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ᗰOᑎᔕTEᖇ	By : Sessakag Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Naruto/Hinata Views: 44706 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Part Three
Becoming One
Chapter Forty
Kabuto

May 4, 2010

Konoha’s orphanage sat nestled on its outskirt atop a lush green field sheltered by several rows of tall pointed trees. The blue top, tan walled building appeared lack lust compared to the vivid nature surrounding it. Ino gripped the bird beneath her as it began its descent. She felt the woman at her back lean towards her.
“You sure you’re up for this?” Sakura whispered, “you were in a lot of pain when you came out, and you didn’t have a chance to purge.”
Ino nodded.
“I’m fine,” she assured her friend, speaking just as hushed, “the pain was gone a long time ago and I can purge later. There wasn’t much residue in his head space. It won’t take but a few minutes to get rid of it.”
“Alright.”
The bird landed and shortly thereafter extinguished. Both kunoichi dropped the handful of feet and landed gracefully. Another bird disappeared next to them. Sai and a masked Anbu dropped next to them. Pitch black eyes meet vivid blue.
‘I’m okay,’ she telegraphed to her boyfriend, hoping he could read the words in her gaze.
Whether he had or not, she couldn’t tell outwardly. Sai was focused on the mission and his face gave nothing away, nor would it in the presence of the Anbu. Since his appointment to his mysterious position, he’d cloaked himself in a aura radiating staunch concentration and professionalism that seemed heightened around the masked clandestine group. She had a suspicion as to what his new job title was, but she knew he’d never tell her, and she would never ask. Had he been able, he would’ve told her. If it was what she thought it was, then it would explain his current detachment.
Or rather his show of detachment. She knew he hadn’t regressed to that unfeeling shinobi he had told her he had once been during his stint with Root and the look he sent her way was testament to that. His glance to her had been an open question about her health.
The male Anbu at his side shifted, breaking their connection.
And just like that, the mission became forefront in her mind.
The orphanage was clean and comfy inside. Children played and laughed, stared at their new comers with awe and curiosity, though the older kids watched them with undisguised suspicion.
They were met shortly after by the man she’d seen inside the jubokko’s mind. He ushered them without question to a back office. The moment they sat, Sai explained their presence and the accusation his girlfriend was leveling at the man across from them.
“I have no connection to the jubokko. Whoever you saw, wasn’t me.”
“You’re lying,” Ino told him flatly, “I know what I saw. It was you standing over that man.”
The scaly man shook his head.
“I committed many atrocities in my life, this was not one of them.”
As creepy as she found it, as much as it turned her stomach, his voice held an undercurrent of sincerity. Sai moved at her side and pulled a sketch book from his bag.
“I’m a Yamanaka, the best Konoha has to offer. I’m sure you know what my clan specialize in.”
“Psychological examination and manipulation.”
“Then you know I got my information directly from that creature’s head. Immediately after gaining access to his memories, I transferred my consciousness into the sketch artist next to me,” she gestured to her boyfriend, “and shared my memories with him. He then sketched the image. There’s no mistake. I saw your face.”
She waited for Sai to turn the book to scaly faced man and when he didn’t she looked over at him. The dark eyed man was looking intensely at the book, his eyes taking on that focused tenure she recognized when he painted or drew something but felt there were imperfections.
A beat passed, then he looked up.
“Do you, by any chance, have a brother?”
The snake man seemed…surprised by the question as were the two women. They had both read the information gathered about Orochimaru’s right hand man. There was no brother. No family. Kabuto was an orphan of the very orphanage they resided in.
“I have no memories of my early life. My memories begin the day I was found by one of the head carers and taken in.”
Sai looked again at the picture, his dark orbs sharp and moving carefully over the graceful lines.
“Sai?” Ino questioned.
“This image…its bothered me since I compared it to the picture of him before his current transformation. Now, I can see it. Superficially, his face has changed, but structurally, it remains the same. This person you saw, it looks like him almost to a tee, but there are very minute structural differences.”
He pointed to the areas as he spoke.
“The jawline is softer here, the eyebrow ridge more prominent. These details are small, but undeniable. I don’t believe this man is Kabuto, but perhaps, a sibling. Maybe a twin?”
“As I’ve stated, I have no memory of my past life. If such a person exists I have no recollection of him.”
Her boyfriend turned his attention to her.
“Ino, are you able to recover memories?”
“Most of the time, yes,” she answered, “though it can be difficult, even damaging if they’re locked away due to emotional trauma.”
Darks orbs swung to the man in question. Reaching into the pouch at his side, he pulled out a sealed scroll.
“I’ve authorization from Lord Hokage to unearth any information through any means available. I’m going to have ask you to submit to an examination of your psyche through mind transfer immediately.”
“I’ve no objections.”
Sai gave her a silent looked, a command to begin.
Ino took a breath, then raised her hands and formed the seal that would take her from her body and began the search through his memories.
She spent an hour in his head.
