Eyes tightly shut, she pressed her slender shoulders into the locker behind her, and away from the man whose face was just an inch away from her own.

"Come on, sweet cheeks, I promise I will be gentle," The boy spoke, lifting a hand from the locker next to her head and tracing a big finger down her cheek.

Shaking her head hastily, she tried to duck under one of his arms, only to be shoved straight back against the locker by one large hand.

"Don't be rude, we aren't finished talking yet," The boy chuckled, tearing her white shirt sleeve off of her shoulder and tracing a finger up her bicep and down over the soft cushioning above her breast.

It was long after she should have been at school, most people had already gone home, leaving her alone with the person she had stayed so late in an attempt to avoid. It was close to six pm and the sun was already setting, meaning she would have to walk home in the dark. She had decided to leave so that she could get home before that happened.

She had run into him in the hallway. If only she had waited another five minutes then she wouldn't be in this mess. She turned her head away as the boy's fingers dipped lower, her bottom lip trembling and eyes still firmly shut.

Her books lay scattered across the floor and her wrists were pressed roughly against the cool metal of the locker above her head. This was bad. No this was way worse than bad.

…

Sasuke wasn't planning to stay late at school, actually he was planning to go home early but he left his motorbike at home this morning, because of the rain and was planning to get a lift back with Itachi, who was late.

Itachi had said something about being held up at a football meeting but the phone had crackled out before he could finish his sentence.

Sasuke walked to his locker, liking the quiet emptiness of the hallway, no fan girl squealing, and no giggling or hushed whispers. Just the way he liked it.

He turned into the hallway and paused when he saw the girl pressed against his locker, the boy's hands travelling invasively over her clothed body.

Sasuke walked silently forward, stopping behind the shorter boys shoulders.

"Move," He said emotionlessly, waiting patiently for the response he knew he was going to get.

"Who the hell do you think you are, interruptin' a guy when he's busy?" The boy yelled, releasing the girl wrists and lunging towards Sasuke,

Catching the fist thrown at his face, he forcefully twisted the boys wrist, releasing it when it snapped with a painful cracking noise and the boy fell to the side with a yelp. Only then did the boy bother to look at who he attacked and paled significantly, his tanned face turning as white as the man standing before him.

The boy clambered to his feet and scurried down the hallway, clutching his broken wrist in his other hand.

Sasuke smirked and looked back at the girl who was frozen in place in front of his locker, large, pale eyes wide and bottom lip trembling.

Her hands were pressed against the locker on either side of her hips and for the life of her, she couldn't move, especially with those onyx eyes piercing her own.

Sasuke stared down at her, he had never seen this particular girl around school before, she must be that cousin that Neji was talking about transferring here the previous week, the eyes were a dead giveaway.

She was intriguing, he had never seen a girl at this school look at him without admiration and longing, she however just looked scared. He would even go as far as to say she looked terrified. Yes, utterly terrified.

Leaning his arm against his locker next to her head, he leant forward, stopping when his lips were right by her ear.

"You're in my way too, Hyuuga," he whispered, a smirk plastered onto his face. She made a small whimpering noise and turned her head away before bending down, grabbing her closest books and running down the hallway.

Sasuke stared at the dent in his locker and growled, that girl was probably covered in bruises if that boy hit her against his locker this hard.

Opening his locker he pulled out his bag with his school books and proceeded to walk down the hallway, his foot knocking into a lonely book and making it slide across the floor.

He bent down and picked up the plain black notebook, turning into over in his hand.

There was no writing on the outside but on the inside there was a title page with a return address and a name. 'Hinata Hyuuga, huh?' He thought to himself, for a girl with a name translating as sunshine, she was even paler than he was.

Holding the book to his side, he walked out the school and towards the address indicated in the notebook. He wasn't quite sure why he was doing it, he could just give her the book on Monday but he was interested in seeing where the girl lived, she had certainly piqued his interest.

