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Chapter Fourteen
The Waiting Game

༒༻𝕹𝖆𝖗𝖚𝖙𝖔༺༒

March 24, 2012

She was avoiding him now, pretending the small surge of people currently funneling into Teuchi’s needed more attention than they actually did, stopping at his table only long enough to blush and ask if he needed anything else. Naruto was buzzing too fuckin hard to find it anything but fuckin adorable. Like a frightened bunny that just escaped the jaws of a predator by an inch of its fluffy little tail now wandering around in a pitiful daze after its near death experience, tiptoeing around the still present danger yet too afraid to run for fear of setting off the beast again.
She had good instincts, he’d give her that.
Probably sensing, on some level, that he was keyed up from their interaction and liable to move the timeline of their ‘date’ to here and now.
That was his mistake.
He hadn’t factored in the rush he’d get when she gave into him, or how fucking sexy it was to watch her cave and agree to be his.
The fact that she resisted at all only added fuel to the fire.
His cock ached within its current purgatory between hard and soft, trending toward turgid hardness every time he replayed her brief moment of internal conflict.
Pearly white teeth worrying her bottom lip, eyes darting to the side as her cheeks flushed, Naruto found himself obscenely fascinated with her silent battle, feasting on her emotions as they shifted her soft, pixie features into a range of emotion driven expressions he could only identify thanks to Old Man Crippled’s mostly successful short class on psychophysiology designed to help him piece together nonverbal information expressed through emotions he himself rarely if ever experienced.
Naruto would argue he didn’t need a minute of that training to read Hinata.
She was as clear as glass to him.
Every thought she believed private was shouted over a megaphone.
Every physical twitch of distress was enlarged beneath a magnifying glass.
Every potently addicting angelic attribute that made up her personality cataloged for his convenience.
Quite a few of which were his personal favorites to view.
Erotic sweetness, slutty honesty, pornographic sincerity, it was all splayed across her pretty face for him to glut himself on.
Watching her struggle to turn him down today had felt new and exciting.
Like discovering some filthy, exotic sex act he’d never heard of, and for a guy that had seen it all and done it all, experiencing something new was like rediscovering the euphoric rush of snorting premium quality coke, buzzin’ on molly, head lulled back with some bitch’s lips wrapped around his dick, sucking like there was a Dyson vacuum at the back of her throat all over again.
Naruto was just as high right now, acutely aroused by the moral conflict she’d left naked and exposed right in front of him.
Denying one’s own desire was taboo in the world of Naruto.
There was no logic in it to his mind.
Want something, why the fuck wouldn’t you just take it and fuck everything else?
Naruto didn’t resist anything he wanted, he fought, connived and schemed to possess any object of his desire, no matter who had to pay the price tag for his selfish avarice.
Hell, he’d go to war over a stick of gum if it came down to it.
Yes, he was that level of petty.
Which was why he found her resistance, the exact opposite to him, sexy as fuck.
That and his constant urge to stick his dick in her of course.
It wasn’t that he’d never seen some misguided soul struggle with their moral compass, Hinata was a special case to him, and he couldn’t help but fantasize about getting her to cave to him again, to raise the stakes of the choices and coax her to forsake right and wrong to accommodate his greed.
He wanted to watch her big beautiful eyes twinkle with weariness and uncertainty, to watch her nibble her bottom lip while her mouth attempted and failed to turn him down.
He wanted to watch her cave to him again and again and again.
And he wanted to watch her do right fuckin now.
The ache in his loins deepened.
Naruto wasn’t a good man, never had been, never wanted to be, nor was he a patient man, never had been, never would be and those two parts of his makeup were even more potent around this woman. He was hyper aware of the rope and duct tape in his SUV, the width of his trunk compared to her petite little frame and how cute she’d look inside it, estimating the number of steps from Teuchi’s to his trunk if he pulled up round back.
She wouldn’t fight him much, he was sure.
Part of her, a big part of her, was waiting for him to carry her off.
Accepting a date with him despite her lewd internal conflict was cold hard proof she wanted to be his.
His cock filled all over again, blues eyes tracking his soon-to -be wife with the motionless intensity of a stalking predator.
The source of his lust was strutting across the restaurant carting a tray of food with fluid ease.
He reached down beneath the table, adjusting the heavy weight of his dick trapped in a cinch of his pants, unable to resist indulging a squeeze as his woman leaned towards the table to set orders in front of smiling diners, bending at the waist until her dress pulled taunt at her backside, her side profile drawing him a perfect outline of just how round her plump little ass was, just in case he’d forgotten how delectably bite-able her juicy, pert little-
He squeezed again, exhaling pleasure.
Yeah…
Definitely in her best interest to keep her distance right now.
Much as he was tempted to escort her to her new home via rope, gag and his luxuriously spacious trunk, he still had romancing to do.
Getting too impatient would fuck up his carefully laid trap and ruin the codependent cage he was cultivating for his vulnerable little bunny, and if there was one thing Naruto hated, it was taking the cheap route to an unsatisfying conclusion to a hunt near and dear to his heart.
And this one was really fuckin dear to his heart.
So, he watched her from his booth instead.
Savoring his ramen as he savored her lush form bouncing from one corner of the diner to the other, grinning and winking shameless at her whenever her not-so-secret-peeks in his direction ‘accidentally’ connected their eyes. Even with his dick hard enough to hammer nails, he was momentarily content to enjoy the view and bask in the lingering rush thrumming through his veins.
