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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 Seven
Love At Last

June 14, 2008

Her apartment was decorated in light lavender and blue. It was a bit smaller than his, but cozy. He’d only been in it once but that brief glance had been before the furniture was brought in.
She gestured to the blue couch.
“H-have a seat, Naruto-kun…”
He sat down, heart hammering. She flipped the lights on before taking a seat on the couch as well, an arms length of space between them.
The silence was uncomfortable.
He swallowed, mouth dry as cotton. He raked his brain for the right words to say. He knew what he wanted to say more or less, how he went about that without making things worse was the greatest source of his anxiety.
Her quiet voice shattering the quiet made him jump.
“You…cut you hair.” she murmured “…It looks really good on you.”
His smile was strained as he let loose an awkward chuckle. He pulled his headband off and ran his fingers through his short locks.
“Ah, yeah. I got my new mission gear and thought maybe a haircut would suit me. I kinda looked goofy with this outfit and long hair.”
She lowered her eyes, looking off to the side.
“It looks good….”
He pouted a bit, shoulders sinking.
Great, another thing he’d ruined. He had envisioned her lilac eyes widening and brightening with astonishment and appreciation at his new look, but now the surprise felt more like an after thought, idle chatter to break the awkward atmosphere.
A real let down.
They lapsed into silence again. Minutes ticked by.
‘Come on, ‘ttebayo! Get it together! Talk to her!’
He gulped, sneaking a peek at her face. Her hands were in her lap, fiddling against each other. Her eyes were turned away from him, shifting over the wall and TV. She looked as nervous and worried as he felt.
He took a breath, heart pounding against his rib cage.
This was it.
His chance to make up with her and hopefully become more than just friends. Everything was riding on what he said next. He opened his mouth.
Nothing came out.
He clenched his teeth, frustrated.
The ball was in his court. She had already expressed her feelings. Was waiting for his reply. Now was not the time to get cold feet. He had come here with a purpose, not as a boy, ignorant of her feelings and of his own, but as a man that knew what he felt and what he wanted.
‘Man up!’
“Hi-Hinata,” he burst out suddenly.
“Y-yes, Naruto-kun?”
“I…….”
Damn.
Where should he start? Should he apologize first? Confess his love for her?
He didn’t know what he was doing. What he was supposed to say first, second and last.
Cleaning up his mess first seemed logical to him in this situation.
He sighed and opened his mouth again, hoping something coherent came out.
“I’m sorry….about what I said to you today….what I did four days ago…. and for not realizing how you…felt about me….all this time, you’ve been…..”
He trailed off, feeling like an idiot. He wasn’t making much sense.
Not only that. The apology felt inadequate. Like trying to place a band aide over a amputated leg. He was several years late, trying to repair damage.
“I’ve been so blind this whole time…”
“Ah! Don’t feel bad about that,” she rushed to assure him, “You don’t need to apologize for that, Naruto-kun. How were you supposed to know what I felt if I never said anything?….And besides, during that time you had-”
“A lot going on, I know. That’s still no reason for you to have to go through that. Hell, even you know I’m an idiot but I want you to know I wouldn’t have made fun of you if you had told me. I can’t really say…how I would have responded,” his cheeks heated, thinking of how he had responded a handful of days ago, “but even so, I know I would have been happy to know that….someone loved me even when I was nothing,”
“You’re not an idiot, Naruto-kun and you’ve never been nothing,” she refuted, “you’re someone that’s kind and sweet and strong and-”
“You’re all of those thing too, Hinata,” he proclaimed, leaning forward to grasp her hands, “Everything you’ve done for me, being there for me even when I….”
Even when he was being stupid and oblivious.
“The things I said to you…when that guy….I’m sorry. I was jealous….and scared that you were moving on because of the stupid way I acted that night before I left for my mission,” he admitted painfully, “I want you to know, Sakura-chan knocked some sense into me for being so dumb,”
Ah! That’s right! He hadn’t cleared that up either.
“Me and Sakura-chan talked tonight and agreed we can never be more than friends. I realized that the night we…..kissed…I’ve never felt that way with Sakura-chan and seeing you out with that guy, seeing him touch you like that,” he swallowed back his anger at the memory, “made things even more clearer for me.”
