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Chapter Thirteen
Rebel At Heart

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March 24, 2012

Twisting the lid from the palm sized container in hand, Hinata gave the cold, creamy contents a cursory sniff, hoping its overnight stay in her fridge hadn’t diluted the scent she’d worked so hard to engineer last night. Her eyes slid closed as she inhaled, a pleasant combination of earthy vetiver, an elusive hybrid woodsy-ish aroma and a subtle underlying of wintergreen filling her senses.
Perfect.
Her careful brewing and creative oil combining had paid off.
As soon as she got home from work yesterday, she’d changed into her dingy product mixing clothes and started working on the concoction, determined to have it perfected and ready by tomorrow afternoon. This was the first time she’d made salve specifically for a man, presenting a unique problem for her. The ones she made for herself were more in line with her strawberry-and-cream scented bath soap.
Feminine. Sweet. Girly.
Nothing most men would want to smell like.
Finding the right combination of scented oils for a more manly scent had been a bit tough.
Many of the oils and medicinal properties were strong in their own right, overshadowing the masculine aroma she’d had in mind. After two failures at the stove, she’d finally found the right balance that brought the smoky, woodsy aroma to the forefront of the medical cream.
Smiling triumphantly, she twisted the lid back on.
Now…
Now she had to actually give it to him…
Face heating, Hinata pressed the cheap, but sturdy metal container she’d bought from a nearby discount store to put his salve in, against her foolishly pound heart.
Honestly…
There was no reason for her to be so nervous, nor any justification for the butterflies fluttering in her belly.
She shook her head as though the action alone could scatter the anxious tickles, inhaling a calming breath when that didn’t work. She was being silly. All she was doing was giving him ointment, nothing overly grand or particularly meaningful on it’s surface.
And yet…
To her, this whole thing felt more significant than that…
Like she was stepping over some undefined line that would force her to stop and really acknowledge what was brewing inside her.
Something she couldn’t mask as simple curiosity of a unusual customer.
Standing in the middle of her little kitchen, she could admit the truth to herself.
Despite her stuttering protests to Kiba and the rest of the teasing Teuchi’s crew, Hinata was well aware of the fact that she was crushing on the scarred veteran, and while giving him a container of salve wasn’t exactly a confession letter, she did feel like they were crossing over into more personal territory with this exchange.
That this interaction would tighten another notch on the invisible teether connected between her and the blonde man, dragging her closer to the clutches of his tattooed hands.
She’d been skating the edges of his grasp since the moment he spoke to her.
Dancing out of reach of his blatant interest, keeping him at a distance with professionalism and politeness.
Getting involved with anyone right now wasn’t a good idea, considering the train wreck her life was.
Getting involved with him in particular was catastrophically bad idea.
The type of man he portrayed himself as…
Chest puffing confidence, blunt to a fault, commanding without a word exchanged and frighteningly unafraid to wade into her space with a twinkle in his eyes and a devastating smile on his lips; she was certain he’d turn her life upside if she let him, that she’d lose herself in the process and not care. That he’d take the excitement his piercing blue eyes brought to her belly, the sexual desire his magnetism coaxed from most sensitive parts of her body and crank it up beyond anything she dared to imagine. He was equal parts scary and attractive, vibrating with a wild intensity that drew her to him like a moth to flame.
He stoked a dormant fire inside of her she hadn’t known existed, ruthlessly forcing her to acknowledge that she was a woman, that she had wants and desires…
That he was a man, with wants and desire that included her.
Squirming, Hinata cupped the heated softness of her cheeks, ears burning as a familiar tingling warmth bloomed at the apex of her thighs. She sucked in another stabilizing breath, grimacing as her expanding chest moved the rough cloth of her shirt ever so slightly across her hardened nipples
There was no denying Naruto Uzumaki made her a little…hot and bothered.
That his deep raspy voice and bold personality left her usually racing, worry laden mind foggy and floaty.
