Aienai. (NaruHina) |English|

Chapter 24 - Control.

When Hinata walked into the bathroom in the morning, a few hours after seeing Naruto playing the piano, she didn't know what to expect.

Probably because of his fear, as it once ran away from him when he woke up, Naruto had slept on a big black couch that was in his room, but it was still small for him. On the one hand, she didn't like seeing him so uncomfortable being that she was in such extreme luxury, and on the other hand, she really thanked him for being so nice to her.

However, her body ached in unimaginable places, all her muscles tense and feeling like rubber, but she didn't have the courage to look at herself, not until she thought she would have to face the bathroom mirror. Then her perspective completely changed.

Cloths, huge white cloths wrapped around every mirrored part there was, something like bed covers hiding her reflection and with that, Hinata knew how awful it must be.

What was Naruto hiding from her? What could he not bear for her to see?

Even before her hand was caught in the cloth, her tears were already falling and for some reason, it hurt, it burned. Then, with a big shuddering sigh, she watched the white garment float like a cloud to the ground.

And she didn't know what to do but stare petrified at the girl in front of her.

As Naruto had only set her panties and bra, both of which she was wearing, Hinata could see her body perfectly. Her body isn't perfect.

Tears flowed as he stared down at her legs.

His skin was covered in extremely purple bruises, a few yellow ones, with cuts that were already scaly, but red enough to know they were new. She had the round mark from the ropes on her left ankle and her knees were scraped from when she tried to run from Shinji. Slowly, she raised her eyes to his chest.

More purples, lots of polka dots in an oddly red shade—burnt from moments when Shinji put out his cigarette on her—not to mention that she was also thinner to the point where she could see her pelvis bone perfectly where her panties met and watch her shoulders. and neck full of bites that had cut into his flesh. Hinata only denounced her thinness more by shrinking them.

And there were cuts, so many more, that she had to remove her bra with trembling fingers to confirm what she saw.

That, that mark, made the tears blur her vision.

There were cuts from the same blade across her breasts, forming an arabesque of horrible things, but the sting of the tear led her to finally face her own face. And Hinata couldn't hold back the loud sob that came out of her mouth.

One of his eyes was purple, explaining why he couldn't open it very well and his lip was cracked to the point of bleeding. There was a gash that ran from his right ear to the corner of his mouth, another purple cut on his right temple, and large pockets of blood below his silver eyes.

No, that couldn't be happening.

His fingers ran through what was left of her hair. This one that was cut up to her neck, ugly and broken, not that it had ever been pretty, but...

His gaze took in how his hand was, cut, over and over, the nails broken and some bruised. Hinata had to touch them all to see if they would fall apart.

Then, Naruto had burst through the door and was staring at her, wearing nothing but a sweatshirt and completely mortified that she was looking at herself.

It was only then that she realized she must have screamed or let out a loud sound, for he still looked like he was sleeping.

— Hina...