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Chapter III
Naruto wore a lazy grin as he watched his wife consume the last remnants of her ramen broth directly from her bowl, just like he had taught her. It had taken him a while to convince this shy, but very proper Lady that eating ramen while minding table manners didn't do the dish enough justice. Although she would never slurp as openly, carelessly, or blissfully as he did, having her drink ramen broth directly from the bowl was an accomplishment in itself. He was certainly proud of the baby steps she had taken.
He leaned over casually, resting his chin on his hand, while his elbow accosted the smooth surface of the counter. He took these precious moments to weigh in the several different, but successful, methods of seduction he had customized just for his beloved Hinata-chan, wondering which one to use. With a smirk, Naruto reached for his sake ochoko, trying to decide if maybe he should start ripping her clothes off as soon as they walked past the front door of their home, or maybe ambush her in the bathroom when she went to wash up before bedtime. He brought the alcoholic beverage to his lips, picturing himself as he took her right in front of the sink for a little mirror action.
The sake washed over his throat, and he exhaled with a dopey grin, barely able to contain a snicker.
"What's so funny?" his wife asked, curious.
This time Naruto chuckled. "Nuthin', nuthin'. Just in a good mood, that's all."
"Is that so?" Hinata smiled and shook her head slightly.
Naruto mimicked her with a melodramatic headshake of his own and began spinning the ochoko absently, briefly captivated with how the clear substance gently sloshed randomly within its ceramic confines. Maybe it had to do with the pleasant buzz he was nursing—he really didn't know—but an impromptu rendez-vous in the bathroom didn't sound that bad.
He chuckled quietly as he brought the ochoko to his lips once again. He had to wonder how his bashful little wife would handle that kind of sneak attack from him, but perhaps if he summoned a few clones—she did seem pretty friendly them at the office, after all—, he could trap her in the bathroom to have his way with her. Hell, maybe if he lit up the deepest, most secret depths of her desires, he could even gang-bang her à la Naruto style and she wouldn't even mind!
As soon as the Rokudaime Hokage became aware of the direction his thoughts were taking him, he very ungracefully and very painfully choked on his sake. He haphazardly slammed the ochoko on the counter-top, coughing and wheezing painfully, disregarding the remaining sake that spilled over the counter.
"Naruto-kun!" Hinata exclaimed, bewildered and worried by her husband's sudden and inexplicable fit.
Naruto continued coughing, waving her concern away and grabbing his napkin to wipe the sake that, to his embarrassment, trickled down from his nostrils.
"Naruto…" Hinata almost whispered, still frowning, and partially wondering if the whole clone move she pulled on him had distraught him that much. He seemed fine when they left the office, but just to be cautious, Hinata promised herself not to goof around with his kage bunshins anymore. "Are you sure you're okay…?"
With a face that still showed how much agony he was in, he nodded and cleared his throat uncomfortably, using the same napkin to wipe the liquid he had accidentally teemed about the counter. The sake Teuchi served him today was very concentrated and the burn he felt, when it had backwashed in his throat, would be the kind he knew he'd still be feeling several hours later. It was poetic justice, he supposed—putting gang-bang and Hinata in the same sentence was something that deserved this self-inflicted punishment.
Still not convinced, Hinata rubbed his back soothingly, and Naruto, of course, proceeded to feel bad. There he was, having dirty thoughts about her and his clones while she was worried-sick about him.
"I'm…" he coughed one more time. "I'm okay, I promise."
"Here," she said, offering him her cup of tea. "Wash it down; it'll make you feel better."
He smiled, grateful, and took a careful sip.
"Thanks, Love," murmured Naruto and placed the tea back on the counter.
Okay, so maybe involving his clones in his little plan was too much of a good idea. Sure, it would be unbelievably hot, but there wasn't a snowball's chance in hell she'd even consider going as far as making love to a horde of Narutos; he'd have to live to see the day. Though his beloved Hinata-chan had made long strides in terms of how open she was in the midst of intimacy, just like in other areas of her life, she was still very much a work in progress.
Lucky for him, it wasn't particularly difficult to charm his way into her panties for some old-fashioned yet incredible lovemaking, but he couldn't help wanting to make things a little more interesting every once in a while. Not only did his reputation as the most unpredictable ninja demanded it, but he was still so unbearably horny even after all that okerinasai sex.
Yes. He truly was insatiable, to put it in his lovely wife's terminology.
Hinata, for her part, continued rubbing Naruto's back gingerly, still frowning. He was up to something. She just knew he was. Not only was the way he avoided making eye contact with her a dead giveaway, but she somehow knew that the flush dusting his cheeks had nothing to do with his buzz or the little mishap he just had with his drink. And by the looks of it, this would probably be one of his most intricate schemes yet.
As a matter of fact, I'm willing to bet that it's going to be another long night of catch-up, she mused, folding her hands on her lap. It wasn't that she particularly minded his obvious lust for her—not in the least bit actually—but considering he was in one of those moods again, she had to wonder how he would top the way he had ravished her so thoroughly the night before. Any other woman would probably be begging for a break, but, although she didn't have anywhere near the stamina he had, her hunger for him was secretly just as insatiable. Her excuse was that they were still practically newlyweds, so it was only logical to have such a sexual appetite for each other.
When he finally decided to meet her gaze, his blue eyes sparkled impishly despite his best efforts to remain casual.
Hinata bit her bottom lip slightly in anticipation. "What…?" she asked, feigning innocence and mustering up the cutest, most naïve pout for dramatic effect.
"Nothing." His expression, on the other hand, finally changed from embarrassment to mischief. He had finally given in to his true nature, and Hinata was surprised that he had resisted that long.
"Right…"
Naruto arched an eyebrow quaintly.
"I know what you're thinking, Naruto…"
"What do you mean?"
The playfulness in his eyes disappeared and was immediately replaced with a blinking, clueless gaze which Hinata had fallen for oh so many times in the past.
"What…?" he insisted.
Luckily, she now knew better. Hinata smirked—a habit she had adopted from him, in fact. He would always pull that look as soon as he knew she knew he was up to no good.
