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ᗰOᑎᔕTEᖇ	By : Sessakag Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Naruto/Hinata Views: 44706 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Three
Awareness

October 16, 2007

Naruto sat quietly, watching as the nurse re-wrapped his bandages. Finally done with all the poking and prodding, he was eager to leave. He never liked staying in the hospital despite how frequently he ended up there.
“Everything looks good, Uzumaki-san,” the doctor across the room said, “Aside from that arm and a couple of bruises, you’re in very good shape. Your healing capabilities are quite impressive,”
Naruto smiled, ruffling his hair.
“Yeah I get that a lot,”
“Also, the nurse that’s been assigned to assist you is due to return to her duties today, have you been able to find a replacement to help you while your prosthetic is being constructed?”
“Yeah, she said she’d meet up with me here after I get done with you guys,”
“Excellent, so that’s taken care of. Be sure to take your medication as prescribed and if you have any pain use the painkillers, but make sure you only use them sparingly, opioids are highly addictive. Any sign of fever, return here immediately. Any color changes to the wound, return here immediately, its very important, Uzumaki-san. Ninja or not, you have a serious wound and it needs to be monitored carefully,”
“Gotcha doc,” Naruto said grinning as the nurse moved away from his amputated arm, “I’ll be careful, ‘ttebayo”
“Good, now I have some information here for your caregiver about wound care and your diet,” he said, holding up a folder full of paper.
“Diet?”
“Its important that you stay well nourished with a balanced diet in order to ward off infection as well as make sure you’re in the best possible condition for the prosthetic attachment surgery. Ramen isn’t going to cut it,”
“Ah, yeah, right, got it. Balanced diet,”
‘Psh, I’ll get my hands on some ramen, one way or another,’
“That’s all for now, if you have any questions feel free to come back and talk to us. You’ll need another check up in about a month but if you have any concerns before then, come back and we’ll check you out,”
“Do you know how long it’ll be before my prosthetic is ready?”
“Hmmmmm,”
The doctor pulled glasses from his white coat pocket and placed them on his nose before turning to Naruto’s medical chart and flipping through its pages. He stopped at one particular page and read silently.
“It’ll be at least four to six months before Hashirama’s cells mature enough to craft a prosthetic, maybe longer,”
“I see,” Naruto pouted, a bit bummed out he’d be out of commission that long.
“Cheer up, the time will pass before you know it. Besides, it’ll give you a nice little break for once. It must be tough, being a shinobi, especially at your age,”
Naruto grinned.
“Yeah, its tough work,”
“Well you’re only seventeen, you should enjoy your youth. Hang out with friends, find some girl you fancy,”
A blush stained Naruto’s cheeks.
He doubted Sakura-chan would be interested in going out with him now that they’d brought Sasuke back. Though Sasuke had already left the village again and hadn’t taken Sakura with him, nor had he said when he’d return.
His blush vanished and a frown formed on his lips.
He had always liked Sakura and with the prospect of finally going out with her was a tangible possibility, he couldn’t say he was all that excited about it. It was a strange place he found himself in now that he had time to think about it.
That time she “confessed” to him, he hadn’t even stopped to think for a moment that she had really meant it.
Surprise, shock, he’d felt those emotions when the words left her lips.
No excitement.
No elation.
Nothing.
Even if she hadn’t been serious, shouldn’t he have felt….something? Isn’t that what he had always wanted?
He didn’t know any more.
He was pretty sure he still liked her.
Hell, he had nothing to really compare his feelings to. He didn’t really know what it meant to be in love with a girl. Outside of Sakura, the only other girl that was close to him was Hinata and his feelings towards her were far more complex and confusing than with Sakura, she made him feel…things he couldn’t really put a name to. He didn’t think he liked her like Sakura. It was a different kind of like he had never experienced before.
Hmmmmm…
How was he supposed to know what it was like to love a girl?
Maybe he could ask someone.
A perverted Kakashi reading Icha-Icha sprang into his mind.
He couldn’t help the sour look that came to his face. That was almost as bad as asking the pervy sage for advice on girls.
Hmmmm….
Iruka sensei might be able to help him. Maybe even one of the guys. Shikamaru was pretty mature and he seemed to be going out with Temari.
But he was getting ahead of himself.
He hadn’t even had the time to ask her what was going between her and Sasuke now, if anything at all.
