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Ridding Me of You	By : boyarina Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 5681 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ridding Me of You

By Boyarina

Chapter 28: Unexpected Outcomes

Inside his head, Naruto can see himself split into three once again. The first was himself, the second was a logical Kyuubi, the third was this supposedly domesticated cat but now has turned into an animalistic derivation of Kyuubi whose purrs are changing more and more into tiger-like growls.

They are all housed in a grilled cage, each separated by a grill divider and has their own grilled gates. Conventionally, gates are supposed to be locked, but theirs were not. The only thing that's keeping them all inside is the fact that all three of them are locked in a strangle-hold to keep the other from escaping.

You see, the cage "detains" whoever is residing in the subconscious. From what he has surmised from the past usages of the whistle, whenever it is blown once and he is real self, it assists in forcing open the care holding his purely animal self captive, allowing it to escape while he – the Real Naruto—gets sucked in. When blown second time around, the reverse happens. When blown repeatedly, it just gets crazy.

Normally, the Kyuubi derivation is docile. Normally, the Kyuubi derivative won't manifest externally not unless the whistle was blown. However, he is normally not constantly in-heat either. Armed with this knowledge, the only thing that he can come into conclusion now is the Kyuubi derivation had been exposed to his and Kyuubi's sex drive too many times when Kakashi and Sakura used the whistle in close successions. Being the unthinking creature that it is, it could have translated the horny, "I-want-to-DO-something" feeling into pent-up rage and ergo was doing everything to release it.

The problem is finding out how it got out when no one blew the whistle while he was unconscious. The last thing that he can remember was Sakura had sledge-hammered his skull, then as he was regaining his hold on the waking world, he was slammed back to the detaining cell they were kept in. The Kyuubi derivation had beaten him in taking control of his physical body. From the inside, he was forced to witness the Kyuubi derivation to go berserk when Sakura gave it some attitude.

"What the fuck!" His outraged shriek burst out of him. "What the fuck's going on?" The panic he felt at the start escalated out of proportions immediately after Sakura almost got her upper arm bitten in half.

"How in the world did that git got out there, brat?" Kyuubi growled conversationally but then winced as Sakura went sailing to the end of the room. "Its going to mangle and make a dinner out of Sakura-chan if we don't get out there soon."

Before Naruto had the chance to maim Kyuubi for verbally confirming his fears, the whistle's shrill piping hauled him out. His freedom was very short-lived though; about 3 to 5 seconds at the most. In the same amount of time, he was sucked in again, and then freed again; alternatively getting imprisoned as the derivation of Kyuubi gets out and vice versa – the cycle went on as the whistle repeatedly sounded.

He had good enough sense to note that if he got the time right, he can snake his hand through and slowly wedge his body as the gate of his cell alternatively opened and closed. It was easy enough to figure out, but soon he found out that the execution was both tedious and painful.

"Why is it that only you two get the chance to bang in and out of this place?" Kyuubi sourly pointed out.

Naruto did not even spare his demon a glance. Let the demon remark on whatever he wants to remark on, he, Naruto, is dead-set on enforcing himself to take charge of his body and keep both Kyuubi and his derivation in their respective cells.

The whistle continued to pipe shrilly. So far, Naruto had been able to manage getting his upper body out and being the great ninja that he is, he had skilfully manoeuvred and had caught the Kyuubi derivation by one of its legs. The plan is to make sure that the Kyuubi derivation does not have the chance to become part of the conscious world by preventing it from getting freed by the whistle's call.

This, of course, means that not unless Sakura stopped at the right moment – that moment being the time he is called forth by the whistle—his body will be unconscious. With the Kyuubi derivation being impeded by him from going forward and him being alternatively pushed and pulled to and fro the cage, there won't be anyone or anything animating his physical self.

"If you two will be busy," Kyuubi drawled maniacally, already making a move to slip away. "Let me just get out and have a chat with Sakura-chan."