"I think you know exactly what I mean…"
Naruto reached over to gently fiddle with a lock of her silky hair, continuing to feign innocence. "Babe, I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Of course you don't… Babe." Hinata's smile turned into a grin and she leaned towards him. "I mean, the fact you only call me that when you're trying to get into my undergarments is completely coincidental, right?" she sultrily whispered into his ear.
"Undergarments…?" Naruto cackled. "You're so cute, Hinata-chan. Always so proper."
The indigo-haired beauty only narrowed her eyes at him. Secretly, however, she was miffed with herself. It was just her luck that she sucked at flirting. It often took one ridiculous thing like a nerdy word to thwart her efforts.
Naruto cracked a wicked smile and, without missing a beat, he resoundingly and quite crudely declared, "Babe, I'm always trying to get into your panties."
"Na-Naruto-kun!" she admonished, pulling back into her seat.
"What?" That innocent look again; he knew exactly what he had done.
Flushed, she looked about her worriedly and, eventually relieved to find they were the last patrons in the humble ramen stand and that Teuchi and Ayame were still in the kitchen clanking pots and pans away, she turned to him again.
"Do you have to be so loud?" she hissed.
Naruto chuckled. "Well, you certainly didn't fall in love with me 'cause I was the quiet type, now did you?"
"Unfortunately, no, but do you have to talk about that in public!"
"You started it!"
"I did not!" Hinata argued.
"Of course you didn't." When a thought crossed his mind, he grinned again and leaned over to her, huskily murmuring, "So you mean you like it when I talk to you like that in private?"
Hinata's flush turned an embarrassing scarlet. "That's not what I meant!"
"Uh-huh…" he whispered in her ear, hushed as she requested, but Hinata had the feeling he had ulterior motives, particularly with how close he had gotten. Not seconds later, she couldn't contain the shiver that trailed across the flesh of her neck under his warm breath, especially when his teeth trapped her lower ear and felt his lips wrap around lobe to suckle it.
"The way you're blushing up a storm has nothing to do with it, right?" he prodded, even if he already knew the answer.
"N-no…"
"Heh, you really suck at lying, Hinata-chan," Naruto remarked, chuckling and settling into his stool again.
Hinata pouted prettily and Naruto laughed softly.
"Admit it. You love it when I talk dirty to you."
"Oh, stop it," she quietly scoffed.
"It's okay, Babe—regardless of your unreasonable denials, I still love you, anyway." He reached over and caressed the exposed skin of her arm, gliding his fingertips gently across.
"Whatever…" she grumbled, blushing in reaction to his loving touch and his playful term of endearment. She still pouted, though, resisting his wicked ways.
Naruto grinned, delighting in how he made goose bumps form a trail on her skin.
"I mean it," he assured, still smiling but with an honest gaze.
Hinata looked into his eyes and felt her heart melt. She bit her bottom lip, fighting a smile of her own, but failing miserably. Her eyes then turned to where he was touching her and placed a hand over his.
Naruto chuckled as he rose from his barstool to stand behind her and wrap his arms around her snuggly. The sound of her blissful sigh and the way she placed her arms over his, resting her head against his chest, made him groan contentedly.
"Hina-hime…?" he whispered, taking advantage of her ease around him and sneakily nibbling at her earlobe again. He hummed approvingly when he felt her shiver.
"Y-yeah…?"
"What do you say we go home right now…" his husky voice had her blushing furiously; it was low, suggestive, and raspier than usual, "and I really show you just how much I love calling you Babe…?"
"Na-Naruto-kun…" Hinata felt her husband place his hand on her cheek and gently, yet firmly, turn her face towards his, kissing her teasingly.
"Please… Hina-chan…" he quietly pleaded against her rose-tinged lips. "I've missed you…"
How could she resist that? How could she resist him?
"Al-… alright…"
In the midst of their kiss Naruto grinned briefly and then deepened their embrace. His heart swelled when he heard her whimper.
"Jeez… will you two get a room already!"
The couple's kiss ended abruptly with a loud pop and Hinata's automatic eep did not fail her. Naruto, on the other hand, donned an aggravated frown and growled as he pulled away.
He turned around to see Temari, Ino, Tenten, and Sakura giggling like silly little schoolgirls. Hinata's blush began to turn purple. Those girls would never let her live that kind of public display of affection down.
"What do you want, Ino!" Naruto demanded, a lot ruder than he intended.
Ino smirked, impervious to his tone. She walked into the ramen stand and grabbed Hinata's elbow, dragging her off her barstool and towards the congregation of estrogen.
"We are heading to the bathhouse to have some quality girl time, and we needed to get Hinata before heading there."
Naruto raised an eyebrow and looked over at the other kunoichi who carried bath products and towels. This was the last thing he needed.
"Let's go, Hinata-chan," Ino said, turning from the speechless Hokage.
"But, but…!" Naruto stomped stubbornly and folded his arms tightly, pouting and frowning severely.
"Oh, Naruto, please," Sakura turned, along with the other girls, and rolled her eyes, "The guys are all hanging out at the bar. They were wondering where you were, and Sasuke-kun asked me to remind you. Something about you two agreeing to have a drink once you guys returned to Konoha, or whatever."
Naruto inwardly groaned. He had totally forgotten about that. Some of his subordinates, particularly Konohamaru and Sasuke, were already ragging on him about how obsessed with Hinata he was. If he didn't show, he was sure he'd never hear the end of it, and not just from those two anymore.
"But Hinata-chan and I had plans!" he argued. Furthermore, he didn't feel like drinking anymore after choking on his sake. His throat was still burning. "We've had a long day, and we were going to—"
"Save it." Temari smirked, effectively interrupting Naruto's rant. "You'll get your chance to rape this little Hyuuga, but not until we're done."
"Te-Temari-san!" Hinata squeaked. Why didn't Naruto think of using that Hiraishin technique of his in times like these?
