A.N. Warning: This chapter contains more intense content as the story slowly approaches the lemon (lemon is coming up in the next chapter, by the way, hehe).

Things escalate in this chapter, so I want to give you a heads-up that there is a significant amount of nudity, suggestive language, and also sexual foreplay. Additionally, this chapter is much MUCH longer than even Part 2, so you're in for a wild ride.

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Now, finally, after much anticipation, I am excited to present to you the next part of Clash of Possession: Part 3.

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Hinata felt like she was in hell, and if this wasn't it, she didn't know what was.

A dreadful dream materializing into reality.

The Hyūga clan, including Hinata, found themselves quickly escorted away from their once formidable compound in black sedans, tucked in tight.

Seated closely, shoulder to shoulder with Naruto in the backseat of one of the sedans, Hinata discovered herself completely separated from her family.

Instead, she was confined in a lone vehicle with her once arch-nemesis.

But now... future husband.

Hinata's lips quivered, sensing more tears on their way.

'How did it come to this?' She pondered in despair.

She couldn't resist the urge to turn her head and gaze out the window, watching as the Hyūga compound, her home, faded into the distance, like fragments of memories slipping from her grasp.

The Hyūga estate, with its towering walls, had once guarded her secrets, joys, and sorrows from childhood, till this point.

The gates of the Hyūga compound, the courtyard, the cherry blossom trees, the lifeless bodies of her people who fought valiantly, and... her father's shrine-all gradually faded away, transforming into nothing more than a distant memory as they steadily advanced toward the Uzumaki Compound.

Truly, a dark period has descended upon the Hyūga clan. Dark days and sad times.

They were now stepping into a new era in their history, pitifully descending from the pinnacle of power and formidable influence Hiashi had once established for the clan.

Now, their clan's status has undergone a complete transformation, a turn of events no one in all of Japan anticipated, marked by their significant defeat at the hands of their rival clan-the Uzumaki.

Now, the clan's left entangled with uncertainty and a foreboding future that looms ahead.

Indeed, it was hell.

Hinata whimpered.

And it was all her fault.

Hinata felt her heart constrict painfully within her chest, each thought that she conjured merely serving to magnify the weight of her guilt, prompting fresh tears to blur her vision.

'How could I have let this happen?' She thought regrettably to herself.

'How could I have let things spiral out of control like this?'

'How could I have failed my family, my clan, my otou-sama, and, most painfully, myself?'

Hinata still couldn't grasp the reality of it all, the memories of her dreadful night replaying relentlessly in her mind.

From the moment Naruto stealthily infiltrated the Hyūga compound and made his presence known to her, to now, where the majority of her kin were either slaughtered or captured, forcibly taken from their home...

She could remember everything.

She could still hear and see everything.

The massacre; the blood-curdling screams of her people...

The courtyard, stained with blood...

The tears shed by her sister and cousin...

And...

Hinata's lips trembled.

Naruto-soaked in blood.

Those images, those memories, all continued to haunt her, flashing before her eyes again and again, whether her eyes were closed or open.

They remained ever-present.

Yet, she remained in a state of denial, unable to come to terms with the harsh reality of what had transpired.

No.

She couldn't accept it-the fact that the once illustrious Hyūga clan, her beloved kin, now existed as mere shadows of their former selves, forced into submission by their primary adversary: the Uzumaki.

It was a fate Hinata never imagined would come to pass, ambitions she knew their rivals must have wished and dreamed for incessantly-the downfall of the Hyūga clan.

But she never imagined such an absurd notion would actually come to fruition.

Yet, it had.

Oh, indeed it had.

The bitter reality of it all was a harsh pill to swallow, leaving a sour taste lingering in her mouth, and an excruciating ache in her soul.

And amidst it all, Hinata couldn't shake the feeling that she was to blame. If only she had been stronger, if only she had been braver, wiser...

If only she were her father...

If only she had embodied those qualities, if only she could've been better, perhaps she would have succeeded in protecting her family, clan, and her home.

Then, maybe circumstances could have taken a different turn.

Maybe, none of this would be happening.

Hinata whimpered, shaking her head in resignation.

There was no point dwelling on it now.

It's too late for regrets.

Far too late.

The convoy of Uzumaki clan cars zoomed onward, following one another through the streets of Tokyo late into the night, almost like a funeral march.

Naruto's henchmen filled each vehicle, alongside the remnants of the once-proud Hyūga clan, Neji and Hanabi included.

Throughout the car ride, Hinata sensed Naruto's gaze on her, his once-crimson eyes now transformed back into an ocean blue.

He reclined casually, one leg draped over the other, his arms stretched along the back of the seat just behind her. His clothes still bore heavy remnants of blood, a constant reminder of the havoc he'd unleashed only moments before.

Thankfully, he gave her the space to collect her thoughts, refraining from disturbing her, at least for the time being.

But his obsessive gaze was inescapable. It seemed as if he couldn't take his eyes off her, checking on her every few seconds as if she would disappear if he didn't.

It did little to erase Hinata's uneasiness.

She grew even more so.

Hinata recoiled in her seat, desiring only to melt into the cushion behind her or, better yet, vanish into thin air-to escape the piercing blue eyes that crawled all over her without a moment's reprieve.

Naruto's eyes shifted toward his trench coat, the very coat that he had previously placed to cover her shoulders, enveloping her petite frame to provide warmth.

He watched her bow her head, and her fingers tightly claw at her blood-stained kimono, witnessing her battle to contain tears from streaming down her face.

Silent whimpers escaped her lips, but he observed as she bit the inside of her jaw, determined not to let a single sob break the eerie silence of the car. Hinata refused to allow Naruto the satisfaction of witnessing her have another breakdown.

But he heard it.

He heard her cries.

With a deep sigh, Naruto averted his gaze from Hinata, allowing her the space to process her situation in peace.

Leaning back in his seat, he closed his eyes, giving his body a break to replenish his chakra.

He's used quite a lot of it after all.

The entirety of the car ride was just that-silent.

The only audible sounds that were made were the occasional whimpers from Hinata, the rattling of the car shaking them from side to side, the hum of tires on the road, and the distant sounds of the city.

However, the space inside the car, particularly between Naruto and Hinata, remained devoid of conversation.

Until...

"We're almost there, love."

The sudden emergence of Naruto's voice jolted Hinata from her thoughts, and before she knew it, he spoke again.

"We've arrived."

Dread.

The moment those words reached her ears, a wave of dread engulfed her entirely. Nerves shot through her, rendering her body immobile.

Turning her neck toward her window proved to be a challenge, a hesitant effort to catch the first glimpse of her "new home."

But her mouth instantly fell agape at what she saw.

"O-Oh my kami." Hinata whimpered, her eyes widening in horror as she took in the sight before her.

This is it.

The Uzumaki Compound.

Never did she think she would ever lay eyes on it, yet here it stood, right before her.

Naruto's compound loomed tall within the starry night sky, a formidable spectacle that left Hinata frozen in her seat. Its towering frame against the darkness compelled her to tilt her head back, inducing a slight ache in her neck due to its vastness.

The compound seemed to sprawl endlessly across the landscape, a labyrinth of structures stretching far into the distance, all clustered together within the confines of formidable walls.

Beyond the menacing gate there, seemed to lay a world unto itself.

Hinata's widened lavender eyes surveyed the towering structures within, monolithic edifices piercing the sky, their tips vanishing into the blanket of dark clouds above.

The compound, in its entirety, boasted an obsidian black base coat adorned with accents of crimson, while sturdy wooden pillars effortlessly supported the structures.

The compound was dominated by an impressive collection of yagura towers, positioned along the perimeter of the area, reaching high into the sky.

Hinata even noticed armed guards atop those towers, pacing back and forth, vigilantly overseeing the vast expanse of the Uzumaki compound.

Each structure bore the marks of time and wear, yet maintained an imposing presence, striking fear in all those who lay eyes on them.

The roofs of each of the buildings were adorned with dark, sloping tiles, featuring menacing spikes that seemed to claw at the canvas of the night sky.

Accompanying these roofs were gargoyle statues with glowing red eyes, seemingly tracking Hinata as she passed by, sending a shiver down her spine.

The windows of the many structures were adorned with dangling red lanterns, their kanji characters emanating a soft, flickering glow that pierced the darkness, offering fleeting glimpses of the vast expanse within.

The compound, overall, extended far and wide, reaching greater heights with each stretch.

It was like a sinister fortress that seemed to be crafted from the deepest pits of the underworld.

Hinata's lips quivered.

Yes, a fortress.

Shrouded by an impenetrable shield of layered defenses, the Uzumaki compound seemed hidden from the outside world, secluded in the deep, dark depths of Tokyo.

A fortress that thrived solely within the embrace of darkness.

Hinata's lavender eyes swept across the entire compound as the car she occupied slowly traversed the entrance road.

However, the more she took in her new home, gazing out of her window to see more of her surroundings, the stronger the yearning for her old home became.

The stark contrast of the Uzumaki compound weighed heavily on her, diverging from the regal and pure white walls of the Hyūga estate she was accustomed to.

A cursory glance at the dwelling the Uzumaki clan referred to as "home" easily unveiled a distinct contrast from the ordered, tranquil, and graceful lifestyle Hinata had always known inside the Hyūga compound's walls.

The Uzumaki's way of life stood as a major contrast to the traditions of the Hyūga.

In every corner of the Uzumaki compound before her, there was nothing but an overwhelming sense of darkness, unrestrained chaos, and an unsettling sense of despair.

She hated it.

She hated it so much.

The more Hinata looked at the Uzumaki compound, and absorbed the unfamiliarity it brought, a sense of forlornness swiftly moved to engulf her whole.

Not only so, but homesickness, tinged with fear, loomed over her just as strongly.

The midnight blue-haired woman clutched the fabric of her kimono once more, bawling it up in her fists.

'I want to go back home.' She thought wearily in her head, accompanied by one dreadful tear that slipped down her cheek. But she quickly wiped it away.

She knew, deep down, that such a choice was beyond her reach now.

Her life had undergone an irreversible transformation due to her decision to pick up Naruto's coin.

She knew that.

She knew the consequences.

Stepping into this new chapter with Naruto meant bidding farewell to the Hyūga clan, her former home, life, and identity-forever.

No longer was she Hinata Hyūga, the heiress of her father's clan.

No.

In the pursuit of securing the safety and well-being of her people, she, as their leader, will walk alongside Naruto, and don the new role of being his jewel, lover, and wife.

Hinata will have to don the identity of a Uzumaki.

