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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 Fifty-Six
Don’t Like It? Fight ME!

June 20, 2010

Throbbing.
Her poor eyes were absolutely throbbing.
Shrouded in darkness, having turned off every light in the home she shared with her lover in a desperate bid to taper the ache in her oculus, Hinata gave her sore orbs a rub. Massaging in slow circles over closed eyelids, wincing each time her gentle pressure brushed a tender spot, she wondered if another two tablets wouldn’t be remiss, though she didn’t really want to pop any more ibuprofen.
Another painful blast tightened her delicate jaw.
If not for the fact that she had not used her Byakugan in twenty four hours, Hinata would have chalked her misery up to sudden onset eye strain unique to her bloodline; though, even if overuse had been the cause, this searing discomfort was nothing comparable to previous experience. Nearly a year had passed since she last suffered eye strain, but she remembered how it felt. Not once had it felt as though a thousand hot needles were grinding behind her optic nerve.
Another surge brought a grimace to her countenance.
Maybe it was just a really odd headache from all the studying she had done earlier.
Following Kakashi’s mandate, the Hyuuga heiress had already begun her medical studies, splitting her time and focus between researching body systems for both healing aspects and lethality efficacy. If she wished to become a worthy medic and deadlier kunoichi, she needed an advanced, in depth knowledge about the inner workings encompassing human functionality.
To know the intricate ins and outs down to the most minute detail better than she knew own face.
Already she had learned a lot and was more than eager to put her new understanding to practical use. She’d have laughed at her energetic excitement, so indicative to her stamina heavy lover, had her eyeballs allowed her even the slightest movement. It was why she spent the last hour on her back hoping lack of light would sooth her pounding head. Movement tightened her skull so bad she half expected her brain too ooze from her ears.
Burning agony pushed a low hiss passed her lips. She pressed hard against her eyes, as though the action would reduce the pulsations, her hand trembling as she sucked in a stabilizing breath.
She didn’t think another round of ibuprofen would cut it.
With a defeated sigh, Hinata funneled healing chakra to her hand, giving a small relieved exhalation as the pain slowly dulled.
xxxxxx
This was it.
His bachelor party.
With Kiba here, it’d either morph into a shit show, or they’d have a good time like they used to pre-proposal. Whichever happened, he was certain tonight would weld itself into the continuum of his memory.
Personally, he was wishing for the former.
Mind set on enjoying his celebration Naruto stepped into the establishment hosting his bachelor party several hours later. Garbed in the same clothes he’d worn to meet his future mother-in-law, he certainly looked the part. Dressy with a side of comfortable.
“To the groom!”
Naruto gave a bashful ruffle to the back of his neck as he swept his gaze over the riotous lounge. Strangers, some he knew, a lot he didn’t, grinned cheerfully at him as he made his way through the crowded room. He bore their well wishes with grace and appreciation, though made haste to the private room in the back. They hadn’t really planned on having his bachelor party here. Trying to nip any stripper business in the bud as well as flat out wanting to do something active rather than sitting around drinking and being idiots like they normally were, the group had actually agreed to try their hand at the adult laser tag that opened up last year. It’d give them a chance to be idiots without having to climb trees and break their head. Laser tag ninja style, they’d been looking forward to getting thrown out of the joint.
With Shino’s compromised network, that was no longer an option.
The poor guy was winded after ten minutes of walking and Naruto would be damned if he was gonna have him sitting on the sidelines while everyone else had fun.
No.
They’d do something everyone could do.
Thus, the impromptu booking at the lounge.
A private room, drinks, pool and darts.
Simple and inclusive.
He just had to strut through the busy establishment like the global celebrity he was before he reached the isolation of their room. He sighed the moment he entered their party space and closed the door behind him, shutting out the noise.
“How’d all those people know I was gonna be here for my bachelor party?” he asked as Shikamaru pressed a beer into his hand.
“You really have to ask? You know how it is. The owner couldn’t pass up the opportunity for free publicity,” the Hokage’s adviser shrugged.
With a roll of his eyes, Naruto chugged the bottled drink as he took in their accommodation for tonight’s festivities.
Decorated in dark browns and navy blue, the room was wide and tastefully decorated. A pool table in the far corner to the left, dart board in the far right, a plush u-shaped sectional took up a large amount of room. To the left of the seating, a cheerful looking man stood filling shot glasses behind a hardwood bar. Dim lightening, massive flat screen opposite the sectional, wings and other finger foods laid out on the rounded table placed within the gap created by the seating’s u-shape.
It was a chill, laid back atmosphere, perfect for reducing hot tempers and soothing not so subtle tension.
Shino and Choji sat at the table, the chubby man chatting away as the insect lover nibbled on a celery stick. Naruto never thought he’d be so glad to see the Aburame adorning his ridiculously overbearing trench coat and coal dark sunglasses. He hadn’t worn either since finding out the severity of his injury, not that anyone could blame him; his getup wasn’t a simple fashion choice. That coat, those shades, they held more sentiment than one would usually ascribe to clothing. His insects had once depended on the cosseted darkness they provided. To him and those that called him friend, Shino downing the nostalgic gear was symbolic.
Like a shout from the monuments that he was ready to push forward.
At the pool table, Sai was rubbing the chalky cue cube over the pointed end of a cue stick, masterfully ignoring the shouting Inuzuka gesturing to the vibrant scattered balls resting atop the green surface. Thankfully, none of the current party goers could hear him over the music. Though not obnoxiously loud, it helped mute the one sided argument across the room.
Lee sat on a stool facing the pool table, or rather, was dancing around on it. Forever competitive, always ready to engage in a challenge, the taijutsu master appeared disgustingly enthusiastic, as usual, about the tabletop game.
His hyperactive intensity was louder than the music.
“You get a chance to talk to Kiba?”
“About the bachelor party, yeah,” Naruto replied, taking another swig, “we called a truce to chill out and have fun, but I told him we need to talk when it’s over, dattebayo.”
Shikamaru raised a brow, “right after? Figured you’d wait until you had more time to hash things out.”
“Nope. Made up my mind about it, there’s nothing he can say that’s gonna change what I plan to do and I wanna go home knowing that I’m actually doing something about this situation rather than sittin around waiting for the right moment to clear the air. This shit isn’t gonna resolve itself, for better or worse, I gotta move forward.”
“Nice to know you were paying attention to our discussion,” he said, a small smirk curving his lips.
“It was a three minute conversation, can’t really call that a discussion,” the blonde replied with a roll of his eyes before slowly turning somber, “we gotta lotta shit coming our way, there’s another level I need to reach, a new skill set I have to focus on, a new set of enemies to defeat; not trying to down play what happened between me and Kiba, but we got bigger fish to fry. This is small compared to everything else, if I let this hold me back, how can I tackle the rest? And, Otsutsuki aside, my life is about to change, I’m about to become a husband…I’m about to have a wife…its happening…in less than two months things are gonna be different, ya know?”
“I’d say you’ve got the right idea about all this, Naruto, very mature. Guess it is kind of fitting that you’re making this turning point tonight. Exchanging and transitioning your mind from bachelor to husband, its symbolic.”
“You forget who you’re talking to?” he scoffed, “my brain’s been running on husband mode since June 14, 2008, ‘ttebayo. Now come on, let’s party!”
And so, the night began.
They spent a couple hours drinking, eating, playing darts and chatting. They speculated about whether or not a stripper would come through the door. Naruto’s spinning Rasengan, a silent threat of divine punishment, sufficiently putting that teasing speculation to rest. They’d argued about sports teams they followed, training techniques they utilized and whined about losing the bet about Choji next in line to walk down the aisle, now that Sai and Ino planned on typing the knot.
