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Chapter Twenty-Nine
Congratulations

April 19, 2010

Sunlight bloomed within the vast navy sky. Beautiful shades of blue melded into violet streaks and intertwined with burning scarlet and bright tangerine. Below that exquisite backdrop, three men and a dog ran towards the open gates leading into Konoha.
“Is that…?”
Izumo squinted, trying to make out the features of the man at the forefront.
Blonde hair, cerulean orbs that shinned even from a distance, bright orange pants. There was no mistake. Turning to the man beside him, he elbowed the snoozing figure hard enough to jar his body.
“Wake up! It’s him!”
With a half snore, half snort, Kotetsu awoke, his eyes glazed and confused.
“Who’s here?” he wondered with a loud, carefree yawn.
“Naruto-san.” Izumo clarified.
Just as he he spoke, said jonin race by the check-in desk without so much as a greeting. Though it was a bit odd that he hadn’t even raised a hand in greeting, that none of the group did, they could tell from the focused look on his face he probably had something urgent to report to the Hokage.
“Well, why are you still sitting there?” Izumo questioned, “Hurry up and tell everyone.”
“Eh? Why me?”
“Because someone has to watch the gate and you can’t be trusted not to doze off again.”
Though he sighed and rose from his chair reluctantly, Kotetsu offered no rebuttal. They both knew, the moment that Izumo left he’d be back to sleep in less time than it took for the carefree chunin to blink.
xxxxxx
Nearly an hour after he’d arrived and following a very lengthy, very detailed debrief, Naruto stood silently as the white haired leader sifted through the digital images uploaded to his computer. Though his expression was calm, impassive, a silent aura of deep disquiet suffused his form the more that mouse clicked. After a moment, he sighed and his hand left the mouse.
“Do either of you have any idea what this…residue consisted of? Where it came from? Why its something only you and Kurama were able to discern?”
Naruto shook his head.
“We’re not sure what it was. Just that it was really terrible, ‘ttebayo. It hurt to feel, but at the same time, it wasn’t…” he struggled to find the right words, “it felt like it was outside of everything…like it was there but it wasn’t. It’s hard to explain exactly how it felt. It was like some alien sensation that felt…wrong. Like it wasn’t something humans were supposed to experience, I guess. When we reached the office, that tree started to effect Kurama. I could hear something in my head, some kinda weird buzzing but that’s all. Kurama was able to make it out though, he said it was a song.”
“Can he replicate it’s melody?”
Again, he shook his head.
“He said its’ not something you can express with music notes.”
“Then Shukaku…”
Naruto nodded.
“We think it’s the same sound Shukaku heard before he disappeared though we didn’t see any sign that he’d been down there, but that village, its dug out far enough that the lab is directly under the Desert of No Return. Whatever’s down there, it doesn’t seem like its there anymore, but if it was when Shukaku was there we think it may have done something to him. It could be why he isn’t responding anymore.”
“The people that observed Shukaku’s behavior before he went into the desert did say it seemed as though he were in a trance, rather than a rampage when he trampled over a nearby village on the path to the Desert of No Return.”
He remembered that detail, and though he was more than a little concerned for his bijuu friend, the trance gave them the biggest hope that Shukaku was fine…just caught in a dreamlike world unable to free himself. That the disconnect was due to that zombie state of mind, and not something far worse…
“Did you speak of this to anyone?”
Did you tell the Kazekage?
“No.”
And it still didn’t sit right with him.
“We’ll need to send a team to investigate this village. We’ll recover the computer, sift through any documents that will shine some light on what this place was. I’ll contact the Kazekage. With this place buried beneath his own land, he’ll have his own questions, not to mention his own team investigate it as well. You won’t be able to be apart of initial team, Naruto. You and Kurama were severely effected by what was left behind and though your sensory ability could lead to details the intel team may miss, we don’t know enough about what it is that’s effecting you to send you with them. However, once we’ve processed the scene and perhaps made some sense of it, will you two be able to handle going back for another sweep?”
“Of course, dattebayo.”
He hoped.
Though, what choice did they have?
They had to go back. As far as they knew, no one could do what they could and with a bijuu personally experiencing the effects of that place, perhaps it could help them not only understand what may have happened to their tanuki friend but maybe even point them in his direction. Neither of them were keen on going through that ordeal again, but they both felt the same way. They needed answers and if those answers would lead to the rescue of Shukaku, then so be it. Somehow, someway, they’d figure out how to deal with those new, alien sensations.
They had to.
“As of now,” Kakashi continued, “this information goes no further than who I’ve individually given you permission to discuss it with among the respective clans currently engaged with this matter.”
“What about the other locations we were supposed to investigate, Hokage-sama?” Lee questioned.
“For now, our focus has to be on this new development. We may need to hit those other points later, but for now, this is of top priority,” Kakashi replied, “Good work on the mission. You are dismissed.”
“I don’t like any of this.” Kiba complained as they traversed the corridor leading to the main entrance to the Hokage tower.
“There ain’t anything to like, ‘ttebayo.”
“Obviously,” he growled, glaring at his blonde friend, “I mean this shit is serious. The Otsutsuki’s gotta be involved in this and that dead tree we saw, it’s probably some sort of knock off of the real thing. They’re tryna pull that Kaguya shit again.”
“I also believe it’s possible,” Lee chipped in, “it’s too much of a coincidence for a tree that looked like…that…to affect Kurama-san not to be from the hands of the Otsutsuki.”
Unsure how much Kakashi had told them, Naruto refrained from over-sharing and said simply, “Even if those guys show up, we’ll beat em just like we did Kaguya.”
“We almost didn’t!” the Inuzuka reminded him as they reached the open doors leading outside, “and we’re hardly prepared for it now…so many of us…died the last time…the villages, hell, the world hasn’t recovered and-”
“Congratulations Uzumaki-san!!”
The roaring cheer, the crowd packed below the stone steps, startled not only the Uzumaki in question but his three companions as well. Wide orbs took in the sea of people, certain at least a third of the village was here. Confused as to what could’ve drawn this response, he focused on some of the hand drawn signs with his name, Hinata’s name and a few others that conveyed a different message.
‘Congratulations on your upcoming nuptials!’ one in front read.
‘Congratulations Uzumaki-sama, Hyuuga-san!’ another said.
‘Please reconsider, Naruto-sempai~!’ the one in the rear pleaded.
