Chains

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Hinata’s father had come to scoop her up and carry her to safety. I however, remained reluctant and conveyed my wishes to stay a bit longer in the tropics. With hours of arguing and long explanations she dutifully resigned to my position vowing to keep my secret of safety and discretion. I was safe, but I did not arrive with her. Besides, it’s not me her father was concerned about getting back to the states. With a sorrowful goodbye she took a taxi to the landing strip and three days and a phone call later she was back home in the lap of luxury and security. I myself was more than happy for her and settled as ease. She urged one last time that a plane could be arranged to gather me into the bosom of safety yet I declined.

She had offered to stay but I refused to keep her tethered to me any further. Not when her chance at happiness was only a matter of days away. Hinata was back in her element and there was no amount of hush money paid to the tabloids in order to keep this out of the headlines. I however remained a shadow.

It was how I wanted it to be. Given the circumstances I remained thusly. Hinata was the important figurehead that needed to be back in the corporations chair while I gathered my thoughts. Her father was not my own and therefore I didn’t come from money and comfortability. I worked hard to get what little savings I could squirrel away and now I had nothing more than a blank canvas for my future.

I let Sasuke know about Hinata’s return. In turn he let me know about his brother and his plans for splitting up in order to get their ducks in a row before retiring from their corrupt business. I couldn’t have picked a better place to take all this in and the salt of the sea air spraying upon me with every moist breath of wind alleviated the stress of it all.

I could open my hospital. I could go back to New York or even my homeland of Japan and get things running. It would take time for the land permits to be approved as well as other headaches in order to get zoning permits and builders to start the hospital. I gave myself a year to get it up and running and with the wealth coming my way thanks to my small part in the downfall of Danzo I could hire the best and fastest builders that wouldn’t just sit around on the job drinking beers and getting paid to loiter and laze about.

I knew a handful of old employers who introduced me to the board of the hospitals I worked at. Perhaps I could persuade them to integrate into my new facility. It would be an excellent start given I wouldn’t be naively throwing myself at the mercy of more wolves that would steal my building from me in due time. Shizune had been an excellent teacher as well as mentor to me and of course I would want Tsunade to be at the helm of my ship.

I began formulating my plan filling my journal with the layout. I filled the margins with a lot of question marks that I knew would easily be slashed out in due time as I asked for this generous favor. The stroke of my pen paused. I suddenly began flipping back to the beginning logs of my journal. Back when I had requested Sasuke to get me one while I was in captivity. 

My eyes slowly scan the beginning remnants of a scared little girls scribbling as her hands had trembled as she recounted the tales of her terrible captors. Had things changed so drastically that the terror put into these paragraphs meant nothing now? I devoured each page until I got to a part where I hadn’t written in months. Not up until now did I begin to start back up where I had left off.

When did I stop? After Sasuke’s plea for me not to force his hand? Yes. It was that day. All my fears slowly began dissolving away and I had no need for the comfort of pen and paper and it wasn’t long after that when we...I look at the blank span of pages after my last confession crestfallen at the fact that I didn’t recant the details of my first time down. It was so clear in my minds eye now, but in time the details could become fuzzy and muddled by my dreams. My truth might be diluted with that of my unconscious imaginings. It wouldn’t be the first time in history for this to happen.

I tear the pages out up until the new broad planning I had dared to dream were protected by the doodles in the margin. The book no longer closed securely as it once did. The jagged tears left the cover slightly parted from the pages. I fastened it with the tie and tossed the pages into the pit of the fire alighting the kindling and waiting for the flames to lap against the logs.

I slumped in my chair holding the severed paper in my hands. This was damning evidence. The date, the time, all stamped with the treacherous tales that would damn the brothers and send them away past the twenty five year limit. I thought about the plan that was to play out. Hinata would pin it all on Danzo. Everything and neglect to regale Sasuke and Itachi from the wrong doing. No harm, no foul.

This was the last substantial material that would serve as the nails in their coffins. I part my fingers watching the papers become swallowed by the growing frame curling the parchment and erasing my sin. It wasn’t the only thing the fire cleansed upon this night. It too finally freed me of the little girl so hesitant on reaching for higher things than I thought I was capable of.

I will leave behind my former self in this place. I will let her become a ghost that can never hurt me from here on out. I make this private vow to myself once more and cleanse my own spirit by wading into the water until my roses locks are swallowed by the surface of the water. I hold my breath until my lungs feel as though they will burst and in the rebirth of the full moonlight I breach the surface renewed. I will continue to grow and not stunt my limitations.

I enjoy the array of tangy flavors the island offers. I must confess I’m still not a fan of pineapple on my pizza but—I will accept the sour sweet flavor it makes in a sea breeze.

I cant understand some of the shows on the airways but I leave it on for background noise. I barely have the audio at six when there’s a knock at the door. I snap my attention across the way fearful it’s Danzo’s goons come to rape and murder me scattering my body parts across the islands so that I will never keep whole and spirit at rest.

I pull a knife from the cutting board tucking it behind my back making my way to the door. No one knows I’m here and the hut is paid in full for the month. I manage to find the bolt sliding it away from jam opening the door a crack. Beneath the porch light and stars is a familiar face. I practically wrap my arms around his neck throwing myself at him knowing full well he’ll hold me up and easily catch me.