He was too busy getting hounded by reporters and villagers and girls and anyone else that happened to see him. He’d thought the fame after the fight with Pain had been crazy, this was beyond insane.
He had people from all over the world coming to thank and speak with him, world leaders, famous celebrities, people from all walks of life. He had received metal after metal, donations and gifts, so much so that he had had to take out a few storage units to place it all in and still, it kept coming.
For a guy that had been struggling financially since coming of age to support himself, the amount of zeros on his newly opened bank account still shocked him. He wasn’t rich by a long shot, but he would definitely be comfortable for at least five or six years if he didn’t go on a spending spree.
Baa-chan had said she would get him an accountant to manage his finances, make investments and put away money for his future children’s educational needs.
He was only to happy to leave it up to her.
Mathematics was not his strong suit. He would probably be broke in a year if left alone with that much money.
But it didn’t end there.
Statues in his likeness were being crafted, books about his life were being written, he had even heard some ideas of a holiday in his honor being tossed about, of making his birthday an international holiday world wide.
It was so damn embarrassing it was a wonder he could even muster the courage to show his face around town.
Unlike the last time, however, there was no fear, no trepidation, no suspicion when the people that used to hate him now showered him with admiration and even love. And it wasn’t just because he no longer had to worry about losing control of Kurama’s power, thought that did go a long way in easing his fears, but the words Hinata spoken to him, all those months ago were still lodged firmly in his mind.
He’d gotten this far as Naruto Uzumaki and he’d remain Naruto Uzumaki. He didn’t need to play the hero or pretend like he was something he wasn’t.
He’d take all the attention in stride and remain true to himself and if his true self wasn’t what the world wanted, then so be it. To those that loved and cared about him, he was more than a “hero”, he was Naruto Uzumaki.
A comrade.
A friend.
It was more than enough for him.
He had worked hard to get where he was. He would enjoy the attention for however long it lasted and be fine when it was over, maybe even glad when it was over. He wasn’t really cut out for this kind of thing.
Besides, he still had his dream to achieve. He had enough money to live comfortably for a while, but he wasn’t going to quit being a shinobi.
It was in his blood after all.
He would continue to work hard and one day, he would be named Hokage.
“Ah yeah,” Naruto grinned, “Maybe I could use a break in that case,”
Folder in hand, Naruto thanked the nurse and doctor, promising he would let them know if he had any problems and left the hospital. As he was walking outside he spotted Sakura moving towards him.
“Hey Sakura-chan. Here for work?” he asked when she reached him.
“No, I was looking for you actually,”
“For me?”
“Yeah. So what did the doctor say?”
“Ummmm, just some stuff about taking care of my arm and getting a good rest,”
No way was he telling her about his diet. She’d make it her mission to keep him away from Ichiraku’s.
“How’s the new apartment?” she asked.
“Hmmmm, pretty big. Not used to it yet,”
Another perk for the great hero.
They had moved him from his smaller apartment to a bigger, nicer one nearly smack dab in the middle of the village. The move was good and bad. It was big enough to provide extra space and a spare room for his caregiver and not only that, he had actual neighbors now. Sai lived above him, Kiba to his left, Shikamaru below, and more of the Konoha eleven were expected to fill the vacancies once they became of age.
It was nice not to feel so isolated like he had back in his old place, but at the same time, the bigger apartment felt even more lonely when it was only him. There was so much space and no one to fill it.
The first two days he’d been there by himself had been hell before the nurse moved in.
He’d wanted to make clones just to fill the silence with another voice only to discover that losing an arm had taken away more than just his ability to eat properly.
He couldn’t form seals and mold chakra with only one hand.
He hadn’t slept at all the first two nights.
“The nurse is going back to the hospital today, right?”
“Yeah,”
“I was expecting to hear from you by now. You need a full time caregiver now right? How come you haven’t asked m?,” she asked, “And don’t say you don’t need someone to help you because you do. Its harder than you might think to function with one arm,”
“Even I know that Sakura-chan, I already asked someone to help me,”
“Oh, who-”
“N-Naruto-kun? A-are you ready to go?”
Hinata stood a few feet away, her face flushed a dull red, index fingers tapping against each other.
xxxxxx
“Hinata?” Sakura questioned, unable to keep the disbelief from her voice.
Naruto had asked Hinata to take care of him?
Why hadn’t he even thought to ask her?
His teammate?
His closest friend outside of Sasuke?