Flustered, Hinata turned in search of her bag, finding it on her small kitchen counter behind her. Stuffing the salve inside a side pocket, the nineteen-year-old shut the fridge with her hip then carted her bag into the living room and sat it on her dingy, secondhand, cream colored couch the previous tenant left behind. Taking a breath, she pressed cold hands to her warm cheeks as she made her way to the bathroom for last minute grooming.
Her eyes caught and held on her reflection the moment she stepped in.
The young woman staring back at her one she barely recognized.
There was a smoldering hunger in this woman’s moonstone eyes, an expression of carnal longing beneath the bright flush of her skin. Turning on the tap, she splashed her face with water, sighing as its brisk chill cooled her cherry colored flesh.
There were so many reasons not to get involved with Naruto Uzumaki.
Reason that had nothing to do with the man himself.
Not to mention, he was a good deal older than her, just two years shy of an entire decade of life lived before she was ever born. Unfortunately for her, their age gap was the exact opposite of a deterrent to her. Strange considering she’d never been attracted to an older man before, as in more than two-years older than her type of older man, but she now understood Ino’s enthusiastic appreciation for ‘hot older guys’
There was something titillating about it.
Naughty and forbidden even, especially when taking into account his rough, ‘bad boy’ persona.
Tattoos, cocky swagger, filthy mouth without a filter…
Certainly not someone her parents would have approved of. They’d never let her be anywhere near a man, let alone this one.
Father would drag her away by the ear and escort her personally to the Repentance Room.
And mother…
Mother would…
She swallowed, a chill that had nothing to do with the water cooling on her face creeping across her skin.
Memories of the past cut through her ardor like a knife, whisking her back to a time where the weight of expectations and traditions had weighed heavy on her slender shoulders, a time where every hour, every minute, every second of her life was micromanaged and dictated by someone else.
Had either of her parent any idea of what her life consisted of now, Hinata had no doubt they’d never let her see the light of day again…
But..
They weren’t here to dictate her choices. Or punish her for them.
She was free to wait tables for new and exciting people.
Free to laugh because she wanted to and have it be real.
Free to experience life in her own skin, rather than through the hushed whispers of others.
She got to pick and choose her friends.
She got to pick and choose her clothes.
She got to pick and choose when to eat, when to sleep, when to speak.
These choices were hers, no one elses.
Staring at the flushed, water splattered woman in the mirror, Hinata sifted through the fear and heartache melding in her eyes, clinging instead to the small flame of rebellion gleaming within. The same hair brained rebellion that had galvanized her escape, and driven her to a minuscule pocket of freedom halfway across the globe.
-
An hour later, Hinata descended the steps of public transportation feeling a bit more centered in herself, hopelessly nervous but capable of facing her day and all that it entailed as she headed towards Teuchi’s.
Nothing would disrupt her focus.
Or so she thought.
With a hand on the door, a commotion stopped her mid pull. She turned just in time to see a dark haired man running from the bar across the street, clutching his hand to his chest as he stumbled through a group of grouchy, roughshod old men headed into the same seedy building. The old men shoved and shouted at his hunched frame, sending him stumbling further down the sidewalk.
Concerned, she watched as the man disappeared around the corner in the direction of the parking lot Tori Tori shared with other businesses along the long outward facing strip of the plaza, silently hoping that scene wasn’t some sort of bad omen.
When nothing else came of the incident, Hinata pulled the door open and walked inside.
She glanced around as she wander to the kitchen, waving and smiling at those she knew, subtly searching the sea of face for one scarred visage in particular, heart pounding so hard she felt the echo down to her toes. Seemed as though it was going to be a lighter traffic flow today from what she could glean, her section was barely half capacity.
One customer in particular, she noticed, wasn’t here yet.
His absence was like a tranquilizer to her wildly beating pulse.
Calming in light of this reprieve, Hinata breezed through the kitchen, careful to keep her head down as she waved a quick “good afternoon,” at Tenten scrubbing pots at the sink and Kiba dropping off order tickets at the pick up window. Swiping an apron as she moved.
Hinata made her way to the break room lockers, exhaling when nobody followed.