Sasuke lacks words. He’s a man whose still waters run deep and I’ve accepted him as such. Even now we speak through our actions. His lips finding mine, my fingers tangling into the rough toss led knots of his locks as I wrap my legs around his waist while he grasps my ass until its perched against the azure countertop.

We’re immediately freeing ourselves from the heated restriction of our clothing as we fumble our fingers clumsily against the ties of our waistbands. Were I a more heeding person I would have remembered to change out of my swimsuit, but since I was wrapped up in panic and forgot about my decency I was thankful I had it on once Sasuke came into view.

He’s just as hungry as I am though he’ll never confess this out loud. He finds my hardened nipples easily drawing the spaghetti strings of my bikini easily away from my skin. I pout slightly. It isn’t fair that he’s always able to get me naked first leaving me wanting. I roll his shirt up graced with the knotted hard muscle tightly fit over the lines of his stomach. My fingers glide over the ridges of his ribs until my nails harshly bite into the thick flesh of his shoulder when his teeth tease my pink buds.

I moan feeling myself clench and in need of him to fill me to the hilt with his cock. I give him another note when his fingers push the hood of my clit back and the balls of his calloused fingers roll clockwise around my pearl sending delicious shockwaves of silver straight to my nipples and cause my cunt to ache and drench. I use the friction from my slick thighs to buck my hips up into his hand raging with need.

I can feel the bastards smug smirk pressed against the length of my throat. The press of his hot spongy tongue drags to the lobe of my ear where he nips and breaths hotly against the shell of my ear. I can feel his jeans inflate as he swells against my stomach. I whine softly not able to keep myself from shoving that bulge inside me until I’m satisfied and filled to the hilt.

“Please...” I beg against his equally reddened ears. He smells of sweat and musk. The same scent that I yearned for once the weight of the other side of my mattress lacked his body. Without another bit of foreplay he’s guiding his head past my slick walls which swallow him in a tight hold. I can feel my walls clamp and pulsate causing him to grunt while his hands which are flat against the countertop curl into fists. His knuckles burn against the rough surface and the jerky dragging of his hips make me encourage him to go deeper into me.

He finds a smooth rhythm and our midsections kiss with perfect synergy that beats against my clit sending me into roiling orgasms. His hips choke and stutter while I ride my release out slicking his member to take him in fully. He ruts into me until he himself spills his hot seed inside me causing me to climax with him. He rides his erection out until we’re both collapsed against one another.

I’m yet again left with holding his head against my chest embarrassed that we weren’t successful in getting all our clothes off. My legs are restricted by the tangled mess of my bottoms fastening my ankles behind his lower back as he pulls out. My cunt drenches and drips with milky white and before I know it we go for round two.

By the third time we’re in the shower and free of discharge and bodily fluids. I lay at his side exhausted and satisfied tracing the lines of his face until he yields my hand grumbling about going to sleep.

I hold my mug of coffee between my hands gazing at the bare back of the man that has a strange obsessive hold on me. I trace the lines that make him up with my eyes and drink in every movement he makes. From the flex of the wings of his shoulder blades to the extension of his willowy fingers as they reach and draw a mug of his own out of the cupboard.

“Tell me what happened.” I’m still in my euphoric cloud of lust but we cant just rut like animals for a week. Despite my inner self wanting nothing more than to have it just like that.

“Itachi is somewhere in Columbia. Last I spoke with him he was taking refuge in the rolling mountains in the wilderness as happy as a lark.”

“Have you heard about any heat from...you know who?”

“Voldemort?” I roll my eyes at his sarcasm and cup my cheek waiting to absorb his every word. “No. They Hyuga wants to draw blood from any of Danzo’s crews so the roaches were sent scattering to the wind. But it seems, for now, that we’ve been overlooked and no one has brought up the prospect of a man and woman leaving his hotel room.”

It still seems impossible to me. I was in a pristine hotel where all eyes were seeking out the wealthy as well as being seen by his entourage and yet there was no hint of my suspicion being brought up to any other figurehead that wanted to usurp his position.

“Good news then.” I nodded but couldn’t shag the nagging feeling that he was still keeping something from me.

“Your being here...is part of what?” He glances at me a bit irritated at me but it surfaces my own smirk upon my lips as I preen in my seat unbothered by his souring mood.

“You know why. I wont affirm things for you every time you need confirmation of just what this is.”

“And what is this between us? Just sex?” I pull too far and he drops into his seat with an angry plop as he stares me down with eyes as black as a sharks.

“No.” I leave it at that as I drown my tongue with the flavor of the coffee. The fire from the night before billowed and simmering.

“I see Hinata is gone.”

“She is. Left about a week ago.”

“But you stayed behind.”

“I wont affirm things for you every time you need confirmation.” I smirk again while he keeps his scowl. Perhaps it is too early to tease him.

“How long do you plan on staying here?”

“At least a month. So a few more weeks.”

“Hmngh.”

“What does that mean?”

He says nothing. We stay quiet until the dregs of our cups are empty and our stomachs full from the meal he’s prepared. I draw lines in the crumbs on my plate. I await his answer feeling pressure press down on me the longer he feigns silence.

“Then I will as well.”