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Tales From A Linen Closet	By : Onileo Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 2471 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Midnight Sonata

     Hinata opened her eyes to see soft light spilling across the still room. Turning her head, she gazed out the open window to see the cloudless night sky lit up by the full moon. Judging from its position on the horizon, she guessed she had only been asleep for a few hours. Rolling onto her side, she closed her eyes and tried to go back to sleep. But the longer she lay there, the more awake she became. Giving up after several minutes, she sat up on the edge of her bed and looked out the window again.
     As bright as it was outside, she could easily see the darkened buildings of the village her team was staying in. And just behind it sat the ocean, glittering black in the darkness. An expanse of rocky beach divided the two, like a barren ribbon running across the land. She could hear the gentle lapping of the waves as they met the shore in their eternal rhythm. Fascinated, Hinata wandered over to the window to watch the tide. The Land of Water. This place was so different from Konoha. From the way it smelled, with the fresh air coming in off the ocean, to the constant sound of waves that were never still.
     Suddenly, Hinata decided she wanted to be closer. Dressing quietly, she slipped past Kurenai, who was sharing a room with her, and out the door. Her teammates' room was directly across from hers, and she stopped at their door to see if they were still awake. Everything was quiet except for the muffled sound of Kiba's snoring coming through the door. They had been traveling all day, on an escort mission to Kirigakure, and were wore out. They were taking one of the Leaf's village elders to meet with the Mizukage as an ambassador. The Land of Fire was on the brink of war, and Tsunade was hoping for a possible alliance with the Mist Village. Kurenai had decided to spend the night at this town after they had slept outside for nearly a week. It seemed to be a peaceful place, small, with no known shinobi around.
     Making her way to the front door, Hinata nodded to the night clerk before stepping out into the sultry air. It was the height of summer, and the warm breeze coming off the ocean caught her unbound hair, making it dance around her face. Tucking her bangs behind her ears, Hinata set off towards the beach. The street was dark, and no one was around. The only illumination came from the moon ahead of her and the occasional light from a window scattered randomly down the street. After twenty minutes of brisk walking, the village was behind her, and the beach spread out before her.
     Stepping out onto the shore, Hinata stopped and looked around. The moonlight lit the sand, making the grains sparkle. Shadows stood out from the rocks that jutted upward, not yet corroded by the churning water. It seemed as if she had stepped into an alien world, and the feeling was surreal. Looking back toward the inn, Hinata debated on returning to her room or staying out a little longer. If the others woke up and discovered she was gone, they would come looking for her. But it was so nice out, she decided to walk for a few minutes down the beach before heading back. Leaning down, she took her sandals off and dug her toes into the cool, damp sand. Holding her shoes in one hand, she turned south and started walking.
     As she wandered, Hinata's thoughts turned towards home. Everything had been so chaotic lately. Her father informed her last month that he had found a suitable husband for her, and the wedding would be arranged by next summer. She didn't want to do it, and she had told him as much. They had wound up in a fight, and he told Hinata she would obey his wishes, or else. Upset, she had gone to see her friends. They sympathized with her, and took her out to their favorite spot. That was when she really noticed how much they all had changed.
     It was nothing drastic, just little quirks they seemed to have picked up over the last couple of months. Sakura, who was temperamental on a good day, had become quite foul mouthed. She didn't even realize it, because it usually only happened when she was swept up in an exciting conversation. But she had made Hinata turn several shades of red with her language on more than one occasion. Tenten had traded her friendly expressions for more brooding ones, sometimes gazing out into the distance and not answering questions put to her with more than a look. Then there was Ino, who had made the most notable changes. The eternal teenager, she had suddenly gotten serious about her life, never slacking during training and dating no one. She had also taken to wearing a black choker constantly. Sakura had asked her about its meaning once, and she just blew her off by saying it looked good with everything she wore. Nobody believed her, but she was so closed about it, they let it go at that.
     Hinata gasped as the cold surf hit her toes. She looked down to find that as she walked, she had edged closer and closer to the water. Looking back over her shoulder, she was surprised to see that she had already lost sight of the village. Coming to a stop, she turned toward the ocean. The corners of her mouth tugged upward in a smile. It was even more beautiful close up. The ripples in the water shone silver in the moonlight, contrasting with the blackness lying beneath it. The moon hung just above it, its illumination brighter than ever. Before she could stop herself, Hinata activated her Byakugan and, applying chakra to her feet, stepped out onto the rolling water.