Safe, at least for a little while.
Maybe she could get through the first part of her shift without anybody noticing.
She resisted the urge to touch her lips, shoulders bunching to her ears as she passed the tiny droning break-room television.
‘-congressman and father of three remains an open missing persons case, but the investigation into his conduct while in office remains ongoing. This week, federal investigators have uncovered damning new evidence that the councilman engaged in criminal activity nationally and internationally that may have led to his current disappearance.”
Unlocking her beat up locker, Hinata shoved her bag inside, then reached in to snag the salve, stuffing the container into the deep pocket of her apron before pressing the metal box shut and fastening the lock.
‘…not yet confirmed, there is evidence to suggest Councilman Hiruzen may have been a key player in the recently dismantled sex trafficking ring run by a criminal organization stationed in Iwa, and been accepting bribes from local gangs, shady business leaders and foreign special interest groups. His wife has vehemently denied these accusations on his behalf, stating her husband would never…’
Sweeping her hair into her customary work ponytail, Hinata headed back out to the floor, officially ready to take on her day.
Retracing her steps, she pushed open the door of the meal prepping room, letting out a rush of humidity and succulent scents. One moment she was standing in the kitchen doorway, next thing she knew, Kiba’s soft palm cupped her chin, his manicured tipped fingers gripping her jaw tight enough to push her lips together like a fish as he lifted her face to his dark narrowed eyes.
“Keybuh-kuh?” she mumbled through her smushed mouth, a questioning inflection woven into her garbled uttering of his name.
Rather than explaining, her friend shouted over his shoulder, “Tenten, come here!”
Confused, Tenten dropped the bowls she’d been washing back into the sudsy water and wandered over, wiping her hands on her apron as she moved.
“Exhibit A,” Kiba preened with grave triumph, gently turning Hinata’s head and presenting her face to the double-bun-haired waitress, “check the shine.”
Eyes squinting comically, Tenten’s narrowed gaze immediately found the source of Kiba’s excitement, “shut up!!!”
Hinata flinched as the screech rebounded around the kitchen.
Looking like a sly cat up to something truly devious, Tenten wagged her brows, lips pursed dramatically as she teased, “is that lip gloss you have on you lips Miss. Idon’tIHaceTimeForAManAndDefinitelyNotTattoedHottiesLikeMr.MoneyBags?!”
Hinata blinked, her brain slowly dissecting the chain of words. Bright crimson radiated up her neck, crawled up her chin and exploded across her face.
She reared back, dislodging Kiba’s fingers as she sputtered out, “I-I-I- uh, t-t-this isn’t f-for-”
“Honey, I was born at night, but not last night!” Kiba dismissed, smiling ear to ear, “save it! You cannot bullshit a bullshitter babes. I am the queen of bullshit! You’ve never worn a stitch of make-up since you started working here, not casually and certainly not while getting wooed by a big buff muscly hunk of man with pockets deeper than the ocean floor!”
Mouth flapping like a fish, Hinata searched desperately for an excuse, came up empty and settled on deflection, “I-I’m not b-being woo-”
“We all know that man is after you,” Tenten snorted, “he couldn’t be more obvious if he stood in the middle of the dinning floor and announced it through a megaphone.”
Hinata shook her head, tapping her fingers together across her chest, staring at them as though the motion was the most interesting thing in the world, as muttered a second, but much more threadbare, denial, “h-he might just be a harmless f-flirt, y-you don’t know if he’s interested-”
“He’s interested!” both Kiba and Tenten declared in unison.
Fumbling with a lock of hair, Hinata mumbled, “I-I’m probably not his type-”
“Oh please,” Kiba snorted, throwing an arm around her haunched shoulders, as he leaned in to whisper, quite loudly, “hate to be the one to break it to ya, sweetheart, but you’re actually really fuckin hot. Only woman I ever met to give my gay ass a little tingle downstairs.”
“Kiba-kun!” she sputtered, leaning away to better see his deviously grinning face.
