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For you

Summary: Naruto and Hinata are highschool sweethearts. Naruto has planned their holiday, and it must be perfect. Because he has a very importan question to ask.

One-shot: For you

The clock ticks, ticks, ticks, and Naruto can’t stare hard enough at it.The class is taking forever, and he knows he will have to ask Shikamaru for his notes next week. The last thirty minutes have only been white noise to him.

At any other time, he would have left already. Hell, he would have left the moment his brain had decided to stop working properly, staying seated while being talked about shit he just couldn’t process was annoying as fuck.

But he knows that it’s either him waiting here with his leg bobbing up and down in anticipation while sending daggers to the clock above the whiteboard, or him prancing around the hallways, checking at his cellphone every second just to make sure that the time is actually passing and keeping himself from leaving this place to go see Hinata.

Hell, he knows the moment the class is over he’ll sprint to her.

The bell rings, and Naruto grabs his stuff immediately, darting for the door before anyone else has even closed their notebooks. He says bye to Shikamaru without making sure if the man heard him at all and leaves with his bag still clasped tightly in his hand.

He runs.

Along the way, he puts his backpack on properly while dodging the other students that have begun to pour out into the hallways. Their campuses are far away, so Naruto sprints over. His hair is in his face, and he feels the sweat starting to pool at his back and armpits.

At any other time, he would have worried about this. With anyone else doubly so. But this is Hinata we're talking about. His girlfriend.

His girlfriend who made the first move back when they were in high school. Thank god.

He's sweaty, he knows, probably looking like a hot mess. He inhales deeply, trying to look a little less winded than he feels and looks around.

Hinata always takes her time; she only begins to put her things in order when the bell rings, her laptop and notebooks and binders, all neatly ordered inside her bag. Naruto checks his cellphone again, no new messages. She has to be still inside the building.

Some of the students leaving the place look at him like some sort of attraction, and Naruto ignores them. He knows what sort of rumors go around concerning him. An orphan who knew how to speak only using his fists, now the boyfriend of the heir to the Hyuga conglomerate. He has learned to tune it all out. It’s not worth it.

He's trying to keep his hair away from his eyes when he catches Hinata’s form among the students. She's wearing the skirt Naruto himself chose last night through their video call. He waits at the end of the stairs for her, staring and hoping she will feel his gaze and look back. Her eyes find him midway through the stairs.

She turns and says goodbye to the friend beside her, walks the rest of the stairs with a hastened pace, looking at her feet in order not to fall. It takes everything in Naruto not to grab her just before she reaches the ground and twirls her around.

Patience. Patience.

Hinata reaches the ground and smiles at him immediately after. That is enough to make him melt. She rummages through her bag and brings out a purple handkerchief she uses to dab Naruto’s face, his forehead and neck, where the sweat pooled.

“Sorry about that.”

She giggles, and Naruto is immediately entranced, “Did you run?”

“Yes.” Her touch is comforting and something he knows by heart, and yet he can’t help but lean into it, making her cup his cheek for a second.

“Do you want some water?”

“Nah, I’m fine,” he pats the bag that slings over his shoulder, “got some water, too.”

“I’m sorry you had to carry all that by-”

“I offered.”

Hinata looks at him and he stares. They gauge each other and then Naruto offers his hand in truce, “Let’s get going, I don’t want us to lose the train.”

Hinata gives him an amused look. He has been going on about this trip since forever, making plans and asking for him to be in charge of everything. She knows very little, and although she loves seeing him so excited, she can’t help but tease him regardless, “We have almost a full hour to walk a 20-minute walk.”

And Naruto makes it as if he doesn’t hear, shakes his head even. He tugs at her hand for her to start walking and Hinata starts to feel herself grow excited. She doesn’t want to think too much about it, but Ino and Sakura have been going on and about how this trip fits perfectly just before her birthday -which is just after Christmas- and how this whole ordeal must mean he’s planning something else.

Naruto isn’t one to shy away from a big celebration, so the possibility is there. But she doesn’t want to go into it, she doesn’t want to put pressure into this whole thing, and Naruto looks so excited she knows it doesn’t even matter if he didn’t prepare anything but the trip. They will have a blast. She can’t help but skip a few steps and smile at him when he looks back in question.

He crouches in a second before she can even register it, and then his lips are pressing on her and his breath is on her face, and then he’s walking again. Her feet follow after him out of habit and she brings her hand to her mouth. Naruto doesn’t look back, but Hinata can see his ears are red. He probably couldn’t contain himself.

She understands. She wants to kiss him, too.

Hinata feels the stares as they leave their campus. Knows the rumors going around. But Naruto just kissed her so she feels invincible and she presses herself to his side.

Her boyfriend glances back at her -her hand on her mouth- and he has to bring his hand to cover his face, which is growing redder by the second.

•···•···•

Hinata waits on the seats, with Naruto’s big ass duffel bag at her feet. He left her with a hot drink in one hand and a muffin in the other, and Hinata has not been able to keep her smile away from her face for a while now.

Naruto has everything planned. The tickets are printed, he knows by heart the schedules of the trains they have to take and the stations they will go through -although he mutters them low enough for her not to hear-, and yet; and yet he goes to check with an assistant again, and yet he goes check the time he already knows on the board around the train station, and yet he checks on his phone to check he has already checked everything that needs to be checked.

It’s endearing.

It’s adorable.

Hinata wants to eat him up for being so cute.

He walks toward her with a frown on his face as he checks his phone. There are a few faces she recognizes around the station. It doesn’t surprise nor bother her, the station is close to their university, and today is Friday. People go back to their homes or, like them, go take a trip somewhere fun.

What bothers her are the obvious glances some people give her boyfriend. They are somewhat famous in their own campuses, and more people that she likes to think about know about them throughout their university, but that also means that everyone also knows Naruto is kind of head over heels with her.

Obsessed, likes to tease Ino. But even Hinata knows that using that word is not fair.

He has told her many times that she is the closest he has ever felt to family.

Naruto thinks that Iruka -the orphanage director- doesn’t count because he has to take care of his children. Even though Iruka has kept contact with him to this day. And his relationship with his schoolmates he believes to be some kind of mix between pity and camaraderie that relies on some sort of give and take.

He has trouble believing he is good and enough just as he is, but Hinata believes he’s been making progress. He is very close friends with Sakura and Sasuke. Although Sasuke hated his guts -as he himself put it- and Sakura became friends with him out of duty rather than choice, being class president back when he transferred to their school and all.

But time had been good to them, and although Sasuke was still aloof sometimes, they learned to make their friendship work. And then highschool started and Naruto shone with the light of a thousand suns, as he fought everything and everyone that laid eyes on him. With Sasuke in tow, who also wanted to see the world burn, and Sakura behind them, oftentimes cleaning up their mess.

Sasuke got some sort of free pass as his grades were astounding and people attributed his attitude to the horrific accident he witnessed when he was younger. But then Naruto got the brunt of it, being almost always held responsible alone for everything they did.

Which was substantial.

Iruka tried to fix things but Naruto was so angry at the world that nothing could stop him. Until due to his grades their teacher asked Hinata whether she could help Naruto with his studies. A pleading look and a tired sigh and Hinata was paired with him immediately after.

Hinata was already in love with him at the time and he was blunt and a little too eager to choose his fists over anything else, but deep down he was kinder than most and it only took him a few days to warm up to the shy and quiet girl who repeated things time and time again without a hint of annoyance.

He shared with her once that it drove him mad seeing people give up on him just because he couldn’t understand things at once. Hinata had been patient before, but after that she was also encouraging whenever he tackled something new and Naruto came to enjoy being with her.

And just by being near a calming presence, and just by having someone who looked at him as if everything he said held importance, he felt his own fire subside. His grades rose and his innate ability to get along with people exploded.

When he single-handedly brought together every class in their highschool to organize a long lost school festival the people’s attention was on him immediately. His popularity sky-rocketed, and he grew anxious.

He confided in his friends -Hinata now among them-. And seeing all the attention he was getting from the girls at school made Hinata so restless about their relationship, she called for him to wait until everyone left school and confessed to him with a hand-written letter in front of their classroom.

His face had been even redder than hers.

Naruto reaches her seat and kneels in front of her, “What are you thinking about?”

“About our time in highschool.”

Naruto makes a disgruntled noise and looks away, trying to hide his shame, “Please don’t.”

“And how popular you were back then.”

Naruto whines. His arms to either side of Hinata’s chair, and he hides his face on his bicep. “Baby-”

“Remember how many love letters you received after your closing speech at the festival?”

Naruto nuzzles into Hinata’s lap, whimpering as he moves his head, “Why are you remembering that?”

There are still a couple of women who look at Naruto with interest, but now he has his arms around her torso and he’s asking for a peck on the lips with puppy eyes.

“Just ‘cause,” Hinata answers, and then she brings her mouth to his.

•···•···•

Naruto puts his duffel bag on the overhead rack and sits heavy in his place. Hinata is accomodating herself and her own bag right beside him as the train starts to fill up by the second.

He’s sure Hinata already has an idea of where they’re going, but she doesn’t say anything and he’s grateful for that. He wants this to be a surprise, he wants this to be perfect.

His phone buzzes and he smiles the second he checks its content. "Baby, look."

Naruto pushes his cellphone to her and Hinata comes face to face with an excel spreadsheet full of grades. She searches for Naruto's name and then checks the latest addition. She does a little dance as a result.

"Congratulations, baby!"

Naruto looks at her with shining eyes and her smile makes him smile too. "Are you proud?"

Her arms circle his neck before he can finish his sentence. He has to crouch and bring his body down to accomodate to her height. "I'm always proud of you, silly."

And Naruto can't help the warmth that fills him. Because out of anyone ever, he knows Hinata’s words are true.

Even back when he was just a nuisance to those around him, even when his face was filled with cuts and bruises she would tend to. Even then, she had been proud. He was a failure by any and all measures, and yet she told him that trying hard enough and never giving up were strengths on their own.

"I know," he whispers, and he revels in the way his arms fit around her body, in the way Hinata keeps on giggling as she kisses his neck before reaching his face. And then his chin, and then his cheek, and then his-

A man clears his throat loud enough for Naruto to startle and it takes him one look to know the man doesn't approve of such displays of affection.

Hinata grows red on the face and Naruto accommodates himself, growing conscious of every part of his body. Until he realizes that the man is turned all the way to look at them and then Naruto looks back at him, confused at his need to be such a prick.

Naruto motions with his hand for the man to look straight ahead and both frown at each other. The stare contest lasts just a few seconds, as Hinata is quick to grab his attention again.

“Come on, don’t let him get under your skin.”

“Asshole,” he whispers and Hinata snorts before squeezing his hand again.

“Come on, let it be, we just have to wait a little before we can be alone.

“Oh? How so?”

Hinata looks at him with an expression that Naruto mimics immediately. But she doesn’t want to say the place she thinks they are going to, so she tilts her head to the side, then to the other. Naruto follows her movements and also adds the flutter of his eyelashes in an annoying manner.

“You’re insufferable, tell me about your classes.”

“Horrible, all of them, all I could think about was going to get you. I’m gonna have to ask Shikamaru for his notes.”

The train moves, Naruto forgets about the rude man in front of them and Hinata gets to stare at his face as he whines about teachers going on and on about a topic that can be explained in half an hour.

•···•···•

Naruto shakes Hinata up five minutes before they are scheduled to arrive at their destination.