‘Hinata-hime, please reconsider! Marry me instead!’ the boldest one proclaimed.
He wasn’t even sure why the man holding that was even among the crowd. Hinata wasn’t here with him. Even more signs littered the mass gathering. He read a few more then scanned the happy, excited, weeping and despairing faces from both men and women.
“Uhhh….” came Naruto-sempai’s response.
Kiba sighed, then slapped a palm to on the surprised male’s shoulder.
“Whelp, guess your adoring fans found out about your engagement. Have fun dealing with the fan girls, hope you got a box of tissues for em,” he said, descending the steps ahead of the group, “Let’s go Lee, Mr. Popular here has a date with a buncha irate women. You don’t wanna be here for that.”
“Oi! Kiba! Don’t-“”
Lee nodded, then turned to his flustered friend, “Good luck, Naruto-kun! Do your best!”
“We’ll talk later.” Kiba called over his shoulder as the sea parted for two men and a dog before surging forward…
Towards him.
xxxxxx
Tired, slightly aggravated, Naruto shoved his key into the door knob, turned it hard then pressed the door open.
He was more than happy to finally be home…
Three hours after Lee and that ass Kiba had ditched at the Hokage tower.
His mouth was dry from all the talking he’d done. His ears were ringing from all the cheers, crying and jolly, sometimes raunchy banter. Beneath the mental exhaustion and the physical weariness, he was happy that the village had put together an informal celebration of his engagement, it couldn’t have come at a worse time. There was too much on his mind to appreciate the gesture in it’s entirety, too many worries and horrors he hadn’t unburdened himself with yet.
He needed time to breathe.
He needed…
She was standing there, what he needed.
Just beyond the genkan, looking like salvation and temptation all in one. She was molded in a rosy pink dress that traced her curves, the neck of the dress wide, leaving a small but tempting view of her shoulders bear. That beautiful, gleaming hair was fighting the restrains of the white clip she’d attached. It was one of his favorite looks. That heavy mass, those long midnight strands that flowed from her crown always escaped from whatever style or device she tried to secure it with. Stray tendrils would overflow, large swaths would touch her shoulders. He loved to smooth it from her skin, watch her shiver before amplifying that telling gesture with the touch of his warm lips.
He’d get to that…
Later.
For now, there was something else he wanted. Though he kept his dirty shoes from the hardwood, he leaned forward into her waiting arms. Slender and tender, she twined them around his neck and pillowed his face upon a luscious bosom.
“I’m home.” He mumbled between those peaks.
Her body shook with laughter, then he felt a achingly familiar, wholly welcomed caress over the stunted locks that covered the posterior of his cranium.
“Welcome home, Naruto-kun.”
With a sigh, he let her gentle presence soothe the tension he’d carried from Sunagakure. Another pass of her hand closed his eyes. She could already tell something was wrong. He loved that he could say not a word and his other half would respond like he had bared his soul to her. She knew the subtle signs of his emotions and though he knew her, she was far superior at detecting them than he was hers. But then, she was years ahead of him. She’d studied him since the early days of their lives.
“Are you hungry? Why don’t you go and get cleaned up then tell me about it after you’ve had a bath and some food. I also have some news.”
It sounded good but so did standing here and breathing in the scent that was his Hinata.
“I will in a minute, what’s your news, Hinata?”
The door behind him opened. He already knew who it was, but he felt his fiancée shift to get a better view of the entrance.
“What is all that, Naruto-kun?” she questioned, surprise coating her words.
He straightened, an exhalation of exasperation leaving his lips as he looked back at the clones filling the doorway. Bogged down with wrapped boxes both big and small, passing him and Hinata, they sat them down wherever they could in their spacious living room.
“Surprise engagement celebration gifts. I guess somebody found out about our engagement after I left and it spread all over the village. The gatekeepers were watching for me and told everybody the moment I got back, ‘ttebayo.”
He pulled his headband from his forehead, then gave a tired but happy smile.
“I only told a handful of people but you know how news about us spreads. I wasn’t exactly keeping it secret though, somebody could’ve overheard.”
Hinata giggled.
“I think they found out the hour you mentioned it, Naruto-kun. I was with Sakura and the others when the commotion started. They saw the ring and asked me about it. We were talking and then there was a lot of squeals and yelling outside.”
Unzipping his jacket, Naruto chuckled.
“Not surprised. That fangirl group was in the crowd again. It was probably them.”
Taking the dirtied coat from him, she chortled.
“I hope they weren’t too distressed over the news, Naruto-sempai~.”
Placing a hand on his hip, he gave her an amused, slyly cunning look.
“Hinata, you remember the last time you called me that don’t you?”
Heat filled her cheeks. The women that called him that, most days he found it slightly embarrassing, and when he wasn’t in the mood, he found it a bit annoying…but when it came from her lips, even though she was merely teasing, it always elicited a different sensation. One he felt in the tightening of his abdomen and the heaviness in his loins. Crossing his arms over the mesh encased expanse of his chest, he lifted a golden brow.
“If you don’t remember, you could always say it again, and I can refresh your memory, ‘ttebayo.”
Like the bright hue of a tomato, it suffused her face and neck. Flustered, she fidgeted with his coat.
“I-I, remember! Y-you really should get cleaned up and eat…I can tell something important happened on your mission, Naruto-kun. Once you’ve had a chance to relax and get comfortable, it’ll be easier to get whatever it is off of your chest…” she glanced at said chest, tracing the pecs outlined by the mesh before she gazed off to the side, dull crimson painted her cheeks as she said, “b-but maybe later…I’ll forget again…”
Lust bloomed.
She was so…fucking…
He surged forward, reaching for that cute, sexy, pale skinned, bashful beauty only to grab air. She moved, taking several steps back, skirted a clone with a box, then halted well out of his reach.
“I’ll take this to the laundry, run your bath water then get started on breakfast.” she murmured with a teasing twinkle in her pupiless eyes before turning and moving down the hall.
He couldn’t help the pout that pursed his lips nor could he help watching that plump bottom as she strolled to the laundry room. Pounding between her thighs was way more relaxing, way more comforting than food or a bath. He sighed gloomily but took a seat on the half step between the genkan and hardwood floors, absorbing the keen sensation of want that clawed his insides as he began unlacing his sandals. After that particularly hard ride he’d given her the morning of their engagement, he couldn’t help but ache for a repeat. He’d barely had a taste of before the weight that was responsibility crept into his head space.
