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A Small Crack in Perfection
By eternalshiva
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I do not own Naruto nor do I make any monies off this Fanfiction. All characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto
AN - I'm on maternity leave as of Friday! You may see a couple of updates before my baby's out and about, I got three weeks at home twiddling my thumbs - might as well write!
Thanks to my betas – perpetual159 and Jolly. These next couple of chapters wouldn't be what they are without their wit, ideas and support.
Chapter 12
Those meddling kids…!
Hinata didn't think this particular thing would happen today when she got into the office, leaving Naruto behind in her home to overlook and begin her private garden. Most of her home was going to have to be renovated to accommodate her request, but she was prepared for the costs and the headaches. Plus, he had been very insistent that she leave – something about the noise, dust and the amount of people in the home.
To be completely honest, Hinata was entirely unaware of the fact that Naruto didn't want his men to ogle her while she went about her day. In his dignified opinion, that package was his and his alone – Jiraiya had often said that he wasn't good at sharing and that stubborn streak hadn't disappeared over the years.
Now, the particular problem she was facing developed when she opened her big mouth and asked advice on her relationship and how far it should be progressing. The thing is, Hinata was still very virginal in the ways of love, having never really travelled that particular path in her life, let alone know when it was okay to strip down to her birthday suit and pull a Venus de Milo on her childhood crush.
It wasn't improving matters considering EroHinata was having a field day inside her mind. Scenarios were rabid – such as leaving some edible panties on his pillows, stripping to her skimmies and laying on his bed with chocolate lotion lathered up over her breasts, enticing him with a mirror practiced come-hither look that would melt him on the spot, and so on.
Well, she hoped it did improve. So far, it was confirmed by EroHinata that she looked constipated or excessively angry when she sneak attacked her sexy gaze on her bedroom mirror. She assumed it would be more natural once she was face-to-face with him in the right situation… or so she tried to convince herself. She could almost hear the sex-starved personality snort indignantly at her feeble attempt to think she was some sexy beast, as Naruto had casually teased once.
The most daring fantasy, which her perverted counterfeit self had mustered up in a lust induced delusion, was a scene where she would slip inside the shower while he was innocently washing and just go for the kill, but her pride had frozen her lust in its tracks. The Heiress was scandalised – no, traumatised – by the erotic scenarios strolling casually through the young woman's mind.
Was this honestly normal after such a short time of dating a man?
'It couldn't be…' she thought with a sigh. 'Didn't couples have some kind of book or rituals to follow on the proper times to do things?'
EroHinata gleefully announced to her that, 'No, there is no such thing,' and to 'Stop being such a prude and take him already!'
That was crude, and very crass if she did dare say so herself. Hinata couldn't rely on that particular voice in her head – it had far too much influence on her lately and she was worried she was being led in the wrong direction. Without a moment's hesitation, she decided that she couldn't trust herself. She needed help outside of her obviously warped logic and looked for salvation elsewhere.
But now, she was regretting it. Nothing was worth this torture.
"Oh, he's been thinking about it – no doubt in my mind," Sakura mumbled through her mouthful of strawberry salad.
Hinata blinked while Hanabi merely nodded in agreement, as though it was the most obvious thing.
"Now, the question is, are you?" Hanabi pointed at her sister with a fork full of lasagna.
Hinata huffed and blushed a deep crimson that amused Sakura to no end. To Sakura's surprise, Naruto had uncovered a woman under all those layers of hard-ass and was slowly turning her back into someone she recognized. The strawberry blonde woman shook her head while the pale-eyed girl tried to recover a little dignity.
It was obvious to anyone that Hinata had been struggling lately with the idea of taking her lover to the next step. Naruto was practically sex-on-wheels lately and exuding pheromones to make any girl go swirly-eyed. Guess that's what happens when a boy is in love – untouchable equals desirable.
It was pretty cute watching her suffer under their teasing – Naruto had been correct in his observation that Hanabi was a force to be reckoned with. She caught on without even a hint and went with it, as was the case here.