The moment she was back in her body, Ino stood and, with no hesitation or compunction, swung. Knowing his level of skill, his prowess as a shinobi, she realized he made no move to avoid the fist that toppled him from his chair. Sai stood, gripping her arm. A restraint that was unnecessary. She’d love to peel the skin off his bones and pour hot acid on the flesh below. To watch him die a slow agonizing death over and over for an unending eternity, but she didn’t have the time or luxury considering what she had learned.
However…
“You are a truly despicable creature,” she spat, body shaking with barely restrained rage, “the depravity you and that monster indulged in…the corrupted taint staining that withered piece of shit you call a soul…it is absolutely disgusting that you’re allowed anywhere near a child, or any human being with the amount of blood and death on your hands! You are sick! You are sick in the fucking head!”
“Ino,” Sai whispered, “you need to calm down. We’re here for a reason, if you have information, we need it.”
Chest rising and falling quickly, the enraged Yamanaka blew several harsh breaths through her nose, her blue orbs holding a loathing intensity neither of her friends had ever seen before.
“I’m fine,” she declared, “let’s get this over with so I can get the hell away from this…monster.”
As the declared monster picked himself up from the floor, wiped the blood from his mouth and righted his chair, she couldn’t help one more scathing comment.
“You should’ve stayed locked in Izanami,” she hissed.
She reclaimed her own seat, fingers clenching the plush arm rests. Her murderous gaze tracked the white haired male’s slow crawl into his seat.
“Ino,” Sai prompted.
“He’s telling the truth,” she confirmed, “it wasn’t him in the labs. At that time, this trash was busy conducting his own fucked up experiments on other victims. None of them had any images of the jubokko or anything related to them.”
The scaly abomination had the nerve to look contrite and shamed.
Ino swallowed bile.
Contrite…
Teeth clenched, Ino fought the urge to knock his jaw loose, lamenting the fact that she didn’t have the monstrous strength her best friend wielded to truly cave his skull in.
“He has a brother,” she continued, “a twin.”
He looked stunned now and she hated the humanity it lent his face.
“He lived in a village with his mother and twin brother. I don’t know his mother’s name, but he called his younger twin Taka.”
She met his shocked stare.
“Your brother’s name was Takahiro and your name was Toshihiro. You originated from a clan of scholars. The Akechi. The rest of what I uncovered is confidential,” the blonde told him, the hardness in her tone heavy, “I don’t know where your village was located so don’t ask.”
She stood.
“We’re done here.”
With a whip of her long hair, Ino took quick, clipped paces to the door, stepped through and slammed it hard enough to knock a few painting from the office walls. The door opened behind her and rapid footsteps trailed her.
“I definitely need to purge the moment we debrief,” she told her best friend as she fell into step along side her.
“That bad?” the pinkette questioned.
“Worse. His type of depravity is just as sickening as the jubokko’s taint.”
“I’d expect nothing less. He was was like that creature’s son. They’re cut from the same soulless cloth.”
“He had no soul,” she told her softly, “he couldn’t have had one. There were children that he…”
She shook her head, that earlier wrath slowly making a return.
“It’s wasn’t just the experiments either,” the psyche kunoichi remarked, “he liked to fuck with people’s head. Tell them thing to push them towards his goals…torment them mentally just because he could. Gave him some twisted sense of self to fill the empty information in his brain. He had no identity so he borrowed from his snake master and reinforced it with his own sadism.”
They walked through the front doors and stood outside waiting for the team leader.
“Then why the hell is he allowed to run this place,” Sakura questioned aloud, “I get that he and Orochimaru are still useful, that’s the only reason they haven’t been put to death for the heinous lives they lived, but I don’t see why they can’t do that locked up. Why let someone that disgusting in the vicinity of children?”
“Because, as much as I hate to admit it, that waste of space changed. I searched his mind and looked through his memories since his fight with Itachi. He’s not the same anymore.”
“Still…”
“Trust me, I know. I saw and felt his change with my own consciousness and I still think he should spend a lifetime having his skin peeled, reattached then peeled again. Changed or not, he has no business seeing the light of day.”
Footsteps interrupted their gripe session. They turned to the open doors. Sai and the Anbu joined them a moment later and with little more than an inquiry if they were ready, the squad of four made the short return trip to the village. Landing atop the Hokage building, their half masked leader was waiting, his trusted adviser at his side.
Ino wasted no time.
She was itching to get the sickening images out of her head. The Hokage was of a similar mind, approaching without small talk.
His dark eyes were sharp and expectant.
“It wasn’t Kabuto,” she announced, cutting straight to the chase, “he has a twin, Takahiro. I believe his village was destroyed some times ago, but their clan name was Akechi. They-”
The Hokage raised a hand, then turned his gaze to the Anbu.
“We’ll need to find the location of this village,” Kakashi declared, “search the archives and gather any information about the Akechi clan.”
The Anbu was gone in an instant.
“Now,” Kakashi prompted, “please continue.”
“Their village was attacked by a being I can for certain identify as an Otsutsuki but I believe the clan had a none hostile connection with either that Otsutsuki or another prior to the attack.”