Throughout, the two men most concerning to all parties involved maintained a friendly, though not quite warm exchange, unable to settle back into a somewhat easy banter until they’d put a dent in the open bar. The pinning Inuzuka seemed especially determined to keep the party peaceful and jovial, his facade growing fluid, natural as the night wore on and the liquor flowed. By his twelfth shot, Naruto was drunk enough to almost believe his short tempered comrade had finally come to terms with his unrequited love.
Almost.
Two hours later, with the group thoroughly smashed and boisterous, Sai whipped out the index cards Ino entrusted him while Choji set up the recording device. Lee, toeing his personal inebriation line, one beer away from a drunken rampage, snatched the white squares from the pale painter and took center stage. Fifteen minutes ago, Shino, Lee’s volunteer designated babysitter, revoked his drinking privileges upon hearing a slight, minuscule, vaguely discernible slur in his speech. Naruto couldn’t spot a difference, but he was hardly in a position to judge considering his own mouth felt filled to the brim with cotton, and his jaw and tongue so heavy and lazy he wondered how he had energy to form words anymore.
Though he tried not to think about it.
When he did, he found his ailment fucking hilarious, roaring with laughter as he imagined having to utilize his hands to move his mouth.
“Naruto-kun!” Lee shouted as though the groom was miles away, “in celebration of your gloriously youthful impending union to Hinata-san, Ino-san has devised a true test of your passionate love! It is time for ‘Ask the Groom’!”
In his usual spandex, the bushy browed man did a little jig that was as cringe worthy as it was uncomfortable to witness in the skintight suit.
“Naruto-kun! Are you ready?!”
Blinking through his pleasant haze, Naruto scratched a alcohol reddened cheek, “uh, yeah, I guess so, dattebayo.”
“First question!” he yelled/announced, “what was the best gift you ever received from your partner?”
“I answered that question weeks ago!” the blonde huffed, “I already said I can’t pick between my necklace-”
“Not you, you idiot!” Kiba interrupted, flushed face, his slur slightly pronounced “you’re s’pposed to give the answer you think Hinata wrote down!”
Brain swimming, Naruto gave a slow, uncomprehending blink. Sighing aloud, exasperation propelling a sharp slap to his forehead, the feral man shook his head. Indulging his nape a bashful rub, Naruto belched, a sheepish smile curving his lips as his brain finally roused from its temporary slumber.
“Oh yeah.”
“Gonna be a long night,” Shikamaru complained good naturedly as hilarity erupted among the group.
“I sear when you drink, its like your brain turns comp- comp,” Kiba scowled at the word eluding his fuzzy brain, “you’re stupid, and when you drink you’re even stupider.”
“Nah, nah, I got it now, dattebayo! This one’s easy, she’s not gonna be able to pick one. Our rings and necklaces are the most important gifts we’ve given each other, even though she loves everything I give her,” he replied, wagging his brows at his own innuendo.
The group at large slapped exasperated hands to their own foreheads, the familiar gesture all too common when dealing with the blonde lover boy.
“Here we go.” Kiba sighed.
As if that were the funniest reaction he’d witnessed all night, the perverted blonde bent double, his booming amusement thundering louder than the music.
“Answer, Lee?” Choji prompted,
“Yes! Here it is! My engagement ring and necklace are the most precious gifts Naruto-kun has ever given me. While both are different pieces of wonderful jewelry, their value are the same in my heart. I cannot choose one over the other, I’m sorry.”
Crossing his arms, nodding sagely, Naruto said, “yep, I know my woman. This is gonna be a piece of cake,”
Turning determined azure orbs to his spandex host, confidence oozing from every pore, he gestured cockily for the next question.
“Hey Choji, get a load of the balls on this guy,” Shikamaru heckled, ribbing the man next to him, grinning as his chubby friend coughed out a series of rumbling chuckles.
“You’re just jealous cuz-”
“Next question! Are you up to the challenge?!” their host roared, his high pitched diction forcing grimaces on every face in attendance.
“Will you pipe down!” Kiba complained, “we’re right fuckin here! You don’t gotta-”
“Of course you are! Sooooo, here we go!!! Naruto-kun; how would you describe your first kiss with your partner?!” Lee bellowed, thick brows undulating as though they had a life of their own.
A creepy, hairy, mono-brow dance that only occurred the closer to inebriation the taijutsu master crept. Seeing the unnerving motion, the group at large were grateful Shino had cut the guy off, though judging by the gleam in his fishbowl eyes, a single droplet would easily tip the scales into a drunken fist rampage.
“One of the most incredible moments of her entire life, ‘ttebayo! Tell ‘em Lee! Read it!”
“You got it Naruto-kun!!! My first kiss was magical, one of the most amazing, most incredible, most wonderful moments in my entire life. Better than I had ever dreamed it would be.”
“Now I see why your damn ego is so inflated,” the Nara said, shaking his head.
“What’s that?!”
“She’s got you so full of yourself with all those flowery nonsense-”
“It ain’t flowery nonsense! Its flowery facts!” Naruto quipped, “just cause your woman thinks your droopy lips and lazy ass kisses are whack doesn’t mean mine does!”
“Hate to say it, but perhaps he has a point,” Sai hiccuped, his glazed inky eyes turned to the genius, “your indolence is a component of your genetic makeup.”
“His what now?” Inuzuka pondered dumbly.
“Huh?” whisker faced Uzumaki followed up.
“Habitual laziness or sloth.; inactivity resulting from a dislike of work,” Shino supplied.
“Ohhhhh,” the duo chorused, sending Choji back into bellowing hilarity.
“Well why the hell didn’t you just call him a lazy ass and save us the trouble of trying to deciphic, deciphl, you know what the hell I’m tryna say, dattebayo! We’re all drunk you idiot! We’re all running on one and a half braincell right now, keep it simple will ya?!”
“Yeah, ya douche!”
“Sure, blame it on the drink,” Shikamaru laughed, “how is either of you any different now than you are sober. You’re still dumbasses without the drink.”
“Why you-”
“And the challenge continues!! Naruto-kun! Tell us! who cries more?”
“Hinata cries the most,” he hummed, learning back to rest his bulk along the plush cushion at his spine, “I hate to see her cry, but somehow she makes even that really cute.”
“Cute?” parroted the artist in the group.
“Yeahhhh,” he hummed again, “her pretty eyes get all shiny and prettier, her pretty little nose turns the cutest shade of red, her pretty bottom lip does this cute ass pout thing, her pretty-”
“Basically she doesn’t snot a whole yarn ball like Ino or scrunch her face into a prune like Sakura,” Choji laughed, “you know, she cries cutely.”
Taking a moment to digest that tidbit, drunken Sai gave a mod of understanding, “Ino does have a very snotty nose when she upsets.”
“Don’t remind me,” Shikamaru chortled, “as vain as she is, Ino cries like a toddler with a cold!”
“I’ll be sure to let Sakura-chan know you think she looks like a prune, Choji,” Naruto laughed.
“Hey now! That’s against the twelve rules of a bachelor party! In fact, you’re breaking rule number one!” Choji insisted, “what happens at the bachelor party stays at the bachelor party!”
“Eh?! There ain’t no bachelor party rules! Get the fuck outta here,”
“Of course there’s rules!”
“Oh yeah? First I’m ever hearin’ of any! Enlighten us then! What’s the other eleven?”
The Akimichi strewed beneath the scrutiny as every eye turned to him. The waiting stretched on, naught but the low booming of music threading between the seven men.
“Exactly! Ain’t no rules. You’re just bullshittin so Sakura-chan doesn’t elbow you into oblivion,” the blonde gloated, reaching for a handful of chips, only to be denied when the bullshitter swiped the entire bowl.
