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ᗰOᑎᔕTEᖇ	By : Sessakag Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Naruto/Hinata Views: 44712 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Four
Desire

October 17, 2007

Naruto lay face down in a pillow, snoring as if his life depended on it, drooling the drool of a good, deep sleep. He turned over, arm stretched wide across his bed.
A tantalizing scent enticed him from his peaceful slumber.
Blue eyes opened slowly, taking in the cheerfully bright bedroom.
He sniffed the air.
The scent of something delicious had his stomach growling ravenously. He sat up, yawned and scratched at his head. Swinging his legs to the edge of the bed, he stretched, feeling oddly relaxed, his muscles looser than they’d ever felt before. It was a few moments before he realized it was the effect of Hinata’s Juuken last night.
He felt himself blush, thinking of what else had happened last night.
He’d gone to bed rock hard last night, too embarrassed and ashamed of the thoughts he’d had about her to actually do anything about it.
Anticipating a terribly long night of discomfort, he had decided that would be his punishment for thinking perverted things about someone as innocent and sweet as Hinata. Though the Juuken had taken his self imposed punishment considering his muscles had been so relaxed that he had fallen asleep the moment his head touched the pillow.
It made him feel worse that he hadn’t paid for his perverse thoughts.
She was helping him out, and here he was panting after her like that. It just didn’t feel right, like he was doing something wrong. Weird because he didn’t feel that way when he fantasized about other girls.
Somehow, Hinata was different.
He scratched his cheek, mulling it over.
She was….special to him.
It felt like he was cheapening their bond by lumping her together with other girls. She didn’t deserve that. Yet here he was. Behaving in a way with her that he would any other girl. She was more to him than just a girl to stroke himself off to at night.
He frowned, confusion and guilt settling in his gut.
To him, she was…..
What?
“Gah!” he cried out in frustration, mussing his hair roughly before lying back on the bed and staring up at the ceiling.
….…What was she to him exactly?
Friend seemed too tame for what he felt.
A friend was Rock Lee, Shikamaru and Ino.
She was a girl he liked, but not in the way he liked Sakura.
He didn’t think of Sakura nearly as much as he thought of Hinata and he certainly didn’t feel comfortable bearing his soul to Sakura like he did with Hinata, so she didn’t fit that either.
He was sexually attracted to her.
But he was attracted to pretty much any girl that struck his fancy so again, she didn’t fit there either.
When he thought of her, what came to mind was safety, peace, acceptance, laughter, and gut twisting emotions that were so intense, so unfamiliar he didn’t know what to do sometimes.
What was she to him?
This was so damn confusing.
A knock at the door disrupted his thoughts.
“N-Naruto-kun, I made you breakfast if you’re awake,”
He sat up quickly, his heart pounding, face flushed.
“Uh, I’ll be right out! Thanks!”
He listened as she moved away from the door.
He stood for a moment, watching the drifting clouds beyond his window. She was just like those clouds. Soft and gentle yet nonconforming, refusing to be condensed into one shape or another, ever changing and shifting.
She felt as elusive and intangible as a soft billowing cloud.
He sighed.
Unfortunately, this cloud was turning him inside out, unable to figure out which way was up or down.
He turned towards the door and moved forward, stepping over and on the junk on his floor. The scent from the kitchen was mouthwatering. His inner turmoil forgotten for the moment as his stomach rumbled. He gripped his belly as he walked.
It felt like his stomach was touching his back bone!
He was freaking starving!
The kitchen and kitchen table came into view. To his surprise, Kiba was seated at the table, Akamaru sitting on the floor next to him.
“Kiba, what are you doing here?” he asked, surprised.
Akamaru wagged his tail, coming over to bump his head against Naruto’s hand. Naruto pet the wiggling dog as he made his way over to the breakfast table.
“I’m sorry Naruto-kun,” Hinata said turning from the stove, worry etched on her face, “I-I wanted to get your permission first but-”
“But who needs permission when we’re all friends, right?” Kiba asked with a grin.
“Ehhhh, what a pushy guy so early in the morning,” Naruto commented with his trademark, closed eyed, slightly annoyed expression on his face, “Don’t worry Hinata, I already know this guy just barged his way in,”
Kiba grinned, shrugging his shoulders at the accurate statement. They both knew Hinata was too sweet to tell him to take a hike. Besides, it didn’t really bother Naruto to have his friends come by his place.
“So what the heck are you doing here so early for anyways, Kiba?” Naruto questioned, petting Akamaru’s head as he spoke.
Kiba tapped his nose, fangs gleaming as his lips spread into a bright smile.
“This nose can smell Hinata’s cooking fifty miles away,”
“Hinata’s cooking?”
