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In a Softer Light	By : SSShitstorm Category: Naruto > General Views: 1818 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Explain to me why we're here again?”

The white-haired sannin sighs, gingerly setting his drink down on the table.

“I told you already, didn't I?”

“Tell me again. ”

“You DO know that while this IS a civilian village between Iwa and Suna, the valley between the separating mountains has some very unique natural properties in regards to-
“Cut the scholarly crap would you?” Naruto sneers. “Use words I can understand. ”

“Look, I'll explain exactly why I brought you here later” he mutters, picking up his drink again and pausing before it touches his lips. “Just try to relax, would you?”

“RELAX?” she spits back. “I don't know if you noticed Ero-sennin, but we're in a whore house. I CAN'T relax!”

He takes a moment to respond, draining two-thirds of his glass before setting it down, and, much to Naruto's surprise, sliding under her nose.

“Then try some of this. “ and Naruto feels slightly unsettled by the lopsided smile on his face. “It'll help, believe me.”

She makes a face, tongue poking out from under her lips. “I can't.”

He chuckles, deep and throaty. Too deep and throaty, probably because he was on his third-whatever-it-was. She bites her lip. If she has to escort his drunk ass back to the hotel room -one-more-time-”

“You're fifteen.” he smirks, eyes narrowed. “The laws for drinking are different in civilian towns. There's no limit here. ” He pressed the glass up under her chin. “Go on, this much won't hurt you. You probably won't even get tipsy.”

She rolls her eyes, but in the end takes it, and despite the smell making her nose tingle and eyes water, knocks it back as fast as she can, coughing and sputtering the entire way.

The burn is surprisingly pleasant, she traces her tongue along the outside of her lips. Not bad.

“Pervert's rubbing off on me” she lets out a sigh, wondering how much longer it'd be before she topped the other two shinobi vices.

A high peal of laughter snaps her out of her musings, and much to her dismay she finds not one, but two waitresses in her mentor's company, one leaning so far over to refill his drink that her breasts were touching the tip of his nose, and the other draped over his lap.

Great. She feels her face heating up unpleasantly, (though that may have been from the generous amount of liquor she'd consumed earlier) Stupid Ero-sennin. Of course. She should've expected this. Not like it doesn't happen at least once every two months.

“Naruto?” he turns his attention from the women for a split second as the blonde pulls herself from her seat. “You going somewhere?”

“Yeah.” she mutters, avoiding his eyes and turning towards the bar door. “Out”

“He opens his mouth to protest, but the girl planted in his lap presses her finger against his lips, Naruto knew from experience that she'd loose the attention war by a landslide. So she turns on heel and it's everything in her power to NOT rasengan the door to shreds on her way out.

Unfortunately, the door didn't lead to “out” what it DID lead to was another section of the bar, even MORE dingy and run down looking if it were possible. She blows out a breath, ultimately deciding against making herself an exit out of the wall (couldn't be too hard, one of them was boarded up ) and plops down on an empty stool near the end of the counter.

Propped up elbows soon give way, and she finds herself resting her head against the cool metallic surface of the counter. Stupid. Ass. Pervert. Never has time for HER, only trains her when HE feels like it, god help her if there were a pretty girl around, her weekend was pretty much shot, and playing coy with him would only get her so far before the frustrated sannin would resist her advances outright.

She clutches a fistful of blonde hair in one hand. At this rate she'd never catch up to Sasuke. Ever. Which was the whole reason for this stupid trip in the first place. It's been a year and a half already. She'd grown, she'd gotten faster, stronger (needed new clothes, much to her dismay) and the better half of it was spent skirt-chasing.

Well, chasing Jiraiya who in TURN was skirt-chasing. Whatever. She makes a mental note to punch Tsunade in the face for undoubtedly causing her mentor to lash out from the unresolved sexual tension. She wonders idly if she and Sakura would share a similar relationship when they got older. Kami, she hoped not.

She also hopes that whatever the hell Jiraiya let her drink would wear off soon, because she finds that thought inordinately funny. Too funny. In fact it just might bet he most hilarious thing ever, because it's taking ever ounce of ninja training she's got to keep herself upright on the stool, clutching her stomach with one hand and steadying herself on the counter with the other.

Actually, screw that. Ero-sennin DID say there was no legal limit here, right? And he DID give her a taste earlier, right?

So no-one would mind if she ordered something for herself, just to take the edge of and keep her from worrying about Jiraiya.

Right?

Right.

So she orders a drink, telling them to add it to “That white haired asshole in the other room” 's tab. This one's sweet. It doesn't burn like the first one did. Actually, it doesn't taste like alcohol at all, and it goes down nice and smooth.