Tension filled the air.
“What are you basing this information on?”
“The boys, Takahiro and Toshihiro heard whispers among the adults about a being that was to return one day, ‘Otsutsuki-sama’ they called it, and on that night, his last memory of his home, their village was attacked by a humanoid male, with pale skin, a hornlike protrusion, white clothing and most telling, the Byakugan.”
xxxxxx
Awkward…
It was so goddamn…
Awkward.
‘Guess this is apart of family life too…’ he mused silently.
Ill at ease, Naruto drummed his fingers on his thigh, concerned blue orbs moving from one Hyuuga, to another…to another…and to yet another.
The one on his left looked worried and distraught, she held his hand in both her own, comforting herself.
The one next to her, the youngest among them looked seconds from turning the low table over in a fit of teenage piques. She sat on her bottom, legs crisscrossed as he was, her thigh bouncing with no small amount of agitation.
The oldest Hyuuga, the one on his right, looked stoic but there was a lack of pride in his shoulders and a distinct avoidance of looking across the table at the teen or the woman to his right.
And last, the Hyuuga so like the one holding his hand, looked both worried and distraught but with the added gleam of heartbreak.
The silence was heavy and had been for the last thirty-five minutes they’d spent pushing wedding plans forward to match the new date. Antsy and extremely uncomfortable, the blonde was fighting the urge to say fuck it and help the reserved family tackle the huge pink elephant in the room. Clearly this wound needed to be cauterized before they applied pressure. If just being in the same room to go over something that was supposed to be a happy occasion resulted in this much hostility and hurt, then a dramatic healing was going to be needed before the actual nuptials. He didn’t want Hinata too worried about her family dynamic to enjoy the wedding planning, nor did he want any family squabbling to disrupt one of the most important days of their lives.
He wanted his fiancée to know nothing but happiness that day.
He wanted nothing but happiness that day.
As he told her, whatever she wanted for the wedding, he was on board with, anything that made her happy, but it was still his day too. A day he had been looking forward to for years. For the entirety of his lonely life. He wanted nothing to overshadow it.
“I’d like a romantic theme,” his wife-to-be explained, “with a whimsical style. Lavender among an orange backdrop, like that of a sunset.”
He smiled at the ‘color scheme’, as she called it. Like their engagement party, she wanted a representation of both of them twined together. He hadn’t had any idea that such a pretty color like lavender could mesh so well with an loud orange, but thinking about it, he probably should have been surprised. The two of them were just like those colors. Him loud and attention seeking, her subtle and soft. Why wouldn’t those colors work when he and the woman next to him did as well.
Her father sighed.
“Wouldn’t you rather have this color pallet for the reception room? It seems a little distracting, Hinata.”
Hanabi rolled her eyes.
And thus, another occurrence replayed itself. Old man Hyuuga was determined to dim her dream wedding to fit the mold the stuffy Hyuuga wanted their ceremony to fit. Naruto had let the two speak about it uninterrupted by him thus far considering Hiashi hadn’t taken an offensive tone or tried browbeating his fiancée into agreeing. And while she spoke demurely, Hinata hadn’t backed down from what she wanted.
Not once.
She was willing to compromise if she wanted to, but there were hard lines where she wouldn’t and he was happy for it.
They were getting married. Not the old man. Not the Hyuuga clan.
Them.
That day was going to be what they wanted first and foremost. Just like with the new wedding date, if anyone had a problem with what his Princess chose for their wedding, they could come talk to him about it and when they were done waisting their breath, he would politely tell them, once again, he didn’t care. Hinata wanted it and that was that.
“No father,” she replied, “I haven’t thought of what design I’d like for the reception quite yet, but this is the design I want for the ceremony.”
Another sigh but they moved on. When it came to the dress, Hinata again voiced her own desire.
“I have a wedding gown catalog book I’d like to go through with the girls, if you’ll join us, Mother. You too Hanabi.”
“Your kimono has already been selected, Hinata,” Hiashi began, “The traditional-”
“Basically, it doesn’t matter what you want, Onee-san,” Hanabi mockingly interrupted, “the clan leader get’s the final say so. Everyone else has to suck it up.”
“Hanabi,” Hinata chided quietly.
“Sweetheart, please…” their mother whispered.
The sixth ‘Hanabi’ and ‘sweetheart please’ since they’d entered the receiving room and sat down to talk. Hanabi showed no signs of controlling her mouth, and though he’d remained unnervingly silent during each interruption, old man Hyuuga looked as though he’d had just about enough. Naruto fully understood how the teen felt, her feeling were wholly justified, but he himself was finding it hard not to chastise the girl. Next time it happened, he’d step in. The snide remarks weren’t helping and did nothing but add tension to a pot already poised to overflow. At some point, she either needed to say what was in her heart and look for a solution, or at the least, attempt to keep the peace for now in deference to her older sister and mother. They were innocent bystanders in the feud between father and child.
They didn’t deserve to take any of the brunt from it.
Hanako especially.