     She had always been drawn to rivers and lakes, and this time, she felt the pull stronger than ever. Feeling bold in the darkness, she suddenly had the urge to be one with the symphony of motion around her. She looked around one more time to make sure she was alone, then tossed her sandals back onto the beach. Pulling her shirt over her head, it joined her shoes, followed quickly by her pants. Down to her mesh and underwear, she was now able to move as freely as she wished. Taking a dozen steps forward, she concentrated on keeping her balance as she wandered away from the land. Lifting her arms above her head, she spun in a graceful circle, her long hair flowing around her like a gauzy veil. Then she began to dance.

     Kisame trudged along the empty road in the semi-darkness. He was tired and couldn't wait until he reached the next village so he could get some sleep. It was one of the few towns he knew for sure didn't have any shinobi, so he could take it relatively easy. Itachi was on a solo mission, gathering information for Pein, so he had some free time. He had decided to visit his home country, even if he was a wanted criminal there. If they tried to catch him, he would just kill whoever was unlucky enough to discover him. He wanted to see the ocean again, to feel the salty spray against his face and swim until he could barely move. He hated being in dry countries, they made him feel worn out. It rained all the time in Amegakure, but it wasn't the same.
     He had just caught sight of the outline of the village when a chakra signature to his right caught his attention. What the hell? There wasn't supposed to be another shinobi for miles. He quickly masked his own chakra and stepped off the road as he assessed his situation. As far as he could tell, there was only one ninja. And whoever it was, definitely wasn't as strong as he was. Gripping the hilt of Samehada, he headed toward the source of the signature to investigate. If they discovered him and decided to fight, they would quickly learn that he was one of those nasty things that go bump in the night. He smirked and his heart started beating faster at the prospect of a battle.
     Kisame made his way to the beach, keeping to the shadowed side of the larger rocks as he went. When he was nearly in eyesight, he slowed considerably. The wind was in his favor and he inhaled deeply, using his enhanced sense of smell to tell him more about this foolish shinobi who wandered around alone at night. Faint traces of woods and lilacs reached him. Mixed in with it was the scent of a woman. Interesting. It was a kunoichi. From Konoha evidently, since the woody smell was very similar to that of his partner. Slipping closer, he could finally make out her silhouette. What he saw slightly shocked him. She wasn't on the beach, as he expected, but out on the water. And she was dancing.
     In the shadow of a large boulder, Kisame stilled completely. The scene before him was mesmerizing, and it burned its way into his memory, never to be forgotten. The full moon was directly behind her, bathing her figure in an ethereal light. Her every curve was outlined smoothly against the night sky, and that was when he realized that she was either naked, or very close to it. He let his eyes roam the beach until he saw the dark lump that he assumed was her clothes. Raising an eyebrow at her boldness, he returned to watching her. She was lithe and graceful, and her long hair flowed around her as she dipped and spun. He was certain that never again would he see something so captivating and utterly beautiful as the woman before him. No. In this moment, she wasn't a woman at all, but a sea nymph of legend, enthralling him with a spell.
     She hesitated a moment, but continued her slow dance, keeping perfect time with the waves beneath her feet. He wondered briefly if she had somehow detected him, but since she didn't seem disturbed or alarmed, he doubted it. Besides, his chakra was masked flawlessly and the shadows around him were deep. Her pace increased then, and her chakra flared around her. It glowed a pale blue, giving her an even more surreal air. It started at her feet, merging with the water, pulling it upward to swirl around her legs. Higher and higher it rose, until all that remained unprotected was her head. The chakra bubble suddenly folded outward, opening like a giant flower, with the kunoichi in the center. Then it began flattening and spinning, forming a translucent dais beneath her. Kisame watched on in awe, impressed with the display of chakra control.

