood line limit was known across the lands, but few people could recognize one by sight unless they had already seen one before and knew that the pale, pearly eyes found in her people were directly linked to the Byakugan. It was just more evidence that fit the theory that she had previously met this man somewhere before.


“I was on a reconnaissance mission,” she answered bluntly, giving away the only part of her mission that wasn’t classified.


The answer seemed to satisfy him, for he gave a short nod.


“Solo mission?”


“Yes.”


There had been no need to team her up with anything else, for the Byakugan’s field of vision let her do the work of four or five people by herself. However, she hadn’t expected to be ambushed by a rogue ninja looking for trouble, or to be saved and possibly captured by this strangely familiar man.


He shifted atop her as he gazed at her thoughtfully and the action reminded her of just how close their bodies were.


“Where are my clothes?” she demanded, not immediately seeing them.


He seemed amused by her discomfort with their nudity and jerked his head towards the far wall where both of their garments were spread over rocks.


“Get off me and let me get dressed,” she said, trying to keep her voice firm although her flushed cheeks revealed her inner embarrassment.


“They’re still wet,” the mysterious man said. “I wouldn’t recommend putting them on unless you have a death wish.”


Hinata’s heart sank a little. The dull roar of a ferocious wind could be heard from somewhere outside, telling her that whatever storm he had found her in was still going strong. Even if her clothes were dry, she would be crazy to try and leave the shelter. She had just hopped she wouldn’t have to sit around in the nude.


“Get off me,” she demanded again, voice more assertive than last time and her request seemed to get through to him for he shrugged as if indifferent and slid his body off of hers.


“Alright, but don’t complain if you get cold later.”


Hinata averted her eyes as he stood. He seemed to be unembarrassed about his state of undress but Hinata felt her face redden at the mere glimpse of bare flesh.


She sat up, wrapping the blanket around her shoulders tightly, already feeling an icy draft settling around her now that his body wasn’t shielding her. He did the same, grabbing another blanket and casually covering himself before returning to sit. She eyed him wearily, scooting away as he came closer and he seemed to take the hint because he sat a fair distance from her on the opposite wall of the cave, watching her with what seemed to be curiosity.


“What’s you’re name?” he said at last.


The Hyuuga looked at him for a moment and then turned her face to the side. The less he knew about her the better. Even if he had saved her, he could still be an enemy.


The man chuckled at her action and lifted a finger from under his blanket to adjust his glasses that had slipped down his nose a little bit.


“Perhaps it was rude of me to not introduce myself first. My name is Kabuto.”


Hinata could have sworn she had heard that name before. His appearance, his name, all of them struck a distant chord of remembrance but she still couldn’t quite place him.


She still watched him with caution but seemed to relax a little now that she had a name to go with the face. He sat there calmly, patiently, not pressing her to offer more information. His posture was relaxed as he leaned against the stone wall of the cave, obviously not considering her a threat. She wasn’t sure if it was because he truly didn’t believe her to be an enemy or, if his skill level was so far above hers, that he could afford to drop his guard a little. Either way, she found herself being calmed a little bit by his demeanor.


For a moment, there was no sound except the howling wind muted by the rock encasing them. She could feel his gaze on her, slowly burning into the cheek presented to him as she remained turned away. She didn’t look at him as she spoke, her voice soft enough that it was almost swallowed by the raging storm.


“Hinata.”


“Hinata,” Kabuto repeated, as if testing the name to see how it rolled off his tongue. “Hinata Hyuuga.”


So it was her after all. This was the same woman he had seen at the Chuunin exams, the heiress of the Hyuuga clan herself. The corner of his lips curled into triumphant smirk at the fact he’d confirmed his suspicions about her. She too seemed to recognize him, but judging by her wariness, she hadn’t yet figured out where she had seen him before.


“Hinata, how did you get that nasty wound? It was quite a task to heal it.”


She let her pale gaze flick over to him, uncomfortable at the fact that he seemed so interested in her. She was used to fading into the background, to being invisible, but here, she had nowhere to hide. She was feeling horribly exposed and not just because she had nothing but a blanket covering her. She had his undivided attention and wasn’t sure how to respond, or if she should even respond at all.


“I-it was a dog,” she said, growing a little flustered, averting her eyes again to stare at the stone floor as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.


“Hmm,” Kabuto hummed thoughtfully, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose again. “I figured as much. The wound looked like it had been torn open rather than cut, but what were you doing getting caught up with a dog angry enough to hurt you like that?”


He was still looking at her, gaze still scalding, and Hinata drew her knees tighter to her chest in an unconscious attempt to disappear. His tone was friendly, curious, and even a little concerned, and her hand slid under her blanket to the place that had previously been a gaping hole in her side.


“It was a shinobi’s dog,” she said quietly, speaking more to the ground than to him. “His owner was just a rogue ninja out looking for a fight. He wasn’t related to my mission at all. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.”


Her voice was shy and small, but sounded so sweet to Kabuto’s ears. He seldom had the pleasure of female company while tending to Orochimaru, least of all someone as delicate as the woman before him. And yet, while parts of her may have seemed fragile, Kabuto was not so foolish as to think her defenseless. She was part of a powerful clan and was probably an extremely capable kunoichi. The juxtaposition of strong and vulnerable fascinated him. How could one with such a timid personality make it in the business of killing and cruelty?


“Was he a powerful opponent? I would think there would be few rouge ninjas in these parts with the ability to defeat the Byakugan.”


Hinata shifted uncomfortably. What he said was probably true and she almost certainly would have noticed her opponent sooner, preventing her injury if her head had been in the right place.


But it hadn’t.


She had been a little out of sorts the entire mission and the cause was quite obvious to the young heiress. If only she hadn’t seen him holding her hand, seen her making her smile and laugh, seen him kissing her…


“He caught me by surprise,” she said miserably, propping her chin on her blanket-covered knees, pretended to curl up more for heat than because of tremulous emotions.