Naruto gritted his teeth. Shi-it. He realized now that Kyuubi gains advantage in seizing possession of the body the second Naruto looses control. He had seen it in the past. Somehow, Kyuubi can get free from his cage when Naruto weakens his hold in reality – i.e., times when he gets hypnotized by fantasies that suddenly sprouts in his head when Sakura is around.

Sakura's protection is at stake here. If he could not commandeer his own body, no one and nothing should.

"You are going nowhere!" Naruto declared. Desperation, fuelled by the rush of adrenaline had him clamping down on Kyuubi's tail before the demon could make his exit.

It wasn't hard to tell that Kyuubi was furious with his action. After slashing him with a severe glare, Kyuubi snapped at the arm Naruto was using to hold him down.

"You are as dumb as you look boy!" Kyuubi cackled maliciously. "You think you can keep me here? By doing that?"

Truth to be told, Naruto couldn't.

"How about if we do this," Naruto offered, using his best let's-negotiate-sensibly tone, while huffing and grunting with effort. "Help me get this creature to stay in here and regardless of whether Sakura ended up whistling to summon me or not, I'll let you do whatever you want for a whole day."

"For a whole day, every other day," Kyuubi amended.

The proposition was, at best, ridiculous but Naruto had no choice but to agree. He was already losing his grip both on Kyuubi and his derivation. If the cat had stayed a cat, he wouldn't have this problem at all!

"Yes! For a whole day, every other day!" Naruto gasped. His exclamation would have been the last thing to reverberate in the walls of his mindspace but his next succeeding shout topped it.

"What are you gripping my ankle for?"

Kyuubi looked at him with something close to incredulity. "Do you think that I am just going to take your word for it? I'm sure as hell going to make it certain that you remain here if you end up being summoned. Gotta make sure that I get my turn now when this whole thing blows over."

So here we come at full circle. Naruto has one of his hands on the Kyuubi's tail, the other on one of the legs of the supposed cat, now turned monster and will be hence forth called Kyuubi's derivation; Kyuubi has his grip on him as well as the cat, and lastly, the cat itself, having no other agenda but to free itself and vent out the sexual frustration that it thought as anger,

With nothing and nobody possessing Naruto's body, stock still as it is, it could only be a matter of time before Sakura gives it her last blow of the whistle. Hopefully, its last call will be to summon him ad not the Kyuubi derivation so he wouldn't be constantly occupied in holding it down and have the capacity to interfere (even from the inside) if Kyuubi—out in the real world due to the matter of their deal—felt the need to ruin his life.
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Hinata woke up with a splitting headache. Her nosebleeds, apart from taking a quarter of her blood supply, usually torture her with an aftermath of migraine as well. She doesn't complain much, but sometimes the abuse is just way too much!

"Do you need an icepack for that?"

Hinata groaned inwardly. Her weakness has been publicly displayed yet again despite being closeted to her room. With her head bowed deep into her chest and her hands intertwined on top of the base of her skull, she couldn't take a gander at who spoke. The voice has a familiar ring though – Is it Neji? Her father? She couldn't pin point exactly as the roaring in her ears (an accompanying ailment to her throbbing head)obscured her sensibilities.

"I didn't know you would be affected that much; not by anything to do with me."

The smirking tone, had her curling more into herself. Embarrassed as she was with having an audience, the words used to mock her made it even worse. She really shouldn't have left her bedroom door open. It should have been simple enough. The moment she had escaped Neji, gone outside to look for Sasuke….

Hinata's eyebrows met in sudden befuddlement. Her foggy recollection started to clear up but it doesn't equate to the situation she is in now. She had escaped Neji, gone outside to demand the return of her own lock of hair and ended up in a skirmish with Sasuke.

Then, how come she is in a room now? As sure as her stutters would flutter to life whenever Naruto (or Sasuke, Neji, her father, her whole clan, the rest of Konoha) is around, there couldn't have been no way for her to have won over Sasuke ad traipse to a resting place in their household and decide to sleep there.