The poor woman looked so upset and miserable by the undercurrents suffocating the occupants of the room. His heart went out to his upcoming mother-in-law. She’d suffered for years without her family, only to have it back in this state. Knowing his lover as he did, a lover that shared so many gentle characteristics with her mother, he could only imagine Hanako had already forgiven the trespass that had taken it from her and now, only wanted the solace it could provide her lonely heart.
This…
This infighting had to be tearing her apart.
Hinata wouldn’t be here day in and day out, she wouldn’t have to live beneath this strain and witness the burgeoning rift between her sister and father.
Hanako didn’t have that luxury and certainly didn’t want it.
She wanted to be close to her youngest, she had missed her time with her eldest. This time before she became an adult was precious. She had it now…and yet, it was being overshadowed by the angst her return had indirectly caused. And in true Hyuuga fashion, they were all dancing around it in their own way. He had never been a beating around the bush type guy. He drew in a breath, ready to lay it all out for his future relatives, but Hinata’s squeeze stopped him. With sad eyes, she gave a small shake of her head.
He sighed internally.
Ever the peace keeper, he knew Hinata was hoping the fight her little sister was determined to force her father into would fizzle off and they could get back to the festivity planning, but right now, Hanabi reminded him too much of Sanzo.
Sanzo wouldn’t back down until he’d either gotten what he wanted or toppled everything around him in spite. He wasn’t sure if she had always been that way, or if it was the situation, but right now, Hanabi seemed to be of the same mind as his biggest trouble making genin. Best way to curb that was to nip it in the bud as soon as possible and following that, resolve the heart of the real issue.
That was his experience.
But…
She knew her family best and he’d trust her judgment in this moment.
However, he wouldn’t leave it there.
If things didn’t get better over time, he’d talk to his lover about it, see how and where he could help cool Hanabi’s temper and foster some kind of truce between her and her father. They were all to be family and he wanted to start learning how to navigate this extension of his bonds.
“I understand that traditions are important, father,” Hinata continued, “but…in this, I’d like to choose my own gown.”
“Hinata,” Hiashi began, “there are a number of themes and styles you’ve requested that are beyond the traditional Hyuuga wedding aesthetic. Such a thing-”
“God forbid someone’s happiness be put before the traditions of the Hyuuga,” Hanabi sniped.
And with that, the young teen got what she wanted.
“Hanabi!”
Like the booming of thunder striking earth, the rebuke reverberated around the room, rumbling with acute anger. The blonde Uzumaki wasn’t the least bit shocked by the table pounding that followed that shout, in fact, he had expected it sooner. Neither woman, next to him or across from him had been prepared. Hanako startled, wide eyes shooting to the Hyuuga head, while his future wife jumped next to him, then gripped his hand tighter.
Distress bloomed across both faces.
“If you cannot keep a civil tongue in your mouth, get up from this table, now!”
“Civil! Civil! The way you treated our family was downright barbaric but now you want civility?!” the teen challenged, “you’re took everything you possibly could from us and now you want me to be civil?! You’re the only one allowed to make decisions! You’re the only one that gets to react when you don’t like something someone else is doing but you get walk all over us and no ones’s supposed to say a word! You don’t care about anything we want! Anything we feel! You are by far the biggest hypocrite I’ve ever met in my entire life and that’s saying some considering the clan we live among!”
She rose from her cushion, rocking the low table in the process, sending papers fluttering to the floor.
“The same clan that felt like mother and Onee-san were unnecessary baggage they needed to toss out of their precious clan! The same clan that walks around all high and mighty and moral but exiled a lone woman, tormented one child and made ungodly demands of the other! The same clan that forces the Hyūga Sōke no Juinjutsu on other members, with the approval of the Hyuuga head! You, Oto-san! You didn’t care about civility then! Uncle Hizashi, cousin Neji-”
Hanako rose, wrapping tender arms around the raging girl.
“Hanabi, please, that’s enough, sweetheart.”
It stemmed the torrent spewing from her young mouth, and yet the fire in those eyes remained.
“It’s not enough, Ka-san! What they did…what he did…”
Her delicate jaw tightened, the hardness in her milky orbs deepening.
“Hanabi…please calm…we can speak of this another time,” Hanako murmured, sliding gentle hands along her brown hair, “this is the time to be joyful for your sister. You’ve told me so many stories about the many, many trials and tribulations of their love story, how frustrating it was watching these two find their way to each other, how happy you are now that they are together, how much you were looking to their wedding. Leave your anger and find that happiness that made you smile so bright when you told me those stories.”
Stubbornness lined her youthful features.
“There is much to be done before this wedding, so many decisions to be made among our family, and on that day, it will all culminate in the starting of their own family, For your sister’s sake, for Naruto’s sake, please let these moments be without strife. Do not make this time one you will regret not enjoying to its fullest. The past cannot be changed. It cannot be changed now, nor years later, when you reflect on this present moment.”
Hiashi stood.
“Please inform me of your decisions, and I will review them at a later date.”