The only thing slowly blowing his high was the slow drag of time.
Saturday afternoon felt like it was purposely taking fuckin forever just because it knew he had a date with her that day.
He glared down at his watch as Hinata canted back to the kitchen serving window to grab another order.
Twenty-four fuckin hours, forty-two minutes and fifteen seconds and counting.
Waiting had never been his strong suit, he was impatient, impulsive, and hot-headed by nature, a relentless, tireless go-getter by trade, and having to wait for something he wanted so fuckin bad he could taste it was like marinating in the second to last ring of his own personal hell, one step above the lowest hell ring in which he didn’t get what he wanted.
A fate truly worse than death.
He’d never hated the amount of hours that made up a single day in his life, nor could he ever recall wanting to strangle whoever the fuck decided there needed to be twenty-four of them, but, here he fuckin was. Imagining himself stringing up some faceless father time dickhead and breaking a bone for every irritating tick of the minute hand on the clock, taking a sturdy pair of pliers and ripping fingernails and teeth out for every click of the hour hand.
His jaw tightened despite himself.
He slipped his Rolex off then pocketed the expensive band.
Probably just his agitated mind but he could swear he felt every slow ass tick of time against his wrist and it was really starting to piss him off.
If he left it on another minute he’d end up needing another fuckin watch.
Wouldn’t be the first time his temper broke something expensive and fragile, and not just inanimate objects either.
His phone rang as his wife-to-be scuttled into the kitchen.
Digging out the vibrating irritant of his business line, Naruto hit the green button, put it to his ear, growling out an unfriendly, “What?”
Brick’s voice, calm and unfazed filled his ear, his words spoken in the old world, guttural language of Takigakure, “I went to one of your rental properties and the back door was unlocked.”
Naruto frowned, rearranging the encrypted sentence in his head, restructuring the unique grammatical structure in which the words were placed, quickly piecing together the hidden significance behind Brick’s seemingly innocuous statement.
‘Factory took a hit.’
Annoyance intensifying, Naruto switched to the same harsh sounding language, keeping his voice low as he asked his own encrypted question, “was the door open?” Police?
“No.”
Thank fuck for that, at the very least he wasn’t looking at a legal headache, he’d had more than enough of those the last year and a half.
That left two possible culprits, a rival cartel or home grown domestic conflict.
“Which property was it?” Naruto muttered, bringing noodle laden chopsticks to his mouth. Which factory?
“The one by the forest,” Brick said, “where the lake is.” Uzushio.
Fuck.
Naruto’s frown deepened as he chewed.
Uzushio was just like Redaku Koku, so goddamn remote they still communicated through radio.
A shitty, hole in the ground country where toilet paper was still a new, crazy invention, a piss poor island he traced his own roots back to on his mother’s side.
A place he wouldn’t step foot in voluntarily if it wasn’t the location where a sizable amount of his coca plants were farmed, processed and package for shipment. Uzushio was an ideal habitat for cocaine production; the labor was cheap, the laws lax and the governmental power structures more rotten than a banana ten years past its prime. The industrial world had no pull there, and the people were desperate enough, vulnerable enough to cling to Nukenin for protection, basic necessities, modern comforts found nowhere on the island, outdated firearms, and an extremely paltry cut of the proceeds his operation raked in.
Paradise for a drug cartel.
Unfortunately, Uzushio was also a civil war torn hellhole that was prone to uprisings of local rag tag gangs looking to encroach on his offshore claim to the coca plants and cheap labor.
“You lock it back?” Naruto followed up, tracking his wife-to-be from the kitchen to table ten carrying a pitcher of tea. ‘Did Mito secure the factory?’
“I did, but a few of the forest rodents got in and caused some damage,” Brick replied gravely, “nothing too extensive, mostly cosmetic but you might want to come down and take a look.” ‘Mito locked it down but sustained damage, you may need to fly down to the island and make some adjustments.’
His jaw tightened.
If it wasn’t one goddamn thing it was another.
“I’m tied up right now, ‘ttebayo,” Naruto growled, resisting the urge to snap his chopsticks in half inside his slowly tightening grip around them, “how fuckin bad is it?” ‘I got important shit going on right now, can it fuckin wait?’
If Mito thought he was going to fly down there to deal with Uzushio bullshit because she was too fuckin incompetent to do it and miss his goddamn date with his woman, she had another thing fucking coming. He put her in charge specifically because she claimed she could handle this shit. A native born Uzushio citizen, he’d found the older woman running her own pathetic, but surprisingly effective little band of criminals nearly five years ago, cutting a deal with them to oversee the production of his snow harvesting and packing in exchange for a cut of the profit, weapons and a few other amenities from the industrial world.
Naruto was holding up his end of the negotiations, and he’d break Mito in half if she didn’t uphold hers.
And if she couldn’t handle some rag tag domestic wannabe gang trying to seize control of his operation then it sounded like she was passed her expiration date and it was time to take out the trash.
He wasn’t hurtin’ for prospects to take her place.
There were a million Mito-types begging to do business with him on the island.
“I’ve already got a cleanup crew on standby to straighten things up and take care of any patch work needed, but you’ll probably want to come down within a week, no later than two.” ‘I can send backup to secure the factory until you get time to fly down personally, but I recommend flying down soon.’
