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ᗰOᑎᔕTEᖇ	By : Sessakag Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Naruto/Hinata Views: 44706 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Fifty-Eight
Preparing For Tomorrow

July 5th, 2010

“Legendary Sannin, Soulless Scientist, former rogue of Konoha, Orochimaru.”
He rolled to a stop, staring at the man bent over a slightly rusted surgical table, his arms flexing as he tinkered inside the open ribcage of a creature reminiscent to the early days of the Jubokko experiments. The serpent’s lab was dimly lit and coasted, boasting strange organisms and organs bobbing inside glass jars, tools that looked more appropriate for torture than study, and shelves upon shelves of books, tomes and scrolls, so dense it was a wonder the shelves had not yet fallen, lined the walls.
“My my, its been quite a while since I’ve entertained guests. You know who I a,, but I cannot say I am familiar with you. It’s common courtesy to introduce yourself before entering one’s…home. I cannot in good faith offer hospitality to a stranger.”
“Of course, where are my manners? Takahiro Akechi,” he mockingly introduced, “but then, you already knew that.”
“Ahh, Kabuto’s little brother, ne?” the snake in human skin turned from his table, fixing his slitted pupil to the man in the wheelchair, a low rumble of amusement left his throat, “you are so much like him, calculating, resourceful enough to reach my lair, so much like him. Had it not been for that foster brother of yours, both of you would have been groomed at my hand. Though you both grew up in different homes, you’ve both developed much the same, such is the connection between twins.”
The way he spoke, with such certainty and relish, Takahiro was sure he’d drawn that conclusion through some horrible experimentation.
“You have something that belongs to my clan.”
“From what I gather, it belongs to the one you serve. Your clan were but caretakers.”
True enough, Shigeru-sama had made that abundantly clear. Orochimaru straightened, finally turning to meet him face to face. Takahiro knew a lot about the man before him, his reputation was one that was reviled, feared, and yet, having lived under the thumb of Toriyama, having witness the ungodly horror that was Toju-sama, this monster in human skin was nothing.
“Perhaps we can be of use to one another.”
“Before the war, such an offer held value, now, it is nothing more than empty words,” Kabuto’s twin dismissed, “give me tablet.”
The snake smiled, golden eyes assessing and amused, “how foolish to dismiss an exchange of knowledge without considering its contents.”
“You have nothing I want or need other than my clan’s legacy.”
“You wear his face, share his mannerisms, move in ways Kabuto himself has and would, and yet there are distinct differences. I wonder if it is a matter of nurture or nature that created such a glaring flaw lives in one twin and not the other.”
“You have the other half, where is it?”
“Fodder no more, do you know the true origins of those words?”
Of course he did.
“A mantra developed by the branch family of the Otsutsuki after eons of subjugation. What of it?”
Orochimaru’s thin lips curled, amusement twinkling in his sharp eyes, “is that what they told you?”
Takahiro frowned. His mouth opened, a question on his tongue, a body dropped beside his chair, stopping his inquiry.
Qyt'si was done hunting.
The man, Yamato, lay bloodied and still. His alien companion reached for her prey, hefted his near lifeless body to its knees, whipped a kunai from her pouch and let it rest nonchalantly at his pulse.
Unfazed, at least outwardly, Orochimaru turned serpent eyes to the Nirall, interest bordering on nauseating, suffusing his face, “what manner of being are you, my dear?”
She didn’t speak, merely shifted her blade closer to the jugular of the Sannin’s jailer.
“After the war, you surrendered to Konoha, and submitted to an invasive insurance policy. Should you tamper with it any way or, should he,” Takahiro gestured to Yamato, “die, that seal inside your head will activate and liquefy your brain faster than you can blink.”
“Years has passed since their annihilation, but the genius of the Uzumaki Clan endures,” he lamented with a cross of his arms, “you are misinformed, if tampering with the seal or Yamato’s death were the only parameters, rest assured, this seal would not hold me for long. Ah, but the Uzumaki, they are well versed in containing monsters such as myself. The mere thought of unraveling this seal unleashes an agony far worse than the Reaper seal that rendered my arms less than useless. Thinking about the seal, even subconsciously, produces a sensation comparable to molten steel poured directly into one’s ear. Truly a fearsome people to concoct such gruesomely thorough restraints,” he flinched, a subtle tightening lined his jaw before a raspy chuckle left his lips, “how cruel of you to inflict its unmerciful punishment upon me.”
“Give us the doctrine.”