That said, the man that had made a lifetime of mistakes left, sliding the door closed behind him. The tension that had held them prisoner eased, and another discomfort arose. Following the familial spat and clan rebuke, the four remaining occupants knew without spoken words that wedding planning had come to a sad halt and was to be pushed to another, less contentious day.
He slid his hand from his wife-to- be and slipped an arm around her slumped shoulders instead. The action gained her little sister’s attention almost immediately.
She looked…infinitely contrite. Her milky depths glinting with something other than hostility, and yet just as intense. She left her mother’s arms, walked over to them and knelt next to her sister. The two met eyes a moment before she moved to his own.
“I’m sorry…Onee-san…Naruto-onii-san,”
“Don’t sweat it, Hanabi,” he told the suddenly distraught girl, “we get it, ‘ttebayo. This is a really hard situation to deal with.”
He hoped she would do better in the future, however and from there, he would gage whether he’d have his own heart to heart with her. Let her vent, cry if she needed to and once he’d given her comfort, try and get her to see the bigger picture. He’d done so with each one of his genin for one reason or another, some minor others consequential, but all of them worth the time and attention he paid them. Of course, one size didn’t exactly fit all, and there was no telling how she would respond, but it was as good a starting point as any. At the very least, he didn’t want to immediately rake her over the coals like the child she acted as but didn’t want to be treated as, rather than give her a chance to sort herself out before he intervened.
He didn’t need the wedding to pass before he started putting on his big brother boots.
Hanabi Hyuuga was already his little sister.
He didn’t know squat shit about being a big brother, but if he had one, that’s what he’d want from one and thus, that was what he’d give Hanabi.
Hinata, ever the loving sister, merely rose and swept her into a hug reminiscent of their mother.
“I’ll let you know when the girls are ready to plan, alright?” Hinata said gently.
Hanabi nodded.
The two separated, and they all stood. Hanako reached for her oldest, enfolding her into a hug, whispering words he couldn’t hear next to her ear. It seemed to help calm the bride-to-be, who nodded once she’d heard all her mother had to say and gave a small smile.
He was next.
He folded his towering height to accept the older woman’s hug.
“I’m so sorry, Naruto,”
“You don’t have anything to apologize for,” he assured her, “don’t worry. Things didn’t go the way it should’ve but next time, things’ll be better, dattebayo.”
They left shortly after.
Hinata was quiet as they walked, and he didn’t like it.
This wasn’t a contented Hinata quiet, this was his Princess was hurting quiet.
And he was having none of it.
He steered her towards a store that usually made him shudder. As he reached for the door, she gave him a questioning look.
“Naruto-kun?”
“Don’t give me that look,” he teased, “I promised we’d go so that’s what we’re gonna do. You’re still pretty, and I’m still willing to make a one time exception. Its up to you if we ever do this again, ‘ttebayo. Make it worth my while and we’ll do it again.”
He tugged her into the clothing store, smiling at her befuddled face.
The selection was massive and already he was overwhelmed. A sea of clothing, men, women and children stretched as far as the eyes could see. Shoes lined the back and side walls. Accessories interwoven among the cloth on hangers.
“Uhhh…maybe I bit off more than I could chew when I made that promise, dattebayo.”
The giggle at his side made him smile. Throwing an arm around her shoulders, he raised a determined fist and said, “Alright, let’s do this!”
The shoppers and staff looked in his directions, their faces startled, but as they recognized the orange shirt, blonde hair, whisker marks and chortling female at his side, they returned to their shopping with smiles and a few greetings. It heartened him to no end that the village that had been so cold growing up were so warm and accepting. So comfortable with boisterous eccentricities that they treated it as part of every day life in Konoha.
“So, who’s going first?” he asked.
“You,” she decided with a bright, twinkling smile.
“Alright, save the best for last, huh?”
She was already blushing. She knew what he was looking forward to.
“N-Naruto-kun, b-behave,” she implored, tugging him to the men’s wear.
‘Behave she says’ he thought with no small measure of amusement.
She knew there was no way in hell he would. Naruto Uzumaki didn’t know the meaning of the word, and even though she protested, he knew she didn’t want him to either. She loved that reckless, society norms can kiss my ass attitude he’d worn since he was young. Beyond that blushing, fluster and nervous admonishments, he could see the amused, excited glint that was alway in her eyes.
It took them a few minutes to find his size. Even though the women at the other shop had taken his measurements, he learned not all clothing store cut clothes the same and thus, sizes didn’t always line up from one store to the other.
Go figure.
She picked out some shirts for him, most orange, some branching into blue, red and green. He didn’t mind any of them, as long as she stayed away from the pink, purple and yellow. He’d wear her necklace even if she hadn’t had it finely shaven to a transparent hue, but he did not want to wear it in clothing. No disrespect to any guy that rocked it, he just wasn’t one of them. He found some he liked as well, some plain, others with cool designs he had to have. He even tried on some of the pants and shirts she thought looked good together.
The whole process would have been boring with anyone else but he couldn’t help but be swept away by the happiness on her face. The cute concentration she displayed as she held one shirt up to his chin and then the other, trying to figure out which brought out his feature better.
