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Hatsu	By : dragonslover1 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1420 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
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Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto in any way, shape or form.

Hatsu

Chapter Two

As ordered, Suzaki went home and told her parents that she needed to move out. She stayed long enough to see the two of them look at each other helplessly, and then she climbed the stairs to her room and began packing. Her mother trailed her up and began guilting her into staying.

Suzaki just shook her head. �I can�t concentrate well here,� she said. �I don�t want it to affect my missions, so Kazekage-sama ordered me to find a new residence.� She looked up at her mother with a smile. �It�s not like I�ll be disappearing, and I had to leave sometime.�

�But, Suzaki-chan,� her mother replied, frowning. �You�re still just a child.�

Suzaki shook her head again. �I�m seventeen, mother. By ninja law, I�m fully an adult the moment I turn sixteen and have the title of Chuunin. I could have left last year on my birthday.� Closing a duffel bag, she threw it over her shoulder and stood up straight. Inside were her clothing, though she had little as far as that goes, some pictures and items she was going to need. She walked around her mother and stepped into the bathroom, picking up her toothbrush and hair care products.

�But Suzaki-chan,� her mother repeated, following her. �. . .Otou, talk to her!�

Her father, at the bottom of the stairs, blocked her way down. �Suzaki, I forbid you from leaving.�

But her parents weren�t ninja, she thought. It was so easy to seemingly disappear and reappear on the other side of her father. It was a simple jutsu, one she used often. �Goodbye, mother, father,� she said, and opened the front door. She shut it on the protests she heard and took a walk.

She wondered about where she was going to go. She could ask Minami if she could stay with her, but Minami -- while a fairly good friend -- wasn�t the most hospitable. She thought of Airou, her other teammate, but that might be a bad idea. Airou had a crush on her, had for several years now, and was near-constantly complimenting her and asking for dates. It was getting difficult to let him off easy now; she was almost out of ideas. Still, she couldn�t imagine asking Masumata -sensei to stay with him, either.

She was back to square one.

She wandered somewhat aimlessly, compiling one idea on top of another, for quite a while. Then she spotted Kankuro, Kazekage�s brother. He didn�t seem to be doing much, seemingly pointing and explaining things to a little girl who was following him. In the back of her mind, Suzaki remembered hearing about that girl: her name was Yone, and Kankuro was her surrogate father. The little girl was very scary to look out, though, and even now was holding a small black rabbit in her arms. She was listening quietly while Kankuro explained something.

Suzaki hesitated. The rumor going around about that girl is that she is somehow loyal to Orochimaru, though that man had been declared dead for three years. Suzaki supposed it had to do with the face paint the girl was always seen with, making her uncomfortable to look at. Swallowing down the creeping feeling of fear on the back of her neck, she approached the two of them.

�Kankuro-san?� she asked.

He looked up. �Hello. Shiro-san, right?�

She nodded. �I was hoping you�d help me a bit. I�m a little stuck.�

�What do you mean?�

�She�s moving,� Yone said, eying the pack Suzaki was holding.

�Ah. . .yes,� Suzaki agreed, trying to ignore the crawling sensation in her spine. �Kazekage-sama ordered me to move out of my parents� house, but now I don�t know where to go.�

�Did you talk to your team about it?� Kankuro asked.

She shook her head. �We�re not meeting again until tomorrow.�

He gave her an odd look. �And Kazekage didn�t tell your team this?�

�It wasn�t decided when they were around,� she explained. �He suggested I could talk to them, but I don�t want to impose on them.� And other reasons, she added silently.

�Ask Kazekage-sama,� Yone said.

Kankuro glanced down at the tiny girl before looking up again. �Seems that�s your best bet. Good luck.�

She gave him a weak smile before nodding and turning. She headed straight for Kazekage�s office, steeling herself against whatever he might say and do. When she tapped on his door and he called her inside, she hesitated a split second before pushing on. A little self-consciously, she left the door open.

He looked surprised to see her, though his expression was mild as ever. �Did you encounter a problem?� he asked. He was standing beside his desk, half turned towards the window with some parchment in his hands. He set the papers down on the desk and turned towards her fully.

�A little,� she admitted. �I talked to Kankuro and he suggested coming to you.�

�What happened?�

�Well, I packed up and left as you said,� she started, �but I don�t want to bother my team. We�re not meeting again until tomorrow, so I need somewhere to stay for a night. Possibly more, if they deny me from their homes.�

This was bad, she thought. I don�t have a place to stay, but why does Kazekage look pleased?