“Send em’,” he grunted, going back to his meal, gaze fused to Hinata’s plump bottom strutting back to the kitchen, “and keep me posted on the clean up.” ‘Do what you gotta do. Shit go down, let me know.’
“Of course.”
Naruto hung up and went back to his ramen.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

✧༶☽-ˋˏHιɳαƚαˎˊ-☾༶✧

“Table six is served, table seven, four, eight, fifteen and twelve are at that midway point, everybody else is waiting for the next batch of ramen and moochi, which is seven minutes from now,” Kiba announced to the kitchen, although, his dark eyes were sharp on her face as he stood in front of her…
…blocking the kitchen door.
Hinata swallowed, fingers bumping nervously as she read between the lines of his dramatic proclamation and strategic physical positioning.
Time’s up.
From the moment Hot Pants Hinata took control of her mouth, Hinata spent the next half hour avoiding not only the veteran, but her co-workers as well, knowing they were going to give her the third degree, and not only endorse her bad behavior but actively encourage it. Foolish as it seemed now, she had hoped with time away from both influencing forces that she’d come to her senses and cancel her ill advised date with the big blonde man, and thus, remove any need to tell her friends anything at all.
Although…
Thirty minutes had flown by, and common sense remained frustratingly elusive.
“Spill it,” Kiba demanded, feral features sliding into a pretty convincing imitation of a sly hound as he continued, “and don’t tell me nothing happened babes, I saw that man all over you, rubbing and stroking like he had your tits in his inked up paws instead of that dainty little hand of yours.”
Her mouth dropped open, every mechanism in her shocked brain grinding to a halt.
Fanning himself like he was baking beneath the summer sun, Kiba continued his assault on her lagging mind, “good lord, babes the way that man looked at you! Giving you those bedroom eyes, licking his bottom lip and leaning all up in your space! The man looked like he was about to throw you on that table and give the whole restaurant an afternoon show!” reaching to tug at his button up shirt as though releasing heat from it’s neckline Kiba gushed, “I needed a cold shower after watching that, so you tell me right now why that man was feeling your hand up like that!”
Hinata couldn’t answer that.
In fact, she didn’t think she could say a single word at the moment.
“Well?” Tenten probed, casually lifting the stunned woman’s chin until her lips touched once more, “don’t keep us in suspense, Hinata! You gotta put us out of our misery!”
“Yeah! Come on, Hinata,” Ayame instigated from the stove, leaning towards them with bated breath like she was watching the climax of her favorite melodramatic soap opera, “you’ve been flustered and fidgety and hiding out at tables since you spoke to him. Clearly something happened. We’d know it just by your behavior even if Kiba hadn’t had a front row seat to the most of it.”
“He asked you out didn’t he?” Kiba guessed impatiently, excitedly, listing towards her.
Dull heat crept into her cheeks, lighting up like a neon sign in pitch darkness.
Cupping their radiating heat in her soft hands, Hinata bashfully admitted, “S-Saturday, a movie and dinner.”
Her stomach flipped.
Saying it out loud made it real, made it feel…final.
She startled as her co-workers squealed in unison, erupting into catcalling and teasing.
“I knew it, I freaking knew it!” Kiba fist pumped, “I told you that man wanted you!”
“It was the lip gloss! Had to be!” Tenten boasted, cupping the shy woman’s cheeks and smushing until her lips puffed like a fish, “these DSL’s covered in shine, that poor man didn’t stand a chance.”
“Femme fatale in the makingggg~” Ayame sang from the pot, “her first victim, a big buff ex-soldier with the bluest eyes, deepest pockets and, if his hands and feet are anything to go by, the biggest di-”
“Ahyahma-sah!” mush mouthed Hinata gasped, scandalized.
Laughter bubbled around her.
Dark brows wrinkling slightly, bottom lip taking on a distinct pout, Hinata made her disapproval known, cheeks puffing to show she meant business.
“Ah, ah, ah, she’s gettin’ puffy!” Kiba warned laughingly, crossing the kitchen floor and liberating the embarrassed woman’s lips, “don’t get her all grumpy now, she’s still gotta cash him out.”
Cheeks abruptly deflating, heart racing, Hinata found herself reeling all over again as reality popped her indignant bubble.
She couldn’t hide anymore.
Table nine was waiting for a dish clear and cash out.
She swallowed, running her slightly trembling hands down her apron as nerves buzzed her lower belly.
She didn’t know if she was ready yet!
“Uh uh uh, don’t get all wiggly, babes, you got the man, you got the date and you got a fat tip coming your way no doubt,” Kiba told her, wagging his brows, “its smooth sailing until he sweeps you off your feet tomorrow, and maybe, if he’s lucky, decide to get yourself laid.”
“L-L-Laid,” she sputtered, eyes the size of dinner plates.
The kitchen heat was nothing compared to her face.
“Yeah, you know, knockin’ boots,” Kiba clarified, knowing she didn’t need it if his wide grin was anything to go by.
“Horizontal tango,” Tenten added with a giggle.
“Hot coffee,” Ayame teased, turning the burner low, though she too wagged her brows at the blushing woman.
Hinata was genuinely confused about that last one and her face clearly showed it when Kiba explained, “its when you invite a date in for ‘coffee’ after a date, but what you’re actually saying is let’s end the night between the sheets.”