"Oh, quit being such a prude." Hanabi poked her this time, causing bits of sauce to stick to Hinata's blouse. The eldest sister narrowed her eyes dangerously; a warning that would have most people running out of a room, but her sister ignored her with expert ease.
"I'm not being a p-p-prude!" she retorted, slapping the offending utensil away from her.
Sakura burst out laughing; it was rare to see her boss so relaxed for once. Hinata had finally crawled out of her hole and was well enough to come to work. Although, she was sure that the girl needed a break from Naruto's intensity.
"Twenty-five and still a virgin," Hanabi mumbled in disbelief. Hinata gasped and Sakura nearly choked on her olive.
"Are you serious? She's so hot-looking! How is that even possible?" the assistant managed to spit out between painful coughs to clear the item from her throat.
"I'm what? Sakura that's-"
"Oh, extremely serious. Worst thing is that, I feel sorry for all those contraceptive pills wasted every month." Hanabi cut off her sister's rant and crossed her arms in thought. "I'm sure she's been diligently saving herself-"
"Hanabi!" Hinata half-shouted in horror. "You know very well I used those to clear up complexion issues I've had since my teen years!"
"Sure, complexion issues. Let's pretend that's the reason and not the one that rhymes with itch," her sister chirped.
Hinata choked oddly and Sakura could only laugh again as the two sisters bickered back and forth over what could and couldn't be revealed at work and in front of their co-workers.
"I figured she was into hardcore stuff, like S & M. She's so mean with everyone – it's surprising, to be honest," Ino piped in innocently while walking by.
The heiress watched the blonde stroll away with her mouth agape. Ino turned the corner only to disappear before Hinata could deny the wild assumption. The editor was completely unaffected by the silence she'd thrown the little party into.
Hanabi was the first to break the odd silence – bursting with laughter. Sakura tried to continue eating her salad, but couldn't figure out how to open her mouth without laughing... so she just stared at the table and shifted uncomfortably in her chair. Several seconds ticked by. Hinata was at a loss for words when she heard the inevitable.
"What's the safety word you use…?" Sakura asked, deciding that her curious nature was stronger than her sense of safety.
Oh. My. God.
"I certainly am not into S & M and there is no safety word!" Hinata pressed her palm against her forehead and groaned. This conversation had completely gone out of hand.
"It's Banana, I bet," Hanabi piped in without missing a beat.
Sakura cackled and Hinata slumped in her chair, giving up on having a mature conversation. Her serious query was now being mocked and belittled by her close friends and family. She'd lost total control once more and she could barely keep her blush from expanding as it was!
"With Naruto, Orange would be a better fit," Sakura giggled while Hanabi looked perplexed at the comment. "That guy's got a weird obsession with the colour. You never know…" Sakura trailed off as Hanabi made an O with her mouth in understanding. Suddenly the younger woman had a strange glint in her eyes that made Hinata brace herself with worry.
"She does have all those silk scarves in her dresser." Hanabi smirked.
"Oh really…?" Sakura drawled out, eyes sparkling with gossip-y interest.
Hinata was beyond scandalised at this point. This had to stop!
"Those are for dressing, not sexing!" Hinata shouted quickly without thinking. She gasped and the girls stopped moving in shock. Hinata's vulnerability was becoming apparent – she wasn't used to being barraged like this.
"Man, I would have paid good money to see Naruto walk in just then," Sakura whined in disappointment. "Sexing? Is that even a word?" she mimicked Naruto's tone almost to perfection.
"Agreed, it would have been priceless," Hanabi nodded, "I bet she would have fainted."
"Just like the good old days…" Hinata's assistant sighed with nostalgia.
"Can we just please get back on the subject at hand?" Hinata felt like slamming her head onto the desk; she was absolutely miserable.
"Right, 'How to fuck Naruto 101'," Sakura said casually before she took another mouthful of lettuce, chewing carefully.