“Unfortunately, dear twin, you are a decade too late. It was…lost,” destroyed, “years ago. Lucky for you,” he tapped his burning cranium, “that knowledge resides in here.”
Fuck…
“Now, I have something you want, you have something I want, you would be foolish to dismiss.”
"What-”
The earth shook, rocking the rickety lights over head, tossing books from overstuffed shelves.
“Hurry!” Qyt’si hissed a beat before the ceiling caved, “go!”
Without hesitation, Takahiro whipped out his one-way trip home from his lap, hands trembling as he nicked his finger, swiped the seal with blood and held onto his chair as gravity shifted, eyes tightly closed as he tumbled. His momentum stopped abruptly, turning his insides to mush. His stomach heaved and something bitter churned in his throat.
How?
How had they traced their presence?
Hinata had to be in the first trimester of her incubation, Toju-sama wasn’t in their dimension, Honorable One was preparing himself, Toneri was playing shepherd to the Jubokko far from Earth’s dimension…There were others, members of the main pulling the strings of the Elemental Nations, but they wouldn’t dare reveal themselves now.
Not when the situation was so crucial.
Not when the foundation was being built.
They couldn’t risk it.
So who was it?
Who was the Otsutsuki in Orochimaru’s lair?
Qyt’si dropped next to him, her skin waxen and flushed an angry green, jaundice fluid oozing from her missing arm.
“Who was it?” he hissed urgently the moment she rose from her heap, “do you know?
“Silence!”
He snapped his jaw closed, anxiety pricking his temper. Her skin ran through a series of hues, different shades of green, she was gathering her energy, preparing to regrow that arm over the course of a few months. He waited on pens and needles, wanting to scream at her to hurry the fuck up!
“He is not of main,” she whispered endless minutes later, “I do not know who he is.”
xxxxxx
July 9, 2010

“Holy fuck! Do it again!”
A week after her pulsations ended, Hinata’s assessment had arrived and once it started, Naruto and the rest of the spectators in attendance were struggling to make sense of her newfound power. Looking as shocked as he was, Hinata took a breath, wiped her damp brow and gave him a nod.
Their eyes met and held, Naruto was too entranced to look away.
She looked…incredible.
Otherworldly.
As ethereal as Elvira without the creepy alien undercurrent.
A brilliant glow suffused her eyes, iris and sclera joined in a vibrant fuchsia, in its center pale pink liquid flowed sluggishly, much like pastel lava dancing languidly inside a lamp. They were beyond beautiful, completely mesmerizing, framed by trademark Byakugan veins that had narrowed and thinned, traced by a very faded mauve highlight. Her chakra held form, two shades below violet, visible to the naked eye as it weaved, twirled and mimicking graceful ribbons caressed by a gentle breeze. It was all her chakra, he could feel its fluttering softness, sliding over his skin like a horde of butterflies.
He chuckled at the description, turning inward to glance at Kurama.
Huffing and puffing Kurama that was literally covered in pretty pink butterflies; they danced around his bijuu friend, making a home of his crimson fur, laying gentle kisses to his snout with their dainty feet. Her chakra was permeating, sinking beneath his flesh, warming his insides, twining his own network in a way he had never experienced before. He could sense her, just like she could him, even without senjutsu, even when she wasn’t powered up as she was now, a connection between them persisted.
They were in a world their own, separate from the natural order.
So far, her eyes and the power they unlocked were fucking awesome.
Excited, Naruto reformed his trademark jutsu, twirling and compressing his chakra in the palm of his hand, bigger, denser than before, a Rasengan large enough to stir leaves and strong enough to sway branches…only for it to unravel in an instant. Like pulling a plug, his Rasengan was there one instant and gone the next, his chakra dispersed to the wind, tingling pinpricks stabbing from palm to forearm.
He inhaled, ready to hoot with triumph, only to see her chakra dissipate abruptly and her eyes roll back in her skull.
“Hinata!”
Shooting across their training field, Naruto reached for his falling fiancée, heart pounding in his ears as her limp weight filled his arms.
“Hinata!” he called again, giving her petite body a panicked shake.
“Hand her to me, Uzumaki-san,” a Hyuuga physician, the one that cared for his lover throughout her transition, insisted.
He held her as the man went to work, his veined eyes moving from head to toe, fingers pressed to her pulse for several seconds.
Naruto held his breath, fighting the urge to pester the man.