“N-Naruto-kun, Toneri-san…it wasn’t what you were thinking. Toneri-san is a ninja puppet crafter. Father invested in his company several years ago. The profits are exceeding expectation and so Toneri-san is thinking of expanding by setting up an additional shop here in Konoha and I was asked to escort him around town and go over financial information with him….I swear, it wasn’t a date,” she rushed out, “I don’t…..”
She blushed, peering up at him through thick lashes.
“I-I don’t have those type of feelings for anyone but you Naruto-kun…I never have…and I never will…”
His face was blazing red, heart twisting in his chest.
The weight of those words slammed into him like a boulder.
Hinata.
Loved him.
Only him.
His brain could barely comprehend the significance of her shy confession. To hear her voice the depth of her love for him left him drowning in a kaleidoscope of emotions. Elation. Painful happiness. Shock. A burning sense of guilt that threatened to knock him over.
Even if he could forgive himself for not seeing how she felt over the years, his most recent behavior was certainly unforgivable.
He couldn’t imagine the hurt he’d feel if Sakura behaved the way he had towards him.
The little crush he had been harboring for Sakura had been painful enough for him to deal with over the years. That was nothing in the face of this.
“I’m sorry I’ve been acting so stupid lately, but I…I’ve never been in love before,” he admitted, “I didn’t even know what it meant to love a girl until now. That’s not an excuse, and I know that, but I just want you to understand why I’ve been doing stupid stuff, and saying even stupider things. I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness and that apologizing doesn’t take away the pain I put you through, but I want to be with you.”
The words, when they came, were torn from the very core of his heart and soul.
“Hinata, I love you.”
Those moon colored eyes widened in shock, her lips forming a small “O”.
“The things you make me feel whenever you’re around…the pain and loneliness when we’re not together. The peace I feel when its just two of us…how I can just…be me when I’m with you,” he pulled her hands to his chest, “When I’m with you, I’m so happy my chest hurts. I didn’t know what that meant but now I do, I love you.”
There.
He had confessed.
Nerves twisted his insides, the blood in his cheeks warming his skin but he charged on. Determined to get it all out.
“If you still love me, if you can find it in you to forgive me for being an idiot, I want us to be together.”
Her lower lip trembled, tears glistening in her lilac eyes. Her face crumbled as she threw herself against his chest, crying softly.
“.……O-o-of course I…..w-w-want to….be with you…..N-N-Naruto-kun,” she sobbed.
Tension left his body, muscles unwinding at her muffled words. Happiness unfurled, threatening to sweep him away. His arms clamped around her, fingers threading through her hair.
He closed his eyes, absorbing the stunning reality of Hinata in his arms, loving him, forgiving him, still wanting to be with him.
He lifted her head.
Gently, he kissed her tears away, each one a blow to his heart. He couldn’t stand to see her cry, to know she was hurting.
“I’m sorry.” he whispered each time his lips touched her skin.
And he was.
Sorry he had ignored her for so long.
Sorry she was hurting because of him.
Sorry he had wasted so much time.
Time he could have spent being loved, time he could have spent loving her.
She cried for a while.
And clung to him as though afraid he would get up and walk out. It tore him up to feel her little hands clenched so tight in his jacket the material cut cross his skin. To witness the fear the depth of her love for him caused her.
It was a fitting punishment for him.
To sit there and suffer, unable to wash away her years of hurt and longing.
One that he would remember until the day he died.
His hands smoothed over her shaking shoulders, down her back, desperately trying to comfort the distressed girl, something he should have done that night she had left his apartment trembling and upset.
Minutes ticked by before the tremors subsided and the tears dried up.
“I’m sorry….” she said after a while, “I didn’t mean to cry like that. I just….I’m scared. So scared this isn’t real. That I’m dreaming.”
Pulling back, he brushed her bangs from her forehead, pressing his lips there. He kissed the top of her nose, resting his forehead against hers.
“This isn’t a dream.” he told her, “I love you.”
To his consternation, her lilac eyes misted over again, her plump lower lip trembling. He smiled at her, ocean blue eyes liquid pools of emotion.
“You’re gonna run out of tears eventually, ‘ttebayo.”
Her lips turned up, a snort of laughter leaving her lips. She looked up at him, her smile bright, tears still shimmering in her eyes. He reached out and wiped away the stray droplets.