Irritation flared, something ugly, something she didn’t want to put a name to, unfurled in the pit of her stomach.
“So when did you guys start dating?” she asked, arms crossing.
She sounded bitchy even to her own ears, but she was hard pressed to do any thing about it. Ever since that supply run mission before the war Naruto and Hinata had been damn near inseparable when ever they had free time. She couldn’t even blame it all on Hinata either. The moment they got back from a mission and made their report to Tsunade, Naruto was rushing off to find Hinata to get ramen and tell her all about how his day went.
Like she was his girlfriend or something.
She already knew Hinata was head over heels in love with Naruto and had been for as long as she could remember. Everybody except Naruto knew that. But everyone also knew that Naruto was head over heels for her.
At least he claimed to be.
It didn’t feel like he liked her anymore, if he ever had in the first place and that irritated her to no end.
It felt like he was rejecting her.
Like Sasuke.
Her jaw tensed.
She was tired of guys jerking her around.
“D-D-Dating??? We’re not dating!” Naruto stammered, “You’ve got the wrong idea Sakura-chan. We’re just really good friends,”
The hurt expression that crossed Hinata’s face took the starch out her spine. Her eyes lowered.
What was she doing?
She of all people should know how hard it was to love a guy that didn’t seem to know how you felt.
Heat filled her cheeks.
She wasn’t in love with Naruto, right?
So why was she acting this way?
“I did ask Hinata to help me out, Hinata said she was willing and when I asked Baa-chan, she thought it’d be a good idea too. I hadn’t really realized it but Baa-chan mentioned Hinata has some experience in formal meetings and stuff being the heir of the Hyuuga clan, and with all the important people coming to interview me she said it’d do me good to have somebody that knew how to handle it with me otherwise I’d make the village look bad,” Naruto said with a rueful chuckle, “More importantly, she said the Hyuuga were good at managing pain with their Juuken and Byakugan so it just made even more sense for Hinata to be the one to help me,”
“Of course,” Sakura said, “Anyway, I better get going. See you guys around,”
“.….Sakura-chan?”
She avoided looking at Hinata as she made a speedy exit, feeling like an idiot.
xxxxxx
Naruto watched her go, confused.
She was acting weird again. Like she was mad at him about something.
“Umm, Naruto-kun,”
He turned to Hinata, her familiar shy fidgeting more pronounced today than it had been in a while. He felt that click of connection he always felt now when she was around.
“I-If you want, you can ask Sakura-san to care for you…..I don’t want to….to cause any problems between you two,”
His head tilted in confusion.
“Cause a problem between us? Why would you be a problem for us?”
“It just seemed that maybe Sakura-san really wanted to help you this time. I don’t want her to feel like I’m…trying to…get in the way of anything,”
Get in the way of something?
Now he was even more confused as to what she was talking about.
“Don’t be silly, Hinata, you aren’t doing anything wrong,” he assured her, “Actually you’re doing me a huge favor taking off time to do this for me when you really didn’t have to,”
He grinned, bringing his right arm up to the back of his head, only to realize he couldn’t exactly scratch the back of his head bashfully with the nub his arm had become.
Heat bloomed in his cheeks as he lowered the stump.
“Guess its easy to forget I don’t have a right hand anymore, huh?”
Her expression turned tender as she took the folder he was carrying from his hand.
“It won’t be for long, Naruto-kun. You’ll have your new prosthetic in no time, until then, I’ll help you get through this,”
Of that he had no doubt.
Over the months she’d become a quiet pillar of strength for him.
“Thanks, Hinata,” he said, his voice soft, “Thank you, for everything really. For that night back when Ero-Sennin…for being there when I needed help ever since then, during the war, even now….I’m grateful, Hinata,”
She looked bashful yet really happy. Those lavender eyes brimming with that gentle yet intense emotion that she always looked at him with.
“Y-you’re welcome…Naruto-kun,” she said just as softly, “….I’d do anything….to help you….”
Heat bloomed across his cheeks. He didn’t know why, but those words made him feel like he was being twisted in knots.
“U-u-uh, we should get going, ‘ttebayo,”
Wanting to avoid a big publicity situation, they stuck to back routes and avoided densely populated areas.
xxxxxx
“So was your dad okay with this?”
Hinata thought about the argument she had had with her father. Or rather being yelled and lectured at only for her to tell him calmly, yet firmly, that she was doing it whether he like it or not.