It was a necessary sacrifice she needed to grow accustomed to, akin to shedding old skin for the sake of new beginnings.

But she had to be honest with herself.

While grappling with acceptance of this new fate, her new role, and the accompanying responsibilities, she couldn't help the tears that welled in her eyes, and eventually, trickled down her cheeks.

She didn't want this.

Hinata had no desire to marry Naruto, let alone embrace the challenge of loving him and tolerating his mannerisms, his lifestyle, and the customs of his clan.

She had no wish to be associated with a dreadful clan like the Uzumaki and carry its name.

Certainly not in this manner.

And, of course, she had no wish to abandon the clan her father had tirelessly built, forsake her role as a Hyūga, her family name, and the cherished memories tied to said name.

She just couldn't bring herself to fully embrace such a drastic change.

She just couldn't.

Hinata turned away from the window, dragging her eyes from the looming compound before her. She bit the inside of her jaw once more, suppressing the urge to break into sobs.

Time and again, she found herself seeking solace by imagining what her father would say to comfort her in a dreadful situation such as this one.

What words of wisdom would he offer if still alive? What guidance would he provide in such a disheartening moment?

She bowed her head, deep in thought.

But it wasn't long at all before she heard his voice, echoing once again in her mind, carrying words of wisdom and fortitude with him.

"Choujo, summon courage amidst adversity, maintain your resolve even in the bleakest of hours. Be patient, for your triumph shall return."

Hinata couldn't hold it, and she found more tears streaming down her face, her jaw unclenched.

Unbeknownst to her, however, she remained completely oblivious to the piercing blue eyes that bore into the side of her head, attentively capturing her every move and expression.

Throughout the entire car ride, Naruto silently observed her, noting the vulnerability etched on his precious jewel's face. It was a skill he had honed to perfection-waiting, and watching, much like a wolf patiently lurking in the shadows.

He watched Hinata.

He studied her.

He marveled at her, especially now that she was in such close proximity to him.

However, Naruto had to admit the oddity of the situation; being near the woman of his obsessions was something he would have to grow accustomed to.

He's got so used to watching her from the shadows that now, with her so close to him, now in his clutches, he's not sure how the hell to act.

However, with Hinata now by his side, he felt assured in adapting to the unfamiliarity and, hell, achieving just about any fucking thing now.

Hinata was, after all, a reward for him-the spoils of conquering the Hyūga clan.

Therefore, he planned to savor his "reward" as thoroughly as possible.

No one can stop him now.

A contented smirk adorned Naruto's lips, and he released a sigh of triumph, shifting in his position as he fixed his blue eyes toward the front of the car.

Slowly but surely, the Hyūga clan was escorted through the grand, imposing gates of the Uzumaki Compound in the lined-up cars.

Hinata observed as the expansive gates loomed before her, embellished with the red spiral emblem of the Uzumaki clan. The gates parted, seemingly widening on their own accord, slicing the spiral emblem in half.

Two guards, donned in tuxedos, stood firm by the gates, offering silent bows as the cars glided smoothly into the expansive compound, one after the other.

As soon as the car came to a halt, Hinata barely had a moment to catch her breath, to brace herself for what was to come before Naruto quickly scooped her off her feet, escorting her out of the car.

He was excited. Overly so.

Naruto yearned for nothing more than to show her off, to flaunt her beauty and prowess to his clan, to all of Japan. He longed to finally bask in the spotlight with her by his side, showcasing her like the prized possession she was.

Not only that, he was just happy to finally bring her inside his home...

Once and for all.

While being led forward, a feeling of isolation washed over Hinata as she was

separated from her family...

Once.

Again.

Instead of the comforting embrace of her loved ones, which Hinata had hoped for, she was instead greeted by Naruto's clan-his devoted henchmen, lined up in two formidable rows on either side of the compound's main entrance.

As soon as Naruto made his presence known, the men bowed to him in a synchronized display of respect and deference, their movements perfectly choreographed to honor their leader.

However, it was after this that Hinata became the focus of everyone's attention, greeted by a multitude of unfamiliar eyes ready to welcome her as she stepped inside.

Hinata tensed up, cowering away as she stood surrounded by stern faces she didn't recognize.

She felt a wave of fear course through her.

There were so many people.

So.

Many.

Men.

Before her stood damn near Naruto's entire clan, a diverse assembly of men dressed in black tuxedos.

They were rugged men, the kind one wouldn't want to be caught alone with, clearly carrying a history of violence despite their attempts to appear refined in their formal attire.

Many of them sported irezumi tattoos which peeked out from beneath their clothing, along with gleaming piercings.

Their expressions ranged from stoic and serious to slightly mischievous, with subtle smirks playing at their lips.

Some had muscular, imposing builds, evident even under their formal attire.

Others had a leaner, more wiry physique, but Hinata knew better than to underestimate them.

Her father had warned her otherwise.

"To underestimate is to reveal one's ignorance. Any individual, regardless of appearance or identity, can pose a threat."

Those men, Hinata knew, probably had other abilities up their sleeves that compensated for the physical bulk they lacked-a prospect that heightened Hinata's sense of fear regarding their potential capabilities.

And each of them wore an armband around their tux sleeves, proudly displaying the Uzumaki clan emblem.

It was a symbol, a badge of honor, demonstrating not only their allegiance to the Uzumaki clan but also their unwavering loyalty and commitment to their master.

To Naruto.

Each member emitted an aura of power and unwavering dedication to Naruto, presenting a united front that showcased the full might of the Uzumaki clan.

At that moment, Hinata witnessed the formidable force standing behind Naruto with her own eyes, a living representation of his army ready to carry out his commands-ready to die for him.

It was more than she could bear.

The intense stares of those men, solely fixated on her, escalated her anxiety to an unbearable level, and she yearned for nothing more than to disappear.

But Naruto merely pushed her cowering form forward, keeping her in the limelight.

He extended one hand in the air, his crazed eyes wide, lips stretched in triumph as he relished the sight of his people once again.

"Ahh, gentlemen, I have come bearing great news." He started, causing many to perk up.

Naruto's lips stretched further apart, "Hai, my people, the moment we've been waiting for has finally arrived! Our glorious fucking moment is here!" He practically roared, beginning his victory speech now in the presence of his people, already stirring up excitement among his men.

"I have marched to the very doorstep of my enemies, the legendary Hyūga clan. I successfully infiltrated their defenses and engaged in combat with the very foes who were once deemed indestructible, mighty, all-knowing, and all-seeing."

A sinister grin spread across Naruto's face, relishing the subdued laughter reverberating from his henchmen.

"Heh, I can tell you right now, those rumors are all bullshit." He growled, a coarse retort that elicited boisterous laughter from his clan.

But Hinata, on the other hand, was completely devastated.

Her heart raced, her breath caught, and her body trembled as she just stared at the unfolding scene in sheer shock, unable to believe her ears or eyes.

Naruto let out a laugh, carrying on with his heinous speech, "Hai, I shed blood, I took lives, all in pursuit of victory, of finally obtaining it with my own hands." He declared with a triumphant hum, his voice cutting through the silence of the night.

"And at last, I've done it. After years of planning, studying, training, and fucking waiting-I've secured victory once again for all of us."

Naruto nodded, his blue eyes sweeping across every member of his clan as he turned his head.

"The once-proud Hyūga clan has finally crumbled, its towering gates have fallen, and its people now bow to me, to the entire fucking Uzumaki clan!" He proclaimed, his resounding voice echoing far and wide, gesturing with a sweeping hand to showcase his entire army.

"The Hyūga clan is no more!! No fucking more!!"

His words acted as a rallying cry among his men, and at that moment, all the members of the Uzumaki clan erupted into triumphant cheers.

Their voices echoed through the area with primal roars that made Hinata's skin crawl, compelling her to cower even more.

She instinctively thrust her hands up to cover her ears, attempting to block out the evil cheers that erupted due to the fall of her clan, her own beloved people.

Tears continued to spill down her face like a never-ending stream, as Naruto continued his victory speech detailing the success of his plan to bring down her people, solidifying his conquest over them.

He even mentioned her...

"Now, behold Hinata Hyūga. You're all quite familiar with her, as I've talked about her quite a lot, after all. But now, she's here, at last, finally gracing us with her presence."

He said, his words seeming to solidify her grim predicament, confirming the deepest fears she never knew she had.

"Let's give her a warm welcome to the Uzumaki clan. She is not merely to become my wife, but a beacon for our collective future-a cherished treasure we must all hold dear. Therefore, let's embrace her as part of our family, gentlemen. It's imperative that each of you comprehend the importance of her presence here, just as I do."

Hinata shook her head.

No more.

She can't bear to listen anymore.

Even after Naruto finished his brash speech, Hinata continued to shield her ears.

Eventually, her long and agonizing wait was rewarded when she was finally ushered inside.

Navigating through the line formed by Naruto's clan, Hinata moved past the exuberant men, extremely tense.

Hinata recoiled as Naruto's henchmen expressed awe, cheering upon her arrival, their crazed looks sending even more shivers down her spine as she walked past them.

The men's expressions were otherworldly, almost demonic, as they stared at her as if she was nothing more than a piece of meat.

Their stares, the looks on their faces, their cheers, reduced her to nothing more than an object of desire rather than a person.

They looked at her with lewd amusement, taking in every inch of her, making her feel utterly exposed and vulnerable. The disgusting looks those men directed at her were unlike any Hinata had encountered before-looks her father had always shielded her from.

Hinata truly felt as if she was walking the path to hell, and was being tormented by malevolent demons along the way.

Instinctively, her body cowered against Naruto's frame, her head burrowing deep into his torso as he escorted her inside his compound, one strong arm encircling her petite waist.

Amused, Naruto watched her use his body as a shield from the men reaching for her, their cheers and gazes causing her major distress.

He chuckled and seized the opportunity to plant a soft kiss on the top of her head before leaning down to her ear.

His amusement gave way to a groan as he caught the faint sound of her whimpering.

"Do you see that, my little heiress? Can you hear the joy of my people?" He moaned in triumph.

"Oh, you have no idea how happy we are to have you here. We've been waiting so long for you." He whispered ominously, causing Hinata to shakily lift her head and connect eyes with him.

His words caused her heart to drop, a mix of anticipation and something more unsettling lurking beneath the surface of them.

Hinata whimpered, her teary gaze met by Naruto's ear-to-ear grin.

"I've been waiting so long for you, my love."

Hinata's whimpers grew even louder, and this time, mirroring her reaction to the men, she recoiled away from Naruto.

He hummed in amusement before he led Hinata a little further onward, officially crossing the threshold to his humble abode.