“What’s the answer Lee,” Choji prompted, munching aggressively on fried potatoes.
“It is unnecessary to inform Sakura, Naruto,” Shino began, “why? Because the video recorder is still-”
“Is Naruto-kun right?! Let’s find out! I’ve always cried easily. I’m thankful that my sensitivity doesn’t bother Naruto-kun, he hates seeing me cry but strangely, he thinks that I am cute even when I do.”
“Too easy! Like I said, I know Hinata better than anyone!”
“Oh shut up,” Team eight’s most vocal member dismissed, “arrogant ass-”
“So far, Naruto-kun has crushed the competition!” Guy’s favorite student butted in.
“What competit-”
“Now, for round two!”
“How the hell is this round-”
“Ohhhhh!” Lee enthused with a uncomfortable wiggle in his hips, “we have a very interesting question! Naruto-kun! What is the biggest fight you’ve ever had?”
With an exaggerated twirl, he plopped onto the couch adjacent to the questionee, slapping the card to the table, eyes creepily unblinking as he awaited a response.
“What kind of stupid question is that? As if those two ever fight,” Konoha’s adviser derided.
“Too busy sucking face to argue,” Kiba dismissed with a careless wave, throwing back another shot.
“I too believe Naruto-kun and Hinata-san suck face too much to argue! You cannot have a spirited verbal spar when your tongue is caught in hot, youthful passion!” Lee exclaimed, rising from the couch, pumping an excited fist in the air before snapping his attention to the extremely irritated blonde, “are we right?”
“Nope. Hate to break it to you jerks, but Hinata and I do other shit besides ‘suck face’, I mean sure, its pretty fuckin rare that we don’t ‘suck face’ all the time, much less argue, but we’ve argued before!”
“Why so defensive, Naruto?” Shino questioned, “one would think a harmonious relationship an accomplishment rather than an insult.”
“It is, but these thick headed imbeciles are making it sound like our relationship’s shallow or something! We talk, we have really philo-, philosofi-, our talks are deep! We don’t just kiss and fuck around, we talk about life and shit!”
“Life and shit,” Sai snorted.
“All the life and shit!” the Jinchuuriki agreed, “we talk about all that when we’re not kissin’! Of course we argue occasionally, maybe not, uh, as much as other couples, but we do bicker!”
“Uh huh, so tells us then, Naruto,” Choji challenged, grinning like a ninny, “how many fights have you guys actually had since you’ve known each other? From the time you met until the last time you saw her today?”
Every eye turned to the blonde as he gazed down at his hands, glancing at all ten fingers, once, twice, three more times, flexing each digit before finally, meeting the expectant males around him.
“Twice.”
Several of his friends fell over.
“Two fuckin times?!” Kiba screeched from the hardwood below, “are you fucking serious?!”
Azure eyes blinked, “yeah, what’s wrong with that?”
“Everything! And why the hell did it take you three minutes and ten fingers to answer that?!”
He blinked again, “I’m drunk.”
“Idiot!”
“Wait, wait,” Shikamaru said, climbing back into his seat, “if you two have only argued twice in damn near twenty years, how do we know these ‘arguments’ were actually arguments! Poutin’ at each other ain’t arguing. Out of all two of your ‘arguments’ how many times did either of you raise your voice, like really raised your voice.”
“Ummm, once…”
“Yeah, gonna go with you guys don’t argue. Come back when you gotta use your toes to count and somebody disagreed in a voice louder than a whisper.”
“You yelled at her?”
Blue orbs cut to the feral man. Eyes narrowed, face drawn taunt with anger, Kiba sat poised for a very non-friendly confrontation. Naruto had wondered how long the dog loving shinobi would wear his jovial mask. What excuse he’d use to get into it and still emerge as the ‘good guy’ afterwards…
“How do you know Hinata wasn’t the one yelling?” the painter pointed out, “Naruto is frustrating on the best of days.”
“Because Hinata hasn’t yelled a day of her life! She’s too nice for that, meaning dickhead here yelled at her!”
Naruto raised a blonde brow, annoyance fueling his quiet taunt, “really? She’s never yelled in her life?”
That day in the forest, when passion had over ruled caution, Kiba had heard just how loud Naruto could make her yell.
Sure enough, Kiba’s jaw tightened, dark eyes snapping despite the flush spreading across his cheekbones, “in anger,” he corrected through gritted teeth.
“Then yeah,” the blonde confirmed coolly, “she’s never raised her voice to anybody. It was me that one time.”
Discomfort hovered, driven by charged tension rising between the two men.
“Kinda shocked you’d be pushed to yelling, sure you’re a hothead, but you’re so goddamn protective of her, the last person I’d expect to yell at her is you, I’m sure you had good reason though, what happened?” the Akimichi injected, steering the conversation away from the undertones creeping in.
Irritation morphed swiftly into anger as he recalled the subject matter that fueled his temper swifter than coal in a furnace, and scared the absolute fuck out of him.
“All our arguments, all two of ‘em were about the same goddamn thing; her talking about fucking protecting me even it costs her her life,” he fairly snarl, “I can’t fuckin stand hearing her say that, dattebayo; I don’t wanna talk about, I don’t wanna think about it and I damn sure am never ever letting it happen so yeah, I fuckin’ yelled at her about it! I shouldn’t have done it, I told her I was sorry when I calmed down but I can’t say it won’t happen again! The war was the last time she’s sticking her neck out for me. And I mean it, that is the last time!”
Downing a shot, he slammed the empty cup on the table as the men around him, Kiba included, grunted their understanding, their agreement considering they too had women, friends, family they wanted to protect.
“We’ve only argued about it the two times and its a pointless fuckin subject, I’m not backin down and neither will she, and so yeah, I ended up yellin’. Its dead before it even starts. She doesn’t bring it up anymore. I get too…” he shook his head, reaching for a beer, “let’s just say it make me fuckin crazy!”
While the enraged groom chugged his drink, Lee read Hinata’s answer.
“Naruto-kun and I get along very well, we don’t really argue, but, when I tell him how I feel about…wanting to protect him no matter the cost, we don’t see eye to eye about it. I know this upsets you, Naruto-kun, so I’ll say no more on the topic. Please calm down.”
Taking a breath that expanded his chest, Naruto released his fiery temper in a low hiss between thinned lips, crossing his arms over his chest as he settled down.
“This is actually kinda scary,” Shikamaru commented, thoroughly popping the dangerous bubble engulfing the group, “I’ve heard of couples having a strong connection but you two are like halves of the same person. You knew what she was gonna say and she knew how you were gonna react, right down to the tantrum. You can’t tell me that’s not creepy!”
Despite his previous outburst, Naruto grinned wider than a football field, “I said the same thing not too long ago! I swear she’s really in my head. I’ll think about something and it comes out of her mouth instead of mine! Its crazy, but man do I love it!”
“Creepy.”
“Creepy awesome!”
“That is the most contradictory-”
“Ladies and gentlemen! He’s done it again!” the announcer exclaimed, hopping up from his seat, waving cards in the air.
“There aren’t any ladies!”
“No ladies?! How dare you insult Sai like that, dattebayo!”
“Naruto-kun! Are you ready for round two?!”
“We already did round two!” the blonde shouted, ducking a face full of party snacks lobbed from the annoyed ‘lady’.
“Allllllright! Round two! Which of your partner’s habits annoys you the most?!” Lee bellowed, slamming the white square down on the able before pointing at the groom, “go!”
“None of ‘em! She tells me all time that my originality is my best feature, dattebayo!”
“Originality?” Shikamaru chuckled, “is that what we’re calling it? Wearing orange is not originality, its-”
“Annoying,” Kiba answered.
