[fanfic] Push and Push Back
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semperdormientesWritten for Trope Bingo Round 3. The prompt was Power Dynamics.
Everything they did followed the same pattern. He'd say or do and she'd push back. It was as familiar to Hinata as her palm. Every line, every little press into her personal space. She knew the route their fights were to take before they ever got off the ground. Just as the first time when he'd caught her on the edge of Wind Country separated from her team.
"What is the pretty little Hyuuga doing here?" His masked head turned at a horrible angle as a single dark eye stared at her.
She shuddered at the oiliness of his tone. But she was a different kunoichi. She was strong, the rightful heir to the Hyuuga she could shed that skin of the timid weird one if she wanted. She stood tall because he expected her to cower. She held her hands loose at her side ready to strike if needed because he expected her to draw a weapon or attack. She knew she was helplessly out matched if they fought physically so she chose to fight with words.
Or silence as it would so be. The meek girl quavered inside but she kept her posture straight as she stared at him waiting for his next move. A twig snapped and she blinked, when her eyes opened again she was alone with the chakra signatures of her team coming up behind her, Kakashi, Shino, Kiba, Sakura. He was strong but five working together against one was a fight that even seasoned jounin chose to avoid where possible. She felt her lips quirk up in a satisfied smile.
Hinata 1, Tobi 0
--
It would be a month before she came even close to the feeling of his chakra presence again. It was faint, a hint left behind after one was gone for a long time.
She chased it.
Hinata wasn't thinking as she followed the signal out beyond the boundaries of the camp and into open territory. She didn't inform her teammates or superiors of the encampment. She had one thought if she could bring Tobi to Naruto the war could end before it could grow worse.
She ran for hours, but she found him. He wasn't moving, merely standing at the edge of a small pond.
She dropped to the ground on silent feet while the crickets sang and the wind played with her hair and wafted greenery and wet soil to her nose. It was odd she didn't have Kiba enhanced sense of smell but even a faint whisper of a persons smell travelled on the wind but there was none from him. Her eyes narrowed body sliding easily into a jyuuken stance. It was a clone, she didn't need her Byakugan to figure that out.
"Show yourself," she calls her voice surprisingly firm even as she crushes the quivering mess of her inner self into a vault. She wouldn't show weakness to this threat to everything she knew.
"Tobi means you no harm, tonight." he says the words, almost sings the tonight. She isn't sure what to do with that.
She holds her stance glaring at his masked face. "You mean harm simply by being."
He doesn't seem phased by that in the least. He doesn't budge, merely stays in one place both him and his clone on either side of her. Hinata doesn't like that he's effectively got her boxed in. She isn't ready to give in but she's foolish. Tonight she has no backup if she pushes and he reacts violently.
"The wheels are turning little Hyuuga, what are you thinking?" He sounds amused now and she looks almost stricken because he isn't using that grating voice and she almost relaxes without thinking. She blinks at him with wide pale eyes mirroring the moon and she flees because she can't believe how her body nearly betrayed her so completely.
Tobi merely watches his clone dispersing with a gentle poof.
Hinata 1, Tobi 1
--
He finds her while she's mourning the loss of a commrade. She's been called away from the front line and he's managed to slip away from Naruto somehow. She isn't crying as he expected.
"I know you're there Tobi." she says it softly and he grins behind his mask, taking her statement as an invitation he slips into the tent.
He looms over her in the low light. It's more startling that there's a pervading since of peace within the tent as opposed to outside. A quick glance shows him bundles of sage and chamomile smoldering in little golden bowls. She was praying. How sweet of the girl.
"How kind of you to pray for the fallen."
"You would be wise to do the same."
He waves his hand dismissing her words, it doesn't matter they're merely clones. They serve a purpose in helping him come one step closer to his goal. Soon the Edo Tensei will be cast and his master will be there to serve retribution. The world will change and it won't matter anymore. But he finds it interesting that the mousy one is choosing now to show her backbone.
"They are a means to an end," he finally says wondering how that will effect her.
He's pleased to see her launch to her feet chakra pulsing through her tiny hands. There's a burning smell in the air as if her anger pushed too much chakra through the pathways and out her tenketsu at a rate that was anything but normal. Her impassiveness wasn't as complete as she feigned. Good he could work with that.
But she doesn't back down and that amuses him as the acrid stench of burnt flesh fades. The candles sputter in the wind casting her face in shadow he wonders how long she'll wait. He's growing bored.