The kiss he’d given her before he left hadn’t been an “I’m off to my mission, love ya.” kiss.
It had been a “I’m off to my mission, we’ll pick this up when I get back. I love you…” kiss.
They weren’t done…celebrating.
He had feelings of excitement far larger than those expressed by the mass that had ambushed him straight from a mission. Feelings he wanted to expel between the thighs of the women destined to wear his name.
“That’s it, dattebayo.”
A clone announced behind him as he pulled his sandals off. He half turned, then took in the living room.
Flooded.
It was absolutely swamped in orange and pink wrapping paper. What had to be hundreds of sealed envelopes engulfed their coffee table.
It’d take them all day to sort all this stuff out.
He looked forward to it. It wasn’t so much getting something than it was the expressions behind it. Though he hadn’t been at his best, nor in a good mental state to receive them, he was still incredibly grateful and humbled by the care he and his fiancée were receiving from the village they both cared for. When he’d had time to purge the bad from his mission, he’d soak up the sweet and tranquil he knew was waiting for him when they got around to opening the packages and letters together.
“Thanks.” he murmured to his identical self before releasing the jutsu and standing.
True to her word, he heard the water running as he neared the bedroom and saw her in the kitchen chopping something on the cutting board on the counter nearest the sink. He peeled the mesh from his body as he cleared the bedroom door. An hour and a half later, he lay on his belly, face resting on folded forearms, the slight, comforting weight of his lover on his back. Oiled hands ran along his spine, down, then up, over his shoulders then retraced their path with slow precision as he finished recounting the impromptu gathering hours ago.
“And they just stood there crying, asking me to reconsider. It was embarrassing, ‘ttebayo.” Naruto pouted.
What was there to reconsider?
To his mind, this should’ve happened a long time ago, years ago.
Hinata giggled, running her fingers along the muscles lining his shoulders with gentle but firm pressure. He felt a small pop then wondrous relief tingled over every plane in his back. A soft groan left his lips. He sagged, eyelids heavy. She’d done this for him before, more so when he’d been deployed to nearly every corner of Fire Country in the early days, but for some reason, this time, he felt like pure jelly.
Boneless, weightless, nearly burden-less.
“I also had my share of tears and requests to reconsider,” she shared, “some even proposed on the spot.”
His eyes snapped open.
“Eh??”
“Even among the clan, though the majority approve of our marriage, there were a few that hoped to sway father. We also received requests for marriage from outside nations, however, I supposed I’ve gotten those requests since the time I was born female as the direct descendant of the Hyuuga leader,” she explained, “and then there’s that…Hyuuga-hime fanclub…”
He could tell by her voice what embarrassed face she was making. She’d made it several times when the afore group were mentioned or physically involved with her. They didn’t really approach her often, and though he’d never given the impression of violence outside of a mission or in defense of the village, Kiba had explained that few wanted to “tango with a guy like you” as the biggest reason they worshiped his princess from a distance, even when he was absent.
Short of hurting her in any way or touching her in the ways only he and he alone could, he couldn’t see himself being driven to lay hands on the lovestruck men.
Even he knew that his place beside her was one to envy.
Intelligent, kindhearted, gentle, sexier than any woman had a right to be, he could damn well understand why she had an underground group of admirers. And though he understood her lure better than anyone, knew he had no need to fear any man could steal her heart from him, he still felt annoyed, jealous and a touch territorial whenever they approached or whenever he heard about it. After fearing she’d one day belong to someone else during the days he’d been confused about his feelings for her, and after seeing Toneri actually put a hand on a intimate part of her back in plain day, had held her hands, to see the two in close proximity, it’d only exasperated the ugly feeling he felt to see her with any man that wasn’t him. That sensation of discomfort, the burning, churning of wrongness had never really left him since he’d first began to worrying she’d enter into a relationship, back before they’d even been a thing. In fact, it came easier and was identified just as easy each time it happened.
He would always be jealous, he supposed, of any man that felt even a fraction of what he felt towards the woman massaging his back. Considering the dreams he’d had of her before he’d even touched her, let alone been inside of her…
Something flared in his gut.
Maybe it wasn’t a far stretch to think he might very well “tango” with any man that felt like that about his woman…
“Do you want to tell me about your mission now, Naruto-kun?”
He sorta wanted to ask her what had gone on with that club, but the question had already triggered the memories. His lips turned down, and worry furrowed his brows but much like he had with the Hokage, he explained what had happened without the benefit of pictures, hoping it made sense. The silence that ensured told him he’d at least conveyed the gravity of the situation clearly.
“Naruto…I-”
The drop of “kun” from his name, the wobble in her voice, he already knew, just from that small amount how she was feeling.
Worried.
Scared for him…for Kurama… for them all.
Though it angled him in a awkward position, he reached for the hands resting in the small dip in his spine then gave a gentle tug. She relented almost immediately, molding bra cupped breast to his back, a soft belly to his spine, and the heat between her thighs shifted atop his buttocks. Her warmth was just as soothing as the hands that had kneaded the stress from his muscles. He pressed his forearms into the mattress, then brought her oiled hands before him.
Seeing the twinkle on the left one, he couldn’t help himself.
He pressed a kiss to it, knuckle and ring.
“I know…Hinata,” murmured softly, “but do you remember what I told you…back when you strained your eyes?”
He could feel the dark head on his left shoulder nod.
“That hasn’t changed. I’m not leaving you. Not ever, ‘ttebayo. I’m not telling you not to worry, or be scared, I’m telling you that I’ll be careful. That I want our future more than anything. Remember that, okay?”
Another nod, but he felt heated wetness drip onto his flesh. He shifted, arranging them until she lay cocooned within the shelter of his body. With his roughened thumb, he wiped the moisture from her eyes.
“Don’t cry, okay? I won’t be able to rest easy if you cry.” he half joked.
Gripping the hand that smoothed away her tears, she pressed her cheek to it, then spoke words that burned his ears.
“Sorry, Naruto-kun, I’m always crying when something bad happens. I know you’re careful, I believe you, I just…wish I could be there with you when you’re out. Kiba was there to pull you out but what about when you’re out by yourself?” she questioned softly, “I’d feel better if I were there with you. If I could be close enough to protect you if you need help.”
