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If I Were Real	By : Sessakag Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Naruto/Hinata Views: 826 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Prompt: Greek Mythology

If I Were Real

“It didn’t work.”
Three words, spoken in a rough, baritone voice, flowed through her ears.
They were the first sounds she’d ever heard and yet, they made her chest ache. They were filled with disappointment, loneliness, and ended in a humorless chuckle.
A hazy image of a blond haired, blue eyed man materialized before her ivory carved orbs. He was tall, far taller than her stature, though he was hunched over a scroll in his hands, the long, long train of parchment sliding through his hands as he hummed and huffed and read the words aloud.
“…must never be used by order of the Third Hokage, blah, blah, blah….brings to life that which is inanimate…inanimate,” he repeated, testing the word, “that means fake stuff right?”
Releasing a frustrated breath, he glanced off to the side at something she couldn’t see.
“Maybe I got the hand seals wrong…” he picked up a different section, iterating quietly, “saru…mi…tora…”
She strained to hear the rest, but it was lost to his low whispering.
“Arrrghhh! I went through all that crap for nothing!”
She tried to move and couldn’t.
She was stuck.
“Forbidden jutsu my ass, doesn’t even work,” he muttered, tossing the scroll and picking up a green…something she couldn’t make out, brought it to his face and sighed, “guess it was a stupid idea anyway, ‘ttebayo. I’m twenty years old for fucks sake, I’m too old to be getting lonely,” he chuckled, the same hollow sound from earlier, “I should be used to the quiet by now, right? It’s always been this way, anyway.”
Tossing the green blob aside, the man re-rolled the scroll.
“I better go put this back before Granny finds out.”
That said, the man took the scroll and left the room.
Her ears rang as a door slammed in the distance.

xXxXxXxXx
Days passed her by, some exciting and fulfilling, others mind-numbing and boring without her blurry golden inhabitant around.
Naruto.
That’s what his visitors called him.
Or rather, his friends, a term she knew well now.
While it was fun watching him, and them, she really enjoyed the times when he’d speak to her at length. Sure, he’d tell her ‘good morning’ like he did his plants, and Mr. Froggy, pretty much every day he was home, it was those long minutes where he told her his darkest secrets and greatest hopes that she truly loved.
Where he thanked her for listening when no one else would, and whispered that, if she were real, he knew they’d be good friends.
She wasn’t sure if she was real, but she felt like she was.
What truly made one real?
She held sentience but she was the only one that knew that, to the outside world, she was merely an ivory statue.
An inanimate object.
If no one knew she existed as a living person inside her shell, did that mean she wasn’t real?
She pondered that question in the hours, days or weeks when Naruto was gone, leaving her feeling depressed and infinitely sad.
So alone, she could barely stand it.
She often wished he’d turn her to the window so she could see outside when he was out on his ‘missions’.
Maybe then she wouldn’t feel so lonely.

