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Coexsistence	By : Kakashifan727 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 3612 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Coexsistence
- 2-Ch2
- 3-Ch 3
- 4-Ch 4
- 3
- 4
I look over at the loud sounds to my right, the disruption stopping my plan to quickly excuse myself or help clean up the table, my gaze settling on the two teens. Naruto and Sasuke were shoveling food into their mouths, pieces of food flying out of their bowls and in random directions. The sounds of food being chewed, bowls being rapped against the small wooden table where our group was eating, and other disgusting sounds made me want to grab both of them and teach them how to eat properly. This all started a few minutes ago, when Naruto challenged Sasuke to an eating contest, which I never thought he'd accept. Sakura has apparently had enough of this as well, her green eyes narrowing as she stares at the two boys, her fist slamming down on the table.
"What are you idiots doing!? You're acting like children-no, that kid is better behaved than you dorks!" Sakura yells, her finger pointing to Inari, the small boy who had been calmly eating his food. He was now watching the two boys eat, an astonished look on his face. Tazuna and his daughter had similar looks on their faces, my own face reddening with embarrassment slightly at my team's actions. The two finally stop shoving food down their throats, just staring at us with almost annoyed looks on their faces. Sakura clears her throat, her own face also slightly pink with embarrassment. Good to see I'm not the only one affected by this. I bet the samurai would also be angered by their lack of manners, though she isn't currently eating with us right now.
"That's disgusting! Sasuke, I had thought you'd be smarter than this. Why in the world are you going along with this idiot's dumb...whatever this is!?" The Uchiha only scoffs, his black eyes narrowing as he explained himself.
"I'm not going to let this idiot beat me. Even against something as stupid as eating food."
I sigh, not really sure where to begin with this. Everyone else seems to have recovered slightly, Tazuna's widowed daughter, Tsunami, carefully gathering up empty dishes from the table we were seated at. Her small child, Inari, also began to help as well, slowly getting up from his seat and doing the same.
"You two are being disgusting and immature. Tazuna-san opened his home to us, despite their...tough situation and I'd like to at least show him some respect. Just eat like normal human beings, would you?" I complain, the two boys just staring at me. Naruto swallows his food, a blush coming over his face. Sasuke is more or less the same, the two finally realizing how stupid they're being. Naruto is the first to apologize, his voice quieter than usual.
"S-sorry, Sensei, everyone. It's just we've been on the road for so long; I missed good fashioned home cooking! Tsunami-san, this stuff is great!" The young woman only blushes at this, a small smile on her face. We all nod at Naruto's compliment; it's actually a decent meal. Better than that stuff we had while camping. I feel a small twinge of guilt as I remember that Hyakkimaru is unable to eat with us. She'd probably enjoy eating, but it's probably better to let her sleep now. Someone can get food for her when she wakes up; it will take a while for her wounds to heal. Besides, she only just got back from the clinic a couple hours ago. I'll check up on her later. Or maybe Sakura; she would be fine with anyone except Naruto. His curiosity is too much for his own good. If he had the courage to try and sneak up on me while while I was sleeping just to see my face, I wouldn't put it past him to do something more drastic. He was quite the pervert after all, coming up with that odd Sexy jutsu-not that I minded that technique in the least. Maybe I could get him to teach me that technique sometime. But not now; not in front of the kid and his mom. I should at least try to act mature. The jutsu had potential though, I did admit. I snapped out of my train of thoughts, Naruto looking at me with an odd look on his face.
"What?" I asked, turning to face the blond.
"Sensei, is Hyakki-san going to be okay?" Wait a minute. What's with the nickname? I think, Naruto's concerned face making me worry a bit. I honestly don't know. She was in pretty bad shape when we brought her to the small town clinic, and that was a few hours ago. The small town doctor had done all they could for her wounds; all she needed now was good food and bed rest. I just hope the damage from the last fight wasn't permanent. Naruto moved closer to me, his breath smelling like food, which made me want to recoil in surprise a bit.
"I don't really know. Why are you getting so close me anyways?" Naruto only answered with one of his smirks, an attempt by him to cover up his gloomy mood.
"Sorry, sorry. Just...her arm...What was that? Do you have any idea, Sensei?"
