Chapter 1 - Day One


 Hinata stood among the crowd in front of the ramshackled home. She couldn't make sense of the mixed emotions in everyone. Some older women were in tears, while others cackled and laughed joyously. All because one man was said to be dead. 

"What's going on?" asked Naruto, rejoining her with newly purchased food. He handed her some of the skerewed chicken.

 What an awful time to eat, she thought, nibbling down on the juicy darkened meat. But they had been walking without proper food for a few days now, and were famished. 

 In the end, Naruto asked everyone about what went on until he got to the bottom of the story. Apparently, one of the leading families of the village ended up with only a single heir that was beyond hideous. So ugly, in fact, that no one wanted to be with him. Even a blind widow the elders brought in had run away from him. But because he was from of a noble lineage, he apparently couldn't take it anymore - his inability to have offsprings that would carry the family line had made him attempt suicide several times over the years.

"He just wants our pity," one of the villagers said. "That's why he never succeeds."

"No!" one of the women protested. "He's only asking for love and understanding..."

"Then why don't you fuck him?" a group of kids shot back, making her angry. 

"That's terrible..." Hinata said to Naruto. "Surely no person can be ugly enough to be completely unloved." 

 The elders emerged not long after and announced that Bakemono-dono was not yet dead. Bakemono-dono. What a thing to call him. Once the crowd dispersed back to their homes, Hinata went with Naruto to see if they could do anything to help.

"I'm afraid not," said one of the elders. "In truth, the man has a point... His whole existence has brought dishonor upon this house. But the extravagant ways in which he wishes to end his life do so equally. Once the anger is gone from his heart, his peaceful death will bring peace to us and honor to his forefathers. I have left him a proper ceremonial blade with which to open his heart. With any luck, he'll be gone by morning."

 Hinata couldn't believe what she was hearing. Here was this person whose job it was to help, only wishing that Bakemono-dono passed away without a fuss! What assholes!

 When Naruto asked if they could try to help, the elders laughed and told them to do as they wanted.

"We can't just let him do that," explained Naruto.

"No, no, I agree..." But when it came to step inside, Hinata grew a little reluctant. A foul smell hit her nostrils and made her want to throw up.

 They went down the creaking hallways in the rundown home, peering through the gloom in search of this unfortunate man. All the windows had either been boarded up or covered with thick curtains.

 In the end, they found Bakemono-dono sitting in the center of the house by a small flickering candle.

"Who are you?" he snapped. 

 Hinata took a step back upon seeing him and swallowed nervously. Up to this point, she had imagined an ugly man. One that looked normally but perhaps had some kind of deformity: perhaps a big nose or some toad lips.This Bakemono-dono, however, had both both of those things. And so much more...

 His eyes were beady and unkind. Only a few strands of hair remained on his scalp, while coarse black hair ran thickly down the rest of his body. Though he sat crosslegged, his cyclopean body sagged with fat from all over, from his huge mantits, to the giant belly that rested on his thick legs - he had no neck to speak of, and even his brows had enough fat on them to droop over his eyes. 

 His dark, nearly black skin barely caught the light, while the rancid smell he gave off filled the entire room. 

 Y-Yok-kai? thought Hinata, panicking. 

 But in typical fashion, Naruto went over to speak with him. "Yo! We heard you had some issues."

"Go away," growled Bakemono-dono.

"Come on! We want to help. What, you think you're beyond helping?"

"I know I am. All that awaits me now is death."

 Naruto and Hinata both looked down at the small ceremonial knife placed right in front of him. "That's a bad idea," said Naruto.

 Hinata wondered if that was so. As horrible as it was to think that anyone should die, the sight of this... man had filled her with a disgust and revulsion she previously thought unimaginable. Maybe he really is beyond our capacity to help... She couldn't imagine any woman wanting to be with him except by force, and a torture like that seemed unfair. 

 Perhaps he should be left alone to... 

"Kid, go away," insisted Bakemono-dono. "I'm not in need of your pity. I would've been dead already if those stupid elders hadn't interfered." 

"And why are you killing yourself again? Because you can't find a mate? Phaw! I can find you a mate." 

"No, you can't. And I don't need your help. Now take your slutty little girlfriend over there and fuck off of my property."
 
 Slutty? wondered Hinata. Her eyes went down to the fishnet top showing from her open sweatshirt. Hurriedly, she zipped back up.
  
 Naruto simply wouldn't relent. "Come on, you lived for what - a hundred years or however old you are? You can give me three days."

