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The Slave of Sound
Chapter 9
“Oh! K..Kabuto-san…” Hinata stammered, cheeks pink when the medic nin and the three gardeners he’d been haranguing looked up. “I… Forgive me… I seem to have gotten lost…” She drew in deep breath, as if with Herculean effort.
Kabuto gave a feral smile, and instantly dismissed the men with curt reminders of what lay in wait for them if they disappointed him again. He turned to the blushing girl with an oily smile.
“Hinata-sama, I see you have found the gardens. Are they not beautiful.” Long fingered white hands gestured about vaguely. It certainly was a stunning place.
Hinata felt a chill crawl up her spine at his voice, and forced herself not to stare at those hands that had tormented the one she loved for so long. Soon… she promised her inner self calmly. Soon he will pay.
A shy and hesitant smile flashed across her pallid lips. “I… Indeed they are. It seems as if my straying has been a g… good thing. Yes?”
Kabuto’s smile became even more toothy. “Oh yes. Naruto-sama often comes here after Sasuke’s been especially… passionate.” Oh, how he loved bating others, but especially these stuck up Konohan Ninja, and even more so those that cared for Naruto. “When he recovers from our Master’s… excesses that is.”
It was no hard feat to allow her pale hands to clench, her face to drain of color, her eyes to drop, and her voice to stammer, but not for the reasons that this vile creature before her thought, at least not wholly.
“R…r…really? S…so N…Naruto-k…kun spends time h…here?” She asked, almost swallowing her words.
“Oh yes,” Kabuto almost sang in his delight. “So does our Kage, especially if his Dobe is here too. Of course, it does mean more work for the gardeners, to clean up blood and other… fluids.” The silver haired devil almost laughed aloud to see moisture shimmering in those pale milky eyes. “Our Otokage does love his little… games.”
Hinata gave a strangled noise, tears spilling over. “N…Naruto…K…Kun….”
Kabuto sidled closer, his eyes burning with unholy pleasure. “Oh, don’t be like that, Hinata-sama. Naruto-sama does enjoy these games immensely.”
Hinata looked up, pathetic hope shining in her eyes. “He… he does?” She swallowed dryly. “Is… Is… h..he… h…happy?” She took a timid step closer as well.
Another step from the medic nin, eyes brightening at the idea of his own little game. “You should hear him scream. Yes, he’s quite the vocal little lover. He screams and sobs and begs for more.”
Hinata choked on a sob, gave a shaky step and collapsed in tears. “N…no…” She moaned heartbrokenly. “N…Not… N…Naruto-k…kun… N…No….”
“Oh, yes, he does,” Kabuto gloated, catching the frail woman in his arms, reveling in her quaking body, her tear drenched cheeks, her heartbroken eyes, and mournful demeanor. “You should hear the noises Naruto-sama makes when the Otokage is fucking him so hard from behind that his face is shoved into the dirt,” he caroled happily. If he’d still had all his parts, he’d be throbbing with excitement. As it was, his thighs trembled and he was very wet between his legs. He got so aroused by the pain and suffering of others. And though he couldn’t torture Hinata as he would so dearly love to, he would torment her as much as he could. “You’ll never guess what Sasuke-kun does then. Oh, it’s so beautiful and exiting. Can you imagine what happens next?” He crooned into the stricken woman’s ear that trembled in agony so deliciously in his arms.
Hinata abruptly straightened out, all tears and grief and pain gone in a flash, her body rock steady against the medic nin’s. “Oh yes, I do know what happens.” There was no trace of a stutter in her voice now. “You suffer.”
Kabuto’s eyes widened with shock, almost comically, as he felt the dig of a fine needle into the tender and unprotected flesh of his neck, lancing through his larynx, cold fluid flooding his throat, pain vibrating along every nerve as the potent drug took immediate effect. Words as cold and remorseless as steel assaulted his ears.
“You die!”