“That’s better.” he said, unable to keep the tender smile from his lips.
She gripped his bandaged wrapped hand and pressed it against her cheek. Her eyes closed, tears leaking, smile gentle and radiant.
He felt his heart clench painfully as her soft words reached his ears.
“Naruto-kun, I love you.”
xxxxxx
June 15, 2008
“Hmmmm,”
Naruto leaned into the mirror, pushing back his short locks. Turning his head left, then right, he examined each angle.
“Hmmmmmmmmm,” he hummed, the sound slightly more agitated.
He dropped his hand, letting the spikes spring back up.
Definitely not slicked back. His hair was too short for that to look good on him. Reaching up, he ran his fingers through his hair again, blue eyes intense and focused as he arranged them carefully.
Once finished, he stood back, hands on hips as he assessed the look carefully.
It was as good as it was gonna get he supposed. Turning, he left the bathroom and walked into his bedroom, eyes moving over the piles of clothes strewn across his bed. Most of his clothes were orange, something that had never bothered him before, but now, felt limiting and repetitive.
He hadn’t bought new clothes in a while aside from a few hoodies and sweats to accommodate his growth spurt over the last six or seven months. All of which sported orange in one way or another.
Hardly trend setting.
He sighed.
He wasn’t good at this type of thing. What did a guy wear for his first date with the girl he loved?
He was absolutely clueless!
The sound of his doorbell ringing was a godsend.
He hoped it was someone that could help him out with this. Ino or Sakura-chan, hell, even Shikamaru if he was back in town. Anybody but that mutt Kiba or that robot in human skin Sai.
He pulled on a shirt, and slid a pair of sweats over his boxers and padded out to the front door.
Lee, Ino, Kiba and Sai greeted him.
“Ino! I’m glad to see you! I need your help!” he exclaimed.
Naruto let the group in and moved over to the living room.
“Where’s Akamaru?” Naruto asked.
It was rare to see Kiba without Akamaru at his side.
“Sis said she needed to borrow him for a few hours.” he explained, dropping onto the couch.
“So what do you need help with Naruto?” Ino asked as she unceremoniously took a seat on Sai’s lap.
“You see, I’ve kinda got a date and I-”
“A date?!” they exclaimed.
“A date? With who?” Ino demanded.
“Hinata. I know, you’re probably shocked but-”
“About time.” Ino interrupted.
“That finally came to fruition.” Sai injected.
“I thought you’d never get it. Took you long enough.” Kiba poked.
“Finally, two hearts have connected in a fiery inferno of youth and passion!” Lee chimed in.
Naruto stared. They weren’t shocked? Weren’t surprised?
They knew how she felt this whole time??!
“You guys already knew?” he sputtered, “Why didn’t you tell me she was in love with me?!”
His blonde brow twitched at the looks and responses he received in return.
“Guy sensei told me that you must never interfere in the blooming passion of youthful love! Two hearts must find the path to become one naturally! Only then can their love remain hot blooded and youthful!” came Lee’s reply.
“I wasn’t gonna be the one to put Hinata on the spot like that. I figured, if she wanted you to know, she woulda told you or asked someone to tell you. Most guys would’ve figured it out anyways. A girl blushing and fainting around you all the time? How dumb do you have to be not know what that meant?” Kiba reasoned.
“You never give away a girls secrets like that! Matters of the heart are not to be taken lightly! A girl’s heart is incredibly fragile and delicate and must be handled with care! Of course there was also the fact that even a brain dead monkey could tell she was crazy about you.” Ino shrugged.
“The book I read on love and relationships explicitly warned against interfering in the relationships of others. After the chaos my interference caused with you and Sakura, it was only natural I keep it quiet in this instance. I figured you already knew but didn’t want to complicate things so you pretended not to know she was in love with you.” Sai said.
“I wouldn’t do that to her!” Naruto refuted angrily.
“But then I remembered how stupid you are and realized that even though she practically telegraphed how she felt about you that you wouldn’t get it unless someone slapped you and tattooed it on your forehead. By then I had already read the book so I wasn’t going to interfere again.”
Naruto glared at the bunch.
‘Are you guys really my friends?’ he thought gloomily.
So he was a dumb guy, he got that. But still, a little help, a tiny little hint would have been nice!
He sighed.