Before Hinata had departed on her mission, Naruto had asked out Sakura yet again, only this time she had said yes. When the news reached the Hyuuga’s ears, she had nearly fainted in shock and grief. What was worse was the fact that neither of them seemed to mind public affection. Hinata died a little inside every time she saw them at Ichiraku, sharing a bowl of ramen, or on the red bridge crossing the stream that bisected Konoha, holding hands and giggling softly. And when she had watched them kiss from her hidden location behind a nearby house, she could have sworn she heard the sound of her own heart shattering.


Naruto had always liked Sakura, and seemed so blissfully happy with her. Hinata would never confess to him now, not when he finally had the chance to be happy with another. She would suffer in quiet silence, even if it killed her. And it very well might have, for her head had been so full of grievous thoughts pertaining to her lifelong crush, that she hadn’t detected the presence of another until it was almost too late. She had just been plain stupid, being so oblivious like that, and she should have been thankful that someone had come along to clean up the mess, but she couldn’t shake the hollow feeling that consumed her now that Naruto had found love with someone else.


“Well,” Kabuto commented, removing his glasses to polish them with the corner of his blanket. “At least I was able to heal you without scars. It would be a shame to mar such beautiful skin.”


His words were enough to finally make her look over. She could see his face clearly now that his glasses weren’t obscuring his face. His eyes were dark and brooding, hidden occasionally by the silvery bangs that fell across his forehead. Seeing his whole face didn’t jog her memory at all as to where she might have seen him before, but she found herself noting that he wasn’t all that bad looking without his glasses.


He had called her beautiful, well, at least her skin, but that was more than anyone else had ever said to her. She had always been considered plain by Hyuuga standards, and it didn’t help her self esteem much to have a younger sister that was absolutely gorgeous. Naruto had never taken notice of her and neither had anyone else, but this perfect stranger had remarked on something as simple as her skin. Hinata didn’t know why, by his comment seemed to bring he to the edge of emotional stability.


Her throat tightened as she struggled to blink back unshed tears. The first person who had ever complimented her looks was someone who had found her broken and abandoned in the snow. Was that to be her fate, ignored by all except this one man who had probably meant nothing at all by his simple remark?


Despite her internal struggle to maintain composure, she started shaking, even though she refused to let the tears fall. She looked away from him again, hoping he wouldn’t notice how pathetic she was. However, Kabuto was far too sharp to miss the tremors that passed through her body.


“You’re shivering,” he remarked, misinterpreting her trembling as being caused by the cold. “Come here.”


He stood and laid out his blanket, once again exposing his naked body. Hinata saw glimpses of pale flesh from the corner of her eye and immediately flushed crimson again.


“No,” she replied meekly, pulling herself into a tighter ball where she sat. Not only was it incredibly humiliating to be so close to a strange man while both of them were naked, but she was afraid that he would notice her distress. He probably already thought her pathetically weak and seeing her cry would only make it worse.


But apparently Kabuto wasn’t going to take no for an answer.


“I’m not going to have someone I just recently healed make herself sick again,” he sighed. “Don’t make me force you, because I will. Come here.”


Hinata was not in the mood to follow orders, instead shifting her eyes to watch him warily as she began to form hand seals beneath her blanket. There weren’t many she could perform from a sitting position but if she at least landed a few soft boxing punches, he would be rendered immobile for a while.


Kabuto sighed, pushing his glasses back up his nose again.


“Why do you insist on being difficult?” he asked as he began to walk forward, still unabashedly nude. “If I don’t warm you up, hypothermia will set in again.”


Hinata sat tensely, ready to strike, but she was afraid to turn and look at her enemy face to face, knowing she would get a full frontal view of a wholly naked man.


When he was finally within range, she turned to strike and she probably would have connected her punched if she had been looking at him directly, but her aim was slightly off and Kabuto was fast on his feet, sidestepping her attack and retaliating with one of his own. He formed a few of his own seals at lightning speed and touched glowing fingers to her exposed neck, and instantly the kunoichi slumped bonelessly to the floor, still fully conscious but completely paralyzed.


“Such aggression,” Kabuto sighed, clucking his tongue in disapproval. “You’re just making this harder on yourself.”


“What did you do to me?” Hinata slurred thickly, finding it difficult to work the muscles of her mouth to form words.


The medic easily slung her over his shoulder, her body still wrapped in the blanket, and carried her over to where he had laid out his own.


“Since you refuse to cooperate, I’ve temporarily weakened the neural response between your brain and your muscles. It will wear off in a few minutes but until then, it will ensure that you behave yourself.”


Hinata was powerless as he carried her to his blanket and laid her down with surprising gentleness. He pulled the blanket off of her body, leaving her naked to his eyes, but the kunoichi noted that his gaze never strayed below her neck. Perhaps he was something of a gentleman after all.


She never got a good look at his own body and she was grateful, for her paralysis prevented her from turning her head away or even closing her eyes fast enough to blot out his image, but when he laid down on top of her, draping the second blanket over them, she could feel his hips center over hers and the soft flesh of his male anatomy against her thigh. The sensation caused her to blush hotly, for not even her paralysis could stop her skin from flushing.


“See, this isn’t so bad,” Kabuto chuckled, intertwining her fingers with his and pinning them by her head so he could keep track of them. He wasn’t eager to let her attempt to attack him with another jutsu again.


While Hinata’s chilled body indeed welcomed his warmth, a voice inside her wondered if this would be the extent of her intimacy with men. She knew she was just feeling sorry for herself, but she was still hurt deeply by the fact that Naruto had found love with a woman that wasn’t her, and all her fantasies of him finally noticing her and falling in love with her had evaporated the moment she saw him lovingly kiss his pink haired teammate.


Her paralyzed body robbed her of her ability to keep her tears at bay, and they began to leak from her eyes, cutting salty paths down her cheeks no matter how much she sniffed. Her numb body lacked the reflexes to blink fast enough.


Kabuto watched with surprise as glistening tears fell from shimmering opal eyes. He had noticed immediately how modest and shy the Hyuuga was but he didn’t think their current situation was cause for her to cry. A small frown formed on his lips as he gazed down at her, perplexed by this sudden show of sadness.


“What’s the matter, Hinata? Do I frighten you?” he asked, gazing down at her tear streaked face.