“The way you jump into shit before you actually think is-”
“Annoying.”
“Adding dattebayo behind every other sentence is-”
“Annoying.”
“Eating ramen for breakfast, lunch, dinner and desert is-”
“Annoying.”
“Your obsession with talking about Hinata every second of every moment is-”
“The highlight of everybody’s day!” Naruto cut in, snatching the card from the table and tossing it back to Lee, “read the damn card so asshole and douche can shut the hell up, ‘ttebayo!”
“Soooo, which one is douche and which one is-”
“Who cares?!” Naruto huffed gesturing in between the two, “pick a dumbass, I don’t care, let’s go Lee!”
“Here we go! I have never found any of his habits annoying. Naruto-kun is such a colorful person and I love his uniqueness.”
“That’s right! She loves my uniqueness so fuck off!” the triumphant Jinchuuriki harrumphed.
“Another question accurately answered!” Lee trilled, “He’s on fire!!! Figuratively speaking! Not on fire fire but-”
“We get it!” the group shouted.
“Right, right, right, round two!”
“For the love of-”
“Naruto-kun! Listen up, listen closely! Which of your habits annoys your partner the most?”
“Oh please,” the groom dismissed with lazy wave, foggy brain reaching an swift, decisive conclusion despite his most recent shot and beer intensifying his inebriation, “she knows I love every little thing she does! I don’t care what it is, if she’s doin’ it, I’m all for it as long as I can watch her do it.”
A resounding Nara forehead slap filled the brief pause that statement created.
“Why does that sound sexual?” Kiba complained, downing another shot.
“Because the connotation in which it was spoken held a sexual undertone. Why? Because Naruto is an unrepentant sexual deviant. He has had two master’s who’s hedonistic exploits were a feature rather than closely guarded sins hidden away within the darkest recess of their closets. He cannot be blamed fully for his perverted proclivities, nor his lack of shame in expressing such behaviors openly amongst friend. He-”
“Alright already!” the Inuzuka bitched, “it was a rhetorical question! We already know-”
“Except wearing clothes in the house,” the proud, unrepentant pervert amended, lips pursed petulantly, “but Hinata says that’s not really a habit.”
“Hinata is correct,” Shino began, “clothing has long since been a socially accepted-”
“Let’s see if Naruto-kun is right!” a severely buzzed bushy browed male shouted/announced, snatching the card to read the response written down, “Naruto-kun has never expressed any annoyance in my habits, in fact, he is…very enthusiastic about my habits. Though…he would perhaps say wearing clothes is a…um…point of contention? However, wearing clothes is not a habit, Naruto-kun.”
“It is a habit, dattebayo…” muttered the groom.
“It is not, quit your bitchin’ you perv.”
“Round two!”
“If you say round two, one more time!-”
“Naruto-kun! Who enjoys cooking more?”
“Hinata.”
Silence.
Naruto glanced around, wondering why the room had grown quiet, why it held a suddenly expectant atmosphere.
“What?”
“That’s it? No side story? No follow up ridiculousness?” Choji prodded.
“Hmmm,” he pondered, eyes sliding closed as he thought about it, “not really! I’ve always sucked at cooking, plus I get burned a lot. Apparently you’re not supposed to cook when you’re naked.”
“Annnnd, there it is, the asinine statement we were all waiting for, mendoksei.”
“Are you fuckin’ kiddin me? You naked assho-”
“Let’s see if he’s correct!” Lee shouted, “Naruto-kun tries his best, and he’s really gotten better at it, but, I think I enjoy it more than he does, though, maybe a bit of his lack of enjoyment can be attributed to his…refusal to don appropriate attire around hot pans and searing ingredients.”
“You never do anything half way do you, Naruto? You go full blow idiot”
“Nope!”
“Here we go again! When did your partner have their first kiss?”
Snickering began, low at first before growing in volume as it made its way around the circle. Naruto rolled his eyes, “here we go with this shit. We all know, we were all there, it was with Sasuke at the Academy. Next!”
“I was not there,” Sai reminded him, raising his hand, “I would like-”
“Hell no! Lee!”
“No problem Naruto-kun!! In the Academy during a…um…accident with Sasuke.”
“Welp, I was right, good for me, next!”
“Who takes up the most room in bed?”
“Obviously I do,” he exclaimed proudly, ignoring the continued hilarity at his expense, “I’m way bigger than her. My Princess is so tiny and cute!”
“Naruto-kun is way bigger than me, he takes up the most room.”
“What is the scariest thing your partner ever told you?” Rock Lee prompted, for once without theatrics.
“The truth, that I’ll protect her no matter what it takes!”
Eyes gleaming with molten determination, their announcer nodded severely, solemnly, “The scariest thing Naruto-kun has ever told me is that he will protect me no matter the cost, even if that price is his own life…I know it’s contradictory to feel that way, I myself have given him that vow, and I understand how he feels, but…it is my biggest fear.”
“Such passionate dedication is the epitome of love, the true meaning of never ending youth! I commend you both!”
“Thanks Lee.”
“Round two!! Who is the better dancer?”
“Fuckin Hinata!” he groaned wistfully, “when we go out to dance, she wears these amazing dresses and does the most amazing things on the dance floor. All graceful and gorgeous and fuck, the way she moves her body-”
“Nope, nope, don’t even start,” Shikamaru interrupted, “Lee, read us the response before lover boy gives Shino an aneurysm.”
“Naruto-kun would say I am the better dance, but I think he is great too. Perhaps I am the better dancer for now, but with more practice, he will be even better than me.”
“Why you gotta suck the fun outta everything Shikamaru?” Naruto pouted, “Shino-”
“Shino’s aneurysm may still be in playyyyy! This next question is one any big brother dreads answered by his little sister! Here we go Naruto-kun! Round-”
“Shut up about goddamn round two!”
“Yes! As Kiba points out, this is indeed round two! Who initiated sex the first time?”
Sure enough, behind his sunglasses, Shino the color green a run for its money.
“This pervert,” Shikamaru said, pointing at the blonde as he watched Sai and Choji restrain a deeply annoyed Kiba, thwarting his bright idea to strangle the ‘round two’ right out of Lee, “we all know it was him.”
“Wrong!”
Everything ground to an abrupt halt. All eyes swerved to the guest of honor, identical incredulous visages pointed in the man’s direction.
“What do you mean, wrong?” Sai probed.
“Just what I said,” lips spread in the vulpine grin his lover found irresistible, oozing masculine pride and cockiness, the Jinchuuriki clarified, “I didn’t initiate sex first, dattebayo.”
Another pause, then;
“No way.”
“You’re a goddamn liar!”
“Hinata’s too innocent to have-”
“Alright Hinata-san! Your springtime has fully bloomed!”
“Didn’t see that coming…”
Shino was painfully, severely uncomfortable, big brother silent.
Naruto shrugged, grinning cheekily at his stunned audience, “I made her really happy that night and she was all over me, dattebayo. What can I say, I’m hot! I’ve had women fainting over me since the Academy!”
“Oh you are so full of shit!” Choji hooted, “it was only Hinata!”
“Fine then, I had the queen of all women fainting over me!”
Disgruntled men grumbled.
“Oh shut up! My soon to be wifey has her own fan club! How many women in this village can make that claim! Go ahead, I’ll wait! Enlighten me, please!”
“Now you’re just asking for trouble. This is being recorded, ya know. The other women are gonna see this and every last one of ‘em will fuckin’ bury you!”
Undeterred, ready and willing to help dig his own grave, Naruto turned glinting, bleary eyes to the camera in questioned, leaned across the table, ensuring his face filled the screen before shouting, “then bury me! Hinata’s the shit, I stand by that! Don’t like it, fuckin fight me, dattebayo!”