xXxXxXxXx

“Hey Naruto! Can we move your pervy statue over?” a wolf faced man called out as he stared up at her, nearly nose to nose.
Kiba, her blond had called him once.
His group of friends had come over again to celebrate the year ending, Naruto had been excited all month prior to the day, planning every minute detail. Hours before their arrival, he’d done that thing that still blew her mind, the ‘shadow clone jutsu’, and cleaned his little apartment from top to bottom, then arranged it in an open space. He pushed all his furniture, including her (Ivory as he tended to call her when he spoke to her), against the wall, then decorated with ribbons and vibrant balloons. He set a low table in the center of the room and placed pillows down on all sides. Games had been piled neatly on top the table, bowls of finger foods along side them.
His rowdy friends had shown up long after sundown, carting in bottles and foil covered food.
Not all of them were here this time, but she recognized everyone that passed through the door.
Sakura, Tenten, Choji, Shikamaru, Shino, Lee.
Ino and Sasuke were missing without explanation, and Sai was spending the holiday with his boyfriend.
They’d spent hours laughing and joking, playing cards and arguing about cheaters, and now they were about to play another game that involved throwing bean bags, but before they started, the pink haired woman suggested they move valuables that could be broken or damaged from the living room space.
She was amongst those valuable items.
“Stop calling it that!” Naruto growled, “it’s not pervy! It’s art, dattebayo!”
“Her tits are out!”
“They are not! There’s a swirly thing coverin’ ‘em!”
“Barely! It’s like trying to cover two watermelons with dental floss! It’s porn!”
“It is not! Sai made it!”
“So what?”
“He’s gay, dog breath! If he was gonna make porn, he woulda made it a guy!”
“He made it for you, though! You’re not gay, so it’s porn!”
“You would say that, ya pervert!”
“I’m a guy, idiot.”
“Doesn’t mean you gotta be a pervert!”
“Its not perverted to notice a big pair of-”
“Will both of you, shut up!” Tenten shouted, her distorted double-bun image moving to the middle of the room, hands on hips, “this is the most brain dead argument I’ve heard all night! Just hurry up and move the statue so we can start!”
“He started it,” Kiba grumbled, “hey Lee, gimme a hand would ya?”
An energetic green blob bounded over, and she was lifted from the ground.
“Careful with it,” Tenten directed, “perv statute or not, it’d be a crime to get even a ding on it.”
Sakura wandered over to watch, noting, “Sai did a really great job on this piece, I may have to commission him to do one for me.”
“Sasuke’s not gonna pose for a sculpture,” Shikamaru threw out.
“Who said I was commissioning one of Sasuke.”
A round of scuffs and ‘mhmm’s’ rang out.
“Oh shut up, who asked any of you?”
She was amused listening to the back and forth until the men led her to the darkest room in the apartment, a place she had never been before.
If they put her in this room, she wouldn’t be able to see.
She’d be all alone again.
She hated being alone, she couldn’t stand the silence!
No! Naruto-kun!
She couldn’t see anyone anymore, they had her turned to the empty room they were planning on putting her.
“Don’t put Ivory in there!”
The men stopped.
“Ivory?” Shikamaru piped up.
“Yeah, that’s what I call it, Sai said he made it outta ivory, so.”
She’d been around long enough to hear the shrug in his voice.
“Whatever, why can’t we put her in here?” Kiba strained.
“She’ll get lonely in there!”
“Here we go,” Sakura sighed, “first it was the plants, then that stuffed frog, now the statue. You do know you’re twenty years old, right?”
“What’s wrong with wanting things I care about to be happy?”
Naruto-kun…cared about her?
“They’re inanimate objects, Naruto! They don’t have feelings, they’re not gonna care if you put them in the corner or let them rot in a storage container!”
“So what! They’re important to me! You might not care about your stuff, doesn’t mean other people can’t, ‘ttebayo.”
“Alright, alright, enough!” Tenten yelled, well past done with all the frivolous arguments, she stormed over to the room, “if you put it right here, ‘Ivory’ can see straight into the living room. She’s out of the way and she won’t be lonely, I’ll even turn the light on. That good enough for ya?”
“Guess so…”
And so, Hinata found herself watching from the bedroom as the group tossed beanbags.
Tenten was right.
She wasn’t feeling lonely.
In fact, she felt warm and floaty, Naruto-kun’s proclamation that he cared for her, that he didn’t want her to be lonely reverberate in her mind.
Later that night, after the celebration ended, Naruto stumbled to his bedroom and fell asleep the moment his head touched the pillow.
She’d only ever heard his snores from the living room.
They were far louder than she’d realized.
It didn’t bother her though, it filled the hush of the night for her.
She watched him sleep peacefully that night, listening to his roaring inhalations with fond amusement.