… maybe she died in her spar with Sasuke?

A throat being broke into Hinata's reverie. She would have looked up, but then the next words uttered by the being who was in the room with her froze her in doing anything else.

"I was meaning to talk to you about the lock of hair. What made you think that going along with what Kakashi said would be such a bright idea?"

Uchiha Sasuke her… nobody really. It was unmistakable. The voice she heard undoubtedly belonged to the last Uchiha.

The bed dipping had Hinata instantly scooting backwards. She jerked her head up and witnessed, to her dismay, Sasuke on one of the corners of the bed, Nervousness had saliva pooling in her mouth that she had to swallow twice before she could speak.

"Give it back."

Indignation filled his eyes as Sasuke regarded her fully. She couldn't blame him. It was a bit unreasonable that she sounded the way that she did; as though she was accusing him of forcibly taking her pledge from her.

"I had every bit of intention of returning it," Sasuke answered back in a measured manner, He leaned forward, breaching the outermost border of her personal space. "I'm curious though. Why did you give it to me in the first place?"

It was a moment of sheer stupidity, Hinata inwardly admitted as she bit on her lower lip discreetly.

"I was going to give it to Kurenai-sensei," She finally mumbled. Releasing a sigh, she continued, "Then Kakashi-sensei convinced me not to. I hadn't counted on the fact that I would have to give it to you."

Sasuke crossed his arms and moved to raise one folded leg up the bed. If she wasn't so attuned to subtle movements, Hinata wouldn't have caught up with the fact that what Sasuke was trying to do was attempting to occupy more bedspace.

"Is it such a far fetch notion for you to end up giving it me?" His inquiry was followed by a cryptic chuckle.

"It is now," Hinata surprised herself with her frankness. She shouldn't have said this. If she wanted to stay focused on simply retrieving the symbol of her pledge, these kinds of responses – ones that furthers the conversation from its aim – must be avoided.

"Well for the now," Sasuke dragged the word out, emphasizing it too much for Hinata's liking. "Once you have your pledge back, would it be to Neji that you'll be giving it to?"

Hinata nearly kicked herself for digging herself into this hole. Rooting around her head for the best way to answer that, she purposely avoided Sasuke's eyes. She was spared though when Sasuke continued speaking.

"Have you seen the fulfilment of the prophecy of the pledge before?" Sasuke asked her, but he turned away, maybe to mull over the question on his own, maybe to help her not feel pressured to respond back. May it be either or both, her blasted mouth didn't give it much thought when it acted entirely on its own.

"Yes, when my mom died. Her ability to heal and affect the health or growth of a medicinal plant was transferred to otousan."

Sasuke gave her a fleeting glance back before turning away again. He spoke, a certain disbelief taunting his voice. "Do you have any proof?"

Hinata felt like scoffing. Of course, she has proof. The words to give instant death to Sasuke's scepticism poured out of her.

"It was five days after okaasan's funeral. We were standing in the middle of her greenhouse, surrounded by wilting herbs, rooted still on the pots they were originally planted on. Father had approached one, barely touched it—"

"It came alive," Sasuke interjected.

"And flowered," Hinata continued. She didn't even mind Sasuke cutting her off.

"Would it have worked if it was the man who gave the pledge?" Sasuke pulled himself up the bed, crossing both legs underneath him.

"Yes," Hinata replied again without hesitation; her caution having been distracted by her movement. He was sitting sideways relative to her line of vision and the lone eye trained her way was disconcerting her.

"Well then, I'll give you your pledge," He swivelled to face her fully. "In exchange, I'd like you to take mine though."

Hinata's forehead slowly crinkled. "It only works if you're a Hyuuga."

Instead of frowning with her as she had expected, Sasuke smirked. "That'd be easy enough to rectify." He gave a shrug as if to lend some measure of casualness to his next words. "How about if we do it naturally?"
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