No sooner had these words left her mouth, then the dirt at their feet split open, sandy stairs leading down into a lightless void. From the depths of this tomb rose a soft growl of rage as Gaara’s third eye left the safety of his wife’s hair to stare balefully as the silver haired man sagged in Hinata’s suddenly steely grip.
“Now, Kabuto-san,” Hinata’s voice was as smooth as silk over iron will. “Now it’s time to play, and I know how you love these little games.”
And all Kabuto could do was be dragged into the utter darkness of the earth below, unable to wonder why none of his skills, his body’s antidotes weren’t working. Little strangled sounds of rage and incomprehension exploded from his paralyzed throat as he slipped, and then fell, assisted by Hinata’s none to gentle foot, head over heels into the growing oblivion below the now unspoiled surface of the garden path. The ground had closed up as if nothing had happened the moment Hinata stepped down with her captive.
Kabuto fetched up at the bottom of the impromptu underground lair with a loud grunt. The fall down the stairs, made of sand and dirt that they were, had been more than a little forceful. Cold hands seized him as soon as he stopped, fingers digging into half numb flesh as if made of metal.
Light flared behind him, as Hinata alit from the last sandy step, a newly kindled torch in her hands. Wildly, Kabuto’s eyes rolled around and a chill crept over him. He recognized the objects in this new and dark room far below the earth.
“I see you are still in possession of your wits,” came Gaara’s cold and lethal voice. Kabuto’s eyes rolled around again to see it was indeed the sand nin that had picked him up. “Perhaps it will please you to know I took all these things from your personal lab.”
A cold steel autopsy table lay in the center of a room, and the glint of various medical and more dark tools were revealed when Hinata stepped past them and brought her torch up to the swinging basket of oil overhead.
Kabuto gave another grunt as Gaara slapped him ungently against the cold metal table and began to cruelly tighten down the restraints on his limbs.
“Awfully insightful of you, I must say, Kabuto,” Gaara drawled, a creepy smile gracing his pale lips as he strapped down even the medic nin’s fingers. “I see you thought of everything.” Kabuto gave an angry growl as Gaara then picked up a slim silver scalpel, and fingered the blade.
“How long will this state last?” Gaara asked her nonchalantly.
Hinata stepped up, the firelight above giving her sweet face ominous shadows as she allowed her husband to slip one arm around her shoulder. “Sakura said with the maximum dose, it should last about two hours. Until then, he wont be able to feel anything. But after that…” White teeth flashed in a feral grin as she stared down at their captive. “He will be exquisitely sensitive.”
“Hm.” Gaara grunted. “Then let us pass the time more pleasantly than staring at this carrion.” And the Sand nin led his delicate little wife away.
Kabuto didn’t know how long he lay there, struggling internally, trying to will his body to move, to shake off the effects of whatever drug it was that the sly little bitch had slipped him in her dramatic little play. He felt angry that he’d fallen for such a thing. Though he’d not been present at the meeting when this dainty little miss had shown a bit of spine, he’d heard about it after his fruitless search for Naruto. He should have been wary when she’d been so shy and demure and fucking stammering.
Was that a tingle he felt in his toe? He tried to flex it, staring up into the light overhead.
“Nnnghh… Hinata-chan…”
Gaara’s impassioned moan caught Kabuto by surprise, and of its own volition, his head rolled in that direction.
They were making love! Hinata’s ivory flesh straddled the pallor of her redhaired lover, rising and falling with quickening thrusts as they kissed each other messily between moans and pants.
“Yes, sandman…” Hinata crooned, throwing her head back, delicate hands covering the larger and rougher ones that cupped her pallid breasts.
Somehow, Kabuto hadn’t pegged Gaara as being an endearment using lover, nor Hinata being bold enough to reply in kind. Then it hit him. Naruto. Naruto had always called the pale eyed woman Hinata-chan, and had likewise saddled the ex kazekage with the nickname sandman.