“The folly of liquid courage,” Shino sighed, “I am certain you will attain your wish in spades, Naruto,”
“I’m shaking in my Hitai-ate,” Naruto mocked, flopping back to the sofa, “let’s go Lee, these idiots clearly aren’t ready for the hard core truth!”
Another round of fervent protesting and contention erupted.
“I was…really um…happy at the time…?” Lee laugh/read aloud over the arguing ‘idiots’ and groom, effectively shifting good natured insults and barbs into full blown hilarity.
“Is there a blush attached to that card?” the Akimichi chortled.
Glassy eyed Lee turned it over, checking and inspecting the white rectangle for the reddened cheeks he’d over looked.
“Moron…”
“It’s a joke Lee, jeez!”
“Oh…Round two!!! Naruto-kun! What is one strength your partner has that you admire?” he quarried, oblivious to the repeated thumping the Inuzuka’s forehead and table made in the background, as he eyed his friend for a reply.
“Well, she’s-”
“I’m trapped between an imbecile and a imbecile!” Kiba groaned, “Not you! You have to tell us what Hinata wrote!!”
“Oh yeah.”
The aggravated hound nin dropped his head back to the table with a hard thunk.
“Determination! My bullheaded refusal to never give up no matter how much common sense gets in my way!” the hardheaded shinobi declared, shaking the table as he brought a heavy handed, enthusiastic fist down on the rounded wood.
“Said that right, common sense better watch out!”
“Exactly! You got the right idea, Choji!” ignoring the snarky tone his chubby friend delivered the statement, “I’ve been kicking common sense to the curb for years!”
“I second that mentality, Naruto-kun!” Lee thundered, “common sense has no place in my mental space! Whatever he sets his mind to, Naruto-kun will not quit, he’ll never go back on his word, no matter what hurdles stand in his way. His determination has always inspired me. I can’t imagine where I’d be, what type of woman, what type of kunoichi I’d be if not for him.”
“She’d be just what she is, amazingly strong and just as determined as me!” Uzumaki snorted.
“I also second that! Who gets hit on more?”
“Besides the fact that she’s the hottest woman in the world, yeah I said it!” he threw to the camera, before turning back to the exasperated group, “she has her own fan club, enough said.”
“You have your own fan club,” Sai reminded him.
“Yeah but I run from mine or give ‘em a hard set down, they don’t bother me as much anymore. Hinata’s too kindhearted and sweet to tell these jerk offs to fuck off and even though they know I could rip their balls off and shove ‘em up their ass faster than they could attempt to blink, they still surround Hinata like a buncha piranhas every chance they get! They’re riskin’ life and limb going after the woman of the strongest shinobi in the world, and you’re really gonna argue Hinata’s not the top of the female food chain? Really?”
“Technically speaking, Naruto,” Shikamaru injected before the bickering began anew, “you’re not the strongest ninja in the world.”
“The fuck I’m not! Who else is stronger than me and don’t say Sasuke! One, I was holding back the whole time we fought in Shūmatsu no Tani seeing as I wasn’t trying to kill him, two, I only had the Yin slice of Kurama, three, I fought longer in the war than Sasuke did, four, I shared chakra with every shinobi on the battle field, died and came back, etcetera etcetera and still came out on top! I’m not the strongest? Get the hell outta here! I’m calling bullshit!”
“Be that as it may, you’re still not the strongest and I had no intention of naming Sasuke as stronger than you.”
“How drunk are you Shikamaru?! How many shots did you take? Did one of ‘em have a drop of acid? Who the fuck is stronger than me?”
“Hinata.”
His brain lagged.
As though a light switch was flipped and everyone but the blonde in question could make out the obscure reasoning behind Nara’s answer, the men nodded, even deliriously happy Lee bobbed his head clumsily.
“Think about it, she’s got the strongest shinobi in the world wrapped around her itty bitty pinkie,” Sai explained, “technically speaking, that’d make her the strongest shinobi in the world.”
Naruto could detect zero falsehoods in that statement, and while many would be worried about the validity of it, he was not.
Was it normal for such a tiny woman to have so much control over him?
Who knows.
Did he care if it was or not?
Nope. Not in the slightest!
It was his relationship, his heart, his life, and if he wanted to be under the delectable thumb of Hinata Hyuuga soon to be Uzumaki, then that was his prerogative; considering he had her just as tightly wrapped around his finger, he’d say their dynamic was well balanced and fair. Wasn’t for the outside world to understand anyway; be happy for them, stew in jealousy over them, regardless of what anyone thought or felt, the Hyuuga-Uzumaki duo would carry on the way they wanted.
Everyone else could take a damn seat.
Grinning cheekily, Naruto joined the crowd, “true enough, dattebayo! Way to go Hinata!” he congratulated the camera, “strongest in the world! Take that Hyuuga clan! My baby’s stronger than all of you combined plus the rest of the world!”
“Congratulations, Hinata-san! Perhaps one day we can battle for the title of strongest shinobi in the world!,” he challenged the camera before grabbing the card, “I admit that I have a difficult time diverting attention and thus, endure being ‘hit on’ the most between us two. Naruto-kun has a large share of admirers but he runs away most of the time, and is… less than courteous in his rejections.”
“That’s okay Princess, you know I don’t mind taking out the trash, dattebayo!”
“Now’s not the time for trash, Naruto-kun! Round two has begun! What is the one food your partner could eat every day?”
“Cinnamon rolls!”
“That is incorrect, Naruto. In this game, your objective is to make an educated guess as to how Hinata herself answered the question currently being asked.”
“Huh?” the groom muttered, raising a blonde brow at the former insect shinobi.
“You’re supposed to tell us what you think Hinata said, remember?” Choji clarified.
“Oh yeah,” he chuckled, giving a rueful scratch to his cheek, “that’s easy, ramen.”
“You don’t even have to read that, everybody knows-”
“Let’s see if he’s right!!! Naruto-kun truly could eat Ramen everyday if I didn’t cook for him. Next up! Round two Naruto-kun!! If you could change anything about your partner, what would it be?”
“Not one blonde hair on my blonde head,” gloated the groom, “I am perfection to my Princess! Perfection, dattebayo!”
“It’d be really disgusting, how arrogant that sounds if we didn’t already know that Hinata actually feels that way.”
Choji nodded, “he’s her own personal tangerine Adonis.”
“I have no idea what a tangerine is, so lets read Hinata-san’s answer!!! Nothing. Not one thing. Naruto-kun is so wonderful. I have never wanted to change a single thing about him.”
“What surprised you about your partner the most, when getting to know them?”
Now this one he really had to think about. She knew pretty much everything about him, she’d been watching him for so long there wasn’t much she didn’t know, hell there were things she knew that he didn’t.
“Fuck,” he muttered, willing his brain to work, “she knows me really goddamn well, but ummm, maybe that I can be persuaded to eat something other than ramen?”
“Ladies and gentlemen!!!!”
“There ain’t no ladies!”
“Naruto-kun sound unsure for the first time tonight! Can he finally be wrong?” he postulated aloud, “he is so incredibly romantic. Naruto-kun has his first wrong answer for the night!!! Will he be able to recover?!”
Red face, bashfully ruffling the short, baby soft hair right above his nape, Naruto laughed nervously, “really? Romantic huh? I mean I do try and make shit special for her, but I never really thought I was good at it. I figure she’s too sweet to tell me how stupid my attempts at romance are. Guess she really meant it, dattebayo.”
Even though he got the answer wrong, he was too pleased to care.
“Naruto-kun! We are now in round tw-”
Growling, spewing obscenities, Kiba stood, snatched the cards from Lee’s hand and handed them off to Shino.