Hinata was starting to seriously consider firing her.
"You're both adults," Hanabi cut in – she could see her sister was starting to lose her patience, "it goes without saying that you move up in intimacy when you're ready. It could take five years, it could take two hours."
Sakura nodded. "Plus Naruto's pretty thick with that stuff. You'll need to be real clear on your intent or what you want." She snapped the lid to her container shut, putting it back in her purse. "Barney Style would be your best bet with him."
"Barney Style?" Hinata was confused at the term.
"Real simple-like – meaning, very direct. And you'll probably have more success with a hands-on approach, if you catch my drift." Sakura couldn't help the grin while wiggling her eyebrows. This was priceless! She didn't know a human could turn that shade of red.
She got the drift. 'Take the initiative?' Oh, no no no no! That was too bold, even for Hinata. It had taken so much effort just to kiss the man—
"Took her ages just to kiss him, how is she supposed to pull that off?" Hanabi finished her sister's thought without knowing.
Hinata narrowed her eyes dangerously, though she was very curious to hear the answer.
"What! Are you serious?" Sakura ushered her voice in disbelief.
Hanabi nodded as Hinata looked away, a little irked that they were reacting this way. Sakura suddenly realised they were dealing with a girl inside the body of a woman in love. This was a bit more complicated.
"Well…" Sakura leaned back against her chair, the creak of the wood distracting Hinata for a moment, "that's not something we can really help with. You need to decide for yourself if it's what you want to do – to follow the mood of things and read your partner to see if he's ready for that, too."
"Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you two, but it's not that obvious for me," Hinata quipped dryly.
The two girls blinked at the sudden confession. Time to be more direct with these two, Hinata was done taking their light banter.
"Since it's so obvious to you two, let me start with you, Sakura," she asked, her tone laced dangerously with impatience.
With the invisible finger pointed at her, Sakura couldn't look at her boss – since when had Hinata picked up sarcasm?
"How did you know you were ready? I need an example to compare my own feeling in this situation."
The air had gone cold in the room and Sakura's sense of danger was screaming: 'Answer her or she's going to fire your ass!'
"That's a pretty good question - and a very difficult one," was all she could think to say to stall the increasingly irritable woman.
Hinata was starting to think she was in a hopeless situation. She could sense the other woman stalling for time. She needed to know if what she had been wanting emotionally was something normal, and warranted the urge to possess Naruto at a sexual level. The real issue was that she wasn't sure how to bring it up without coming across as… a complete pervert.
"What about…" Hanabi started only to be cut off by a familiar voice from behind her.
"You know, love and lust are pretty similar things." Ino appeared out of nowhere again. She slipped her thin-framed glasses from her face to the top of her head and paused next to her boss. Hinata was startled by the unexpected visit and clearly eeped at the woman – the blonde ignored her and continued her speech. "One just means more than the other and makes the experience a little bit more euphoric." She put her hand on the heiresses' shoulder and smiled at her, which gave Hinata a strange sense of comfort.
"Sex isn't a pivotal point in a relationship. Lots of people have one night stands, some even make a living out of sex acts," she continued as the girls turned thoughtful listening to her advice. "If you want to jump him, then you're ready. If the thought of it scares the shit out of you, then you're not – he'll understand if he truly cares for you."
Crass, but to the point. Ino wasn't one to tiptoe around a subject for too long and the girls had been torturing the poor woman for nearly two hours.
"You could always strike his pressure points if he acts like an asshole and put him into a well deserved coma," Hanabi suggested, quite nonchalantly.
"You're not helping," Ino deadpanned.
Hanabi shrugged her off.
"Well, it doesn't scare me, not at all…" Hinata calmly said. She'd been in love with him since her childhood – despite the fact that she had promptly forgotten about him. "My question still stands. I want to know how one decides if they are ready for that... so Sakura, how did you know for your first time?"
"Ah… well… things were a little chaotic back then. I was young, he was young and life seemed far more dramatic and serious than it actually was." She scratched the back of her head and leaned back a little against the chair while trying to recall the moment of her decision.