“Of course! Her bentos are legendary, dude,” Kiba explained, “Haven’t you tried her cooking before?”
“K-Kiba-kun,” Hinata stammered, embarrassed.
She held two plates in hand.
Naruto felt his cheeks heat.
She wasn’t wearing her normal jacket and pants.
Her clothing was casual.
The lavender dress sprinkled with pale blue flowers that she wore really suited her. It wasn’t tight but definitely flowed over her body in all the right places. The sleeves were loose, billowing over her hands, the hem of the skirt an inch above her knees. Her long hair was loosely braided and flung over her left shoulder. A white apron was tied around her waist, accenting those curves he’d only got a glimpse of last night.
She placed a plate in front of him and Kiba, then straightened again, her pearl eyes questioning.
“Is everything okay, Naruto-kun?”
“A-a-ah yeah! I’m fine, just…surprised. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wearing a dress before,”
She looked down, her cheeks reddening. Hands coming up to fidget.
“I-I’ll be off for a while and thought it’d be n-nice to dress casually, but Hanabi only packed clothes she thought best suit me….Do I….look bad, Naruto-kun?”
“Of course not!” Naruto exclaimed, disturbed that he might have hurt her feelings, “You look really nice, Hinata,”
Her face was as bright as any tomato as she shuffled her sandal encased feet.
“T-Thank you, Naruto-kun,”
“Told you, Hinata,” Kiba said, swallowing a mouth full of food and grinning over at her , “Hanabi’s right, you look really cute when you’re not swallowed up in that jacket,”
A small frown curled Naruto’s lips at the word “cute”. Kiba’s complement kind of rubbed him the wrong way. Like he had suddenly smelled something really distasteful.
Did Kiba….like Hinata?
As more than just a friend and long time teammates?
His brows lowered.
The questions bothered him.
Searching his memory, he couldn’t recall a single instance between the two that would suggest there were or ever had been more than friends.
Still…
“Naruto-kun, you’re not eating…..is something wrong? Are you in pain again?”
“U-Uh no, I’m fine,”
Setting aside his disquiet, he picked up his chopsticks, awkwardly trying to arrange them in a way that felt comfortable.
Akamaru trotted over to Kiba for scraps.
Five minutes later, he was ready to just stick his head into the food and eat that way. He could not get a decent bite of food, worse, the food was delicious! It was torture! Some sort of sick joke!
Kiba laughed at him as he dropped his chop sticks and pouted instead.
“Oi, its not funny, I’ll die of starvation!” he whined.
Hinata took a seat next to him. Wiping her wet hands on her apron, she picked up his chopsticks and pulled his plate closer to her.
“Hinata?”
Her cheeks were dull red again, though her eyes were soft with concern.
“I’ll help you eat breakfast and we can practice using your left hand to eat later,”
“Are you seriously gonna feed him, Hinata?” Kiba asked, sour expression on his face.
“Kiba-kun, Naruto-kun needs help. H-He’s really trying his best,” she insisted, “Please be nice,”
Kiba sat back with a roll of his eyes and a petulant pout of his own.
“Thanks Hinata,” Naruto said with as much smugness as he could muster, grinning deviously at Kiba.
Kiba narrowed his eyes, stuffing his mouth and chewing viciously.
Hinata shifted, drawing Naruto’s attention. He watched as she loaded a bite of food between his chopsticks, blew on it softly and leaned forward, offering it to him.
Red stained his cheeks as he leaned in to accept the bite.
He hadn’t known being fed by a girl could feel so…..intimate….
While she prepared the next bit for him, Kiba took the time to stick his tongue out at him from across the table. Shyness obliterated, Naruto sent him a smug, sly glance before turning to Hinata.
“The food is delicious, Hinata,”
Her smile was shy, her cheeks crimson with pleasure.
“T-Thank you, Naruto-kun, I’m so glad you like it,” she said, holding out his chopsticks to him again.
He accepted another bite, watching Kiba bristle from the corner of his eye. He was viciously chewing again. Naruto held back a chuckle as he and Hinata settled into a routine to clear his plate.
Served him right.
He wasn’t sure if Kiba liked Hinata or not but he doubted she was interested in him like that. He and Hinata talked about pretty much everything and that mutt’s name had yet to come up in more than a passing comment.
Although…
He glanced over at her.
She didn’t seem to be sparing Kiba the least bit of attention, was instead waiting patiently for him to finish chewing to feed him more.
It wasn’t like he had asked her if she liked anyone. She knew he liked Sakura, he had told her so and complained about his lack of progress with her, but Hinata always seemed quiet when he brought it up that he kind of got all wrapped up in talking that he didn’t even think to ask her about her love life.