Three maids, clad in finely embroidered kimonos that bore the Uzumaki crest, awaited them inside.

Instantly, the three women bowed at the sight of their master's presence.

Naruto merely gave them a subtle nod before choosing to release Hinata, leaving her in the care of his maids.

The ladies cheerfully bowed for their master once more before escorting Hinata further through his compound, a labyrinthine maze of hallways.

Every step Hinata took reverberated in the vastness of the compound. With each step, her happiness was stripped away bit by bit.

Each step felt like a march towards her own imprisonment, the weight of the imposing walls closing in on her with every stride.

Slowly but surely, she was led to the very first destination Naruto intended for her upon her arrival.

The bath chambers, for a refreshing bath.

The bathing chamber, adorned with rich crimson and obsidian drapery, awaited Hinata's hesitant gaze.

As she stepped into the room, a fragrant blend of exotic oils instantly filled her nostrils, complemented by the soft flicker of candles that cast dancing shadows along the walls.

Her eyes widened as they fell upon the traditional Japanese soaking tub that was there-a masterpiece of smooth, polished wood, adorned with bamboo accents.

Cherry blossoms delicately decorated the bath, floating gently along the surface of the warm bathwater.

The scent of hinoki wafted from the tub, beckoning her to step in, and the maids, with care, gestured toward the lavish setup, sporting warm smiles on their faces.

"Here you are, Hinata-sama, a bath made just for you."

"The temperature's just right, Hinata-sama."

"Let's get you all cleaned up and feeling much better, hun."

Their voices were soothing, lacking any trace of deception, as their hands guided her toward the freshly prepared bath-a clear indication of Naruto's intention to provide her a moment of respite after her dreadful night.

Hinata gasped at the unexpected sight, taken aback, to say the least. A bit skeptical too.

"No... no way."

The midnight blue-haired woman couldn't help but feel surprised by the oddly wondrous sight that greeted her, crafted specifically for her, within the confines of her enemies' home.

She certainly wasn't expecting... this.

And she wasn't sure if she could trust it.

But...

Hinata took a deep breath, and in that moment, she chose to take a chance and lower her guard.

Her body needed it, to finally get a moment to relax and her mind to let go of the concerns of the outside world.

Truly, Hinata felt drained, weakened, and shakened from the events of her awful night-fighting, crying, and everything in between-She knew that a nice bath to soothe her weary limbs and cleanse her body would be the perfect remedy to bring a sense of calm to her nerves.

She needed that, now, more than anything.

She couldn't bring herself to refuse or turn away from it, even if such a remedy was granted to her by her enemies.

So...

Hinata agreed to the bath with a quiet nod.

The three maids understood her unspoken consent, and their smiles reassured her as they approached, ready to help undress her for the upcoming bath.

Naruto's coat was the first to be taken off, the large fabric delicately pulled away from her shoulders and set aside.

Afterward, her katana, a cherished gift from her father, was next sought out by one of the maids, who reached for it to potentially remove it from the concealed holster attached to her kimono's obi.

However, in a swift motion, Hinata launched forward, grabbing the maid by the wrist the moment her hand touched her katana, quicker than any of them could blink.

The startled maids gasped in surprise, their expressions shifting to deep concern as Hinata held the maid's wrist firmly.

"Ahh, H-Hinata-sama."

"K-Kudasai," Hinata whimpered, clutching the maid's wrist tighter, "don't take this away from me too, please." Her voice carried a poignant plea, clinging to the last piece of her father she had left.

The maids were certainly taken aback, exchanging glances due to Hinata's sudden outburst.

One of them spoke up, her voice quite soothing, "Hinata-sama, I-I know you've been through a lot, but we mean no harm. W-We were just trying to-"

"This blade... it's a part of me." Hinata intervened, "My otou-sama gave it to me. It's the o-only thing I have left of him. Please, you have t-to understand." Hinata pleaded with a shake in her voice, her lavender eyes switching from the three women, searching their eyes for sincerity.

The maids nodded, their expressions softening as they recognized the depth of Hinata's connection to the katana.

They truly felt sorry for her.

It was then, that another maid sought to speak, her tone just as gentle as the last one, "We understand your feelings, Hinata-sama. We truly do. We won't take it away; we're just placing the katana somewhere safe, so it's out of the way, and you'll be ready for your bath."

The first maid chimed back in, "We'll give it back, dear. You have our word."

Another spoke up, "Please, just let us make you feel better. Let us help you prepare for your bath, Hinata-sama."

Hinata gasped softly, the maid's words easing some of her tension, reassuring her.

She hesitated for a moment before finally nodding, releasing her hold on the maid's wrist, allowing them to proceed with preparing her for the bath.

Hinata's lavender eyes followed the maid's movements as her katana was carefully placed on a small, ornate table near the entrance of the bathing chambers.

The maid returned, and together with the others, aided Hinata in shedding her damp and soiled kimono. The delicate hands of Naruto's maids untied and gently pulled the kimono off of her, leaving her completely bare.

Despite the intimate assistance and the exposure of her naked body, Hinata felt no discomfort or self-consciousness; she was accustomed to such treatment back at home, where she had her own maids attending to her needs.

At that moment, she simply focused on the task at hand: preparing to bathe.

That was her sole focus; her only desire.

Nothing else.

With gentle hands, the maids then guided her quivering body into the tub, so the warm water, bubbles, and cherry blossoms fully embraced her.

It was then, all the traces of blood, sweat, and tears were washed, scrubbed, and massaged away.

The maids moved with graceful precision and care, ensuring every trace of the night's ordeal for her melted into the soothing embrace of the water.

They each selected fragrant oils and soaps to enhance the bathing experience and gathered other bath tools to fulfill the order they were given to relax Hinata.

Without delay, they began their tasks.

First, they delicately unfastened the pins from her hair, whatever was leftover anyway, allowing her dark blue locks to cascade freely, ready to be washed and massaged.

The skilled hands that kneaded her head, massaged her scalp, and gently combed through her hair provided an unexpected luxury.

Hinata couldn't help but lower her guard even further, fully enjoying the pampering.

As Hinata reveled in her bath, one maid moved to fetch fresh towels and arranged them nearby, while another brought a tray of steaming herbal tea and an assortment of fresh fruit slices, positioning them within easy reach for Hinata to enjoy.

Grateful for the thoughtful gestures, Hinata happily savored the juicy fruit slices, using them to replenish her energy and fill her empty stomach.

She was also assisted in drinking the herbal tea provided, sighing in bliss as a comforting warmth washed over her with every sip, deepening her sense of relaxation.

The maids dedicated a brief moment to their respective tasks, allowing Hinata to enjoy the special treatment.

After Hinata was finished with her snack, the maids were quick to change tasks.

The three women transitioned to massaging her shoulders and washing her face, then gently scrubbing her entire bare body with soft loofahs lathered with lavender-scented soap.

The maids worked diligently, lathering, scrubbing, and massaging various parts of Hinata's body, enveloping her completely in lavender soap suds.

The three women poured every ounce of their energy into Hinata's bathe.

Their limbs moved in rhythmic motions, back and forth, up and down, as they skillfully employed the bath tools available to cleanse Hinata of every trace of dirt and grime, ensuring her skin was left immaculate.

Finally, one maid gently lifted Hinata's feet out of the water and massaged each toe, eliciting a surprised gasp from Hinata.

Despite her resistance, she couldn't suppress the soft sighs of bliss that involuntarily escaped her lips. She couldn't suppress the urge to close her eyes and just enjoy it all.

Each meticulous movement from the maids felt like a gentle caress, and the warm water, rippling along with the subtlest of movements, seemed to dissolve the tension in her fatigued body, providing a sense of relief that exceeded her expectations.

The maids bestowed upon her a treatment fit for a queen, showering her with a level of care and consideration that seemed to act as a soothing balm for her battered spirit; exactly what she needed.

It was a special treatment Hinata hadn't expected, and in the maid's hands, they seemed to slowly but surely erase the physical toll the evening had taken on her.

They made her as good as new.

After her bath, where every inch of her was nurtured and massaged, Hinata felt like an entirely different person, cleaner than she'd ever been.

Stepping out of the tub, the maids carefully wrapped Hinata's naked body in several plush towels, ensuring every inch of her delicate skin was gently patted dry.

Following that, they applied a soothing lotion to her body, the subtle fragrance of lavender filling the air as it moisturized her skin, leaving it soft and supple.

Afterward, her naked body was covered in a sumptuous white sheer fur robe, an article of wear that truly hugged her curves, like a second skin.

The translucent fabric showcased a generous display of cleavage and... other things.

Lavish feathered embellishments adorned the cuffs of her long sleeves, descending to her waist. The overall robe trailed along the floor, the ends of it also adorned with intricate feather designs that followed her as she moved.

To complete her look, one of the maids skillfully braided her hair into a faux fishtail, flowing over her shoulder with a few tendrils framing her porcelain face-a final touch to her overall bath experience.

Afterward, she was guided to the second location Naruto had arranged for her upon her arrival.

His private bed chambers.

As the maids guided Hinata further through Naruto's massive compound, she couldn't shake off the self-consciousness that the luxurious robe draped around her brought.

With each step, she found herself having to pull the fabric closer to conceal her voluptuous breasts and pink nipples.

Her hands also hurriedly moved to cover her nude buttocks, which were also revealed through the sheer material, trying desperately to preserve a sense of modesty.

She cast several worried glances at the three maids who accompanied her from all angles, her expression reflecting her profound worry.

Hinata hesitated for a moment before she finally mustered the courage to voice her concerns to the maids.

"S-Sumimasen, if it's not too much to ask, may I, um, wear s-something else?" Hinata looked down at her robe once more, and she couldn't help but grimace.

"Or could I perhaps a-acquire additional undergarments to wear beneath this? It's a bit t-too revealing for my comfort."

One of the maids, who walked alongside her, instantly replied.

She gave her an apologetic bow of the head, "My apologies, Hinata-sama, but it's Naruto-sama's orders for you to wear such attire. He wanted you to, um, look your best for your stay."

Hinata frowned deeply.

She certainly knew what that meant.

But she chose to remain quiet, only continuing to follow the maids through the dimly lit halls, her unease growing with each step.

The journey through the opulent halls continued until they reached Naruto's private bed chambers.

A Japanese sliding door, or, fusuma, crafted from rich, dark wood, stood imposingly before Hinata, freezing her to the bone.

The smooth surface bore the unmistakable Uzumaki emblem, intricately etched into the wood, once more reminding her that she was in enemy territory.