Not once did he get tired of hearing; “you look so handsome, Naruto-kun,” or “do you like this one or this one better, Naruto-kun?” Or watching her beautiful moon colored eyes trace his face and form with feminine appreciation and carnal want whenever he put on something that really made him look good. He had never thought himself particularly handsome or attractive despite his bravado. He knew he wasn’t hideous, but wasn’t the suave handsome girls went for, but to Hinata, he was Adonis. The way she looked at him, the way she shyly ogled him when she thought he couldn’t see, did wonders for his self confidence. The fawning fangirls had taken him from feeling ugly to at least attractive, but beneath her pupiless, guileless gaze, he felt more than attractive. It made him want to try on clothes for her, just to see that breathless attraction bloom on her face.
He was currently in the dressing room again, trying on a white long sleeved shirt that molded to the planes of his muscle torso much like his shinobi mesh he wore beneath his mission gear.
It was breathable and comfortable.
Soft too.
He pulled the curtain aside, then stepped out. She was standing nearby, watching him as he moved. Or rather, watching the play of hard muscles as he moved.
He grinned.
“How it look, Hinata?”
She was more than a little distracted. He crossed his arms over his chest, and watched her entranced eyes move over his arms, chest and engagement ring then back again.
Amused, he snapped his fingers like he’d seen women do and said words he’d heard thrown at his perverted sensei.
“Hey, my eyes are up here, ya know.”
Her eyes traveled up, made it to his chin and went down again. He held back a laugh then asked again.
“How’s it look?”
She stared a moment longer, then her slightly slackened lips formed one word.
“Delicious…”
“What?” he choked, amusement and arousal coating his surprised chuckle.
It snapped her back to reality immediately.
“Ahhh- n-n-n-nothing!” she squeaked, “i-i-it looks good N-Naruto-kun! I-I’ll go get the next one!”
Cheeks aflame, she was across the room in record time, hiding away in the clothing aisle. He was getting two in every color they had and debated wearing it out of the store just to give her some eye candy while they spent the day together.
Feeling randy after that exchange, he informed the embarrassed woman it was her turn and damn did he have a good time picking out her clothes.
Dresses.
Tight fitted shirts.
Short skirts he’d only let her wear around the house.
He was in heaven.
“Not that, Naruto-kun!”
With a raised brow, he looked at the bikini in his hand.
“Why not? You don’t like the color?”
Black top that would probably struggle to contain the large mounds he was intimately acquainted with, the matching bottoms that would also find her plump bottom a challenge had the cutest, tiniest, mouth watering orange bow. It was one of those bikini bottoms that tied together at the sides and of course, those thin strings were neon orange, just like the bow.
This sexy ensemble was made for him-uh her…
One hundred percent for her comfort…not his own perverted-
“We don’t even go swimming that often!” she insisted.
“Well, now we have a reason to go more often, ‘ttebayo,” he grinned, “and they match the trunks you got me.”
“Naruto-kun…”
“Aww, come on, at least try it on for me,” he coaxed softly, using that voice, “lemme see it,”
Red stained her cheeks and desire filled her eyes. She took it from his hand and put it in the cart. Eyes avoiding his, she spoke quietly, breathlessly, “you can’t try on swim suits here…I’ll…have to try it on…when we get home.”
He sucked in a breath, fighting the urge to race to the counter, check out and cart her home to show him right now.
“Shit…” he muttered, “what a back fire.”
He resisted the urge to adjust the crotch of his pants. Somehow he didn’t think a move like that would be overlooked by the patrons. He distracted himself with more frilly things for her to where. More silky fabric that would catch his eye when she walked, colors that would bring out her pretty ivory skin and tender lavender eyes. Shoes he wanted her to wear with nothing other than the sapphire necklace draped between her breasts.
He went a little crazy in the lingerie aisle, even he could admit that.
Bras, panties, teddies, lace up corsets, garters, stockings, see through silks, barely gonna cover anything cloth and anything else he could get his horny hands on went right into the cart. Hinata was long since shell shocked and used her stunned silence to his advantage, grabbing every color of the rainbow.
Hot face buried in her hands, she trailed after him to the check out counter.
Happily, he paid the steep cost, sent a few clones with the bags home and whistled as he took her hand and led her out of the clothing store.
“That was awesome,” he cheered as the last clone passed him by, “we should go shopping more often, dattebayo.”
“Never again,” she contradicted, “never.”
They were definitely doing that again.
The stopped at a vendor selling taiyaki and shared a single serving stuffed with savory chocolate. As they walked, another shop caught his eyes. He stopped them, then led her to a bench beneath with the rest of their snack.
“Naruto-kun?”
“I’ll be right back, no peaking!” he declared before back tracking to the store.
He left it ten minutes later, excited orbs swiveling to the spot he’d left her. That big, shit eating grin melded into a frown the moment his eyes touched her.
Annoyance flared.
‘Every damn time…’ he grumbled to himself.