He couldn't help it, girls that went to his school were always snobby and arrogant, which was normal considering it was the top school in Japan, which, unless you were unnaturally intelligent and managed to get an almost unattainable scholarship, then you would have to be extremely rich.

Stopping outside a somewhat isolated cottage, he knocked on the door. The area was very close to the woodlands and the house, although not nearly as big as his mansion, was rather pretty. The house was seriously at least a kilometre away from other houses.

The door opened slightly and a pale eye looked out at him, before the door almost slammed shut. It would have too if he hadn't shoved his foot in the gap before she could.

"You know, it's rude to slam the door in someone's face," He mused, kicking the door open with his foot.

The inside was just as lovely as the outside but upon walking through the door he could tell she lived alone. One place set at the table, one mug next to the kettle and the biggest giveaway of all was the horrified expression on Hinata's face.

Hinata stood there in a long pair of pajama pants and a spaghetti strap top, her hair falling in dripping curls to her waist. He kind of understood why she closed the door on him now.

"So you live alone?" He pondered, looking around the English style interior with interest. Hinata panicked, this wasn't meant to happen! She didn't want anyone to know that she lived alone, for safety sake.

"N-no, I mean u-uhm," giving up on her pathetic attempt at lying she sighed, "Hai," and looked back at Sasuke anxiously. Why did it have to be the Uchiha Sasuke that 'helped' her? She had already received more than enough bullying from the girls at school but if they found out that he actually came to her house?

Well then she would be dead, those fan girls were like sharks, ruthless and violent, she had the bruises lining her arms, back and sides to prove it. And the guys weren't any better.

The more attention she received from the guys at school, the more the girls would 'warn' her, physically and of course, verbally about staying away from their men. The last thing she wanted was for people from school to know where she lived, especially that she lived alone.

She didn't want to get bullied at home too. She was actually really secretive walking home; she wasn't sure how the Uchiha had found out where she lived.

"Please don't tell a-anyone," she mumbled, eyes large and pleading, her bottom lip quivering unconsciously.

Sasuke smirked; he could gain something out of this. He had always been opportunistic and why would this case be any different?

"Fine I won't tell anyone, if you be my slave," He said, his lips twisting into a somewhat sadistic grin. Hinata's eyes widened and she took a step back, bumping her already bruised back against the counter.

"S-slave?" She murmured disbelievingly. It was a shame on her family name, but they disowned her anyway and what choice did she really have?

"F-for how l-long?" She questioned, arms wrapped protectively around her torso.

"Until I say otherwise," he said, surprised she was giving in so easily. She most definitely wasn't like anyone else from school.

"Terms?" She asked, looking up at him with concerned expression on her face. Nobody would just agree to something like this without knowing exactly what the term 'slave' entailed.

"You do anything I tell you to do, when I tell you to do it," He said, arrogant Uchiha smirk still plastered on his face.

"No!" she cried, before covering her mouth and looking around oddly at her surroundings, still not used to living somewhere where she could make as much noise as she wanted.

"Fine, then all my fan girls will know where you live, that you live alone and that I came for a visit. See you around Hyuuga," He said, expression melting back to its usual stoic façade as he turned and strolled out the door.

"W-wait!" She called, pausing before she looked away from him and her lips curled down into a frown, "I'll do it."

"Good, I won't make you do anything at school," he paused studying the bruises lining her arms, "but be prepared for me to visit here more often," He said, the famous Uchiha smirk making its way onto his face once more.

He was about to walk out the door when he remembered the black notebook still clutched against his side.

"Oh, I wanted to return this. You should really tear your address out of there or be more careful with it," he finished, putting it on the table next to the door and leaving her house, door closing with a click behind him.

Hinata slid down the counter and pulled her knees to her chest. She was such an idiot. She should never have written her address in her sketchbook in the first place.

She sighed, she wasn't at all certain what he wanted her to do, but she definitely didn't like it.

She was most definitely in his debt for earlier though, even though it might not have been his intention to help her.