In the end, he had conceded to her wishes but wasn’t really on board with it, but then, he didn’t really have a choice. She had told him what she was going to do, and no amount of blustering, belittling and bellowing was going to change her mind. Father had accused her of putting Naruto over the well being of the clan, and she’d told him he was right.
That before anything else, Naruto came first.
He had stared at her as if she had lost her mind. She wasn’t so certain she hadn’t lost her mind. It was rare that she defied her father. She had bent over backwards to please him, to try and win his affections for years upon years, but when it came to Naruto, all that went out the window.
She glanced at him, feeling her heart turn over.
How could it not?
She was certain now, could say without a doubt, after all the bonding they’d done, both on the battle field and off, getting to know him and he her, that Naruto Uzumaki was her soul mate.
The other half of her heart.
Her love for him was as deep and endless as the universe they inhabited.
She couldn’t explain, how or why, just that it was.
“Yes, he’s okay with it now. There isn’t much he can do, though. I’ll be seventeen in December, old enough to get my own place and have more independence,”
“Ehhhh, your birthday’s coming soon huh. We should have a party!”
“A-a birthday party?”
“Sure! My place is bigger now, we could have all our friends over and celebrate! We don’t have many birthday parties in the village but with things more peaceful now a lot of us have some down time so more people could come,”
His happy and excited smile, how could she turn that down?
“I-if you think something like that would be okay…I’m sure our friends would enjoy it. Thank you Naruto-kun,”
“Haha, don’t sweat it Hinata. Its the least I can do for you. Besides, I’ve never been to a birthday party before,”
Her heart ached for him.
“N-Next year,” she mumbled, “I’ll throw one for your birthday,”
He grinned down at her.
“Thanks Hinata! That’d be awesome,”
“Oh!,”
xxxxxx
He stopped, looking down curiously at her.
“What’s wrong?”
Her face was a bright tomato.
Confusion, his new best friend around this particular girl, showed up. Why in the world was her face so red?
“Hinata? You okay?”
“Y-yes, I-I just remembered that I…”
She shifted a bit, avoiding his curious gaze.
“You what?” he urged.
She shifted again, clearly uncomfortable, before reaching into the pocket of her jacket and pulling out a small rectangular box tied with an orange bow.
“Hmm? What’s that?”
“.…With everything that’s been going on and the war and…Neji…I almost forgot to give you this. Happy birthday, Naruto-kun…”
He stared at her silently, his blue eyes gleaming with surprise.
“.…It was your birthday six days ago, right? October tenth?”
A smile broke out across his lips, his cheeks flushed with pleasure.
“Really?” he gushed, eyes shinning, “For me?”
“Yes, s-s-sorry I’m so late getting it to you,”
Naruto reached out, awkwardly pulling the bow loose and pulling the cover off. He got quiet again as he looked inside.
“I-I know its nothing special, and it doesn’t have the power the last one had and its not really that high quality b-but I hope you like it anyway,” she blurted out as he reached inside the small box.
He pulled out a gleaming necklace, much like the one he’d lost during his fight with Pain. It was a luminescent crystal shaped like the one Tsunade-baa-chan had given him, though inside, seeming to float among the prism of colors was another crystal, its color familiar. It had been crafted in the form of the Uzumaki crest. At the top, on both sides of the primary gem, where the gem met the black cord were two more crystals, though these were more of a really light lavender.
“I-I was able to find some of the shards of your necklace during the clean up …but it wasn’t enough to reconstruct your necklace, so I thought a few of them would be good enough. I’m sorry I couldn’t repair it for you…”
xxxxxx
She hadn’t intended to collect the shards. During clean up a week or so after the Pain attack, she, like other Hyuuga had been in charge of locating anything of value with her Byakugan, food, coin, medicine, anything that would offer relief to the displaced villagers. She’d seen the shards glistening and had went to see if they were of value. It wasn’t hard for her to identify what it was and who it belonged to considering Naruto had bragged nonstop about the necklace Tsunade-sama had given him for several weeks after receiving it.
He had been so proud to wear it.
She had felt ashamed that his precious necklace had gotten shattered, especially since her being injured had lead to Naruto’s transformation in the first place. Determined to at least pick up the shattered pieces and return them to him, she had searched around for more, though most of it had been completely disintegrated and scattered in the wind.
She had held on to the pieces for a while before deciding to send them to another village to be constructed into a necklace for him.