The Uzumaki emblem seemed to come alive as black and crimson flames soared across the door's surface.

Red kanji lanterns hung from the walls and ceiling, their flickering flames casting a warm yet sinister glow upon the entire hallway, their characters gracefully painted.

Hinata was taken aback by the sight, feeling the warmth from the lanterns reflecting on her cheeks.

One of the maids bowed respectfully, "Here we are, Hinata-sama-Naruto-sama's private quarters," She said, presenting it to the midnight-blue-haired woman with a wave of her hand.

"We are ready when you are."

"Just know, we're always here for you. We're here to serve you from now on, milady," Another one spoke, all three maids gracing her with smiles. However, those smiles did little to ease the fear and apprehension that welled inside her.

Hinata hesitated for a moment, her lavender eyes scanning the menacing door before her, where she knew a certain someone was inside, waiting for her.

She gulped.

'This is it. Naruto's here, behind these very doors," Hinata nervously noted in her mind.

At that moment, a pit of anxiety welled deep in her gut.

Hinata suddenly had a feeling that the moment she stepped into this very room, and the door closed behind her, the night would unfold in ways she couldn't possibly predict, and it would surely end with a part of her changed forever.

But she knew she had no choice.

No choice but to face whatever awaited her on the other side of those doors.

Hinata released a hesitant sigh and offered a nod to the maids, confronting her fears.

The maids nodded in acknowledgment before lightly knocking on the fusuma door, awaiting permission to enter.

Their patience was soon rewarded as they heard their master's gruff command from within, allowing them to come inside.

Therefore, they proceed onward, sliding the door open, and finally revealing Naruto's private sanctum.

Carefully, Hinata was guided through the entrance, accompanied by the three maids.

But upon entering, her senses were instantly enveloped by the dimmed lighting, and the enigmatic ambiance that permeated Naruto's bed chambers.

The room sprawled expansively, creating an illusion of vastness.

The interior unfolded before her in a myriad of crimson and black hues, dominated by Uzumaki emblems painted here and there, each one a testament to the dark legacy that Naruto bore.

Positioned strategically throughout were opulent furnishings that spoke volumes about Naruto's immense wealth and his stature as a yakuza crime lord.

A massive, wooden desk stood as the focal point, along with a high-backed leather chair behind it.

Behind Naruto's desk, presented for all to see, hung a colossal framed kakejiku painting of the same creature tattooed on his neck, bearing the same red, slitted eyes and sharp teeth he once possessed.

The Kyuubi.

Yet, the painting served a deeper purpose beyond mere decoration; it seemed to function as a profound symbol of reverence, almost like a shrine.

Subtle offerings surrounded the portrait-small tokens, candles, talismans, and relics-all meticulously placed in a display of veneration.

That certainly creeped Hinata out.

But her lavender gaze continued onward, reluctantly sweeping across the room to take in the intricate details that surrounded her.

The candles in the shoji chandeliers above her flickered rhythmically, casting an eerie, dancing glow that bathed the room in a dimmed light.

The black marble flooring beneath her feet was so polished that it acted like a reflective pool, capturing her own image in its sleek surface.

Scattered along the walls of the room, Hinata's gaze immediately fell upon an impressive display of katanas hung up, each one commanding attention with its considerable size and distinct design.

The sheath that covered the blades varied in color and was adorned with intricate engravings that glinted in the dim light.

Among the array of katanas, Hinata identified several renowned blades from Naruto's private collection, legendary weapons known throughout Japan for striking fear into the hearts of many.

She couldn't stop her mouth from gaping.

Slowly turning her head, Hinata saw that imposing bookshelves stood on the right-hand side of the room, housing a collection of both ancient tomes, and modern literature.

A large, antique map adorned the wall there, meticulously detailing the territories of the Land of Fire, providing a visual representation of the Uzumaki clan's strategic conquests and alliances within Japan.

Hinata scanned the map briefly with her eyes. But she noticed right away that her former home, the Hyūga compound, was marked and singled out with a red circle.

A shudder ran through Hinata's body, and tears once more stung at her side.

Quickly, she averted her gaze away, her lavender eyes shifting elsewhere.

As she continued to observe the room, its vast expanse revealed a secluded sitting area, featuring plush leather sofas and a low table strewn with ashtrays, scattered scrolls, and parchments-a space that likely served as Naruto's spot for meetings or moments of contemplation.

Next to it, a small private bar stood, embellished with exquisite spirits and crystal decanters, ready to indulge Naruto's discerning palate at a moment's notice.

The mark of Naruto's distinctive taste was evident in every piece of furniture and decoration in his bedroom, and Hinata couldn't help but feel a bit overwhelmed.

His bedroom was a world apart from her old bedroom, and the contrast was very noticeable.

Naruto's bed chamber just gave her the ick.

She shuddered, however, her eyes quickly scanned the room once more, shifting to the left-hand side where more of his space was revealed.

A grand king-sized bed, a lavish masterpiece, commanded attention. Its expanse was draped with a lavish spread, its hues echoing the rich tones of the room. Steps, intricately crafted with polished wood, ascended gracefully toward the elevated platform supporting the imposing bed.

Black curtains elegantly framed the bed gracefully drawn back by matching silk ribbons, creating an intimate cocoon from the four posts above.

Red and black lanterns hung gracefully around, casting a soft, flickering light that danced among the curtains and walls.

Taking in the room, Hinata couldn't shake an eerie sense of supernatural energy that permeated the air, causing goosebumps to prickle on her skin.

It truly seemed as if she had ventured into a place she shouldn't be-like an unspoken no-go zone.

The vibe was practically screaming for her to leave.

Hinata whimpered but took a hesitant step forward.

Her white robe trailed along the floor with each step she took, while her lavender eyes continued to sweep across the room.

But, it was at that moment her eyes caught sight of Naruto, and locking eyes with him made her entire body freeze in its tracks.

Now, as she ventured deeper into the room, fully exposed by the raised bed curtains, she finally saw him.

Naruto was there, perched eerily quiet on the edge of his bed, his piercing blue eyes locked onto her long before she became aware of him.

One arm of his was casually draped over his propped knee all while smoking a cigarette.

Naruto was now thoroughly cleansed, rid of the blood that had tainted his body and clothes earlier. His monstrous nature from before was gone completely, now hidden behind an air of sensuality.

All back to normal.

If one could define "normal" in his case.

Dressed in only a black kimono robe, Naruto left it wide open, exposing his toned chest and eight-pack, complemented by matching black trousers.

His blonde, spiky hair, still damp from his own bath, formed crinkled strands that curled against his forehead, falling slightly to cover those piercing blue eyes of his.

He fixed those eyes on her, capturing her with an intense gaze that kept her pinned in place, by the entrance of his bedroom.

Hinata watched in shock as his face lit up, breaking into a lewd grin the moment she entered his bedroom.

The cigarette he smoked dangled from his fingers, releasing wisps of smoke that curled into the air.

He took another drag from it.

"Ahh, there she is," Naruto groaned, the feral sound seemingly erupting from deep within.

"I've been waiting for you," He added, his blue eyes tracing her body from head to toe.

He let out a moan, exhaling smoke from his lips and nose.

"My sexy fucking angel."

A shiver ran down Hinata's spine.

All at once, the peace she had gained from her bath was completely thrown out of the window, and once more, fear and discomfort attempted to reclaim their grip on her poor body.

Naruto's swirling blue orbs ogled her, capturing the vulnerability of her nude body through the translucent robe he had purposely given her, heightening her self-consciousness to the extremes.

At that moment, Hinata truly wanted to hide, to disappear, or rather, just die.

She whimpered.

Naruto smirked, tilting his blonde head, "I take it your bath was to your liking." He hummed, licking his lips as he marveled her.

"Goddamn, you look fucking ravishing, love."

Hinata scoffed, quite offended, "You have some nerve. How dare you throw around flattery after everything you've put me through." She spat, tensed.

"Tsk," Naruto scoffed as well, taking another drag of his cigarette, "still with the sassy attitude, eh?"

Hinata's lavender eyes narrowed, "Considering what you've done to me and my people, I believe my attitude is entirely reasonable." The dark-haired woman presented a scowl.

"I won't forget, and I won't forgive you, I swear it."

Naruto let forth a cackle in response, rocking his body back on his bed, causing it to creak.

"Hah, is that a challenge? I certainly beg to differ, hun." He shrugged, unfazed.

He fiddled with his cigarette with his fingers, keeping his eyes rooted on Hinata. She watched as those blue orbs of his darkened.

"I can guarantee you, one night with me is all it'll take to wipe away that hatred you harbor for me. By the time dawn breaks, I'm sure it'll be all gone like it was never fucking there to begin with." He declared with a derisive chuckle.

"But it won't stop there. Once we've had our fun tonight, you'll be thanking me for all I've done. You'll come to realize the sacrifices I've made and the genius of my plan. Then, and only then, will you start to appreciate your new life and, above all, appreciate me."

Naruto nodded, pointing his cigarette at her, "I fucking guarantee it."

Hinata's throat tightened, her heart sinking like a stone into the pit of her stomach due to his chilling words.

She was quick to shake her head, her lavender eyes narrowing into a glare directed at him.

"Never, you bastard," She spat, her voice cold as ice.

The spiky-haired blonde merely chuckled at her, "Oh, we'll see about that."

He took another drag from his cigarette and Hinata watched as he lowered his propped leg, and rocked his head back, blowing the smoky contents from his lips and into the air above.

He let out an ecstatic moan, "Oh baby, I have much in store for you tonight."

With a gesture, he then beckoned her closer with a wave of his hand, "But for now, I just wanna see more of you."

The blonde yakuza leader nodded his head toward the center of the room, just a few steps away from him.

"Bring that sexy ass of yours closer, will ya?" He commanded, his growing desire for her quickly making itself known again.

Hinata hesitated hard, his words from before echoing in her mind, sending chills throughout her entire body, making it hard to move.

She was left even more frightened by what was to come.

Naruto's lips curled into a sly grin, her reluctance not at all escaping his notice. But despite the apprehension in her lavender eyes, and body, she complied with his command.

The room seemed to shrink around her as she took cautious steps forward, making the first effort to position herself directly in front of Naruto.

Her white, fluffy robe trailed along the floor with each step, and the black marble floor chilled her bare feet.

The rhythmic tapping of her own heartbeat echoed incessantly in her ears, synchronized with each step she took.

"T-Tell me," Hinata suddenly stuttered out, "where is my f-family? M-My people?" She demanded as she ventured forth, slowly but surely.

"Are they okay? Wh-What did you do to them? Did you hurt them-?"