“This ability is taxing, she will need to train to acquire tolerance and efficiency over time. For now, she needs to rest and recover. Please ensure she refrains from activating this ability for the rest of the day.”
xxxxxx
July 17, 2010

“Now, to unravel the seal, just give it a tap of chakra or-”
“Ow!!!! I’m gonna kill you Sanzo!” Tani screeched.
Naruto sighed, slapping an exasperated palm to his forehead, he muttered, “or just rip it off like a heathen, dattebayo.”
Teaching teenagers how to use sealing tags and low level fuinjutsu was ten times more frustrating than it was trying to learn it himself, and he was studying S-rank super secret fuinjutsu, the complexity of which was enough to make him wanna bang his head against a steel wall while tearing his eyebrows out one hair at a damn time and don’t even get him started on coming up with his own techniques! Without Hinata, he didn’t know what would have done.
‘Probably sealed us both away for a century with one of those accursed Uzumaki techniques,’ Kurama chuckled derisively.
‘It was never that bad! I handled the basics just fine, ‘ttebayo!’
‘Oh, finally speaking to me again aye, kit?’
Naruto ignored him, which only made the demon kitsune laugh out right. He was being petty, it wasn’t Kurama’s fault that his actions had garnered consequences, quite the contrary, the bijuu had made his displeasure known loud and clear that night, that his assistance in hiding the truth from Hinata was under duress; still, Naruto was more than a little miffed that they hadn’t both gotten in trouble for that stunt.
That is partner in crime had gotten his Princess’s thanks for ‘being there for Naruto-kun’ as well as his favorite meal for a week.
Sure, Kurama hadn’t really been his partner in crime, but who cares?
Naruto had been suffering and wanted company in his misery because that’s exactly what the last few weeks had been; misery.
A misery brought on ever since Hinata asked that they abstain from sex until the wedding, saying that it would make their honeymoon special, but Naruto was leaning towards punishment for the whole Kiba fiasco.
One thing he learned, what he should have learned last time she sat him down to be tortured at the nail salon, Hinata didn’t get mad, she got even, and that was far scarier, far deadlier, than a Sakura punch at full rage. Hinata’s displeasure was torment, true torment! Since their drought started, she made it a point to wear his favorite picks from their shopping trip every damn day, God forbid he see her anything other than his favorite color, she wore those silky shoe strings masquerading as underwear to bed knowing damn well he’d spend all night tossing and turning with a raging hard-on that wasn’t gonna find relief between her plush thighs until after they were husband and wife.
He had certainly gotten the message; lying, deception, whatever the reason, was a huge no-no.
He was sufficiently chastened, and he was sure she realized that too. Last night, while he prepared for another uncomfortable rest, Hinata had thrown him a lifeline, sucking him off so goddamn good his toes had crossed, his brain shut down and he howled into the night like a werewolf during a full moon. He lasted a whole six and a half-minutes…maybe, dropped into a sleep even the dead envied then woke up this morning covered in drool and feeling better than he had felt in weeks. Happy as a clam, chattering like a chirping bird, Hinata had giggling at his elated state as she made them breakfast.
She fed him berries from her plate, hinting that she truly wanted a special honeymoon but didn’t see why they couldn’t fool around to make abstaining easier, all the while rubbing her little foot up the pant leg of his pajama bottom and simultaneously licking whipped cream off her fork.
Honestly, it wasn’t so bad waiting to be fully intimate after they said “I do”, winding her up until she felt like she was the one being punished had it’s own appeal. Tormenting each other for weeks on end was going to spark a heady tension between them, one he knew was gonna be downright explosive when they finally did the nasty as official Uzumaki’s. Considering he nearly lost his soul last night after his first non-solo nut in weeks, he wished her luck.
Luck, stamina and a reinforced back because she was damn sure gonna need it once he got his hands on her, she had no idea the monster she had created.
He couldn’t wait for that big reveal.
Yep, his punishment for lying sucked, but at the same time didn’t.
All and all, he was good to serve his time, better yet, with his aching loins semi-soothed and yet another incentive for his wedding firmly in place, Naruto had let go of enough petty to chat with Kurama, although, if he kept getting laughed at by that overgrown fox he was gonna have to re-evaluate his petty levels.
“Sensei?”
He turned, ignoring Kurama’s cackling and met glinting amber eyes that missed very little, and sure enough, his most diligent teen student lived up to his title.
“Something’s about to happen isn’t it? Something big?” he questioned, “maybe as big as the war, but I think…maybe even bigger than that.”
Way bigger than what he thought it was.