She wanted to look away from him, to hide her pathetic tears, but she couldn’t move, and now he wanted an explanation. How was she supposed to tell him about the idiotic woes of a nineteen year old girl?


“It’s nothing,” she mumbled, voice still thicker than usual from her tears and his jutsu, but already she could feel her sluggish reactions beginning to quicken as the spell began to wear off.


“I doubt you’re crying over nothing,” Kabuto admonished, a gentleness in his voice that Hinata hadn’t expected. He released one of her hands to let his own fingers slide over her cheek, wiping away the salty residue of her tears. “Tell me,” he persuaded.


“It’s stupid,” Hinata sniffed miserably. “You don’t want to hear about it.”


“Yes I do,” Kabuto said, finding that in all honesty, he really did. He was fascinated by this seemingly fragile girl. He wanted to know what made her tick. What was the glue that held this porcelain creature together through all the hardships that shinobi were required to endure? Her personality seemed too timid to allow her to be a great kunoichi, much less the future head of the Hyuuga household, and yet here she was, being assigned solo missions. That had to count for something. He had a feeling she was indeed a powerful kunoichi, but that seemed to contradict everything about her except her interesting blood line limit, and his innate curiosity wanted to delve into her mind and sort out how such a conundrum was possible.


Hinata looked unconvinced, clearly not wanting to divulge her personal secrets, but he could see her resolve weaken when he cupped her cheek, the tender gesture seeming to both surprise and comfort her while making her blush. Apparently she wasn’t used to such treatment, which Kabuto thought was quite a shame. A woman as beautiful as the Hyuuga heiress should have someone to worship that silky skin of hers.


“Tell me,” he coaxed again, and this time, Hinata finally conceded.


“W-well,” she began, the jutsu on her weak enough that she could turn her head to the side as she spoke, cheeks flaming with humiliation. “T-there’s someone back home who is very important to me. I a-admire him a lot. He kept me going when I wanted to give up being a kunoichi.”


Kabuto nodded, encouraging her to continue as the hand on her cheek moved to brush away a strand of ebony hair that had fallen into her eyes. The gesture seemed to fluster her for her stutter only increased, but the medic only smiled, finding her shyness endearing.


“I-I’ve l-l-loved him for a long t-time, but…”


She trailed off, leaving Kabuto to fill in the blank.


“But he doesn’t feel the same?” he asked.


“He doesn’t e-even know that I l-like him,” Hinata replied, softly, still staring off at the cave wall to her left.


“Why don’t you tell him?” he asked, his warm breath washing over her exposed cheek and ear, smirking when she shivered slightly in response.


“I can’t.”


“Why not?”


“He’s in love with s-someone else now.”


So it all made sense. The poor kunoichi had gone and had her heart broken right before her mission. He found it interesting that even shinobi had teenage drama in their lives. His years were spent faithfully serving Orochimaru so troubles involving girls and juvenile crushes had not concerned him. When he wanted a woman, he went out and got one, or seduced a female test subject at his master’s compound, but he never made any commitments to one. It was just mutual physical satisfaction, a brief sexual interaction. Emotions were left out of it. He found it to be easier that way.


“Why would he pick someone else over you?” he asked, the hand entwined with hers squeezing gently.


Hinata’s voice was soft, almost a whisper as she spoke.


“He’s a-always been in love with her. She’s pretty, and strong, and an a-amazing kunoichi. She’s more e-experienced with men too.”


Kabuto couldn’t resist teasing her in her flustered state, asking a question he already clearly knew the answer to.


“You’re not experienced with men?” he rasped against her ear.


His words caused her to turn her head to face him, wide eyed and more flushed than before. It seemed her face would stay a perpetual shade of pink as long as he kept talking with her.


“N-no! O-o-f course n-not!” she gasped as if she were scandalized by the notion.


“Not even a kiss?”


Hinata shook her head.


“I see. Allow me to change that,” Kabuto mused, cupping her cheek again.


Even though Kabuto seemed to move in slow motion, everything was happening far too fast for Hinata to register. One moment, he was removing his wire framed glasses, gazing down at her without the transparent barrier between them, and the next, his lips were on hers, pressing softly, moving sensually as he stole her very first kiss.


She was too shocked to do anything other than lay still, wide eyed and frozen as he kissed her gently. Her heart was racing and her mind was screaming that she should stop him, that her first kiss wasn’t supposed to be with anyone but Naruto, but she couldn’t deny that this feeling, though overwhelmingly embarrassing, was actually rather pleasant.


It was over before she could even wrap her head around what was happening, shocked and motionless even as he began to pull away.


A smug smile was on his lips as he spoke in a husky whisper.


“There, now you can say you’ve been kissed.”


His smirk only deepened as she stuttered a shaky reply, trying to sound indignant but failing miserably when the tremors in her voice gave away how much his chaste kiss had rattled her.


“T-that doesn’t c-c-count!”


Kabuto couldn’t really say why he had impulsively kissed her. The fact that she was a beautiful naked women trapped beneath him might have something to do with it, but he also found it to be something of a tragedy that such a glorious body had remained untouched for nineteen years, especially when her profession could mean sudden death at any given time.


He certainly had surprised her, those unique white eyes wide with shock. He could practically feel the heat radiating off her cheeks as her blush turned a startling shade of red. She was making it quite obvious she was indeed as inexperienced as she claimed, but Kabuto couldn’t help but be attracted by her innocence. It was a rare attribute in the people he came across.


“It doesn’t?” Kabuto smiled, finding himself wanting this woman more than he had wanted anything in a long time. “Then what can I do to make it count?”


Once again Hinata was struck speechless as he dipped his head for another kiss. One of his hands was still cupping her cheek, making sure she didn’t turn away while the other pinned her slender wrist to the floor. Her free hand pushed at his shoulder meekly but she was still too shocked by this sudden turn of events to put up much of a fight. If he had been intending to kill her with a chakra laden punch, she would have been better prepared to fight him, but she had never before experienced an attack of this kind and wasn’t sure how to combat it. Her lips parted in a surprised gasp as his tongue traced the fullness of her lower lip.