He is hoping for her to be surprised. She had looked at him with her eyes furrowed the moment they had passed the station she believed was their actual destination almost an hour ago, so he might still have a chance.

Naruto had to fight the urge to come clean under her gaze, to tease back, to give in and tell her everything. But he stared right ahead, kept his eyes fixed to the man diagonal to him. He was reading the newspaper and Naruto zeroed in on letters he didn’t care about.

Hinata had accommodated herself against his shoulder and slept the way they had left.

Naruto tried to follow suit, but his brain was filled with thoughts that swirled around. He could barely close his eyes before a thought made him nervous and he had to check information on his cellphone.

He gave up midway through, and spent the rest of the journey asking Shikamaru for his notes and revising for an upcoming test after the holidays. He had given a date wrong on the last oral exam that still haunted him. He had memorized it immediately after, out of spite, but his frustration was stronger.

Hinata wakes up with the cutest of blinks and looks from him to the window. She can’t see much, night is falling and the scenery outside is the same as it has been for the last half an hour.

“Are we there yet?”

“In a couple of minutes.”

Hinata nuzzles into his shoulder and breathes out heavily. She won’t fall asleep again, she hates waking up and being hurried into things.

The moment they stand in the train station and Hinata realizes where they are she looks at Naruto with her mouth open and a mix of questions and worry in her eyes Naruto shuts with open arms and a loud voice.

“Surprise!”

People around them turn their heads at his antics, but aside from shaking their heads or smiling at the couple they keep on their own way.

Hinata can’t form words, and Naruto takes advantage of it and grabs her hand before her mind can go down the wrong path.

“Come on, just enjoy this.” He nuzzles into her neck and her good humor comes back with a chuckle.

“Naruto,” she says, with a tone in her voice Naruto knows very well. Is everything all right? Are you sure of this?

And of course, of course it is. He kisses her lips and cups her cheek. “We are gonna have a great time.” A promise.

Hinata melts into his touch and nibbles the palm of his hand, “Let’s check us in, then.”

The entrance to the resort is opulent and the room they arrive at is several square meters bigger than it even needs to be.

“Naruto,” Hinata starts again, this time both scared and in awe of the place.

Naruto is beaming with joy as he realizes the place is even better than what he had hoped for. Now this is a place for an anniversary.

Now this is memorable.

The windows cover the wall completely and Naruto drags the curtains out of the way to lay eyes on the asset he is most eager to try. A private jacuzzi just outside their room, with a nice view of the snowy mountains outside.

Hinata doesn’t miss the change in his demeanor. And it makes her immediately melt her worries away. She drops her bag on the king-sized bed in the middle of the room and runs to hug Naruto from behind.

Naruto is chuckling, he searches for her hand and then brings it to his lips. “You like it?”

“It’s beautiful.” And whatever gripes she has about this whole outing she bites down, because Naruto’s face shines when he turns to her.

“I swear I didn’t just blow up my savings.” Hinata is quick to smile and nod to reassure him, but he knows she worries. She always worries about his financial situation, and who could blame her? She was the one who accompanied him through whatever bureaucratic bullshit he had to face to ask for grants and scholarships, even loans when the need arose. Her father owns the city - though Hinata denies it- and although the man himself offered to sponsor Naruto years into their relationship, Naruto politely rejected his offer.

He won’t ask if it is not absolutely necessary.

And Hinata honors his will. She adjusts to his spendings. Which is why they have never been to such a fancy looking place.

Ever.

Naruto can’t say he doesn’t feel some type of remorse about the whole situation. But they know they are a unit, and Hinata has never made him feel less or lacking.

And still Naruto can’t fight hard enough the need to explain. “I got the place at like half the price, and I think they upgraded for free, because- well, I paid for a good place but this is a whole other level.” Hinata snickers and Naruto feels his own nerves calming down. “You know I wouldn’t be irresponsible like that.”

“I know.”

His hands are on her face, cupping her cheeks. He leans over and lands a peck on her mouth, “Let’s have a good time, all right?” His voice is so sultry he surprises himself and prepares to have Hinata poke fun at him, but her hands reach his chest and they travel up and down his torso with an intention that travels all the way from his brain to his dick.

“Let’s,” is all she answers, before biting her lower lip in anticipation. In the way that always makes Naruto want to gobble her up.

They kiss. All tongue and without decorum. They are reaching the bed when Naruto thinks about the hours they’ve spent traveling and how, maybe, Hinata may feel uncomfortable. “Do you want to take a shower first?”

The back of her knees hit the edge of the bed and she falls on her butt. Her face now level with his stomach. Hinata grabs his legs, brings him closer to her, “No.” Her face gets lost in between his coat and sweater in an attempt to lay kisses down his body. She then reappears, looks up to him, “Do you want to take a shower first?”

“Fuck no.”

Her hands find his waistband, and she giggles as she unzips and unbuttons Naruto’s jeans. Naruto’s jacket flies off into the distance. He is reaching for his sweater when Hinata pulls his pants down.

He feels her breath before anything else. “You’re still not ready, baby?”

Naruto can feel himself growing harder by the second. He can feel his hair standing up in whichever direction when the sweater comes off too. “Just give me one second, love.”

His hand finds her and Hinata nuzzles into it. “I can help,” she says, a soft smile in place, all cheeky. She dives right back into his stomach and Naruto lifts up his shirt with one hand, the other caressing her hair.

Her lips leave kisses everywhere she can, a trail of saliva down his stomach. Her hands are cold and Naruto shivers as she cups his testicles. He lets out a moan when her tongue meets his shaft.

Hinata pumps him up, slow movements she accompanies with her mouth. The sounds she gets out from the blowjob send a tingle down Naruto’s leg, his fingers curling up at the pleasure. “Babe.”

She hums back in answer, her mouth opens and then Naruto’s penis stands tall between her and her boyfriend. “Did I do a good job?”

Naruto chuckles. He lets his shirt fall down again and then gently pushes Hinata down into the bed, his legs kick off his jeans and underwear onto the floor. He pushes his erection against Hinata’s stomach, his mouth already covering her own. “You tell me,” he moans.

Hinata smiles back at him. They undress her, her jacket and sweater first. Followed by Naruto licking whatever skin he can get to. Her shirt flies off and Naruto buries his face on her breasts. Her jeans next, they get tangled at her left foot, and both the garment and her underwear get left there.

Naruto growls as his fingers find her entrance. Wet and dripping already. “Oh, love.”

“Condom,” Hinata babbles. Her hand at his arm, in an attempt to keep him from overstimulating her.

“Fuck.” Naruto rushes to his discarded jeans, fumbles for a second searching for his wallet and takes a condom from there. He tears open the package and steals a glance to his girlfriend as he puts on the preservative.

Hinata is touching herself. Her mouth slightly open, her legs propped up and ready, waiting for him. Her eyes are on him and Naruto practically jumps back into the bed. Sloppy kisses against sloppy kisses. His hands on her body, squeezing at every inch he can get to.

She positions herself under him, her hand slithers between them, grabbing him and guiding Naruto inside. Naruto pushes, his mouth open in a silent moan Hinata gobbles. They find their rhythm. And it helps them ride into their climax. Naruto’s shirt gets bothersome sometime after and he bites into the garment to keep it away. Hinata’s hips shoot up, seeking more pressure, and Naruto stands on his knees, his hands at her waist.

He can feel his testicles pressing against her bottom. He can feel himself sinking deep into Hinata, the sound of their bodies colliding filling the room.

Hinata digs into his arm, into his thigh, her nails bite into Naruto’s skin, but the pain only makes the pleasure shine brighter. Naruto can feel himself tightening up, angles himself to apply pressure into Hinata’s clitoris. He earns himself the sight of Hinata’s head pressing back, her whole face contorted, seeking the same relief as him.

He hugs Hinata’s legs with one arm, and his other hand finds her sex. Their fluids coat her thighs so he swipes it off with his thumb and then starts circling her. Hinata screams and brings her own hand to her mouth, she whimpers as she tries to keep herself from crying out.

Naruto doesn’t stop any of his ministrations. Hinata tries to get away, her hand pushing at his knee, the other at her mouth. Her teeth leaving marks on her skin already.

“Ahhhhh.” Her muscles tighten around Naruto and she grabs hold of whatever she can grab onto. Her whole torso turns to the side, her face pushing against the mattress, yet Naruto keeps her in place. She screams his name against the bed, a sight he loves to see.

He’s close. He hugs her legs to him with both his arms, his hips thrust and thrust and he can feel himself closing in on his own climax. Hinata is grabbing at his arms, her cries rising in volume as he drills into her.

His lungs are going to explode and he doesn’t fucking care. Just this is important. Just his dick going in and out of Hinata. Just finding release.

Sweet sweet fucking release.

His hips push hard, then harder. Once and twice and he spills himself into her. His chest raises and he is out of breath and Hinata lays in front of him, her eyes lethargic, her legs trembling and her pelvic muscles squeezing into his penis.

He feels himself spilling. One and two little spurts after his big release. He sits on his ankles and Hinata reaches her hand to him.

Naruto grabs hold of her hand. He wipes the sweat off his forehead with his shirt and then he takes off the condom. He walks on his knees to his girlfriend, her bra all the way up to her collarbone. He lays his condom on her stomach, with some of the semen inside dribbling down onto her skin as she breathes in and out.

Naruto leans into her, one hand on her breast. He squeezes as he lays his mouth on her neck, making a trail up her mouth and face. “You all right?”

“In heaven,” she whispers.

And Naruto snickers as he brushes her hair off her face.

Then he remembers. “Shit. What time is it?”

“I have no idea.”

Hinata lays unmoving, basking in her afterglow. Naruto makes an attempt to leave her side and check on his phone but Hinata doesn’t let go and whimpers for him to come back.

“Babe.”

“Don’t go.” Her pouty lips are adorable enough for Naruto to stop whatever he’s doing immediately.

“I just want to check the time, baby.” Her lips look plump and full and are now red enough for Naruto to imagine his cock on her dainty mouth.

“Why?”

“There’s a show at 11 today, you’re gonna love it.”

“I can think of something else we both are gonna love.”

Naruto looks at her, an accusatory look in place, “I could keep you in bed for the whole weekend, you know that.”

Hinata squirms, her other hand reaching his used condom, her fingers playing with his seed. “I wouldn’t say no to that.”

Naruto has to will himself out of his fantasies. “No,” he says, out loud and with conviction. “We’re watching that show -we so are-, go get washed.”

Hinata blinks prettily at him. She raises and then gets real close to him, her breasts pushing against him. “We could have some fun in the shower.”

“Hinata.”

Her smile is mischievous and she leaves the bed first, bare and with their fluids still coating her inner thighs. Hinata realizes she still has her underwear and jeans caught at her ankle.

She doesn't hesitate. Down in one swift motion, her buttocks exposed to Naruto in plain view. She leaves her clothes on the floor and then walks to the bathroom while taking off her bra.

She can hear Naruto muttering to himself at her back.

He reaches her just before she can open the door. His hand across her torso, the other at the handle in front of them. His breath is heated and still labored.

"I'm gonna rail you against the wall."

Hinata giggles to herself. Can already feel her stomach heating up at his words.

When Naruto promises something…

•···•···•

Her chest is pressed against the bathroom wall. The water pools between her breasts and her hair sticks to her skin. Naruto nuzzles behind her neck, one hand across her stomach -holding her in place- and the other digging at her bottom, angling her to help him inside.