Did she have a crush on someone?
He accepted another bite with a small frown.
The thought of her answering that question with the name Kiba or anybody else disturbed him. The attention she showered on him had become something he looked forward to at every opportunity, her presence giving him a sense of peace, and she did all that just as friends.
He could imagine the guy she got with would command all her attention….something he was loathe to share.
He felt incredibly selfish and guilty for even thinking that, but it was true.
He didn’t want to share her with anybody. Didn’t want someone to become more important than him to her, to come along and shove him to the side. Hinata was the only one that understood him on a level he’d never thought possible. She was a soothing balm when he felt hurt, a guiding force when he felt lost.
She didn’t ask anything of him.
Didn’t expect anything of him.
She accepted him.
All of him.
With no hesitation, no reservation, no second guessing.
She made him feel necessary, worthy.
How could he be expected to give that up?
More food filled his mouth, flavor exploding over his tongue.
Eventually, he wouldn’t need her to care for him once he got his arm back. He’d have no real excuse to keep her so close to him then. He couldn’t very well keep her all to himself could he? It wasn’t really fair to her and he didn’t think she would appreciate him running guys away from her.
But still….
If she didn’t know he was doing it…
He glared over at Kiba who returned his narrowed gaze with one of his own.
Hmph!
Until Hinata made clear she was interested in a certain guy, he saw no problem with making sure no one tried to take advantage of her. She was notoriously sweet and gentle and it was hard for her to say no or tell some over zealous guy to take a hike. He had no problem doing it for her.
Wouldn’t bother him to toss a few guys out the window, starting with a certain mutt.
She was special to him.
He’d be damned if he let her get used or hurt.
The very thought was repugnant.
“Hey Hinata, me and Akamaru are going to the lake later on, wanna come with us?”
Naruto felt his eyes narrow as he brought his cup of orange juice to his lips.
“Sorry Kiba-kun,” she replied with an apologetic smile, “Naruto-kun has a couple of interviews today and Tsunade-sama wants me to help him with those,”
“Ehhhh, interviews,” Kiba pouted, “Why don’t they interview everyone then? We were all there during the war,”
Hinata giggled.
“Because Naruto-kun was essential to the war and turned the tide all by himself with his clones.” her smile was proud, “He saved us all, more than once.”
“Hinataaaaaa.” came Naruto’s touched response, a hilariously emotional look on his face.
Hinata smiled at his exaggerated expression.
“It’s true Naruto-kun, your strength is incredible. You’re booked solid for at least the next two months for interviews, a couple of photo shoots and a handful of sculptors are begging Tsunade-sama to allow you to sit for them.”
Naruto leaned back in his chair, head hanging over the back.
“I’m exhausted just thinking about it, dattebayo.”
“So Tsunade-sama asked you to help baby sit this idiot so he doesn’t embarrass the village, eh, Hinata?”
Naruto sat up and scowled at Kiba.
Sure, that’s exactly what Baa-chan had said but still, he didn’t have to rub it in!
“That not it. Talking to the press can be tricky if you’re not used to it, no matter who you are. The smallest mistake can end up being taken out of context,” Hinata explained, clearing their empty dishes, “I don’t think Tsunade-sama really meant Naruto-kun would embarrass the village, more so she wanted to protect Naruto-kun from bad press.”
“Psh! No way, the guy’s an idiot, that why,”
“What was that, dog boy?” Naruto exclaimed, leaping to his feet, fist bunched in threat.
Kiba threw an arm over the back of his chair, a finger in his ear as though trying to tune out Naruto’s loud mouth.
“So loud and obnoxious,” Kiba complained, “they should be interviewing me considering I’m going to become Hokage,”
Naruto’s brow twitched.
“Why you….”
Hinata moved to the table, a wrapped container in hand.
“Kiba-kun, Naruto-kun’s interview is going to start soon,” she said with a small worried frown, “he needs to get ready for it….”
Kiba stood.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m going,”
She offered him the container.
“Thank you for stopping by to share breakfast with us. Here, you can have the left overs,”
“Really?” he gushed, eyes twinkling.
Hinata smiled warmly.
“Of course, Kiba-kun, be sure to share with Akamaru.”
Akamaru barked in excitement, his tail wagging furiously as Hinata gave him a scratch behind the ears.
Naruto pouted as he watched the exchange.
Left overs in hand, Kiba and Akamaru made their way to the door.
“I-I’m sorry, Naruto-kun, Kiba-kun isn’t usually so rude.”
Petulance gone, Naruto grinned at Hinata.