Kabuto took the opportunity to slip his tongue past those rosy lips, exploring her mouth and tasting her sweet flavor. She whimpered deliciously as he ran his tongue over even rows of white teeth and stroked her velvet tongue with his own. She remained rigid and unresponsive, but Kabuto was planning on changing that. He was a top medic after all and knew everything about the human body and, while he was an expert at inflicting massive amounts of pain, the flip side of that coin allowed him to also give unimaginable pleasure.


His hand left her face, sliding over her slender neck where he could feel her pulse racing against his fingertips. Without even opening his eyes, he pressed softly glowing fingers to known pressure points, injecting his chakra into her and stimulating hormones and endorphins in her as he continued to explore her mouth, sucking on her tongue and biting at her lips.


Hinata had never thought her first kiss would belong to a stranger, and certainly not when they were both completely naked and hiding out in a cave. Events were happening so differently from how she had imagined, but she knew her dreams of lying in Naruto’s arms were lost. He had Sakura now and if she wanted to save herself more heartache, she would move on as well, but how could she do that after loving nobody but him for years?


The answer seemed to have appeared right in front of her in the form of this mysterious man kissing her senseless. The movements of his tongue against hers were slow, thorough and passionate, making her body tingle in strange ways she had never experienced before. This was wrong, horribly sinfully wrong and she knew it. This was no way for a good girl to act, letting an unknown ninja touch her so shamelessly, and yet, her body grew hotter with every passing moment and though she was blushing head to toe, she was curious about the delicious feelings he was sending racing through her body, robbing her of her will to stop him.


Within minutes, he had pumped her bloodstream full of enough hormones to make any female crazy, even an adorably chaste one like Hinata. Her body temperate had jumped several degrees and when he finally broke his kiss, he found she was breathing much heavier than normal. Her iridescent eyes were hazy and disoriented and her lips were slightly swollen from his ministrations.


“Does that count as being kissed?” he chuckled, liking the wanton picture she made even if he could only see her from the neck up, rosy skin illuminated in the lanterns’ golden glow.


She nodded mutely, still recovering from the sensation of his tongue gliding along her own. She was so hot, almost feverish, and a strange, wet heat had begun to gather in her loins, making her all the more embarrassed about her current state of undress.


“You don’t have to stay inexperienced, Hinata” the medic whispered before pressing his lips to her jaw and trailing kisses to her ear. “I could show you more.”


She shivered at the touch, her mind far foggier than it should have been. She wondered if kisses were supposed to make people this way or if he had caught her in some sort of jutsu while she had been distracted. She was completely open to attack, unguarded and vulnerable but she couldn’t seem to get herself together. It was all she could do to utter a breathy reply that what he was doing to her was wrong.


“Wrong?” Kabuto rasped against her ear, impressed that she had the ability to think when there were enough endorphins in her blood to keep her in a hazy state of bliss. “Why is it wrong? You like what I’m doing don’t you?”


His tongue traced the rim of her ear, making her shiver again as his free hand slid lower to tickle over her collarbone.


“I d-don’t even know you,” the Hyuuga panted, trying to keep her eyes from sliding shut as he took her earlobe between his teeth and tugged it gently.


“Why does that matter? I just want to make you feel good, Hinata.”


And to his surprise, he found that he did. This was about more than satisfying his own primal urges. As it was, he was only half hard against her thigh, more concentrated on working her into a lustful frenzy, a state that he doubted the kunoichi had ever been in before. It blew his mind that such a pure woman existed in the shinobi world. She was all toned muscle and voluptuous curves, a fact he had discovered upon initially undressing her, and yet the foolish boy she had set her eyes on hadn’t even noticed her. She didn’t deserve such neglect, and if the one she admired couldn’t see that, then he was more than happy to satisfy this exotic and beautiful creature.


What he was doing to her did feel good, too good. She couldn’t even think straight and all he was doing was kissing her neck as his hand cupped her bare shoulder, thumb rubbing over her smooth skin in slow circles. This man knew just what to do to make her feel things she hadn’t even imagined. He was confident and domineering, but treated her so gently that Hinata could almost pretend there was emotion behind those tender caresses. She gazed at his face, pale strands of hair falling out of his low ponytail to frame his face. He was definitely handsome, even more so without his glasses, but he didn’t have the blonde hair and blue eyes she had longed for all her life.


“But…Naruto…” she whimpered as his tongue slicked over the pulse point in her neck, her breath hitching at the touch.


Kabuto’s eyes which had been closed as he breathed in the sweet scent of her skin, snapped open. Naruto? He was the man she had been saving herself for? The coincidence was almost too incredible to believe but it made sense she would know him considering she was from Konoha. Kabuto could hardly imagine this delicate woman falling for such a noisy, boisterous and inelegant man. So this little Hyuuga had gone and fallen in love with Naruto Uzumaki and gotten her heart broken? The Kyuubi container was an idiot for not seeing what was right in front of him.


And Kabuto was going to benefit from the blonde’s mistake.


“Do you really want to wait for him forever?” the medic nin asked, raising his head to look down at her flushed face. If she really wanted too, he supposed he wouldn’t press her further, but he couldn’t really believe a kunoichi would hold out for such an idealistic thing as love, especially when the one she was waiting for already had another woman.


“Well…I…”


Hinata hadn’t expected the question to be so difficult. Before this mission she would have cried a resounding “yes!”, even if Naruto was completely wrapped up in Sakura. But now, she wasn’t so sure. She was at the age now where everyone around her had engaged in some sort of sexual activity. It was only natural considering shinobi lives were often short and the need for comfort was greater than usual. Even Neji had tested those waters with his teammate Tenten and Hinata was beginning to feel like she was the only one still stubbornly clinging on to virginity.


But that could all change if she wanted it to.

The hand smoothing over her collarbone moved to her side, sliding from armpit to hip and back, sensually brushing the outer curve of her breast with every pass. The action promised more heated touches and sinful pleasures, pleasures Hinata felt she had been missing out on for far too long.


“Well?” Kabuto coaxed when she didn’t respond right away.


“I…I’m tired of waiting,” the kunoichi finally confessed, heart racing as she said the words she hoped would help her let go of the love that had only served in hurting her. “Show m-me what I’m m-missing.”