She doesn't feel the floor. Her fingers are tiptoeing, but she's not the one keeping herself up.

"Ah, fuck."

Naruto bites into her shoulder and the pain makes Hinata curl her toes. He's close. His hips hit against her with a vengeance and he moves his hands to encircle her waist. She’s floating.

One hand on his arms, the other to the wall -in a useless attempt at stabilizing herself. Naruto's breath warms her shoulder and the moment his hand travels up her stomach to squeeze at her breast Hinata can feel herself wanting release.

She lets out a lengthy moan that echoes inside the room, barely drowned by the water falling around them. She feels Naruto coming inside, the condom expanding. He muffles his own voice against her skin, but his hands keep at work, one at her center, circling her clit, the other keeping her anchored to him.

"Ah, Naruto. Naruto."

Her release soon follows. A scream that shakes her body, her legs tremble as they close, trapping Naruto's hand inside. The little strength she has leaves her body and it's only his arm around her body that keeps her standing.

"You all right?"

Hinata hums a yes. Still feeling the pleasure coursing through her body. "I don't feel my legs."

A dry laugh fills the bathroom. "Good." Naruto crouches one second and the next he has Hinata in his arms. "Now you won't egg me on."

Hinata feels her body growing tired by the second. The bed seems like a great place to be right now. "Maybe so." Whatever to let him know that she's still up for it.

They keep up the good humor inside the bathroom and Naruto manages to help wash her and himself and get them out of the bathroom in record time.

Hinata dries herself up while Naruto hurries around her, picking the clothes they discarded around the room and leaving them in a somewhat neat pile on one of the fancy chairs. He then rummages through his duffel bag to put on clothes.

His hair is still dripping wet. He looks handsome.

He stands tall then, his cellphone in his hand, his blue eyes stuck to Hinata.

“Yes?” she asks. His eyes still drilling holes through her skull.

“Would it bother you if I left now and came later to get us to the show?”

Hinata barely takes time to think about his question. “No?” She takes the towel she’s using to dry her hair and puts it on her lap, “You’ll come get me, right?”

“Of course.”

“You do know we don’t have to go to the show, right?”

Naruto squints his eyes. “Sure,” he then insists, “but I want us to go.”

“Then we will, love.” Hinata is quick to add. “Go and do what you have to do, I’ll be here drying myself and getting ready.” Hinata sends a kiss his way and Naruto makes a show of catching it and saving it inside his jacket.

“Don’t move from here, all right? I’ll come and get ya.”

“I won’t move a centimeter.”

Naruto runs to her, steals a peck, grabs her hip with more strength than necessary and leaves. “Just don’t leave the room! I’ll be back!”

Hinata sits there. Still naked and with her hair still sticking to her skin. She laughs to herself and as she keeps on drying her body remembers that she left her cellphone on mute to sleep while on the train.

Her screen lights up and a bazillion messages show up.

Are you dead or sumthng? CALL BACK, MAAM

I say she’s having the time of her life, let the woman breathe

HINATA JUST LET US KNOW YOU ARRIVED WHEREVER YOU WERE SUPPOSDED TO ARRIVE SAFE OKKK

Due to the urgency in their messages, Hinata calls Hanabi first. Her sister picks up after two rings.

“Sister.”

“Hanabi, we arrived already at the resort.”

“Good. Everything all right?”

Hinata blushes as she remembers how all right everything was. “Yes. Naruto brought me to the Suna Resort.”

“Whaaaaat.” Even aloof Hanabi can’t hide her surprise. “Did he sell a kidney or something?”

“He told me he didn’t.”

“Knowing his luck he charmed some high-ranking dude and they handed him a spare ticket or something. Don’t worry I’ll get it out of him when I see him.”

“Hanabi.”

“Am I allowed to tell Father?”

“Yes, of course. Tell him everything’s fine and we’re having a grand time.”

“I bet.” Her tone is playful and Hinata has to keep herself from falling into her sister’s trap.

“So yeah, I’ll call you when we are on our way back.”

“Aye, aye. Maybe then I’ll finally be able to call Naruto brother-in-law.”

“Shut up.”

Hanabi’s laugh cackles through the phone. “Whatever, as if this is not the perfect opportunity for him to get on one knee and pledge his undying love.”

“Shut up, I said.”

“See ya, then. Have a good one.”

“Thanks, take care.”

“As always,” Hanabi finishes and her voice still carries mirth that annoys Hinata.

The chat screen opens up and Hinata is in her undies as she types an answer.

Got here all right, everything’s fine. Were having a great time already.

**We’re

Her pants are halfway up her bottom when the video call gets through. Sakura’s pink hair covers the whole screen.

“Hinata!” she screams.

Hinata is trying to put on her shirt as quick as she can, because she knows Ino-

“What!? Why are we looking at the damn ceiling? Babe, we want to see your face!” Ino whines and Ten-Ten’s voice carries through immediately after.

“Are you alone? Or is Naruto with you?”

“I’m alone, I’m putting on my shirt, give me a second.”

They all howl at the same time and Hinata can’t help the blush that covers her face.

“Gotta say,” Hinata can see Ino being all smug and proud, “my boy gets the work done. You raised him well, Sakura.”

Sakura cackles. “He’s in love, Ino, I bet he wants to do our Hinata all the time, wherever he can.”

“Have some tact.” Hinata raises the phone to catch her face on the camera and her friends all raise their hands in celebration.

“Babe, it’s so nice to see you!” Ino claps at her words and Hinata can only shake her head at her enthusiasm.

“We saw each other today.”

“Don’t mind her, she’s drunk,” Ten-Ten quips, earning herself an elbow from Ino.

“So are you, bitch!”

They scuffle in the back and Sakura quickly brings the camera closer to her, “Don’t mind them, we’ve been drinking and you know how they get.” Their laughs get louder and Sakura shakes her head. “Everything all right, then?”

“Yes, everything.”

“Where’s he, though?”

“Oh, well, he left to check on the show we’re going to see now. He’s coming to get me after.”

Sakura raises an eyebrow, her mouth a line. “Interesting.”

“Oh, come on. Not you, too.”

Sakura can only keep her face as plain as possible. “I’m just saying.”

“Shut up.”

The phone gets taken and Ino’s nose appears. “Babe, if he doesn’t ask for your hand in marriage then I will.”

Hinata rolls her eyes. “We’ve had getaways like this before, all right. It’s not meant to be different this time.”

“Really?” Ino tilts her head, confusion evident. “Hinata, sweetie, you can’t believe Naruto-”

Ten-Ten takes the phone this time, Ino trying and failing to get it back. “Out of all of us, I would say I’m the most ‘feet on the ground’ person in the group,” Ino is heard squabbling with Sakura in the foreground and they both stop a second to add an ‘agree!’ to support Ten-Ten’s statement. “And even I would say this time Naruto means business.”

“Whatever.”

“Oh, come on!” Ino cries.

“I don’t mind either way, all right! If he does then fine and if he doesn’t we’re gonna have a grand all time anyway.”

“Oooooooooh,” they tease.

“Well, if he does, are you gonna say yes?” Ino asks and Hinata gets embarrassed all of a sudden.

“Of course I’m gonna say yes,” she mumbles.

Their squealing fills the room and Hinata has to hide her face behind her hand.

“Shut up, we’re still students I don’t think-”

Naruto opens the door and his blonde hair appears a second later. “Babe, are you ready? We’re just in time to catch the show.”

Hinata squeaks, her phone falls from her hand and bounces off the carpet.

“Naruto!” her phone screams and Naruto looks confused for just one second.

“Hey, girls!” He walks closer as Hinata frantically tries to grab her phone and finish the call. “Do you need more time?” he asks Hinata, who can only shake her head no.

“Naruto, my boy, go get-” Ino screams and Hinata can hear Ten-Ten and Sakura keeping the blonde under submission.

Naruto is none the wiser and only laughs, “Ino! Hey!”

Hinata manages to grab her phone and like never before has the hardest time turning it towards her. “Was good talking with you all, bye!” She presses the button to end the call and can hear Ino’s struggle to keep on talking behind Sakura and Ten-Ten’s measured goodbyes.

Naruto kneels beside her, a hand to her back. “Babe, you all right?”

“Yes,” Hinata squeals.

Naruto can only laugh. “Are you ready? The show is on in 10.”

“Yes, yes,” Hinata stands, her heart beating out of her chest.

“Were they teasing you?” Naruto remembers how the girls would leave Hinata a blushing mess whenever he was to go closer to his girlfriend. He never got the chance to hear what they were talking about, but he knew he was the main topic of conversation and well- they had a lot to bring up if they wanted a blushing Hinata.

Hinata bites her lip and nods, but makes no attempt to keep on talking about it. “Let’s go see the show.”

Naruto can only smirk. He puts his hand on Hinata’s lower back and guides her out of the room. “Let’s.”

•···•···•

The show is colorful. Dance and magic and some public participation events. Naruto doesn’t seem to be able to lay low. He is asked to participate and Hinata can only sigh and appreciate Naruto’s witty remarks that earn him a room full of laughter and the warm pats on the shoulder from the performers.

Naruto can’t help but shine in a room of people. He just attracts attention.

He jogs to his seat and people look at her with interest the moment he kisses her cheek and starts whispering in her ear. He just doesn’t realize people are still looking.

And even if they were, she's sure he would do it anyway.

The show is engaging and fun but the moment she catches Naruto stealing glances at her she leans towards him, one hand on his thigh. “This is so much fun.”

He turns to her completely, “Are you having fun?” His eyes twinkle and he’s trying so hard to keep his face under control Hinata can’t help but get closer and kiss him on the lips.

“I am, thank you.”

Naruto still tries to keep himself from smiling too hard, but he scoots closer to his girlfriend and reaches for her hand. The rest of the show her hand is intertwined with his, right over his thigh.

His other legs bounces up and down, nervous. The lights of the show hit his face and he’s beyond relieved to see Hinata from the corner of his eye laughing and smiling as the performances come and go.

He can do this.

He for sure can do this.

“Love?”

Naruto blinks and realizes the people around them are standing and grabbing their sweaters and coats. Whatever they brought to fight the cold on the way to see the performance. Hinata’s face is close to him and she smiles as he looks at her.

“Caught you out of it, didn’t I?”

Naruto laughs and shakes his head, “I was just mesmerized by your beauty, love.”

Hinata laughs in return and she’s the one that stands and tugs at his hand. She doesn’t press further, her sister and friends have messed a little with her and she does not want to expect things that may not come to happen.

“Let’s go back, then.”

Naruto is fast to comply. He grabs her on the way out inside his coat and Hinata giggles as she feels his hands traveling around her body.

The people are slowly getting out of the room and Hinata doesn’t realize the attention they’re getting until Naruto rounds his arms over her body -covering her under his coat-, and he stands to his full height, his attention elsewhere.

A couple of young men are quick to duck their heads and look ahead.

“Naruto?”

His mouth falls to her ear, “They were ogling at you.”

“No, they were not!” Hinata snickers. And though Naruto keeps his arms where he put them before, his smile comes back to his face.

“I can’t wait till we go back to our room,” he purrs, and Hinata can feel her cheeks grow hotter.

“Stop it.”

His hands rest on her belly as they make their way outside and the moment they leave the mob of people he brings his hands up and squeezes at her breasts. Hinata catches the moan that tries to escape her and she turns to Naruto, trying to hit him with her elbow.