“You read ‘em Shino. This tipsy asshole doesn’t know how to count beyond the number two!”
“Bu-bu-but I’m the host!”
“Not anymore you’re not! Let’s go Shino, you’re the host now!”
White card in hand, Shino turned shaded eyes to the words. Naruto watched, absolutely fascinated as his pale skin erupted in a glorious scarlet sunrise a beat before he passed the card to Choji. Giving the card a curious once over, the hearty man hooted with laughter.
“What, what’s the question, dattebayo?!”
“What is your partner’s favorite sexual position?”
Naruto and party at large, minus shell shocked Shino and painfully embarrassed Kiba, dissolved into laughter.
“I resign as host,” Shino announced, handing the cards back to Lee.
Reinstated, bushy brow wasted no time picking up the mantle, “and we’re back! Your answer Naruto-kun?!”
“Missionary, guarantee she wrote that,” he replied with an exaggerated eye roll as snickers and incredulous looks were tossed his way, “and before you all start giving me shit about it, its more complicate than that! I’m not a vanilla type guy, but you know how Princess is, she’s not gonna write down exactly how I like it. You assholes don’t need to know anyway, dattebayo!”
Descending into full blown pervert, Naruto gave the group a glazed look as he replayed his favorite position to make love to his Hina. On her back, thighs spread wide, hooking that soft spot beneath her knees in the cradle of his calloused hands, pressing them upward until they framed her big succulent breasts. He loved her perky, buttocks, loved watching them jiggle, adored bringing an angry blush to both cheeks with the sting of his hand, but missionary was far superior to any position he bent her over or folded her into. She was limited beneath him, at the mercy of the pace he set, the depth he decided to fuck her, her only defense reduced to incoherent whimpered nonsense and the hard clamp of her wet kitty demanding his hot cream.
Hell yeah missionary was his favorite!
The assholes around him could laugh all they wanted, they had no idea (nor would the ever), what missionary was like with Hinata Hyuuga.
Everything about it was amazing!
The view itself was worth dying for.
Everywhere he laid his hungry eyes, he was turned on anew, doused in gasoline and set alight as he feasted on every sexy asset encompassing his pastel eyed lover.
Her face, bathed in ecstasy, pretty white eyes delirious, pleading, blazing with lust and worship as he pumped her cunt to quivering climax. Plump lips trembling as they screamed his name to the heavens, her coral tipped tipped tits bouncing in time to his thrust, ensnaring his rapt gaze in a trance so erotic he found it hard to focus even after orgasm ripped through him. Inevitably, he’d look down, and find his lewd attention stuck watching his thick cock spread delicious pink nether lips, stomach clenching as he was bathed in hot honey, all the while marveling that her tiny body could sheath the daunting length his sex offered. She was so small, inside and out, their size difference highlighted with his heavy bulk looming over her, emphasized further by the way her tight pussy struggled to make room for him, her clinging wet walls protesting his demand to fill her to capacity. He loved it, he loved the extra effort he had to exert, how intoxicating it was coaxing her to take him over and over again.
It was that power that was as addicting as her body, a symbolic display of dominance and submission he found hotter than he could express in words, an aphrodisiac he couldn’t fight nor did he want to.
Missionary, the way they did it, was far superior than any position.
“Just know, there’s a right way and a wrong way to missionary and we do it the right way!” he sighed aloud, lascivious scenes running through his head, “all that dark hair spread out, smooth skin all shiny… Getting to watch her cute face all-”
“Alright, alright already!” Shikamaru cackled, “we get it, now shut up before Shino vomits! You’re talking about his sister, dude!”
Turning cerulean orbs to the man in question, Naruto burst into gut busting hilarity. Shino looked the most uncomfortable Naruto had ever seen him look, or anybody for that matter, and that was saying something considering so much of his face was obscured by dark shades and the high collar of his coat. Positively green around the gills, brows drawn and twitching, sweat that had naught to do with heat dotting his forehead, his very aura screaming disgust, he truly appeared seconds from losing his breakfast, lunch and dinner from the past six weeks.
“Sorry Shino!” he wheezed, “but to be fair, I could’ve answered more explicit than that, I was holding back for your sake, dattebayo.”
Not that he would go into detail.
Sure they’d talked about females before, explicitly so, but this was Hinata. His intoxicated brain was incredibly uninhibited, but not that damn uninhibited. Though, even if he was hopelessly wasted, his own jealous nature when it came to his lover would absolutely function as a natural restraint, infallible, even beneath black out inebriation.
“We have spoken upon the topic regarding women frequently in the past, I am well aware of how explicit you can be.”
Naruto grinned, hooking an arm around his friend, “then relax, I can give an honest answer without making you puke. Have a little faith, dattebayo!”
“Oh!” their host exclaimed, “there’s more here! Please don’t elaborate further, Naruto-kun. I still have to look our friends in the eye.”
Another fit of laughter rang out.
“Round two!!! How many kids does your partner want?”
“Six, but Hinata says she’s satisfied with two,” he grumbled, “we gotta have at least four! How can she not want more than two?! Cute little girls with dark hair and blue eyes, a buncha mini me’s with their mother’s sweet temperament because God help the Land of Fire if one of ‘em gets more than looks from me! Shit, if they all come out with my in-your-face attitude, I think its gonna be the end of the world! Still! Why not have a house full of kids?”
“First of all, your last three statements answers that last question perfectly, second, its obviously not a matter of her not wanting a bunch of kids with you. It’s probably the process she’s objecting to.”
“Process?” he repeated, blue eyes silently questioning the adviser for more information.
“You’re not the one that will to carry and birth the children, Naruto,” Shino pointed out, “your contribution to procreate will be minimal at best.”
“Right!” Choji nodded, “you get to do the easy part, but Hinata will have to do the hard part for nearly a year!”
“That’s not true! I can do more than donate sperm!” he negated, “I’ll rub her back whenever it hurts and give her foot massages everyday! I’ll buy all her favorite foods no matter how late it is or what kind of weird, disgusting cravings she’s having! I’ll hold her hair and rub her back when she has to puke! And I’ll tell her she’s beautiful no matter how big she gets, not cuz I have to, but because I really don’t give a damn if she’s the size of six houses, I’ll always love my Princess!”
“Where did-”
“Sakura-chan and Ino told me all about pregnant women and some of the shit they have to go through,” he revealed to the group, “they weren’t happy about some of my answer, dattebayo. Uh, wanting six kids was one of ‘em. They told me why six kids was askin for a lot.”
“They told you all of that, and you’re still wanting six kids?”
“Well, yeah,” he told the pale painter, scratching a whiskered cheek, “it’ll be a sacrifice on her part, I realize that and I’ll do everything I can to make her comfortable through every pregnancy, whether she wants to stick with just two or not. I’m not gonna make a big stink about it, or get upset if she only wants two. Its her body not mine, but I can’t pretend I don’t want a boat load of kids cuz I really, really do, dattebayo.”
“Mendōkusei, hopefully, Hinata can stand strong and protect the village from an Uzumaki invasion,” Shikamaru
“Oh shut up,” he dismissed, taking a swig of beer, “don’t forget who their parents are, sure, the village’s gonna have to deal with a few…pranks and vandalized monuments, maybe set up a special Uzumaki alarm, maybe reinforce a few house and building, hide forbidden scrolls, put safety rubbers on kunai, but, they’ll end up with six powerhouses that’ll put their favorite Jinchuuriki and his Princess to shame! It’s a small price to pay for six new legends!”
“Says you! The village-”
“Next question! Naruto-kun!!! When did you know you loved your partner?”
Toneri shit face flashed in his mind’s eye.
