Still Falling for You [NH year 2020]

October - Horror

But...

Her fingers trace the red mark on her cheek again.

If only she could...

Hinata tightens her arm around her chest. Her stomach suddenly aches. Oxygen escapes her lungs.

By the time she reaches her majority, her freedom ticket, Naruto would've had the time to fall in love. He'll experience real feelings for another girl. He's like that, he's passionate. He'll ask a girl out. One who won't know him like she does. One who'll pretend to like him just to get closer to his friend Sasuke. One who won't have scruple hurting him.

One girl like Sakura.

A shiver goes down her spine.

Suddenly, he's behind her. Naruto-kun. His strong hands slid on her figure so much so that she feels all her imperfections in between his tanned fingers. A gleam in his azure gaze is judging her. He slowly tucks a lock of her hair behind her ear.

He whispers "You know I like girls with slender bodies, don't you Hinata-chan."

His words are like a stab in her heart...

Not having second thoughts, Hinata rushes to the bathroom, above the toilets, and sinks two fingers in her throat. The effect is efficient within a few seconds. It's sour, but the ache in her chest is fading.

Facing the mirror, holding tight on the bathroom sink, she straightens up. She washes her mouth then closes the tap once rinsed. Her face still wet, she keeps scrutising herself.

He's here. He's always here. He and his warm smile on his attractive lips. Hinata shivers with pleasure when his hands feel her thighs, her hips and her stomach.

"There's still a few things you'll have to get rid of. You have to be perfect for me Hinata, don't you think?" He whispers again. "You don't want to disappoint me?"

His remark thunders in her head. She struggles to answer. Her body becomes a temple to be worshipped by him. It reacts to him. His lips sliding up from her neck to her ear, crossing her cheek, make her sing. She moans, sighs loudly. His fingers manipulate her, make her move to suit his whims and fancies.

Naruto caresses her as a reward. Is he proud of her? She hopes so. She'll do whatever it takes to make him proud.

The way he drives in her dark mane, massages her, Hinata can only succumb to him and let herself melt against his strong torso. There, she feels so good that she wishes time stops. She wants to stay in his arms forever.

Against her hip, she feels something cold. She looks down when he gives it to her. A pair of scissors?

"Naruto-kun likes girls with short hair... With pink hair." His voice is smooth as he keeps touching her.

In the reflection, she meets his azure eyes. A childish look on his face, Naruto leans his head on Hinata's shoulder. His smile hasn't disappeared. Of course, he likes short, pink hair.

Scissors in hand, she doesn't take time to think about it. The first lock of hair falls, then the second, then the third. The bathroom sink is covered by dark filaments, cut poorly. Her hands shake, but Hinata doesn't stop. It's a massacre. Even their fall hasn't charm.

When she's done, he catches her face. His thumbs travel on her cheeks. His iris examine her.

"Mmh, it lacks colours here... I don't like it. I like green eyes. So, what are we going to do with yours now, Hinata?"

When Naruto steps back, she panics. She feels sick. She yells she'll pay for the operation of her eyes. She even promises.

She wants him to stay longer with her.