He snickers and Hinata can hear the noise getting farther away. Until he closes in on her. “Shall I carry you so we get there faster?”

“Naruto,” Hinata starts, but his groin is now pressing behind her and his hands are pressing on her body with more intent. With hunger. And her own body responds.

She can’t help the moan that escapes her.

And she wiggles out of Naruto’s grasp with a hand to her mouth, her eyes looking around to see if someone else-

“We’re alone, baby.” He whispers, his hand still at her back.

“You-” she starts, and Naruto’s face changes slightly, worried, “you asshole,” Hinata slaps his arm and starts chortling. “Gods, I was getting so embarrassed for a second!”

Naruto snorts, “Baby, you know I wouldn’t,” he tugs at her waist and Hinata falls back to him, “you know I wouldn’t do that with- you know, people around us,” he gives her a knowing look, “unless… you wanted that.”

Hinata falls back with laughter and steals a kiss before running down the hallway. She calls for the elevator and the numbers barely blink before Naruto catches her, her whole body up in the air.

Her laughter is high-pitched and Naruto grabs her ass as he settles her back into the ground. His eyes are filled with lust and Hinata rounds her arms around his neck before kissing him. He moans this time. And he doesn’t seem to get close enough to her, the way his hands press her into him.

People turn right into their hallway and Hinata pushes back immediately after. Naruto lets her get some distance, but he grabs her hand and he pushes her to him.

He’s blushing and his voice is low as they greet the people coming for the elevator. Hinata is the one who twirls inside his arms, and Naruto hides his reddening face on her hair.

The other group takes the elevator downwards and It takes everything for Hinata to keep a straight face until their door closes. Their elevator is coming slowly and Hinata loses it the moment she takes a peek towards her boyfriend.

He has his mouth pressed into a line, his body rigid and his gaze stuck to the floor.

“Do you think-?” Hinata starts.

“Oh, god, I hope they didn’t hear me moan, jeez.” He covers his face with his hand and Hinata can’t help the laugh that comes out of her mouth. Naruto grabs her and he hides his whole face on her neck. “Babe,” he whines, and it only makes Hinata laugh harder.

Their elevator arrives and there’s no one inside. And only Naruto’s heavy sigh and Hinata’s snickers echo as they make their way to their room. It’s already late and Naruto can feel the tiredness from their travel catching up to him. He lets himself fall into their bed, face first. He hears rustling around the room, before Hinata’s hand comes to rest up at his back.

“Are you tired, baby?”

Naruto only manages a groan. He can feel her smile.

“Should I help undress you?” His face turns before she can finish her sentence and Hinata snorts. “I said it with no ulterior motives, I swear.”

“Sure, but now that you said it…”

Hinata has to fight the laughs that threaten to spill from her mouth as she begins taking Naruto’s clothes, his whole demeanor lusty to the point of being humorous.

She unbuckles his belt and Naruto wiggles his hips. “And here I thought you would offer me a drink at least before taking my pants, ma’am.”

“Sir, you are drunk.”

“I am very sober, thank you very much,” he says, mock hurt lacing his voice. “Maybe I could demonstrate?”

“Yeah? And how would you do that, sir?”

He only has his shirt and underwear left on his body and then Hinata lets out a yelp as he sits and tackles her to the bed. His legs straddling her. “I can think of a few things,” his mouth is on her ear and Hinata slaps at his back.

“Sir, I have all of my clothes on!”

“That can be easily fixed.” He kisses her.

Her laugh slowly transforms into slow breaths. And when Naruto sneaks his hand under layers of clothes and reaches her breast Hinata is already feeling hot and bothered herself.

“Wait,” she breathes and Naruto stops and stares at her, as she sits on the bed and takes off her own coat. The garment flies away and then she turns to Naruto, presses her hand on his chest and pushes.

He falls and bounces, his brain immediately catching up where this is going. A smile forming on his face. “Should I take off my underwear?”

Hinata is taking off her jeans, “No,” they also get thrown to the distance, only one sock covering her lower half now. “I’ll do it,” she says, her hand reaching for Naruto’s pants, looking for his wallet.

“My coat. My wallet’s on my coat.”

Naruto rests on his hands behind his head, admiring the visual of his half-naked girlfriend looking for a condom for them. She turns to him with a black square on her hand, and then her whole body covers his.

“Should I keep my hands behind my head?”

Hinata considers his offer, a kiss to his mouth, and then nods as she travels down. Her hand cups his balls and her mouth feels his shaft. Naruto’s hips raise and he can already feel the tension filling his body. Her mouth covers his groin and Naruto feels her tongue through the fabric, wet and eager, Hinata swirls her tongue around his head and Naruto’s body jerks upward. He groans and closes his arms around his ears, his hands still at the back of his head.

Her fingers move up and down his length, the fabric sticking to his skin. She whirls her index finger around his head and lets her breath wash over him. The change in temperature and her touch make him whimper. “Love.”

He can feel her smile. She takes a while longer teasing him before caressing the line between his skin and his underwear. Naruto is almost turned to his side completely by the time Hinata raises his waistband and lets his erection free. He can feel his precum leaking, falling down his shaft. He presses his elbow to have a better view.

Hinata gives his head a kiss before blowing air over his groin. “Hands,” she reminds him.

“Oh, fuck.” Naruto whines and he falls back again, his hands now interlocked behind his head. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, can I move my legs at least?”

“Yes, sir.”

Naruto opens his legs but his underwear stops him. Before his frustration rises too much, Hinata lets her hands trail down his thighs before dragging his boxers down.

Naruto sees his underwear fly into the distance and then he settles again. This time his legs wide open, letting Hinata-

Her mouth gobbles him up and Naruto rises his hips to meet her, his breath catching on his throat. Hinata meets him, one hand on his thigh as an anchor, the other at his testicles.

“Holy fucking shit,” Naruto hisses. His heels dig into the bed trying to push him forward, his whole body tense, and the noises he hears coming from Hinata’s mouth are enough to drive him to the edge.

Hinata starts pumping his shaft along with the bobbing of her mouth and Naruto just lets his dick follow the rhythm. He comes into his girlfriend’s mouth with a breathless moan.

Hinata lingers at his dick. She swallows and licks him all over, he falls limp against his thighs and he can only snort as he feels Hinata’s mouth leaving kisses over his groin. She bites at the space between his thighs and a shiver runs down his body.

“Oh, fuck me,” he swears, and Hinata rises from her position. His cum dripping from her chin -surprise on her face- but then the sweetest smile appears.

“Oh, that I can do.”

She climbs on top of him and Naruto chuckles as he finally brings his hands forward, one grabbing at her hip and the other cupping at her face. “Just give me a minute, baby.”

Hinata settles on his stomach and Naruto can’t help the way his muscles tighten at the feeling of her on top of him. Wet and slippery. Her face falls to his and he can taste himself on her. “I can wait,” she whispers, her tongue licking at his upper lip, “I’ll wait all you need.”

He is in heaven and Hinata’s hand roams through his torso with an intention that blurs the thoughts going on inside his head. She looks like a goddess, her black hair looking almost blue under the light, her ample breasts swinging with her every move, her mouth slightly open, a shuddery breath leaving her.

He wants to be inside her so bad it hurts.

His hands roam her body. Her hips, her waist, her chest. His hands dig and he feels his fingers sink, eliciting moans he is mesmerized by. His hips shoot up, his whole body intent on entering hers, even though his own dick lays limp near his thigh.

It’s Hinata who sets the rhythm, who grabs his hands and brings them to her back, who doubles over and kisses him with such passion he lets himself get lost on her tongue.

He barely registers the time passing but he can feel his blood rushing down, his dick rises and rises and then stands proud between his legs. Hinata lets her bottom fall to it, her hips riding his pelvis. She coats his cock with her heat and leaves unceremonious kisses down Naruto’s chest as she straddles his thighs. She fumbles around looking for the condom and Naruto hands it to her with a smirk on his face.

“Here, love.”

His hands play with her thighs as she puts the condom on him, his hips rolling under her. She laughs.

She loves him.

The feeling of him inside her in this position is marvelous. He feels thick and she feels him deep and most of all, the way he looks at her… like she’s the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.

In between the taste of him in her mouth, the way his sweat pearls at his neck and the grunts that escape him as he jumps his hips to meet hers, she comes undone fairly quick. She feels herself squeezing Naruto, and his own face scrunches in exquisite agony. She rides her high with his kisses on her hair, his hand on her back -his fingers barely touching her sensitive skin.

She still feels him hard inside of her and the sound of his heft leaving her body is bubbly and wet. Her own body clenching in search of Naruto is enough to make her blush, but she doesn’t let it take over. Naruto has long told her he finds it extremely hot and flattering. And as he carefully lets her rest on her side, his fingers tracing her body, he sits at her legs, moving them in order to look. Stare, really.

He kisses her calf, lets it rest over his shoulder and he moves closer. His erection still wrapped in a condom. His hands hover over her body and when his breath hitches again, when his penis looks harder than before, he takes off his condom -lets it fly wherever- and then grabs himself and pumps. Slowly at first, his fist squeezing hard, as if choking himself, but then the air grows thin and his mouth bites against Hinata’s leg. Her own hands touching herself, opening herself for him to look and Naruto looks and stares and eats her up and then he grunts and moans and feels himself spilling. Over her sex, over her stomach, some of it even reaches her breasts. And her chest rises and falls almost in tandem with him, as if she’s come again.

“Come,” she breathes, her hands beckoning him and Naruto almost but throws himself at her. His mouth nuzzling against her neck.

“Do you want to shower?”

“We can shower tomorrow.”

He drags his semen over her body, lets his hand rest over her stomach. “Want me to move over?”

But her arms just squeeze him harder and he chuckles. He falls asleep soon after, tired and blissfully spent.

•···•···•

Naruto wakes up with a start. He didn’t check his alarm before sleeping and he’s somehow scared he has overslept, so he wakes and rises and jumps out of the bed.

Hinata wriggles on the bed, and he grabs his cellphone with his heart on his throat.

Please let it be early. Please let it be early.

It's 9:48 and he sighs and rakes his hand over his hair. It’s fine. Everything’s fine.

Things are still going according to plan. Thank fucking god. If they don’t make it in time for today's lunch… fuck, if they had to run to get there it would have been so fucking embarrassing. Horrible. Terrible.

“Baby?” Hinata’s voice is full of sleep and Naruto wants to kick himself for being such a dumbass.

“Yes, love, I’m here.”

“Are you all right?”

“Yes, baby, I was just worried and wanted to check something on my phone.”

She chuckles. And Naruto can feel his body relaxing, good, he hasn’t fucked up everything.

“Are we good, then?” Her hair is all tousled and the sheets fall from her chest, her breasts in plain view.

“Yes, I just got scared thinking I overslept. Sorry if I woke you.”

She smiles back, shaking her head. “No, it’s all right, means more time for us, right?”

Naruto pouts. He loves her. HE LOVES HER. He runs to the bed and jumps over. Hinata’s shrieks fill the room and he makes a show of kissing and blowing raspberries over her skin.

They let the sun wash over them -seeing as they never closed the curtains back-, and Naruto stretches, letting his hands roam over Hinata’s body with intent.

“Sir.”

“Just stretching, just stretching.”

She looks so happy Naruto just stares. And it’s her hand that finds his. “So,” she starts. “Do we have some time?”

He raises an eyebrow.