"You did it on a whim?" the Heiress asked, quite directly.
Sakura blushed. Hinata wasn't off the mark. She was completely dead on.
"Ah, well… it's more compl-"
"With Sasuke it was pure love," Ino cut her off again. "She would have fucked him four ways to Sunday despite the fact that he didn't give her the time of day most of the time."
"Ino!" the pink haired woman yelled out in surprise.
Hinata wasn't sure who Sasuke was, but she figured it must've been a torrid love affair by how Sakura was shocked into speechlessness.
"Oh stop being so coy – it's no secret!" Ino scoffed, ignoring the glares. "With her second tryst in the art of sex, it was entirely on a whim," Ino confirmed without skipping a beat.
"She took complete advantage of Naruto when she was feeling rejected and fucked his brains out because he was available and willing."
Sakura's mouth snapped shut. The conversation had just taken a terrible turn and before she could reach over to choke Ino into silence, the blonde managed to finish her sentence without thinking about the consequences.
"Poor bastard even knew she was doing him to get back at Sasuke, but he went with it like a big fucking idiot."
Sakura groaned, Hinata raised her eyebrows so high they almost disappeared, and Hanabi frowned, as though she was missing something obvious by the way everyone was reacting.
"I don't know who the biggest moron of the two was: Sakura for being such a heartless cunt and taking advantage of his feelings, or Naruto for forgiving so easily after six years with her." Ino just kept babbling… and babbling. There was just no end to it!
"I didn't mean for it to happen like that!" Sakura cut her off.
Ino only rolled her eyes in a what-ever-let's-you-sleep-at-night way that infuriated the young woman.
"I did have feelings for him! I really did!"
"Not feelings of love you hypocrite! You only felt like it was more because he confessed to you and you took advantage of his sorry ass after he got out of the hospital." Ino was pointing at the woman, who had shrunk down in her chair. She knew she was right.
"The worst part of your charade is that on the night Sasuke left, you were screaming for him to take you with him while he was beating Naruto into a coma!"
It dawned on all of the ladies, quite suddenly, that the subject at hand was very awkward and completely taboo.
Sakura slumped in her seat and sighed while Ino mumbled an apology for bringing up the ghosts of the past and sheepishly looked over to the current love interest of Naruto Uzumaki. Hinata was staring at the floor repenting for even bringing up the subject. Although curious to hear more on this titbit of the shrouded past, it had hurt her for some reason – more than she anticipated, but it was from her own doing.
She couldn't be upset with their history and she had to get over the bitterness swimming in the pit of her stomach caused by the fact that, although she had never shared herself with someone, Naruto had already given himself to another woman.
"That was years ago, Hinata," Sakura tried to reassure her, but it was obvious that Ino's bluntness had done its damage. "He broke up with me when it was obvious to him I was using him – I broke his trust and his heart."
Sakura looked at her very seriously. "One thing you can be sure of, Hinata, is that he cares very deeply for you. You can see it right away just by looking at him."
Ino's damage was done, Hinata looked unsure.
"If you're that worried about taking the next step, you need to talk to him about it. Nothing we say here will reassure you – only he can."
Hinata nodded. It was good advice. Regardless of the girl's past with her boyfriend – she decided she needed to speak with Naruto.
Tonight, for sure.
Naruto stared at his cell phone, and Shino adjusted his dark glasses before clearing his throat to catch his attention.
"Sorry to disturb you from the staring contest with your LED screen, but I need to discuss this today."
Naruto blinked. 'Oh, right.'
"I apologize. Where were we?"
Shino narrowed his eyes, but the blond couldn't see it. There was something unsettling about the entomologist. Maybe it was the long lab coat he wore twenty-four seven, or the sunglasses that glinted ominously when he seemed irritated with his employer. Or maybe it was that one time when Naruto went to the lab to speak with him and found him covered with little beetles – willingly, mind you – and didn't remove them the whole time he was there.