Ah, so that's what he meant. I've honestly never really seen something like that. Most people don't get odd prosthesis like those. She must have consciously chosen to do so. Why else would she have a metal arm that can shoot projectiles and hid a blade? Maybe it was to compensate for her low chakra capacity, but I don't think so. She seemed pretty well versed in using them as well; it's not like they were a new addition to her body. How did she get those? Some complicated functions like those would not be easy, or cheap, to obtain.
"I don't know, Naruto. I'm not going to pry either. If she wants to talk about it, she will. I've never seen anything like it before, though, I can say that much. Just...leave her alone for now, please," I comment, a tiny hint of desperation to my voice so that he would understand. Naruto is the type of guy who would barge into Hyakkimaru's room barging for an answer as soon as she became well enough to hold a conversation. Well, I may be exaggerating a little bit...Yet the look on Naruto's face told me I was quite close to hitting the mark.
"R-right...Of course. She's pretty beat up, huh...? You seem to be doing fine though, Sensei. I thought you said using the Sharingan tired you out?" I noticed his stutter, my mind immediately imagining him sneaking into her room. My eye narrowed at this, an odd nausea settling in my stomach that wasn't from the food. I stared at the blond, his face becoming more nervous the more I stared at him.
"Hmmm...I suppose I was just lucky. If that fight had gone on for too long, I suspect we'd probably both be incapacitated. Thanks to our combined efforts, however, Zabuza fled the scene rather quickly. I don't think that will be the last we see of him, however..." I explain, my voice rising in volume at the last few sentences as I spoke, now so that everyone could hear me. I felt it was important to let everyone know this important detail. Tazuna-san only looked at me in surprise, a large bottle of what I could only assume was alcohol in his hand.
"Y-you're kidding! He should be dead, right? R-right?" I shake my head, watching everyone's expressions darken a bit as I scanned the dinner table. I hate to tell them this, but its better if we are prepared. I should do more training myself as well, if we suspect Zabuza will be coming back. He was tough enough on his own, and whoever helped him seemed pretty powerful as well to elude me so completely. The two of them combined could make a powerful combination, even with all five of us there to protect Tazuna-san. I stress as much, wanting everyone to understand the gravity of our situation.
"Yes, that is the case. He's still alive most likely. That means he will come after you again, Tazuna-san," I stopped talking for a bit, my gaze focused on my three dorky students. They all looked at me in anticipation as I continued.
"Which means, you three, that we're going to have do some serious training in order to-"
"Yes! Yeees! About time we learned something new. You haven't taught us anything cool at all, Sensei!" Naruto shouts out, his loud voice overpowering my own as his blue eyes gleamed with excitement. I felt a twinge of embarrassment and frustration at his words. It is true we haven't had many lessons on techniques. I've been taking them on missions mainly to solidify their bond as a team, which hasn't been going so great. Sasuke and Naruto fight like cats and dogs, Sakura always backing up the Uchiha, which makes the arguments escalate even further because of Naruto's crush on her. He always takes things too far when it comes to Sasuke. A bitter smile crosses my face as I am reminded of my own days with Minato-sensei, Obito acting very much the same way. He was always trying to instigate something with me; I usually just brushed him off as an annoyance. I wonder, if I had been more receptive to his antics, how that would have changed our relationship. Maybe we would have gotten along better, become more of a cohesive unit. Then Rin wouldn't have been kidnapped...And I wouldn't have lost my eye and killed Obito...I depressingly muse, my mind lost in thought for a moment. I don't want anything like that to happen again. That's why I've been pushing these three to work together, though it has mostly been an exercise in frustration for me. Thanks to the life threatening nature of this particular mission, however, they seem to be slowly bonding more.
"Anyway, it's not like I'm going to be teaching you techniques to fight against Zabuza," I hear a groan from Naruto at this, but I continue speaking. "These moves will help you escape or evade getting caught. It does seem we will have to go over the basics again as well, since those are also required in order for you to learn these techniques," I stare at Naruto as I say this, and the blond shrinks a bit in his seat. His fundamentals were the worst out of anyone in the team, probably due to the the fact that the only teacher in the academy that gave a damn about him was Iruka. I admit this was also my fault as well, guilt 'piercing' me in the chest as I thought this, as I never reached out to the kid during his academy days either. If I had, I wonder, how would he have turned out? Well, that's all in the past now and there's nothing I can do about it. I'll just have to make up for that shortcoming now. I get up from where I was sitting, my legs a bit off balance from sitting cross legged for so long.