That’s it.
That’s all she could take.
“Kiba-kun!” she gasped, burrowing her blazing face in her hands.
There were some phrases and slang Hinata still didn’t understand, Japanese wasn’t her first language, but she’d acclimated very well, mostly because she’d studied it long before she snuck into Hi no Kuni, however, that was one idiom she really could have done without knowing.
She couldn’t help but picture the tatted up veteran, hot and sweaty above her, rubbing and stroking her body the way he had her ‘dainty little hand’ at the table.
In fact, her mind latched onto table nine….
…and how she’d react to being laid out across it while he-
“I can’t go back out there,” Hinata muttered into her hands, certain her ears were steaming.
Hot Pants Hinata was running rampant!
“Sure you can,” Tenten murmured, wrapping a single arm around her neck and rubbing her cheek against Hinata’s silky hair covered temple, “come on, you know Kiba’s got a big mouth. Don’t let him psyche you out.”
“Yeah, shut your pie-hole Diva Kiba, Hinata’s a good girl,” Ayame championed, pointing her ladle in the lone male’s direction as though she herself hadn’t been a part of the ribbing, dripping broth all over the hot stove as she blustered, “she wouldn’t give up the goods on the first date, even if the guy looks like every girl’s wet dream.”
“Shut’n up,” he replied, making the motion to zip it, then huffed not two seconds later, “chin up, babes, you haven’t even gone out on the date yet, no sense worrying about givin’ up the cookie prematurely.”
“Kiba,” Tenten sighed.
“Wait, you’re not still a virgin are you?” he asked abruptly, “not that it matters either way, but if you are then a one- night stand is probably-”
“For the love of- would you clam up, jeez Kiba! You’re making it worse.”
Burrowing deeper into her palm sized hiding space, shoulders scrunching to her ear lobes, Hinata was torn between a defcon one humiliation meltdown and permeating insecurity about her sexual status.
To be honest…
She…didn’t really know if she was considered a virgin.
It was certainly true she had never really had anything inside that secret place between her thighs but curious fingers, and that she had never been with a man in any sexual capacity in her entire life.
But…
Did…experimenting with a female dorm roommate at an all girls school count as losing her virginity or-
“I got it I got, hush up panda bear, I got it,” he said, replacing Tenten’s one armed hug with his own, “delete the last thirty seconds of conversation, okay, and just focus on the next five minutes of action. You still gotta get the check for Mr.Tall-Blonde-And-Handome, so, get that done, maybe chit chat with him a few extra minutes and then you can have the rest of the day to freak out about anything your little heart desires.”
Hinata pouted against her palms.
None of that sounded particularly appealing.
But…
Kiba was right.
She still had a job to do, and she couldn’t let petty embarrassment get in the way of that.
Taking in a breath, she dropped her hands and exhaled.
“That’s it, babes, just breathe. You got this,” he rubbed her shoulder, “take a minute to get your head on straight, I got your back.”
She took another breath, murmuring a soft, “thanks Kiba-kun.”
Kiba unwrapped himself from around her and headed for the door. Hinata demurred a few seconds longer, wringing her hands a bit to work out her nervousness before following behind him, coaching herself to a place of calm as she stepped through the kitchen door, eyes on her fidgeting hands.
‘Professionalism,’ Hinata urged herself, nervously fumbling with her apron, ‘yes, we’re going on a date tomorrow but, I still have a job to do today…a-and things will be a lot less awkward if I focus on that for now…I hope…’
Pushing one last, silent breath through her lips, she finally looked up.
Her steps slowed to a stop just inside the kitchen doorway, the hinged door smacking her bottom as Kiba headed straight to table nine and stopped.
Her brows furrowed.
What was he doing?
His back was to her but Hinata didn’t need to see his face to know what her co-worker was saying to her customer/date.
“Let me get these dishes for you. Did you enjoy your meal?”
It was the same rehearsed line every time that required little effort and a minuscule amount of memory space and so on brand with the mid-effort waiter.
Kiba was a big supporter of ‘work smarter not harder, babes’.
Her Saturday afternoon date partner didn’t look particularly receptive to her friend’s cheery hospitality, in fact, he didn’t look pleased at all to have Kiba at his table. His golden brows were bunched, bracketing low over his oceanic eyes, his ‘HUNT’ knuckle-branded hand drumming impatiently on the tabletop as he watched Kiba clear his table, his face deadpan but his eyes sharp, hawkish.
Ever the high confidence extrovert, Kiba continued to chat idly while stacking the dirty dishes, probably peppering the veteran with superficial questions about his dining experience, though Naruto didn’t respond once.
It didn’t take a genius to figure out the blonde was a bit annoyed with Kiba or maybe that Hinata hadn’t come back to the table yet. He had to know by now she’d been purposely staying away from him, and she knew herself he’d been waiting for her to return considering they’d locked eyes every time she peeked in his direction after she started ducking him, her attention unwittingly drawn to him as much as he was clearly drawn to her despite actively avoiding him. He was probably under the impression that Kiba’s presence was a continuation of her childish evasion for the last half hour, that she had sent him in her place.
Her stomach tightened, humiliation creeping across her skin.
He probably thought she was incredibly childish and silly…
She felt both in that moment.