�A predicament,� he replied, �but I�m glad you followed my orders.� He strode in front of his desk and looked down at the items on it in thought. Moments passed, Suzaki began restlessly edging from foot to foot, needing something to do. Then he looked up again and his eyes showed he had a decision. �My home is mostly empty and I won�t be returning tonight. You could stay there for now.�

She felt her face flame. �In your house?� she blurted.

�It�s a well-sized house,� he shot back, �with two rooms completely empty. You could stay in any of the rooms -- besides my own.�

She felt herself relax a little. He was denying her entry into his room, which she imagined was proof of him trying not to seduce her. But then, why did his face look more closed now than before? �I don�t know where you live,� she told him, and it was true. Still, she was grasping at straws, and she knew it.

He turned to the holes in the walls that worked as windows, then gestured her over. She hesitated a moment, making him wave her over a second time, before crossing the room. He stood in front of a particular window and grasped her arm, pointing with her hand. �There, do you see it?�

His touch still stirred her to life, so she hurried to pick out the home he was describing to her. A little darker than the rest, the roof higher, entirely shadowed inside almost despite the darkening skies and lit lamps scattered in most of the windows. As she finally spotted it, she went to pull her hand back and found that he wasn�t letting her go. Her heartbeat increased as she looked at him, wondering what he was thinking. His hand holding her wrist was idly stroking the skin there, around and a little under her glove.

It felt too intimate, and Suzaki didn�t want a repeat of what happened earlier. She pulled back from him, but he followed the motion. Though he let go of her wrist, she didn�t feel released -- she felt stuck in a spell. When his eyes captured hers, she couldn�t look away, even though she was edging away, little by little. Her back bumped into the wall, and though her ninja training told her a dozen ways to get around this obstacle, she was stuck, cornered.

She watched helplessly, encouragingly, as he drew nearer. His hands found her hips, and then he was leaning down and she could feel her chin lifting. It was another of those soft kisses, pulling an indiscernible sound from her throat and centering her senses. Her eyes shut, and then she could feel only his hands, her hands on his chest, and the touch of their lips.

Twice in a row now, she fell easily into his trap when alone with him. She wasn�t denying him, because she liked his kisses, his touches. She realized it this time, what was holding her there, and it wasn�t the throbbing of her heart paralyzing her like she thought it was. There was some kind of attraction between them, something that pulled her closer and made her lean into him. Maybe it was the taste of his lips, the faint smell of him, the touch of muscles under those clothes he wore.

Some part of her logic returned and took over her body. She heard the protesting sound she made even as she pushed away from him and stepped aside so he couldn�t press her against the wall again. She was conflicting herself, hearing herself saying that she knew where his house was and she�d go there in a little while, through the shake in her voice. She only glanced up at him once as she left, shutting the door, and saw that he was carefully guarding his expression. All emotion was removed, seemingly forcefully, and she told herself not to dwell on it.

She descended the stairs, hardly noticing Kankuro who was on his way up, and barely managed a return greeting when he said �hello� to her. She was shaken to her core, but it wasn�t because she�d let him kiss her again; it was because she�d ended it too abruptly. Before, the kisses lasted much longer, slow to full contact and even slower to releasing that contact. This time, she�d practically jerked herself away, even though she hadn�t wanted to.

But she�d said it, hadn�t she? She wasn�t going to let this happen, she wasn�t going to become a one-night girl of his. Only his promise that he wasn�t returning home tonight allowed her a chance to calm, to think things over in solitude before she had to face him again.

She focused on food first, eating in a restaurant she favored. It was difficult to get her mind on just the food, and after a while she gave up. It took her a long time to finish her meal, her mind wandering from subject to subject and always back to Kazekage. Her food was cold at the last bite, and then she pointedly paid for it and got up. Four, her mind told her; he�s kissed you four times now.

The part of her that spoke was something like elation, leaving her body a little numb, yet wildly alive.

And, another part added, hasn�t asked you for anything.

She stumbled, realizing it was very true. But anger rose up in the wake of her earlier joy.

Maybe not, the anger said, but he has taken those kisses, without permission.

But I wasn�t denying him, either, that joy argued.

She shook her head, noticing that she�d stopped in the middle of a semi-busy street. She kicked into motion again, using the map in her mind to find Kazekage�s home and head towards it. As soon as it was in sight -- she decided to wait until she could sit or pace as needed before thinking again -- she came to the realization that she hadn�t asked if the doors were locked or if she needed a key.