No use crying over spilled ramen. He knew now, and had returned her feelings. Now it was up to him to make up for all the lost time. To give back to her what she had been giving him for so long.
“Anyway, me and Hinata are going out today and I don’t know what the hell I’m doing, dattebayo,”
“Say no more!” Ino said with an enthusiastic smile, shooting up from Sai’s lap, “The first date is very important and sets the tone for the relationship.”
She grabbed his arm.
“You’ve come to the right kunoichi. Let’s get you cleaned up and looking sharp. Hmm, you don’t seem like the tuxedo type, maybe a nice button down shirt and slacks…hmm…”
“Ehhh? Hinata’s not the type to care about all that extra stuff. You could show up in a card board box and she’d be thrilled.” Kiba pointed out.
“Oh can it Kiba, what would you know about dates anyway?” Ino huffed, “I’ve yet to see you go out with anyone other than Akamaru. So what if Naruto wants to make a good impression? He’s trying to be serious about his relationship. I think its really sweet.”
“I think Naruto should give it his all!” Lee enthused, smile gleaming as he directed a thumbs up in his direction.
“I’m not saying he shouldn’t be serious about it!” Kiba pouted, “Just saying that Hinata’s not that type of girl is all.”
“Ohhhhhh really now, and what exactly do you know about what type of girl she is?”
Cheeks ablaze, Kiba glared at Ino.
“Just enough to know she doesn’t care about all that stuff.”
“Talk about obvious. Give it up Kiba, just like the whole village knew Hinata was head over heels for Naruto, we all know about your little crush on Hinata.”
“Ehhhh??!!!” came Naruto’s shocked response.
“Except for this idiot, again,” Ino sighed.
He had suspected of course, but to have confirmation was a different ball game. The thought of any guy being in love with her disturbed him, but Kiba had had all kinds of access to her over the years. He wondered if anything had ever happened between them.
Kiba crossed his arms, face red. He turned away from the assessing eyes as he spoke.
“So what? Hinata’s really sweet and really pretty and has a nice scent, what guy wouldn’t want to date her? It was just a little crush so wipe that look off your face Naruto. Nothing ever happened. Hard to try and get close to a girl that always has her eyes on another guy.” he declared gloomily.
Naruto was hard pressed to ignore the stroke to his ego the admission elicited.
“Hmph, whatever. You got her now, but she’s fair game the moment you screw up.” Kiba announced.
Irritation brought back the twitch to his brow.
“Like you stand a chance even if I did screw up.” Naruto dismissed, “You’ll get Hinata over my cold dead body.”
“Psh, aren’t you real cocky all of a sudden,” Kiba mocked. “You didn’t even know how she felt until recently so don’t get all arrogant now. What a girl like her sees in a idiot like you, I’ll never understand.”
“What was that fleabag?!”
“Jeez, what a loud mouth.” Kiba exaggerated, one finger in his ear.
“How’d you like to leave here with no ears?”
“A battle!” Lee exclaimed, popping up from his seat next to Sai, all fired up.
“Alright, alright, settled down guys. We don’t have time for the male dominance routine, Naruto has to get ready for his big date with Hinata,”
Naruto sent Kiba a smug look which was returned with a rude finger gesture as Ino led him down the hall. The others followed at a sedate pace.
Minutes later, Ino wasn’t so certain there was hope for her brainless friend.
“Orange….” Ino mumbled, collapsed on the floor in despair after rummaging through his wardrobe, “Its like I’m drowning in a sea of oranges….everywhere I turn is orange. Why in the world did you buy this much orange?!”
Sai, a plastic smile on his face, patted the shoulder of the distraught girl.
“There, there, gorgeous, I’m sure you’ll think of something.”
Naruto ruffled the back of his hair bashfully, an uncertain smile on his face.
“Ah, well, I usually just buy what I’m familiar with. Orange is my favorite color and it looks good on me so it seemed like a good idea at the time. Shopping really isn’t my thing.”
“No…no kidding,” Ino sighed.
“Don’t worry Naruto, for I too have a closet full of nothing but green spandex of youth! Who needs variety when you’re bursting with passion!”
“Uhh, thanks Lee.” Naruto chuckled.
“I guess I should have expected this,” Ino said standing, “Sai’s closet used to look like he was attending a funeral every day.”