Kabuto was utterly absorbed in watching this twisted bit of love play, riveted to the increasingly rapid thrusts, the unbridled cries of pleasure and passion, the urgency growing between the two lovers. Was completely fascinated when the two of them reached the culmination of their lovemaking by screaming Naruto’s name, almost in unison as they came. Watched raptly as they calmed down slowly amid soft kisses and tears. So enthralled was he by this little tableau, he never noticed the increasing sensation in his body until his back arched and he came wetly as they turned as one to stare at him with pleasure drugged eyes.
There was a moment of silence after Kabuto’s muffled groan of climax passed. Then those frightening smiles were back.
“I think it’s safe to assume he’s ready,” Gaara said softly, gently lifting his wife’s moist body from his own.
Hinata stood up shakily, slicked sweat dampened tendrils from her face, and then began dressing in medical whites, as was Gaara.
“Yes,” she said firmly. “It’s time.”
Kabuto’s nostrils flared as the reek of sex became almost overbearing as they approached him, strangled threats dribbling past his gagged lips.
Hinata ran a light finger, charged with chakra across his face, and Kabuto flinched and gave a muffled shout. She smiled coldly. “Oh, yes, he’s ready.”
Gaara ran a hand along the cold gleaming instruments of torture, his kanji marked brow furrowing in thought. “Hm. Where to begin.”
He looked up and caught his wife’s eyes from where she stood across Kabuto’s helpless body. “You pick, Hinata-chan.”
But before Hinata moved to join him, she unbound his mouth. “After all,” she remarked with what sounded suspiciously like a giggle. “It’s not like anyone will hear him scream.” Then she turned her attention to the glittering blades and bars and needles on the tray, and picked one up. “This one.”
Both of them ignored Kabuto’s threats, shouts of revenge, slurs and insults against them, Konoha, Suna, their love, their passion, even Naruto.
Eyes cold, Gaara took the tool from Hinata’s hands. And when those threats turned to appalling screams, Hinata didn’t even bat an eye.
Chapter 9
“Oh! K..Kabuto-san…” Hinata stammered, cheeks pink when the medic nin and the three gardeners he’d been haranguing looked up. “I… Forgive me… I seem to have gotten lost…” She drew in deep breath, as if with Herculean effort.
Kabuto gave a feral smile, and instantly dismissed the men with curt reminders of what lay in wait for them if they disappointed him again. He turned to the blushing girl with an oily smile.
“Hinata-sama, I see you have found the gardens. Are they not beautiful.” Long fingered white hands gestured about vaguely. It certainly was a stunning place.
Hinata felt a chill crawl up her spine at his voice, and forced herself not to stare at those hands that had tormented the one she loved for so long. Soon… she promised her inner self calmly. Soon he will pay.
A shy and hesitant smile flashed across her pallid lips. “I… Indeed they are. It seems as if my straying has been a g… good thing. Yes?”
Kabuto’s smile became even more toothy. “Oh yes. Naruto-sama often comes here after Sasuke’s been especially… passionate.” Oh, how he loved bating others, but especially these stuck up Konohan Ninja, and even more so those that cared for Naruto. “When he recovers from our Master’s… excesses that is.”
It was no hard feat to allow her pale hands to clench, her face to drain of color, her eyes to drop, and her voice to stammer, but not for the reasons that this vile creature before her thought, at least not wholly.
“R…r…really? S…so N…Naruto-k…kun spends time h…here?” She asked, almost swallowing her words.
“Oh yes,” Kabuto almost sang in his delight. “So does our Kage, especially if his Dobe is here too. Of course, it does mean more work for the gardeners, to clean up blood and other… fluids.” The silver haired devil almost laughed aloud to see moisture shimmering in those pale milky eyes. “Our Otokage does love his little… games.”
Hinata gave a strangled noise, tears spilling over. “N…Naruto…K…Kun….”