“Swear to God, if I swung both ways, I’d be all over ya,” he teased, wagging his brows.
“Kiba-kun!” she sputtered again, fighting laughter even as the echoes of her prudish upbringing hunched her shoulders even higher.
Goodness but Kiba was too much some times!
Definitely giving Ino a run for her money for the title of the most outrageous friend she had.
Blushing harder than she had in her little kitchen earlier, Hinata dropped her steaming face in her much cooler hands.
This was her own fault though, she didn’t know what she’d been thinking.
A moment of madness was surely responsible for her last minute lip gloss application.
Had she done it in hopes her veteran would notice?
Absolutely.
Her mind and body were moving in two different directions.
Sensible Hinata was resolved to keep her interactions with the ex-solder professional and distant.
Hot pants Hinata was looking for an excuse to do the exact opposite.
While her internal battle of attempting to do the right thing while wanting to do the wrong in a hypothetical situation in which this tall, mature, financially accomplished veteran asked her, a lowly waitress living below the poverty line, out on a date, (which might just be a tad bit conceited on her part to think he would), was a real, tangible part of why she’d colored her lips today, however, what really set her off was the memories this morning’s introspection brought to the surface; those painful, frustrating, hurtful recollections that always prodded and instigated that little nugget of defiance that lived in her heart.
That quiet, steel laden hardheadedness not even her mother’s piercing stare could diminish.
Painting her lips, doing so with the though of gaining the admiration of a man her parents would disapprove of it, was an act of defiance she hadn’t been able to resist.
A physical act to reinforce that she was free.
Now, reality was crashing over her head like a bucket of cold water, and all the hype of earlier was rapidly deflating.
Now, she felt like a child.
A foolish teenager still letting her parent’s suffocating expectations goad her into silly demonstrations of rebellion.
“I-I should go wipe this off,” she mumbled, “h-he might think-”
“That you shined those lush DSL up as an invitation to suck face?” Tenten filled in, hands on hips, “hell yeah he will. Which wouldn’t be a lie. Honestly, Hinata, you’re clearly into this dude.”
“I-”
“Don’t deny it. You’ve never been this flustered around any man before, you barely even notice when most guys flirt with you.”
“Poor Bakuto,” Kiba hummed beside her, shaking her head.
Hinata blinked at her, turning over the implications of that bit of information before whipping back to Tenten as she continued on, “we can read you like a book girlfriend, you absolutely want to get in his pants, even if you won’t actually admit it.”
If there truly was a higher power, she prayed they’d have mercy and strike her down now.
Short-circuiting after that smackdown of truth, Hinata could only force out a babbling, “I-I-I-”
“Oh shush,” Ayame joined in, carrying an oversized pot of refrigerated broth as she weaved between the gossiping group, “you definitely want in his pants,” she concluded, setting her burden on the stove and flipping the dial until a fire lit beneath it, humming a bit wistfully, “not that I blame you, guy like that must be an animal in the sack.”
“Mmhmm,” the gossip twins agreed, nodding their head sagely.
“They’d probably be a match made in heaven,” Tenten continued, “I hear its always the quiet ones that morph into freaks between the sheets.”
Hinata dropped her face back into her palms.
“And this little lady’s so shy and sweet,” Ayame chimed in, grasping Hinata’s shoulders in hand as she teased, “the epitome of the outward ‘good girl’. Mark my words, one night with that big hunk of man and she’ll have him begging for mercy by the time she’d done.”
A round of giggles and cat-calling erupted, coaxing Hinata’s beet colored face from her hands.
Plopping both fist to her hips, Hinata gave the group at large her most chastising glare, treating the entire room to puffy-cheek-displeasure at their ongoing teasing.
“Alright, alright, her cheeks are starting to get all puffy, let’s give her a break before she spontaneously combusts,” Kiba conceded laughingly before sobering, “listen Hinata, we’re only teasing because we really want you to see you enjoy your life for once. We watch you break your back in this godforsaken shit-hole, no offense boss-lady,” Kiba tossed to Ayame who merely shrugged and continued stirring, “damn near twelve hours a day, seven days a week if Ayame doesn’t stop you. All you have time for in your life is work, stress and more work, and I get it, we’re all in the same crappy boat going nowhere.”