He walked towards her, eyes zeroing on the man talking to her. He could tell what was going on by the way the man stood in her personal space, and how his woman subtly moved away from his. Ever since their engagement had been announced, it seemed like the desire for her had grown. It was pretty fucking irritating. Pace clipped, Naruto strode across the busy Konoha streets, skirting onlookers and flat out ignoring a fan girl or two.
As he neared, his bright orange shirt caught the man’s attention.
Wide black met narrowed sapphire.
He had never hidden the fact that he didn’t like men hitting on his Princess, and considering the day they had had today, the emotional turmoil she’d gone through, he wasn’t feeling especially restrained and if kept pestering her, he’d get his ears blistered along with a not so gentle push in any direction that carried him away from her. Strolling towards the pair with the expression and glare of an irritated fiancé, he gave the man the full weight of his displeasure.
Said man scurried away long before he neared.
“Every damn time,” he complained aloud this time.
She giggled at the vexation on his face. He leaned down and kissed her forehead.
“Stop being so damn pretty for everybody,” he admonished, “jeez.”
She laughed.
“I’ll stop being pretty if you stop being handsome,” she returned, tracing his whiskered cheek before placing a sweet kiss to his lips.
He sighed against her mouth.
“I’m really trying to take your mind off of everything that happened with your family,” he admitted.
“And doing a wonderful job so far,” she acknowledge softly.
“But you’re making it hard for me to do that in a way that doesn’t include our bed and your ankles next to your ears,” he growled against her lips.
Her response?
She took his bottom lip between her teeth.
He blew a harsh breath from his nostrils then leaned in for a kiss the whole village probably shouldn’t see. Seeing the look in his eyes, she held up her hands, blocking his lips for the second time that week, laughing at his twitching brow and annoyed eyes.
“Oiiiii,” he muttered against the smooth skin, “Hinataaaa,”
“Sorry, Naruto-kun,” she apologize not looking the least bit contrite, “I had to, you embarrassed me in the clothing store.”
He pouted.
Fair was fair he supposed. He gave her hand a playful nip then sat next to her.
She tilted her head.
“What did you buy?”
His excitement returned. He reached into the bag and pulled out the twin digital cameras. One blazing orange, the other a girly pink. She looked surprised. He gave her the one he’d bought for her, then fumbled with his own.
“Cameras?”
“Hanabi got me thinking about your scrapbook, the one I wanna see by the way, and I figured we should take more picture, dattebayo. When we first got together, we took pictures on our dates at the picture booth, and we took pictures when we hung out with everyone, but I wanna take more now. You know, for the memories later. Definitely leading up to the wedding, but when we’re just living our normal life too, ya know? Things have been pretty hectic since the jubokko crawled outta nowhere, so for that first year, we were busy and didn’t really see each other as much as we do now,” he explained, “now, things are really quiet, we’re about to take a really big step together and I wanna capture as much as it as I can while there’s peace. So…what do you think? Wanna take some pictures?”
He turned to her with a grin and a pretty pink camera clicked.
The first picture of the day.
Grinning like a fool, he raised his own camera and captured her laughing face. They spent quite a while, snapping pictures, of their favorite places, their favorite landmarks. They took more of each other, more together, and many of the residents passing by took pictures for them.
Later, they found another bench under a shady tree and sat. Naruto making an inquiry about another stand they had just passed.
“Ice cream?” she questioned, “but we just had taiyaki.”
“Yeah, like an hour ago.”
“We’re gonna get fat, Naruto-kun,” she giggled, bringing a smile to his face.
“What’s wrong with that?” he grinned, “you’ll still love me with a gut won’t you?”
She looked off to the side, feigning deep contemplation.
“Well…”
“Oiii,” he said, poking her cheek, “what’s taking you so long to say yes, Princess?”
That bubbly sound of mirth left her again.
“Of course I’d still love you,” she laughed, “and what better way to show you than to put you on a strict diet, ne, Naruto-kun?”
“Who knew you were so vain,” the chortling blonde taunted, poking her cheek again, “ohhhh, I see how it is. Fat Naruto isn’t good enough for Princess Sexy, ehhh?”
She snorted.
“Fat Naruto?” she choked, too tickled by his description to be embarrassed by his depiction of her.
“That’s right, Fat Naruto,” he boasted proudly, winding an arm around her shoulders, “they’re gonna have to reinforce the whole top floor when I become Hokage, just you wait.”
Pearls of laughter left the woman beneath his arm. He smiled, happy that the aura her family's contention had finally lifted fully.
At least for the moment.
“For the record,” he said when she quieted, “I wouldn’t care if you were as big as three houses, my Princess is my Princess, no matter what.”
He leaned closer, nosing the soft spot behind her ear.
“Besides, what wouldn’t there be to like? More to love, ‘ttebayo.”
The deep tenor of his voice brought a flush to her cheeks. Pressing a hot trail down her neck and back again, he sucked softly here and there, desire settling heavy in his abdomen when he felt a shiver beneath his lips. Her gaze skated to the side, but he could see the gleam in them.