“Listen buddy, right now, I need you to focus on learning and perfecting what I teach you, and I need you to help Tani as much as possible, alright, its really important that you guys focus on perfecting these techniques, leave worrying about the future to your sensei,” he gave what he hope was convincing grin, then ruffled his silvery hair, “can you do that for me?”
Seinosuke was quiet a beat, then nodded, “you’re not allowed to talk about it, my parent won’t either, but dad said it shouldn’t matter either way, that I should always use times of peace to train like war could break out at any moment.”
Wise words of wisdom from a man clearly trained in the art of dodging childish inquires constructively, Naruto hoped he’d pick that up before his own hellions were born.
He had a feeling he was going to need every skill parenthood had to offer.
“Your dad’s absolutely right, the world is an unpredictable place, we need to use this peace to our advantage,” speaking of using their time wisely, he fixed his cerulean gaze on two bickering teens as he pulled a thin stack of paper slips from his tool bag, “you two, knock it off and get over here, this is important, dattebayo.”
He took a knee, dropping his stack on to the forested floor.
He picked up one kanji laden sheet, as they gathered round, “these are chakra disruptors, channel your own chakra into them before you launch them, activate them the way I showed you once their attached to the enemy and it’ll stop chakra flow temporarily to that body part. These aren’t anywhere near as effective as the Hyuuga Juuken, it’s just to get you out of a bind, so don’t rely too heavily on it. Use it for emergencies. It works better if you fuse it to specific body parts, hands, eyes especially if you’re dealing with a dojutsu, arms will work too but these don’t perpetrate all that deep so take that into consideration when you’re picking a location, the less dense the better.”
“That’s so cool,” Tani gushed, “how long does the disruption last?”
“Depends on how strong the enemy is.”
“Does it work on you, sensei?” Seinosuke asked.
Naruto gave his genin a once over. Seinosuke was intel gathering, trying to put together the scope and scale of a looming threat with bits and pieces of information, “ehhhh, somewhat, but I’m a special case. Put it this way, most jubokko wouldn’t be able to shrug it off.”
They definitely packed a punch even if they weren’t quite effective on a Jinchuuriki, he should know since he was a test dummy for most of these contraptions. They could definitely make a jubokko pause and that was really what mattered. He, Sasuke, the Kage, they’d be the ones taking any Otsutsuki that would barely sneezed if hit with it, at least, that was the plan.
He lifted a second inked tag, “these are called trilateral tags, you’re gonna need to work as a team to use. Triangle formation, enemy in the middle, no more than 12 feet between you three, I know it’s not a lot of space, but you don’t really need that much, since this is just for binding and holding an enemy in place. Chakra distribution and placement has to be precise or it’s not gonna work. This is gonna be one of the most difficult to learn, but we’ll work on it. You’ll be using it for either escape or assisting a seal team. Same deal as the chakra disruptor, how long it last, how effective it is depends on the enemy, dattebayo.”
“We’re gonna die,” Sanzo huffed, “Tani sucks at delicate stuff like this, sensei! Can’t you show us how to do it without her? We’ll be here all year trying to-”
“You’re one to talk! How long did it take you to walk on a calm puddle without getting dunked?!”
‘Annnnnd they’re off again,’
Naruto sighed.
Teenagers…
xxxxxx
July 20, 2010

“Incomplete but I serve.”
“What’s that mean?” Naruto asked, glancing curiously at Elvira.
Hinata’s alien sat docile and equally curious, staring at him with her deer eyes, her giant head nestled next to his fiancée’s thigh. It still made him nervous, having her in such close proximity to it, but between him, Kurama and Hinata’s upgrade dojutsu, he knew they weren’t completely powerless.
So far, Elvira seemed harmless.
Key word, seemed.
Her energy was still weird, kinda nasty in his opinion.
They had no idea where the hell she came from, what dimension it was in, but Naruto was convinced it had to be some kind of Hell variation, even Kurama was a little weary. He said she made him feel cold, from what Naruto sensed, it wasn’t a traditional sense of cold, it was something he couldn’t really put into words a human would understand.
He didn’t really need to, the apprehensive blonde could experience the same chill in a place he couldn’t name.
“I’m not entirely sure what she means by incomplete,” Ensui replied, “could be talking about the summoning contract since she’s referring to Hinata being incomplete, but she says she willing to serve regardless.”
“Can you ask it for a contract?” Hinata wondered, cautiously petting her chimera’s furred cranium.
He shook his head, “I don’t think a word for it exists in either of the Otsutsuki languages. For now at least, it looks like you’re not going to be needing one.”