She flies forward so fast he would swear she knew how to shinshun if the technique wasn't something he was sure Hyuuga were never taught. There's a burning fist through his neck and her eyes widen fractionally as she pulls back confused by how her attack should have done something but didn't. He wasn't there and he could see her thoughts telegraphed in her eyes.
He chuckles.
"Little Hyuuga you're saying too much, you know better."
A set of chakra senbon go flying through his head and he tilts it much like a parent would raise a disapproving brow.
There are whispers from outside, heavy footsteps that are rushing against the dirt. She smirks; too soon.
He's like a ghost before her, hands on her arms and then there is only the rushing sensation of travel and a unique feeling of disorientation when her feet touch on solid ground again.
She's wheezing from the blinding fast travel through kamui. He's okay with that though, pleased with her being out of sorts.
"Go to hell," she finally manages between heavy breaths with her hands planted firmly on her knees.
"Tsk, tsk is that anyway to speak to your captor."
She merely grunts, arms crossing over her chest and she turns herself purposely putting her back to him. Brave move, one that could cost her on the battlefield. He'll teach her that lesson later he determines.
Hinata 1, Tobi 1
--
It takes a week to realize it's genjutsu. She was foolish to face a sharingan user without her Byakugan active. She makes the hands signs says "Kai", but nothing seems to change. It's just empty suddenly, quiet. She hates this new environment. When she's gets out she's going to take his mask and make him pay for isolating her.
Hinata 1, Tobi 2
--
She comes out of it swinging. Fists passing through him as before, but she notices the slight hitch, how he was tangible for a millisecond and then wasn't. He wasn't expecting that and she's pleased to have caught him off guard. She forces a blankness back to her face and lets the information roll around in her head as she backs away. She's ready to fight if she needs to. Hopes he'll attack so she can put it to the test, finally land a jyuuken strike on him anywhere, somewhere.
He doesn't. That annoys her.
"That wasn't very nice Hina-chan," He's using that high pitched voice again and she cringes involuntarily. That is the one thing she didn't miss when she was under.
"You d-deserved it." she grits her teeth frustrated that her stutter chose now to re-emerge after she'd been doing so well. She wouldn't let him get to her, wouldn't let him keep picking at her like this.
Everything they did followed the same pattern. He'd say or do and she'd push back. It was as familiar to Hinata as her palm. Every line, every little press into her personal space. She knew the route their fights were to take before they ever got off the ground. Just as the first time when he'd caught her on the edge of Wind Country separated from her team.
"What is the pretty little Hyuuga doing here?" His masked head turned at a horrible angle as a single dark eye stared at her.
She shuddered at the oiliness of his tone. But she was a different kunoichi. She was strong, the rightful heir to the Hyuuga she could shed that skin of the timid weird one if she wanted. She stood tall because he expected her to cower. She held her hands loose at her side ready to strike if needed because he expected her to draw a weapon or attack. She knew she was helplessly out matched if they fought physically so she chose to fight with words.
Or silence as it would so be. The meek girl quavered inside but she kept her posture straight as she stared at him waiting for his next move. A twig snapped and she blinked, when her eyes opened again she was alone with the chakra signatures of her team coming up behind her, Kakashi, Shino, Kiba, Sakura. He was strong but five working together against one was a fight that even seasoned jounin chose to avoid where possible. She felt her lips quirk up in a satisfied smile.
Hinata 1, Tobi 0
--
It would be a month before she came even close to the feeling of his chakra presence again. It was faint, a hint left behind after one was gone for a long time.
She chased it.
Hinata wasn't thinking as she followed the signal out beyond the boundaries of the camp and into open territory. She didn't inform her teammates or superiors of the encampment. She had one thought if she could bring Tobi to Naruto the war could end before it could grow worse.
She ran for hours, but she found him. He wasn't moving, merely standing at the edge of a small pond.
She dropped to the ground on silent feet while the crickets sang and the wind played with her hair and wafted greenery and wet soil to her nose. It was odd she didn't have Kiba enhanced sense of smell but even a faint whisper of a persons smell travelled on the wind but there was none from him. Her eyes narrowed body sliding easily into a jyuuken stance. It was a clone, she didn't need her Byakugan to figure that out.
"Show yourself," she calls her voice surprisingly firm even as she crushes the quivering mess of her inner self into a vault. She wouldn't show weakness to this threat to everything she knew.