"It's too late to start today. Everyone get some well needed rest and I'll call you when I'm done thinking up a lesson plan," I say, the three kids nodding at me as I walk out of the small room we were eating in. I know it's a bit selfish of me, but I do want to check in on Hyakkimaru-san and see how she's doing. She might want to eat about now, if she has regained consciousness. I didn't want Naruto to go because he's very loud and being quite is not one of his strong suits. He'd probably wake her up if she was sleeping. It's probably best if I go check up on her...I tell myself, my feet quietly pounding against the hardwood floor. I find her room quite easily, as I was the person who brought her back from the clinic. The light from the hallway slowly streams into the dark room as I creak the door open. I don't want to turn the light on, as the sudden brightness might wake her up, though it's probably creepier to just stand here in the darkness. I hesitate for a moment, the door closing partway behind me as I walk into the room, my eye slowly adjusting to the lack of light. It's not completely dark, the thin crack of light through the doorway giving me some illumination. I can hear her snoring before I make out where she lay down in the dark room, the soft sound interrupted by a couple heavy snorts of air. Her wheelchair is in the corner of the room, provided to us by the town's clinic. She couldn't move around on her own anymore; not after those injuries. At least for the time being, lest they open up again. The small samurai had been sleeping since I had picked her up. Seems like she hasn't woken up yet. She must be pretty beat up. Poor thing. I easily walk over to her prone form, gently crouching down so I can see her better in the dark. Her breathing is normal, going by the rise and fall of her chest, and she doesn't seem to be in any pain. From what I can tell in this darkness at least. Good. My eye scans over her blanket covered body one more time, watching her peaceful sleeping face.
Her brown locks are still covering the majority of her face, her bandages once again changed for fresh ones as they had become messed up during our fight in the marsh. I couldn't make them out underneath the flow of her curls, the right side much longer than her left, as the latter only came up to her forehead. Her hair was still quite short, only coming down to the base of her head in the back, probably the same tangled mess of curls as the front. The fact that she grew it out in such an odd way was probably deliberate. Must be to cover her bandages so no one asks about them. I think, making a guess. Of course, you could still see them when her head moved certain ways, but with her usual helmet it wasn't so prominent. It must be annoying to have curious people asking questions about it. I understand that a bit, as quite a few people wonder why I also hide my face. Honestly, it started out as something I just did when I was a kid. The other kids would just stare at me if I didn't wear it, and that got annoying real fast. It made me feel awkward, so I just stated covering my face and they left me alone. Barring some of the more...curious children, like Gai and Anko. Besides, we were ninja, so hiding our identity isn't too surprising. Now it's become a habit; I just don't leave the house without wearing one. Even if I wear normal, everyday clothes, which isn't often, I make sure to cover my face so people don't stare. It's just easier for me to wear the regular Jounin outfit, seeing as I get called out on missions often enough. My eyes wander a little further down, and I notice she isn't wearing her armor or even chainmail. Of course she wouldn't be; the doctor wouldn't be able to treat her wounds otherwise. It's just a regular cloth shirt, from what I can see poking out of the blanket.
I feel my heart start beating faster as I gloss over the two large mounds on her chest. I can't help it; every time she breathes her breasts jiggle up and down. She must not have them wrapped up like she did before, using bandages. She's probably not wearing a bra either, going by the way they're freely jiggling. My face heats up a bit as I remember those boobs pressing up against my chest, her tiny body climbing on top of my unclothed, tied up form. I can still feel her breath tickling my ear as she talked, a cold shiver of excitement going down my spine at the thought. Ah, I better stop. I didn't come here to oogle at her while she was sleeping. My eye stops looking at that particular spot on her body, my curiosity piqued by something else I noticed while staring at her legs. There was that usual wrinkle in the blanket where your legs were supposed to go, however her right side was oddly flat. Ah, that's right. I remember now. Her right leg was also fake...Just like her arm. I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up as I feel someone watching me. My gaze instantly snaps back to her head, which is directly facing me now, her one eye half open as she focused on me. Ah, my mistake...I probably woke her up. I feel a twinge of guilt and embarrassment at this fact, making me hesitate a bit before speaking quietly.