Avoiding him wasn’t something she’d done maliciously, nor was she trying to ‘play games’ as Ino called her ‘cat n’ mouse’ routine. Having never been asked on a date or engaged with a man the way she had this one, Hinata just didn’t know how to handle the situation; how she should behave now that they were taking their acquaintanceship up to a more personal level, if that meant she should be more familiar with him, if she was supposed to flirt back when he flirted with her, or what she should say to him. Were they supposed to be more casual, or enthuse over their weekend plans every time she visited his table had she not been hiding?
She was truly at a lost and that made her nervous.
Not knowing how to proceed was something that always bothered her.
Still…
Her behavior was absolutely unprofessional and cowardly.
She wasn’t a child anymore…she was nineteen-years-old, an adult, and she needed to start acting like one.
Resolving herself to fix her mistake, Hinata took a single half step towards the pair and immediately irritated blue eyes snapped to her in the small space just to the side of Kiba’s bustling form, the action so quick, so fluid and accurate to her current position she wondered, albeit briefly, if the ‘crazy’ ramblings of her very first dorm mate weren’t as crazy as they seemed, that maybe Naruto was some sort of sensory type individual that could lock on to specific energies no matter where they stood.
She searched her mind for the name the girl called a person’s energy source.
What was it?
Chakra?
It had all sounded like the strange but interesting ravings of a mentally ill teen at the time, but…
Shoving aside the distant memory, Hinata swallowed as she met his stare, trying and failing to discern if any of that annoyance was directed at her as she moved in the direction of his table.
She got her answer almost immediately.
His gaze took on that permeating focus that made her girly bits tingle.
His was face wiped clean of aggravation in an instant, and in it’s place a look that couldn’t be mistaken for anything other than a very keen interest wrap in an unabashed hunger that was definitely not suitable for polite company.
She flushed, from the tips of her toes to the dark edge of her hairline.
Naruto finally spoke as she neared, though, not once did he take his eyes from her as he addressed her co-worker.
“Yes sir, of course, she’ll be right with you,” Kiba was saying as she hovered within hearing range, “I’m only here to lighten her load a bit and clear the table.”
Face burning, Hinata took that as her cue to announce her presence, “K-Kiba-kun…”
Her co-worker turned, burden in hand, his lips grinning, nose slightly flushed.
“Got the dishes for ya, so please feel free to take your time with your customer, honey,” Kiba chuckled as he turned away, fanning himself with his unoccupied hand, dishes braced against his stomach, his entire act leaving her red cheeked and embarrassed.
She knew Kiba-kun found Naruto hot, but really…did he have to make it so obvious right in front of the man in question?
Hinata imagined this was what it was like to be teased by a sibling.
Like the shows she watched on TV when she had time and access to cable.
She turned back to her ‘customer’, hoping the redness in her face didn’t blind him.
Naruto wasn’t looking at her though, he was tracking Kiba to the kitchen, his blue eyes unblinking and sort of flat, lips slightly turned down at the corners.
He was probably confused by the whole situation.
Kiba hadn’t exactly been subtle in his teasing, nor his attempt to carve out more time for her to spend with the blonde man.
“Um…a-are you ready for the check?”
His eyes snapped to hers, that flat replaced by the vibrant intensity that silently demanded every bit of her attention whether she wanted to give it or not, that bright sharpness that made his eyes look like shining sapphires in a clear blue ocean.
She felt herself being devoured in an instant, unwittingly thrust into a spotlight for an audience of one.
“Your co-worker went through all that trouble to give us time to chit chat,” Naruto grinned, leaning his elbows on the table as he listed towards her, his current position lower than hers, albeit not by much, in his seated position, and yet he still seemed to tower over her as if he weren’t sitting at all, “but here you are tryin’ push me out the door.”
“N-No, of course not, I-”
“Kiba a friend of yours?” he asked suddenly, his smile still wide, though his eyes a bit…dulled like earlier.
She blinked at the rapid fire change in conversation topics, but answered regardless, “yes, we’ve been working together for three years now.”
“He called you honey,” the blonde noted, “he do that a lot?”
She blinked again.
She wasn’t an expert with men, not by a long shot, but she had been through instances where interested men asked her really weird, really specific but not quite direct questions. Ino explained it was a tactic an interested man or woman used to uncover whether or not their romantic interest was involved with someone else without directly asking the question.
Maybe Naruto though something was going on between her and Kiba.
The idea was absurd to her but…with the way she behaved today, she wouldn’t blame him if he thought this was some sort of game she was playing with him.
“S-sometimes, b-but, Kiba-kun isn’t…he doesn’t like…he’s-”
“More interested in me than you,” he finished for her, much to her surprise, “clocked that day one, ttebayo.”
“Oh…”
“You didn’t answer my question,” he pointed out.
“H-he calls me honey sometimes,” she confirmed, “h-he’s sort of like a big brother…”
“A big brother that calls you honey, huh. You two must be close then,” he remarked, still smiling, but…she couldn’t help but think there was something underlying his statement rather than it being pleasant small talk.
“N-Not very close but…um…friendly and…” she lapsed into uncomfortable silence, her eyes dipping to the table.
This was turning into a bit of a disaster.
This incredibly awkward situation one she’d been trying to avoid, she wasn’t good with things like this…
Maybe…maybe she needed to be direct and…address the big pink elephant in the room.