Images filled his mind and horror beyond his comprehension filled his heart. He remembered her, jumping between him and Pain, her throwing herself in front of him only to have Neji do the same to her…there was no Neji this time…nor would he wish it a second time. If she stood in front of him again…if he had to hold her in his arms as she died…like he had Neji…he’d lose his mind…
He gripped her…desperately.
Too hard…he knew that, but he couldn’t seem to make his fingers loosen.
“Hinata, don’t-”
“I know…” she echoed his earlier words, pressing gentle fingers to his lips, “and you should remember what I told you, that day we went to get rations from the land of Land of Rice. You wanted me to promise not to do it again…I didn’t that time and I won’t now, Naruto. If there’s ever a time where I can protect you, I will.”
Their eyes met, hers determined, unwavering, his just as determined and tinged with frustration laced anger.
“I won’t let you do that, ‘ttebayo,” he asserted, “even if you won’t promise, I won’t let you, Hinata.”
“I may never reach your level, Naruto, but I’m strong too.” she told him softly.
“This has nothing to do with that,” he replied, his voice a bit harsh and rough, “I know you’re strong, but that doesn’t mean I’ll just happily sit around and watch you get hurt or worse, trying protect me. Pain nearly killed you. During the war, if not for Neji…” he couldn’t continue, it was hard for him but he knew it was agonizing for his lover.
Even years later.
There were times where she awoke from nightmares…about that long, bloody night. Nights where he held her as she cried her eyes out, mourning the lost of her cousin, and at times, feeling a guilt neither he nor Neji wanted her to feel. Those dreams had nearly stopped and he’d be damned if he was the catalyst that put her back in that head space.
He took a breath.
“Its enough, Hinata…once was enough. I can’t go through that again…” he sifted fingers through the hair at her nape, blue orbs burning, “not now.”
Now that she’d become the very air in his lungs, the very heart that beat in his chest, the physical manifestation of his soul. He could tell by the softening of her face, from the reflection of his own feelings in her eyes that she knew what “not now” encompassed…just like he knew, the “not now” had been something she’d felt for far longer than he had.
And because of that…
She would not be swayed. She would not sit back and do nothing. Nor would she lie to soothe him with a promise she had no intention of keeping.
He knew that…he remembered her saying it…but…he didn’t want to hear it.
He couldn’t hear that…or he’d never let her leave their apartment.
“You’ve been closer to death than me, Naruto,” she reminded him, “if you can risk your life, brush death over and over again to protect us all then I-”
“I don’t wanna hear it!” he snapped.
It sickened him.
She lapsed into silence, and so did he. He closed his eyes, unable to look into those gentle eyes at the moment, they’d only feed this ugly feeling in the pit of stomach that rose whenever he thought of her hurt. Teeth clenched, fingers pressed into her warm flesh, Naruto grappled with himself. That grip that was too hard tightened a fraction as he struggled. He breathed through the fear clogging his throat, trying as hard as he could to wipe her words, the memories from his mind. He didn’t want to talk about this. More than anything, he didn’t want this scenario to one day come to fruition. Merely speaking about it was more than upsetting, more terrifying than what he’d gone through three days ago. He felt like it a curse, a spell they’d cast into the universe if they put voice to it. A nightmare he’d have to pray he didn’t experience when he closed his eyes
“I’m sorry I raised my voice,” he told her, gentling his hold, “but I…can’t hear that…just…”
She shifted, nudging the bottom of jaw with the soft crown of her hair, lacing both her fingers over and around his left hand, giving him silent comfort and forgiveness, but otherwise, didn’t comment. He held her a while, calming himself down, angry with himself for yelling at her, angry with her for wanting to risk herself for his sake. For being so willing to sacrifice her life for his. Nowhere in his world would that ever be right…
Nowhere in his world would that ever happen.
“We’re both shinobi,” he began after long silent minutes, “we both know what that means, ‘ttebayo. Its selfish of me to say what I’m saying but…I won’t change my mind. We’ll face whatever comes together…but I won’t let you lose your life to save mine. Never, Hinata. I will protect you. That’s a promise. And I never go back on my word.”
“Nor will I go back on mine.”
Love, over their shared nindo bloomed, while something else gnawed his gut. He pressed his lips to her forehead but said no more. They never argued, they were very rarely at odds, they both were prone to giving in to the other, but in this, he knew, she was as unwilling to bend as he was. As her father had said to him, she’d give him the world if she could…however…he’d give her every world this universe had to offer if he could…
She traced the whisker marks along his cheek.
“But I understand…how you feel. I feel the same way too, Naruto.”
Their eyes met again.
‘I won’t let you get hurt.’ hers whispered.
‘I won’t let you get hurt.’ his roared.
He knew how she felt too…he understood…but he couldn’t accept it.
Not ever.
Mind made up, he swallowed the heat in his gut and filled it instead with cold, hard, grim determination. There was no question. He’d do what he had to do if there was ever a situation like the one they were discussing, and with the way things were headed, it seem more of a when rather than if.
Even if she hated him for it, he’d protect her.
As long as she still breathed…he’d gladly die in exchange.
He stroked a finger down her cheek.
“You said you had news for me earlier.” he murmured, changing the subject.
An odd expression crossed her face, or rather, an odd combination. Happy, sad, nearly tearful. His brows furrowed and he brought her closer, stroking her bare shoulder down to her forearm.
“What’s the matter?” he asked.
“Nothing is…wrong…well not anymore.”
Puzzled, he lifted a brow.
“You’re not making much sense, Hinata.”
“My mother, she wants to meet you.”
He blinked, completely thrown for a loop. Hinata never spoke of her mother, and the one time he’d asked about her, about meeting her, she’d merely said “that’s not possible, Naruto-kun” and had spoken no more. He’d assumed she’d passed on and it was merely too painful for her talk about, even to him…but…she’d never actually said that.
“Your mother?? I thought she had passed away…”
Hinata shook her head.
“I’m sorry, Naruto-kun, I would have explained a long time ago, but I haven’t been able to, until now.”
Still reeling, he felt like his brows would be forever fused if they furrowed any more.
“Until now? I don’t get it, dattebayo.” he murmured.
Hinata shifted, turning on her side to face him, seeming to settle in for a long explanation. The move afforded him a glorious view. He ran his fingers along a curved hip, over the very thin silky fabric just above it then back down as he too settled in to hear this tale.