The finished piece had only reached her three days ago, where it had sat in her room until she happened to catch it gleaming in the sunlight from her window.
“Hinata…..I don’t….even know what to say,”
His smile was bright as he wrapped his arm around her, hugging her as tight as he was able with one arm. Hinata was sure there was steam coming out of her ears. Her heart pounded so hard against her chest she was sure Naruto could feel it.
He pulled back, white teeth gleaming.
“That necklace really did mean a lot to me,” he admitted, looking down at the luminous crystal in his hand, eyes soft, “Even if it is just a little piece, thank you, for returning it to me, Hinata,”
He held it out to her, smiling ruefully.
“Can you put it on me? I know I’d look like an idiot trying to do it myself,” he said with a chuckle.
Happiness crashing though her, she held her hand out for the necklace. A moment later, she had it tied around his neck. He lifted it up to examine it.
“What kind of crystal is this?”
Suddenly shy, she relied upon her age old habit of fidgeting to relive the anxiety as she spoke. She was sure he wouldn’t grasp the significance of rose quartz but it was still embarrassing for her to say considering she understood its meaning.
“I-Its rose quartz….its normally a soft pink color but I had the gem crafter grind it down until its almost clear because I wasn’t sure you’d want to wear a pink necklace,” she couldn’t help but giggle at the thought, “He used a special technique to make it luminescence, though he wouldn’t tell me how. The two gems at the top on either side of the necklace are called lithium quartz,”
“Waaaaaa, you really did something like that for me?”
Those beautiful blue eyes were shinny and shifting with emotion. He looked happy, elated even. Lost in his gaze, her lips moved of their own accord.
“Of course I would, because I lo-”
Her mouth snapped shut.
His head tilted, that confused curious expression she loved coming to his face.
“You what?”
Her face had never felt so hot. Her mind scrambled for an excuse to cover her blunder.
“B-because I’ve lost something before a-and I-I would appreciate if someone did something like that for me,”
“Hmmm, that’s true. Thanks Hinata! I won’t lose this one, dattebayo!”
She smiled, her heart full.
“Please keep it close to you,”
Rose quartz was the symbol of unconditional love, said to contain an energy of compassion and peace, tenderness and healing, soothing emotional wounds and calming fears and resentment. She believed that with all her heart. This necklace was a physical manifestation of her love. Whenever he felt uncertain, unloved, she hoped, prayed her feelings would reach him through it. That he would keep it and by way her love, close to his heart.
They continued walking.
“By the way, even if it had been pink, I still woulda worn it, ‘ttebayo, its not like I’m a stranger to crazy colors,” he said with a bright grin, “Hell, I’m probably the only bright orange ninja in the village, maybe even the shinobi world,”
She giggled.
“That’s true,” she agreed, “You’re certainly one to do and wear things to make statement,”
His cheeky look was hilarious.
They made their way to his apartment building and climbed four flights of stairs before reaching his door. As they neared the door, Naruto stopped, body going tense.
“Naruto-kun? What’s the matter?”
His eyes were sharp and fastened on the door.
“Something doesn’t feel right,”
Reaching back, he pulled a kunai from his ninja tool bag.
“Hinata,”
“Y-yes?”
“Can check things out with your Byakugan?”
“Of course,”
Gathering chakra behind her eyes, she activated her second sight.
Inside, she saw several chakra networks. They were hiding in various place inside the apartment.
Her smile was hidden behind his back.
“I don’t see anything dangerous, Naruto-kun,” she said, not wanting to lie to him but unwilling to spoil the surprise.
Of course, Naruto was trusting his instincts.
“Something’s off, dattebayo. Open the door slowly, then get behind me,”
She followed his instruction.
Kunai lifted, he move into the apartment. It looked undisturbed.
“Alright, whoever you are, come out and-”
“Surprise!!!”
He blinked, a bit shocked and more than a little confused as to why the remaining members of the Konoha eleven, along with Sai had let themselves into his apartment. Ino was holding a cake, Kiba had chips and a radio, Choji was eating chips, Tenten was sitting covered dishes on his kitchen table and Shino was holding a cooler.
“What are you guys doing here?” Naruto questioned with shocked delight.
“We didn’t get a chance to throw you a house warming party when you first moved in so I found out that we were all in the village together today and decided to throw you one,” Ino said with a wink.
“A House warming?” he repeated.
