Thread: Uchiha and Hyuga Rising (Naomi David x Viktoff Samson)

It was true. Habiki didn't converse with members outside of his bolstered clan. Those that weren't around during the time of Itachi's assassination of their clan surrounded Habiki now in the renewed Uchiha compound. What was once a place of prejudice that segregated his clan from Konoha in the time of the Second Hokage was now a blooming area of success and wealth and beauty. Despite being a member of the Uchiha clan himself, Sasuke wasn't included in Habiki's exclusive list of those he relied on and spoke to. And as the rest of his clan came around to accepting the man just as Lord Seventh has and would wish Habiki did as well, he couldn't stomach the concept. In respect to peace, at least within the walls of the village, Habiki didn't speak of his feelings regarding that man. They would be considered treason under the Hokage he knew now, and he didn't need Sharingan or his education as a ninja to discern that. All around, Habiki didn't eat out at all. His meals were prepared for him by the admirers of his that were within his bloodline and those who were loyalists to the Uchiha clan. Poison wasn't a concept that Habiki chose to completely ignore and his actions would demonstrate a careful consideration of that sort of substance. And here he was, sitting beside a Kunoichi that was certainly no push over among Konoha's Shinobi herself. In fact, if there was an assassin hand chosen to plunge a Kunai into his heart, it'd be almost perfect to select this Hyuga woman for the job. She wasn't a slouch and her offensive presence was aligned well enough to guide her hand past his defensive options. Sage Jutsu wasn't necessarily as rare as it was in Naruto's time, but in the whole village it was probably her eyes and bond to snakes that threatened to peel back his own instincts and deliver the killing blow. It was poetic, at least in his heart and soul. To be drawn to the weapon that could so easily be turned on him should the opportunity and circumstances require it. Luckily for Konoha, it was in Habiki's best interest to continue and build on the good will of Lord Seventh and promote this peace. A strong village provides the best environment for him to raise his offspring. The color of her cheeks, her eyes on him and her scent paired with the way this all affected her speech aroused him unlike any aphrodisiac ever could. It didn't help that he was a sheer lion of a man sitting beside her comparably house cat size. He was nearly two heads taller and much broader and his aura was drenched in almost demonic desire. It melted off the decorative black details around his evil eyes, he wanted her in ways that if described in detail would wet the space between the thighs of his other admirers quite easily. And he focused this intent entirely on the promising young Hyuga teen. He brought his left hand from the outer side of the booth that was opposite to where Aimi sat across his chest and to her cheek. Caressing her warm coloring and supple flesh tenderly within his palm that showed the signs of his extensive shuriken and kunai training. His finger times from the same hand hand been tall enough to simultaneously brush the hair away from her own transformed eyes. His face drew closer, but slowly as he watched her. If she were going to squirm, either anxiously or in delight, he wanted to savor it intensely and record it with the purest three tomoe sharingan that appeared within his evil eyes. And it's all mine? His deep voice threatened to probe her all on it's own, as though his perfect yet monstrous inhuman presence was a genjutsu itself designed to break any social wall that threatened to prevent his advances on the smaller, younger Hyuga woman. She was the focus of this man who to others would seem otherworldly all on his own.