He didn’t know how he felt about that.
Too many things were just…off about Elvira.
xxxxxx
July 31, 2010

“Soooo, you nervous?” Ino asked, giving Naruto’s bride a playful poke to the ribs.
Indulging a giggle behind a delicate hand, Hinata blushed, but shook her head, a gentle curve tracing her lips, “no, I’ve been waiting for this day forever it feels like. I’ve loved Naruto-kun most of my life. I’m ready to be his wife.”
“That’s what I’m talking about Hyuuga! This is your moment!” the blonde instigated, leaning forward to refill her wine glass.
Sakura met her halfway across their pillow circle on her living room floor, grabbing the wine from her party hardy best friend, “will you knock it off Ino-pig? The last thing Hinata needs is to walk down the aisle fighting a hangover!”
“Oh hush! Let her live a little! Come this time tomorrow, Naruto’s gonna have her locked down tighter than a bank vault at sea level!” Ino proclaimed, reaching for her snatched alcohol, “these are her last few hours as a free woman!”
Undeterred, Sakura tucked the bottle safely between her and Tenten, “when the hell has Hinata ever been a ‘free woman’? She was born in love with Naruto, not even exaggerating, I dare you to name a time she wasn’t blushing and fainting just thinking about him,” she huffed, “twenty year old crush aside, you know that idi- bonehead locked her down the very second they got together. He’d super hot glue himself to her if he could and everyone knows it. You’re about two decades too late on that ‘free woman’ drink. Those two are already married. Honestly, this wedding is just a formality.”
Karui, Temari, and Tenten nodded, Hinata chortled but offered no denial.
“Party poopers,” Ino pouted.
The doorbell rang.
“Or are you?” the Yamanaka reassessed with a arched brow, “tell me that’s a last minute male stripper dressed in Anbu regalia,”
“Really, Ino? Anbu kink?” Tenten laughed.
“What?! They’re hot! You’re really gonna sit there and pretend that uniform, mask, and ‘I’m so mysterious’ aura doesn’t get your girly bits revved up?”
“Oh please,” the weapon expert snorted, “you and your gaudy macho-man fetish, if you’re so
“Sai is all the macho-man I need!” the blonde declared, pointedly ignoring the exaggerated disbelief about her fiancé grossly inaccurate depiction, “but I can appreciate his peer group!”
“Girl, how much wine did you actually have?” this from Temari, “did somebody spike her drink with a little extra?”
“Blonde’s are supposed to stick together Temari!”
“For all I know you’re a redhead in disguise.”
“You take that back! You want proof, I’ll show! The carpet matches the drapes sweetheart!”
“Alright, alright ladies, settled down, it’s not a stripper and nobody wants to see your carpet Ino!” Sakura huffed, “I’m gonna go get the door, you two blondes kiss and make up while I’m gone.”
She stood, crossed the circle and head for the door.
“Welp, you heard the lady!”
“Get off of me, Ino!”
Shaking her head at their tipsy antics, she turned the knob and opened the door, instantly taken aback by her late night guest.
“Sasuke-kun…”
She hadn’t expected him to show until right before it was time to escort her down the aisle and take his place as Naruto’s best man. She…didn’t really know how she felt right now, their letters, while supportive and friendly, had held a touch of awkwardness, a strange cadence that didn’t feel quite…right. She almost felt a bit embarrassed to think about them with him standing there in the flesh on her front porch.
“Sakura,” he greeted.
They stood in silence a bit, the awkwardness a living breathing thing between them.
“You look well…”
Her gaze snapped to his, surprise rising unbidden, she felt like she had that day she first got his letter, stunned that he had reached out to her instead of the other way around.
Her cheeks flushed, “thanks…you too.”
She cringed inwardly, what in the world was wrong with her?
With both of them…
“I uh, didn’t expect you to show up until tomorrow.”
An underlying tension tightened his shoulders.
“Sasuke-kun? What’s-”
“Naruto picked me to be his best man.”
A pink brow rose along with her confusion, “yeah, he told me a long time ago.”
“There are expectations the best man is expected to meet,” he continued, he turned, staring out into the distance, “I’m not sure if I can fulfill those expectations.”
Understanding bloomed, “the speech?”
“I don’t know what to say to him, to them, to their guests-.”