Touched but disagreeing with one part in particular, Hinata opened her mouth.
“We know, we know,” Tenten injected before she could speak, “life will get better for us one day, we shouldn’t dwell on the negatives but work to create positives, and we love you to death for always being so supportive and adorably optimistic, but reality is, we’re not exactly living our ideal lives.”
Hinata’s heart ached as shadows dimmed the mirth in Tenten’s eyes, every burden she carried every second of the day laid bare for all to see.
Three children without fathers, two of which belonged to her drugged out brother, one of which, her own child, struggled with a long-term illness that generated expensive medical bills every month.
Family that couldn’t help, family that refused to help.
Tenten struggled to keep herself and those she cared for afloat every single day.
“Ain’t that the truth.” Kiba muttered, rubbing tension from his neck, his own demons poking through his cheerful, carefree facade.
Kiba was six months sober, and he felt every one of those one-hundred-and-eighty days.
Without his alcoholic crutch, her friend was struggling to come to terms with past trauma of a mother that abandoned him before he was able to crawl, foster parents that beat him unmercifully and a life that seemed to only spiral downward as he grew older; he was learning to make peace with the bad decisions he’d made because of those hardships and the new traumas he’d put himself through bouncing from one abusive boyfriend to another years after.
He’d hit rock bottom and was slowly working his way back up, but…
It was a very steep climb for him.
“We’re all one shitty tip day away from being out on our asses and back crawling around the gutters in this shitty city,” Kiba muttered, his voice solid but eyes burning with emotion, “we’re all a team here, and when one of us gets a chance at a little bit of happy, well, we wanna make sure they get it.”
“Even if the person in question is foolishly determined to pretend they don’t want it,” Tenten huffed, spearing Hinata with chastising but compassionate gaze, “or think they don’t deserve it.”
That one hit home for Hinata.
Even without the present danger of her life, deep down, she wasn’t sure she deserved anything good in her life.
“Alright, cut it out you guys, or we’ll all start blubbering,” Ayame murmured, her sullen expression painful to witness.
While she was the daughter of a fairly popular restaurant owner, Ayame and her father hadn’t always had a thriving business. They’d been homeless more than once and had seen their fair share of the horror that was Konoha’s forgotten communities. Scarred from whatever nightmares she’d lived through, the young woman was deathly afraid of going back to that life, and it showed especially in the mini panic attacks she had when the business side of Teuchi’s started to get dicey.
“We’ve all got our burdens and sad stories,” Tenten digressed, “but that makes situations like this all the more important. We have to grab happiness where we can find it, otherwise, what’s the point of living if all we have to look forward to is work, bills and bullshit day after day.”
“Right!” Kiba chirped, abruptly coming back to life, “any opportunity to make life suck a little less, ya gotta grab it by the balls, babes!”
Hinata snorted a laugh, shaking her head, gladdened her friend wasn’t going to let his earlier funk eclipse his mood. Poor Kiba-kun was prone to bouts of depression; sometimes they snuck up on him out of nowhere, other times they gripped him by the throat when he wasn’t on guard against the memories of his painful past, and the bar across the street became a really big temptation.
“Besides, this is the most fun we’ve had in a while,” Kiba declared, slinging an arm over her shoulder for a one armed hug, rubbing their cheeks together, “don’t be a party pooper. Let us turn you into a man eater.”
Giggling, Hinata wrapped her arms around his slim waist, “unfortunately I don’t think I have the um, skills to become a…man eater, Kiba-kun. You all will just have to make due with boring old me.”
Sighing dramatically, Kiba gave in gracefully with false exasperation, “if we must, I suppose we’ll make due. Seriously though, just enjoy the attention of a rich, attractive man for a bit. You never know, maybe this guy will turn out to be your Prince Charming.”