Naruto had the hee bee jee bees ever since, but the man was an expert in his field and was his secret weapon in the business. Naruto used insects, friendly ones, to keep the natural balance of his home gardens in perfect shape.
"What's the plan for this garden?" Shino was quick to get to the point, as he disliked being away from his lab longer than he needed to.
"Did you look over the vegetation we're going to use?"
"Yes, after reviewing the list you provided, I have decided that the best option for this set-up is to breed my domesticated coccinellidea as per the norm." Shino looked over the workers, seemingly interested in the skeleton born of Naruto's fruits of labour. "I will train Miss Hyuuga on the life cycle and needs of the insect to keep the fauna balanced."
"Those are the Lady Bugs, right?" Naruto didn't know all the fancy names, but he knew his bug specialist's preferences.
"Yes, if you want to plainly call them that."
Shino adjusted his glasses again and Naruto could feel it. He was about to get the speech...
"Coccinellids are typically predators of Hemiptera, such as aphids and scale insects." Shino pulled a small tube from his pocket where a red insect crawled around in the glass confinement as the entomologist brought the specimen closer to his face in observation.
Naruto blinked, not sure if he should be concerned with his lack of surprise when Shino actually yanked out bugs from his pockets. Although, in all honesty, he wouldn't be surprised if he could mind control the things to do his bidding someday, or... he wouldn't put it past him, anyway.
"They are commonly yellow, orange, or scarlet, with small black spots on their wing covers, black legs, head and antennae. A very large number of coccinellid species are mostly, or entirely, black, grey, or brown and may be difficult for non-entomologists to recognize as coccinellids. Conversely, there are many small beetles that are easily mistaken for coccinellids, such as..."
The blond's eyes glazed over. He'd heard this speech a few hundred times already and he was starting to know it by heart.
"The tortoise beetles." Naruto completed the sentence before Shino could continue, causing the bug specialist to stop speaking. There was an awkward silence between the two men.
"Ah, sorry, Shino. I didn't mean to interrupt you." Naruto rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, trying to soothe the beast that was dangerously close to being unleashed. There was something creepy about the calm man, almost eerie in his silence and observation of the world.
"Hmm," was the only thing the entomologist managed to reply before Naruto's cell phone rang.
"Hold that thought." He pointed at his colleague before flipping the phone open.
"Hello, hawtness!" he exclaimed with a cheesy grin.
Hinata stuttered on the other end of the line. She wasn't quite used to his nicknames just yet and his unpredictability on when he used them made her feel out of sorts. On the other hand, Naruto found it awfully cute the way she didn't know how to react.
"When will the workers be done for the day?" she asked quietly. Naruto raised a brow, was she that eager to come home?
"Uh, maybe a couple of hours. Why?"
"I need to talk to you."
Oh god. The dreaded words. This only meant negative or horrible things that Naruto knew he needed to carefully tread around.
"About...?"
"I can't say right now," Hinata mumbled. He could hear a load of feminine voices cackling in hilarity, flooding the background.
"Ah, well... okay. I'll see you in a couple of hours then."
"Okay."
"Eh… okay." Naruto frowned. 'This is awkward.'
"Bye."
"Bye." Naruto flipped the phone off and narrowed his eyes. He wondered what he had done recently to deserve the 'we need to talk' speech. He couldn't think of anything off hand, but then again... he was a little thick headed.
"Shall I continue or do you wish more private time with your phone...?" Shino cut off his troubled thinking. The blond nodded and looked at his phone one last time before putting it away again.
"As you know, the specimens will have to be kept in a cold temperature to force them into hibernation; I will have to train her on how to make the wings sticky so that they cannot fly about the home outside the garden..."
Naruto stopped listening.
Just what had he done this time?
It was barely 10 p.m. and her career was on the brink of destruction.