As she reached the door and weighed her options, she clearly her a screech above her. There, sitting perched on the overhang of the roof, was a hawk. She recognized it as one of the trained delivery birds who reported to and from Kazekage, and lifted her hand. It glided down onto her arm, and she flinched at feeling its sharp talons on her arm. She looked for a message and found a tube, which she opened and read. It said, �I unlocked the door. Once inside, lock it.�

She rolled up the message and put it back in the tube before tossing the bird. It took off, and she followed it with her eyes, watching as it headed unerringly for Kazekage�s tower. It flew into a window, drawing her eyes up there, and her eyes must be lying because she thought she saw a red-headed person standing there and looking out. A feeling crept up her back as she opened the door, a feeling that ninja found invaluable: the knowledge that you�re being watched. She told herself it was silly, shut the door, and worked the locks into place.

A single light was on, so she headed there, walking carefully so she didn�t stumble, trip, and manage to break something. It was the bathroom light, she realized, and as she looked around, she found more light switches and flipped them on. She didn�t want to sleep in the front room, so she looked in the open doorways and picked one of the empty rooms he�d mentioned.

She set up her mat and pulled out the plastic bag she�d put her bathroom necessities in, wondering if she was free to use the shower or not. In the end she decided, respect aside, that he wouldn�t have invited her and not expected her to use the shower at some point. That�s when she realized she didn�t have a towel of her own.

She felt like swearing at herself, but sighed instead and searched the bathroom and nearby closet until she found a stack of towels and picked one. Placing the items on the closed toilet, she went back into the room she claimed and took out her nightclothes. She added them to the stack building on the toilet, and then turned on the shower.

The next half hour or so was filled with paranoid tingles and intervals of total silence while she listened to the world around her. She kept thinking that someone was watching her, trying to calm her nerves by telling herself that she was fearful because this wasn�t her home. Still, she decided not to try and shave her legs, just in case she jumped at a sudden sound and cut herself.

The moment she shut the water off, she thought she heard something outside the door. For the next two minutes, she counted the seconds and stayed perfectly still and silent, listening aptly. But she heard nothing in the house besides herself and the hum of the air conditioner.

She called herself crazy as she stepped out and dried off, staring at her muddled reflection in the cloudy mirror. She wiped off enough to see herself and laughed. She definitely looked paranoid, that was for sure. Her eyes were wide and frightened, her lips lighter than they should be for the temperature of the shower, and she was covered in goosebumps.

She shook her head at the image and finished in the bathroom. No use staring in the face of her paranoia, was there? A sigh was the answer to that question, and then she was dressed for bed. As always, the moment she opened the door, she was rushed with cool air that made her shiver. She tried to ignore it, turning off all lights save one as she worked her way through the house.

She double-checked to make sure that she�d locked the door, then made herself walk calm and controlled to her room. Once the lights were off and she was laying under a thick blanket, she allowed herself a laugh. It was silly to be afraid of this house. It was just a little creepy because it was so clean and empty, because it wasn�t her house. . .

Her thoughts trailed off. �It�s creepy,� she whispered to herself, �because it�s Kazekage-sama�s home. Because he likes you, and has the keys. He could enter at any time, and you know it, you little twit.� She frowned. Okay, so maybe it wasn�t the best idea to voice her fears. She turned over and huddled under the blanket, hugging herself in the hopes that it was all she needed to keep herself calm.

. . .Calm?

Analyzing her emotions told her that she wasn�t fearing Kazekage�s return at some point while she was sleeping -- she was excited by it. Four kisses had been all he needed to ingrain himself into her mind deeper than he�d been before, and now she couldn�t stop thinking about him.

No, that�s wrong, she told herself. He�s excited you physically. And it was true. She couldn�t honestly say that she was completely innocent and unknowing about romance anymore; four little kisses and she�d nearly been seduced entirely.

Well, so maybe they weren�t �little� kisses. World-rocking enough, she mused, to put himself in your mind and make you touch your lips every so often.

She blinked at the realization. Her fingers were stroking her mouth, and she pulled them back under the covers. It would do no good to wish he were here, anyway. She�d as good as told him off, and he said it, didn�t he? He said he�d respect her wishes -- and then he warned her that he wanted her severely. At least, bad enough that he couldn�t keep his hands off her in close quarters.

Or his lips, she corrected.

No, stop thinking about that, she told herself fiercely. So what if he�s in my head; it�s time to sleep, not go over the day�s events.

At that, she could feel lethargy enter her bones and relaxed. With a sigh she let the tension fade from her body and shut her eyes. She was tired, really. Just earlier today her team had one hell of a battle, and she needed rest. As she began to drift off, she registered one last thought before giving in to sleep: �How long do you think you can resist him?�
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