“Yeah dude, haven’t you ever heard of a house warming party?” Kiba asked as he flopped onto the couch, Akamaru moving to lay at his feet, “Though technically you’re sharing the house warming with me, Sai and Shikamaru,”
“Yeah! Let’s celebrate! Our springtime of youth will never fade!” Lee exclaimed, hooking an arm around Shikamaru.
“What a drag,” Shikamaru complained, moving his ear away from Lee’s loud mouth, “How’d I end up here?”
The party kicked off from there. Laughter, games and food was shared. Even Sakura seemed to be in a better mood than before. The group talked about their experience on the battle field, Naruto’s part in the war, their plans for the future and of course, they reminisced about the good ‘ol days when Neji was still alive and well, talked about parents and other friends lost. A few tears were shed but even so, the fond memories brought a smile to their faces.
By the time everyone had said their goodbyes, night had fallen.
Hinata put away the excess food and cleaned dishes while Naruto gathered trash and tossed it into the bin.
“Did you enjoy yourself, N-Naruto-kun?”
Naruto chuckled, grinning over his shoulder.
“Yeah, it was awesome! When did you guys have time to plan that?”
“I didn’t know until we got here that they were throwing a party. Ino said it was spur of the moment since everyone was in the village today and that since she knew I was coming to your house that she didn’t want to waste time trying to find me when they needed to get things set up,” she replied, “Ah, sorry about earlier. I didn’t want to lie about who was in the apartment but I didn’t want to tell you the truth and spoil everything. I did sort of lie though,”
Naruto laughed.
“It wasn’t a lie. You did say you didn’t see anything dangerous, which was true,”
She smiled.
“Maybe not a lie, but it was kind of misleading,”
He grinned.
“Its alright Hinata, I know you wouldn’t tell me a lie. You’re not that type of person. I know I can trust you,”
Face beet red, she focused harder than necessary on the cup she was washing.
“T-Thank you Naruto-kun,”
Once the apartment was tidy, Naruto showed Hinata around the apartment and then to the guest room next door to his bedroom.
The apartment was really nice, she noticed now that the party was over.
The living room was spacious, furnished with a long, tan sofa, accented with bright orange pillows, a dark brown coffee table sat atop a white and tan rug. Framed metals of bravery, valor and courage decorated the bright orange walls.
A dark brown entertainment center dominated the wall across from the couch. It contained a decent sized flat screen and a slew of games and DVDs. Video game were shelved neatly on one side while DVDs were stacked on the other. Below the television, sat the newest gaming system.
With the long, high ceiling windows surrounding the room, it made for a really pretty picture.
The kitchen was pretty state of the art, the appliances new and gleaming jet black. The cabinets painted a color that wasn’t quite gray and not quite blue. The kitchen table was a simple, square shaped surface with room to seat at least six people. The whole floor was hardwood, unscratched and shiny.
She wasn’t sure what the master bathroom looked like as she only peeked in at his bedroom, but his room was certainly amazing.
His bed was huge, fitted with a dark hardwood headboard.
In true Naruto fashion though, the bed was unmade, his white sheet and black and white bed spread hanging off the bed. His walls were tan, and a red Uzumaki crest was painted above the bed. His dark dresser had clothes hanging out of the drawers and there were scrolls and ninja tools littering the floor. Another flat screen sat atop a dresser across from the bed, another game system, controller and headphones thrown haphazardly next to it.
Posters decorated the walls, one of which made her laugh aloud.
It depicted a giant bowl of miso chashu pork ramen and below were the words: “Ramen or nah?”
Along side the silly posters were more framed accolades.
Despite the mess, there was a beautiful space opposite the bathroom that was curved out into a semi circle, the floor raised two steps higher than the bedroom floor. A long, orange window seat with dark gray pillows curved around the wall. Large windows, much like the ones in the living room followed the curve. With its high archway, it looked like a mini living room.
It too had suffered the carelessness of a teen and had orange sweat pants bunched on the seat.
He’d moved on rather quickly, bashfully asking her to excuse the mess. She’d only smiled as they moved on to her room. The walls were painted a mild blue, the bed a soft looking queen size, that was made up with a white sheet and blue and black bed spread.
There were two black dressers, one fitted with a flat screen atop.
Next he showed her the bathroom she would be using.
Much like everything else, it was modern and shinny. It was decorated in a forest green and boasted a pretty sizable tub and shower.