xXxXxXxXx

“Morning Ivory!”
She’d smile at him if she could.
He was up and feeling as energetic as always.
His whiskered cheeks were stretched wide by a vibrant grin, his handsome vulpine face shining brighter than the sun outside his window. His messy golden locks were tousled, white shirt wrinkled and orange boxers slightly askew.
No matter how many times she saw him, Naruto-kun always inspired a happy bloom in her heart and in the last few weeks, her blurry vision had sharpened dramatically.
She could see him oh so clearly now.
He frowned a bit, then turned, glancing around his room.
“I swear I keep sensing another chakra signature around here,” he muttered to himself.
He glanced back at her, his blue orbs sharp but confused.
Her chest tightened.
Did he sense she was alive inside her ivory casing?
That she was a real person?
He leaned forward, staring into her eyes, blond brows furrowing.
Notice me, Naruto-kun …
The wrinkle between his brows deepened, oceanic orbs intensifying.
I ’m alive. I’m real!
A knock on the door startled them both, though only one of them managed to jump. He straightened, scratching his head, staring at her a beat before going to answer the door, sending her spiraling into disappointment in the process.
He had felt her, hadn’t he?
Did she have that chakra stuff too?
Was that what he sensed?
The front door opening reached her ears.
“Hey, Sakura-chan.”
“Ew, couldn’t you put on pants before you opened the door? Jeez, Naruto.”
“I just got up, ‘ttebayo. What’d you expect me to be wearing when you show up early in the morning outta nowhere?”
The door closed.
“Shut up and get dressed…I need to talk to you.”
“Eh? What about?”
“Just…go get dressed, I can’t talk to you when you’re not decent.”
Grumbling back to his bedroom, he shut the door behind him and opened a drawer.
“I’m up five minutes and already getting bossed around,” he snarked, though the words lacked any heat.
He donned a black shirt with a red whirlpool in front, and orange pants. Once dressed, he headed back out into the living room, never once sparing her a glance.
“So, what’s up?”
Silence reigned for several minutes.
“Sakura-chan? What’s wrong?”
“Have you…noticed Sasuke acting…strange?”
“Huh? Sasuke? No, not really.”
“Really? Nothing at all?”
“Uh, I don’t know, what do you mean by strange?”
A long sigh danced to her ears.
“Never mind.”
“Ah, wait, Sakura-chan!”
The door slammed.
“What the hell was that about?” he pondered in the ensuing silence.

xXxXxXxXx

Naruto-kun did naughty things to himself at night.
Well…
Mostly at night.
There were times where he’d wake up and stroke the solid thing between his legs.
Times where the urge would hit him midday.
The first time it happened, she had absolutely no idea what he was doing, she thought his grimaces, thrashing and deep rumbling moans were signs he was in pain, but the notion was dispelled when he hissed a drawn out, “oh yeahhh,” at the height of his pleasure. Once she knew it was something pleasureful rather than hurtful, she found it…exciting to watch.
Stimulating in a way she didn’t quite understand.
She learned later this was what Kiba called, ‘jerking off’.
It certainly mimicked a jerking motion, and if she were still unconvinced thats what it meant, she need only recall the time when Naruto had been in the middle of the activity when a loud knocked startled the groaning blond. He’d been up and out of bed fairly soon, and while she wasn’t privy to the beginning of the conversation, Kiba’s shouted, “did you forget we have a mission?! Too busy jerkin off to get ready, eh? Don’t even try and deny it, my nose never lies! Go get ready! And wash your damn hands!”
She knew what an embarrassed Naruto sounded like, and his reply had been writhe with it, so she supposed this ‘jerking off’ was something one was supposed to do in private.
Considering the noises and motions and the milky end result, she could see why it’d be done away from prying eyes and ears. Even she felt as though she were seeing something she shouldn’t be before she knew what it was, she felt double so after being enlightened.
Perhaps she should try harder to look away when Naruto-kun was jerking off, but there was something enthralling about the act, something that ensnared her attention and wouldn’t allow her to look away.
The sound of his voice in the throes of passion were attractive to her ears.
The flex of his arm as he stroked up and down, fast or slow, depending on his mood, was hypnotizing.
The way the hard slabs of muscle carved into his abdominals clenched and unclenched were riveting.
Tonight was no different.
She’d studied his lamp, traced the design on his dresser, doing her best to ignore the activity before, only for her gaze to drift right back to the golden man stroking his secret flesh.
It was long and thick, slightly darker than the rest of his body, a thick vein tracing it underside. Jutting from a nest of blond curls, she found it a bit intimidating and wholly fascinating. She was sure it was sensitive, his body responded emphatically when he touched it, especially as he was now.
He lay stretched on his back, a hand cradled behind his head, the other wrapped around his dick (another term she learned from the vulgar Inuzuka), pumping his private at a pace that lifted his lean hips from the mattress and filled the quiet room with the sound of slapping flesh.
He was craving a quick culmination this moonlit night…
A low groan filled the room.
It did something to her, that sound.
She felt it.
Deep down in her tummy.
A physical sensation.
It startled her.
She knew emotional aches and pains, she knew their intangible sensation well, this…this was different.
There was a heaviness in her chest…
…or rather, further down in those twin globes that were jutting from her chest. She searched her memory, relying on the reliable Kiba for the words for them.
Tits.
She felt tingly there…
…and down below but, she didn’t know what that place between her thighs was called.