He grumbled, bottom lip jutting out in a trademark pout, “when I got back from a mission and thought she was on a date with this slimy, shit face-”
“For the love of- not you, you idiot! How many times do we have to explain it!” Kiba grumbled, “Hinata. You need to answer the way you think Hinata answered!”
The drunk blonde blinked, “oh. Yeah.”
Grinning, he brought the memory to the forefront.
“When I saved her from a buncha snot nosed bullies when we were six,” he crowed proudly, raising a celebratory fist, sloshing beer as he indulged an excited cheer, “she liked since she was three, but when she was six, she knew I was the one for her, dattebayo!”
Ecstatic with his own answer, the beautiful truthfulness entwined within his words, Naruto threw back the rest of the liquid in his bottle before slamming it happily on the table with more force than warranted. Had he not been in his own blissful world, he’d have marveled that the glass didn’t break.
Throwing an elated arm around the nearest unfortunate soul, he couldn’t help but continue bragging about the woman that loved him, “hey, hey, hey, did you know, that’s why she was always fainting and blushing around me, and that cute little stutter that she still has even though we’ve been together for a while, all cuz she was in love with me! She told me that I was so good looking, her heart couldn’t take it and she passed out whenever I was up in her space! Even when I was a bratty pranksters, to her, I was more amazing than anybody in the entire world!”
The unfortunate soul, the Hokage’s right hand man, rolled his eyes, exasperation touching every amusedly annoyed line on his face, “everyone knew that, Naruto. I swear, it’s like you went through our childhood with your eyelids nailed shut”
The table at large nodded, even Kiba.
“Ehhhh, yeah,” he laughed ruefully, “I was pretty stupid back then-”
“I may not have known you before you reached your teen years,” Sai began.
Bleary blue eyes narrowed, knowing whatever was about to come out of his mouth would earn a fist to the upper lip,
“But I would argue that you’re still pretty stupid.”
“I dare ya to say that again, you-”
“It’s a long one this time!” Lee boasted, ignoring the ‘that’s what she said’ comment next to him, “One winter, while I was out for a walk, three little boys blocked my path and made fun of my eyes. I did what I always did, back in those days, I cried. I couldn’t stand up for myself, but Naruto-kun, he stood up for me that day. He hopped off his swing and defended me. Just as I had that night he helped me find my way home three years ago, I felt as though the sun had parted the dark heavy clouds in my life and bathed me in warmth and happiness. Even after they beat him up, he still gave me a bright smile. I remember thinking I had never seen anything, anyone so beautiful in my entire life, and that remains true even now, but that day, my heart no longer belonged to me. As he sped away from me with all the brightness and energy of the sun itself, he took my heart with him.”
Pink cheeks, sappy eyes and embarrassed shuffles met the poetic words, though one male in particular appeared pained…reflective.
Contemplative amongst the small hurt glinting within his dark depths.
Despite the ache in his chest, the love in his soul for the woman that loved him deeper than every ocean on this planet, another part of his heart ached for his feral friend struggling to accept that depth, along with the reality that he would never have that from her.
xxxxxx
He sat beside her, reverent regard tracing delicate features.
He could feel it, gentle currents, potent, soaked and steeped in power.
The power of Toju-sama.
The power of the Otsutsuki.
Ah, such wonderful ripples, more soothing than the softest waves.
She was so near, a breath away from her wondrous transition. This next phase was important, a delicate balance needed to ensure their laborious efforts, their soul rending sacrifices did not prove all for naught. The combination must be as close to perfect as possible.
Reaching into the pocket stitched inside his robes, Myoku Yagutsu pulled from its depths a velvet pouch.
Glinting, gunmetal gray, lined inside with the energy suppressant material so useful in ensuring he and those like him, remained undetected within the shadows.
Fishing out a sliver, fighting the temptation to consume it, resisting the luring scent oozing from the crimson fruit pinched between his fingers, Myoku leaned towards salvation. Towards the sleeping Hyuuga nestled in the bed of Konoha’s Jinchuuriki. Gripping her delicate cheeks in one hand, Myoku pressed gently, spreading her plump lips. His eyes closed as her supple skin spread warmth to his fingertips, a rush, an avalanche of sensations cresting through his borrowed flesh, permeating beyond his human meat suit and engulfing his physical self within the cocoon that concealed Isshiki Otsutsuki behind Myoku Yasunari.
Such a mind blowing thrill, destructive and all consuming, an excruciating torrent, touching his core in ways he hadn’t experienced in eons. Hurtling through his reality at break neck speed from just a single touch; benign contact from him to her. An exchange that took less than a heartbeat, and yet in that nanosecond, a lifetime passed.
Hinata.
Salvation.
Evolution.
Completion.
Her name was synonyms with them all.
She was everything they hoped, she was everything they needed.
Onyx eyes opened as he sucked in a quiet breath and steered his compromised facilities back to the task he risked discovery for tonight.
Taking the fruit sliver, he slid the screeching fruit between her puckered lips.
xxxxxx
Naruto stepped through the lounge doors as the lights behind him shut off one by one.
The celebration was over, the club was closing and his inebriation had faded to a comfortable buzz.
He felt good.
Happy and content with tonight’s festivities.
Excluding the handful of tense moments, it was a good night; one hell of a send off to life as a married man. He was a little shocked that everything had gone so well; Kiba had kept his word in spades, had he not seen and heard his emotional turmoil, one would believe the Inuzuka had put his unrequited love firmly behind him.
Naruto was not fooled, neither was anyone else.
The jubilant game Ino assigned to the groom had hurt his feral friend.
Nothing he could do about that, or anybody for that matter, but he still felt bad each time he’d seen that sadness marring his canine features.
Glancing to his left, he found the man in question leaning against the wall a few feet from the entrance.
Waiting.
“Let’s take a walk, Kiba.”
He didn’t wait for a response, merely stuck his hands in his pockets and started in the direction of home, and without a word, Kiba fell in line along side him.
It was quiet out, deathly so.
Konoha was fast asleep.
“Say what you gotta say, Naruto,” he prompted ten minutes later.
They ground to a halt in a darkened alley, each taking opposing walls to lean against.
“Why haven’t you told her yet?” the Jinchuuriki asked.
“Why the fuck would I?”
“Because she wants to know what happened that night, who fucked you up and why. She’s not stupid, she knows I know what happened. You think she can’t feel the tension between us, the looks and silent arguments we get into around her, she’s not gonna stop pushing to figure out why shits weird when we’re in the same room.”
“I know that.”
“Then why haven’t you told her?”
“What the hell would be the point?! We both know how this is gonna play out for fuck sake! I don’t need to be rejected to know I’m not a fucking contender, never was. I swear its like she was born already in love with you,” he admitted, grimacing as he did so, “back when were kids, when I first met her, when we became classmates at the Academy, she was already watching you with that lovesick look on her face. We were young as fuck but even then, I don’t think it was a crush. She loved you.”
His heart clenched.
Of course, Naruto knew this already, he was painfully aware how long ago his soon to be wife had given her heart to him. How long she had watched him from the sideline wanting him to love her too.
“As time went on, what she felt only grew…She’s beyond in love…she’d do anything for you,” Kiba continued softly, “maybe I had a slim chance early on, but her jumping between you and Pain, her throwing herself in front of that fuckin ten-tailed fuck…if not for Neji she would’ve…that shut down any doubt in my mind that there was any fuckin hope.”
His jaw tightened, mirroring that of the Inuzuka across from him.
He hated hearing that.
With every fiber of his being, Naruto hated hearing about those moments where the depth of her love manifest in a willingness to exchange her existence for his, telling him and the world that her death was preferable to his.
It humbled him, the intensity, the completion, the all consuming personification of her devotion.