“I-I’m sorry about…earlier…for…a-avoiding your table,” she fairly whispered, shame constricting her throat, “I-I was just nervous and…I’m sorry.”
She startled at his touch, her eyes lifting to find his boring into hers.
His big hand wrapped around hers, thumb stroking the seam of her palm, tugging her closer, his eyes like twin blue flames, shifting her morse mood to one that brought her closer to the inappropriate influences of Hot Pants Hinata.
“You’re sorry,” he parroted, his deep voice a aphrodisiacal croon.
His thumb coasted over the dip where her wrist met palm, sending sparks of electricity up and down her spine, and it took a few seconds before she could force an answer through her lips.
“Y-yes,” she whispered.
“Then I forgive you,” he rumbled back.
Her insides knotted, heat pooling in her groin.
Good lord…
This man…
“You know, I got your number, I got a date, but you’re the only one that’s got a full name between the two of us,” he noted with a side grin, “don’t sound all that fair to me, ‘ttebayo.”
“I’m Hinata,” she offered softly, “H-Hinata Hy-”
She broke off abruptly, mouth snapping closed, fear piercing her lust induce haze.
She hadn’t made a slip up like that since she got into this country, that she’d nearly done so now…
If there was any more proof she needed that this man was dangerous…
“Hinata Satō…” she corrected herself.
A very common name with an extremely common surname.
She blended right in to the sea of Hinata Satō’s.
To her surprise, the veteran’s lips twitched just shy of a smile, blue eyes glinting and bright.
He seemed amused, like he knew something she didn’t.
He stood suddenly, towering over her, shrinking her with his bulk as he consumed her space with his own invading force. She made a motion to move, intending to step back for his convenience and her own sanity, but he held onto her hand, tugging with subtle strength to keep her close. She flushed from her toes to the tips of her ears as he made her space his space.
“Hinata…Satō,” he repeated, bringing her hand up until they hovered near his lips, her breath pushing from her chest as he pressed them to that newly discovered sensitive place on her wrist.
He lingered but a moment, his eyes never leaving hers.
It took everything in her not to faint dead away.
He pulled back, his pearly whites flashing as he murmured, “I’ll see you Saturday.”
She was rooted to the spot long after he left, the imprint of his lips searing her hand, that burning fire circulating every sensitive point of her body.
He hadn’t waited for his bill, but with the amount of money he left on the table, it really didn’t matter.
-
“I should cancel,” Hinata muttered to herself as she paced from the left corner of her living room to the right.
Her fingers fumbled with a strand of her dark hair, a blush staining her neck and cheeks.
“B-but…it’d be rude to cancel so late,” she countered herself as she paced from the right corner back to the left.
Her mind traveled back to their last encounter.
That slip up earlier…
She shook her head decidedly, retracing her steps, “I-I shouldn’t go, I could slip up again a-and it might be something important next time.”
Hot Pants Hinata permeated her skin, flooding her with residual heat from his kiss to her wrist.
She turned and paced the other way, hot faced and hunch shouldered.
‘…but I really want to go…’
She left that part unsaid, flustered by the intensity of her desire to meet him tomorrow.
Ears steaming, Hinata pressed her hands to her face.
This whole date thing was a really, really bad idea, she knew that objectively.
Two simple activities, movie and dinner, sounded easy but-
A horrible thought crossed her mind for the first time that day.
She…didn’t have anything wear to a dinner, and she didn’t have any extra money to buy a new dress.
The grossly excessive tip Naruto left her today was going to keep her lights on this month and the next month as well as clear up her remaining outstanding balance. Her extended due date was yesterday, and that meant she had until 5 pm tomorrow to make the payment before she was in the dark and had to pay a reconnection fee on top of the bill.
Nearly everything she had in her closet was ragged, tattered, washing machine faded and spotted with bleach. Her wardrobe consisted of her work uniforms which she wore more than anything, a few good will outfits that used to be in much better condition than they were now and the few cheap clothes she’d pinched pennies to buy though they may as well have been free considering the flimsy material they were made of and how easily their threads unraveled after a single wash.
Maybe she could scrape together something decent if they were going to a hole-in-the-wall eatery like Teuchi’s, but…
She got the feeling Naruto wouldn’t take her anywhere other than a place where the cheapest thing on the menu was twice the amount of all the items, drinks, sides and extra condiments included, on Teuchi’s menu combined.
Feeling a bit queasy at the thought, Hinata walked over to the kitchen and swiped her phone from the counter.
It wasn’t hard to find his number, it was one of the few in her phone.
She hesitated, thumbs shaking as she hovered over the ‘message’ button.
Swallowing, she forced her fingers to move and type.
Hinata: can I ask you a question?
A few seconds passed and then her phone lit up, the name Naruto splashed across her crummy minute phone.
She nearly dropped it entirely, eyes wide as she fumbled with the device.
“H-hello,” she answered, cringing at her nervousness.
“Yeah you can ask me a question.”
How his voice managed to sound deeper, even more rumbling and raspy over the phone she didn’t know, but hearing its basement bass right up against her ear sent ripples of goosebumps across her skin, molten arousal dropping heavy in her lower belly.
“O-oh…um, okay…” she murmured, blushing at the breathless tenor of her voice, “you um…I didn’t…mean to bother you…you didn’t have to call…”
His husky chuckle was another blow to her tingling body, “rather hear your soft voice than stare at a text message, baby.”