“Simple,” she reached out, resting a slender finger left of his chest, “speak from here. This is where your speech is, this is what he wants to hear. Forget right and wrong, forget who doesn’t like that you’re his friend, speak to the bride and groom, speak to him. He wants to hear from you. In this moment in time, he’s the only one that matters. His happiness is what’s important. Naruto is well loved, despite what anybody else feels, everyone at the wedding will want him to be happy.”
She reached for his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
“As long as you do that, I promise you, everything will be fine.”
xxxxxx
“Tomorrow’s the day. You ready to be Hinata’s official husband?” Choji teased.
Nearly three in the morning, the male members of their social group were piled into Naruto and Hinata’s apartment for a last night of celebration before the couple’s upcoming nuptials, an idea thought up by Hinata’s mother Hanako. Having been through her own wedding many years ago,
“I was ready two years ago, dattebayo.”
“Nervous?”
“Nope,” he grinned, “not even a little bit.”
“You finish writing your vows?” Shikamaru questioned.
“Yep, I even memorized them.”
He spent the last two weeks writing, reciting, revising and finalizing his personal vows, satisfaction filling his chest upon completing his soulful words, and adding the final line he and Hinata had agreed to end their vows with.
“Surprising.”
“Hey! This is a really important day, ya know! I might not be nervous but I’m still taking this serious. I want everything to be perfect for Hinata, for me. I never thought I’d get married, I never thought I’d have a friend let alone a girlfriend. Tomorrow is one of the most important days of my life and I can’t half ass anything. I don’t wanna half ass it. Becoming Hokage has always been my dream, but what’s happening tomorrow,” he shook his head, reached for composure as his voice wavered, “this is my biggest dream, the first dream I ever had as a kid. Alone in my room, listening to the silence, wanting a family so bad I thought I would lose my mind…now that it’s happening, I’m so fucking happy sometimes I feel like I can’t take it. Marrying Hinata is my dream come true, ‘ttebayo, and I can’t help but cherish that.”
“Well when you put it like that-”
“My heart burns with happiness for you, Naruto-kun!” Lee sniffled, wiping his teary fishbowl eyes, “truly, that was a beautiful recital of love and passion and-”
“Alright, alright, enough with the much Lee, we get it!” Kiba growled, drawing cautious glances.
True to his word, Kiba had made himself scarce, avoiding unnecessary gathering, staying no longer than it took for him to claim he had ‘hung out’ with them, even now he sat slightly separate from their festivities, saying little, participating here and there when he couldn’t avoid it. Naruto wasn’t sure if they should talk again or let him work out his poison on his own.
He frowned.
Maybe he should just leave him alone, some of Kiba’s moodiness was Tamaki related.
Friend though they may be, Naruto was not about to stick his nose in that situation.
“Naruto is getting married tomorrow, now is the most opportune time for mushiness, Kiba,” Shino informed his teammate.
Thank goodness for Shino. A calming force for Kiba, Naruto wasn’t entirely sure if Shino knew about Kiba’s feelings, though he felt like he did, but the Aburame seemed to be the only one able to get through to him. Acting as mediator seemed to be doing Shino a world of good surprisingly, maybe it was taking his mind off his health, or giving him an opportunity to do something other than ruminate on his tragedy, whatever it was, it was keeping him afloat.
“Listen,” he began, straightening his spine and gazing at the men in the room, “I just wanna thank you guys for everything, ya know? For helping Hinata and I with the wedding, for being there tomorrow to support us, for just…being my friends,” he grinned despite the knot in his throat, “you’re the best jerks a guy could ever ask for, dattebayo!”
He laughed as a hail of popcorn and chips, insults and well wishes, met his mini speech. Midway through horseplay, there was a knock at the door.
He stood, knowing who it was.
He opened already grinning like the happy ninny he was.
He raised his fist, saying everything that he had said to his friend and then some to the man at his door, his heart filling to the brim as Sasuke returned the gesture.
“Glad you could make it. I knew I could count on you, dattebayo.”
xxxxxx
Next chapter it’s going down. Finally! I’m going to be working on pushing plot more in this story and my others. I get so caught up in my slice of life goodness and I want to not do that too much :) Full speed ahead now!
Secrets is back for those that are unaware!
I’ve also posted other fics that have been sitting on my hardrive, thanks to Wonzy98/Desiree14. We had a very nice discussion about our fanfics and after reading what I have, she thinks they’re post worthy, so I’m dropping those that have coherent chapters.
Hope you all enjoyed the chapter! It was fast paced but I’m a tiny bit behind, Naruto and Hinata were supposed to get married in chapter 54 lol. Gotta get back on track!
Laters
Sessakag~
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