“Sweeping you off your feet into a life luxury,” Tenten chimed in dreamily.
“Paying all your bills and telling your debt collectors to go to hell,” Ayame hummed wistfully.
“Having hot freaky sex when the sun goes down,” Tenten boasted, hands to her heated cheeks as she squirm-danced in place like an earthworm.
“As if a man like him would let sunlight stop him,” Ayame snorted, wagging her brows.
Pudgy cheeks Hinata made a return appearance at the renewed ribbing.
“You two better cut out all the teasing or next time we need an extra hand in the middle of the next spring break from hell, she’ll stay home and make us fend for ourselves,” Kiba warned laughingly.
“I’ll leave you all high and dry for a whole shift,” Hinata jokingly threatened, hands fisted on her hips.
Pressing her lips flat together, Ayame made a zipping motion with her fingers from the left corner of her mouth to the right.
Hinata couldn’t help but laugh.
“Oh yeah, I forgot to ask,” Tenten said, moving over to squint at her face, “what’s got you to gloss up today?”
Back to blushing, Hinata bumped her fingers together but kept her silence.
“You popped the gloss now spill,” Tenten prodded, poking Hinata’s puffed cheek with a water-pruned hand, “clearly something’s going on in that prudish head of yours.”
With a resigned sigh, Hinata explained, leaving out many critical details of the memories she’d contended with that morning, and her foolish desire to stick it to her parents even if they weren’t around to see her do it.
As suspected, the group was all for her spontaneous desire to appear more attractive.
To feel like she had some control over her life.
They were certain she’d made the right choice.
Hinata wasn’t sure about that but…she left the lip gloss on.
-
Hinata spent the next half hour worrying and waitressing, her body on autopilot, her mind running a mile a minute down a never ending list list of pros and cons to not wiping her lips clean. It wasn’t until she was carting back a stack of dirty dishes that her ruminations came to a screeching halt.
“Yo, Hinata,” Ayame called out at the stove, staring through the open cutout of the half-wall separating the dinning room and kitchen as she plated a bowl of noodles, “your boyfriend just walked in.”
Nearly toppling the dirty dishes in hand, Hinata ground to an abrupt halt as the casual announcement blistered her ears. The dishes rattled as the flustered woman pivoted to her manager/head cook, pale eyes wide, face neon red, lip gloss glistening lips bobbing like a fish.
“Tell him you’re free this weekend when asks,” Ayame said with a week, pointing at two days on the schedule hanging on the wall that were suddenly missing her name.
“I’ll take those,” Tenten giggled, grabbing the filthy stack from the stunned woman and carting it to the sink, throwing cheekily over her shoulder, “go get him, tiger.”
Head shifting to Tenten, Hinata fish mouthed to Tenten’s retreating form.
‘Go get him, tiger’ echoing in her burning ears.
“He’s here!” Kiba trilled as he swept into the kitchen, buzzing with matchmaker energy as he hurried over to his shell shocked friend, “come on, sweetums, don’t keep him waiting. Chin up,” he bustled, lifting her chin and finally closing her bobbing mouth before straightening her shoulders with fluttering hands, “shoulders back so these beauties sit high and pretty,” he continued, gesturing to the heavy weight of her breasts, “there we go, confidence, babe. You got the stuff, ya just gotta strut it!”
Hinata wondered if she’d chip a tooth on the tiled floor beneath her if she gave into the overwhelming urge to faint dead away.
“Ready?” Kiba asked.
“N-no,” she blurted.
“Good, go get em’ girl!” he enthused as though she hadn’t heard her, then spun her towards the kitchen exit and gave her shove through.
Every worry she’d stewed on today returned full force.
Giving a poor quality gift to a really hot guy was bad enough, but were there so many other factors surrounding it.
What if he didn’t like the scent she’d worked so hard to create?
What if he laughed at the cheapness of the container she’d used part of a store rewards discount to buy?
What if-
She saw him immediately as she threw a glance at her section.