“Don’t sweat it, Hinata. We weren’t really serious anyway.”
She smiled, seeming relieved.
“Your interview is at 10, Naruto-kun, if you need help getting ready, please let me know.”
A defeated sigh left his lips. At least two months of annoying reporters asking him the same questions the one before asked over and over again. Now he understood how Shikamaru felt when he had to do something he felt was tedious.
‘Interviews….what a drag….’
Hinata’s giggle caught his attention. He opened his eyes, looking over at her.
“What?” he questioned, confused.
“I’m sorry, Naruto-kun, its just you have this closed eyed expression on your face that’s really funny.”
His head tilted.
“Closed eyed expression?”
She nodded cheerfully.
“Yes, you’ve done it since the first time I met you, back when we were kids.”
He grinned, hand ruffling his hair.
“Guess that’s true.”
“Naruto-kun….”
“Yeah?”
“Do you…..need me to undo the buttons on your shirt for you?”
A blush stained his cheeks, last night’s disheveled Hinata came rushing back. He swallowed, and looked away.
“Ah, if it wouldn’t be too much trouble.” he mumbled.
“O-of course not,” she said moving towards him, “That’s why I’m here, Naruto-kun.”
He breathed in her delicate, unique scent, watching with lowered lids as her fingers moved over the buttons of his shirt.

March 3, 2008

Naruto leaned over the book, blue eyes intense as he read silently.
It was getting a little easier to concentrate for longer periods of time. A year ago, hell, a month ago he wouldn’t have thought himself capable of studying let alone retaining the information as well as he was, but if he wanted even a taste of that delicious smelling ramen coming from the kitchen, he had to get this concept down.
Not only that, he needed to know this stuff in order to get closer to becoming a jonin, and later, the Hokage.
The last five months had been a whirlwind of activity.
He’d been bounced around town from one person to another. Reporters, artists, fans, and everyone in between had gotten a piece of him and now, the village was finally beginning to quiet down. With Konoha calmer, he had more time to focus on the things he needed to get done.
Kakashi, the new Hokage, had informed him that, though his power was that of a Kage, rather than a jonin, he still had to go through the process just like everyone else.
Genin.
Chunin.
Jonin.
Kage.
There was a set tier, a chain of progress that had to be observed.
With their relationship as former sensei and pupil, the new Hokage could not give the appearance of favoritism by simply promoting him without him passing the required physical and written assessments.
He wasn’t the least bit concerned about the physical.
He was more than battle tested and ready for anything they tossed his way. It was the book work that had him concerned.
To motivate him, Hinata had made a deal with him, that if he really tried hard to study, she would make him ramen or they’d go to Ichiraku’s as a reward, breaking the strict diet he’d been on since leaving the hospital. At the time, he hadn’t had the heart to tell her he’d been sneaking out to get ramen on the days she went out to do grocery shopping or catch up with clan duties or any other time she was absent, but once he had seen how worried and concerned she had been about him passing his exams, he’d vowed to uphold his part of the deal and stopped sneaking ramen.
That had probably been the hardest decision he’d ever made and he had dreamed of nothing but eating himself into a coma on Ichiraku’s ramen for nearly two weeks after.
Little by little though, his cravings had dimmed and seeing how proud Hinata was when she review with him, erased any regret he may have felt.
He frowned.
Breaking a promise to Hinata was damn painful.
It was harder to break a promise to Hinata than anyone else because there was no punishment! It was weird but that bothered him more than anything. If he did something wrong, something that upset her, she didn’t beat him up like Sakura, didn’t call him an idiot like Shikamaru or Kiba, didn’t sigh in annoyance and aggravation like Baa-chan or Kakashi-sensei, she did something worse.
Far worse.
She hurt.
She’d look at him with those lavender eyes and look so sad and then proceed to tell him not feel bad about screwing up. It almost felt like she was taking the blame instead of placing where it belong.
The guilt would eat him up faster than acid on a thin sheet of paper.
It drove him insane because he knew she wasn’t trying to make him feel like shit but still he couldn’t help but feel like scum to put that look on her face. He’d rather she get angry and yell at him at least instead of let him off the hook.
And so, he found it impossible to tell her one thing and do another.
To be honest, even looking at the Ichiraku’s shop made him feel guilty, let alone going in to sneak a bite.
How the hell could he take the risk of her finding out about it and hurt her feelings?
She would probably say something like, “I’m sorry Naruto-kun, I didn’t mean to make you feel like you had to sneak to do what you love.” No way was he gonna let that scenario go down again.
Twice was enough for him.
With all this to consider, he found himself more tolerant and receptive to studying.
A frustrated growl across from him gained his attention.