Her voice still trembled, incredibly nervous and embarrassed at the thought of what she had just given him permission to do, but the heat between her legs had turned into a dull, throbbing ache that was threatening to drive her mad.


Kabuto inwardly chuckled at being able to win over the woman without force. He had cheated a little by tampering with her hormone levels but the fact was, Hinata had given her consent. In all honesty, Kabuto truly wanted to make this woman feel good, to do things to her sinfully sweet body Naruto wouldn’t even dream of. No matter how shy she appeared to be, he was determined to have her crying out his name before he was through with her.


He didn’t say a word more, but dipped his head in for another searing kiss as the hand stroking along her side drifted inwards to run his fingers along the underside of her breast.


Hinata whimpered into the kiss, the sounds muffled by their clashing tongues. Kabuto noted that this time, she tried to kiss back, shyly stroking her tongue against his. He smirked against her lips and encouraged her, deepening their kiss and stealing away her breath when his hand cupped her breasts and gave it a soft squeeze.


A small, pleasured sound arose from the back of her throat, betraying her desire and Kabuto smirked, encouraged by her soft sounds to smooth his palm over the generous globe, noting it was too big to fit into his palm. He didn’t mind. He thought her body was absolutely exquisite.


He broke the kiss when his lung’s demand for air won out over his desire to taste her sweet mouth and broke away to watch her reaction as his hand molded her supple flesh.


Her eyes had drifted closed and her lips parted as she panted heavily, but nothing more than a tiny whimper escaped her. He longed to hear more of those sweet sounds, and was determined to have her moaning his name before he was through.


He descended on her neck, nibbling and sucking until red splotches bloomed over her ivory skin, and yet still she remained quiet save for soft gasp and chocked whimpers. Even a gentle bite to the juncture of her neck and shoulder didn’t produce the desired results.


“Hinata,” he growled against the slender column of her neck, his hand switching breasts to lavish attention on its twin. “Moan for me,”


The kunoichi gasped at his request. Her skin was already too flushed to blush any pinker but the thought of letting such wonton sounds escape her was humiliating. She turned her head to the side, squeezing her eyes shut tightly.


“It’s embarrassing,” she confessed.


“No, it’s sexy,” Kabuto argued, trailing fiery kisses over her collarbone. “Show me that I’m making you feel good.”


Hinata trembled as his hand stroked along the curve of her full breast. She had always been self conscious of her generous bust considering other kunoichi her age had little more than a handful, but Kabuto seemed to like what he saw, even though the way he was examining her so closely was humiliating. Her thoughts were confirmed when she felt his wonderfully skillful mouth trail down her body to lick at the tops of her breasts, making the heat in her belly flare as she struggled to keep her composure.


Kabuto’s free hand retuned to pin down the unrestrained fingers that had taken to fisting desperately in the blanket beneath them, rendering her helpless. The sight of her all flushed and needy sent a heat through him that took him by surprise. He wanted her so badly, but more importantly, he wanted to pleasure her, to make her feel things she had never known before. The thought of him being inside her before any other man was an exciting one, but for some reason, the importance of her enjoying every moment of it reigned supreme in his mind, an unusual thought considering the women he usually claimed, he treated more like convenient methods of stress release. But this pure and fragile creature was different somehow, although he couldn’t really say why.


Kabuto found the creamy flesh of her breasts too tantalizing to resist and lowered his head to taste them. He sucked at the side of one soft mound, noting how her wine-colored nipples were already distended and hard, just begging for attention. But he wouldn’t give it to her, not yet.


Hinata gasped as she felt his teeth graze her porcelain skin, and then sooth it with a few strokes of his tongue. He was doing incredible things to her and she could feel her self control slipping. She wanted to tell him to stop before she let out a sound that was truly embarrassing, but she was afraid to open her mouth.


Kabuto could see that she was weakening and chuckled. His already hardened member was throbbing against her thigh at the prospect of this little game. He centered her mouth over one pebbled bud and let his hot breath wash over it, drawing circles around the areola with his tongue but never touching the tightened nipple.


She arched reflexively, trying to press herself into his mouth but he was gone before she had even fully registered the sensation, nipping instead at the underside of the other mound. A frustrated whimper passed her parted lips and Kabuto smirked, knowing she couldn’t keep quiet much longer.


“You don’t have to hold back,” he growled around the supple flesh in his mouth, teeth leaving red marks on her delicate skin.


Hinata whimpered again, writhing in his grip as she fought her conflicting emotions of embarrassment and desire, unsure of how exactly she should react.


And then his mouth was on her, encasing her nipple suddenly and sucking like a hungry infant. The sensation of his hot, wet mouth on her sent raw pleasure shooting up her spine like an electric current and she couldn’t swallow down the pleasured cry that flowed past her lips.


“Good girl,” Kabuto chuckled, releasing her breast just long enough to utter his praise before descending on her again. He flicked his tongue over the distended nipple, bit it gently, took it between his teeth and tugged lightly. He sucked her tight nipple into his mouth and pulled as far as he could before it popped free and bounced back with an enticing jiggle that made him repeat the action again and again.


“No,” Hinata panted between feverish cries, embarrassed by the way he seemed to delight in playing with her breasts.


Kabuto ignored her, savoring her sweet taste until the ivory mounds were covered with angry red marks, showing just how thoroughly he’d ravaged her.


He gazed down at her, loving her wanton expression and opal eyes darkened by lust. Her bosom was heaving with every labored breath, raven hair spread out around her in a fan of inky black. His hands slid down her arms to tangle in the strands as his lips found her mouth once more, kissing her hard and deep as if he meant to eat her alive.


Hinata hadn’t felt this dizzy since she had been pieced by a kunai tipped with a hallucinogenic poison, but even that experience hadn’t left her so disoriented. The pleasurable waves assaulting all her nerve endings left her breathless and hungry, and that hunger only increased as his mouth disengaged and once again began its journey down her body, raining down searing kisses over her neck and breasts before pausing over her navel, his hands finding purchase on her shapely hips.