Kabuto sidled closer, his eyes burning with unholy pleasure. “Oh, don’t be like that, Hinata-sama. Naruto-sama does enjoy these games immensely.”
Hinata looked up, pathetic hope shining in her eyes. “He… he does?” She swallowed dryly. “Is… Is… h..he… h…happy?” She took a timid step closer as well.
Another step from the medic nin, eyes brightening at the idea of his own little game. “You should hear him scream. Yes, he’s quite the vocal little lover. He screams and sobs and begs for more.”
Hinata choked on a sob, gave a shaky step and collapsed in tears. “N…no…” She moaned heartbrokenly. “N…Not… N…Naruto-k…kun… N…No….”
“Oh, yes, he does,” Kabuto gloated, catching the frail woman in his arms, reveling in her quaking body, her tear drenched cheeks, her heartbroken eyes, and mournful demeanor. “You should hear the noises Naruto-sama makes when the Otokage is fucking him so hard from behind that his face is shoved into the dirt,” he caroled happily. If he’d still had all his parts, he’d be throbbing with excitement. As it was, his thighs trembled and he was very wet between his legs. He got so aroused by the pain and suffering of others. And though he couldn’t torture Hinata as he would so dearly love to, he would torment her as much as he could. “You’ll never guess what Sasuke-kun does then. Oh, it’s so beautiful and exiting. Can you imagine what happens next?” He crooned into the stricken woman’s ear that trembled in agony so deliciously in his arms.
Hinata abruptly straightened out, all tears and grief and pain gone in a flash, her body rock steady against the medic nin’s. “Oh yes, I do know what happens.” There was no trace of a stutter in her voice now. “You suffer.”
Kabuto’s eyes widened with shock, almost comically, as he felt the dig of a fine needle into the tender and unprotected flesh of his neck, lancing through his larynx, cold fluid flooding his throat, pain vibrating along every nerve as the potent drug took immediate effect. Words as cold and remorseless as steel assaulted his ears.
“You die!”
No sooner had these words left her mouth, then the dirt at their feet split open, sandy stairs leading down into a lightless void. From the depths of this tomb rose a soft growl of rage as Gaara’s third eye left the safety of his wife’s hair to stare balefully as the silver haired man sagged in Hinata’s suddenly steely grip.
“Now, Kabuto-san,” Hinata’s voice was as smooth as silk over iron will. “Now it’s time to play, and I know how you love these little games.”
And all Kabuto could do was be dragged into the utter darkness of the earth below, unable to wonder why none of his skills, his body’s antidotes weren’t working. Little strangled sounds of rage and incomprehension exploded from his paralyzed throat as he slipped, and then fell, assisted by Hinata’s none to gentle foot, head over heels into the growing oblivion below the now unspoiled surface of the garden path. The ground had closed up as if nothing had happened the moment Hinata stepped down with her captive.
Kabuto fetched up at the bottom of the impromptu underground lair with a loud grunt. The fall down the stairs, made of sand and dirt that they were, had been more than a little forceful. Cold hands seized him as soon as he stopped, fingers digging into half numb flesh as if made of metal.
Light flared behind him, as Hinata alit from the last sandy step, a newly kindled torch in her hands. Wildly, Kabuto’s eyes rolled around and a chill crept over him. He recognized the objects in this new and dark room far below the earth.
“I see you are still in possession of your wits,” came Gaara’s cold and lethal voice. Kabuto’s eyes rolled around again to see it was indeed the sand nin that had picked him up. “Perhaps it will please you to know I took all these things from your personal lab.”
A cold steel autopsy table lay in the center of a room, and the glint of various medical and more dark tools were revealed when Hinata stepped past them and brought her torch up to the swinging basket of oil overhead.
Kabuto gave another grunt as Gaara slapped him ungently against the cold metal table and began to cruelly tighten down the restraints on his limbs.