It scared him that she valued his life more than her own.
He’d rather she killed him herself than lose her.
“To her, there never was, never has been, never will be anyone else for her and that shit hurts Naruto. It fuckin hurts worse than anything I’ve ever felt. Its hurt for a long goddamn time. The more I got to know her, the more I wanted to just…I would have given anything to be you back then. Anything for her to look my way…she never did.”
Sweeping aggravated fingers through his shaggy hair, Kiba gave a low, humorless laugh, a sound writhe with pain and derision.
“You’re right, she’s not stupid, far from it, but considering the shit I said to her when she told me Sasuke was back, the way I acted at the engagement party, the fight on a night only us guys hung out and the tension between you and me after it, none of it is painting the pretty obvious picture for her. Wanna know why? Because the idea that I have fucking feelings for her is so outside the realm of possibility for her she’s blind and deaf to what’s right in front of her face. The hints I’ve dropped, then and now, goes right the fuck over her head.. That’s how far outside her radar I am,” he growled, “Hinata thinks of me as her fucking brother, even if I told her how I felt it wouldn’t get me any goddamn where and I know that. I knew it then, I damn sure know it now. It’s the biggest reason I never said anything to her back then, the reason I never even tried to win her affection, but that’s not the only reason. I can’t have anything with her but friendship with her so why the fuck would I put that in jeopardy telling her about feelings she doesn’t want or need? Why ruin what little I have with her?”
“Kiba, you don’t know-”
“I don’t wanna find out!” he shouted, blazing black clashing with sharp azure a beat before listing to the side, “maybe that makes me a coward,” he continued quietly, glaring into the darkness, “but I can’t risk losing her. You of all people should understand that-”
“I do understand,” the blonde contradicted, “you think that didn’t cross my mind when I got home? Our friendship aside, I wouldn’t want to do anything to damage the friendship you have with her. We may have talked ugly and slugged each other that night, but we’re still friends. I’m not vindictive, I can put aside how I felt about the situation and think about your position in this situation. The consequences of it. And I did think about it, hell I even talked to Kurama about it, dattebayo. I didn’t really know what to do, never been in this situation before, but I knew one thing, I didn’t wanna cause trouble between you guys by running my mouth about your feelings. Even more so, I didn’t think was my place to tell her about your feelings, I still don’t, but I can’t keep your secret if that means I have to keep secrets from her to do that. We’re friends Kiba, I care about you but I love her. She means more to me than anything, anyone in the world. I can’t have lies and deception in my marriage. I won’t have them.”
Finally, the subject matter, the crux of this entire confrontation.
He thought he’d feel anxious about it, like a villain.
He didn’t.
All he felt was resolute; reaffirmed by the words he’d spoken aloud.
“Kiba, you need to tell her. I’ve held off long enough, I can’t keep avoiding the subject every time she asks me about that night, or make her feel like she’s seeing shit whenever she asks why we act the way we do around each other. I’m not gonna keep doin it, I’m sorry, but this has to stop,” he warned, “me and her, we talk about everything, I’ve never kept anything from her. I’ve never been dishonest with her and it fuckin bugs the shit outta me when I look at her and act like I don’t know what the fuck is going on. If I didn’t have to do that, I wouldn’t be pushing you to confess to her, and you may not feel like it, but your silence is the same as asking me to keep lying to her and I can’t do that.”
Feeling confident, he looked the other man in the eye.
“Kiba, Hinata is going to be my wife soon.”
The feral man’s jaw tightened, but Naruto pressed on.
“I’m not saying this to hurt you or brag or any shit like that. I’m saying it because I do not, will not, start my marriage with secrets and lies. Hell, I don’t want any part of our lives to have any dishonesty, but definitely not in my marriage,” running a hand through his hair, Naruto’s brows creased, “I’m already gonna be in hot water for not saying anything that night, for asking Kurama to help me cover it up. I’m not about to dig a deeper hole, ‘ttebayo.”
He wasn’t sure how his Hina would take the news, they’d never had anything like this happen in the time they’d been together. He didn’t expect her to yell, scream or slap his face, she wasn’t that type of woman, no matter how far she was pushed; but there was something worse than anger.
Disappointment.
And that would hurt him far worse than any Sakura punch any day. It cut him deeper than the sharpest kunai. He knew it was coming, had known the moment his bruises faded from his skin. Since that fateful choice, the anxious Jinchuuriki had tried not think about it, least he confess to her in an unguarded moment of weakness, pushing it down to the darkest recesses of his mind.
Not anymore.
Time to face the music.
“Tell her about your feelings or its gonna come out when I tell her the truth.”
“Naruto-”
“No Kiba, we both need to come clean,” he said, shaking his head, “you feel how you feel, I feel how I feel, and we did what we did that night because of it. Period. Right or wrong, it happened. I’m not gonna apologize for it, not gonna make excuses for it and I’m not sorry and she’ll take that however she’s gonna take it, but it’s gonna be one hundred percent honest. Every word. Listen, I can’t make you tell her, nor am I gonna try to, I can only control myself, and for me, this is what I need to do before I walk down that aisle. Take this as a heads up. I’ll give you three days. That’s it. The rest is up to you. Whatever you decide to do, that’s your choice but I’m sticking by what I said and you know by now, I never go back on my word.”
He couldn’t read the look on his face, or in his eyes, for once, Kiba’s face was completely blank.
Naruto sighed.
Stuffing his hand into his pockets, he started moving again.
“Three days,” he reiterated as he passed the frozen man.
xxxxxx
Kill her…
Kill her…
Kill her now…
Sakura shifted, turning one way on the narrow couch, then the other.
Kill her…
Pink brows crinkled.
Kill her…
Crocking a drowsy sigh, the pinkette shifted again.
Kill her…
Ino…
Heavy lidded baby blues tracked the subtle movements, entranced by her best friend’s subconscious attempted to find comfort on her plush couch. She looked up, dazed gaze fastening onto the stooped figure leaning over the arm rest.
Reaching out…
Looming over Sakura Haruno.
A tiny hand smoothed bubble gum colored hair from puckered brows, little fingers as sickeningly pale, painfully translucent as the arms, the body it was attached to.
Yumiko…
Her corpse shaded skin cut through the oppressive darkness swallowing her living room.
Kill her…
Broken from her reverie, Ino shifted, swinging her gaze to the coffee table, tracing every line, angle and curvature that shape the five year old girl seated atop it, staring back at her. Swinging her itty bitty feet to a melody only she could hear, in that way kids her age were want to do; black shoes gleaming, defying the dark, Yumiko’s hellish gaze bore into her own.
Kill her…
Ino…
Azure orbs swept the raised the blade gripped in her clammy palm. Drawn inexplicably, her focus narrowed. fused to the kunai, revealing in its slight weight, hypnotized by the slight twinkle reflecting the hall light.
It was a beautiful harbinger of death.
Shiny and sharp.
Pointed and cold.
Awaiting the privilege of rending flesh as it hovered a hairsbreadth from Sakura’s throat.
Frigid lips, childlike and chapped, touched the shell of the murderous blonde’s ear, a scent worst than rotted flesh teased her nose. A minuscule breath caressed her skin, flaying her disturbed flesh in icy terror; carrying two words, coated in barbs, thunderous in impact, to the staring Yamanaka.
“Kill her…”
xxxxxx
I took a break for the hands, wrists and forearms, and they’re really feeling much better. Think I need to be more aware of hand positioning and pressure points. And stop leaving my damn pinkie stiff when I type.
Kiwi- Thank you for your patience! I’m glad you’re still sticking this story through with me! I love that you enjoy these stories enough to re-read them more than once! I hope you continue to enjoy these two and others I post!
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