“You’re quite responsive, little kunoichi,” he smirked, noticing how she shivered when he blew warm air over her bare stomach. His comment made her squirm in embarrassment but he held her still. Her belly was flat and smooth, the faintest outline of toned abdominals showing beneath alabaster skin. His own washboard stomach was pressed against her thighs, thighs she insisted on keeping squeezed together tightly, denying him a glimpse of her most sacred of places.


He could smell the spicy scent of her desire, letting it fill his nostrils like an exotic incense, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted more than just a hint of her fragrance, he wanted to inhale it deeply, to savor it, taste it.


He drew random patterns over her stomach, his tongue dipping into her naval every now and then as his thumbs drew soothing circles over her hip bones. He noticed that her attempts to quell her moans had all but failed, for she seemed to be letting out pleasure sounds with more frequency.


He kissed lower and lower until he discovered a dark patch of inky curls, the hair shielding her mound having the same blue tint as the hair on her head. Her body stiffened suddenly, as if realizing exactly where his head was, and a startled gasp followed as his hands drifted down to run over silky thighs.


“Open up for me, Hinata,” he murmured, breath washing over downy curls. “Let me have a peek.”


The Hyuuga had lost herself completely in the haze of pleasure surrounding her, but his request sent everything snapping back into sharp focus. His face was there, a place she didn’t even like to look at herself, and yet he wanted to examine even that part of her. When she had agreed to let him touch her, she had imagined him slipping inside of her while still engaged in a kiss, never laying eyes on the tender place between her legs, but it seemed he would not be denied a look.


“No, don’t!” she cried, squeezing her legs together even tighter and burying fingers into his hair, trying to pull him away from the place she was trying to hide.


Kabuto seemed indifferent to the small hands wrapped around the base of his ponytail. He didn’t let her frantic tugging deter him, instead bringing a hand instead to rest low on her belly just above her pubic hair.


“Shh, don’t panic. I won’t hurt you,” Kabuto soothed, looking up into her wide eyes. “In fact, I promise it will feel quite…pleasurable.”


A pulse of chakra accompanied his last word, targeting the feminine muscles inside her and making them contract rhythmically in a way that mimicked that of a natural orgasm.


Hinata moaned long and low, arching as the short, although intense wave of pleasure washed over her. The heat between her legs was positively throbbing, but she was still too shy to show such a vulgar part of her body to him. With what little energy she had left, she struggled to throw him off of her as his hands gripped her thighs and gently tried to spread them apart.


“No! Stop it! Don’t look there!” Hinata sobbed, mortified and a little afraid of the man above her.


Kabuto realized she couldn’t be convinced and would just have to show her what amazing things her could do if granted access to her feminine flower.


He released her to form a few quick hand seals, pressing glowing fingers back to her thighs and smirking at her shocked expression as her leg muscles went lax.


“There is no need to get so worked up,” he sighed, shaking his head in admonishment. “Just relax and trust me on this. I think you’ll like what I have planned for you.”


“No, stop!” she cried, finding that her upper body still worked just fine and that he had merely paralyzed her from the waist down. Her hands still tugged on his hair until the band holding the strands in place slid free, the silvery hair falling forward to frame his face.


“Shh,” he soothed as he gripped a toned thigh in each hand, still lying on his stomach as he spread her open and revealed the place no man had ever seen before.


His soft sound of reverence was drowned out by Hinata’s protests, face burning as he took all of her in with dark eyes. He hadn’t looked at her here while undressing her, for he was not so crude as to shamelessly exploit the poor girl while she was unconscious, but the exquisite view accompanied by the overwhelming scent of her arousal made his mouth water for her.


“Wow,” he hummed, letting his thumbs come to the lips of her sex and spreading her wide open, revealing soft pink folds that glistened with her liquid need. “You’re so pretty down here, Hinata. I wish you could see yourself, all pink and wet…”


The kunoichi’s only reply was a mortified sob, covering her face with her hands. Since she had use of them, she probably should have been forming a seal for any variety of jutsu that would blow him into little pieces for doing this to her, but she couldn’t seem to remember a single one.


Kabuto gently blew cool air over her opening, smirking when he could actually see the muscles of her canal contract in response. Her clit was a shiny pink pearl, surprisingly large and extremely swollen. Running a finger along the outer edge of her opening revealed that she wasn’t just wet, but absolutely drenched with desire, and he noted that her thighs twitched at the contact, her body clearly ready to be touched even if her mind wasn’t.


He centered his head between her thighs and breathed deeply, savoring her musky scent until he was dizzy with it. His cock throbbed again, more painfully this time at the sight of what it would soon be inside of, but he wanted, no, needed to taste her first.


“Look at me,” he commanded gently, seeing that she was still sobbing softly behind her hands.


She shook her head rapidly in response, trying to block out that he was there, looking at such an embarrassing part of her.


Kabuto sighed at her shyness and decided to do something that would get her attention. He lowered his head and ran his tongue along her inner thigh.


She practically shrieked in surprise, her body jumping as her hands flew away from her face, watching him wide eyed as his licked his lips savoring the hint of flavor he had lapped up.


“Watch me,” he ordered again, keeping his dark eyes locked on her milky ones as he lowered his head to her feminine flower and began to lap at her with long, slow strokes of his tongue.


A shrill sound of both surprise and pleasure tore from Hinata’s mouth, even as her hands flew to loose strands of silver hair and tried to pry his head away. She pushed up into a sitting position and tried to scramble backwards, but his hold on her thighs prevented her from doing little more than flailing her legs recklessly.


“You can’t put your tongue there!” she cried, her voice high and panicky. “This is too embarrassing! You’re too—oh!”


Kabuto let his lips close around her clit and applied a gentle suction that had Hinata trembling. Her sweet honey was like ambrosia and he couldn’t seem to get his fill. Her shocked moans fueled his raging arousal and he began to suck at her more fervently, loving how her hard little pearl felt in his mouth.


Her protests turned breathless and broken and she collapsed back to the ground, moans punctuating every half hearted request for him to stop. What he was doing to her was sinfully wicked, but felt so damn good that she couldn’t even breathe. She watched in fascinated horror as he feasted on her hungrily, his eyes watching her over the curve of her hip. She wanted to look away, to shut her eyes and block out that mortifying image, but she couldn’t seem to stop staring as he released her clit with a pop and began stroking her labia with his tongue that sent her body into a new fit of shivers.