"Er...Uhh...S-sorry for disturbing you. I just wanted to see how you were doing..." I whisper, watching her face for any change in expression that I could notice. It was kind of hard due to the lack of light. She only stared at me, an unreadable expression on her face. I had difficulty in hearing her speak, as her words were partially muffled.
"Hatake-san...? No, it's fine...I would have awoken...sooner or later." Her voice quiet as she tried to repress a yawn or two. I notice that her manner of speech has once again changed, quite different from last night. It's quite formal, like when we were fighting Zabuza. Interesting. I nod, about to stand up as I feel something brush up against me. It was the blanket covering her and the futon, her shoulders shaking as she tried to sit up even a little bit. Her prosthesis wasn't attached to her right arm, leaving her with only her shoulder to use as a balance. I couldn't see her right leg under the blanket, as it was still covered, but I doubt she had that attached either. Her left arm is shaking, her hand clenched as she rose a couple inches out of the futon. I want to try and help her sit up, but I remember the last time I touched her without asking. Oddly enough though, she was fine touching me yesterday. Seems she prefers physical contact when she is the one who initiates it. She drops down back onto the futon, a heavy sigh coming out of her mouth, her eye narrowed as she stares at her right arm, or more accurately, her right shoulder. She attempts to get up again, gritting her teeth as she tries to push herself up off the futon. This also fails, her body dropping onto the mattress once more. A low growl of frustration comes out of her throat, and I stare at her, my voice still low as I speak.
"Do you need help getting up?" She sighs, staring at me for a few seconds before closing her eye. I can't see her face well in the darkness, but I do notice she is flustered slightly, her tone of voice clearly giving this away as she speaks.
"...I-i...hmmm...I s-suppose so. If you could turn the light on, that would probably help..." She mutters, her voice quiet. I nod, easily getting up to move towards the slightly open door. I do catch her whispering to herself, my hearing able to pick it up.
"...Pathetic...Can't even move without help..." I just continue walking toward the door, not wanting her to know that I've heard her. Her tone has changed again, this time less formal and more...familiar. Probably because she thinks I can't hear her. I find the light switch easily enough and flick it on, the bright lights dazzling me for a few seconds. Well, we were in the dark for long enough. My sight comes back easily enough, and I walk over to the small woman, who is rubbing her eye.
"Tch...Alright. My good sir, if you could please move the wheelchair closer," Hyakkimaru commands, and I easily locate the device and bring it over to the right of her futon. She stares at it for a few seconds, then attempts to reach out for it with her left hand. So she doesn't want my help on this? I frown, my expression hidden beneath the cloth as I watch her grab the arm of the chair, her small fingers twitching as she tries to use them to pull herself up. The chair doesn't even move, her body just trembling in place. I can't watch this. It's too much. I muse, moving in between the two and bending down so I can face her. She only stares at me with a perplexed look on her face, her cheeks slowly flushing as she looks me in the eye.
"W-what? You need not assist me with this." She stutters, her face turning away from me. I chuckle a bit, not out of malice but amusement. I did feel bad about it, but seeing her flustered like this was kind of cute. Her stubbornness was a bit...unnerving though. I understood she wanted to be nonreliant on others, for whatever reason, but it didn't feel right to leave her struggling like this. I tried to keep my tone light as I spoke, not to offend her, but to show I wanted to help.
"You seem to be struggling a bit. Will you let me help you?" She just stares at me, her expression unreadable as I offer out my hand. Albeit reluctantly, I feel her smaller hand wrap around mine, her strong grip contrasting with her tiny frame. Well she did fend off Zabuza, a man about twice her size, even if it was only for a few moments. I gently lift her up off the ground, feeling her stiffen up a bit as I hold her against me for a couple seconds before putting her in the wheelchair. She fits well enough in the seat, though it does look odd to see her without her right leg and arm, and I try to avoid staring. She avoids looking directly at me, her face a bright red as she mutters.