xXxXxXxXx

Something strange happened one day.
Naruto-kun would dust her daily, polishing her ivory shell with care, chatting happily as though she were one of his friends, on this day, however, he was quiet.
That piercing look from a few days ago returning full force.
“I must be losing my mind but…I swear you feel kinda…warm, dattebayo.”
Setting his work cloth aside, he reached out, swiping a hand over her smooth cheeks. A spark jolted them both, only one of them jumped.
Holding his hand to his chest, staring at her as though she’d bit him, Naruto backed up a step.
“Ow! Jeez, Ivory,” he chuckled, though it sounded a touch uncomfortable, “if you didn’t wanna get polished today, you coulda just said so, ‘ttebayo.”
Slowly picking up his cloth, he gave her another hard look, muttering something under his breath.
She wasn’t paying attention.
She couldn’t.
There was a pulsing where he’d touched her, and it was spreading.
Up and down her body.
Head to toe and back again.

xXxXxXxXx

That night, she fell over and her ivory shell shattered.

xXxXxXxXx

A thunderous crash startled him awake.
Barking a loud shout, Naruto tumbled from his bed, landing hard on the floor. Pain shot up his elbow and side, drawing a pained grunt from his lips. He sat up, cradling his arm, peering around his dark room for the source of the sound.
“What the hell was…that…”
A girl lay crumpled on his floor, her pale body covered in glittering ivory shards, yards of violet hair strewn across his floor.
Her face was turned to him…
…one he recognized.
A chill swept his spine as milky, pupiless orbs stared back at him.
It wasn’t just any girl…
It was his statue!
It was Ivory!
He was dreaming, he had to be!
That weird shit that was going on with Ivory had gotten to him, and now he was having a nightmare about his statue coming to life!
He froze at she moved, sliding a delicate hand towards him…
Reaching for him…
“It’s alive!!!!” he shouted, jumping to his feet and clearing his room and the girl.
He was out the door in the next second, running full speed down the empty streets of Konoha, his heart pumping wildly, his paranoid mind showing him images of a ghostly figure hot on his heels. As bad as he wanted to check, he didn’t dare look behind him.
If he did and she was there, that was the end of him!
He’d expire on the spot!
He didn’t like supernatural bullshit!
Ghosts, demons, witches, none of it!
Especially ghost!!
And she looked pale enough to pass for one!
He was at Sasuke’s apartment in three minutes flat, a new world record.
He banged on the door, screaming his head off for the dark haired Uchiha.
It seemed forever and a day passed before the door opened. Normally, Naruto would find the thunderous expression on the older male’s face to be worrisome, but considering what was waiting for him back at his apartment, Naruto wasn’t the least bit scared.
He’d seen true horror!
“S-S-S-Sasuke!!!” he screamed grabbing the other man by the shirt, “my statue came alive, dattebayo!!!”
Knocking his hand away, Sasuke punched him straight in the gut and turned to leave.
“No wait!” Naruto wheezed, grabbing the hem of his shirt, “I’m not kidding! Ivory really came to life!”
“Are you drunk?”
“No! I swear!”
Heaving an extremely frustrated breath, Sasuke turned, snatched his shirt and said, “then you were dreaming, idiot. Go back to bed.”
The door slammed closed.
He stood in the aftermath, unsure of himself.
Maybe he had been half asleep and was…seeing things, inanimate objects didn’t just come to life out of nowhere.
Right?
He repeated that to himself all the way back home.
His door was left wide open for any thief or murderer.
Fuck, he’d rather deal with either of those.
Anything but this, supernatural bullshit!
It took him five minutes of deep breathing and two more of browbeating himself to go in. He felt faint as he tip toed into his living room.
He paused a minute right outside his open bedroom door.
There wasn’t a sound.
And that both reassured and terrified him.