“Oh…oh please…” she whimpered, no longer knowing if she was begging for more or for him to stop. Her brain felt as liquid as the naughty place between her legs and making rational thoughts was suddenly an impossible task.


Kabuto watched her face as his tongue probed her silky nether lips, his wet tongue sliding over them, working deeper and deeper until he was dipping the tip of his agile muscle into her canal. Her jaw slackened and her body shuddered, legs clenching around his shoulders, and when he thrust inside a little deeper and began to swirl his tongue in tiny circles, her eyes nearly rolled back in her head before her eyes drifted shut, a keening cry escaping her lips.


Her lusty sounds only made him want her more and he began to plunge his tongue in and out of her, oblivious to the vulgar slurps and squelches of her pulsating sex that were nearly drowned out by her heated moans. Her hips began to buck irregularly as she subconsciously sought fulfillment and Kabuto growled with primal need against her fleshy folds, swept up in the taste and smell and feel of her.


Hinata was helpless to do little more than moan and writhe, her body thrumming with fiery pleasure that pulsed through her with every flick of his tongue. She felt dirty and wanton, but she loved what he was doing to her, even if she couldn’t bring herself to think too much about where his tongue actually was, for she couldn’t understand why any man would want to put his mouth there.


Kabuto was drowning in her, so entranced by the taste of her dripping pussy that he forgot everything else. He pulled away, gazing at her sex that was practically begging to be filled, her clit now puffy and red after his insistent sucking. Without any warning, he brought a hand to her entrance and gently pushed a single digit into her, groaning aloud when it slid in seamlessly and was immediately gripped tightly by her hot little hole.


The kunoichi’s back arched clear off the blanket and she cried out in pleasure, her body awash in white hot heat as her sex was filled for the first time. Kabuto held her thrashing body down with a hand on her hip as he began to slowly thrust in and out of her, loosening her up for what was to come. She was so fucking tight, and he thought her blazing heat might scorch him. She gasped and panted and moaned, going wild when it was only a single finger inside her, and he decided it was about time to see how she would react when he joined her body with his.


The Hyuuga whimpered as she felt his digit retreat, pressing a shaking hand to her lips as she watched him crawl over her form, his erect member in his hand. It was her first time getting a good look at it and the sight was enough to brake through her haze briefly. She wasn’t experienced enough to know what was considered big and what was not, but he certainly looked intimidating, thick and hot and swollen, a bead of glistening precum oozing from the tip.


She let out a small squeak as he aligned their bodies, feeling his head press to her swollen lips.


She was expecting a word of warning, or perhaps another command to watch him as he entered her, but instead he dipped his head to kiss her once more, hands bracing themselves on either side of her as he began to slowly pushing his hips forward, swallowing up her feverish cries as he sank into her inch by inch.


The breath was driven from his lungs at the feel of her virgin tightness around him. She was slick and liquid, pulsing with incredible heat and energy and he longed to slam in and out of her until he found release, but instead, he kissed her hard and deep, his tongue mimicking the actions of their lower bodies as he established a slow rhythm.


Hinata had been prepared for pain, and there indeed was an initial discomfort at being stretched so wide, but the sensation slowly faded, replaced by something absolutely indescribable. The pleasure that had flowed through her in erratic bursts before became constant, overwhelming her senses and blocking out everything except the dark eyes fixed on hers, his body moving above her, and the feeling of him deep inside.


Her moans were loud and uninhibited now, the kunoichi was too far gone to be self conscious as he increased the tempo of his thrusting hips, breaking the kiss to look into her face and see those opal eyes lose their focus as he hit a particularly pleasurable spot inside her. She looked so damn sexy, kiss-swollen lips and flushed cheeks making him even hotter for her.


Wanting to penetrate her deeper, he slung her legs over his shoulders nearly, bending her in half, and began to thrust hard and fast, pushing her previously untouched body to the limit.


Hinata sobbed as a wave of heat radiated from her core. His cock was driving into her deep enough to hit her cervical wall with every thrust and the reverberations from the contact were enough to make her scream in delight. His movements were rough and animalistic now but Hinata didn’t care, both of them were too eager to find release to care.


She stretched her hands overhead, grabbing fistfuls of blanket in an attempt to anchor herself to something as he swept her away with pleasure, her head rolling from side to side helplessly as her eyes drifted closed. It felt good in a way nothing ever had before, and this deep, intimate connection with the man wedged inside her was unlike anything she had previously experienced. In this moment, she was his whole world, and no one had ever looked at her the way he was looking at her now, like she was beautiful, a goddess, like he existed only for her.


Kabuto watched her plentiful breasts bounce and her back arch, her face contorted into an expression of pure pleasure. He couldn’t imagine anyone not wanting this amazing woman, for even in all her shyness and insecurity, she was still absolutely breath taking.


The sight of her succumbing to him completely made his balls tighten, warning that he was on the edge of climax.


“Hinata,” he ground out through gritted teeth. “I’m going to come inside you.”


The Hyuuga heard him say something, but couldn’t quite fit a meaning with his words, for his thrusts suddenly got quicker, driving into her quivering sex relentlessly. Something low in her belly was tightening as a result, something Hinata had never felt, but she had a feeling it was the beginnings what was to be her very first orgasm and she both feared and welcomed it.


Not wanting to leave her unfulfilled, Kabuto reached a hand between their bodies to where they were joined and began rubbing her swollen clit, feeling her muscles ripple around his cock immediately in response as her lusty cries went up an octave.


“Come on Hinata, come with me,” he rasped, his light silver hair falling around them as he lowered his head to kiss her again.


His skilled fingers on her clit made her clench and flutter and it was all he could do not to spill himself inside her immediately, but as a medic, he had an excellent understanding of his body and was able to hold out a few more minutes until the writhing woman beneath him suddenly went rigid as an orgasm overtook her.


Hinata’s impassioned cries ceased, her mouth opening instead in a silent scream as her whole body trembled. Kabuto grunted at her body squeezed him tightly, finally allowing himself to release inside her, getting off on the sight of her mid orgasm and the knowledge that he was the first man to release his essence into her womb.