Her stomach dropped then flipped somersaults as her entire body was engulfed in a gentle heat that lapped at her nipples. She shifted, thighs subtly tightening as moisture saturated the seat of her panties, a pulsing ache blooming at the apex of her thighs.
Good lord…
She hadn’t been prepared, hadn’t braced for the impact of that pet name, let alone for his lust inducing voice to utter it.
“What you need, Hinata?” he asked, voice barely above a seductive whisper.
Hinata swallowed, cheeks ablaze, the urge to fan herself the way Kiba had earlier nearly compulsory.
There was something she needed that she could never imagine saying allowed, something Hot Pants Hinata was surely pushing for in the near future.
“For-” she broke off to clear her throat, hoping that’d help remove the mewling undertone of it, moistening her suddenly dry lips before trying again, “f-for dinner…um…i-is it casual or…more formal?”
“Formal,” he answered.
She’d been afraid of that…
Humiliation, her old friend, surge to the forefront.
She was going to have to tell him the truth, even though she felt like the words would strangle the life from her should she even test them on her tongue. Making a fool of herself in front of Naruto seemed to be a common recurrence she couldn’t seem to stop or prevent.
If her antics at Teuchi’s wasn’t bad enough, her insistence on finding her own way to and from their meet up spot by way of public transportation was a shame that dangled above her head every time she thought about their impending date. Naruto offered to pick her up and take her home, more than once, however, Hinata didn’t want this man knowing where she lived, or to put herself in a position where the only method of getting to their destination and back home was whatever transportation he provided.
Riding the bus to a date was hardly the most…attractive, but, it was safer than getting into a car with a stranger…
Maybe this dress situation was a blessing in disguise.
The universe orchestrating a convenient way for her to cancel her date since she clearly lacked the motivation to do the right thing, the smart thing on her own.
Sucking in a breath, face carmine, she whispered the shameful truth,“I-I don’t have anything…appropriate to wear to a formal dinner…”
“Don’t give a shit,” he rumbled back, unfazed by the admission, “wear whatever, baby. All you gotta worry about is showing up, all the extra shit, you let me handle.”
Her breath hitched, something deep and primal inside of her unfurling, flowering beneath the steel certainty of his voice, the hypnotic undercurrent of command saturating his words.
“But how-”
“Listen, baby, you listening?”
“Y-yes,” she whispered, caught up in the web of his timbre.
“Tomorrow, you’re not worrying about shit,” he informed her, the cadence of his voice slow and silky, like the devil himself tempting her to sin, “you’re not payin’ for shit, you’re not stressin about shit, you need somethin’, you want somethin’ you tell me and I’ll handle it. Don’t give a shit what it is, it’s my problem not yours.”
She was deaf to the world around her, the only sounds audible to her, his voice and the frantic pounding of her heart.
“I want you to have fun, I want you to relax, I want you to get to know me and me to get to know you.”
Have fun.
Relax.
Two things she’d never really done, even before she escaped to this country. The very idea that she could do both at the same time was not only foreign to her, it was a little scary. She lived in survival mode from one day to the next, carrying boulder sized burdens each step of the way, putting them down, even for a single evening left her with the irrational fear that her stressful, poverty stricken life, the little piece of freedom she’d worked so hard to achieve, despite its objective hardship, would fall apart around her if she dared to indulge the luxury of taking a break.
Pathetic as it was, Hinata felt protective of her little crumbs.
But…she couldn’t help but wonder what that would feel like.
To be worry free, to relax and have fun…
…to have someone else worry about the ‘extra’ stuff that dragged like chains around her ankles.
And while she couldn’t allow him to get to know her too deeply, she could admit, she did want to get to know him a lot better.
Maybe if she assuaged her curiosity, her rapt fascination with him would abate too.
“You hear me?”
“Y-yes…”
“That our plan?”
She hesitated, unsure and worried, but, wanting…
Wanting…
“Yes.”
“Good,” he said, unmistakably pleased with her acquiescence, “that’s what I wanna he-”
He cut off abruptly as noise in the background on his end of the line filled her ear, a few raised voices that were loud but muffled as though he’d pressed the phone against his body to dampen the sound.
She waited politely, curious, but holding her questions as the noise stopped as quickly as it started.
“Hangin’ with the boys tonight,” he explained before she could ask, “they’re watching the game and acting like dumbasses.”
She hadn’t even known it was football or basketball season, not that she should considering she wasn’t into sports.
“O-oh, I see, um, y-you should probably get back to your friends…” she replied, fidgeting as she said, “a-and I should get going too…I didn’t mean to have you on the phone this long…”
“Woulda had you on the phone all night if I could, baby,” he countered, making her stomach flip flop at the admission, “but I’ll let you go finish painting your toes in cute, baggy sweats.”
Her brows creased, eyes moving to the nail polish on her table, then down to the sweats on her lower half.
“W-what-”
“Ain’t that what most cute women do on a Friday night?” he chuckled, “throw on a pair of sweats and do girly girl shit.”
She blushed at his compliment, then smiled at his startling accuracy, a small relieved giggle leaving her lips at his humorous remark and her brief, albeit silly paranoia that he somehow knew what she had been planning to do before he called, “s-sometimes…”
Another sound of amusement filled her ear as he parroted, “sometimes, huh. Orange would look good on you, just saying.”
Blushing, she glanced at the orange polish she rarely ever used.