“You know, yesterday you were pretty eager to try the jacuzzi outside, so-”

Naruto smirks back and his body starts to be pretty enthusiastic to go to the jacuzzi asap, too. Images of Hinata’s body over the jacuzzi, her bottom to him, his body drilling into her and-

His mouth is salivating so he has to gulp down first. “Well, yes, but- and believe me when I tell you that this is a tough decision to make,” she slaps his shoulder in laughter, “I would rather we start preparing for our lunch, if that’s okay? I would love to take a short stroll around, you know, take in the view?”

Hinata reaches for him and she kisses him with such care Naruto follows her as she sits back. “Let’s get ready then, okay?”

They clean up the mess they made the day before. Naruto in only his boxers and Hinata wearing his shirt. It’s big on her and it always makes Naruto want to pound on her. So when they have tidied their clothes and Naruto has thrown away his used condoms, he walks to Hinata with intent and humps her body.

She gives him one of her sultry smiles and they end up having a quickie right against the window. Naruto doesn’t even take off his underwear, and he bites a little too hard on Hinata’s body, as she ends up with a bright red bite mark on her shoulder.

“Sorry about that.” He washes the soap off her skin.

“Don’t be,” she covers the bruise with her hand and he can see her blush from here. “I liked it.”

Naruto groans, because they can’t keep on getting derailed from getting out of their room, and Hinata finds his suffering hilarious, because she makes a show of shoving her ass to him. Her bottom soft and inviting and-

Naruto just concentrates and takes off the edge by grabbing harder and kissing and biting whenever he has the chance. Hinata rewards him with squeaks and yelps he eats right up. And her eyes- oh, her eyes are telling him she really has no problem staying inside this room the whole weekend.

And in any other outing, he might have given this train of thought some chance, but now he has a very important mission. The most important mission of his entire life. So his dick will have to wait.

He’s sure it will be thankful along the way.

He washes the shampoo off Hinata’s hair and takes the time to wash his hair as Hinata puts on her conditioner. Naruto blows dry her hair as Hinata puts on her make-up and when they are ready he can feel his hand trembling.

“I’m ready,” Hinata sings. Her energy eager and soft and everything he has ever loved.

He breathes out, pats his jacket to make sure the box is there -inconspicuously, while HInata checks her purse before leaving- and then beckons for her to grab his hand.

He wonders whether it’s a good idea the moment he feels his hand sweating way too much, but taking it back now would be more suspicious so he sucks it up. Hinata says nothing as they walk down the hallway, making small talk about the show from yesterday and the beautiful architecture of the Suna Resort. And they fall into a rhythm- their rhythm and it helps Naruto calm down.

The Suna Resort is beautiful, and Naruto feels genuine curiosity at its design, so they go take a round through the ginormous gardens. They walk hand in hand and marvel at some flowers and trees they see. Going out of their way to watch them closely, and take actual photos with them.

They have a weird obsession with plants, sue them.

They are taking the piss by guessing which of their friends would kill a particular plant the fastest and between Sasuke and his snooty attitude and Kiba and his need to show himself capable they guess they would end up killing them at the same time but for completely different reasons. They laugh out loud as they come up with the excuses they would give and time just flies away. Like everytime they are together.

They are walking back to the resort with time to spare, because though Naruto has tried to seem nonchalant Hinata can feel his anxiousness. She doesn’t say anything, though.

Bless her soul.

Naruto does try to make Hinata go on first -he wants to check with the clerk at the entrance if everything is ready-, but he had forgotten that Hinata does hate leaving him behind. All his fault, of course, he had once shared with her how that was one of his worst fears.

Being left alone, but you know, like being left behind for mundane shit, just, people not realizing you’re not there when you stop to tie your shoelaces and they keep on walking, or people just being entranced and not realizing you’re not part of the conversation anymore, that type of stupid stuff. Being left behind and seeing that you really didn’t matter that much anyways.

It’s dumb.

It’s not that he cares that much anymore either. He had shared that with her back when they were literal children, 12 and shit, and Naruto was really fucked up about being abandoned and being an orphan and not really feeling like he belonged anywhere.

It’s not like that anymore. It hasn’t been like that since he got actual friends, and even less with Hinata.

Fuck, his relationship with her is one of the things he would swear by, put his neck on the line and stuff. So he doesn’t have it in him to keep on pushing and he just hopes that the talk he had yesterday with the dude is enough. He has bothered them enough, what with the calls and the emails and him checking again yesterday. He has to believe everything’s going according to plan.

They sit and they eat beautifully arranged food that Hinata seems to be delighted by. When they wait for the next course she scoots over to him and takes a couple of photos of them, Naruto looks slightly nervous so he makes it a point to smile naturally. The food is tasty, so Naruto lets himself be absorbed in it, it’s not hard. Hell, he’s so glad for all this he’s going to grovel and kiss Gaara’s metaphorical ass when he goes back -Gaara will look at him dry and refuse anything, of course, so Naruto will whine and thank him harder-, the dude has been so pivotal to this whole ordeal…

They’re onto desserts now and Naruto has to put his hand over his knee to keep it from moving. Everything’s fine. Dandy. Good.

Hinata loves him and she-

She wouldn’t-

“That was a lovely meal.” Her hair flutters along as they walk to the gardens again -Naruto insisted- and she looks so pretty he somehow, stupidly enough, begins to think that maybe, just maybe, Hinata is not ready for this.

He is sure of this. This is the most sure he has ever felt about anything in his life. But he’s him and Hinata has a life… that doesn’t really need him in it. If she were to turn around and give him the cold shoulder he would probably never recover from it. The mere thought of it-

He knows the thought anchored itself as a pretty common nightmare back in the day. When she made herself at home in his tiny, horrible apartment, and then when she would shower him with love he didn’t believe he deserved. He has buried those fears and those feelings but sometimes they just spring forth, you know? Like maybe if he wasn’t in the picture she could have a boyfriend with actual money and she wouldn’t have to live like he does. Worrying over finances and fearing the future.

She is an heiress and she’s filthy rich -though she doesn’t flaunt it-, and she’s hot as fuck, too. The mere idea that he, in some way, somehow, deserves her is funny.

Ridiculous, even.

Fuck, maybe he should wait a little more. A couple more years, till he has some more concrete offers in life. A good life. The life she deserves.

She crashes into him and Naruto has to catch her in his arms to keep himself from staggering. Fuck.

“What’s wrong?”

Fuck.

She always knows, somehow. Appears when he needs her, says just the right thing at the right moment. Pushes him to better himself without actually making him feel less or lacking or inadequate or defective or poor or orphaned. She squeals when he hugs her back, all his body around, her back curving. FUCK.

“I love you so much.” And maybe that’s all he needs and all she wants. If she’s stayed with him all these years.

Years, jesus. She has been with him for literal years. And the only time they even had the tiniest semblance of a fight was when he wouldn’t let her father lend him money. And sure, they had said their pieces and tried for the other to understand.

And then they did.

And that was it. Naruto took most of the opportunities he could without relying only on being Hinata’s boyfriend to get them. And yes, he still somehow felt guilty, but he wanted this life with her so…

He wants this life with her. And-

It had been once, Naruto was cleaning around his apartment -it wasn’t nice and having it being messy made it look atrocious, so he had to be at least fucking tidy- and Hinata had stirred in his bed. And it had looked so surreal, that moment.

The woman he loved, who somehow loved him back here in his apartment. Here in his little, mediocre bed after having sex. And the cup noodles in his hand and his own fucking body made him feel so inferior. So unsuitable. He had kept on cleaning and his thoughts were awful, and it only made him feel worse.

When Hinata finally woke up, naked and beautiful, Naruto just stared. Told her he was preparing something for them and kept on brooding. And she-

She had put on one of his shirts and kept on tidying around, came up to him with a smile on her face and made a show of smelling the beat-up pot and making as if the smell was wondrous. It broke him.

“Are you sure you’re happy with me?”

In hindsight, it had been a dick move. They had become acquainted with their bodies only for a couple of months then and they were in his fucking apartment. She was naked and it was late at night, the thought makes him feel so fucking stupid now.

Her face had fallen and her body had gone rigid. She had pouted, frowned at him. “Yes,” she had breathed, and then everything fell silent and she went to sit at his bed. And he hadn’t had it in him to go to her and kneel, ask for forgiveness -beg for it. He still thought he was somehow doing her a favor. Dumbass.

Then he felt his eyes prickling and could he be any more of a fucking piece of shit? Sure, bring forth that dumb question and then get sad for it. He had sniffled and served the noodles in two bowls. And she had been dressed. All her pretty clothes on her pretty body and he had frozen. He had frozen. The nerve.

“Maybe I should go back home,” she had whispered. Her eyes red and her face stricken with dried tears.

“I’m sorry.” He can’t remember where he left the bowls of noodles, and if he ran to her or walked to her slowly. He only knows he was standing one second and then on his knees the next. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have- Sorry.”

She hadn’t cried. She had stared at him, her mouth a thin line, her face hard. “Don’t…” she had struggled for words, maybe she had wanted to slap him, that would have been good. “Don’t doubt my feelings for you.” He nodded, his hands hovering over her, as if he wasn’t allowed to touch her. “Ever.” Her voice had been final. So full of hardness his mind had gone blank.

“Okay.”

“Promise me.”

It had been the roughest he had ever seen her, the angriest she had ever been. And his heart had been leaping with joy. And then he began crying. “I promise. I swear, I’m sorry, I just- you’re so good and you’re so-,” he waved his hand around, encompassing her. Hinata had looked pained. “I am nothing,” he spat, “I have nothing to offer but hardship and you don’t deserve that.”

And then she began to cry and Naruto just let his hands rest at her thighs, his thumbs caressing her in an attempt to fix what he had done. Why the fuck had he brought that up? “I’m really sorry, I don’t know why I brought that up,” only he did, so he backtracked immediately, because, shit, if he was gonna lay his feelings then at least take the fucking shot, right? “No, I do, I just- I’m terrified of you realizing down the line that, you know, I’m fucking baggage- or that you can do better, so much better than me.” His face to her legs, because fuck it if he was gonna watch as she finally realized this truth. As she finally started to look at him like… others did.

She brought his eyes to hers, and the fire in her eyes, the strength in her hands just made him feel worse, he had broken this, all his fucking fault because he had been scared.

“Naruto,” her voice serious, low, echoey. “You really don’t know how great you are, huh?” She had chuckled, and the spell was broken. Her kisses all over his face, her bubbly laugh all he could hear. “I love you, too,” she shared, “and I also worry, Naruto, that you'll find me too much work, you know.”

“What?”

“Yes,” a laugh, “I also worry, haven’t you seen how people look at you? You’re hot.”

“What? No.”

“Yes, yes.”

He had laughed, dried his tears on his shoulder and hugged her. Hard, like he could make them forget this whole moment. Bury it. And then her voice had been so soft. So very soft.

“Please don’t ever doubt my feelings, please.”

“I won’t, sorry, I never will.”

“But you know, also let’s have talks like this every now and then, all right?”

“Promise.”

So maybe Naruto ought to remember those things he said and keep them at the forefront of his mind. He had promised not to doubt her, so why was he doing that now?

Hinata is still giggling from his impromptu confession and he fills up on courage from he doesn’t know where. But he’s ready now.

“Shall we-,” he gulps, “shall we go to that gazebo over there?”

His intentions don’t go unnoticed, that’s for sure, but as they walk there he realizes it doesn’t matter. The flowers are visible from afar and the gazebo looks like a dream with some lace hanging and fluttering with the wind. It’s perfect. He could kiss the clerk right now.