     Hinata was in trouble, and she knew it. She had been in the middle of a spin when she had seen the chakra on the rocks above the beach. She couldn't feel it though, and whoever was there, was an expert at hiding in the shadows. If it weren't for her Byakugan, she would never have known she wasn't alone. She immediately ruled out one of her teammates. She doubted even Kurenai had the skill to escape her senses completely. Luckily, she knew better than to stop and give her advantage away. As long as the ninja thought she was unaware, she would have time to come up with some sort of plan. To keep them distracted, she began using a little of her chakra to enhance her dancing. It made her more self-conscious than she normally was, but it was necessary so she could think. But the more she thought, the less likely her chances became.
     She was alone in a foreign country. She was weaponless, nearly naked, and no shelter in sight. She could slip into the water and try to swim for the town, but she doubted that plan would turn out well. It was likely the ninja in front of her was from Hidden Mist, and probably had an affinity for water. Getting into the ocean would just increase her disadvantage. Then there was hypothermia to consider. Even though it was summer, the water was still cold, and without protection, her temperature would drop quickly. So she couldn't run.
     If the shinobi in front of her really was a Mist nin, she couldn't fight either. Her team was on a peaceful mission here, and if she showed aggression, it could jeopardize everything. So what should she do? Walk back to shore, get dressed and act like nothing was out of the ordinary? As crazy as it sounded, it seemed to be her only available option. But that didn't mean she wouldn't fight back if she was confronted. Dipping low one last time, she ran her fingers through the surf and took a calming breath before rising and coming to a stop. Her eyes widened. The shinobi was gone. Was she imagining things?
     Then she saw him with her Byakugan. He was behind her. How he got there so quickly, she had no idea. He had moved so fast, even her bloodline limit couldn't keep up. Spinning around as her eyes returned to normal, she came face to chest with the ninja who had been watching her. Craning her head back, she looked up into his face. He was at least a foot taller than she was, and he towered over her. Mutual shock registered on their faces as they stared at each other. They had met before. Hinata's cheeks turned scarlet almost instantly. It was him. The man she had thought she saw in the linen closet at the hot springs resort she had stayed at a couple of months back. Writing it off as a result of her imagination mixed with alcohol, Hinata had nearly forgotten the incident until just now. Either she really was crazy, or he had been real.
     Kisame stared down at the innocent face of the kunoichi he had only seen once, but never forgotten. She had caught him hiding in a closet from Hatake Kakashi while he was on an espionage mission and had passed out right in front of him. After keeping her from falling, he left her there, going back to his room to spend the night thinking about her. She seemed far too sweet to be a ninja, yet her active chakra made the fact undeniable. Over the last couple of months he had wondered if the shinobi life had claimed her yet, and he couldn't explain the relief that came over him to know that she was still alive. Before he could stop himself, Kisame raised one hand to trail a finger down her rosy cheek. There was a hint of fear in her pale eyes, but she never flinched or jerked away.
     Hinata stood frozen to the spot, even though her every instinct told her to flee. The man before her was a powerful shinobi, much stronger than she was. Her blood ran cold when she caught sight of his cloak. Jet black material with crimson clouds floating across it. He was Akatsuki. She was certain that should he decide to kill her, she would be gone with no effort on his part, and no way she could stop it. But as she stared up at him, she didn't see a single hint of malice in his yellow eyes. In fact, if she didn't know better, she would think he was in awe of her. And when he touched her, the gentleness of it nearly startled her. He hadn't spoken yet, so she studied his savage looking face a moment, then broke the silence with a soft question.
     "Who a-are you?" she nearly whispered.
     Kisame smirked. No doubt his answer would send her running for her life. Stepping even closer to her, he replied. "Hoshigaki Kisame. Who are you?"
     Hinata's eyes widened in recognition. "You're Uchiha Itachi's partner?" He nodded. "I'm Hyuuga Hinata." she said in response to his question.
     "You're pretty brave to still be standing there weaponless if you know who I am. Anyone else would be long gone by now. Are you not afraid of me?"
     Hinata shook her head. Actually, she was terrified. But she wouldn't let him know that. "I k-know it would be useless to run. You're m-much faster than I am."
     Amusement shone in Kisame's eyes and his smirk deepened. Intelligent, brave and beautiful. Whoever managed to capture her heart would be one lucky guy. Too bad it could never be him. His expression sobered completely at that thought. He had known all his life that he would be alone. And up until now, he had been fine with that. But as he stared into a pair of soulful lavender eyes, he found himself wishing otherwise. He wanted to know what it was like, to come home to a cheerful place where someone truly cared for him, instead of a cold, solitary room where everyone around you is constantly guarding their backs. Just one taste of happiness, his heart ached for it.