Naruto looked over at the guy in question, only just now noticing he was wearing a dark green polo and light gray slacks. He didn’t exactly look like a rainbow, but that was more color than Naruto had ever seen him in.
“When did you start wearing stuff like that?” Naruto questioned.
“So oblivious,” Ino commented from his closet, “I upgraded his wardrobe months ago.”
Sai nodded.
“The book states that girlfriends often take the initiative to rearrange the living conditions of the boyfriend as a way of bonding. Clothing is incredibly personal so that’s one of the first things to change.”
“In other words, pushy girls like Ino start to stick their nose where it don’t belong and switch your stuff around. First its your clothes, then your hair and before you know it your porn mags under the bed are headed for the trash.” Kiba put in.
Naruto hoped Kiba was just bumping his gums without really know what he was talking about. While he hadn’t really touched them since he’d begun bringing Hinata to his minds eye when he felt the need to relieve the ache in his balls, he still didn’t want them thrown out. Those mags had fond memories and there was no telling if he would ever find himself in a place where he needed them again. Hinata wasn’t a pushy girl though, maybe he was worrying needlessly.
He just couldn’t imagine his sweet Hina confronting him over the dirty picture books under his bed….and on the top shelf of his closet….and underneath his socks in the middle drawer of his dresser….
He ruffled his hair uncomfortably.
So he was a perverted guy?
Big deal.
What could anyone expect after he’d spent so much time with Kakashi and Jiraiya?
She could understand that, right?
Lee looked decidedly sick at the mention of “magazines” and “trash”. He turned to Kiba, lips curled into a sad frown.
“They’re not all like that are they?”
“Probably not but I’d stay clear of the aggressive ones just to be on the safe side.”
“For a guy that’s never had a girlfriend, you sure run off at the mouth like an expert.” Ino clapped back.
“He doesn’t have experience but is surprisingly accurate.” Sai commented, “My magazines met the same fate two months ago.”
“Sai had magazines? Think I’m gonna be sick.” Kiba mumbled, nose scrunched in distaste.
“The thought of you doing normal guy stuff like that is really disturbing, dattebayo. We’re not even sure you’re human yet.”
“Poor Sai!” Lee sniffled, wiping his eyes with a forearm, “I can’t imagine the frustration.”
“Actually, you don’t really miss them once you and your girlfriend start fu-”
Ino covered Sai’s mouth, her blue eyes promising a death more horrible than the imagination could conjure. It was the first time Naruto had ever seen true terror on Sai’s face, but there was no mistaking the naked fear on his pale visage.
“Remember our little chat about offering more information than necessary?” she all but hissed.
Sweat beaded Sai’s pale forehead as he nodded slowly behind the hand pressed against his mouth.
“You wouldn’t want to have to have that conversation again, would you Sai sweetheart?”
A slow shake of his head was her response.
“Good.” Ino said with a cheery smile, turning back to the closet.
“.…Girls……girls are scary, dattebayo….” Naruto muttered into the silent room.
“.….yeah…” Kiba agreed.
Sai gulped, too afraid to voice his opinion. He did not want to have that conversation ever again. He’d barely survived the last time.
“.….Tenten is just as scary….” Lee whispered.
Forty-five minutes later, Naruto stood ready for his date. After putting up several shirts against his chest, humming and nodding or shaking her head, Ino had settled on a light gray undershirt and one of his dark gray hoodies with orange stripes. The zipper in the front had apparently been the selling point, Ino had nodded sagely, stating “Its going to get chilly later, offering your coat to a girl on a date is sure to earn you all kinds of bonus points! Girls love to be surrounded by the warmth of their guy.” then she’d sighed dreamily and looked over at Sai.
Next she had given him the corresponding ankle length sweats, saying “Its not the most polished ensemble but its the only thing that looks pretty new and it does lend you a look of maturity.”
Surprisingly, when she got to his hair, she did the opposite of what he’d tried to do.
Instead of trying to tame his golden locks, she’d mussed his hair even more commenting, “you’re not the slick back handsome type at all. More of a wild, rugged good looks type guy.”
Whatever that meant.
He was just glad it was over.
Trying on clothes to get a “feel” for them had never crossed his mind before today. Ino had introduced him to the concept and enforced it harshly. Outfit after outfit, and through it all he had yet to get a “feel” for anything other than irritation and overwhelming boredom. He never wanted to go shopping with Ino…..ever.