She gets another. This one's bitter, but not strong, and bubbles cheerfully from the bottom up.

She gets another.

And another.

She tries to order another, but while she can articulate the request perfectly in her mind, her mouth wasn't cooperating, and it comes out a flurry of unrelated words. Fuck. Bartender probably thinks she's crazy. That's funny. Everything is funny. Especially the tall, blonde girl that just seated herself next to Naruto. It's summer and she's wearing a huge thick cloak. That's /really/ funny.

“You wouldn't happen to be Uzumaki Naruto, would you?”

Her voice is deep. really deep. Women don't have voices that deep. Naruto doesn't know wither to laugh or be astonished. She does both, and says nothing, only staring slack-jawed and wide-eyed up at the cloaked stranger.

“Answer my question, un.”

“Which one?”

“I only ASKED one.”

“You're no fun. ” she pouts, failing to stifle a giggle. “Yeah. I'm Naruto.” she giggles again, absently twirling a lock of golden hair between her fingers. “Why'd you wanna know lady?”

The other blond blows out a breath, failing to conceal a wry smile, before turning to a similarity dressed yet much, much more foreboding hooded figure that Naruto hadn't noticed before. Goosebumps raise on the back of her neck, and for the first time that night, she feels the tiniest twinge of unease.

“She's totally plastered, un.” the blonde one elbows his companion. “And you were worried about the nine tails putting up too much of a fight. ”

“Careful Deidara,” the hooded one reprimands, voice low and raspy. “Your overzealousness almost cost us the last jinchuuriki. I'm not leaving any room for error. ”

“You worry to much. ” the blonde grins, before placing his hand on Naruto's shoulder.

“You look bored. Wanna play a game?”

Normally Naruto would've been imminently off-put by the manic gleam in the exposed blue eye, and the just overall creepiness of the other guy-whoever he was. But that was normal Naruto.

Drunk Naruto has no such reservations

“Sure!” she slurs happily, knocking over several glasses as she attempts to remove herself from her seat. Why not? She could use some entertainment, and these guys seemed friendly enough. Hell, even if their intentions weren't exactly saint-like, she's a ninja, and a goddamn good one at that!

The night air is surprisingly cool as they step outside through the back door into the alleyway. It's dark, and garbage from the open dumpster is strewn everywhere, and despite her best efforts, Naruto stumbles and falls unceremoniously against the side of the dumpster. For some reason, this is still funny, but all she can manage is a weak laugh as the blonde one extends a hand in helping her up.

And doesn't let go.

“Um, lady, you're nice and all, but I've already got a girl I like. ” It comes out far too quietly for Naruto's liking, and that twinge of unease twists in her stomach. More like a pang now.

“That's no problem, un.” the blonde smirks, grip on her wrist growing painfully tight. “Cause I'm not a girl. ”

“Deidara...” the hooded figure drawls impatience heavy in his voice.

“No way, really?” Naruto remarks, alarm bells going off in her head. “That's...great and all but I really need to get back to my sensei n-”

THWACK

Naruto sees stars, and wonders for a moment if she's hit her head on the dumpster again, but to her relief finds herself still upright as her vision gradually clears.

And to her HORROR finds herself pinned between the wall and the feminine blond, something downright sinister reflected behind his visible eye.

“Deidara what the hell do you think you're doing?!” comes an angry hiss from the figure now looming over both of them.

“ What does it look like I'm doing, un?” the blonde sneers. “You wouldn't let me stop at the whorehouse in Sand, or the land of waves, or Rain, OR anywhere else, and god knows Pein-sama's bitch is a cock-tease, I can't take it anymore!”

“Pein didn't say anything about violating the junchuuriki before we brought them back!”

“He didn't say NOT to, un.” Deidara smirks, and despite Naruto's best (albeit sluggish and uncoordinated) attempts to break free, pins her arms over his head with one hand, and wraps the other around her throat, thumb under her chin, squeezing just tightly enough to keep her from screaming.

“Deidara I really don't think-”

“With all due respect Sasori-dana,” the blonde pauses, running his tongue up the side of her cheek, eyes half closed. “This is happening. If you want you can watch or have seconds, but I'm NOT going to stop. ”

Ah, there is is. Fear. Somehow her groggy brain had managed to find a situation-appropriate reaction. Finally.

Oh god.

She kicks. And screams. Fails miserably at both. Everything is spinning, the ground seems far to unstable and far away, as no matter how hard she squints the man on her, between her, pushing her looks blurry. EVERYTHING is blurry, and warm, and sickly.