He looked up at himself seated on the floor in front of the coffee table, leaning over a map, sour expression on his face.
“This is hard, dattebayo,” the clone said.
“Of course its hard, these are jonin level battle plans,” came the clone on the other side of the couch, opposite the original, “and we’re an off-script type ninja,”
He limited clone studying to two, any more than that and he would get a vicious headache once he undid the jutsu to gain their knowledge.
He was able to create clones and perform simple jutsu with one handed signs, thanks again to Hinata. It was hard to manipulate and allocate the appropriate amount of chakra with only one hand to form seals, so the two of them had worked on chakra control together, everyday until he was able to use his trademark Kage Bunshin no jutsu. He’d only just got the hang of it a week or so ago.
Being able to use jutsu again had done wonders to improve his mood.
He’d been in a slump, not being able to go out on missions or to have some outlet for his over active, over abundant energy. Depressing, the guys called him when they hung out at his house and listened to his bellyaching. Maybe he had been more down in the dumps than was normal for him, but he had plenty of reason to feel that way.
Training was hard to do considering the fan girls that chased him up, down and around the village and when he did train, he made more mistakes than he usually did, often depending on an arm that was no longer there when he really got into it.
Ironically, his ineffective training had led him to his first taste of “Hinata guilt” and subsequently led to them training together to perfect one hand seals.
He could still remember the day crystal clear…

After a particularly frustrating day of running from girls and villagers, screwing up his training session, getting the cold shoulder from Sakura for unknown reasons and having a bout of phantom pain he had been in an absolutely atrocious mood coming home. Aggravated beyond belief, throbbing pain shooting through his body, no mission in sight, he had been spoiling for an argument and had found an easy target for it.
If he were honest, on top of all that was the underlying tension he always felt around her since that first night she’d come to his apartment. Like if she looked at him too closely she’d see into his perverted mind, would sense the guilt he felt about the dirty things he thought about her, the fantasies he couldn’t stop when he masturbated at night.
He was strung up tight, combating feelings and emotions he didn’t recognize or understand.
That day she had come to welcome him back as he stepped through the door, wanting to know how his day had went, just like always, looking more beautiful than should be allowed, the pretty pink dress and jean jacket doing little to cover her feminine figure.
He remembered being so frustrated, mentally, physically, sexually that he’d snapped at the innocent question, voice raised, laying out for her all the shitty things that had happened that day.
She had stood there, silently, eyes full of hurt while he damn near bellowed at her, listening while he poured it all out, though he’d had enough sense not to mention anything sexual.
It wasn’t her fault he was a damn pervert anyway.
When he finished making an ass of himself, he’d stormed to his room, slamming the door.
Seconds later, shame and guilt had nearly knocked him over.
‘What the hell am I doing?’ he remembered thinking in the silence of his bedroom, wondering if this was part of the “raging hormones” Iruka-sensei had spoken of after their man to man talk about girls.
A talk that had been really awkward but informative.
Iruka-sensei had explained a lot of things to him, about the changes his body was going through, about going from boy to man and what that meant. Iruka-sensei thought he was a “late bloomer” because of all the distractions he’d had and that now it was catching up to him. While physically, his body had gone through puberty, mentally, he hadn’t caught up to his body.
He was a boy in a mans body.
The simplistic reasoning of a boy didn’t always line up with the complex needs and wants of a man.
With no distractions, he was going through the transition of child to adult.
Too embarrassed to come out of his room, he’d taken one of his pain meds and spent most of the evening lying down, kicking himself for yelling at Hinata, and trying to sort out how he was going to apologize and explain himself.
Hours later, when his room had gone dark, a soft knock had brought him from his self-recrimination.
“.….N-Naruto-kun…..” had come her gentle voice.
The hesitancy had made him feel worse than shit.
“I….I-I know i-it was your day to make dinner….but I….went ahead and made it….if you’re hungry….”
His teeth had clenched with remorse to hear her so nervous with him. Unable to open his mouth, he’d listened as her footsteps moved away. Sitting up, he had sat on the edge of his bed for a moment, getting together the courage to show his face. Hardening his resolved, he had left the room and gone to the kitchen table where Hinata was already seated and eating silently.
The two had eaten in silence until the tension had nearly driven him insane.
“Hinata-”
“Naruto-kun-”
They’d both stopped. Surprisingly, Hinata had taken advantage of the silence to speak first.
“Naruto-kun, I’m sorry about earlier,”
The words, so softly spoken, filled with remorse, had shocked him.
What the hell did she have to be sorry about?