“A few days ago, father visited,” she began, “he heard about our engagement somewhere among the chaos it stirred and he was waiting outside our apartment when I made it back home from Sakura-san’s house. He told me…that my mother’s exile was to be lifted.”
He blinked again. Of all the things that could possibly come from her lips, exile hadn’t been one that crossed his mind.
Sickness.
Extreme shyness.
But exile?
“When I was young,” she continued, drawing his attention, “there were…whispers…bits and pieces of why my mother was…exiled.”
She looked sad as she spoke of it. He knew the environment she’d grown up in had been less than perfect. Where’s he’d battled loneliness, she’d struggled beneath the harsh standards so at odd with her own gentle nature. He stroked a thumb over her skin, offering comfort, though waited for more.
“My father finally filled in the gaps. He told me everything that led up to it, why my mother was exiled within the clan…and why it remained so long. My mother she…had an affair.”
“An affair?” he questioned, completely baffled.
Sure the Hyuuga were sticklers for formality and strict traditions but…to exile someone for an…indiscretion…
“Doesn’t that seem a little…excessive?”
Hinata shook her head.
“No…at least not in those days. Back in my father’s youth, when the Uchiha thrived, my clan was keen to prove the superiority of their ocular ability. Breeding strong Byakugan wielders wasn’t just a goal, it was creed, a religious like resolve that no Hyuuga family of worth didn’t strive for among the main family. My father, he awakened his at an early age, and among his peers, his strength was second to none. Very quickly, he became the head of the clan, the youngest to ever rise to that standard however…there was a woman he loved. Hanako, my mother.”
Her face changed again. Some memory, this one joyful, cleared the distraught from her face.
“My mother, she was the opposite of father. Soft where he was hard, kind where he was strict…” the sad came again, “weak where he was strong and worse yet, she never awakened her Byakugan.”
Something soft crossed her face.
“Even so, he married her and they were happy, for a time. I remember that time.”
The small smile it elicited vanished as she continued.
“Many in the clan were unhappy with the marriage…they questioned his judgment and the wisdom of such a union. Hard as it is to believe, the whispers, the scorn with which he received over his choice…they ate away at him. He too began to question his own judgment when I…failed to show the promise he himself had shown at my age. He pushed me…because he wanted to prove to the clan that he hadn’t made a mistake, that his daughter, his heir, the one so like her mother, was strong…”
He knew the Hiashi of today loved both his daughters, but the Hiashi of the past…
He clenched his teeth against the words on his tongue, she didn’t need that right now. The next time he saw old man Hyuuga however, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold his peace.
“The way he pushed me…very quickly, it placed a wedge between them. The more he pushed, the greater the distance grew. After Hanabi was born, they were husband and wife only in name. They lived separate lives. My father, spent his every waking moment working for the clan and training me as often as he could. My mother spent more and more time outside of the compound and among the village. And then…one day…when I was eight and Hanabi was three…father had us spar.”
Shame, this time, tinged her cheeks.
This story, he knew. His sweet significant other had been too compassionate to swing at her little sister, even while sparing. In those days, and even now, hurting others was foreign to her nature.
“He disavowed me as his heir and turned his attention to Hanabi and in doing so, the rift between my parents widened and deepened, creating a bottomless pit… but father believed he’d received the truth he hadn’t wanted to accept about my mother, in his mind, he could no longer deny it. I, who was so like my mother was too soft to be a shinobi, too weak to be a Hyuuga of worth while Hanabi who took after him was…a shining example of a shinobi born of the Hyuuga bloodline.”
She paused a moment, processing the painful memory.
“Soon after, new whispers emerged…about my mother’s…infidelity. Father never said who. Just that it was a man my mother met, an outsider, not of Hyuuga blood…and had it been someone within the clan, I don’t think it would have made it any better, but I at least know, internal exile wouldn’t have been…on the table. The bloodline would have remained…pure, even if a child had been the result…but because it was an outsider…because the clan viewed my mother as weak…because my father felt the same…she was exiled and the clan was never to speak of her again.”
He brushed moisture from her cheek, then reached for her hand.
“He apologized, and he…he had tears in his eyes when he did. He said that he’d left it too long…that he hadn’t pushed the elders hard enough to lift the exile. His pride had gotten in the way…but when she heard of my engagement, my mother summoned him for the first time since the exile began. He didn’t tell me what they spoke about, but…shortly after, he petitioned the elders to set aside the exile and put his weight as head of the main family behind it. The moment it was ratified, he came here to tell me.”
Shocked, he gave her hand a squeeze.
“Did you see her already?”
She shook her head.
“There’s were still some formalities before I could and Hanabi…I wanted to give her some time with our mother, she’s had so little of it. Tomorrow morning, my mother wants to see both of us…that is, if you’re willing-”
“Hell yeah I’m willing,” he grinned, “Meeting your mother, the woman that created the woman I love, of course I wanna meet her, ‘ttebayo.”
She smiled.
“Oh, that reminds me, speaking of mother, after we meet your mother, do you wanna come with me to see Iruka-sensei?” he asked, “Mom, dad, Pervy-sage…they’re all gone, so I don’t really have a parental figure to invite to our wedding but…Iruka-sensei, he was kinda like a father to me. He was the first person that really tried their best to take care of me and he’s always there when I need advice and stuff. So I’d…like him to fill in for dad, ya know?”
Her smile spread.
“I think that’s a wonderful idea, Naruto-kun. I’d love to come with you.”
“Then we’ll go see Iruka-sensei together.” he confirmed, leaning down to touch lips with her.
“I love you.” She whispered against his mouth.
“Not more than I love you.” He challenged against her mouth…again, only half teasing.
She giggled, milky lavender orbs alight and teasing.
“Not even in your wildest dreams…Naruto-sempai~”
His hand, which had been resting innocently on her hip, moved in a gesture unmistakably not so innocent. He licked her soft, plump lips, then swallowed the sharp exhalation that left them as his hand slipped into the tiny, scrap of lace she called panties.
“What’d I say, Hinata?” he crooned against her ear.
He traced the moist line her neither lips created, then dipped between them, unsurprised by the heated wet that met his touch. It never took much for his Hyuuga love to coat his fingers.
A consequence of his presence she’d once told him.