"Now now, there's no need to panic, my dear. Your people are safe, just like you," Naruto's blue eyes followed her movements, his head tilting slightly, "Neither I nor my men have laid a hand on them, if that's your concern." Naruto assured her, his tone earnest.

"They're currently in the care of my maids, being tended to, bathed, and settled into rooms nearby, on this very floor," Naruto added, his expression unreadable.

"I assumed you would take appreciation of that, hence I took the liberty of ensuring everything was properly arranged."

"Oh thank k-kami," Hinata whispered, her voice quivering with emotion. Her hand trembled as she brought it forth to cover her mouth, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill over.

The relief that Hinata felt in that very moment was indescribable, washing over her in waves, a mixture of gratitude and disbelief flooding her senses.

A surge of hope flooded Hinata's heart, uplifted by the knowledge that her people were safe and tended to, despite their separation from her and their residence in the home of their enemies-the very lair of the monster that had nearly annihilated them all.

Naruto's words were like a lifeline in the darkness, offering Hinata a glimmer of solace amidst the turmoil.

That was all she needed to hear.

However, Naruto's voice emerged again but what he said sent a wave of apprehension crashing directly into her, threatening to extinguish the fragile flame of relief that had just begun to flicker within her.

"But remember, my dear," Naruto's voice carried a weight of authority as he hunched over on his bed, his gaze locking with hers.

"The safety of your people depends on you, I'm afraid." Naruto chuckled icily, his words carrying a chilling weight as they reverberated in the air.

"So, I suggest you behave and stay on my good side if you want to ensure their safety, Hinata," He cautioned, his words injecting a surge of anxiety directly into her veins.

"Disobey me, resist me, break our deal, or just fucking piss me off, and I might..." He ominously trailed off, punctuating his threat with a menacing click of his tongue.

His piercing blue eyes bore into her, leaving the weight of his words hanging in the air, unsettling her.

But in that brief moment, his eyes suddenly shifted, flashing crimson in an instant, like a dagger piercing through her, reminding her of the true nature of Naruto-of the monster he once was and still could be.

Hinata let out a startling whimper, her chest heaving with fear.

Naruto growled, his eyes switching back to blue in mere seconds, "I trust I don't have to spell it out for you; I hope you understand what's at stake here, my dear."

Hinata's stomach twisted and churned into knots as she met Naruto's gaze, her lavender eyes narrowing with resentment.

Of course, she understood.

Of course, she understood what was at stake.

The safety of her beloved family remained her foremost responsibility, just as it had always been. Hinata understood that any action on her part that incurred Naruto's wrath or displeasure would not result in direct repercussions for herself, but rather, her family would bear the brunt of the punishment.

Hinata's breathing increased.

Silent fury brewed within her.

Oh, she hated him so much.

In silence, she denounced Naruto, resenting him for imposing such a heavy burden upon her, and for leveraging her loved ones against her. And to add more salt to the wound, he had the audacity to laugh about it.

'How could he possibly sink any lower?' Hinata seethed silently in her mind.

She resented the weight that now pressed upon her shoulders, the delicate balance upon which her loved ones and her own well-being now teetered precariously.

It was just too much.

Hinata remained silent in the presence of Naruto, fighting back tears as she pressed on with each purposeful stride across the vast expanse of the room.

But as she moved to position herself in front of Naruto, intent on obeying his earlier command, a maid from earlier hastily entered further into the room, drawing attention to herself once more.

She bowed respectfully to Naruto before presenting Hinata with her katana.

"Hinata-sama, wait." She called out, granting Hinata's attention, and putting a to her approach.

"H-Here's your katana, as promised," She presented the weapon respectfully, gripping it in her hands, completely unaware of the angry blue eyes that glared a hole in her head from afar.

Hinata gasped, "Oh, m-my katana," A faint smile appeared on her face, and she sought to reach for the sheathed weapon.

"Arigato-"

"I'm afraid she won't be needing that anymore."

Naruto's voice suddenly boomed across the room once more, cutting across Hinata and the maid's exchange with zero fucks given.

The emergence of her master's assertive tone halted the maid in her tracks, and she turned toward him, only to see him gesturing for the katana to be handed to him instead.

Hinata quickly caught on to that as well, understanding exactly what he was implying.

She gasped, shaking her head, "N-No, but that's mine." She started, her voice faltering.

"You can't take-!"

"I can, and I will." Naruto's eyes snapped back to Hinata, "Everything you have is mine now, including that katana." He spat, silencing Hinata's urge to express the sentimental value the katana held, shutting her up with his stern gaze.

"You're really beginning to infuriate me, Hinata." He growled, with a menacing tilt of his head, "It's time you learn to forget that pesky old life of yours and embrace the one I'm giving you," He spat coldly.

"Embrace me."

Hinata's eyes widened, the devastation palpable in them as Naruto sought to take possession of her katana-the last tangible connection she had to her late father.

Naruto shifted his attention back to the maid and he gave her another nod.

The maid frowned reluctantly, but she handed the weapon over, throwing a fleeting apologetic glance toward Hinata.

"You can leave us now." Naruto ordered, dismissing the remaining maids with an indifferent motion of his hand, shooing them out.

The maids excused themselves with a silent bow, officially leaving Hinata alone with Naruto in his private chambers.

The door closed behind them with a thud, enveloping the room in a tense silence.

Hinata hyperventilated, feeling a sinking pit settle in her chest, the weight of devastation causing her to breath to quicken.

Tears pricked at her eyes as she found herself face to face with the blonde monster before her, the doors closed and now with her, all alone, with no escape.

Her gaze remained fixated on her cherished katana, now held by the blonde bastard before her.

In the hands of her enemy.

Hinata fought hard not to burst into tears.

Matters just kept getting worse and worse.

"Why, wh-why?" She cried out, clenching the fabric of her robe within her fists.

"Why what, huh?" Naruto nonchalantly took hold of the sheath of her katana, opening it to inspect the blade, all the while keeping his cigarette lodged between his lips.

"I've done a lot of shit over the years, I'm afraid you'll have to be more specific."

"Why are you doing this?" Hinata sobbed, her heart torn, "How much more are you going to take away from me? How much more do you want?"

"Everything, my dear. I've told you that before." Naruto closed the sheath with a loud snap, his response cold and unyielding, "You are mine now, and thus, I will not stop until everything you have is mine as well."

"You're a monster." Hinata spat.

"No, I'm your husband." He corrected, standing up from the bed, "Your future husband, anyway."

Slowly, he began to approach her from across the room, causing Hinata to tense up, the reverberating echoes of his footsteps descending the bed's steps and reaching the floor, filling the space like a drum.

He walked onward, pausing briefly to place her katana on his desk, the metallic clink echoing through the room.

"You should be grateful." He growled gutturally.

It was after those words, did he resume his advancements toward her, his cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth.

Hinata felt frozen, her body trembling as the blonde yakuza leader approached, his stature seemingly growing taller and taller, casting a dark shadow over her.

As he moved, his kimono robe gently swung with each step, catching her eye and leading her gaze downward to his trousers. They hung low on his hips, revealing not only his pronounced V-line but also something more.

It was then Hinata finally noticed another tattoo on Naruto's body, but this one marked his stomach-a series of odd symbols in black ink that outlined his navel.

The patterns seemed to spiral and swirl, creating an illusion of movement as they stretched across his well-defined muscles.

It seemed to be just a simple tattoo, but something about the positioning and appearance of those symbols didn't sit well with Hinata.

It made her deeply unsettled.

Hinata couldn't tear her eyes away from Naruto's peculiar abdomen tattoo, only lifting her head when he took his final step in front of her.

Now, his impressive height loomed above her shorter frame, forcing her to crane her head upward to take in his broad build.

He obstructed her view entirely from the rest of the room, leaving her only able to fix her gaze on...

him.

The blonde reached out and gently traced a finger along her jaw, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze.

Hinata tried to pull away, but Naruto welcomed more of his fingers, firmly grasping her chin to keep her in place.

He exhaled deeply, smoke billowing from his lips as he leaned in closer, "You never wanted to be the heiress of the Hyūga clan, did you?"

The question was sudden, and it hung in the air, catching her off guard.

However, Hinata simply remained silent, though her eyes flickered with a sense of ambivalence-a silent response louder than words.

She merely stared up at him, unshakened.

But Naruto saw through that.

He gasped in glee, amused by her silence.

"Ahh, what's this?"

He lifted her chin further, rather roughly, eliciting a whimper from her.

Leaning in closer, he flashed a crooked grin, "It seems I've uncovered a little secret, haven't I?" His voice was a low, seductive murmur that sent a chill down her spine.

Hinata clenched her jaw, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response. But her silence only seemed to amuse Naruto even more. Her eyes did too.

Those beautiful lavender eyes of hers told him everything.

Naruto chuckled, "I told you. I know more about you than you realize." He whispered, releasing her chin but maintaining a proximity that felt suffocating.

Hinata whimpered, her fingers reaching to caress her face where his forceful grip had been, rubbing away the pain.

Naruto watched her, retrieving his cigarette from between his lips.

He exhaled, intentionally directing a plume of smoke straight into her face.

Hinata flinched, her hand instinctively swatting at the smoke as she coughed, recoiling from the noxious fumes.

The cigarette smell was absolutely horrible to her.

The overwhelming stench of cigarette smoke assaulted her senses, its acrid scent searing her nostrils and bringing tears to her eyes, momentarily clouding her vision.

Naruto smirked.

It was then, that he began to circle her.

Around...

And around.

"I know that..." He trailed off as he took his first step, "the precious Hinata Hyūga always despised the idea of being the heiress." He started, his every footstep echoing loudly in her ears as he journeyed around her.

"Destined to bear the weight of the Hyūga clan on her shoulders, bearing all the responsibilities, all those expectations." He breathed close to her skin, along her neck as he took the necessary steps around her, his gaze lingering on every inch of her figure.

He could feel his arousal steadily heightening because of her, growing stronger with each passing minute, spiraling out of control.

It was evident from the growing hardness of his cock in his trousers, the seductive tone creeping into his voice, and the rapid flicker of crimson that his eyes changed to every other second, too quick for Hinata to catch.

Hinata stood there, vulnerable in his presence, exposed for his gaze to devour as he circled around her, taking a closer inspection of his precious jewel.

The parts of her body that had been concealed within her kimono earlier were now entirely exposed through the translucent robe she wore, making his motherfucking mouth water.

Her ass...

Her breasts...

Her virgin pussy...

Naruto growled, such growls of lust escaping his lips involuntarily.