The lamp on Tsunade's desk flickered, casting cold shadows across the wooden desk and various trinkets she kept around to remind herself of her fleeting past. Her gaze lingered on the yellowed picture of her long dead husband before she shook her head slightly.
"What would you do, Jiraiya?"
She sighed. The dead couldn't solve her problems, or get her out of them. If it hadn't been for Nara, they would be eyeballs deep in sour pickles. Even with the warnings and the preparations, things were getting ugly really fast.
"You're still in deep shit, blondie."
No matter how she looked at it, these rumours were going to kill her chances at re-election this year as well as destroy her well-maintained reputation. She had a lot of skeletons in her closet and they were supposed to be completely out of the public eye.
She leaned her elbows against the wood of her desk and crossed her fingers, leaning her chin onto them. She narrowed her eyes at the television, slowly displaying her indiscretions to the citizens of Konoha.
'Unconfirmed sources report that our treasury had funds siphoned and moved to personal accounts – these accounts are reported to belong to none other than Tsunade Senju, our Mayor. It's also been reported that this would not be an unusual move from our Mayor, as she has struggled with a sever bout of gambling that nearly bankrupted her almost thirteen years ago. She was forced to resign from her prestigious medical appointment with Konoha's neurosurgeon department...'
"Hmm…" Their information was pretty much on target, but she hadn't siphoned the funds, though. That bit was incorrect. Nara had pointed out a few weeks ago that there was something being used through the Uzumaki servers to transfer the funds from the City accounts to an offshore account under her name. It had been a shock to her when they traced it back to Orochimaru, although she couldn't say she was entirely surprised. The man had been trying to take over the city for as long as she could remember.
What did amaze her was the complicated thinking that went behind the scheme, even dragging down her godson – Naruto. His father was the undeclared rival to the white-skinned corruptionist. That man just couldn't let go of the past, unwilling to release his grudge and stubbornly let it spread to another generation.
"He's dead, you old bitter snake," she spat out, as though her long lost friend was in the room listening. He could potentially be – she wouldn't put it past him to have her office bugged.
So far there was no mention of the funds travelling through Naruto's business. Luckily, he had agreed to play possum at her request, endangering not only his business, but his reputation. She'd make sure he was compensated somehow...
At least there was no mention of her drinking habits. She was sure they would link that to her gambling and the disappearing treasury. She was a recovered alcoholic... but once a drinker, you never leave the stigma behind. Always haunted by the need, the feel of release from drinking.
She'd kill right now for a large bottle of spiced sake.
How would Konoha citizens take on the truth that their hard working representative was nothing but a low life with a fancy title? Not well, she was sure.
She leaned back against her chair and neatly folded her arms behind her head before frowning. Orochimaru could be suspicious of their knowledge – he could know that they were on to him. So they were playing along, letting him think he had the upper hand. She was willing to let her good name slide in the mud, anything to capture this idiot in the throes of his own greed.
She flicked to another channel before shutting off the television. Pivoting in the chair, she looked outside her window from the office overlooking the city – the night was clear, silent, and showed no signs of the shit-storm that was about to land at her doorstep in a couple of hours.
Her thoughts were disturbed by the simple low ring of her cell. She dug it out of her right blazer pocket and hummed out a greeting.
"We're tracking their movements." The man on the other end of the line didn't waste a second - she could hear the click of computer keys.
"The news is already on this," she spat out, suddenly feeling helpless against this attack.
"We both knew it was going to happen sooner or later. They're leaking the information in a way that's forcing the media to dig deeper into your past."
She could almost see him shake his head, their unseen enemy was crafty.
"Best to stay low and roll with it, we need to catch 'em in the middle of this."
She hummed in agreement before hearing him add in: "Even with outsider help, and all that data he transferred to us, there are lots of maybes, but not enough Fuck Yeah's to nail him solid with all the slithering in the accounts."
It was true that Nara had provided a lot of valuable information that had given them the advantage – all thanks to the Hyuuga subordinate that hacked into the White Snake main frame of business. Her data downloads had nearly filled in all the gaps, but now they needed to catch them in the act, even if that meant playing bait and victim with the news media and destroying her career.