     He must have been staring off into space, because the next thing he knew, Hinata's small hand was touching his face, her fingers running along the markings on his cheek. Startled, he looked down to see concern shining in her eyes. The expression on her face and the fact that she had touched him willingly broke his control. She would probably hate him for what he was about to do. But he was a criminal, taking what he wanted was what he was good at. Besides, what was one more sin compared to the ever growing mountain of crimes he would eventually have to answer for? Reaching out, he wrapped one massive arm around her waist and pulled her into his arms. Cupping the back of her head with his other hand, he leaned forward until he could feel her rapid breath on his skin.
     "Forgive me." he whispered before he captured her lips in a hungry kiss.
     Hinata froze as her mind tried to process what was happening to her. Kisame was kissing her. The very last thing she expected him to do. Panic threatened to consume her, but she fought it down. This was her own fault after all. She had seen the pain in his gaze as he looked away from her, and had wanted to comfort him. She never could turn away from someone who was hurting, even if it was an enemy. So, expecting him to be angry, she had reached up and cupped his cheek. But instead of yelling or jumping back, he kissed her. Desperately, almost as if it would kill him if he didn't. And he was still hurting. She could feel it in the way his lips roamed over hers, seeking her warmth. Unable to deny him, she fisted the material of his cloak in her hands and kissed him back.
     Kisame felt himself melt under Hinata's gentle touch. Her soft lips moving against his, her scent, the way she was leaning against him, it was utter bliss. But as his mind was lulled into contentment, his body roared to life. Lust tore through him, and he felt himself harden with desire. Instinctively, he pulled her closer, and deepened the kiss. She moaned softly in his mouth, and Kisame froze. Guilt and shame washed over him. She was obviously innocent and he could take it from her as easily as breathing. But he didn't want that, didn't want to taint her sweetness with his blood soaked hands. Breaking their kiss, he released her and turned away. He took several deep breaths to rein in his rebellious body.
     Hinata frowned at his sudden change of demeanor, worried that she had done something wrong. Her hand shook slightly as she reached out to him. "Kisame-sama, are you alright?" she asked timidly.
     Kisame's voice was hoarse as he answered her. "I'll be fine. But you might want to go get dressed before I do something you'll regret."
     Hinata's eyes widened in understanding. Nodding, she turned and walked back to the shore. Her breath came in short gasps and an involuntary tremor went down her spine. What was she doing? She should be finding a way to fight him, even if she was overpowered. He was a missing ninja and an enemy of Konoha. But she couldn't do it, even if her duty demanded it. Not after seeing the way he looked at her, not as an opponent, but someone he could care about. Reaching her clothes, she dressed quickly, and turned to see Kisame sitting on the edge of the sand, facing the ocean. His sword was upright beside him, the tip buried in the beach. Could it be possible that he was just going to let her go?
     Deciding not to question her good fortune, Hinata turned and started walking back towards the village. She was stopped by the sound of Kisame's voice. "Hinata, wait." Turning, she saw him watching her. "Stay with me, just for a while."
     Before rational thought could set in, Hinata walked back over to his side. What was it about him that made her want to do as he asked? If she had any sense of self preservation, she would be running in the opposite direction like a demon was on her heels. Was it the fact that even though he could have hurt her at any time, he didn't? Or was it the way he sat on the beach, large and alone, like the weathered rocks around him? She had started to sit down beside him when he reached up and grabbed her arm, pulling her into his lap. Hinata squeaked at the sudden change in direction, but didn't protest. Wrapping his arms around her, Kisame pulled her back into his chest.
     Hinata blushed madly and her body went stiff at the close contact. Her head felt dizzy and she wondered if she would embarrass herself by passing out. Her heart was racing and she struggled to keep her breathing calm. Fighting off her panic, she focused on the ocean, on the steady rhythm of the waves that rolled up the beach, almost to her feet. It calmed her, and soon her head cleared and she felt herself begin to relax. Kisame didn't speak, so she sat in silence, marveling at how unbelievable this moment was. He was her enemy. He should be attacking her. She should be fighting back, not sitting quietly in the moonlight, sharing a reprieve in their mutual solitude.