Clothes were meant to be worn and that was it. What the hell was there to “feel”?
He still didn’t get it.
“Naruto-sempai!”
He stopped, blue eyes moving over the crowd. A group of girls were headed his way, one or two of them looked familiar but he could not, for the life of him place their names. He turned, silently watching the group of six approach.
He hoped they wouldn’t hold him too long.
He really didn’t want to be late.
“Naruto-sempai, good morning!” one of the girls chimed the moment they reached him.
“Good morning.” he replied, “Listen, I’m in a bit of a hurry, what-”
He may as well have been talking to a brick wall. The girls spoke rapidly, talking over each other and him, some shoving and elbowing those closest. They fired off a series of weird questions, though they asked so fast, one after another, that he had no chance to answer any of them had he been inclined to answer.
Was he busy later tonight?
What was his favorite food?
Did he like girls with long or short hair?
When was his birthday?
Did he wear boxers, briefs or nothing at all?
The one sided conversation quickly dissolved, and Naruto left the girls arguing among themselves, befuddled and a little annoyed they’d stopped him to ask questions that made no sense. He side-stepped a few more groupies and fans before he made it to their agreed upon meeting place. He looked around at the unfamiliar shops and attractions. He knew every inch of Konoha, but he could honestly say he wasn’t too familiar with this district, probably even more so after all the construction that had taken place since Pain.
It certainly looked bigger than he remembered, and a lot more modern.
Shinobi rarely had time for fun and games. Even during down time between missions, the vast majority of ninja devoted that time to training, developing new techniques and upgrading or repairing nin tools.
Considering this was a shinobi village, most of the shops catered to that clientele, selling weapons and scrolls, food pills and paper bombs.
This area in contrast seemed more civilian entertainment oriented.
He was fascinated by the variety of restaurants he’d never heard of, food he had never smelled before, parks he had never seen before, live entertainment shows he had definitely never been to. The streets seemed lively, brimming with excitement.
Caught up in the atmosphere of discovery, he was peering though the window at a rambunctious group of puppies when Hinata called his name.
Her soft voice glided over his ears and just that quick, his heart began to pound.
The events of last night came rushing back.
Heat bloomed in his cheeks.
He had said some really embarrassing things last night. He didn’t know how he was supposed to behave with her now in the light of day. This was uncharted territory for him. Should he act natural? Like they normally did or was he supposed to behave differently now that they were together?
Damn.
He should have asked Ino when he had the chance.
“N-Naruto-kun?” she called again.
He gulped.
Too late now and he could hardly ask Hinata. The date hadn’t even started yet and he wasn’t keen on embarrassing himself already. If he was going to make a fool of himself he wanted to at least wait until the date was half way through.
Slowly, he turned to face her.
His girlfriend as of last night.
His very first girlfriend.
Meeting up for their very first date.
Heat spread from his cheeks to his neck. Even to an idiot like him, he could tell she had taken extra care in her appearance today. She looked even more beautiful than normal if such a thing were possible.
The soft, forest green dress, snug enough to hint at the hidden valleys and peaks of her body, yet loose enough to leave the imagination working over time, ended mid thigh, thin straps hanging below her pale shoulders, leaving him to wonder how the hell the dress maintained its position instead of sliding off her body. Her hair was gathered atop her head, several strands spilling over her neck and collar bones, drawing the eye to the heart shaped bust that covered just enough to tease at cleavage. Her mid-calf, heel-less boots were shinny and molded to her lower legs.
Her ensemble was quietly seductive, modest where it counted while whispering of treasure yet discovered. The low hum of a siren’s call he felt unable to ignore.
Her fidgeting hands brought him from his daze.
His eyes snapped to her face, taking in her pink cheeks and lowered eyes. As her lips moved, his blue orbs moved down to watch them , his attention rapt on the plush cherry colored flesh. She had never colored her lips that he could remember and the effect was devastating. He could barely hear the words they formed.
“H-Hanabi helped me dress…is it….is it too much, Naruto-kun?”
He shook his head, swallowing against the dryness in his mouth.
“You look incredible, Hinata.” he said.
Her face was as red as a tomato. Those lilac eye, framed by lashes that seemed thicker and darker today, stole a glance at his face before shifting away again.