"You won't find anyone."

"Three days!" 

"No."

 Naruto sighed and paced about the room, annoyed, trying to figure it all out. His eyes stayed with Bakemono-dono. Please, let's go, Hinata wanted to tell him. But as their eyes met, Naruto smiled brightly.

"I've got it," cried Naruto. "I'll tell you what. You give me three days to find someone, and if I fail, I'll get my girlfriend to help you." 

 Hinata trembled with fear. She would be used in a gamble? With this monster? Naruto! What are you doing? This man isn't worth our help!
 
 Even Bakemono-dono looked up with suspicion. "Surely you jest."

"Not at all. If that's the only way to help you, so be it. But first you need to give me three days. If I don't find anyone by then, you have my permission to have a baby with Hinata." 

 Bakemono-dono's eyes lingered over Hinata with thoughtful interest. "Hmm." He bobbed his head a few moments later. "Very well. Three days. And she waits here with me." 

 Hinata couldn't begin to believe what had just happened. She'd be left here? With this... monster? 

"Don't worry!" Naruto assured her privately as they walked towards the gate. "I'm not going to fail. There's hundreds of neighboring villages. I'll be back by tomorrow, I promise." 

 She watched him go with a drumming heart, wondering what to do. A part of her simply wanted to run away. To hell with this stupid plan! Why are you trying to help this hideous creature?!

 When she looked back she found Bakemono-dono standing right behind her. He was much taller than she had expected, his mantits flapping with every step at about the level of her eyes. But his massive gut hung between them, covered in scratchy hairs and riddled by stretch marks. 

"You'll be sleeping with me tonight," he said harshly. 

"B-But Naruto has t-three d-d-d-d--" 

"I never said I'd fuck you, did I? I just said you're sleeping with me so I can keep an eye on you. Now come!"
  
 He dragged Hinata along, waddling his way along the dark corridor till he reached a heavy-looking door. He opened it and shoved her inside, then slammed it closed behind them.

 Hinata jumped when he heard the lock. Herr terror reached previously unexperienced heights. Is he going to rape me? Please, just get me out of here...

 In the dark, she could feel those black hands groping her soft body and slowly undressing it. "You can't!" insisted Hinata. "It's... three days..." 

"I told you to stop worrying, you stupid little girl. I know it's three days." 

 Nevertheless, he stripped her of her clothes and ripped off those she wanted to hold on to. In the end, Hinata found herself completely naked, cupping her breasts in the gloom as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. 

 Bakemono-dono wrapped his arms around he from behind, pressing his belly into her back. His hairy fingers ran through her soft and sweet-scented hair, then caressed the smooth and creamy skin of her arms, moving along the peaks of her breasts. 

 Hinata shuddered and began to sob. "Please stop... You promised. Three days." 
"Three days until I fuck you," he corrected. "That doesn't mean we can't get to know each other a little." 

 His went on exploring her body, feeling up every inch of it with the tips of his fingers and the back of his hand as Hinata struggled weakly in his grip. When his dark touch at last came up to her thighs, she closed her legs shut, refusing him access. Nobody had touched her down there. Not even Naruto... 

 And nobody will, until we marry... 
 Mercifully, he relented. 

 Bakemono-dono spread out a massive bedroll over the floorboards, then got down, the wood curving under the violence of his weight. "Come here," he ordered, patting the bedroll. 

 Hinata lowered herself with tears in her eyes, keeping her back towards him as she settled on her side in a fetus position. She raised her knees up protectively to her breasts and wrapped her arms around them.

 Bakemono-dono petted her patiently, seeming to take great pleasure in the contrast between them: one black, the other pale; one old, the other young; one obese, the other fit; one unwanted, the other in a loving relationship.
 
"You're going to make a great mother to my children," he whispered into her ear as he stroked her arm. "We're going to make lots and lots of them together."

"No. Naruto will come back." 

"He won't find anyone. Don't be stupid."

"I don't care!" yelled Hinata, finally losing it. "You won't touch me!" 

"I'm touching you right now." 

 Hinata threw her arm back and smacked him in the face, then pulled away from his touch. "Touch me and I'll kill you."

 Bakemono-dono grinned and tittered darkly. "You're feisty. I like that. Too bad you can't beat me." 

"I don't need to. I'll kill myself before I let you do anything to me."

"I won't let you do that either."

"Then Naruto will beat you."

 He chortled in the dark. "That little boy? He can't and he won't. And if he tries to go back on his word, I'll fuck him too." 