"T-thank you, kind sir." I nod, a smile on my face as I get behind the chair and grip the handles. She must revert to this overly formal way of talking when she's nervous. I play along, wanting to ease some of the tension, and see how she'd react to it as well.
"My pleasure. Now, young miss, if you could please direct me to where you wish to go,"
"Yes...uh..." She hesitates, her head pointing downward to look at her missing leg. I follow her gaze, my ears catching her whisper as she talks to herself.
"...scare them...kinda hungry...tch." She lets out a loud sigh, her head peering up at me with a frowning expression. Her voice is clear when she speaks this time, talking directly to me.
"Hatake-san, have the others finished eating? It should be about dinner time, correct?"
"Ah, yes it is. You must be hungry after having slept for so long. There should be some food left though. Do you want to go eat?" I ask, carefully studying her face as it changes expressions. She looks nervous, almost troubled as she turns her head away from my gaze, her face flushing pink for some reason. Why would she be nervous over that? Her voice shakes a bit as it mumbles out an answer.
"Ah...erm...well, maybe I should wait a bit...s-" Her half-hearted excuse is drowned out by the grumble of her stomach, a loud sound in this silent room. I only watch her face turn an even deeper crimson, Hyakkimaru clearly embarrassed by what just happened. I probably would be too, though it's not like it's her fault. Her body is just telling her it needs food. I try to ignore it, my voice calm despite the smirk spreading across my face.
"You seem famished. You should probably go have supper, don't you think?" I comment, her face quickly returning to its normal complexion soon after. She clears her throat, looking toward her small bag on the floor, my own eye also following after her.
"Y-yes...Before that, however, could you please get my cloak from my bag? Since the doctor said I shouldn't use my prothesis for a while, because they put strain on my body. Thank you," I nod, letting go of the chair and walking over to the small bag. I fumble around for a second, my hands easily locating the dark colored cloth, this one different from the one she usually wears. That one is dirty and in need of repair, along with some of her other clothes. I remind myself to do the same, my torn and dirted uniform also in my bag in my own room. I also see her false arm in the bag, my fingers brushing up against the odd material as I grab the cloak. It feels sort of metallic, though it can't weigh too much, else she wouldn't be able to use it. Or maybe she's stronger than I thought...I ignore the questions floating around in my head, knowing that she wouldn't answer me if I asked. She seems to be guarded about a lot of things. I walk back with the garment in hand, being careful not to drag it across the floor as I present it to her. She nods, her fingers brushing against mine as she takes the cloak from me, making my heart race a bit. Why does she do this to me? I don't understand. It didn't happen when we were fighting Zabuza or the two mist ninja. Why now? I ignore these thoughts tumbling around in my head, watching as the small woman attempts to wrap the cloak around herself. It only covers her halfway, the thing draping itself over her left side, the rest of it falling onto the side of the chair. I understand what she is trying to do and deftly grab the cloak while moving behind her. Standing behind her, I easily fasten the garment so it covers her whole body. I feel my pulse quicken as my fingers touch her neck, going around her collarbone, her skin there slightly rough on the right side. I could feel more of the same odd stitches on her neck, a couple of them going up to her chin. I let go quickly after tying a small knot into the cloak so it doesn't fall off, my cheeks blushing a bit for no real reason.
"Thank you," She says, my hands gripping the handles of the wheelchair. I begin wheeling her out of the room, using one of my hands to open the door and move us out into the hallway. The only sound is the wheels rolling against the floor and my feet as I walk, both of us strangely silent. We continue like this for a while until we finally reach the dining room, the others staring at us as soon as we appear. Their gazes are intense, even though they aren't focused on me, but the samurai, who only stares straight ahead. It's not like they are filled with malice or killing intent, just pure curiosity and wonder. It must be a bit stifling to her, as she is reluctant to stare anywhere except for straight ahead. She must be trying to ignore it. Most of the others follow suit, going back to what hey were doing, Tsunami-san being kind enough to walk up to the two of us. Her voice was gentle when she spoke.