He seemed overly excited to have company and didn’t try to hide that fact at all. He smiled a lot, and talked animatedly though he admitted he didn’t know a thing about decorating but the people that had done it for him had done a great job.
Minutes later he left her to bathe.
She wasn’t concerned about him going alone, she’d been informed that Naruto was completely capable of bathing himself and getting his underpants and pajamas on. Putting on a shirt was an entirely different matter though.
Her clothing and personal effects, delivered by the Hyuuga clan, had already been placed in the bedroom, though still in boxes and suitcases.
She had almost unpacked everything when a shadow fell across the door.
Naruto stood in the doorway, hair wet, button up pajamas open and a hard blush staining his cheeks.
“Uh…..I uh, can’t get the buttons closed,” he said by way of explanation.
Red stained her cheeks.
She moved towards him, striving for nonchalance. She didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable asking her for help. She was here to make his life simpler until he was whole again, not make his life more complex. Her palms were sweaty, her heart beating a mile a minute, but she managed to stay upright as she crossed over to him.
“Of course, N-Naruto-kun,”
His chest was amazing.
The muscles were defined and looked hard under his tanned skin. She wasn’t a stranger to the male chest. She was a shinobi after all, the guys often trained without shirts. But something about his was different. Kiba, Neji, and Shino did nothing to illicit a response from her. They didn’t even inspire a blush.
Naruto however….it didn’t feel like looking at just a chest, it was like looking at the chest of a man.
Her eyes moved over his muscular pectorals, her breath catching at the luminous necklace resting between them. Her eyes continue their way down his six pack to the v-shaped cuts disappearing beneath his orange pajama bottoms.The dark ink of the seal surrounding his naval was tantalizing.
Her face, she was sure, had to be so red it was turning purple by now.
She felt warm and light headed. It wasn’t the normal heat from a blush, no this was different…
It pooled low in her belly and spread all over her body. Her heart pounded as she moved closer to him. She couldn’t help but draw in a breath of his scent, heady pleasure filling her head.
Her fingers moved nimbly over the buttons, fastening as she went.
“All done,” she said once finished, stepping back.
Her eyes drifted down and to the side. She was awfully aware of his presence.
“Thanks Hinata….so uh….I guess I’ll go to bed now. You can have a bath if you want to and if you need anything don’t be afraid to wake me up though you might have to shake me a awake. I’m a really heavy sleeper,” he said with a chuckle.
Her fingers moved, bumping against each other as she stole a glance at his face. He had a small grin on his face, though his cheeks were a dull red. She wondered if it was just the intimacy and embarrassment of someone buttoning his cloths or if he felt even a sliver of what she’d felt.
“T-Thank you, N-Naruto-kun. I-I hope you sleep well,”
“You too Hinata, goodnight!”
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Naruto groaned, teeth clenched as he shifted in bed.
Pain radiated down his arm, excruciating in its intensity. Sweat rolled down his back and face. His eyes squeezed shut as he tried to brace against the uncomfortable sensation. It felt like someone was squeezing the life out of his right arm while stabbing it over and over with a hot serrated blade.
He rolled again, blanket and sheet twisting around his legs.
He tried to move his arm, to wiggle his fingers. He couldn’t feel his fingers at all. They were numb or something. More pain vibrated up his arm and over his shoulder. He woke fully, jackknifing up and reaching to grab his throbbing forearm, only to grab an empty sleeve.
It took him a moment to realize why he was grasping at air.
He looked at the nub of his arm.
With a sigh that was more of groan, he reached up and smoothed his hand over his heated face, then up over his damp locks.
Sharp pain shot up his amputated arm.
Phantom Pain was what the doctor said it was. Sometimes a person that had a limb amputated experienced pain from an area of the body that was no longer there. Something about the brain and spinal cord causing it or some fancy medical explanation that he hadn’t understood at the time and still didn’t get now.
All he knew is that it freaked him out sometimes because he could swear his arm was actually there when it hurt like that.
Unable to stand the throbbing, he slid to the side of the bed and stood, walking over to the bathroom.
He searched the medicine cabinet for his pain medication.
“Where’d I put it, ‘ttebayo,” he questioned in frustration.
With a sign, he made his way out of the bathroom, through his bedroom and into the darkened hallway, glancing at Hinata’s bedroom door. He hoped he didn’t wake her, but he needed his medication otherwise he wouldn’t be able to sleep.