“I know you’ve been under a lot of stress with every thing that’s been going on, dealing with your wound and not being able to go on missions for now,” she had said, her fingers coming up to fidget, “I haven’t really taken into consideration how hard its been on you. I know sometimes, when a person is having a bad day, the last thing they want is to be bombarded with questions right at the door. I should have-”
“Don’t!” he’d burst, unable to bear to hear her blame herself for his stupidity, “You don’t have anything to be sorry for. I shouldn’t have taken my frustrations out on you like that. I’m……happy when you greet me at the door and ask how my day is….”
The admission had brought a blush to both their faces, but he’d been unwilling to let her think he wasn’t happy that she welcomed him back when he could just as easy be back in the gut wrenching, painful hell that was coming home to an empty, cold and lonely apartment.
“It wasn’t you at all. I’ve been feeling kind of…..useless….lately. I’m a ninja, I’m used to constant movement, constant conflict and fighting. Being idle….I guess its starting to get to me. I’m sorry that I yelled at you…I’m really sorry, Hinata,”
Her look of concern had only rubbed salt in his wounds.
“Its okay, Naruto-kun, I understand how hard this must be for you,” she’d smiled, recalling some memory she hadn’t shared with him, “You’ve always been very energetic for as long as I can remember….I think maybe we can do something productive training wise that will make you feel better, though its not as exciting as a mission would be,”
From there she had explained that one hand seals could be learned, though it was a really tricky thing to master. It was more than tricky. The focus and concentration he had acquired during senjutsu training had really given him an advantage, otherwise he knew he would never have been able to learn how to do it.
“Do you think that will help you feel better, Naruto-kun?” she’d asked after they discussed the details.
Her expression had been so genuine and concerned that he had wanted to create a couple of clones to beat the crap out of him for hurting her. He was used to having outside forces correct his behavior, this was new and jarring for him and a hundred times worse than a punch to the gut by Sakura for being an idiot.
Wanting to make her happy, wanting to see her smile, he’d told her it would make him feel a lot better to work on one-hand seals with her.
Her happiness at his response had twisted his gut.
After that, she seemed to have dismissed the one sided argument he’d had with her all together, returning to her quietly cheerful personality, no longer hesitant with him. And right after dinner, they began practicing chakra control.
Several months later, he had finally gained enough control to perform jutsu.
Funny thing is, the moment he had summoned his clones one-handed for the first time, they had glared at him. He had been in the mist of celebrating his success and debating whether or not to hunt down Hinata to share the good news when one of them had cleared their throat loudly to gain his attention.
He had looked at them curiously as they moved closer to him.
“What is it, dattebayo?” he had asked the four copies of himself.
“We’re gonna beat the crap outta you for upsetting Hinata that time,” one of them declared, pointing at him.
“Huuuh?”
“Don’t play dumb, ‘ttebayo!” another piped up.
“Don’t you remember wanting to make some of us to beat the crap outta you for taking your anger out on Hinata? Well we’re still mad about what you did so we’re gonna beat the crap outta you,” said the first clone.
“Yeah!” agreed a third.
“You got some nerve hurting her like that, idiot!” said the fourth.
“You guys are me too so that makes you just as much to blame as me!” Naruto had pointed out.
The glaring clones had quickly turned on each other, and in true Naruto fashion, the original had jumped in to pop things off. Minutes later, bruised and battered, Naruto had lay sprawled on the living room floor, satisfied he’d finally gotten his punishment for the Hinata incident, though he had had to make up an excuse for his beat down to Hinata when she came home later that day….

“Would you guys be serious?” complained original Naruto, “Hinata’s giving us a quiz on this stuff next week and I’m not about to fail,”
He had barely scraped by the last quiz and was lucky he had been able to guess the last question correctly. Hinata was shockingly strict and unforgiving when it came to the learning material. No extra credit, no partial credit and no retakes. It was all or nothing, high stakes testing. Her soft spoken words still, somehow, conveyed a hint of steel, of no-nonsense that had kept him in line.
He was still fascinated with this new unraveled facet of her personality.
Just when he thought he had a pretty good idea of what made her tick, she would do or say something to throw him off kilter again. If he was the number one most unpredictable ninja in the Hidden Leaf, she was certainly a close second.
At least he thought so.
The clones grumbled but returned to their studies once more. They were apart of him, so he knew they felt the same driving need as him. The desire to move closer to becoming Hokage…….the desire to make Hinata proud.
“Naruto-kun, the ramen is ready,”
He looked up to see Hinata standing in the doorway. The green sundress was very flattering on her, even with the apron covering most of it. Her long shinny hair was loose today, flowing down her back and over her shoulders.
“Thanks, Hinata,” all three Narutos said at once.
She smiled.