"Samurai-sama, are you feeling better? You must be hungry; would you like to eat?" Hyakkimaru only stutters out a response, her face turning pink as she responds.
"I-if it's not too much trouble...whatever you have...will be fine. S-sorry for inconveniencing you, ma'am." Tsunami-san only giggles, a light sound, as she walks to the kitchen counter. She effortlessly makes a plate of food setting it down at the table. I easily wheel her over, putting her at my former spot, as it was the only empty space in the small table. I watch the wheelchair bound woman attempt to reach for the plate of steaming food, her left arm poking out of the black cloak. Despite being right against the table, her arm is still too short to reach the food, pitifully drooping a couple inches from the plate. I hear the chair make a couple squeaking sounds in protest as the woman tries to reposition herself in the seat, being careful not to show off her missing limbs under the cloak. Out of the corner of my eye I can see Sakura slowly edging closer to us, her face wearing a worried look as she watches the samurai once more attempt to reach for the dish and fail. Inari and Naruto are also staring, Sasuke being a bit more discreet about his curiosity as Hyakkimaru turns her head Sakura's way. She is flustered again, a blush staining her cheeks as she watches Sakura sit right next to her. Her tone is slightly harsh as she berates the girl, though it was from embarrassment than anything else.
"What? Sakura-san, I don't need help with this. I mean, I can at least eat on my own, you know? Besides..." She abruptly stops speaking, her face looking away from Sakura as she mutters something supposedly to herself. I can't make all of it out, but what I do hear catches me off guard a bit.
"...him...instead..." Him? Does she want me to...feed her? I ponder, trying to ignore the flush of heat pouring into my cheeks. I must be imagining things. Not that I would mind doing so, seeing as it was partially my fault she ended up this way. It was the least I could do, though I wondered if she had any ulterior motives, my mind thinking back to our earlier encounter. She had the upper hand then, but maybe I could turn the tables a bit now. I just stand there for a few seconds, wondering if it was worth letting her know I could hear her mutterings. I notice Sakura shake her head out of the corner of my eye, her expression still worried as she speaks. Her tone is calm, sort of like explaining something to a child.
"I understand, Hyakkimaru-san, but I just want to help you out. You seem to be struggling, and all of us are concerned."
The brown haired woman only nods, her voice quiet as she mumbles out an apology.
"Sorry, Sakura-san. I just...don't like being seen as...lesser, I suppose, because of my handicap." She explains, her face a bit depressed as she looks at the food. There has to be more to this story. I muse, slightly curious and yet understanding. If she doesn't want to tell us anything, she doesn't have to. At least she gave us that much, which is understandable. She doesn't seem very used to people, hence the distant and formal persona. This is the closest we've seen to 'normal' yet. She seems slightly more open now that she has to receive help. I let go of the chair, walking towards her left side, her eye watching me as I crouch down once again to be closer to her eye level. She just stares at me quizzically, my face breaking into a smile, even though no one can see it. I want her to understand that she can rely on us. She seems to trust me at least a small bit.
"No one is going to think less of you because of your...circumstances. Everyone has their own handicap, visible or not." I say, my voice firm despite its light hearted tone. She only nods at this, her cheeks turning pink as she mutters.
"You say that...But it's frustrating..." Her gaze is downcast as she averts her eye. It's a few seconds before she makes eye contact with me again, her brown eye wavering a bit before focusing on me. I can sense a quiet determination in that single eye, much like when we fought Zabuza. Is there something about this that she finds comforting? Just staring at each other like this, feels calming to her? I feel a bit nervous and confused at my own suggestion. It's not like I'm doing anything in particular, and it makes me self-conscious to think that someone could find my presence this calming. I mean, sure my students do, but that's because I'm their teacher. They should look up to me; not someone I barely know that well. Aside from our recent interactions on this mission, and when we met in the village before that, we really don't know each other that well. Yet, I admit I feel oddly...comfortable around her. Was it because of last night? Usually something like that would put distance between people. I don't know. I really don't know what to think right now. I just focus on watching her movements, searching for any subtle clues in her body language. Her eye breaks contact with my own to stare at the plate of food, which is thankfully still quite warm. It's not like she could have eaten it right away, unless she wanted to burn her mouth. I also look at it, gently lifting it off of the table and holding it in front of her.