She was willing to do anything to prevent that mad man from taking office. Anything.
"Keep me updated, Yamato."
Her phone slid across the desk, the plastic item making an odd sound before coming to a full stop. She eyed the darkness again, gritting her teeth in frustration.
How much longer would she suffer under Orochimaru's wish to destroy everything from their past?
He wasn't there.
Inside her chaotic home Hinata frowned, wondering where he could have gone considering their conversation. She had made it clear that she needed to speak with him. She shouldn't really be surprised, to be honest; he wasn't one to comply with rules.
She spun on her heels after quickly assessing the mess in the living room. She could see the layout of the garden, but she couldn't quite picture what it would look like. She didn't have the head for it, she supposed, hence why she hired Rasengan Landscaping and didn't tackle the project on her own.
It wasn't long before she circled around to the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee. She sat at the island in the middle of the room and couldn't help but feel the weight of the silence that she once welcomed in her home. Naruto had disrupted her center, corrupted it to the point where she craved his chaos. She eyed the room from side to side and it dawned on her: she was more nervous than she anticipated. The more she analysed the situation, the more she grew doubtful she could go through with this conversation without an overflow of blood settling on her face.
Despite that, there were a few things that bothered her, besides her sudden increase in libido. Why did everyone assume that she wasn't ready? It almost seemed like they thought she was asexual, or something. Why couldn't they understand that it just hadn't been her first priority. To be specific, she just didn't really allow any opportunity to arise. She was a businesswoman. Relationships, at the time, were not something she wanted nor did she think about. She was far too busy… being busy.
She had been pursued before – in fact, many suitors had approached her, but she had refused them all. She excused her behaviour with work and perfectionism, but the reality of things was that she couldn't remember how to love during that dark period of time. Her past had been a complete mystery and she had no recollection of a positive love.
It didn't help that she'd had it drilled into her for years by her father that love was an inconvenience – a weakness! Little did she know it was only his grief and misguided attempt to protect her that skewed her ability to embrace love and its activities like a normal human being.
Now… here she was sitting at her kitchen island, contemplating sex with the help of a warm cup of coffee, debating the ways to broach the embarrassing subject with a man that was not only experienced in the activity, but had mentioned several times that he would go at her pace no matter what. It was irksome that he thought she was some sort of fragile Lily of the Valley and knew that he would most likely tease her if she outright said "Let's do it," and shoved him into bed.
'The potential humiliation and misunderstanding is statistically very high', she could almost hear her cousin Neji speak in his monotone matter-of-fact voice.
"Ugh." She left her mug on the island and quickly stepped towards her bedroom. She couldn't wait around any longer, she needed to change her ideas or she might just chicken out from all the self-analysing. She was feeling a little relieved that Naruto wasn't here, she couldn't find that branch of courage she felt earlier that day and it was eating at her.
A white piece of paper caught her attention as it fluttered off her door and landed on the floor. She reached for it and frowned, wondering what it was.
Sorry, Babe! Driving Shino back. His ride bailed out on him.
'Babe...?' She hummed as she tested the newest nickname inside her head. She squint her eyes and re-read the note; the chicken scratch was hard to make out.
She smiled at the odd little drawing next to the reason as to why he was not home – it looked like some strange attempt at his face. She could see the three whisker marks on each side of the strange circle and some strange spiky hair that reminded her of a cartoon.
She shook her head.
"Who's Shino?" she mumbled as she crumpled the piece of paper, her mind swirling with unwanted questions before she stepped into her room. She needed to get ready if she was going to make herself clear to the boy, even if it cost her dignity in the process.
TBC - R&R because we all know authors whore for them.
Chapter 13 is being beta'd as you read this! Oh mai! What a treat!
Cookies for those that caught on to The Family Guy reference.
Lady Bug info taken from Wiki, if it's wrong, bitch at Wiki.
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