“Awfully insightful of you, I must say, Kabuto,” Gaara drawled, a creepy smile gracing his pale lips as he strapped down even the medic nin’s fingers. “I see you thought of everything.” Kabuto gave an angry growl as Gaara then picked up a slim silver scalpel, and fingered the blade.
“How long will this state last?” Gaara asked her nonchalantly.
Hinata stepped up, the firelight above giving her sweet face ominous shadows as she allowed her husband to slip one arm around her shoulder. “Sakura said with the maximum dose, it should last about two hours. Until then, he wont be able to feel anything. But after that…” White teeth flashed in a feral grin as she stared down at their captive. “He will be exquisitely sensitive.”
“Hm.” Gaara grunted. “Then let us pass the time more pleasantly than staring at this carrion.” And the Sand nin led his delicate little wife away.
Kabuto didn’t know how long he lay there, struggling internally, trying to will his body to move, to shake off the effects of whatever drug it was that the sly little bitch had slipped him in her dramatic little play. He felt angry that he’d fallen for such a thing. Though he’d not been present at the meeting when this dainty little miss had shown a bit of spine, he’d heard about it after his fruitless search for Naruto. He should have been wary when she’d been so shy and demure and fucking stammering.
Was that a tingle he felt in his toe? He tried to flex it, staring up into the light overhead.
“Nnnghh… Hinata-chan…”
Gaara’s impassioned moan caught Kabuto by surprise, and of its own volition, his head rolled in that direction.
They were making love! Hinata’s ivory flesh straddled the pallor of her redhaired lover, rising and falling with quickening thrusts as they kissed each other messily between moans and pants.
“Yes, sandman…” Hinata crooned, throwing her head back, delicate hands covering the larger and rougher ones that cupped her pallid breasts.
Somehow, Kabuto hadn’t pegged Gaara as being an endearment using lover, nor Hinata being bold enough to reply in kind. Then it hit him. Naruto. Naruto had always called the pale eyed woman Hinata-chan, and had likewise saddled the ex kazekage with the nickname sandman.
Kabuto was utterly absorbed in watching this twisted bit of love play, riveted to the increasingly rapid thrusts, the unbridled cries of pleasure and passion, the urgency growing between the two lovers. Was completely fascinated when the two of them reached the culmination of their lovemaking by screaming Naruto’s name, almost in unison as they came. Watched raptly as they calmed down slowly amid soft kisses and tears. So enthralled was he by this little tableau, he never noticed the increasing sensation in his body until his back arched and he came wetly as they turned as one to stare at him with pleasure drugged eyes.
There was a moment of silence after Kabuto’s muffled groan of climax passed. Then those frightening smiles were back.
“I think it’s safe to assume he’s ready,” Gaara said softly, gently lifting his wife’s moist body from his own.
Hinata stood up shakily, slicked sweat dampened tendrils from her face, and then began dressing in medical whites, as was Gaara.
“Yes,” she said firmly. “It’s time.”
Kabuto’s nostrils flared as the reek of sex became almost overbearing as they approached him, strangled threats dribbling past his gagged lips.
Hinata ran a light finger, charged with chakra across his face, and Kabuto flinched and gave a muffled shout. She smiled coldly. “Oh, yes, he’s ready.”
Gaara ran a hand along the cold gleaming instruments of torture, his kanji marked brow furrowing in thought. “Hm. Where to begin.”
He looked up and caught his wife’s eyes from where she stood across Kabuto’s helpless body. “You pick, Hinata-chan.”
But before Hinata moved to join him, she unbound his mouth. “After all,” she remarked with what sounded suspiciously like a giggle. “It’s not like anyone will hear him scream.” Then she turned her attention to the glittering blades and bars and needles on the tray, and picked one up. “This one.”
Both of them ignored Kabuto’s threats, shouts of revenge, slurs and insults against them, Konoha, Suna, their love, their passion, even Naruto.
Eyes cold, Gaara took the tool from Hinata’s hands. And when those threats turned to appalling screams, Hinata didn’t even bat an eye.
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