A knock sounded at the front door. Hinata turned to look in the direction of the door before turning back to him.
“I’ll get that, I’ll be just a moment, Naruto-kun,”
As she left to answer the door, Naruto dispelled his clones, taking a moment to absorb the new information. Once finished, he closed his book and headed for the kitchen table, wondering who was at the door but having a pretty good idea who.
Damn mutt face just couldn’t keep his nose out of his kitchen.
Sure enough, Kiba walked in, but this time, he’d brought back up.
“Naruto! What’s up?” Ino all but shouted as she took a seat at the table.
“Good evening,” Sai greeted, pulling out a chair.
Kiba sat his irritating self in the seat to Naruto’s right, while Akamaru headed for the living room. He was almost too busy glaring at Kiba to notice Shino walk in.
“Good evening, Naruto” Shino began, “please excuse the intrusion. Why? Because-”
“We just happened to be in the neighborhood and thought we’d drop by,” Kiba purred.
Naruto pursed his lips, broadcasting his disbelief.
“Who knew having you as a neighbor would be so annoying, ‘ttebayo,”
Hinata walked into the kitchen and began gathering bowls.
“Here, I’ll help you,” Ino said, standing and moving to grab a bowl.
“Thanks Ino-chan,”
“You’re hardly the ideal neighbor, I can’t even go outside the apartment building without wading through a group of fan girls and losers asking me to get your autograph,” Kiba retorted, rolling his eyes, “Way to block the entrance with all your pathetic fans, douche,”
“Psh, its not my fault I’m cool as hell,” Naruto said with all the smugness he could muster, “You’re just jealous nobody’s interested in you,”
“But you don’t even like the attention,” Sai pointed out, “You run and hide most of time,”
“Hey you’d run too if you were in my shoes!” Naruto declared.
“I think all the attention would get overwhelming eventually,” Shino put in, “Why? Because-”
“Hmm, well I read in a book that people that are insecure avoid the spotlight,” Sai said, “Have you become insecure, Naruto-kun?”
“Quit calling me that! I hate it,” Naruto pouted.
“Hinata calls you that all the time,” Sai pointed out calmly.
“She can, you can’t,” Naruto pulled a disgusted look, “Its creepy and gross when you do it, especially with that weird smile of yours, dattebayo,”
“I’ve been practicing, Ino-chan says its not nearly as creepy anymore. Here, watch,”
Naruto and Kiba cringed at the stiff curl of Sai’s lips.
“Better?” Sai questioned.
“Creepy,” Kiba offered.
“It’s worse than creepy, ‘ttebayo,”
Sai frowned.
“I think it looks fine, Sai,” Ino said, placing a bowl of ramen in front of him.
“Meh, your vote doesn’t count, you’re his girlfriend, of course you’re gonna say nice stuff,” Kiba dismissed.
Ino stuck her tongue out at Kiba as she sat a bowl in front of Shino.
“He has a great smile, doesn’t he Hinata?” Ino asked.
“Ah, w-well, I think Sai-kun has a nice smile. It’s unique to him,” she said, setting a bowl in front of Naruto and Kiba.
“Hinata doesn’t count either, she doesn’t have a mean bone in her body so of course she’ll say something nice,”
“What about Shino?” Naruto asked.
“Shino doesn’t count either, he’ll take too long to make a decision and start rambling on and on until he puts everyone to sleep,”
“K-Kiba-kun, that’s not nice,” Hinata admonished, sitting down with her own bowl.
Naruto snickered, though he agreed Shino had a habit of going into more detail than was necessary the few times he spoke up.
“That’s a load of crap, Shino should get a say,” Ino said, “Go on Shino, what do you think,”
Ten minutes later, Ino sorely regretted she’d asked. Shino was way off topic and was, for some reason, telling them about the best environment for one of his bugs to lay eggs. Less than interested, Naruto and Kiba had moved on to bigger and better things to argue about and were completely ignoring the rambling guy. The dinner ended on a high note, and once everyone had gone home, Naruto helped Hinata wash the dishes, rinsing the suds from the bowls and drying the best he could.
“Dinner went well,” Hinata said with a smile.
“Hmmmmm,” Naruto pouted, “That jerk Kiba,”
Hinata giggled at the face he pulled.
“You two argue like cats and dogs,”
“That’s ‘cuz he always finds himself at our door any time you cook, hogging all the food,”
Hinata laughed again, draining the dirty dish water and helping rinse and dry the left over dishes.
“It’s okay, Naruto-kun, even if he eats it all, I’ll make you as much as want,”
He looked over at her smiling face. Her hair was tucked behind her ear, giving him an unimpeded look at her graceful throat, delicate jawline and plush lips. His mouth was drier than the desert.