Hinata stills a second and yes, the cat’s out of the bag and she hasn’t run. So that’s good. He’s sweating and he worries whether he should let go of Hinata’s hand, but she grabs onto him so he soldiers on. His hand goes to his pocket, where the solid presence of the ring box helps him focus.

He is a man on a mission.

He steals a glance back to his girlfriend and her eyes are glued to the gazebo, her hair billowing at her back and Naruto has to force himself to keep on walking and not get on his knee right there and then.

There are a couple of people looking at them curiously and Naruto even catches an old couple smiling warmly at them. He catches a clerk somewhat hiding between the trees and maybe doing this out in the open wasn’t the best of ideas…

He’s already nervous as is, he doesn’t know if he needs the extra attention.

But then he’s in front of the gazebo and Hinata lets go of his hand, taking the few steps before them and turning to him. She looks like a painting, like a memory he wants burned right into his brain. He can only smirk, huff even, because he forgets everything but her and this place, what do they matter. He walks to her, a hand to her back.

“Do you like it?”

“It’s beautiful.” Her voice is filled with awe and Naruto has to remind myself that he has to give her the flowers first, talk to her and tell her how much she means to him and his sorry life before actually popping the question.

“Will you marry me?”

Her eyes grow big and she looks flabbergasted. And then Naruto remembers he fucking skipped like 8 steps to this whole scenario. “Wait,” he hurries, reaching for the table and grabbing the soft bouquet he has prepared for the occasion -his hands are shaking-, “I have this for you, should have given them first.”

Hinata’s eyes fall to the flowers and he sees the tears pooling there. They are the same ones they had talked about -ages ago-, when talking about hypothetical scenarios, Naruto had had the brilliant idea to sneak in the question of which flowers should she want for her wedding bouquet, followed by the ‘well, then, what about for when you’re being proposed to?’

A beautiful arrangement of purple and white for both of them was the answer. And judging by the way her tears are already falling, he feels pretty proud of himself already. He squares in front of her, his hands to her, covering her -also trembling- hands over the bouquet. “Hinata,” he starts, and he gulps down the lump in his throat, “I-” he smirks. Hinata’s chin is trembling slightly and she’s thinning her lips to keep herself from crying harder. “I love you.” It’s that simple, actually, the whole truth. “I love you more than my life, I-” he gulps again, “I love who I am when I’m with you, I love our routines and our secrets and our jokes and I- I don’t think I want to live without you ever. I want to- to grow old with you and hopefully die before you do because- because,” and now he’s crying and biting his lips in order to keep his composure, “just being without you is torture and I don’t want that, so- uh,” he reaches for his pocket and brings out the ring box and Hinata gasps, he falls to his knee and looks up at her with the box open. A simple engagement ring, because he couldn’t afford the more luxurious ones, not without being irresponsible about his money and that’s something Hinata worries too much about. “Will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

There’s a second of silence, but he’s not worried. Not even when the wind picks up and the lace and Hinata’s hair swirls around, and time seems to still a second too long, as if minutes pass, but he somehow knows now. He’s sure she will accept, so he’s not scared, nothing like the turmoil he was feeling just a second ago. The tightness that had been following him for weeks now. Nervous and anxious and filled with thoughts he knew were unfounded.

Now he is sure, he knows, he is certain. So he smiles, taking in the way Hinata’s hand grasps at her bouquet, the way her other hand stands between them -the trembling of her fingers visible- as she nods, almost imperceptible. He feels his cheeks hurting now.

He chuckles as their hands touch, their trembling hands trying their best to let Hinata’s ring fall right into her finger. She reaches forward and lets the ring rest snuggly against her skin. It looks beautiful.

“It’s perfect,” she whispers.

Naruto smiles, he stands as he clasps her hand on his. It’s not perfect like he wanted, but if Hinata is happy with it, then he’ll roll with it. He will buy her another one down the line, if she wants, he will do his best, try his best and give her the life she deser-

“It’s perfect,” she jumps to his arms and he only hugs her closer. Yes, she’s right. “Thank you, Naruto,” and Naruto only snorts, because really he should be the one thanking her for being in his life.

“I love you.” That ought to suffice. He gives her another squeeze before putting distance, relishing the way her face brightened and is now beaming. He ducks and kisses her, hard. And when they return to their room the clerk that was hiding behind the trees reaches them and hands him an envelope.

They spend the rest of the afternoon laughing at their faces in the pictures and touching and reaching for each other around the small table.

Hinata singles out a bunch of photos -the best ones- and spends more time on one of them, the perfect shot of them just before Naruto kissed her. Their bodies are curved and their foreheads are touching, the love is obvious and their smiles shine with the sunlight reaching them. Naruto will have it framed.

“You know,” Hinata starts, Naruto still engrossed in the photos before him. “This holliday was just perfect for me, you know?”

Naruto gives her a radiant smile. As if hearing her say this was the best thing he could ever hope for.

“Which is why,” she continues, “I believe you deserve a reward.” And then he perks up, his attention on her. She giggles. “What do you say we use the jacuzzi now?”

It’s a flutter of laughter as he begins undressing himself and working the jacuzzi and then coming back and undressing Hinata, all the while whispering sweet nothings that intermingle with his “you make me so hard, look,” which only make Hinata’s laughter grow lusty and her touches more intent. She pumps him when he’s too close.

“Ma’am, I want to blow inside you, please.”

“I’m sure we can make both happen.”

So he comes on her breasts first and then ravishes her on their bed. His tongue all over her body, her legs hooked against his shoulders, giving him an anchor to let her soar in ecstasy. They laugh again as Hinata’s moan echoes inside the room.

“What a great day,” Hinata sighs.

“About to become even greater, come on.”

It’s the joy of their commitment, the relief of their union that makes them seek the other. As if confirming, as if consecrating. When they get into the water Naruto lowers Hinata while peppering kisses on her skin, a string of I love you’s flowing from his mouth.

They make love slowly. Their skin sliding against each other, creating delicious friction. Hinata moans into his ear and Naruto comes undone soon after, the knowledge of his ring on her hand, its roughness against his skin a new feeling he welcomes with intense pleasure.

Hinata slips into the tub and Naruto catches her midway, his arm strong as he sits on the steps, resting her weight against him. He hides himself on her neck. Her body the only thing he truly feels, the only thing he ever truly wants to feel.

So when their fingers trace patterns on the other’s skin, they remain silent. The water bubbling around them, moving Hinata’s hair in the water.

Her whole body against his chest. “I love you.” Her declaration of love.

“I love you more,” he bites her skin and then it’s her bottom playing against his body. His blood singing already. “I only brought one condom.”

“You can pull out,” she turns to him, her eyes indecipherable, “or not. I would love a family with you.”

Naruto wants to cry. He lets his erection rub against her. “I’m gonna pull out, but just because we’re still students,” he stands, letting Hinata grab hold of the edges in order to steady herself. Her back to him, her ass against him. “The moment we get married…” He sinks his fingers against her body, leaving marks when he lets go. Hinata moans. He bends over, his teeth leaving marks where he can, “You’ll look so pretty with my child in your belly.”

Hinata mewls as she pushes back against him, his name leaving her mouth as a moan.

He feels he can’t breathe. The water sloshes and the sound of their bodies is lascivious. Hinata ends up with her body out of the jacuzzi, resting on the wood around it, Naruto drilling behind her, his hands white as he grabs the edges. She drags her nails at his forearms as she comes, red flaring up. He meets her body a couple more times, his grunts growing frenzied, and then he leaves her, with an audible pop that only makes her miss his touch and his pressure. She feels the warmth raining on her back and his ragged breaths against her wet skin.

“What a great day,” she mumbles. Her mind still groggy.

Naruto cackles.

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Left Behind

Summary: Set after the battle of Gronder Field. In which Dimitri can't keep on pushing away Byleth's love and care.

One-shot: Left Behind

Dedue finds her in one of the now run down hallways of the monastery. His face looks angry and Byleth can already guess the reason.

She’s happy he’s back. Dedue always knew better how to treat Dimitri. Now that all her efforts have only been met with silence and rejection, she had started to wonder whether she could actually do something for that stubborn blond student of hers.

She won’t leave his side. She won’t leave him alone. But he needs more than that. So much more. Dedue will surely be able to bring Dimitri back.

“Professor,” he calls. Byleth wonders if he has come to see her in order to greet her properly. They shared some words back at the Battle of Gronder, but they are closer than mere chit chat after years without seeing the other.

But his look tells her otherwise. One she knows by heart. One he had shared with her many times before… before everything happened.

“I am sure he is waiting for you to tend to him, Dedue.”

The man nods, but offers his hand to hers, bandages and antiseptic cream that only confirm her suspicions.

“Dedue,” she tries, but the man refuses to put his hands down and after a minute of silence Byleth gives up. “Fine, but he won’t like it.”

He looks at her for a second extra, “Thank you, professor.” A second later, “He’s waiting in professor Manuela’s room.”

The infirmary. Manuela’s name seems sacrilegious to be shared out in the open, but Dedue’s eyes don’t change and his attitude remains and Byleth knows he has also learned to separate time’s past with… whatever is happening now. She thins her lips, and can only imagine the frown and snarls Dimitri will give her when she finds him. But she has also never been good at rejecting her students’ requests and Dedue is her flower buddy, Dimitri’s aide, a friend to both that surely knows that unruly man best -or at least the man Dimitri was before life got in the way-, so Byleth watches him go and then makes her way to Dimitri.

The walk is filled with worries Byleth has to battle to keep out of her mind. She has an excuse now -a reason- to be more annoying than before, to push harder to stay. She stops outside a second, lets her eyes wash over Dimitri's form before entering. He’s on his side, with his back to the entrance. He turns his head the moment Byleth’s foot crosses the arch.

“Where’s Dedue?” he asks, his voice raspy and angry and contained, like all the times he had growled at her to leave him alone before. It does not scare her, it pains her, like always.

But this time she doesn’t say anything. She doesn’t answer, she doesn’t goad him into a conversation with small talk, she doesn’t keep her distance. She walks purposefully to the desk in the room, places the bandages and cream with slow movements she uses to breathe in inconspicuously, and then brings herself to Dimitri -who’s following her movements like a cornered animal.

“Where’s Dedue?” he repeats, with an even lower voice this time, almost menacing.

Who would have thought that having him act like that for so long before would make her able to withstand it better. She has always waited for a second, a chance, one measly moment in which his facade would fade -would fall-, an instant in which she would see the student she had so fervently loved.

The man she has come to know is nothing like that courteous young man. He’s rough and burly, built like a tower, rabid like a beast and distrustful like never before. Keeps to himself as if he were a shadow, and the only reason Byleth has caught sight of him the few times she has is because she has unashamedly followed his traces, kept his ever-changing schedule memorized inside her head. She can’t help the need that blossoms inside of her whenever the thought of Dimitri pops up in her head. The need to make sure he’s alive. Here. Still fighting and kicking and going forward.

Even though she thinks he is doing it in all the wrong ways.

Her hands make quick work preparing the bandages and cleaning tools and she turns to Dimitri. “He asked me to help with your wounds. Strip, please.”

“No.”

She remains unperturbed. His rejections have never really bothered her. “We have to make sure your wound does not get infected, so if you could remove-”

“No,” he snarls this time, and Byleth stares at him, bites her lip and can’t really fight the frown that starts forming on her face.