A consequence he shamelessly reveled in, and unabashedly used against her over and over and over again. To her, he was as irresistible to her as she was to him. Though he was certainly the more greedier of the two. There was very little she had to do to have him panting after her like a horny dog. Most of the time, she wasn’t doing anything, merely existing within viewing distance or conjured by memory, this lone, ever gentle kunoichi had the power to drive his body and mind to lust in less time then he, an admitted pervert, thought was normal.
“I…I forgot…Naruto-sempai~” she breathed.
Desire clenched his gut. He surged to his knees, gripped her hips and turned her in one smooth motion. She squealed as he brought her to her knees, guided her face to the pillows then yanked that silk down. Pale ass to air, dark hair streaming down her back, along their sheets…she painted a pretty, erotic picture.
She was excited…
He could see it clearly, glistening from the pretty pussy that winked at him from between her thighs. Reaching up, he traced a bandaged hand along her spine, parting the midnight curtain her tresses created, enjoying the subtle tremor he felt as he moved.
“Four this time.” he told her, his voice a low rumble.
Her breath hitched, and he watched through lids heavy with lust as her delicate inhalations quickened just shy of panting. She knew what he meant by that number. The last time, he’d only been able to handle two…tonight, he’d make it four if it killed him. When he’d first come up with this payback, this plan to tease her for teasing him with the fangirl sempai~, he hadn’t realized just how torturous it’d be to dish it out.
It drove him just as crazy as it did her.
And he loved it just as much as she did…
He reached for the clasp holding her bra together, then fell back on muscle memory, unlatching the other half of her silky undergarment with practiced ease. He tossed it carelessly to the floor, then curled forward and filled his hands with the twin, naked flesh he’d released. Finding their distended points he pulled hard then plucked.
The sound that left her throat was half moaning bliss and half groaning discomfort.
“Narutooo.” she breathed.
“Sempai~” he corrected, tugging again.
He felt the whimper she gave him settle deep in his loins. He toyed with her nipples, switching between hard pinches and sluggish rolls. Bent as he was over her naked cheeks, he felt them clench against his abdominals.
“Sempai, ‘ttebayo,” he taunted, “remember, Hinata?”
He squeezed those luscious peaks before rubbing gentle circles over them. Though muffled by the pillow, her response echoed in his brain. She moaned, long and loud into the pillow, then shuddered.
“Naruto-sempai.” he coaxed her.
He pressed his aching, boxer cover cock to the slippery entrance to her body. He could feel the heat, the sopping moisture through the thin fabric. Unable to resist, he moved, grinding his harden genital against hers. Pleasure bloomed, washing over him in a shallow wave. Grips firm, again he tugged, then pressed butterfly kisses along the back of her neck, stopping in the place he knew would send her body into a tremble.
Right behind her ear.
Like a leaf in a hurricane, she quaked beneath him.
Aroused, he sucked the flesh beneath that secretly stimulating place, pressing the flesh between his teeth and releasing it oh so slowly.
“Yes,” she gasped, “more…Naruto.”
He released her nipples, gave her neck a gentle kiss then pulled back.
This time, she was panting, struggling to catch her breath beneath the abrupt halting of the onslaught.
Pulling his boxers to his knees, he gripped his dick, stroking languidly as he watched her struggle. She was waiting for more, he knew, and as bad as he wanted to give it to her, as painful as it was to see those trembling buttocks and not squeeze, to see the tight hole to paradise and not pound it to mind-numbing ecstasy, he held himself back. It was a practice in patience he’d earned over the years they’d been intimate. It gave him a chance to see her the way she was now, to watch an erotic battle within her own body, one he caused.
“Sempai.” he reminded her.
Even with that patience though, he couldn’t resist a feel. Moving a tight fist along the steel that was his cock, he traced an inner thigh, slowed to over the moisture further up, yet stopped short of touching the moisture’s source.
“You’re really forgetful tonight,” he rumbled, deeply amused, deeply turned on, “you insisted on calling me sempai, now you can’t remember to call me sempai. I’m confused, ‘ttebayo. Make up your mind, Hinata.”
He didn’t give her a chance to respond. Leaning forward, he caught her hips, before lifting her high enough for his tongue to reach it’s glistening goal.
“Naruto!” she squealed.
Her alarm was short lived the moment he pressed his lips to her heated core. A different squeal left her mouth as he covered her slippery button in sloppy kisses before laving the wet bundle of nerves with his tongue.
“Narutoooooh God!” she cried, the sudden suction at her clit shifting her moan to scream midway through.
He sucked again, holding her hips when she tried to move. She reached for him, twisting her body and grabbing a not so gentle handful of his shot locks. Lust hammered his skull. He suckled, licked and twined his tongue the way he knew she loved. Drinking in the shrieking ecstasy leaving her lips as he brought her to a quick, shattering orgasm. He lapped until the tremors quieted, then lowered the sated female to the bed. She sagged, heavy breaths flexing her small frame, the motion subtly jiggling her still raised buttocks. He drew in a harsh breath.
Three more to go and already he was struggling. Leaning forward, he nuzzled the back of her thigh.
“That’s one.” he counted.
He loved making her feel good…
He loved being the one to give or withhold the ecstasy he alone could give her…
But it was slowly killing him…
He lifted her bottom up, bring her back to starting position, ready to torment himself once more.
A single digit circled the hole he craved to fill. She twitched, then her curved spine bowed deeper, and he watched with rapt attention as her little toes curled. He could already feel the warning ripples as he pressed in through the wet resisting flesh of her sex. Her slumped body suddenly held tension. She moved, giving a throaty moan as she forced his finger deeper. She’d gotten only two pumps before he moved too. Circling an arm around the small of her back and curving around her soft belly, he exerted just enough force to stop her thrusts.
“Noooo,” she wailed, “Please…I need-”
“Sempai didn’t say you could move.” he informed her, pressing a kiss to the nearest ass cheek.
“S-Sempai,” she bumbled desperately, “I can’t stand it…please…touch me.”
“Now you remember, ehh?” he teased, “seems like you only remember when you want something.”
He gave a slow pump of his finger, then another, and another. Moisture, the seductive sound of her clutching pussy filled the room.
“Yessss,” she sang into the pillow, her inner walls clamping happily around his finger, “Ohhhhhh.”
Her sob of relief, of bliss was an incredible caress to his ears.
He added another digit and felt tremors. She strained beneath his grip, trembling as he fucked her with his fingers. Her breath hitched and so did his.
Four might be a little much after all.