     Kisame released a long breath as he felt Hinata's body slowly soften and relax in his arms. He still couldn't believe that she came back when he asked her to. She certainly was an unusual girl. Anyone else would have run at the sight of his rough face. But she didn't flinch or shy away from him at all, not even when he had caught her off guard. He could tell she was nervous, but not really afraid. And she seemed willing to trust him as long as he didn't give her a reason not to. Unusual indeed. He stared down at her petite body wrapped in his embrace, the sleeves of his cloak nearly enveloping her smaller frame. As he watched her, a peaceful feeling settled over him. He reveled in it, wishing that this moment could go on forever. Unfortunately, reality had a way of crashing in on even the best of things. But when it did, he would still have the memory of this night, and he thanked Kami for that.
     Shifting to get more comfortable, Hinata sunk deeper in his arms. She let her head rest against his chest. It rose and fell with his steady breaths, lulling her as she watched the moon climb higher in the sky. His body heat crept into her back, warming her and making her feel drowsy. A smile made its way onto her sleepy face. She had always wanted to do something like this. To have someone hold her as if she mattered more than anything else. Of course, Naruto's was the face that had inhabited those fantasies, but she had nearly given up on the hope that it would ever happen. He would always be in love with Sakura, even if she did refuse his advances at every turn. Pushing her unpleasant thoughts aside, Hinata sighed and closed her eyes. Even if she was never granted the happiness she desired, she had this one moment in her life. She would always cherish the feel of Kisame holding her, his gentleness, and the way he had looked at her when he caught her dancing. She sighed softly as her mind drifted off and soon she was fast asleep.

     Hinata awoke to the feeling of something warm and wet on her face. She opened her eyes, and immediately regretted it. The sun beat down in her face, making her squeeze her lids shut and groan. Then she felt Akamaru's large snout against her cheek, followed by another assault of his tongue. She pushed him away and sat up just as she felt her teammates' chakra signatures heading down the beach, coming her way fast. Her eyes flew open when she remembered what happened the previous night and realized that she must have fallen asleep. Glancing around, she wondered when Kisame had left, whether it had been as soon as she was asleep, or if he waited until morning. She didn't have long to think on it, because just then, Kiba and Shino reached her side, and they stared down at her, worried looks on both of their faces.
     "Hinata! Thank Kami, you're okay. How did you end up out here?" Kiba asked. Shino leaned forward, offering her his hand.
     After accepting Shino's help and standing, Hinata looked between her teammates. Should she tell them what happened? If they knew about Kisame being around, they would want to know details of the encounter, which would embarrass her to no end. Then they would probably go looking for him, and tell Hidden Mist while they were at it. Not wanting to cause trouble for Kisame, Hinata decided to give them the abbreviated version. After all, he didn't hurt her, and she doubted he would stick around long enough to get caught anyway.
     "Um, I couldn't s-sleep last night, so I took a w-walk to look at the moon, and I, uh, must have f-fallen asleep." she said with a blush.
     "You shouldn't be so reckless, Hinata-chan." Shino chided. "We are still on a mission and you never know when something could happen. Even in a relatively quiet place like this, you should be on guard for enemies."
     Hinata dropped her head. "I know, I'm sorry." she said quietly. If Shino only knew just how close to right he was, she would be getting the lecture of a lifetime.
     Kiba grinned and threw his arm around her shoulder, trying to dispel the tension. "Well, she's safe now, that's the important thing. We need to get back to Kurenai-sensei and let her know Hinata's all right. Then we need to get going. That old bat of an elder complained forever this morning about leaving so late."
     Nodding, Hinata turned with her team and headed back up the beach towards the village. They had barely started, when she turned and looked over her shoulder to where she had been lying on the sand. As expected, there was no sign at all that anyone else had been there. If she didn't know better, she would have thought it all to be a dream. But it had definitely been real. She had just started to turn her head back around when a shadow caught the corner of her eye. It was a wisp of movement, nothing more. She stared hard, but couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. She activated her Byakugan for only a moment before dispelling it. Turning back around quickly, Hinata smiled as she walked. So, he had waited until morning after all.
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