The poisonous look Naruto gave the sand kunoichi thoroughly amused her. She was glad she married a Konoha shinobi. Sure, they were intense and passionate, but they were also so nice, they were really easy to manipulate sometimes. The desert made men from her side of the world impetuous and arrogant.
"You know, Temari, when you're out of town, Shikamaru is borderline unbearable, but I have to say, I prefer to deal with a snappy, sex-deprived lazy ass compared to some pushy, cock-blocker bossing me around! Isn't it time you go back to Suna?" Naruto asked.
"Naruto-kun!" Hinata was scandalized.
Temari chuckled, impressed by his spunk. Naruto, if she dared say, was somewhat of an exception in her book, and she expected nothing less from him. "Actually, I just got in. Remember, we left Suna together, but you were too much in a rush to get into Hinata's knickers and I wasn't about to break my neck trying to keep up with you."
"Hey!" Naruto protested. "Show some respect!"
Temari snorted. "Hinata's a big girl; she can handle that kind of talk, right?" She turned to the clan leader to verify.
Hinata only whimpered. More underwear talk? Last time she checked, her panties didn't have a national holiday.
"Don't be shy. Hell, I totally raped Shika-kun as soon as laid eyes on him," stated the eldest sand sibling off-handedly.
"Okaaaay!" Ino interjected. "That's way more than anyone needs to know!"
"Hinata's not going," Naruto said, walking over to Hinata and having had enough of this nonsense. "I want to spend time with her." He took her hand and pulled her to him. Ino, however, wasn't budging.
"Jeez, you're so needy! Give the poor girl some breathing room!"
The indigo-haired beauty sighed. It was just her luck to be the rope in a tug-o-war of wills.
"But-… but Hinata doesn't even have a towel, or all that fancy stuff you girls are carrying with you right now!"
"Neither does Tenten, but we all know that they have towels at the bathhouse, and we can share, right Hinata?"
"Umm…"
"So, it's settled!" Ino interrupted. "You go hang out with the guys until we finish taking our bath! Let's go, Hinata."
Hinata sent an apologetic look to Naruto, helplessly mouthing an I'm so sorry to him as they dragged her away.
Naruto stood dumbfounded, his shoulders slumped and his arms dangling limply in defeat. Sometimes he wished that his best group of ninja didn't know him since childhood. By default, they thought they could disregard his authority.
"Gah! I hate blondes!" he hollered, particularly glaring daggers at Ino and Temari. Who did they think they were?
Taking a deep breath, he turned in the direction of the bar. He considered abducting Hinata, but he knew that against four kunoichi, things would probably get messy.
On the opposite direction of the street, numerous giggles could be heard as the group of women chatted animatedly.
A certain dark-haired beauty did not display the same kind of enthusiasm, however.
"Are you alright, Hinata-chan?" Sakura asked quietly.
"Hm?" Distraught, Hinata looked up. She hadn't even realized the girls had stopped talking and focused their attention on her.
"Oh… umm… yeah, I'm okay," she voiced quietly.
"Why the long face? You're acting as if somebody died!" Temari asked with a smirk. These two have it real bad for each other…
"It's nothing," she assured, still quietly.
Tenten raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"
"I… I just miss him…" she admitted sheepishly.
"Who? Naruto? But you just left him like 30 seconds ago!" Ino exclaimed.
"Leave her alone, Ino-pig!" Sakura demanded. "It's okay, Hinata-chan…" she assured. "We all know what it's like to be in love, but sometimes you just have to make the boys suffer a little bit, you know? Make him miss you, instead!"
"That's right," Temari added. "They start getting cocky if you give them too much attention, or worse yet, they take you for granted!"
"But he did miss me. Besides, Naruto-kun isn't like that, Temari-san…"
Ino smirked. "Wow, Hinata… we seriously need to give you a crash course in the ways of love and how to make it work to your advantage!"
"I don't think I need a crash course… we're very happy the way we are…" Hinata mumbled.
Temari rolled her eyes, and Sakura only looked at her with sympathy.
"Temari is right about them getting cocky, though," Tenten added.
"You would know exactly what Temari is talking about," Ino retorted sarcastically. "You didn't have to worry about Neji becoming cocky; he was born with a stick up his rear. That cockiness is ingrained in that arrogant Hyuuga ass…—no offense, Hinata."
"None taken…" Hinata mumbled pitifully.
Tenten chuckled. "I suppose you're right… but I like them cocky. I like my man sure of himself. The last thing I need is a wimp!"
"You got that right!" all the girls agreed with a giggle that was swallowed by the entrance of the bathhouse.
Hinata, on the other hand, didn't find it amusing in the least; she didn't feel the need to validate Naruto's confidence or courage.
"So whose bright idea was it to come here so late anyway?" Temari thought to ask as they walked into the changing room and started to discard their clothes.
"Miss Thang here got fed up with Sai and decided to drag me out here," Sakura explained, pointing her thumb towards Ino. "Then we saw Tenten and Neji having tea at The Lotus, and we decided to ask her to come along, too."
"What did Sai do?" asked Tenten.
"Ugh…!" That was Ino. "He scared a customer away. A kid, for crying out loud! I swear, I've never met someone so socially inept!"
"Tell me something I don't know," Sakura muttered.
They walked out of the changing room to an open area with a large steaming pool. They discarded their towels and, after folding them, carefully climbed into the bath.
"So a cute little boy walks into the flower shop looking to buy flowers for the girl he likes at school," Ino began as she settled into the pool with a relieved expression on her face—the water felt heavenly. "He takes an interest in the lilies, and when he's about to grab a handful, Sai goes to him and says, 'Did you know that lilies symbolize death?' I wanted to die. A while back I told him that it really helps customers when they understand the meaning of the flowers, but, of course, leave it to Sai to get himself and everyone around him into awkward situations! I felt so bad when the boy started crying, I ended up giving him some flowers for free!"
Temari smirked. "Why would someone tell that to a kid?"
"Obviously you don't know Sai," Sakura grumbled.
"I thought lilies symbolized the restored innocence of the soul at death…" Tenten remarked.
"They do! He could've just said that lilies meant innocence, or just suggested another flower altogether! And I thought Naruto was the clueless one!"