“I’m glad you think so…Naruto-kun. I…wanted to look nice for you…”
His head was spinning.
Look nice for him?
A girl had dressed up to look nice for him?
It was a foreign, surreal situation for him.
“I…wanted to look nice for you too…Hinata.” he admitted.
She raised her face to his, eyes shifting over his hair, face and clothes. He felt nervous and fidgety, hoping he would meet whatever standards she may have.
“You look really handsome, Naruto-kun.” she complimented, her smile blinding.
He was sure he’d have a nose bleed with all the blood rushing to his face this morning. Reaching up, he rubbed the back of his head bashfully.
“T-Thanks Hinata. I know you only got to see my new hair cut last night so I was kinda worried you’d find it weird.”
“Not at all, Naruto-kun. I-I think it really suits you.”
He couldn’t help the goofy, slightly embarrassed laugh that left his mouth. Insults he was used to, compliments were more awkward to handle.
Her small hand wrapping around his own ended the uncomfortable laughter.
Blue eyes wider than the sky, he looked first at their interlocked hands, then at her expressive face. While her cheeks were a dull pink, her eyes were clear, determined even.
“Hinata?”
“Naruto-kun, I…I don’t want this to be awkward between us. Today, all I want is to enjoy being by your side…without having to hide how I feel anymore and I want you to do whatever feels natural to you. You don’t have to try to be anything other than you. Before you knew how I felt, I was your best friend, someone you were comfortable being around, I want to keep that closeness. I don’t want you to feel like you’re dealing with a different person now.”
Her words honed in at the heart of his nervousness, obliterating his doubts and erasing the worry from his mind.
His lips softened, warmth spreading in his chest.
That’s right.
Tension loosened along his shoulders, that awkwardness leaving his body.
Even if she was his girlfriend now. Even if she was the girl he loved, the girl that loved him in return, she was still Hinata.
His best friend, the one he felt closest to.
The one he didn’t have to hide from.
The one who knew his darkest thoughts, his most irrational fears, his most tightly held aspirations and still looked at him as though he were worth his weight in gold.
His eyes gentled, fingers tightening around hers.
“You’re still my best friend, Hinata.”
No matter what happened, no matter where this new relationship took them, Hinata was Hinata.
He grinned, feeling happy and excited all at once.
“Let’s go on our date, Hinata!”
Hand in hand, the duo wandered the entertainment district of Konoha, stopping wherever the wind blew. By mid afternoon, his mouth was tingling from the different flavors and seasonings of their meal. The many games and prizes to be won called to him as they left the restaurant. Winning a giant, light purple stuffed bunny for Hinata had seen him, much to her amusement, strutting with pride until they stopped to buy tickets for the live show set to start in the next minute.
Upon leaving at the end of the slightly lackluster event, they made use of a photo booth.
Silly faces and goofy poses filled the first strip, while hugs and kisses filled the last.
The lowering of the sun found the two strolling leisurely to her apartment complex. Her hand was warmly engulfed in his, his hoodie swallowing her smaller frame. Ino had at least gotten that right. The look of pleasure on her face when he’d wrapped her in it had damn near given him a nose bleed.
He had never thought that a girl wearing something that belong to him could look so erotic, could fill him with a sense of possession, the need to protect and shelter. It was a heady sensation. Made him feel even less like a kid.
They were at her door faster than he would have liked.
He was loathe to part ways with her.
Today had felt like nothing he had ever conceived of. He was beyond content, beyond happy, beyond words to describe how he felt. The old, familiar emotions that swamped him whenever he was in her presence were magnified and bolstered by the new, exciting feelings that came from the start of his first relationship and the emotional intensity of first love.
He was high on cloud nine and had no desire to ever come down.
“Thank you for walking me home, Naruto-kun. I had an amazing time today.” she said, taking her bunny from him.
“So did I.” he murmured.
“Oh yeah, your hoodie.” she murmured, moving awkwardly to slide out of it.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll get it from you later.”
She stilled, face flushed with pleasure as she clutched both his hoodie and the bunny closer.
Unable to help himself, he reached out to her curved cheek, tracing the smooth skin down to her chin. Her lids lowered half mast as his head descended. Her lips molded to his, pillow soft and moist. He pulled her into the shelter of his body, bunny soundlessly slipping to the floor. For long moments, he fitted his mouth to hers, gentle, brief, content to sip lightly at her lips, tasting and exploring their shape and feel. Little by little, learning what angle felt just right, what position fused their lips together best.