“Mmm! Ahh! Ka—Ka…”


She tried calling his name when she found her voice again, but realized she couldn’t even remember more than the first syllable. Her body was drifting as colors exploded in front of her eyes. She was just on her way down from her incredible high when she felt something hot flood her pussy, seeping into her womb in a way that was somehow both erotic and pleasurable.


Exhausted, Kabuto collapsed wearily onto his lover, panting heavily against her neck as he tried to recover from what could very well be the most incredible sex he’s ever had. His flaccid cock was still inside her, and he could feel the occasional contractions of her sex around him as her body quivered in the aftermath. Usually, this was the part where he pulled out, and took off for the nearest shower, forgetting all about the woman as soon as she was out of sight, but instead, he pressed soft kissed to her neck and face, smiling down at her with equal parts satisfaction, adoration and smugness.


“You can no longer call yourself inexperienced,” he chuckled against her ear.


Hinata hummed quietly in agreement as Kabuto summoned the strength to sit up. He pulled out of her and watched with interest as a thick, milky liquid oozed from her enflamed opening. He was captivated by it, the proof of their coupling, but before he had finished drinking in the sight of her, she rolled to the side, curling into the fetal position.


“Stop looking at me like that,” she murmured shyly, obviously still not completely over her insecurities, but this time, a soft smile played on her lips as she said it.


Kabuto relented, instead laying down behind her and pressing his chest to her back, pulling the second blanket over them to keep them warm as they listened to the roaring winds outside.


Kabuto could heat the kunoichi’s breathing begin to even out as her pulse returned to normal and soon she was sound asleep, apparently deciding that he was someone she could trust.


The medic smiled faintly as his hands fingers played with a lock of her dark, silky hair. She was lucky he wasn’t planning on hurting her, for she was totally vulnerable in her current state.


He wondered what he was actually planning on doing with her and found he didn’t know anymore. He had intended to take her with him back to Orochimaru’s base and keep her there as a test subject, unlocking the secrets of the Byakugan at his leisure, but if he did that, a problem presented itself.


Sasuke was Orochimaru’s ultimate goal for a body, but that goal was still a long way off and the snake sennin was certain to need another body in the meantime. If he brought the Hyuuga with him, Orochimaru would be certain to set his sights on her.


Kabuto shouldn’t have minded, for it was his job to serve his master, but for some reason, he didn’t want to see this young woman disappear, her body becoming just a shell for Orochimaru’s soul. He liked her timidness combined with her unexpected inner strength. He still couldn’t quite figure her out and liked the mystery of her. And though the thought of taking her back home was tempting, allowing him to ravage her as often as he wanted, he didn’t want to see that captivating personality of hers snuffed out.


He couldn’t understand why he felt this way, for the fact that he was even contemplating letting her go was proof enough of her strange hold on him, but she had given something he didn‘t think he had before. In their intimate moments, she had been open and honest, keeping no secrets from him as most kunoichi were apt to do. He had been able to see into her soul just a little bit, and although it wasn’t enough to let him unravel the enigma about her, it was enough for him to feel truly connected to another for the first time in…well…ever.


His mind made up, he sat up beside her, looking over her porcelain face once last time as he formed the deals for a sleep jutsu that ensured she would continue to slumber for the next several hours.


XXXXX


Hinata awoke feeling refreshed and more energized than she had been in some time. Her heart was light and she couldn’t understand why, but a quick glance at her surroundings reminded her of all that had transpired. She was still in the cave, and still naked, although wrapped up in blankets, but she was alone.


The wind was no longer howling outside and a quick tally of the items remaining in the cave told her that Kabuto was already long gone. His clothes were missing and only one oil lamp remained, the light flickering dimly as it was on the verge of burning out.


She stood and walked to her clothes. The cloth was dry against her fingertips and so she shrugged into them, combing fingers through her tangled hair as best she could. She had lost her pack in her fight with the rogue ninja, but closer inspection of her clothes revealed a small pouch of dried meat that Kabuto had slipped into her pocket. It would be enough to sustain her until she could find more to eat.


She began to walk to the cave’s entrance, wincing a little at the soreness between her legs. A blush warmed her cheeks at the memories of her blissful encounter. He was no longer a virgin, her maidenhood claimed by a stranger. She didn’t know a thing about the man that had made such passionate love to her and supposed she never would, for it was almost certain she would never see him again.


She emerged into the open, squinting as her eyes adjusted to the bright light glinting off the fresh snow. She searched the ground for footprints but found none. He must have left while the snow was still falling so that it would cover up his tracks.


She found a tree that towered above all the others and climbed it, realizing she hadn’t been taken far from her initial course back home and could easily get her bearings.


She set off to the South, moving quickly to make up for lost time, for she had no idea how long she had been in that cave. The soreness at the juncture of her thighs was still prominent but was nothing more than a mild discomfort, and a constant reminder of what she had done.


She wasn’t sure how she felt about her encounter with Kabuto. She didn’t think she regretted it, for the memory of his touches brought a blush to her face and a smile to her lips, but she couldn’t believe she was really okay with giving up her innocence so easily.


But if not to Kabuto, then to whom? Naruto was with Sakura now and would never look Hinata’s way, but to her surprise, the thought didn’t sting as much as she had expected it to. While she certainly wasn’t over him, perhaps losing her virginity to another had been the first step in moving on, in opening her mind to the idea that there were others out there beside the whiskered man she had always been infatuated with.


She through the woods, as soft as quiet as a shadow, chakra covered feet skimming over the surface of the plentiful snow drifts towards her home which promised much warmer weather.


Deep down, she knew she was fine with what had happened. It was time for her to move on and so she had, and Kabuto had been in the right place at the right time, although she still couldn’t place where she had seen him before.


She knew she would never tell another soul what had happened on this mission. This would be her greatest secret, kept out of all mission reports and journal entries, but emblazoned forever in the recesses of her mind.


Besides, she doubted anyone would believe a word of the story of shy and innocent Hinata Hyuuga giving herself up willingly to a perfect stranger. A smile formed on her lips at the thought. A day ago, she would have felt the same way.