"Naruto-kun is not clueless!" Hinata said firmly. The girls looked at her with shock. Hinata had been so quiet that, for a second, they had almost forgotten she was there.
"Says the woman who waited more than a decade for him to realize she wanted to jump his bones," Temari smirked.
Ignoring Temari's lewd remark, Hinata continued. "In fact, he's very intelligent, and kind, and wonderful, and…"
"Okay, okay, we get it… Naruto is every woman's dream," Ino interrupted dismissively.
"He is!" Hinata declared fervently, crossing her arms indignantly.
Ino smirked and Sakura's eyes widened… she had never seen Hinata defend Naruto that passionately. She guessed Hinata finally got fed up with people making fun of her husband. Sakura didn't blame her, though. She knew that if people dared make fun of her Sasuke-kun, she was bound to make a crater in their faces.
Tenten, for her part, just smiled at Hinata with understanding, and Temari arched an eyebrow mischievously.
"Is he, now…?" Temari inquired.
"Yes, he is!"
She grinned like the Cheshire cat. "Is that right? If that's the case, how big…?"
Only Temari would determine a man's worth based on the size of his package… Tenten thought, shaking her head slightly, but smirking nonetheless.
Hinata had already opened her mouth to continue defending Naruto's honor, but, when she grasped the meaning of Temari's question, her face turned the color of a ripe plum.
Ino smirked. "Oh ho… this is getting interesting…"
Hinata only sunk lower into the water.
"Well…?" Temari urged.
"I'm n-not going to disclose that k-kind of information!" Hinata blubbered, her lips under the water. That was none of their business!
Ino snickered and moved closer to Hinata. "You know… you don't have to tell us… you can always show us…"
"What do you mean…?"
Ino grinned and settled right in front of her. "Well… you know…" She brought her hands from under the water and positioned them close to five inches apart, the palms facing each other. "Sai is about this big," she explained. "It might not be a monstrosity, but he certainly knows how to use it… if anything, all that reading has done him some real good…" she said slyly.
Temari only snorted. "I beg to differ… size makes a hell of a difference to me!"
Ino snorted in return. "You're one to talk! I'd be surprised if Shikamaru stays awake past foreplay!"
"More like after being undressed…" Tenten mumbled with a snicker, though, lucky for her, Temari was more preoccupied with her fellow blonde. The look the sand Kunoichi gave Ino could almost curd milk.
"If anybody should ever feel lucky, it's the girl who ends up dating Chouji…" Tenten mused, earning giggles and blushes—especially from Hinata. "Choose your size!" she added dramatically as if she was selling fish in the market.
"Would you like a small, medium, or large?" Sakura quipped.
"Oh, baby… you can supersize me any… time…" Temari joked.
"You know, Ino-pig… if you weren't so shallow you could've dated him!"
"Eww, no! I'm not that desperate, Forehead!"
"What do you mean, 'eww'?" Temari questioned. "Chouji is really a nice guy… even if he's always stuffing his face. I got to know him better in this last trip to Suna. We talked a lot when we were traveling… Shikamaru isn't exactly the most conversational guy around… thinks it's a drag to talk for long periods of time, so traveling with him can get boring sometimes."
"You know…" Sakura interjected. She really wanted her friends to stop babbling and focus on the shy little Hyuuga. So what if she was curious as to how well-endowed Naruto was! She was his teammate for years. A girl gets curious, you know…!
"Hinata hasn't told us about Naruto…"
"Oh, yeah!" Ino agreed, turning to Hinata again with a playful grin.
Hinata only sank deeper and closed her eyes with dread. For a second she had been relieved that the girls had forgotten about her.
Sakura, in an effort to inspire the shy clan leader, decided to speak. "Well, Sasuke is about this big." She made the same gesture as Ino—only with a bit more space in between, and smiled smugly as she watched all the girls—except Hinata—raised their eyebrows, impressed.
"Neji is about the same," Tenten added, making roughly the same measurement.
Hinata shuddered. She did not need to know that.
"Shikamaru is about the same, too," Temari voiced. Her smile, however, surpassed Sakura's smugness. "The only difference is that he's almost as thick as the fat end of a baseball bat!"
"Yeah, right…!" Ino spat.
"Wow…" was all Sakura could say. She then turned to Hinata, and the fact that she still remained so composed after Temari's admission had kind of began to annoy her. Then… her eyes widened. It could only mean one thing…
"Hinata."
She looked at Sakura questionably.
"How big?"
The chatting immediately died after hearing Sakura's tone. Everyone turned and looked at Hinata expectantly.
Sighing in defeat, Hinata resurfaced her chin from the water and, bringing her hands from under the water, repeated the same gesture the other girls had made. She observed how the distance between her palms had the girls' jaws dangling open and eyes at the brink of popping out of their sockets.
"No… way…" Tenten whispered.
"That looks painful…" Ino muttered in amazement.
"O-only at first… w-when we started d-doing it…" Hinata mumbled, and flinched when she realized what she was saying. Lucky for her, the girls didn't hear her.
"Some girls have all the luck…" Temari grumbled bitterly.
Sakura blushed, regretting pushing the matter. She knew she could never again look at Naruto in the same light. Her inner Sakura berated her for turning him down for all those years.
"Is he thick, too?" Leave it to Ino to want as much information as possible.
Hinata's eyes widened at the girl's shamelessness, and she sank half her face under the water again.
"Well?" That was Temari.
Hinata, thoroughly mortified, gave the faintest nod, hoping the girls wouldn't notice her admission. To her misfortune, Ino's squeal proved otherwise.
"You've gotta tell us…" Ino began.
"Tell you what…?" Hinata asked, briefly emerging from under the water to speak.
"Uhh, details…!" Temari explained, as if it was the most obvious thing.
Hinata shied away and shook her head vehemently. "T-that's private…!" she squeaked.
"Oh, c'mon Hinata… it's not like we're going to tell people or something!"
"I'd be worried with Ino-pig in the premises if I were her…" Sakura retorted.