She keened, spasming around his fingers, every delicate muscle in her body tensing.
He couldn’t help himself.
Dislodging his fingers, he replaced them with the throbbing length of his cock. He buried himself to the hilt then stilled. He could still feel the echoes of her climax, tugging, massaging, trying its best to coax his stiff rod into joining her. Now, it was his turn to struggle. He closed his eyes, fingers gripping the plush globes pressed to his groin. He sucked in a breath. Then another.
“Two.” He panted.
She was shaking, mewling like a kitten, chipping away at the control he was fighting to take hold of. And then he felt it again, stronger this time. Spasms, internal suction threatening to force him into orgasm. Hot moisture bathed his cock. The female beneath him contorted, sweaty hands catching the sheets in a death grip.
“Three…” he gasped, grimacing against the exquisite sensation.
He sucked in a breath, feeling his own toes curl. The spasms hadn’t stopped. It wasn’t the first time she’d cum like this, but it was a hell of a time for her to do it now.
“Four.” he gritted.
Savoring the sensation a beat longer, he gave a few, shallow thrusts of his hips, then slid languidly from her body. He turned the dazed Hyuuga, gripped beneath her pale thighs, then spread them the way he liked. Bent knees level with her breasts, tiny little feet clear of the mattress, coral tipped nipples to the ceiling. It was one of his top five favorite positions.
The view…
He gazed down at her reddened nipples, the sapphire half of their hearted necklace resting between her damp mounds, the shinny desire her pussy had wept…
Splayed beneath him as she was, he could see it all…
The glazed lust in her luminous eyes, the trembling in her thighs, the ecstasy on her face, the hypnotic bounce of her tits.
The play, while fun, was over.
Now…now he wanted to feel her…to ease the terrible tension in his balls. There were things he wanted to say with his body…things he could only say with his body. He wanted to feel her…for her to feel him. To pound the emotions clawing his insides into her body.
He moved, hard but slow. She watched him at first, face flushed in a combination of that cute shyness she couldn’t shake and the tell tale sign of a woman creeping towards the throes of passion. He thrust again, drawing the first moan of her downfall from her throat.
“Naruto.” she gasped into the quiet.
Sweaty, feminine fingers gripped the sheet.
The next closed her eyes.
His quickened his pace, setting a quick, punishing cadence and it wasn’t long before she began a sensual dance beneath him. Her body twisted what little it could in its current position, her head turned this way and that before it was thrown back, exposing her throat along with the pretty red marks that lined it. Jiggling breasts bounced in time with each hammering thrust.
His world narrowed to sounds he forced from her lips, the mush and suck her pussy made each time he rammed it, the tightening ecstasy pulsing inside his sack and the heightening cries ringing in his ears She arched abruptly, wailing her climax to the ceiling, initiating the short countdown to his own in the process.
Saturated walls clamped down, the strangle hold on his dick unbearably exquisite.
This was it.
He couldn’t take it anymore. Bracing a hand to the bed he scooped her up with an forearm, he dug his heels into the bed and slammed into with as much power and strength as he could muster, chasing the catastrophic end surging towards him. She wrapped damp arms around his neck, trembling so bad he felt vibration against his skin. Dull nails carved her bliss along his spine, the hoarse drawn out sound of his name muffled in the damp hollow between his neck and shoulder. Her thighs tightened, sandwiching his hip, holding him with a strangling grip as though she feared he’d slip from between them.
He panted, the clap of their genitals driving him insane.
“Fuck…” he breathed.
He tumbled them to the bed, unable to cushion his own weight atop her as orgasm bloomed. She clung to him, teeth at his neck, her muffled shrieking turned staccato by the hard pounding of his cock jarring her small frame. Orgasm slammed into him. The emptying of his balls as painful as it was euphoric. He felt light headed and weak, the sensation of semen leaving his body an incredible rush that wiped his mind clean. His muscles seized, white spots floated in within the darkness of his closed eyes.
Pleasure radiated throughout his stiffened form, skating across every nerve ending circling his body. Liquid ecstasy settled heavy in his groin.
Nothing in this world compared to the bliss he found between her legs.
Nothing.
“Fuuuuck,” he wheezed, his own body quaking.
He sagged into her, distantly aware he was too heavy for her. With what could only be described as Herculean effort, he forced his body to move, turning them on their side, bringing her leg up and over his hip in a bid to keep their sexes connected a bit longer. It seemed to be taking her lush body longer to calm down. His own buttocks spasmed here and there as her insides continued to flutter around his sensitive cock. He ran his hands along her body, fascinated by the small jumps of her delicate muscles, entranced by the deeply dazed look on her face. She looked the way he’d left her in bed the day of their engagement, only more intense. Like she didn’t even know where she was at the moment…nor did she particularly care.
This was new.
He traced her swollen bottom lips with his thumb. Satisfied as he was, desire coiled in his groin.
He liked this faraway look in her eyes, this laxness in her body.
He liked even more that he was the source of it.
xxxxxx
Her eyes opened to a darkened room. Heavy weight pinned her to the cushy mattress below her. Foggy, she turned her head, filling her sleepy eyes with the most handsome man in the universe. Her fiancé had her caged with arms carved in granite and covered with velvety tan skin, his lips and warm breath tickling her neck, the snores she was used to and always slept through vibrating along her ears. She was exhausted and her body ached in the most delicious places in the most delicious ways. She could still feel the relentless pounding between her thighs, the roughness of his big calloused hands griping and turning her as he wanted, the strong muscles that dance and bunched beneath her clinging hands. Even in the dead of night, in the darkness only given relief from the silvery light the moon offered between the heavy curtains, her blush was scarlet.
That engagement…it seemed like it’d changed their sex life. The emotions she felt for him, inside and outside the bedroom somehow felt…more. More powerful, more encompassing, more intense than either one of them could stand it seemed. It was beyond embarrassing after the passion was over…but even with the embarrassment she couldn’t help but face the truth.
She love it…
The lewd things he did to her, the even lewder sounds he drew from her lips, the orgasms that crashed over each other when he threw her body into chaos…
It was almost scary, the sensation.
Especially tonight…
Trembling uncontrollably…
Cumming uncontrollably…
She’d been nothing but a bundle of excited nerves, her brain short circuited by the constant, seemingly unending culminations she’d experienced…
She took a breath, feeling the heat in her face deepen.