"Tobi means you no harm, tonight." he says the words, almost sings the tonight. She isn't sure what to do with that.
She holds her stance glaring at his masked face. "You mean harm simply by being."
He doesn't seem phased by that in the least. He doesn't budge, merely stays in one place both him and his clone on either side of her. Hinata doesn't like that he's effectively got her boxed in. She isn't ready to give in but she's foolish. Tonight she has no backup if she pushes and he reacts violently.
"The wheels are turning little Hyuuga, what are you thinking?" He sounds amused now and she looks almost stricken because he isn't using that grating voice and she almost relaxes without thinking. She blinks at him with wide pale eyes mirroring the moon and she flees because she can't believe how her body nearly betrayed her so completely.
Tobi merely watches his clone dispersing with a gentle poof.
Hinata 1, Tobi 1
--
He finds her while she's mourning the loss of a commrade. She's been called away from the front line and he's managed to slip away from Naruto somehow. She isn't crying as he expected.
"I know you're there Tobi." she says it softly and he grins behind his mask, taking her statement as an invitation he slips into the tent.
He looms over her in the low light. It's more startling that there's a pervading since of peace within the tent as opposed to outside. A quick glance shows him bundles of sage and chamomile smoldering in little golden bowls. She was praying. How sweet of the girl.
"How kind of you to pray for the fallen."
"You would be wise to do the same."
He waves his hand dismissing her words, it doesn't matter they're merely clones. They serve a purpose in helping him come one step closer to his goal. Soon the Edo Tensei will be cast and his master will be there to serve retribution. The world will change and it won't matter anymore. But he finds it interesting that the mousy one is choosing now to show her backbone.
"They are a means to an end," he finally says wondering how that will effect her.
He's pleased to see her launch to her feet chakra pulsing through her tiny hands. There's a burning smell in the air as if her anger pushed too much chakra through the pathways and out her tenketsu at a rate that was anything but normal. Her impassiveness wasn't as complete as she feigned. Good he could work with that.
But she doesn't back down and that amuses him as the acrid stench of burnt flesh fades. The candles sputter in the wind casting her face in shadow he wonders how long she'll wait. He's growing bored.
She flies forward so fast he would swear she knew how to shinshun if the technique wasn't something he was sure Hyuuga were never taught. There's a burning fist through his neck and her eyes widen fractionally as she pulls back confused by how her attack should have done something but didn't. He wasn't there and he could see her thoughts telegraphed in her eyes.
He chuckles.
"Little Hyuuga you're saying too much, you know better."
A set of chakra senbon go flying through his head and he tilts it much like a parent would raise a disapproving brow.
There are whispers from outside, heavy footsteps that are rushing against the dirt. She smirks; too soon.
He's like a ghost before her, hands on her arms and then there is only the rushing sensation of travel and a unique feeling of disorientation when her feet touch on solid ground again.
She's wheezing from the blinding fast travel through kamui. He's okay with that though, pleased with her being out of sorts.
"Go to hell," she finally manages between heavy breaths with her hands planted firmly on her knees.
"Tsk, tsk is that anyway to speak to your captor."
She merely grunts, arms crossing over her chest and she turns herself purposely putting her back to him. Brave move, one that could cost her on the battlefield. He'll teach her that lesson later he determines.
Hinata 1, Tobi 1
--
It takes a week to realize it's genjutsu. She was foolish to face a sharingan user without her Byakugan active. She makes the hands signs says "Kai", but nothing seems to change. It's just empty suddenly, quiet. She hates this new environment. When she's gets out she's going to take his mask and make him pay for isolating her.
Hinata 1, Tobi 2
--
She comes out of it swinging. Fists passing through him as before, but she notices the slight hitch, how he was tangible for a millisecond and then wasn't. He wasn't expecting that and she's pleased to have caught him off guard. She forces a blankness back to her face and lets the information roll around in her head as she backs away. She's ready to fight if she needs to. Hopes he'll attack so she can put it to the test, finally land a jyuuken strike on him anywhere, somewhere.
He doesn't. That annoys her.
"That wasn't very nice Hina-chan," He's using that high pitched voice again and she cringes involuntarily. That is the one thing she didn't miss when she was under.
"You d-deserved it." she grits her teeth frustrated that her stutter chose now to re-emerge after she'd been doing so well. She wouldn't let him get to her, wouldn't let him keep picking at her like this.