"Shut up, Forehead! It's not like you're any better!"
"Can't help it if you corrupted me!"
"What. Ever!"
"Well…" Temari interjected. "I gotta admit I'm curious when it's the most hyperactive ninja and the shyest kunoichi in all five countries we're talking about. You're like the most mismatched couple I've ever come across, so I'm really drawing a blank when I try to imagine you two doing the nasty in the sack."
Hinata flushed brightly. Why in the world would Temari want to imagine anything involving her and Naruto being intimate? Seriously… people really confused her sometimes.
"Well, opposites do attract…" Sakura pointed out.
"Yeah. Look at Forehead and Tomato Eyes. She's all perky and bubbly, and he's all broody and mysterious."
"Talk about a contrast," Tenten commented.
"I bet that doing it with him is worse than attending a funeral…" Ino remarked impishly.
"Shut up, Ino-pig!" was Sakura's indignant rebuke.
"Girls, focus!" Temari… again. Being the oldest apparently made her the voice of reason.
"This is not about Sakura and Sasuke," she reminded. "So… Hinata-chan…"
"Y-yes…?"
"Drop the innocent act, already. I get the feeling you're not as sweet and innocent as people believe you to be. I've seen what you can do in battle… you're one mean kunoichi when you put your mind to it, so fess up!"
Hinata looked at Temari, blushing furiously. She turned her gaze towards the rest of the girls who were watching her expectantly. She took a deep breath, realizing that these women were willing to turn into estrogen broth in the hopes to hear her story. Sometimes Hinata hated herself for being so kind and feeling sorry for the group of women.
Sighing again, she began to speak…
Naruto walked listlessly with his hands shoved in his pockets, not particularly thrilled about having to hang out with dudes when he'd been looking forward to spend time with, as far as he was concerned, the hottest girl in Konoha.
There were a few wandering souls, just like him, who walked the streets of Konoha. Occasionally he would run into patrolling chunin who would greet him respectfully when they realized who he was and he would return the greeting half-heartedly. Most simply assumed that their Hokage's lacking spirit had something to do with the missing company of a certain Hyuuga clan head.
Initially, only those among the Rookie 12, a few older ninjas, and a handful of villagers knew of Hinata's steadfast feelings towards the blond loudmouth. When said blond promised himself he'd help Hinata live a little, logically, he began to spend more time with her. The villagers took immediate note of this, as did the whole ninja force in the village. Pretty soon, rumors that the Hokage and the Hyuuga leader were an item began spreading like a wildfire infused with chakra, much to the dismay of the jinchuuriki's fan club.
Naruto tried dispelling such rumors for Hinata's sake, but since he didn't know any better, he couldn't for the life of himself understand why people refused to believe him, let alone why they congratulated him instead on "finally getting a clue."
Hinata, for her part, not only had to deal with sour looks from Naruto's fangirls, but she also had to endure griping Hyuuga elders who, even after a year of the shy heiress taking over the clan, could not get over the fact that she was the first clan leader to take over the family unmarried. Though they never openly admitted it, Hinata knew they only nagged because she was a woman.
Luckily, Hinata was able to convince the clan that she did not need to be married in order to be a good leader. Neji, Hanabi, and even her father—surprisingly enough—supported her cause, though Hinata had her suspicions that Hiashi only endorsed her because he wanted to retire.
That had not been the hardest argument that Hinata had to win, however. Everyone knew that her greatest victory as a leader was outlawing the Hyuuga cursed seal.
As a matter of fact, when Hinata inherited the clan, getting rid of the cursed seal was the first thing she had set out to do, much to the main family's outrage, and Neji's and the branch family's delight. Coincidentally, this was around the same time Naruto had become Hokage, and he had been more than eager to help. Knowing she would need all the support she could get, when she decided to approach him, she was pleasantly surprised to find him cooped up in Konoha's main library, brushing up on his clan history with a specific focus on a certain white-eyed family.
Not long after, with the help of Naruto, Neji, Hanabi, and—yes, once again surprisingly enough—her father, Hinata drafted a bill that would ban any activation of the seal, as well any future sealing. The outrage from the main family came as no surprise, but in time, they learned to get over themselves. As far as Naruto was concerned, writing the bill had only been a courtesy… a heads up that there would be major changes, and that Hinata was only being nice about it.
And so, the Hyuuga clan became one unified entity. The bill proudly displayed Hinata's signature, as well as the Rokudaime Hokage's, and soon after, seal experts were called for from all ally shinobi nations in an effort to develop a way to safely remove the seal from those who were already branded with it. Creating this technique did not happen overnight, but once it was complete, Hinata, Naruto, and especially Neji had been ecstatic.
It's truly amazing what one shy little Hyuuga can do when she puts her mind to it, Naruto realized, smiling despite himself. What countless generations thought impossible to do in an entire lifetime, Hinata was able to achieve in less than a year. He had never been so proud, and since Hinata was very humble about her accomplishment, Naruto took it upon himself to brag on her behalf. Overcoming the old ways of a clan was complicated enough as it was, but Hinata handled it with such grace and precision that it literally blew everyone away.
He thought it ironic, especially when so many at one point considered her to be the kind of shinobi to hold everyone back; the klutz, the frail kunoichi who could barely hold her own in a fight. Now, as Naruto walked the streets of Konoha, he still felt honored to be the inspiration of someone who in the end turned out to be a magnificent ninja. Never in a million years would he have thought that his loud and overbearing tendencies would affect people's lives to that extent. But he was glad, and lucky, dare he say, that he influenced Hinata enough to give her the necessary drive to successfully lead her clan.
As for his methods in helping the shy heiress... well, his first step was getting rid of that stuttering that had occasionally plagued her—particularly in his presence. As childish as it had been, he would make her repeat something until she said it properly. They would sit at Ichiraku's and spend hours on end talking about anything and everything in an effort to get Hinata to talk—not stutter. It took Hinata a lot of convincing from Naruto that he was just one man, a simple man, and, most importantly, her friend, and that she didn't need to be nervous around him. Hinata would only smile back kindly; she always knew in her heart that Naruto was a lot more than just a man.