Their eyes locked and held as she crossed the mostly empty diner, his piercing sapphire gaze wiping her mind clean of everything but the booming thump of her pounding heart; the friendly, half grin on his handsome lips doing funny things to her insides.
His gaze dipped as she neared his booth, catching and holding on her mouth for breathless seconds.
She didn’t need to guess if he’d noticed her lip gloss…
…or if he liked it.
The look he gave her…
Her breath hitched as their eyes fused once more.
His easy going smile had vanished, seared away by a new, hyper-fixated intensity that turned his blue eyes stormy and drew a responding ache low in her belly.
Lord above, what was it about this man that brought her body to life so swiftly and completely?
What black magic did he weave to stir her with nothing but a scorching look?
“U-Uzumaki-san,” she greeted, unable to control the slight breathlessness of her voice as she struggled to climb into the role of friendly, professional waitress, “welcome back to Teuchi’s, I-I hope you’ve been having a good afternoon.”
“Wouldn’t say its been all that good,” he replied, sliding forward in his booth, elbows on the table as his gaze dipped to her mouth again, “it’s sure as shit lookin’ up now.”
There was no other way to take that, no way to spin that into some benign comment from a friendly patron.
Blushing brighter than a stop sign, Hinata scrambled for something to say, hands fumbling for a laminated menu she hadn’t had a chance to grab in the midst of Kiba’s enthusiastic caroling out of the kitchen when the veteran arrived.
Crap…
Empty handed and fighting nerves, she reached for the salve in her apron.
She hadn’t planned on presenting her crummy gift until after he’d finished his meal, at least if he was on his way out, she wouldn’t have to face him again for the rest of the day if he hated it.
Now…
Now she’d have to keep coming back to face whatever scorn he’d surely throw her way.
“W-well I’m happy to heart it’s um… looking b-beter now…Um, I m-made your salve last night…” she told him, digging the container out, cringing at both her stuttering and the dinginess of the container beneath the bright florescent lights of the diner, “i-it’s nothing special of course, and i-if you don’t want it, I understand, you could probably buy a whole-”
“You’re shitin’ all over it before you even show me,” he chuckled, “you always this hyper critical about shit?”
A nervous giggle left her throat as she turned the container in circles between her nervous fingers, “n-no, it’s just…”
“Just what?”
Just…him…
He leaned in closer to her, his unblinking eyes trapping hers as his deep, raspy voice rumbled out, “I make you nervous?”
In so many ways.
She swallowed, wanting to deny it, but her suddenly dry mouth refuse to form the words.
He smiled at her as the silence stretched.
Slow and deliberate. His scarred cheeks bunching, pearly whites gleaming.
If ever she felt like a mouse in the paws of a lion, it was now…
“You shouldn’t be,” he told her, his teasing tone piercing the tension vibrating between them, “I’m not as big of an asshole as you’re imagining.”
Startled from her trance, Hinata sputtered, “n-no, I don’t think you’re an…,” she paused, searching for a substitute for the word her manners refused to let pass her lips, finishing lamely, “…e-excrement hole…”
At long last, he blinked.
His new stare stoically blank before he burst into belly deep laughter that drew every eye of Teuchi’s.
Despite her overwhelming urge to crawl into a hole, Hinata thought he had nice laugh.
As his mirth dimmed, his cerulean eyes swept her, head to toe and back again, that glittering intensity from earlier returning with a vengeance, “since you don’t think I’m a excrement hole, show me the salve you made.”
Face bright enough to see from space, Hinata handed him the container.
No reason to delay.
She’d already made a bigger fool of her self than even she had predicted. How much worse could things gets?
The container looked comically small in his big, inked hands. Definitely lacking beside his gleaming watch. Tough he was dressed more casually today in dark pants, and a black, three-quarter-sleeve button down open midway to his abdomen to reveal a bright orange shirt. The material were far from Dollar Store quality.
He opened it with a quick twist, then brought it closer for curious inspection.