“If that’s the case,” she mused, her voice breathless, “maybe…one ice cream cone wouldn’t hurt…”
“Couldn’t hurt,” he murmured, placing another kiss to her skin, “it’ll taste really good, ya know.”
They had long since stopped talking about ice cream. Rooting around in his pocket, he placed another kiss to her tender flesh, raising the camera he’d bought in the process. The digital shutter brought her gaze to the rectangular device he held angled above them.
“Hmmm, I’ll call this one, ice cream fantasy,” he announced.
She blinked as though waking from a dream. Then those pearlescent orbs widened and he knew he was in trouble and he loved it.
“N-Naruto-kun! You took a picture?!” she gasped, “delete it! I-I looked like-”
“Like you were having really perverted thoughts about me and ice cream,” he filled in for her with a cheeky grin and a wagging of his blonde brows, “can’t wait to look back on that one in a few years.”
Mouth agape, flustered and shocked, his fiancée seemed seconds from keeling over.
“D-d-delete it!” she squealed, reaching for the camera.
He held it high, well beyond her reached then leaned down and placed his lips over hers. Twining his tongue with hers, he took her mouth with slow thoroughness. Sweeter than any ice cream, he savored the delicious taste of her mouth. Distracted for the moment, his embarrassed significant other, tongued his mouth with just as much ardor. The hand that had reached for his camera slid down his arm and up over his shoulder. Gentle fingers found the short locks above his nape. This tender caress he also savored. He didn’t need his camera for this moment. He could never forget how her loving touch felt against his skin. It was etched into his heart.
He pulled back, unable to stem the urge to lick her swollen lips and not even trying to. He licked those plush lips like the ice cream he’d suggested. She reached for his shirt, gripping the orange material, leaning towards him for another taste. Much as he wanted another sip of her plush mouth, he was in too much of a playful mood to let an opportunity to tease her pass him by.
He brought the camera up and dangled it before her lust laden eyes.
“No can do sweetheart,” he chuckled, “This one’s going right in the scrapbook.”
She was back to flustered. She opened her mouth.
“Nope,” he answered before she could say it, punctuating his response by placing the camera back in his pocket.
“N-Naruto-kun!”
He kissed her cheek.
“I promised you ice cream,” he told her, enfolding her hand with his and bringing them both to their feet, “and when we get home, you can lick something else if you still want a treat.”
He expected another, ‘Naruto-kun!’ and when it didn’t come, he looked down at her. Lust knocked coherent thought from his brain. She was giving him that look…the one that confirmed there was something else she wanted to lick later. Her little pink tongue traced her bottom lip, leaving it gleaming.
“Shit,” he muttered, “you wanna skip the ice cream?”
“Naruto! Hinata!”
Reluctantly he turned from the siren at his side to the woman running towards them..
“Good afternoon, Sakura,” his blushing partner said.
“Good afternoon,” the pinkette replied.
“What’s up, Sakura-chan?” he greeted.
“Naruto, mission,” she said by way of explanation.
“Shit,” he cursed again, the word holding disappointed annoyance rather than the aroused tenor of the first, “you gotta be kidding. Right now? Like right now, at this very moment right now?”
With lust fogging his brain and long since prepping him for loving below the belt, switching from sex to business was gonna be really uncomfortable for the next few minutes.
“Yes right now,” Sakura confirmed, “I wouldn’t be here otherwise. What’s the problem?”
“Nothing,” he replied with a long suffering sigh.
Hinata giggled.
“Well whatever’s going on, forget it. We gotta go. Get changed and report to the Hokage immediately,” his teammate commanded, “hurry up. It’s important.”
“I got it I got it, I’m going, dattebayo.”
The moment she left, he turned to his amused female. She was still giggling, knowing full well the dilemma he was struggling with.
“Real funny isn’t it?” he pouted, “when I get back, I’ll make sure you to pay you back for laughing.”
Taking her in his arms, he traced the softness of her skin with a finger, then curled her hair behind her ear.
“You gonna be okay with me gone?”
She nodded.
“I’ll be okay,” she told him, lips curled in with reassurance, “promise.”
He nodded then leaned down for a kiss.
“I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
“Be careful.”
“Always.”
He released her reluctantly, grabbed the bag with their camera containers and got ready to set off.
“Oh, and don’t bother trying to look for my camera while I’m gone,” he grinned over his shoulder, “you won’t find it.”
With that parting tease, he was gone.
xxxxxx
So I’ve always wondered what happened to Kabuto, I’ve looked online and could only find what was already said. He lost his memory and him being found and taken in by the orphanage was where his life began, so I decided I wanted to make up a history for him and of course twine it with the plot. When I first started this fic, I tried not to make it too obvious that they both favored each other and both were smart and engaging in unethical, inhumane experiments, but doesn’t seem like anybody guessed it lol. So that’s kinda cool. I always try to make things surprising and unexpected as much as possible.
Anyway, we’ve transition into part three, yayyyyy!
One more part and that’s it for Monster XD
That’s it for now.
Laters
Sessakag~
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