Hinata shuddered in response to the animalistic noises she heard rumble from Naruto's chest, trying her best to stifle any sound from escaping her lips.

She made sure to keep her voice suppressed, never allowing it to surface even once.

But that didn't matter.

Naruto ogled further.

Naruto talked further.

"Heh, having to endure all those eyes on her all the time, every waking and exhausting moment." He continued.

"Always having to be the perfect one, all in pursuit of bringing prosperity to her clan, all in the pursuit of making daddy happy."

Naruto clicked his tongue, trailing his thick fingers down her braid as he circled her once more, eliciting more tremors through her body.

He finally took a step back in front of her, studying her face for her reaction, "It was all too much, wasn't it, Hinata?"

Hinata's silence persisted, but her eyes revealed nothing but devastation, her lips quivering.

Naruto sensed her inner turmoil and offered a sympathetic pout.

"Yes, I know, my love. I know. There's no need to hide or deny it anymore." He affirmed, "I understand the pressure one must endure for the sake of their clan. So, you can release all your frustrations now; it's just us here." He spoke somberly, observing as Hinata's eyes distanced from his own, avoiding his gaze.

Naruto took his cigarette from his lips, before bending down, placing his hands on his knees to align his eyes with her shorter frame.

"I know that you never wanted to be a fighter," He began, tilting his head to connect eyes with her. However, she turned her head once more, avoiding his gaze even still.

"Never wanted to have to lead, to kill, and bear the burdens your otou-san once carried."

Naruto clicked his tongue yet again, "It's a shame, really," He mused, rising to his full height.

He took another step behind her.

But, instead of circling back around to face her, he loomed over her like a giant, casting a shadow over her that made her feel so small.

"All that potential wasted on a life you never wanted."

"I-It doesn't matter what I wanted." Hinata finally spoke, bringing her hand over to clutch the other.

She even bowed her head, "It never mattered, and i-it certainly doesn't matter now." Her lips quivered, cutting her words off for a split second.

"You took e-everything from me." She sobbed, a single tear rushing down her face.

Hinata took a shaky breath, attempting to compose herself, "My home, my clan, my family, my freedom, even my identity." She accused, her voice strained.

"You've left me with n-nothing."

"Oh, how wrong you are." Naruto's hushed words enveloped her from behind.

He leaned in, his fingers firmly clasping her shoulders, his sudden touch causing her to jump in fright.

His cigarette now nestled between his fingers, the wisps of smoke from the lit end billowing in the air around them, eliciting a smoky scent that filled their senses.

"You don't see it yet, my love. But the world you have yearned for, have always wanted is right here, finally within your grasp."

Suddenly, Naruto took a deep breath against her neck, the warmth burning her flesh as he tilted his head.

At that moment, Naruto's lips discovered the delicate curve of her neck, and without a second thought, he planted his lips on her skin.

Once.

Twice.

He began to initiate a series of sloppy kisses that left a trail of fire in their wake, catching Hinata completely by surprise.

The midnight blue-haired woman couldn't suppress the shaky moan that escaped her lips.

"Ooh."

"I have liberated you, Hinata-saved you." The blonde moaned, "I have freed you from the shackles of your former life," He gave her neck another kiss.

"from the weight of all responsibilities,"

Another.

"and the heiress title."

And another.

His lips trailed a series of kisses along Hinata's neck that caused her to lose her composure, her body responding in ways she wished it wouldn't.

Soft moans escaped her lips, despite her attempts to stifle them.

Strangely, a pleasurable sensation welled up in the pit of her abdomen, spreading downward to nestle in her lady parts, causing her to squirm.

It was a sensation that she never in her entire life felt before, and it frightened her.

'What's happening to me?' She questioned herself in fear.

'Why do I feel this way?' She questioned again.

With each kiss, more of those stubborn, and quite frankly, embarrassing sounds escaped her lips, defying her efforts to keep them in check.

The situation worsened even further when the hands that rested on her shoulders began to slither down her body, tracing her curves through her robe with an eerie slowness.

Those warm, large hands of Naruto's felt like a serpent, slithering up and down her body, wrapping around her in a tantalizing grip.

The ecstatic sensation from before now gradually grew more troublesome, transforming into an ache in her core, leaving her in a state of total disarray.

Hinata couldn't help but squirm even more, unable to remain still.

"St-Stop." She pleaded.

"You no longer have to lead or fight," Naruto murmured, persisting on, his sweet yet deadly words weaving their spell.

Meanwhile, his hands continued to roam her body, feeling every ounce of her through her robe.

"No longer do you have to do shit you don't want to." He muttered persuasively, "No longer do you have to work yourself to the bone, training from sun up to sun down. You no longer have to suppress your weaknesses in pursuit of perfection. No longer have to endure it all..."

Suddenly, Hinata felt Naruto's hands work their way back up, only to slightly yank down her robe along her shoulders, exposing them and her collarbones. Now, Naruto had much more access to her neck, to her porcelain skin beneath.

His kisses swiftly descended, his lips plopping ever so tantalizing along the slender curve of her neck, then down to her left shoulder.

Naruto marveled at her soft, luscious skin, infused with a delightful lavender scent that made his eyes roll.

"Mmm, I can take care of you, baby. I can take care of everything for you." He offered, his voice seductive as his lips resided ever so closely to her left ear.

"Let me handle it, my love. Give it all to me-all of you." He urged, his voice laced with desire.

"I want to be the one to shoulder your burdens, to fight your battles, to protect you, and to cherish you." He whispered with fervor.

"So, surrender yourself," He added, his breath hot against her skin, "not for your clan, not for your family, but for your own sake. Give yourself to me completely, and I'll ensure you never have to worry again."

Naruto's words lingered in the air, wrapping around Hinata like a seductive embrace. She felt the weight of his desire, the intensity of his offer.

It was tempting, the thought of relinquishing control, of allowing someone else to bear the burdens she had carried for so long, the very expectations she detested her entire life.

A little part of her, indeed, wanted to believe in Naruto's promises, to trust that he could take care of everything.

But deep down, Hinata knew she couldn't take him up on his offer, not without sacrificing a major part of who she was.

A nagging voice persisted deep within her, reminding her of the potential consequences of surrendering herself to a monster like Naruto, considering what he's done and the depths of his capabilities.

And ultimately, she simply refused to grant him the satisfaction of her surrender.

She refused to submit to him-what little control she had left, anyway.

The midnight blue-haired woman's eyes glimmered with defiance, her heart conflicted.

She wiggled away from Naruto's touch, wiggling in his hold.

But, no matter how fiercely she resisted, the intoxicating allure of his touch and words left her questioning herself, wondering why she craved...

more.

She shook her head.

"St-stop this, please," Hinata pleaded once again, "Stop with these m-mind games. I won't let you trick me." She shook her head once more, attempting to dispel the intrigue that grew within her, fueled by his words and touch.

'What's wrong with me?' Once more, she questioned, frightened as to why her body was beginning to like Naruto's advancements.

'He's my enemy, he... he's taken the lives of so many of my people, taken me away from my home, and away from my family. He's caused me more pain than anyone else ever has. I shouldn't...' Her mind trailed off, conflicted and confused.

With Naruto's sudden touch on her innocent body and the affection he bestowed upon her, it felt as if Hinata was no longer just battling him, but also with... herself.

And it was a battle she was slowly but surely losing.

Her lips quivered, "You won't br-break me."

"Oh, my sweet Hinata," Naruto murmured, once more nipping at her shoulder as he slid his large hands along her curvaceous hips poking against her robe.

"I'm afraid you're already broken. I'm just offering to put the pieces back together in a way that benefits both of us."

Suddenly, he slammed her body back against his own, his large hands keeping a firm grip on her hips. His hands seared her flesh through her robe, his rough jerk causing a yelp to spring from her lips.

Yet, as he made this move, her back now rested against his chest, revealing something rather peculiar down below.

Something strange now pressed against her rear, poking into her from behind.

Hinata blushed shamefully.

"Just look at what you can gain here-what I'm offering," Naruto murmured huskily by her ear, his voice lowering an octave. His warm breath seared her cheeks from behind, and his blonde hair delicately brushed against her neck.

"I'll give you everything you never knew you wanted, my love," He breathed convincingly.

And it was then, he began to move his hips, grinding his lower body against her covered one causing the hard object from before to move, to seesaw back and forth, between the crack of her ass.

More pleasure bloomed down below.

"O-Oh kami." Hinata moaned, her face flushed.

"I can make you feel good, baby," Naruto whispered hotly into her ear, his voice saturated with an insatiable hunger, each word dripping with a raw, primal desire that sent electric pulses down Hinata's spine, igniting a fiery heat within her core.

"I can fulfill your every desire in ways you've never imagined," He continued, "I can offer you the chance to delve into your deepest desires without any judgment or restraint."

Naruto went on as he humped her, satisfying his erection against her callipygian ass, desperate to feel her, touch her, fuck her.

But he needn't rush.

He needed Hinata to want him first-to submit herself fully to him.

So he intensified his advances, charging at her without mercy, and he began to move his hands downward as well.

Her hips.

Thighs...

Legs...

Naruto's fingers hurried up her legs, eliciting a low groan as her robe rode up beneath his touch. He clenched his fists, gripping the fabric tightly between his fingers.

He listened intently to the dark-haired woman's stifled moans, her efforts to restrain them only adding to his arousal.

His groans intensified as he felt the soft, ample curves of her buttocks pressing against his rageful boner, giving him a taste of what was to come.

"I can grant you the freedom to be whoever you want, to do as you please. I can protect you, just like your precious daddy did."

Hinata gasped, another tear tracing down her cheek.

"Your otou-san was commendable, truly, but ultimately, he couldn't shield you when it mattered the most." Naruto asserted, "He left you vulnerable, your heart shattered, defenseless in the end. But I..." His voice trailed off as he peppered more kisses along her neck, before shifting to the other side.

Hinata's body tensed up.

"Ooh, please, don't." Hinata whimpered, her lips trembling, "Don't s-say that."

"I will never leave you, Hinata. I won't abandon you," Naruto's voice resonated with unwavering conviction, a steady reassurance that made it even harder for Hinata to resist.

As Naruto's voice echoed, a seductive temptation began to rise within the midnight blue-haired woman, urging her to consider his offer, its allure growing stronger with each passing moment.

Yet, amidst this allure, memories of lonely, grieving nights flooded Hinata's mind, reminding her of the emptiness she felt in her father's absence.

Naruto's voice, actually reignited the resentment she has come to have toward her late father, intensifying the bitter turmoil within her.