Their mouths melded again and again, the gentle suck and release of lips sweet and slow.
His fingers slid along her jaw, wrapping around the base of her neck. His thumbs stroked her cheeks as their tongues met hesitantly.
It was different this time.
That night he’d kissed her, he hadn’t been cognizant of the fact that his tongue had been in her mouth. The need to touch and taste had drowned out his ability to think and reason. This time, he was keenly aware of the sensation of her tongue sliding over his, of his appendage sweeping the confines of her mouth, tasting the sweet essence that was Hinata.
A slow burn flared to life in the pit of his stomach.
The familiar sensation of desire tightening his body.
His lids lifted a fraction, watching raptly as his mouth devoured hers. Her lashes were dark crescents against flushed cheeks, the cherry coloring of her lips long faded. Her fingers stroked his chest, the touch felt warm, even through his shirt.
His thumbs smoothed down, caressing the fragile line of her throat.
Everywhere he touched was soft and delicate.
Smooth where he was rough, yielding where he was firm, curved and rounded where he was hard planes and sharp angles.
The differences in their bodies was brought into stark relief as the pads of his fingers glided over her small collar bones, into his hoodie and over her bare shoulders. The caress elicited a sound that left him feeling achy and out of breath.
A gentle, breathy exhale of approval, a moan, nearly muted by the mash of lips.
He deepened the kiss, tonguing her mouth with more fervor as lust pooled low in his gut. His fingers moved back to her jaw, lifting her chin as he spread her lips with his own. She clutched his shirt, pressing her lips harder against his.
Her lips were swollen and shiny when he pulled back, her eyes closed as he rested his forehead against hers.
“Are you busy tomorrow?” he whispered against her lips.
“Yes,” she mumbled against his, “A couple of early afternoon clan meetings with business partners, they usually run really late.”
“That puppet jerk gonna be there too, huh?” he pouted without heat.
She smiled, laying a gentle finger to his pouty lips.
“Probably, I’m not sure of the guest list. M-Maybe we can get dinner together after?”
He grinned.
“Sure thing. Want me to come get you or we can meet up somewhere?”
“We can meet at Ichiraku’s, we haven’t been there in a while, Naruto-kun.”
“That’d be awesome. Haven’t see the old man in a few weeks. Bet he’ll be glad to see me.”
He straightened reluctantly, watching sulkily as she bent down to pick up her bunny. He wasn’t ready to leave, not by a long shot. Everything was still so new and amazing, dreamlike. He didn’t want it to end. She held the stuffed animal to her chest and smiled at him.
“Tomorrow then.”
He couldn’t help but return her smile.
“Tomorrow.” he confirmed.
He watched silently as she fished her key out and unlocked the door. With a small wave and another curl of her lips, she disappeared inside, the door closing softly behind her.
He sighed into the empty corridor.
Shoulders wilted, he headed for the exit.
Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough.
Glum as he was about leaving, he couldn’t stop the grin that threatened to split his face in half.
xxxxxx
So I just got internet back yesterday, but its kind of been spotty so I’m guessing they haven’t fixed it completely, whatever the issue is but I can deal with that considering I got out of the hurricane with nothing more than a broken screen for the patio. Hope you all made it out of the hurricane intact and with as little inconvenience as possible.
I tend to favor writing long fics so it might be a minute before we get to the drama and all the fucked up shit to follow, so I hope you guys enjoy the ride to the peak of the roller coaster before we go down hill full speed. If you’re not familiar with the way I write, which I’m sure will be the case, I tend to favor dark fic, and am not shy about killing off some characters, so I’ll give you warning about that too, though I did put it in the summary but I wanna make sure you understand what you’re signing on for XD.
nightwind83- Thank you for reviewing! I’m glad you are enjoying the story. I’m going to borrow a couple of characters and concepts from the movies here and there. I know it was kinda random considering how closely I’m following the events of the series but this is pretty much where there ends lol, everything from this point on is gonna deviate from the cannon. Hope you enjoy this chapter as well!
I think that’s all I wanna say. I’m a bit of a scatter brain so I’m sure I’m forgetting something. Oh well.
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