“We are all tired and worked to the bone, Dimitri. Dedue can’t come and he asked for my help, could you please let me do this?”

It’s maybe the name of his friend that shakes him out of his trance, maybe the way she rubbed into his face how everyone is already doing the best they can. She sees the tension leaving his shoulders ever so slightly as he takes his clothes off. To anyone else it might have been just the movement of his breathing, but she knows, she has seen it before, so long ago. He’s giving in. And the small seed of hope she has always held close shines, shines so bright she has to stop herself from showing it.

It is clear Rodrigue’s loss has shaken him. The pain made him lash out even harder. But this time he also has Dedue. He has Dedue and her, and it seems something has finally changed. For a second or even less, the young lord turned king has shone through, and she has to grasp this opportunity.

She turns to grab the scissors in a second. And Dimitri uses that time to steal a glance at her. At his professor. At his Byleth. The longing that fills him nauseates him as well. He hates her. He hates everything. Hates every person who ever comes close only for them to go away and then come back and then go away. They will. The only thing he knows is that eventually, surely, they will go.

And he can’t take it any more.

Her hand is cold and Dimitri winces. He wants to keep on rejecting her, on snarling and keeping her away -he never can do it quite right-, she always comes back. With her sweet voice and her soft words, wanting to know about him and his struggles and probing and asking about things he would rather keep buried.

She has come back and he hates her for it. He has already mourned her. Has already cried all of his tears searching for her.

She was gone. Completely gone.

And she took whatever softness he had with her.

Her hand cleans off the bandages on his body and he has to fight the urge to grab them and bring them to his face. To breathe her in properly. Like he hasn’t done before, not since she came back.

His body tenses and he knows he should push her away, bark at her to keep away, as he has done so far. As she has done so far. But Dedue’s return has made him waver, Rodrigue’s death has destabilized him. He didn’t care any more about his losses because he had already lost everything he held dear. He had gone on his own, alone, because if only he was to lose his life…

What did it fucking matter.

And then she found him… just like she promised so many years ago. As if nothing had ever happened. As if she hadn’t disappeared and left him alone.

So utterly and completely alone…

“Just leave me alone,” he breathes. A sigh, a lament he can’t keep inside. A plea for her to keep her distance, because any more than this and…

She doesn’t. Since she has come back, she never leaves. It’s always him walking away while fuming in anger, always him keeping silent even though she makes attempts to communicate with him. Always him staring at her, shooting daggers through his eyes, and she stares back, tense, nervous, until he has to make as if she’s not there. He wishes she weren’t here. He wishes she had gone far away from this place, like the thoughts that betrayed him into the night. Away from here and away from him and happy with someone else. She could do it.

She’s lovable and charming and if she so wanted-

She’s wiping his body with a wet cloth and Dimitri bites his lips to eat the groans that want to escape him. She whispers sorry after sorry and he can’t take it anymore. He doesn’t raise his head, keeps his face hidden against his arm.

“If you’re just going to disappear again then just stop.” He means to say the words with an edge, with a hint of accusation and reproach, all in one. To put the blame on her for his pain and his suffering. But his voice comes out weak and lost and he-

Her hand touches his arm and Dimitri forces himself to remain still. He won’t look at her. He won’t look at her. Her touch is soft and full of care and it crumbles whatever resolve he has left.

Which is nothing.

“Dimitri.” Her voice blesses his ears, full of promises he wants to hear but loathes to be given. With so much love he wants to devour just to spit right back at her feet. “I never-” she starts, and his heart is already heavy with guilt.

He knows. He knows. He has told himself the same story hundreds and thousands of times before. The only reason she would have left him. The only way she would have turned her back on him.

“I know it might not sound like the truth, but I swear I don’t know what happened. I was fighting and then I woke up in the same river… just years later.”

Her fingertips are trembling and she moves them down his arm, to his hand. She wants reassurance too. “Dimitri,” she is so close. So close. “You know I wouldn’t have left you alone like that… right?” Is she crying? “I wouldn’t have-” he can smell her already, how close is she? “I didn’t want to leave you, either.”

She knows. She knows how he feels. Even after being apart for so long, she can still read him with ease. The times when he snarled and remained quiet, he was distant and cold, but not… hateful. He was trying to keep her and everyone away because he had lost so much. And if this is her chance to lay her feelings bare, she will do so. “I wanted to be with you, too. I never wanted to leave.”

He closes his fingers around her hand but doesn’t look at her. And she doesn’t care. This is all she needs, just his heart showing emotion, just himself being open. Just one small gesture is enough for her and she claps her hands over his, she’s trembling and she worries how much that might put Dimitri off this encounter, but she can’t let go of his hand. Not this time. Not ever.

Dimitri moves his head slightly, still mostly hidden behind his shoulder. Byleth looks to the ground, her hands not letting go, and he breaks. “I also wanted to- I didn’t want you to go,” Byleth looks up and he hides again, “I searched for months,” years, even, he would come back to the same place in hopes that she-

His voice quivers and he’s scared now Byleth will realize his feelings and-

“Dimitri,” she whispers, so soft, like she’s caressing him, and he wishes she would-

Her arm surrounds him and though it takes him a second, he falls into their half-embrace. “I’m sorry,” she says and she buries her face on the space between his neck and his shoulder, “I’m sorry.”

“No.” He should apologize, beg even. Why didn’t he let her in before? Why couldn’t he?

He knows. Because he was scared, scared to let her in just to lose her again. He’s scared still, but if he’s to lose people anyway, why can’t he embrace her and touch her as he pleases before it happens?

“I,” he leans into her, “I should be the one apologizing, I-”

Byleth hugs him tighter and it's her obvious need to feel him closer, the way she trembles while clinging to him that makes him break free from her embrace, that makes him stop hiding and face her. His body turned to her, her arms on his hands. She's there, like always, bright-eyed, beautiful and strong. His Byleth.

She looks so perfect, with her surprise on her face, her worry still etched into her body. She's worried he might put up his wall again. He half wants to, the idea that she might reject him still a nagging worry at the back of his head. Her eyes scan him and rest a second longer on his bare chest and that's enough to let him entertain the idea that maybe she desires him in the same way he does.

"I thought you died," his confession breaks his voice, even though he doesn't want it to. Her whole face falls and she tries to come to him again, embrace him in a hug he desperately needs, but he keeps her away still.

If she keeps on coming closer, she must know what he wants from her. She is his mentor and professor, sure, but he no longer wishes to only be seen as her student and subordinate.

He brings her closer bit by bit, relishing in the way her pulse quickens, in the way her cheeks blush. She might… she might want this too.

"I mourned you," he confesses and though he doesn't want to put his professor under distress, knowing that she feels so much for his pain is… exhilarating.

He buries his face on her chest, and it doesn't get lost on him that this is a wish of his that has finally been granted. He lets go of her hands and he feels his heart on his ears, as he wonders what she will finally do.

Push him away and keep her distance? Bring him in further? Pat his back in a polite gesture?

She buries herself on his hair and breaths him in as her arms circle him. "I'm sorry," she says for the umpteenth time and he answers with his arms around her back, pushing her to him even closer. He knows he's crying when he hears her shushing voice, low and soft. And he knows he needs her when he clings to her.

"Don't leave me again," a plea he never wanted to share. Such a burden. "Don't leave me again, please." A cry he wants answered but can't help but feel the fear of rejection creeping around.

Byleth shakes her head vigorously, "I won't," her mouth is close to his neck, so close to his skin. "I will never leave you, Dimitri." She stops herself and puts distance between them, "And, uh, I know what happened before, but, Dimitri, I swear, I would have never left-"

Dimitri stands up, his full height in front of Byleth. He towers over her, his hair falling in curtains around his face, keeping her in focus. "So you won't leave me now?"

His precious, innocent, lovely Byleth gulps down first before speaking the truth in a low and quivering voice he hopes comes from excitement, "Unless Sothis pulls up another one of her tricks… it's the only way I would ever leave you."

Is it a confession? He hopes it is. He wants it to be one. He doubles over, slowly, his eyes fixed on hers, her cheeks grow redder the closer he gets. Can he kiss her?

"May I-?" Taste you? He wants to say, but the word brings him out of his trance and the realization that he may have said that out loud, that his mind is filled with words and actions that he can't bring himself to share make him hesitate and blush profusely.

And Byleth catches onto his hesitation, a small smile blooming onto her face. She frees her hands and brings them to his cheeks. Her fingers are cold to the touch and she drags them gingerly down his face. “May I- may I kiss you?”

He doesn’t know if he nods or not, if he whispers a yes or not, but the next moment he feels her breath on his face and whatever he did, he did good. Her lips on his are the softest, most delicious thing he has ever felt and he knows one thing and one thing only.

He wants more.

He chases after her and he catches himself only when he has to breathe. Byleth is trapped under him, a table beneath her, her lips red and her breath labored. He tries to give her space, “I’m sorry, profe- Byleth.”

But she catches him mid-way, her eyes caught on his face, her hand bringing him closer. “Don’t- don’t go.”

His own temperature rises and he feels his chest raising and falling, too fast, too strained. He catches her eyes and he doubles over before he can think it through. He waits close to her, his lips trembling in anticipation, his nose drowning in her smell.

She smells so damn good.

It’s her, gods, it’s her who brings him down the remaining distance towards her lips and he devours her. His mind is muffled but even then he can hear her sweet moans slipping out, the way she tries to stifle them enough to make him want to hear her screams.

He presses and drags his hands over her body and it’s her own hands covering her mouth that contain her mewls from leaking into the hallways. The thought of somebody else listening to this gives him a second of clarity where he stands and looks at her, worried. She misinterprets him. And her hands reach for his arms, and her body follows his and her face says it all. He kisses her again, but this time he can think.

“We should move to a more private area.”

He blushes as he realizes that this openly indicates he wants to keep doing this and go even further. He’s being conceited, how dare he believe that Byleth would want for more to happen? She’s not pent-up and burning with the desire he feels. If anything, he should give her the opportunity to say no, “If- if you would accept to keep on-”

Her breasts push against his chest and her arms circle his neck, “You-your room or mine?”

He can’t see her face, but the sliver of skin he catches is burning red and he- his blood sings. “Mine, please.” His voice is low and growly and it surprises him. He sounds needy.

He sure as hell feels like it.

Byleth nods against his chest and though they have just decided to move from here, neither moves. Her skin and her body feel too good for Dimitri to let her go, so he waits.

It’s Byleth that puts distance between them, only for her to whisper that she still needs to dress his wound before leaving. Their faces are red as she moves her hands over his body, everything is different, and as if a testament to it, Byleth lays a feather kiss on Dimitri’s shoulder once she’s done. He doesn’t move immediately and Byleth worries he may have changed his mind.

That maybe he realizes this whole thing is just his loneliness speaking.

He turns and looks at her with fire in his eyes, with lust, and Byleth can’t help the relieved breath that escapes her as he brings her face to his, his hand on her neck. It’s chaste compared to the ones he gave her before, and it’s full of promise.

“Let us go,” he growls.

She doesn’t know if the heavens have decided to give them privacy or if Dimitri’s senses are honed so much he can move like this. Evading everything and everyone. Maybe that’s why she had such a hard time locating him. The thought makes her snort and Dimitri turns to her at the sound, his hand squeezing hers. The corner of his mouth rises and Byleth wants to cry, she wants to hug him right here, but he still moves with intention so she follows. Even in the dorms they meet no one. She blushes, she won’t need to bite her hand as much.