He sucked in a breath and looked.
He wasn’t seeing shit.
Ivory was there, collapse on her side the way he’d seen, violet tresses spread across the hardwood, limp as a doll amongst glittering shards of ivory.
He must have made a noise because she moved, turning her head his way.
She was naked, her large breasts swaying as she pressed herself up on both elbows from his floor. Their eyes locked, vivid blue to milky lavender.
Her lips moved…
“N-Naruto-kun…”
He was out the door in an instant, booking it back to Sasuke’s and this time, he wasn’t about to be brushed off!
He wasn’t crazy!
He wasn’t drunk!
It wasn’t a dream, this was real!
Somehow, his statue really had come to life.
He didn’t knock this time, merely burst through the door and thundered in.
Two voices blasted him as he kicked open Sasuke’s bedroom door, and he was too distracted to realize the significance of that.
“Naruto! What the hell?!” Ino hollered, pulling the sheet up her naked body.
“What the hell are you doing here, idiot?!” Sasuke shouted.
“It’s real!” Naruto howled, latching onto his friend’s arm, “it really came to life, dattebayo!!”
Lucky for all parties involved, Sasuke hadn’t stripped down to his birthday suit, and so, in the middle of the night, Sasuke was dragged back to Naruto’s apartment in nothing but his forest green boxers and bare feet.
“Naruto, I swear to God-”
“You can kick my ass for a week straight if I’m wrong, I won’t fight back, I swear!” Naruto yelled back, tugging the older man down an empty alley, “but I’m really telling you the truth! I’m not drunk or crazy, it really came to life, dattebayo!”
Though he yanked his arm from the blond’s grasp with an annoyed click of his teeth, his bestfriend continued following back to his apartment.
Naruto slowed to a halt as they reached his front door.
He stayed a ways back, waiting until Sasuke went in first, much to the other male’s exasperation.
Naruto knew for sure he wasn’t crazy when Sasuke stopped abruptly in the doorway, dark eyes wide. Bracing himself, Naruto peered around him.
Shock hit him again to see her staring back at him from the floor, but the terror was minuscule.
Probably due to having a sane witness at his side verifying what he was seeing. That and the fact that Ivory really wasn’t moving much.
She didn’t seem threatening at all.
She lay on her side, her face turned to them, appearing as curious as he felt.
“That perverted statue Sai made you actually came to life…”
Naruto glanced over at his friend, noting the flush on his cheeks, his dark eyes fused to her-
“S-stop staring at her, pervert!” he yelled, a blush staining his own cheeks as he strained to turn his eyes from her heavy breasts and smooth skin.
Fuck she was beautiful…
His front door banged the wall, and loud footsteps charged into his room.
They turned to see an outraged Ino.
“What in the hell is going on here!” Ino growled, stalking over to brain both men, “you drag Sasuke out of bed to stare at some naked girl?!”
Naruto caught a merciless hook to the chin, Sasuke an elbow to the gut.
Turning furious eyes to the confused, worried looking girl on the ground, she gritted, “sorry to burst your bubble, bimbo, but Sasuke’s got a girlfriend!”
“Ino.”
“What?!”
“That’s the dobe’s statue!”
She paused, brows creased as her mind knitted the information together, “his statue…his-”
She broke off, taking in the scene again, glancing over shards on the floor, the familiar face and dazed lilac eyes eerily staring back at her.
“Holy shit!” she screeched, ducking behind her boyfriend, pointing a finger over his shoulder at the other blond in the room, “you brought that thing to life?! W-What the hell kind of dark magic shit are you into, Naruto?!”
“Naruto-kun.”
The room quieted.
Naruto himself sucked in a surprised breath. He remembered it calling out to him before, but only now did it dawn on him that Ivory knew his name.
“Uh, yeah?”
“I’m cold…”