He moved as quietly down the hall as he could, thankful his apartment was brand new and therefore had not developed any creaky floorboards yet. He squinted, trying to make out shapes in the dark living room. The moon barely provided enough light to see his hand in front of his face. He looked around for an orange pill bottle but came up empty. He was searching under the couch when the light came on.
He looked up.
Hinata stood in the entrance to the hall, her hand on the light switch, her other hand clutching together her robe.
“Naruto-kun, are you alright?”
He couldn’t stop the dull heat in his cheeks as he took in her disheveled appearance and mussed hair.
He’d never really though of her as being a female before…
Sure he knew she was a girl but it hadn’t really….registered in his mind before, what that meant. He was usually too distracted to worry about anything like gender when among shinobi. Sure he noticed with specific girls like Sakura and Ino, but this was a shock to his system.
Sakura didn’t have near as many curves as Hinata apparently did.
The lavender robe was thin and silky, outlining the generous curve of her hips and the gentle swell of a pretty big chest…..that he hadn’t really noticed until now.
His flush deepened.
“Naruto-kun?”
“A-a-ah y-yeah, I was uh looking for my pain medication,”
Concern bloomed on her face.
She moved towards him and he found himself hard pressed to keep his eyes from the sway of hips. He wasn’t that eager to remove the pain now as it was the only thing that was keeping a certain something from rising and embarrassing him beyond belief.
He was beginning to think this break from shinobi life was going to be more trouble than it was worth.
With no immediate danger to focus on, his mind was wandering in strange and unfamiliar places. Sure he’d had dirty thoughts and fantasizes once and awhile, but they were usually about Sakura, a girl he liked, or Ino, a girl that wore clothes that sometimes left little to the imagination.
Never in his entire life could he say he had ever fantasized about Hinata while masturbating.
She was so shy and innocent and covered herself up with a bulky jacket that the thought had never crossed his mind. While she certainly wasn’t indecently uncovered at the moment, the curves she displayed now were sending his mind for a loop.
“I can do something about your pain now if you want, we can find you medication in the morning so you can get some rest,” she suggested, kneeling as he was in front of the couch.
Suddenly his mouth felt really dry.
“U-uh yea, if you wouldn’t mind.
She smiled.
“Of course, Naruto-kun,”
Her hand slipping into the open neck of his shirt was a shock to his senses. Her touch was infinitely gentle and warm, the skin of her palm and fingers soft as they glided over his skin.
His breath hitched and a shiver crawled up his spine.
“N-Naruto-kun? Are you okay? Did that hurt?”
“Uh, no,” he mumbled, “The pain is fading,”
And it was, with each touch of her hand and chakra the agony was releasing its strangle hold. Unfortunately, it was eliminating the only thing he had right now to counter the inappropriate feelings that were churning in his gut. While she worked, that robe had slipped, bearing a smooth shoulder and the blue strap of something just as lacy.
He looked away, face beet red, focusing every drop of inner strength he had to keep his pajama bottoms from tenting.
Long, slow minutes crept by.
Her delicate scent reached his nose. He felt heated sensation skirt over his skin. He gulped, sweat beading his temples as he watched her move. She was completely focused on her task, giving him time to observe her in an unguarded moment. Her dark lashes were think crescent moons on her pale cheeks. Her hair looked velvety smooth, made his fingers itch to run through the mussed mass.
Her lips looked soft and lush, her little upturned nose rounded at the top.
She was really…
Beautiful…
Her heated fingers slipped over his shoulder and down his shortened arm. He bit back a groan at the softness of the caress. The unfamiliar sensation of someone else touching him so intimately sending heat to his groin.
“How’s that feel?”
Her voice was soft, sliding over his ears like the softest of silk.
“Naruto-kun? Is it better?”
He snapped back to reality.
“Ah, y-y-yeah, its much better, p-p-perfectly better,” he stammered, eyes wide, heart pounding.
He nearly collapsed in relief when she pulled back, deactivating her Byakugan.
“That should do at least for a few hours. Are you sure you’re feeling okay, Naruto-kun?”
“I-I’m fine, g-great actually. Well I better be uh, getting back to bed now, sorry for waking you up like that, see you in the morning,”
He barely waited for her reply as he stood and beat feet to his bedroom.
“Ah, uhm, no problem, N-Naruto-kun. Goodnight,”
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