Without a doubt, Hinata was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen.
A blush stained his cheeks and remained there throughout their clean up and nightly routine of buttoning his pajamas, checking his pain levels, reviewing his study materials and finally saying goodnight.
xxxxxx
In the darkness of his room, he lay in bed, blanket and sheet pushed to the bottom. His shirt was pushed up, his pajama bottoms at his knees.
His breath came out in soft pants, sweat doting his brow.
Slowly, firmly he stroked himself, the glide of his hand feeling unbearably good.
His body felt tight, tension thrumming thorough his limbs, heat pooling low in his abdomen. He closed his eyes, remembering those plush lips, imagining them wrapped around his shaft. Could almost feel the heat of her mouth engulfing him, her tongue teasing his heated flesh.
Pillow soft lips pressing heated kisses to his hard length.
He groaned, his hand moving to the tip of his throbbing dick.
Gathering the moisture that had escaped, he rubbed the head of his cock in a circular motion, imaging her tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh.
He shuddered, biting his lip against the overwhelming need to cum.
“Hinata,” he gasped.
He thought of her plump, wet lips stretched around his cock, her delicate throat working as he pushed his length deeper. His fist tightened, stroking harder, faster as her moon colored eyes peered up at him through thick dark lashes, her raven hair plastered to her naked, glistening body.
He imagined her kissing and licking his cock, her breasts swaying gently, one hand gripped around his length, the other between her legs.
Pleasure unfurled in his gut, pounding through his veins.
His body twitched, abdomen tightening.
He bit his lip against the moan threatening to break the silence of the night. His chest heaved as his hand moved faster, pulsating waves of pleasure crashing through him. His fantasy shifted.
A rounded bottom filled his mind’s eye. Hinata, on her hands and knees, her back to him, cheeks raised and waiting sent intense stabs of lust straight to his throbbing cock. She looked over her shoulder at him, her face flushed, eyes heavy lidded. She was panting, pouty pink lips parted and moist.
Those lilac eyes were begging, pleading with him to touch her.
To fuck her.
“Naruto-kun…….please…..”
The sound of flesh meeting flesh was loud in his ears, but he couldn’t stop. It felt too good. The thought of Hinata offering her body to him, begging him increased the tension tightening his body to an unbearable strain. Ecstasy explode through his veins as he thrust into his own hand, his heated flesh unbearably hard and aching. The pulsating throb winding him into a frenzy of need.
His hand moved faster, his mind empty of everything but Hinata and the impending orgasm pounding in his balls.
He held his breath, pressure building at the base of his dick.
His heart slammed against his rib cage, his eyes squeezed shut. Grinding his teeth he squeezed himself tighter, imaging Hinata’s big titties naked, jiggling and covered in his cum. Pink nipples shiny with his semen…
His groan was long and loud as he came, the hot liquid of passion coating his fisted hand and dripping down his balls.
His eyes opened, rolling into the back of his skull, the sensation of cum erupting from his cock indescribable.
His body jerked and twitched as he squeezed the wet tip of his cock, drawing out the pleasure with long tight strokes of his hand. His lungs heaved as he rubbed his thumb over the sensitive head, smearing cum. Relief flowed through him. The painful sexual tension easing for at least another night.
Muscles trembling, he stroked himself again, the slippery friction eliciting a low groan, before relaxing.
Sweat cooled against his skin.
Euphoria spread through out his entire body.
He lay there, dick in hand, panting softly.
Minutes ticked by. He stared up at the dark ceiling, basking in his orgasm until the air felt uncomfortably cold against his shrinking cock.
He swallowed, then kicked off his pajama bottoms and boxers. He sat up, grimacing at the sticky mess on his hand and genitals. Clean up was a swift and familiar routine. A couple of minutes later, Naruto was back in bed, fully clothed.
He’d done this so many nights it was beginning to become apart of his nightly ritual.
He sighed, his eyes sleepy.
He felt replete, guilt waiting at the fringe of his mind.
Something else that had become a part of his nightly routine. No matter how many times he tried not to, he couldn’t help fantasizing about Hinata. Maybe it was their close proximity, maybe her clothing change, whatever it was, had turned on a switch in his brain and he didn’t know how to turn the damn thing off and deep down, he wasn’t certain he wanted to turn it off.
He was always harder than normal when he pictured her naked and aroused. Orgasms were mind blowing, the satisfaction deeper when it was her he was thinking about.
Even now, those lush lips, that breathy sigh of his name was enough to twist his gut with desire.
He covered his eyes with his forearm as his cheeks burned.
He was becoming obsessed.
xxxxxx
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