As strange as this situation was, Naruto’s compassionate nature flared to life. He stumbled across his bedroom, skating shards of ivory, whipped a blanket from his bed and lay it over her body.
“Thank you,” she murmured.
“Uh, yeah, no problem, ‘ttebayo,” a thought crossed his mind, “can you uh, are you able to move?”
She hadn’t really moved anything but her head and arms.
“No,” she replied softly, then murmured, “I’m sorry I scared you…”
Cheeks flushed, the embarrassed male gave his neck a few strokes, “i-it wasn’t you’re fault, I’m just-”
“A pussy,” Sasuke finished.
Naruto glared, mouth opening to blister his friend’s ears when Ivory spoke up once more.
“What’s a pussy?” she asked.
Sasuke snorted a laugh, Ino outright hooted, and Naruto blushed even harder.
“N-Nothing, let’s uh, let’s get you off the floor, it can’t be all that comfortable down there, ttebayo.”
He forced himself not to hesitate as he bent down and scooped his living sculpture off his floor and carted her into the common room. She was light as a feather, even more beautiful so close to his face, her opal eyes gazing trustingly up at him the entire way.
He blushed for an entirely different reason.
He tucked her in a hollow of the couch, arranging the blanket to keep her completely covered.
“How in the world did this happen?” Ino asked as he backed away from the couch, her tone accusing.
“How the heck should I know?” he shot back.
“It’s your statue!”
“I don’t-”
It hit him all at once. That forbidden jutsu he’d used months ago, the one he’d used in a pathetic bid to turn his stuffed frog into a living companion.
“Shit,” he muttered, staring at Ivory, “it worked…”
“What worked? Your dark magic, you goddamn witch!”
“I’m not a witch!” he shouted back.
“I should’ve known,” the nutty Yamanaka returned, hands on hips, eyes narrowed, “the signs were all there!”
His brows clashed together, “what signs?!”
“All that goddamn orange, that ‘dattebayo’ chant,” she listed, pointing and glowering at him, “all that ramen you eat! Nobody can eat like that and live! You’re a witch!”
“Who’s a witch?” Tenten asked, stepping sleepily through his wide front door.
“Nobody,” Naruto answered.
“Naruto,” Ino answered.
“I knew it!” Tenten said, snapping her fingers, “no way he can eat all that ramen and not implode!”
“That’s what I said!”
“Oiii, what’s all the noise?” Kiba demanded, marching his way in right behind her, “me and Akamaru heard screaming all the way across town!”
“It appears that Naruto has finally been ousted as a witch, Kiba,” Shino answered, startling the whole group.
“Finally,” the Inuzuka snorted.
“What the hell is going on in here?” Sakura growled, elbowing her way into the living room, “don’t you idiots realize people are sleeping? Pipe down!”
“Too late for that,” Shikamaru yawned, as he, Lee, Sai and Choji filed in.
“To what do we owe this late night fiasco?” Sai asked.
“Naruto brought the pervy statue you made him to life,” Ino announced.
“What?!” the group at large shouted.
“Mhm, its true, look!” she confirmed, pointing to the woman tucked into the couch.
Panicked confusion ensued, Kiba and Lee the loudest as they pointed at Ivory and at him and exchange the words witch.
Brow twitching, Naruto shouted for quiet.
“You didn’t have to yell…” some smartass muttered in the back.
“For the last time, I’m not a witch!” Naruto thundered, annoyance lining his face, “but I do know how this happened.”
He went on to explain the jutsu he stole and used months ago, how he’d assumed it didn’t work, thankful nobody made fun of the poor orphan that still hated the quiet of his own apartment enough to try and bring a plushie to life.
The explanation seemed to reassure the collective.
It was a jutsu, not dark magic.
He was still a little ticked that his friends harbored secret witch theories about him.
“So what do we do with it?” Tenten asked.
“Rude,” Ino chastised, “don’t call her ‘it’.”
Embarrassed, Tenten glanced over to the silent woman, saying, “uh sorry about that, uh…what are we calling her?”
Naruto opened his mouth.