"I want to help, if you'll let me. You should start eating before it gets cold," I comment, her face turning beet red as she understands. She stutters out a response, her eye looking away from me.
"Fine. I don't want to subject you to doing something so...humiliating...I'll accept it just because you offered." Sakura only looks at Hyakkimaru, her green eyes narrowing as a mischievous smirk comes over her face. What's with that look? Does she know something I don't?
"Right. Seems Kakashi-sensei has this covered, so I'll go help Tsunami-san clean up. Excuse me." She gets up and leaves, walking over to the kitchen counter where the young woman is washing dishes. By this time, Naruto is also helping out, a couple shadow clones putting away the clean dish ware according to Tsunami's instructions. He must feel bad about the mess he made earlier. I don't notice Sasuke anywhere; the only one at the table was Tazuna. He's too busy drinking his alcohol to care about us, so we both ignore him. I grab some food off of the plate using a fork and carefully bring it in front of her face, her mouth opening slowly to eat it. She chews it and swallows, her face turning red as I move to place more food on the fork. Noting this, I stop partway, my expression neutral as I watch her speak.

“This is...so embarrassing...” I chuckle at her reaction, her eyes narrowing a bit as she stares me down.

“Sorry, sorry. Your reaction...Anyway, it's not like you can feed yourself right now, can you?” I respond, her mouth closing into a tight line. I guide the food toward her mouth once more, a devious thought coming to my mind as I watch her mouth open a bit. I wait until she is done swallowing the food, moving closer as I watch her eye widen in surprise as our noses almost touch. I ignore the pounding of my heart in my chest, trying my best to stay calm and composed as I whisper into her ear. My voice is odd sounding even to me, a smooth, deep rumble as I try to sound as seductive as possible. I'm just trying to make her understand how I felt last night, when she embarrassed me.

“...I heard you, before. Some part of you is enjoying this, isn't it?” Her reaction then surprises me. She does pause for a bit, her mouth open in a mix of embarrassment and horror, but it closes just as quickly, replaced by a smirk.

“I could say the same thing about you. Seems like we both enjoy teasing,” She responds, her voice whispering into my own ear. I feel my face heat up at that remark, my mind remembering vividly what happened. My composure is lost momentarily, and I can feel my heart rise up in my throat, blocking any comeback I had planned. She was probably right about that one. I slowly back away, praying that my face isn't beet red, or at least enough so that anyone would notice. I take a couple deep breaths, realizing that Hyakkimaru has also composed herself by this time, and I gather more food for her. We continue like this in an awkward silence, aside from the sound of her chewing, not really sure what to say to one another after that exchange. Maybe it's better that we don't. It only takes a few more mouthfuls before the plate is cleaned, the small woman's face now less pale than before as she beams slightly. AT least she ate it all.

“...Tell Tsunami-san thanks if you don't mind...” She mutters, her voice soft as I realize she is probably still tired. Her hunger could only keep her awake for so long; now that that was gone, her body needed sleep. I nod, getting up from my spot next to her and positioning myself behind the handlebars of the wheelchair. Being careful not to disturb her too much, I easily walk her back to her room, the only sound once again her soft breathing and my footsteps. The door slowly opens as I gently push it, my hand easily finding the light switch and turning it on. It only takes me a second to move the chair next to her futon, my heart racing against my chest as I pick her up, taking off the cloak as I do so and carefully set her down on the tiny bed. I put the chair back in its place next to her bag, putting the black cloak in it as well. I can only watch as her breathing become more steady, the familiar snoring sound once again coming out of her mouth. It's kind of cute. I think as I gently put the blanket back over her sleeping form, my hands being careful not to go anywhere they shouldn't. I do run my fingers through her hair, though, enjoying it as I feel her soft locks as I touch her skin on the right side of her face. It's difficult through the bandages, but I can tell that her skin there is a bit rough, and a little scarred. I let go after feeling her move a bit, her body shaking a bit as a small moan escapes her mouth. I've sated my curiosity. I carefully leave the room, turning off the light before I shut the door quietly.

“Good night.”
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