Already her stomach was knotted in anticipation of repeating tonights events as she replayed their heated exchange. She’d evolved into a wanton female…and was more than okay with it. After all, she was soon to be wedded to a man that not only accepted this new facet of her sexuality, he fed it…she’d even go so far as to say he’d created it. Slowly, carefully, she detangled her naked body from his. Pulling the sheet to her bosom, she turned to look at the sleeping man beside her.
Reaching out, she stroked the spiky hair above his forehead.
Not a stir.
The overburdened Uzumaki was out in a way she hadn’t seen since the early days of the jubokko attacks. Snoring loudly, drool already forming. Love curled her lips a moment before she turned her mind to the reason she’d left the comfortable, safe haven his strong physic formed.
“Kurama…” she called softly.
A beat passed, one more snore, before her lover’s eyes opened. The beautiful blue she often lost her soul gazing into were gone, replace by crimson irises and feline slitted pupils. Those orbs she’d once though eerie gazed back at her.
“What is it, Hinata?” the rough voice of the fox spirit questioned.
Hinata smiled at that address. The change had happened a few months ago, and to her, it was a sign her lover’s partner was coming to accept her. Over the years, she’d gone from, “What is it human woman?” to “What is it Hyuuga woman” to now, “What is it, Hinata?”
It wasn’t the only sign.
Where she’d first interacted with him, she’d had to call his name several times, “bugging” him until he finally answered. Gradually, the time shortened. Now, she need only call his name once for him to rise to the surface of his Jinchuuriki’s consciousness.
“I’m sorry, Kurama, for waking you but I wanted to make sure you were okay,” she told that unwavering, bloodstone gaze, “You were in that lab too, with Naruto-kun. From what he described, it sounds awful and I’m sure it was for you too. Are you alright?”
He watched her for several seconds before he spoke.
“Why ask such a question of me, Hinata? You already know the answer to that. Bijuu are made of sturdier things than you frail humans.”
“Even so, I worry about you too,” she murmured, concern welling within her pearlescent depths “you’re part of our family. I’d hate for something bad to happen to you.”
And he was, from adversary to ally, Kurama was apart of Naruto, and through that connection, she and the rest of the world had gained new insight into the ‘bijuu’. A being with feelings, with wants and desires, that fought when they had to, that had sorely been abused by the humans that hadn’t known or cared that these creature were not creatures, but sentient individuals with personalities and but for their animal forms, shared more in common with human than they differed. To her, to her lover, to many around the world, Kurama and the others like him were just as important, just as worthy as any human walking this earth.
More over, she loved Kurama.
The way Naruto spoke of him, the happiness with which he spoke of him, and the bond she and other’s had experience between him and his Jinchuuriki while cloaked within his chakra during the war; gruff and grumpy during their interactions, though he may be, the fox spirit was caring and loved the same man she loved. He was like one of the many parental figures in her lover’s life, yet different…closer. Even Kurama had a habit of revealing the depth of their bond. He talked about the blonde jonin like a parent, something she’d teased him about once. And while he’d denied it with a false heat and abruptly retreated into the mental space the two shared, she knew the reaction had been one of fluster rather than anger.
As she had told him, and as she kept reminding him, he was family.
Unlike Naruto, who had gradually reduced the intelligence insults he dished out to himself, Kurama stubbornly clung to his notion that he was too different to warrant the treatment and care she gave to him, scuffing at the iteration that he was family…at least aloud to her face. Naruto however, could feel the emotions of their family friend. She knew his bravado was little more than that, bravado.
“Tch, you’re just like that brat, befriending beasts.”
“You’re not a beast,” she scolded gently, “you’re Kurama.”
His look was impassive then seemed…to soften in a way. A brief pause ensued and she wondered what he was thinking. He’d looked like that twice within their numerous conversations, just now and once before, when she’d asked him about Shukaku then inquired how he was dealing with it all. That expression he’d given her when she asked, it was the same as now but…more discernible this time around. It was so human and yet, different.
It was so hard to put into words.
Though it was Naruto’s face, and she was keenly aware of the expressions that crossed it, when Kurama wore it, it worked differently.
Abruptly, he moved, turning his borrowed body to its back and stared up at the ceiling.
“Go to sleep, Hinata.”
She looked over at the crimson eye turned her way.
“Your concern is wasted. We are fine.”
With that, his eye closed and a moment later, a snore, belonging to her lover pierced the quiet. Hinata gave a quiet giggle, then snuggled into Naruto’s side.
“I’m glad you’re both alright, Kurama.”
In the ensuing quiet, she stared into the dark without really seeing. While her eyes felt heavy, her mind was heavier. The small disagreement they’d had earlier rose. It was rare for Naruto to raise his voice to her. She couldn’t remember the last time he had, but this, she knew, really, really bothered him.
So much so, he couldn’t stand to hear it.
She understood how he felt, because she felt the same way towards him. The difference between them was that he had the power to keep the vow he’d made. His pledge to protect her, his staunch rejection of her returning the gesture bothered her too. She was happy, overwhelmed and loved him all over again for wanting to shelter her from harm…
However, as he said, they were shinobi.
She was a shinobi.
One that wanted to protect him and though it paled in comparison to his, she too had power…and if given the chance, she would step in to protect him.
Even if he yelled at her for it…even if he hated her for it.
As long as he still walked this earth in the aftermath, it was enough for her.
‘More than enough.’ She thought, closing her eyes and reaching for sleep.
xxxxxx
So that was my explanation for Hinata’s mother absence since based on what I’ve read, she’s not dead. Just strangely absent. Hopefully it doesn’t seem too off the wall, ya know? It was the best I could come up with that would make sense among the Hyuuga. I mean come on…the branch family has the curse mark shit on their foreheads, they would do some fucked up shit like exile based on an affair from a clan member they felt was far beneath their esteemed leader. But idk, ya’ll give me your opinion on it and even better, how would you all have explained her absence in the series?
I’m done here, already working on the next chapter. Don’t forget to drop a review. I always look forward to hearing feedback. Helps me gage where the interest is in this story XD Considering the amount of time it takes me, I’d hate to be wasting my time, ya know?
Anyway, guess I’m off to bed once I get this next chapter outlined. Part three will be her in a matter of 10 chapters, and the lead up is gonna be pretty agonizing so, please prepare your hearts and push through even if you end up wanting to throw hands with me XD It’ll get better…sort of…
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