'Why did you have to leave me, otou-sama?' She often pondered in her grieving moments.

'Why did you have to go so soon?' Another question that always echoed in her mind.

'Why leave me to face this alone?'

Naruto shouldn't have known her innermost thoughts, the feelings she concealed during her moments of grief, kept hidden within the depths of her heart.

Yet somehow, he did.

Naruto seemed to possess an uncanny knowledge of her emotions, her secrets, her darkest thoughts, and her sorrows.

He knew everything.

But that only made her try her hardest to resist more.

But it became harder and harder, the more Naruto spoke.

"You know I can protect you, Hinata," Naruto continued, "after all, you've witnessed firsthand what I'm capable of," He breathed, "the power I wield."

With his free hand, he released her, only to stretch it around her body.

At his command, Hinata watched as the blonde's nails suddenly grew at rapid speed at the tips, transforming into razor-sharp claws right before her eyes.

Hinata's body shook in his hold at the sudden transformation, her chest heaving as her tearful gaze lay fixated on Naruto's menacing claws before her.

Naruto's grin widened, once again revealing a hint of his feral side, "You see, my love," He remarked, his claws retracting just as swiftly as they appeared, "my clan, my compound, me-I can protect you in ways your otou-san never could. I will ensure that you and your family are never harmed or threatened ever again, Hinata, and in return, all I ask is for your devotion."

Hinata shuddered, shaking her head subtly.

Naruto's nose wrinkled at the sight of her denying him.

Yet.

Again.

He let out a low hum, a simmering anger rising to the surface.

"But if you fail to provide me with what I want..." Suddenly, Naruto launched forward, now dropping the nice guy act.

He was getting pissed off... again.

He suddenly thrust his hand forward to wrap it around Hinata's throat, pulling her back sharply before delivering a stinging slap across her ass, eliciting a loud yelp from her.

Naruto's unexpected strike brought forth more tears to her eyes, leaving her poor buttocks throbbing with a numbing ache as if engulfed in flames, the sensation pulsating through her entire body.

The pain was unlike anything she had ever felt before.

It was excruciating!

Drawing her ear close to his lips, Naruto held her trembling form firmly against his own, his hands the only thing keeping her upright.

"I'll go back and finish what I've started." He growled with venom laced in every word.

"I'll go and slaughter what remains of your precious clan-your fucking family." He seethed, "I'll slice them into fucking ribbons, tear them apart until there's nothing fucking left. No..."

He shook his head, "once I'm done, I'll be sure to personally present each of their heads to you as punishment for failing to hold up your end of our bargain." He growled menacingly.

Naruto pulled her in closer, relishing her sobs, "And once I've finished, you'll be the sole survivor of the Hyūga clan, the last one left standing, to witness the destruction of all you hold dear."

"No! Please, please!" Hinata's cry echoed with agony, fear coursing through her veins at the mere thought of her loved ones suffering such a terrible fate, because of her.

She sobbed tears, her legs wobbling to and fro. In Naruto's grasp, she felt like nothing more than a puppet, utterly at his mercy.

She shook her head frantically, "Please, don't! Don't!"

"Then submit. Submit to me."

"I-I-I-"

"Can't do it, huh?" Naruto laughed, like the crazed lunatic he was.

"Oh, that's fine." He growled, "That's fucking fine by me." Naruto tightened his grip around Hinata's throat, delivering another sharp smack to her buttocks. Another wave of pain shot up her spine as the sound of his hand connecting with her flesh through her robe echoed in her ears.

This time, a scream escaped her lips.

"I have just the thing to help you make up that pretty little mind of yours-just the thing to finally make you submit."

In a whirlwind of motion, time seemed to blur.

Her robe quickly joined the floor after being on her body just moments earlier, torn off by clawed hands faster than she could blink.

Suddenly, Hinata found herself lifted off her feet, swiftly carried across the room with a whoosh, and then forcefully thrown onto Naruto's bed.

She let forth a startled scream, her body colliding harshly with the fabric with a heavy bounce, sending a sharp jolt of pain through her. The bed emitted a loud groan upon her landing, the sound echoing in her ears.

Hinata was quick to pull her face away from the comforter and flip her body around to confront the looming figure on the steps before the bed, towering over her.

Intense tremors ran through her naked body as she lay there, utterly exposed and defenseless.

Her body was completely naked, as nude as the day she was born, now under the scrutinizing gaze of Naruto, his eyes now red and slitted.

Just.

Like.

Before.

Her heart raced with fear.

Now, Hinata found herself once again ensnared in the monstrous gaze of the deadly blonde yakuza leader, his primal instincts officially taking over more.

Naruto stood hunched over at the foot of the bed, taking several drags from his cigarette between his now clawed fingers. The lit end glowed orange with each inhale he drew, filling the air with billowing smoke.

Anticipation oozed from him as his crimson, slitted gaze hungrily roamed over her naked body, tracing every curve of her delicate form, every secret her clothing kept from him before, now illuminated by the faint glow filtering through from the bed's lantern lights.

His mouth curled into a predatory grin, sharp teeth gleaming in the dim light of the room as he savored the succulent sight before him.

This was it.

The moment he had longed for.

The fruition of his deepest desires has finally been realized as Hinata lay naked and exposed in his private chambers, nestled on his bed, a mere heartbeat away from his grasp.

He watched as Hinata shook her head vigorously, her arms instinctively rising to shield her breasts. She also brought her legs together, curling into herself.

"K-Kudasai, kudasai-"

"Shh."

Hinata's pleas fell on deaf ears as Naruto silenced her, her every movement, her every word only fueling his primal urges.

He moved, pacing around the elevated bed to arrive at the nightstand adjacent to it.

Hinata tracked him.

Retrieving his cigarette from his lips, he drew one final drag before extinguishing the bud in an ashtray, the smoke dissipating into the air.

Hinata whimpered, her gaze fixated unwaveringly on Naruto, never daring to look away from him even for a moment.

She was terrified, utterly, just as she had been before: in the courtyard at the Hyūga compound.

But this time, the fear was even more intense, as she was all alone with the blonde lunatic.

Completely alone now.

Hinata's mind constantly raced with thoughts of what might be going on in Naruto's head, and what he might do next.

Despite her efforts to remain composed, her body betrayed her, trembling uncontrollably with each passing moment.

She couldn't stop trembling.

In the eerie silence, Naruto then began to take slow, deliberate steps around the bed, his clawed fingers trailing along the curtains that bordered it.

With a sinister grace, he untied the ribbons with a subtle yank, one by one, causing the curtains to fall and slowly envelop Hinata in complete darkness.

"It's time for you to let go, Hinata,"

Naruto proclaimed with a voice now demonic, its tone dropping several octaves and echoing across the room, chilling Hinata to her core.

"to submit completely."

Hinata's heart raced faster and faster as she struggled to make out Naruto's form through the curtains, through the darkness. The dim light filtering through the fabric offered little assistance, casting eerie shadows that danced around the edges of her vision.

Frustration gnawed at her as she struggled to focus her chakra, her mind unable to conjure the clarity needed to activate her Byakugan, her precious doujutsu. Each attempt felt like grasping at elusive strands of mist, slipping through her fingers just as she thought she had them within reach.

Hinata felt so exposed, so helpless, trapped within the suffocating embrace of the shadows.

She was so terrified, utterly consumed by fear.

Her naked body caved further and further into the sheets, "Please, d-d-don't."

"You possess quite the spirit, Hinata." Naruto's voice purred from behind the closed curtains, "Most would've given in by now but you.."

He cackled.

"Not you, my dear, and I truly commend you for that. Your otou-san certainly taught you well."

Hinata whimpered upon hearing Naruto's voice, now unable to see him but only to perceive his presence through sound, leaving her in the dark and unprepared for what the blonde bastard had in store.

Frantically, her lavender eyes darted left and right, desperately searching through the now-closed curtains that enveloped her in darkness.

The shadows intensified her sense of dread, creeping over her skin.

Her heart pounded relentlessly in her chest, so loudly she could hear it in her ears and feel it in her throat, as she anxiously awaited Naruto's next move, hanging on to his every word.

"At first, I thought that witnessing the slaughter of your people would be enough to break you, to make you surrender, and ultimately, pledge your loyalty to me."

There it was again.

Naruto's voice arose once more, to her left.

But discerning whether his tone conveyed admiration or frustration proved challenging for her, as there existed a fine line between the two.

"But it seems you possess a resilience beyond my expectations, Hinata. You're proving to be tougher than I've given you credit for."

His voice arose once more. To the right of her.

Therefore, Hinata snapped her head to the right side of the bed.

"But fear not," Naruto continued, his voice dripping with confidence, "I have many more methods at my disposal to break you. I will not rest until you bend to my will, until you are mine completely."

Naruto's voice growled ominously, the source of it seemingly shifting from the left to the right of Hinata in mere seconds, surrounding her in an eerie echo.

The black curtains rippled in response as he whisked by them, making it hard to pinpoint his exact location.

He was toying with her.

"It seems you need a push in the right direction, Hinata."

Another cackle broke through the silence, sending more tremors through Hinata's naked body.

"Allow me to provide that push."

At that moment, Hinata watched in horror as the heavy curtains before her, at the end of the bed, were forcefully pushed aside.

A chill ran down her spine as she found herself face to face with a pair of glowing crimson eyes, their piercing gaze cutting through the darkness like twin flames in the night.

Hinata whimpered, burying herself further into the sheets, seeking refuge from the menacing gaze of the fiend towering at the foot of the bed.

Her lips trembled, "Wh-What are you going to d-d-do?"

It was a foolish question, she realized.

The words just seemingly tumbled out of her mouth before she could stop them. Hinata immediately regretted asking, wishing she could take back her words.

Especially as she witnessed Naruto's grin widening, stretching from ear to ear.

He let out a purr.

"I'm going to fuck you."

The moment he uttered those words, Hinata's body responded with a sudden jolt, her entire world coming to a standstill in that fleeting instant.

She gasped sharply, feeling her chest heave with rapid breaths, each inhalation becoming more labored than the last.

An unseen force seemed to wrap around her throat like a vice, steadily tightening its grip, making it increasingly difficult for her to draw in air.

"You're gonna..." Hinata trembled, "f-fuck me?" She exclaimed, her voice wavering with a mix of shock and indignation.

Naruto let out an amused snicker.

He nodded, solidifying his intentions.

But as quickly as he made that gesture, Hinata's expression suddenly shifted to anger, the situation settling in for her.

"You..." She sneered, her features contorted with resentment.