“T-That was third batch I made,” she informed him unnecessarily as he took a whiff, her nervous attempt at ensuring him she’d worked hard despite how crummy the salve looked cringey to her own ears, “t-this was the best of the batch.”
“The other ones you made were for me too?” he asked, baby blues shooting to her.
“Um, initially, but they didn’t come out the way I wanted,” she explained, “I’ll probably just give them to my co-workers-”
“Bring em’ to me, I’ll take em’. You made them for me, not your co-workers,” he stated, smiling brightly though an undercurrent of firmness laced his words, same as it had when he refused to lower his tip amount the other day, “don’t care what they smell like. They’re mine.”
“Oh…alright,” she murmured, flustered and a bit flattered that he still wanted her failed products, “I can um, bring them to you next time.”
“Mind doing the honors?” he asked, raising his hands and presenting his bruised knuckles to her, “hard to put the cream on em’ when they’re stiff and sore.”
That would be…
Really inappropriate, especially at work, and the idea of touching him made her feel…
She took the salve despite her better judgment, swallowing as he held his right hand out for her first.
Hinata knew she was making a mistake…
That she was letting hot pants Hinata lead her astray.
And yet, she reached for him, cupping his palm in her smaller one, setting off a chain reaction as his tanned skin touched hers.
She felt it, immediately, pulsing between them.
Simmering awareness…Thrumming tension…Blazing heat.
A live-wire that buzzed from his tatted hand and ran the length of her entire body, leaving a trail of sparks in their wake.
Her hand trembled. She knew he could feel it, but didn’t say word.
That made it worse.
Left her no distraction from the pounding of her heart, or the weighty pressure quietly pooling in her erogenous zones.
She fought the images her brain created of his big hands on those tingling areas of her body.
How the rough inner texture of his hands would feel against her nipples.
She exhaled silently, applying the cream as her insides teetered into full meltdown.
He watched her as she coated his fingers carefully, his burning eyes searing clean through the naked heart of her. Commanding her attention despite the fact that her own eyes were fused to her working hands as though her very life depended on keeping them in sight.
“So how long we gonna play cat n’ mouse?” he rumbled, untangling his hand from hers only to capture it in his own a beat later.
She blinked, completely lost until her scattered thoughts caught up with his words.
“It's obvious I'm feeling you and,” his eyes bored into hers as he slid a roughened thumb across the soft skin of her hand, “that shine on your lips says you're feeling me, so what are we beating around the bush for?”
He paused, giving her chance to deny it.
She couldn't.
…she didn’t want to…
“Why don't we get to know each other off the clock, ‘ttebayo,” he crooned.
She felt the deep rasp of voice in her tummy.
Intense…
She’d never met anyone in her life that embodied the term.
His ringing phone broke the spell. Tapping at the insulating bubble around them, reminding her that she was in a diner surrounded by strangers.
Naruto had no such wake-up call, perfectly at ease publicly holding her hand.
She blushed even harder under the sudden awareness of their surrounds.
“Y-your phone’s ringing,” she whispered, as though he hadn’t heard it, couldn’t feel it vibrating in his pocket.
“Got voicemail for a reason, sweetheart,” he rumbled quietly, tracing a slow circle on the inside of her wrist with the rough pad of his thumb.
Her stomach clenched, that ache down below growing.
“Go out with me,” he coaxed, as his phone fell silent.
‘I’m sorry, you seem like a nice man, but, I’m not looking for a relationship,’ is what she wanted to say.
What she needed to say for his sake and hers.
“O-Okay,” is what she actually said.
xxxxxx
Naruto has officially secured a date with Hinata Hyuuga. Will he fuck it up and frighten his pretty cinnabunny away? Or will Hinata fall head over heels for his facade of sanity? Or perhaps some obscure third option even I couldn’t foresee :O! Tune in next time to find out :P
Hope you all enjoyed the chapter! I really had fun writing the Teuchi crew and Tenten is really growing on me, lol. Usually I’m indifferent to her, but I wanted to try and make myself like her more.
Anyway, that’s all for now. If you liked the chapter, please review! Thanks for reading!
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