Eventually, Hinata's stuttering virtually disappeared and all that remained was her soft, quiet voice. He never had to strain to hear her, but he quickly understood that Hinata was the kind of person that would not speak more than it was necessary, and, the more they talked, the more he realized that Hinata was the farthest thing from "shy, dark and weird."
In fact, Naruto appreciated her quiet and reserved demeanor; the last thing he needed was trying to speak over someone who talked as much as he did. He had come to value that, as opposed to being loud in the hopes of getting her attention, her attention was solely his whenever they met. At first, it felt strange for him to get all that attention without even trying, but, despite this, it was the most wonderful feeling.
Furthermore, when he spent time with Hinata, he never felt bored, as he suspected he would be—she was pretty quiet after all! Quite the contrary, actually, for he was pleasantly surprised to find that her companionship was soothing and relaxing after a hectic day at the Hokage tower. In fact, he looked forward to it.
While Hinata had finally overcome her stuttering, other forms of close contact were still a work in progress. To save her life, Hinata couldn't look at Naruto straight in the eyes for more than a few seconds. Initially, he had to remind her to look him in the eyes every now and then. As she improved her eye contact, Naruto indulged in studying her features carefully. He had come to love the way her long eyelashes fluttered every time she blinked, and for the longest time, he couldn't tell if her eyes were lavender or a creamy, light gray. He eventually settled on the former. However, his most important discovery was how easily lost he got in her eyes, despite the moments she allowed him to indulge being brief.
Yet, her eyes weren't the only thing he had fallen in love with. Sometimes he found himself appreciating the way her cheekbones flared pleasantly, the way she nervously bit her lower lip, the way a slight frown would form on her brow when she was distressed, the way her indigo locks framed her face perfectly, and the way she covered her mouth, trying to hide her sweet laughter whenever he acted like a dork.
But before all that, what he had immediately come to love was the way her eyes squinted merrily when she smiled, even if it was the faintest of smiles, and before he knew it, the smiles she gave him began to take his breath away. He couldn't understand how she managed to look so innocent yet amazingly seductive with her shy smiles. Was she even aware she did that, let alone what it did to him?
Sure, he knew Hinata was cute and sweet; one of the kindest souls he had ever come across, quite frankly. He knew the rest of their friends shared that same conviction. They also knew that she could be quite ferocious when crossed in the battlefield. She hadn't been an ANBU captain for nothing.
When he had to travel outside the village, he always requested her to come along. If it wasn't for reinforced protection—her kekkei genkai really came in handy for that—it was for her companionship and the chance to continue helping her overcome her weaknesses.
He never worried about her skills as a ninja. On the contrary, he trusted her with his life, and whenever someone was stupid enough to attack his caravan, watching Hinata protect him was a sight for sore eyes. The fluidity and grace of her movements made her seem like she was nimbly dancing as opposed to causing internal damage of the most fatal kind. He had never come across a woman who looked as sexy when fighting.
Her skin, which seemed to either glow magically under the moonlight or flush prettily under the rays of the sun; her long, silky hair; her contrasting lavender eyes, and the perfect proportions of her body made her the object of almost any man who dared to lay eyes on her, ninja or not. Naruto, for his part, had no problem sparing angry glares to whoever looked at her inappropriately, yet berated himself privately, for he shared the same sentiment.
In Hinata he had found the friend he had always wished for. Her quiet and peaceful demeanor encouraged him to tell her things he never told anyone else, either because he knew they would probably think him stupid, or because they simply wouldn't care.
But she always listened.
She never laughed in his face, and when he told her sad stories of his childhood, she had always been eager to cheer him up and comfort him. She wouldn't leave him unless she knew he was okay. Soon enough, he had realized that he had not only been helping her, but that she had been helping him as well. He finally found the one person who he could confide in.
She also shared stories of her own, though reluctantly at first. When he insisted she could trust him and tell him anything she wanted, she had assured him that it had nothing to do with lack of trust. When he had inquired what the problem was, she had sheepishly admitted that she did not want to burden him with her sad and boring stories.
Of course, Naruto would have none of it.
"Listen, Hinata," he had said. "Although I've always enjoyed talking your ears off,"—at that point he gave her a sheepish smile—"I also love the sound of your voice." His smile then turned impish when she flushed. "Therefore... as far as I'm concerned, you don't have a choice, young lady, so start talking."
Although it took a bit more cajoling, Hinata finally succumbed, and they were able to confide in each other equally. Such confidence in each other created the type of closeness they had never experienced before, but that they would treasure for the rest of their days.
But then, what had become an invaluable friendship had begun to turn into something more…
It started with a brush of their hands…
When he would walk her to the Hyuuga estate after their nightly meetings at Ichiraku's, the occasional bump of their hands did not go unnoticed to either one of them.
This simple contact made Naruto's heart beat erratically. His stomach would flutter when he met with her every evening, and on a few instances he found himself being as sheepish as Hinata, scratching the back of his neck and even avoiding eye contact when he was really happy to see her. When he couldn't take it anymore, an accidental brush of her hand against his was caught in his reluctant but hopeful grip, and since old habits are hard to break, he squirmed in fear, expecting her to slap him silly him like Sakura would have if he ever had the audacity to pull such a stunt.
But she never did.
Her hand had been almost unbearably sweaty, but she never pulled away, and neither did he.
The next day, Neji had asked him if he had done something stupid. When Naruto questioned why, the stiff Hyuuga informed that his cousin had passed out the second the loud blond had dropped her off.
Naruto proceeded to berate himself for days and did not dare to hold her hand again. In fact, even if this incident did not stop them from meeting at Ichiraku's, several evenings were spent in awkward silence. Lucky for him, while he slowly drove himself crazy in his efforts to minimize this awkwardness, Hinata finally decided to surprise him. While she did not yet have the courage to express her feelings to him, she had just enough courage to start small.
She took hold of his hand... much the same way he had the first time.
When he didn't pull away, she secretly smiled to herself.