She tries to push her hand away from her back. She can't.

She tries to slide off the knee pinned between her legs. She can't.

She tried to shy away from his mouth, his lips, his tongue forcing it's way in.

She can't.

She can, and does, however, bite his tongue. -hard- causing the blonde to jerk away and fall backwards, cursing and bleeding at the mouth.

“You little CUNT-”

Her knees give out. Flat on her stomach, she makes one last ditch effort to crawl away, but finds herself pinned flat, arms played helplessly above her head, venomous gleam in the stranger's blue eyes, and it's then she realizes she too far gone.

She can't fight, she can't run. Can't even lift her hands to form seals. Can't draw on any chakra.

She was fucked figuratively and literally.

His hands are on her again, and the fear melds into a sick, twisted unease beneath her stomach. This was wrong. These aren't Sakura's hands, Sakura's body pressed up against hers, not Sasuke's. Not even Ero-sennin. Bastard probably didn't even notice she was missing.

The sickness, the nausea gives way. It's anger now. Loathing. She feels herself shaking beneath his weight. Stupid Jiraiya. -Fucking- Jiraiya. He didn't care. -Nobody- cared.

She feels it, boiling up under her ribcage, seal coiling, skin hot to the touch, the familiar itch of teeth and nails elongating, the burn of the whiskers thickening, the distorted, pinhole vision as pupils narrow and stretch.

Malicious chakra flaming, Deidara attempts to pry himself off her, panicked as contacted skin begins visibly burn. She won't let go. Nails slicing into his wrist she lets out a keening wail from the back of her throat that ebbs out into an all out roar.

“Shit Sasori, get this thing offa me!” Deidara's struggles become desperate when Naruto refuses to relinquish her hold, malicious red chakra oozing from her pores.

“Sasori?!”

Much to Deidara's relief, he's manually pried off the enraged kunoichi.

Much to his horror, he vaguely recognizes the person holding him nearly two feet off the ground and face-level.

“You're-”

“Her teacher. ” Jiraiya snarls, slamming the blonde into the nearest wall with enough force to crack the concrete. And several of Deidara's bones.

Shit. He'd lost track of the other one. But Sasori wasn't the problem now. The problem was his enraged student covered in the two tailed chakra-cloak, quickly approaching the third. Deidara scrambles to his feet, tearing after his partner. The sannin doesn't bother to give chase.

Fuck. He exhales sharply as he pins Naruto against the wall, chakra searing his one hand, forming the necessary seals with the other and drawing out every last bit of his chakra to force the fox's into submission.

She's screaming and struggling, cries unhuman, unearthly even, eyes wide and unseeing, just the tiniest ounce of recognition behind them. If he could just reach her. . .

“Naruto, calm down” his voice shakes with the effort of staying composed. “Naruto, it's me.”

It seems to be working. Through the manic, raged-induced high Naruto feels herself coming down, her vision clearing.

She sees again, red eyes blue, wide and teary.

“You perverted bastard!”

She wants to punch him, hit him, throw him to the ground and beat him senseless. But she gives way in his arms, pulling him tighter, tighter around her. She chokes back furious tears, or at least she tries.

“You didn't even notice I was gone.”

It's not a question, not one that Jiraiya has an answer for anyways, so he says nothing, guilty sinking feeling in his gut as he holds her close as she stains his shirt with her now freely flowing tears.

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They sleep next to each other that night. Naruto doesn't ask, but she won't let go of him either. Nor does she protest when Jiraiya sinks onto the only bed and lays beside her, running his large, now burnt and chafing hands through her tangled hair.

He wants to say something, anything, to apologize, to make up, but his voice is hoarse and raw and getting her to sleep is more important than smoothing matters out, at least for now.

It's uncomfortable how close she is, her warm breath on his neck, forehead resting under his chin. Her breathing ragged and shallow, but she's calm, on the edge of sleep. He won't move, he can't move for fear of waking her.

“Ero-sennin...”

She stirs slightly, eyes cracked open to slits meeting dark narrowed ones.

“Naruto, go back to sleep. ” he murmurs, brushing stray bangs out of her face with his free hand.

“Promise you're still gonna be here when I wake up. ”

He's taken aback by the neediness, the pleading in her voice. He swallows at the lump in his throat.

“Naruto don't worry about th-”

“Promise?” her eyes are wide, fearful almost.

“Promise.” he sighs in resignation as she leans back on the bed, head pressed against his chest.

It's as he sees her lying there, body impossibly small curled up against his, he feels something. Something so potentially dangerous he shunts it to the back of his mind before giving it time to form into a coherent thought.

The line begins to blur.
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