“Up to you,” he crooned, his pitch taking a dive several octaves down, “but I wouldn’t mind seeing any part of you painted in my favorite color.”
The sting of words were benign…but it sounded…stimulating in a way she couldn’t put her finger on.
Especially with her brain short circuiting….
“Night,” he continued, the grin in his voice unmistakable, “see you tomorrow, baby.”
Dead air.
Dropping her phone back on the counter, Hinata buried her steaming face into the cradle of her palms, a cross between a squeal and groan erupting from her throat.
Heavens above!
The things that man made her feel!
They hadn’t gone on their date yet, he hadn’t touched her intimately and yet she felt dangerously close to something that had to be on par with an orgasm.
Exhaling, she gave into her earlier urge, raising her face to fan it like she was stranded in a scorching desert.
She had to call someone.
Someone with experience and a willing listening ear.
Nothing had happened and yet Hinata already felt like this situation was spiraling out of her control. Her experience with these types of encounters was extremely limited, and she had no idea if it was normal for everything to be this intense this early on their dating dance.
Was this normal?
Was this…okay?
She needed advice…
…she needed an excuse, an external endorsement to let Hot Pants Hinata continue to lead.
Ino, Hot Pants Hinata’s biggest enabler, didn’t answer, probably busy cramming for an upcoming exam.
Hinata searched again through her painfully short contact list for a number she didn’t call often. Her minute phone didn’t really allow for long conversation, and Kiba was a notorious talker.
Still…
For this, she could splurge at tiny bit…right?
Minutes were a heck of a lot cheaper than a dress.
Kiba answered on the third ring, and within minutes, she’d breathlessly given him the run down of the conversation, ears steaming the entire time.
“You almost melted my phone with that story, babes!” Kiba groaned when she finished, “warn me next time! Not all of us have a deep pocket hunka man showering us with money, some of are broke and can’t be buying another phone out the blue!”
Still flustered by her call with Naruto, though thoroughly amused by Kiba’s antics as always, Hinata indulged a small giggle as she said, “sorry.”
“Don’t be, not even a little, honey! I’d rather have phone soup than miss this!”
“Okay,” she smiled, though, it dipped a bit as she asked, “so…what should I do?”
“About him or the dress?”
“Um…both,” she replied honestly, “I-I’m not sure that-”
“Hinata, babes, listen to Diva Kiba,” he enunciated, “are you listening? I want you to really take in this very wise, very useful advice from a master man-eater that’s going to see you through this and any situation that comes your way while you’re with this man. This is vital.”
On the edge of her seat for this revolutionary bit of guidance that would be her life raft as she navigated the potent, disorienting tides of Naruto Uzumaki, Hinata answered resolutely, gratefully, “yes.”
“Let. That. Man. Spoil. You.”
Momentarily deflated, dull heat painting the bridge of her nose and upper apples of her cheeks, she muttered a contradictory, “but-”
“No buts, you have got to relax, babes, you can’t go through life, through new experience worried about every tiny little detail. Sometimes you have to just live in the moment, throw caution to the wind, seize the day and all that shit! This guy is really into you and let’s be honest, honey, you’re just as into him too. So wear the best dress you have, put a touch of color on those pretty eyes and gorgeous lips, paint them toes orange and go out on your date!”
He made it sound so easy…
“Don’t puff up,” her friend poked, correctly guess the state of her cheeks, “this isn’t as difficult as you’re trying to make it, babes, it’s just a date.”
Hinata exhaled silently.
It felt like more than ‘just a date’ to her, maybe that was because Naruto himself couldn’t be described as ‘just’ anything, he was larger than life it seemed to her, a force of nature with his own gravitational pull, or, perhaps it was due to the fact that she had never been on a date and this felt like more because in her limited experience this was more.
She was leaning towards a combination of both.
“And let me be clear, this is just a date, but it’s also not a typical run of the mill date. I have zero doubt in my mind that man is gonna pull out all the stops. He dropped half your month’s rent in a tip. Prepare yourself, because, unless you meet another millionaire down the line, this date is going to be nearly impossible to top!”
Hinata had expected that would be the case, though, she wasn’t sure how she felt about it.
Extremely nervous for sure, a bit intimidated definitely but…a little excited too.
“Did he say where you two were going?”
“Um…” she searched her memory for his text of the name and address, “some place called Eden Bay.”
“Eden Bay?!” Kiba screeched.
Hinata winced, but kept the phone to her ear,“y-yes…i-is that bad?”
“Hell no! I’ve never been personally, I’m a broke ass bitch, but I’ve definitely heard of it!”
“S-so it’s a theater?”
“It has a theater,” Kiba enthused, “it’s got a lot shit that’ll blow your mind! Real fancy, rich people type shit! This place is reputable, public, we’re talking tons of people, witnesses out the ass type safety for a first time meet up, and top of the line security. I’m not gonna steal that man’s thunder by saying too much, I’ll let you be surprised but I will tell you, babes, he’s not playing around. I know you, you’re gonna get all shy when you see it, and over think everything, so let me repeat this. Let. That. Man. Spoil. You. Have fun, stop stressing and over analyzing, just enjoy being young and beautiful for once.”
That seemed like a tall order to fill.
But…
She glanced at her nail polish, gazing at the tangerine colored bottle.
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Laters
Sessakag~
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