“We are not calling her Ivory,” Ino cut him off, “she’s not a statue anymore, ya know.”
“Hinata.”
They turned to the creator of the sculpture.
“That was the original name of the piece,” Sai explained.
“Hinata,” Naruto repeated, liking the name, he turned to ‘Ivory’, “do you wanna be called Hinata?”
She was quiet a while, contemplating the name before nodding and gracing him with a smile that turned his cheeks pink.
“Hey Sakura-chan, can you check her out?” Naruto asked, “she said she can’t really move at all.”
“Sure,” she replied, stepping through the crush of friends, she took a seat on the couch beside the girl, then snapped a look at the nosy crowd, “guys in the bedroom, and shut the door! If one of you pervs so much as peek…”
She didn’t need to finish the threat.
The entire sausage crew packed themselves into Naruto’s room, Sai being carted in too despite his orientation.
They spent ten minutes chatting amongst themselves before Sakura called them back.
“She’s perfectly healthly,” the medical kunoichi told them, “her arms and legs seem fine, but she probably doesn’t know how to use them yet. She just needs to be taught is all.”
That made sense, she’d been still her entire existence after all.
“We should report this to Tsunade-sama,” Sakura suggested.
“No way!” Naruto shouted, panic ensuing double time, “Granny will kill me! Besides, if we tell her, they might take her to some underground experiment place, who know’s what’ll happen to her! Come on guys, can’t we keep this a secret?”
“You used a forbidden jutsu and brought a statue to life, we don’t know what kind of ramifications could come of that!”
He didn’t really have an argument for that one.
Still.
“Alright, alright, just…not right away okay? Just until she can walk and move on her own at least!”
Heaving a sigh, hands on hips, she muttered, “you are so much more trouble than you’re worth…alright, but if anything weird happens, straight to Hokage-sama, understand?”
He nodded vigorously.
“Well, which on of us are volunteering to look after her?” Sakura asked, glancing pointedly and only at Ino and Tenten.
“What do you mean?” Naruto asked, “I’ll take care of her, I’m the on that brought her to life.”
“Yeah, but you’re a guy and she’s a woman,” Sakura stressed, “she clearly doesn’t have a full understanding of the world around her, she’s easy prey for your perverted ways.”
“I don’t have any per-”
“One of us girls should look after her.”
“No.”
Those soft but firm words cut through the brewing argument.
“I want to stay with Naruto-kun…”
He blinked, then smiled, “see, she wants to stay with me.”
“She doesn’t know-”
“I won’t do anything to her, I’m not like that, dattebayo!”
He wouldn’t!
Sure, she was the most attractive woman he’d ever laid eyes on, but he’d never force himself on her, or trick her into doing something sexual with him. He honestly, and truly wanted to get to know this statue that’d kept him company in his lonely apartment, to have a conversation with Ivory, rather Hinata, and have her take part in it for once.
Not to mention, he was completely at fault for her new existence.
He refused to just abandon her, to pawn her off on other people he couldn’t be sure would care for her as well as he could.
That wasn’t who he was.
“That idiot’s disgustingly forthcoming and pure,” Kiba insulted-defended the blond, “he’s trustworthy.”
“Naruto wouldn’t take advantage of a girl, no matter how pretty!” Lee boasted.
The others joined in, much to the happiness of Naruto himself.
“Alright, alright already, I get it,” Sakura interrupted before sighing annoyance, “you get one chance, the first time you do anything perverted to her, she’s coming with me and you’re going to the hospital.”
“She’s gonna need a few things,” Ino injected, “clothes, another bed, girly items this dork wouldn’t know what to get.”
The group split up to collect necessities, and while they were gone, Naruto cleaned up the mess in his room. When he finished and came back out, Hinata was fast asleep.