"This w-was your plan all along, wasn't it?" She snapped, her eyes brimming with tears.

"Behind all those sweet lies and empty promises, your true intention was just to f-fuck me, like one of your little whores, i-is that it?"

She gasped as if reaching a revelation with her words, her lavender eyes ablaze with defiance.

Her chest heaved, "Is that what satisfies you?" She screeched in utter disgust.

"Is that some sick, twisted fantasy of yours to strip me of everything I am, to reduce me, the former heiress of the Hyūga clan, to nothing but a mere whore for you?" Hinata blurted out in tears, shaking her head, causing her beautiful braid to sway back and forth.

Naruto stood silent, but his lips curled into a sinister smirk at Hinata's outburst, his eyes gleaming with amusement at her defiance.

It was a reaction that caught Hinata completely off guard, leaving her choking on her words.

"Oh, my dear Hinata," He replied, his voice dripping with mockery.

"You greatly misunderstand my intentions." He purred, trailing his fingers along the rippling curtains, keeping them open for him.

"Why yes, I do plan to claim every inch of you; mind, body, and soul." He moaned.

"And yes, I plan to finally take possession of that precious innocence of yours that you've been saving all your life, just for me," He purred once more, licking his lips, causing Hinata to recoil.

"But my plan extends beyond that." He murmured, "You will serve a far greater purpose in my world."

In an instant, his hold on the curtains intensified, his fingers clenching the fabric tightly until his knuckles paled.

With a snarl, he loomed even closer, like a predator, closing in on its prey.

He practically drooled, fixating his gaze on his midnight blue-haired beloved as she shielded herself from him.

"Rest assured, love, I will mold you into something far beyond a mere vessel for my pleasure. You will become my most prized possession, my counterpart, the light to my darkness, the calm to my chaos,"

He explained with a guttural moan, extending one hand to claw at the air, aiming for her.

Hinata flinched.

She instinctively shimmied herself away, desperate to escape his reach, to put as much distance between them as she could.

A wicked grin spread across his whiskered face, his crimson, slitted eyes gleaming in the darkness.

"My queen," Naruto declared, his voice dripping with possessiveness.

"Hai," He nodded, further confirming his words, "you will reign as my queen, ruling by my side, guiding our clan together, conquering all of Japan together."

He pointed at her, "You will be the one to complete the Uzumaki clan. You will be the ultimate triumph of the Uzumaki lineage, my triumph."

Hinata's blood ran cold at his words, realizing the depths of the peril she faced.

"N-No, I-I won't-!"

Naruto growled, "Oh yes, you will. That is your fate, love. That is what you agreed to when you picked up my coin."

He tilted his head, his spiky-blonde bangs falling over, "Or did you forget that?"

Tears welled up in Hinata's eyes as his words sank in, her entire world crumbling around her.

When she had made the decision to pick up that coin, she knew the consequences. She knew, but she didn't care.

She was willing to sacrifice herself if it meant sparing her people, if it meant saving her clan from extinction.

But this...

This was beyond anything she had imagined.

She was not ready for this.

Hinata knew Naruto's intentions.

She knew his desires ran far deeper, more than just her hand in marriage but also for her womb, for her to bear his children and continue the Uzumaki lineage.

But the very prospect of becoming a mother, of having children, particularly with someone like Naruto, was beyond her imagination.

She couldn't fathom bringing innocent lives into a world tainted by Naruto's darkness. She couldn't stomach the idea of being forever bound to him through their "children."

She refused to be complicit in his twisted desires, to play a part in perpetuating his legacy of chaos.

She can't!

She won't!

Hinata shook her head frantically, panic seizing her, "No, no, no, oh kami."

Naruto's brows furrowed as he observed her distress, his lips emitting a soft coo, There, there, my love. I know this is a lot to take in. But trust me, together we can achieve greatness. You'll see." He reassured her once more.

"So," He quirked an eyebrow, "you believe I aim to reduce you to a mere whore, is that it, my dear?"

Through her tears, Hinata nodded her head shakily, but her gesture was interrupted by the spiky-haired blonde shaking his own.

"No, not even close. You are valuable-you're mine, after all."

At that moment, Naruto began his advance onto the bed, his movements deliberate and unsettling as he crept forward on all fours.

The heavy bed curtains cascaded behind him, parting like a veil as he infiltrated the space they shielded with his eyes dead set on his midnight blue-haired beauty.

Hinata let forth a piercing scream at the sight of Naruto suddenly approaching, her body shrinking back in terror.

"Stay away! Stay the hell away from me!"

Her heart hammered rapidly against her ribcage, fear coursing through her veins as she continued to retreat.

She watched in horror as Naruto crept closer and closer, steadily approaching her on the bed. And all the while, his ravenous gaze remained unwavering, his clawed hands propelling him ever closer to her.

With each movement, his words dripped from his lips, infused with sinister intent and something dangerously intimate.

"So yes, because you're mine, I'm going to fuck you." He growled, each word emphasized by a move closer.

"Actually, I going to do more than just fuck you-I'm going to fuck you senselessly." He growled, before he closed in on her.

He crawled closer, his kimono robe gliding down his shoulders, unveiling an array of intricate irezumi tattoos that adorned his arms, biceps, and backside, thanks to his subtle movement.

Hinata retreated further with frightened whimpers, her frantic movements disheveling the sheets.

"N-No, please." She sobbed.

"Yes, I'll make sure your body knows exactly who it belongs to, finally give it the attention it's been begging for ever since you stepped inside my bedroom."

Closer.

"And I won't stop until you're trembling, exhausted, and in tears, pushed well beyond your limits, filled with my cum."

And closer.

"Even then, as you lie there, struggling for breath, fighting to stay conscious," Naruto taunted, his gaze relentless, "you'll find yourself begging for more, crying out my name."

At that moment, Naruto reached the center of the bed, but Hinata had retreated so far that she was now nestled among his pillows, her back pressed against the headboard.

She brought one leg forward, ready to kick him if he approached any closer. She sneered, keeping her breasts covered with her hands.

"Stay. Away." She growled through clenched teeth.

But Naruto paid no heed to her words.

"I won't stop," He continued, with deep growls, "until your sweet, little heart beats for me and me alone, until every thought in your head belongs to me."

Hinata recoiled, feeling the weight of his dark intentions bearing down on her, his chilling words freezing her in place.

"Please no." She pleaded in horror, her eyes widening and her body tensing at the thought of what awaited her.

She knew she had to fight back, to resist Naruto's advances with every fiber of her being.

But as he drew nearer, his presence looming over her like a dark cloud, she found herself paralyzed with fear, struggling to find her voice.

She felt utterly helpless, trapped in the clutches of a monster disguised as a man.

"No, oh kami, no," Hinata pleaded, her voice trembling with terror.

"Oh yes," Naruto breathed, his voice low and menacing as he finally closed the distance between them.

Face to face, they were enclosed by the now undone curtains, which fully enveloped the bed, trapping Hinata with Naruto.

Hinata gasped at that, panicking at his close proximity.

"Stay back, please!"

In a desperate bid to defend herself, Hinata lashed out, throwing her risen leg toward Naruto in an attempt to fight back against his advances.

Yet, her efforts proved futile as Naruto effortlessly dodged her attack, grabbing her leg mid-air.

"Nice try." He jeered, his voice filled with amused mockery as he easily overpowered her feeble attempts at resistance, his strength far dominating her own.

Hinata panicked, realization dawning on her.

There was nothing she could do.

There was no way she could stop Naruto.

Deep down she knew that she was screwed.

She knew that.

Hinata was totally at his mercy.

She knew there was no attack she could throw at him, that he wouldn't dodge or counter.

None of her training, not even her Byakugan or her Gentle Fist technique, could level the playing field against a formidable adversary like Naruto.

Her clan has already tried.

She has already tried.

Therefore, Hinata was completely vulnerable to the perverse thoughts Naruto had in mind for her, and that realization only made her fear grow stronger, making the idea of escaping all the more futile.

As Naruto drew ever closer, his warm breath tickling her skin, his monstrous frame towering over her, and his deep growls resonating loudly in her ears, Hinata found herself petrified, unable to move, shaking like a fragile leaf in the wind.

The crushing realization struck her like a tidal wave: there was no escape.

All she could do now was brace herself for what was to come.

With a rough pull of her risen leg, Naruto quickly dragged her directly beneath him, away from the safety of the pillows.

Hinata screamed in terror, her fingers clawing at the sheets.

He grinned, leaning in to press a kiss on her cheek before lowering his head to briefly nuzzle deep into her neck.

She squirmed.

"Don't fight me, my love. Let me show you the world I have to offer," He pressed on, his husky voice filled with nothing but desire.

"And don't worry, you will enjoy everything I do to you." He leaned in close to her ear, whispering softly.

"I'll make sure of it."

At that moment, he backed away, releasing her leg to raise his other hand, revealing an object clutched in his left palm.

Hinata's breath caught as she took notice of it, shakily looking down to see what he held.

A pair of silk ribbons.

Naruto's red eyes gleamed as he glanced at the ribbons before returning his gaze to her.

"Mmm, come on, baby, let's have our honeymoon early, eh?" He slowly wrapped the black ribbons around his knuckles, giving the ends a tight squeeze as he pulled them taut.

"It's time we have some real fun, Hinata."

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A.N: You see, I wasn't kidding, these chapters are setting the bar high, intense as ever, and they're not letting up. As I mentioned earlier, the lemon is right around the corner, and by the way, this part ended, I'm sure you all can sense that.

Truly, I believe this part was actually crucial, pivotal even, as it delved deep into Naruto's intentions and ambitions, shedding light on why he was so obsessed with Hinata from the start on a deeper scale.

Oh, by the way, I nearly forgot to mention, in this story (not sure if you've picked up on it), but the dynamic between Naruto and the Kyuubi (Kurama) is quite unique compared to other fanfics and even my own fanfics.

Instead of Naruto harboring hatred or forming a friendship with Kurama, I wanted to delve into a scenario where Naruto actually worships the Kyuubi, appreciating the power and strength bestowed upon him to crush his enemies.

I feel like this is an incredibly new addition, and it makes Naruto's character even more enigmatic and scary.

Anywho, just wanted to add that.

As I said, lemon is up next, and I kind of, maybe, just a little, went a bit overboard, but of course, I know you all won't mind, lol! I actually had to split the lemon into two parts, isn't that crazy? So yeah, you all are in for a real treat.

Stay tuned! Take care!

Oh, and tell me your favorite part of the fanfic so far, or rather, the part that really pulled the most emotion out of you! I wanna hear more from you all!