It's good to start small, she decided.
At first, their holding hands would result from the accidental brush. They would later result from the intentional brush. Soon enough, they would extend a hand to each other with a shy smile… whoever dared first.
However, the closeness he shared with her and the joy he found in simply holding her hand had begun to make him greedy. But then again, he knew by then he was crushing… and crushing hard.
...Harder than he ever did for Sakura.
At first, the hyperactive blond didn't know what to do with himself. Hyuuga Hinata was not just cute, but gorgeous and sexy—and not just in the heap of fantasies that sooner than he felt comfortable with began to plague his mind.
Yet, all dirty thoughts aside, the Rokudaime Hokage began monopolizing her evenings, and just like with everything else, it took him a while to realize that it was no longer about "teaching Hinata how to live a little", and their time together eventually began to extend past Ichiraku's closing time. They would go to the roof of the Hokage monument and talk for hours on end, stargazing. And what a difference it made to be in the presence of a woman who not only enjoyed his company and treasured his friendship, but who liked him for who he was; plain ol' Naruto, loudness and all.
And so… their holding hands turned into the first innocent peck on the cheek he gave her. He had done it on impulse, and to his chagrin, he did not have to wait for Neji to come and confront him the next day asking why Hinata had passed out again. She saved everyone the trouble by collapsing right on the spot.
When they had met the next day, Hinata had for at least the first half of the evening backtracked to her old self, stuttering helplessly and blushing profusely, and for the first time in his life, Naruto had found her stuttering and blushing to be the cutest and most adorable thing on Earth.
Suffice it to say that his pecks became as frequent as their hand holding, and just as their first time holding hands, their first kiss had also been accidental. It had been sweet and innocent. As they stood before the Hyuuga gates, Naruto had leaned in to peck her cheek about the same time Hanabi had been walking out, momentarily greeting her sister and the Hokage as she passed by.
Her greeting had forced Hinata to look up, thus lining up her lips with Naruto's. Everything happened so fast… Naruto, who had already been well on his way to kiss her cheek, was unable to stop the inevitable. Hanabi merely giggled and continue walking when she saw what had transpired. Naruto had pulled away at the speed of light and blubbered a pitiful hello to Hanabi combined with an apology to Hinata. Hinata simply donned her upgraded version of the ultimate Hinata blush.
That had not exactly been the way she had pictured her first kiss to be.
Later, as she lay in her plush bed, too giddy to sleep, she celebrated that at least her first kiss had been with the man of her dreams. Naruto lay in his own bed, still marveling over the softness of Hinata's lips. His lips would tingle and his stomach would do acrobatics for many days to come, especially in Hinata's presence. Such reaction would continue well past the moment they finally decided to share a proper kiss.
He did not have to wait long for that.
In fact, as he walked down the street reminiscing about that time, he realized that his lips would still tingle every time he kissed her, or remembered the way her lips felt against his; much the same way they were doing now as he thought of the way she sighed as he kissed her teasingly at Ichiraku's before Ino and company abducted her. Unconsciously, Naruto had reached up and touched his own lips with a wistful smile. It had not even been an hour, and he was already longing for her.
Were his friends conspiring against him and Hinata? Was it a sick joke to see just how much he and Hinata could put up with?
Naruto growled. Screw going to the bar. Right now he just wanted to ravish his wife and he had every right to.
With a determined frown, the blond man turned around and leapt upward, skipping from building to building in the direction of Konoha's main bathhouse. He was entirely sick of Ino and Sakura bossing him around, and if the rest of his friends had something to do with him not spending time with Hinata, he would surely give them a piece of his mind. He would put a stop to that once and for all, but, most importantly, he would have Hinata writhing under him within the hour.
"And that's it…" Hinata said quietly.
"What do you mean that's it!" Ino exclaimed.
"That's the story!" Hinata explained.
"Listen, Hinata… I have not been sitting here for almost an hour, light headed and at the verge of passing out just so I can hear yours and Naruto's love story!"
Hinata smiled and looked at her curiously. "What else were you expecting, Ino-san?"
"HOT… UNADULTERATED… SEX… STORIES… about you and Naruto!" she ground out through her teeth.
Hinata looked at her blankly and then at the rest of the girls, who just like her were sitting at the edge of the steaming pool, no longer able to put up with the heat. Although they were now only soaking their feet in the steaming water, the vapor was still hard to deal with.
Hinata nevertheless decided to dip into the steamy water before calling it a day. After feeling a combination of the cool night breeze and the heat from the pool, the water actually felt really nice.
"I'm… not going to talk about something like that, Ino-san…" Hinata stated. "That is something that is very intimate between my husband and I, and I intend to keep it that way."
The rest of the girls smiled at Hinata admiringly. It was about time someone put nosy Ino in her place.
"But…—"
"Hehehe…"
Ino, along with the rest of the kunoichi, immediately jumped into the steaming pool with a shriek. They recognized the mischievousness of that chuckle anywhere!
"You tell 'em, Hinata-chan…" a high-pitched feminine voice suddenly encouraged from the door that led to the changing room.
"NARUTO… I'M… GOING… TO… KILL… YOU…!" Sakura threatened, a thick vein on her forehead throbbing wildly.
"Lighten up, Sakura-chan…" the infamous version of Naruto's Oiroke no Jutsu suggested dismissively as she walked towards the pool with her trademark cloud covering her assets. "I'm just a clone… the real Naruto is waiting outside," she stated as she climbed down into the hot spring.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE, YOU MORON!" Ino demanded.
The sexy clone grinned slyly and floated across to where Hinata was, officially taking the heiress' blush to a whole new level.
"I'm here to pick up Hinata-chan…" she replied, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. When she reached Hinata, she placed her hand on the girl, playfully gliding said hand across her tummy and then moving it to her cheek to caress tenderly, but not before grazing Hinata's breast momentarily. The clone's grin widened when she heard Hinata gasp helplessly. It always pays off to know your way around your woman…
"I miss you…" the clone admitted with a lustful pout, moving forward to brush her whiskered cheek against Hinata's, and then nibble her earlobe teasingly.