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“Good morning, Ivor-uh, Hinata,”
She was cuddled in a small cot in the corner of his room, right beside his window. Sunlight shinned on her delicate features, illuminating her pretty pearlescent depths.
He was struck again by her beauty.
His heart warmed as she murmured, “good morning, Naruto-kun.”
Suffused in more joy than he should, Naruto grinned brightly, basking in the novelty of not being alone in the four walls he called home.
“Look, Naruto-kun,” she smiled, raising her arms, and turning her wrists.
“Ah! You can you use your arms better than yesterday!” he gasped, “can you move you legs at all?”
She hook her head, “just my arms…” she set them down, releasing a breath, “it makes me tired though…”
“That’s okay, we’ll work on it. In the mean time, let’s have breakfast, dattebayo!”
He tossed his covers back and hopped out of bed. Pulling her own blankets aside, he scooped her up and out of her cot, carrying her to his kitchen. She was dressed in a long, modest, salmon colored nightgown, her long dark hair in a chunky braid down her spine. Sakura had bathed and dressed Hinata last night, volunteering to returned once a day to do so until Hinata was able to do so herself.
Breakfast was an event.
Hinata had never eaten food before, like, ever, a fact that made his head spin to contemplate.
He wasn’t the best cook by a long shot, however, the group had piled his fridge full of easy make meals (not ramen) and left over home cooked meals.
He let Hinata pick whatever she want.
A big mistake.
She was so fascinated by all the selections, by the time she finished picking out what she wanted, his kitchen table was overflowing with food.
She may have just learned to use her arms, but she put them to great use.
Naruto worried she’d choke at some point considering the mounds of food she shoved inside her mouth. He was concerned and vastly amused.
She was like a kid at a candy shop, even more so when she found the cinnamon rolls.
He stopped her at five.
As he cleaned her filthy face and hands with a wet cloth after she’d cleaned almost half the table, she smiled at him and told him, “I like food, Naruto-kun.”
He snorted a laugh, “I can tell, dattebayo.”

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Teaching Hinata to walk was tough.
The concept was truly strange and incredibly difficult for her.
It took nearly a week for her to learn to stand without assistance, and even then she wobbled and swung her arms in big circles in an effort to keep her balance, but he was proud of her none the less, proud and amused.
She made him laugh a lot, sometimes on purpose, other times with her innocence.
She made him feel…a lot of things he’d never felt.
Comfort.
Happiness…
Embarrassment to a degree never before experience in the history of his life. It’d taken him three days to be able to look her in the eye after she asked him why he didn’t ‘jerk off’ anymore when he used to do it all the time.
He forgot she hadn’t been a lifeless statue!
He’d nearly died having that conversation with her, especially since he hadn’t actually stopped, merely kept the activity to private time in the bathroom
She didn’t shame him nor was she upset with him, thank goodness.
The last thing he wanted was for her to look at him with disgust or repulsion. He cared what she thought of him.
What she felt about him…
Because…
He was starting to…fall in love with her.

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Imma come back to this and add a part two or squeeze those scenes in or something, so if this feels incomplete, it IS.
Laters
Sessakag~
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