If they weren't all naked, Ino would have given anything to capture this on camera.
Hinata, at a complete loss of words, simply sat there with her eyes wide, utterly breathless and shivering, despite the hot water. Okay, so she knew she had riled up Naruto with his clones at the office, but she never imagined he'd do something like this, especially in public!
"Come home already…" the clone pleaded in a moan, pulling back to momentarily grace Hinata with her best puppy eyes. Seeing that Hinata's expression was still frozen in time, the duplicate giggled mischievously and latched onto Hinata's ear again, licking it teasingly, and enjoying the way the pale-eyed beauty shivered in response. To tease her further, the clone pressed herself firmly against Hinata and held her in a warm embrace.
Hinata, for her part, didn't know what to make of it. Was this Naruto's idea of payback? She wouldn't put it past him, but what shocked her most was not that the clone attached to her ear was female, but that it somehow aroused her. What the hell was wrong with her! Oh, she couldn't wait to get home and give Naruto a piece of her mind for putting her in such a bizarre situation!
What was worse, Hinata couldn't help but to secretly admit—to her bewilderment—that feeling such a soft body against her own, after being used to Naruto's firmness, was somehow pleasantly different.
"Hinata-chan…" the sexy clone whispered with a sigh that made Hinata tremble prettily.
"Wow…" Tenten said, openly gaping and wondering if she could ever make Neji do something like that. Although she was very happily married, she had always secretly wondered what it would be like to be with another woman. Neji having long hair and a beautiful face somewhat helped with the imagery, but other than that, he was missing the mentality and certain assets.
"Na-Na… Naruto-kun…!" Hinata squeaked in utter embarrassment.
"Please, Hinata-chan…" the girl implored, placing feather-like kisses along Hinata's cheeks, eyes, and jaw line.
The girls surrounding the frisky couple looked on dumbfounded, competing to see who could come up with the reddest blush.
"O-o-o-okay…" Hinata managed.
The clone grinned victoriously, and caressed Hinata's cheek again. What she did next had the rest of the kunoichi gasping and clutching their thighs tightly in hopes of overcoming the unexpected kind of warmth between their legs that had nothing to do with the steaming water. As a reward, the clone leaned in and gave Hinata the hottest, and deepest kiss they had ever witnessed. Hearing Hinata's moan in response had the other women fiddling with the water and looking away sheepishly, still blushing fiercely. They privately admitted that seeing something like that definitely beat hearing stories….
Pulling away smugly, the clone looked at Hinata lustfully, tenderly tucking a stray lock behind her ear.
"I'll be waiting for you at home, okay…?"
Hinata still had a difficult time believing this was her Naruto-kun—or at least his clone—but she somehow managed to nod dumbly.
The sexy clone grinned. "I'm going now… before Sakura-chan and Ino come out of their trance and decide to kill me…" she then turned around to look at the girls who still stared, frozen in time. "This will be our little secret, okay…? I'd hate to see what Neji, Sasuke, Sai, and Shikamaru would do their Hokage for jumping into the hot springs with their women… okay?"
Unbeknownst to each other, the girls nodded dumbly.
The clone smiled, thankful as she floated across heated water, climbed out, and walked away, but not without a very suggestive swing of her naked hips. She did not reach the exist, opting instead to disappear in a gusty whirlwind and sunshin-ing out of the bathhouse.
"That… had… to be… the hottest… thing I've ever seen…" Temari voiced, still in shock.
"No… shit…" Ino agreed dumbfounded.
Hinata, who still sat on the spot the clone had left her, wore a blank stare, gazing at nothing in particular.
"Hinata-chan… are you okay…?" Sakura asked after finally coming from her shock.
With a final whimper, Hinata's eyes rolled up and her body fumbled to the side, sinking under the water.
"Figures… she passed out…" Temari stated with a bored sigh as Sakura and Tenten scrambled to rescue their friend from drowning.
"That Naruto… I'm going to kill him…" Sakura muttered to no one in particular as she and Tenten lifted Hinata from under the water and carried her to the dressing room.
"That was still pretty hot…" Temari commented as she extracted herself from the steaming water.
"Maybe Sai can make a female ink clone, too…" Ino mused out loud, staring into space.
"Yeah, and then you can have a threesome…" Temari suggested sarcastically.
"You know… that doesn't sound like such a bad idea…"
"Ugh…!" Temari simply walked away, shaking her head. Part of her was disappointed that if she ever considered asking Shikamaru to make a clone, he'd probably tell her to stop being troublesome and that making clones would be a drag.
"Seriously… some girls really do have all the luck…"
Silly Translations
Okaerinasai - Welcome home. (Credit: Years of anime-watching. I figured I'd eventually pick up a thing or two XD)
Hiraishin no Jutsu - (Flying Thunder God Technique) is a ninjutsu technique utilized by the Fourth Hokage. The technique gave Yondaime his nickname "Konoha's Yellow Flash," due to his bright yellow hair and his ability to traverse great distances in the blink of an eye. A space-time jutsu like Kuchiyose, Yondaime first needs to mark his destination with a shiki (rite) first, he can then activate the jutsu to come to the mark. He can apply this to a weapon such as a kunai, and when thrown or used, he can instantly travel to it. He can also apply the mark to a touched area, such as his opponent or some other surrounding feature. No matter where the opponent goes, Yondaime can travel to the mark to kill them. (Credit: leafninja dot com)
Perpetual's Corner:
lol! Those girls are a riot! They crack me up! XD
My deepest thanks to eternalshiva, who somehow has the patience to deal with my constant pestering, and always makes writing these chapters such a fun ordeal. Her beta-ing is full of so much win and comedy, sometimes I just send her shit to get a rise out of her; she's too funny! She makes sense of my retardism for everyone's sake, and beautifies the chapters!
And, of course, let's not forget my boys—TimeShifter, my grammar guru (he's so smart!), and Jolly Green, he's also super smart, and quite frankly the best plot hole specialist in fanfiction. ^_^
Hope you enjoyed the chapter!
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