The moment Dimitri closes the door to his previous room. To the room that holds so many memories of his student days -so many happy memories-, he turns and Byleth stands there, with her hand grabbing her opposite arm, looking unsure-

No, nervous.

He approaches her and he feels himself straining against his pants. He doesn’t know if she notices, but the thought leaves his mind the moment he touches her. She stands on her tiptoes and brings his face to hers, and now it’s her who initiates their kiss.

He moans and he grabs her body, her hips full, he brings her closer to him. He wishes for her to feel him. His erection, his desire. He wishes to lay her on his bed and stare at her body, naked and wanting. When she falls to his bed he discards his cape in haste, covering her body the moment after.

When is he supposed to take her clothes off? When is he supposed to take his own clothes off? He wonders for a second, but then her hands find his chest and travel down and he can’t remember much.

It’s excruciatingly slow, he feels, the way time passes as her hands linger above his pelvis and tease his groin. He leaves her lips, if only to beg at least for her to touch him. But her eyes twinkle and she smiles and he knows she did this on purpose. She cups him and the groan that leaves him is loud, her own eyes growing big in surprise. He can only wonder how louder will he get when she decides to grace him with her touch, skin on skin.

“Can I?” She starts, and her hands tug at his clothes.

Yes.

Yes, she can.

He doesn’t answer though, not with words at least. He sits on his heels, and begins to take off his clothes one by one. They fly wherever and her laugh at his haste only makes his blood run faster to his groin. He’s unfastening his pants when he wonders if those should come off after. He pauses and looks at Byleth in hopes to find an encouraging nod or something along those lines. But he finds her skin, creamy and soft and she’s also taking her own clothes.

He pounces on her and she shrieks as he begins peppering kisses along her chest, her bra still on. Her arms are stuck on her shirt and her eyes look at him with mirth.

He feels like an animal.

But then she wiggles. “Help me out of this,” her breathing low and lewd and he takes her shirt from her in a trance. Her hands disappear behind her back and then her bra unhooks, her breasts immediately looking bigger now free of restraints.

And gods… how many times did he fantasize this same scenario when he was a student?

Even when he was looking for her, even after she found him.

He has always desired her.

Her arm covers her chest even after taking her bra, her own face now flushed red, the color reaching her chest. He wants to bite her.

So he does. She yelps as he nips her skin but now both her arms are on his shoulders, and he can finally look at her naked underneath him. There’s no damn way she doesn’t see his erection now. Or feel it. Because he’s sure he’s going to become undone soon just because of the friction between their bodies. A small part of his brain is ashamed of this, but then he reins in on himself, whatever, he doesn’t care. Even if this whole affair came down to him spilling himself inside his pants.

It would still be the best memory he could ever ask for.

Her moans fill the room and Dimitri feels pride inside his chest. Because he did that. He barely knows what it is he did, but his mouth is doing something right over her chest, and that’s all that matters. “Dimitri.” His name had never sounded so sweet. “Touch me.”

His hand travels down in a second and Byleth pushes against the bed. She’s warm. Warmer over her sex. And if he remembers something from the time when things were different and his only problems were being surrounded by his fellow students is the information Sylvain showered him with. He had blushed fiery red and he hadn’t been able to say anything back, but. Thanks, Sylvain.

Byleth squirms under him, mewling at his caresses. Their clothes come off bit by bit, in between hot kisses and touches that neither seem to find as satisfactory anymore. Always a bit more, a hand that reaches lower, a kiss that somehow grows even hotter. Their thirst is never quenched and so they drink and bite and follow their bodies.

The air cools his skin, where Byleth has left wet kisses, and his heft sits proud against her sex. They are going to do this and he doesn’t know how to feel.

Byleth grabs his hand, her eyes filled with lust. “I’m ready.”

Oh, he has been ready since day one. This is a dream come true. No, scratch that, this is a dream. He still can’t believe this is actually happening.

Not to him.

But her touch is hot and her kisses still linger, and maybe he can’t trust himself but fuck if he would ever again doubt her again. Against everything he had ever thought. She trusts him, she wants him, she -he lets himself believe- loves him.

And he loves her, too. And before he goes down this path, he wants her to know it. That this is not a spur of the moment. That this is something he has coveted- that she is someone he has coveted since the moment he spoke to her. That he knows that if she had been with him all these years, he wouldn’t have fallen so low, it was her loss -the loss of someone so pivotal to his life- that brought in thoughts and feelings and memories he couldn’t fight.

That he would have fought harder if she had been with him.

That he-

“I love you,” he breathes.

She raises her arms and calls for him, her eyes full of unshed tears. Her kisses are soft and gentle and he can feel his heart thumping and squeezing in his chest all at once. And the words that have come out of his mouth feel so real he can’t help but repeat them. “I love you.” Byleth chuckles, a sound wet and full of glee he can’t help but want to hear again. “I-”

“I love you,” she interrupts and it’s now his time to feel the tears coming. “I love you.” Her mouth to his, her hands to his chest, to his back, to his sex. “I love you. I always have.”

Her fingers trace his shaft and yes, he wants to move forward too. He needs the physical confirmation of their words, he needs to feel her engulfing him and all that he is. Because he is hers. He buries his moan against her neck at the same time he pushes into her and the feeling is enough to make him go still as a statue, because, oh, oh, he won’t be able to stop. So he waits, and kisses every part of Byleth he gets access to, waiting for her forehead to relax, for her hands to loosen and stop her nails from digging into his skin.

Though he would love to get that reaction after a while as a result of their passion.

He waits for her, and it’s Byleth who starts their movement again. As her body grows used to Dimitri’s, as the tightness is no longer at the forefront of her mind, but rather the way Dimitr’s skin feels, or the smell of his body -now so very close to her- and the growing plea from her own depths of wanting to feel herself full and sated and the way she knows how to achieve this is close at hand. With him.

There is a moment of anxiousness as their bodies meet one another and she realizes the noise that engulfs them. Enough for anyone outside to hear, enough for this to be known. And she knows Dimitri knows it too, the smirk that comes easy to his face is telling, the hunger washing over his face as his bed creaks and whines under them, his movements only growing sharper and more powerful.

He wants for this to happen, and it’s that knowledge that lets Byleth burty herself in only the pleasure and the way her feelings rise more and more. Her hands trying to find an anchor and finding it in Dimitri’s back. His mouth deliciously close to her neck, his breaths washing over her skin, his moans reaching her ears.

It’s his hunger that makes her slither and squirm under him, trying to find him and match him. And it’s his groans of pleasure that undo her, her muscles tensing and her voice echoing inside this room, and everything vanishes. A blissful second in which she only feels Dimitri’s body against her, his warmth reaching her inside, his labored breathing drowning her own.

His body drops over her and though he moves to free her from his weight, she keeps him in place. Her mouth to his shoulder, her breathing still and her body still reeling from the spasms her orgasm has brought. “Don’t go,” she manages.

His body shakes with one scoff full of mirth, “I wouldn’t even think about it.” His body slowly pressing onto her, their skin still blissfully sensitive. “I’m not going anywhere,” he says, and then after a second, “if you’ll have me.“

It’s her turn to scoff a laugh, “Yes. Yes, stay with me.”

He nuzzles into her neck and nips at her skin. Let’s himself settle, “Okay.”

If it’s Byleth asking for it.

“Okay,” whatever she needs.

#fire emblem #dimileth #byleth x dimitri #dimitri x byleth #dimitri fire emblem #fe3h dimitri #one-shot

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Ch.15: What comes after (3)

Itachi enters the room with the barest of signs of exertion, of anxiousness, signs he’s sure his brother is trying to hide.

But he can see them. His brother has always been eager for an opportunity with Sasuke, for a slip of Sasuke’s rightful anger in which he’s sure he’ll be able to wiggle into. Sasuke has never given him a chance, has never felt the slightest compassion for the man.

But he can try to feign it.

He doesn’t even have to act tired or be out of it. He is. The drugs have been upped and his control, already fucking awful, is now almost nonexistant. He’s sure any attempt to use chakra would do more damage than anything else.

So he looks pathetic. If his brother can gain favor by playing the pity card, so fucking can he.

“Sasuke, are you all right?”

The poor sap looks actually worried and he looks back at the same Sakura that drugged Sasuke before. She probably didn’t think this all through, huh, don’t they know Itachi’s guilt outweighs everything in him? That the only reason he hasn’t killed himself is because he believes that saving Sasuke’s life is his comeuppance. That he doesn’t really care about what Sasuke wants as long as he follows through with his righteous path? Sasuke can only grit his teeth in mockery, maybe his righteousness took a vacation when he killed his own parents. Who can fucking know?

Sasuke moans an answer and he can see Sakura’s eyes squinting. At least she’s not that fucking dumb, but it doesn’t matter, because brother dearest will do something about her somehow. Sasuke moves his hands and fingers as if he’s experimenting with their movement. As if he’s making sure they are actually there, and maybe he should be thanking this Sakura for the drugs, because now the signals he’s sending his brother through his fingers looks unassuming and frankly pathetic to whoever watches.

“Is he all right?” His brother asks with the perfect touch of actual worry and anxiousness in his voice. Sasuke wants to bark a laugh, stand and clap, can you see what a great fucking ninja his brother is?

Sakura mumbles one thing and another about Sasuke’s current status, and Sasuke can already see his brother’s gears turning this way or another. Sasuke has asked for time alone and maybe his brother is actually thinking of killing this Sakura for a chance at redemption. Who knows. What he does know is that now that he’s asked for this, he will have his chance to speak alone with Itachi sooner than later. A couple of days at most. Maybe he will come in the middle of the night. But he’ll fulfill this request.

It’s as if the gods are smiling down upon him. Itachi stands -surely to look sadder and wedge himself deeper into the woman’s pity-, but then there’s a roar outside the room. Screams and the rattling of metal against metal, things falling to the floor and the unmistakable shouts of help from those that are in charge of this place.

Nobody moves and Sasuke only keeps on his pitiful act while Itachi moves to the window with obvious curiosity. This Sakura doesn’t move, her eyes steal a glance through the window and then travel back to Sasuke with the barest of hesitations. Tough crowd.

But then the noise grows bigger and it seems a huge influx of people has just arrived. And then, -by miracle, of course,- a black haired woman rushes to their room, opens the door wide open and grabs Sakura.

“We need you.”

But this Sakura only frowns, looks pointedly at Itachi and Sasuke, “I can’t.”

“We need you,” the woman repeats, stressing the words, her fingers digging into Sakura’s arm. And then there’s a flash of recognition in both women, “It won’t be long,” the woman assures this Sakura and then they rush out the room. Leaving the door open -a warning,- and the brothers are alone.

And Sasuke almost wants to fucking howl in victory. His eyes land on Itachi, who just stands where he is, his back to him, his eyes glued to the mayhem outside. “What is it you need, Sasuke?” His mouth a line, yet his voice still carrying all the way to the other side.

“Info.”

And when Sakura comes back, a mere couple of minutes later, she stares, but Sasuke is just too tired to keep on talking and Itachi shares he just wanted to know when he would be able to be out of this shithole -a grimace on his face,- and that they barely spoke because his brother was much too under the influence of drugs.

And could you try to be more careful in the future? If it’s not too much to ask.

This Sakura nods and they leave. And though Itachi managed to answer Sasuke’s questions, and though he doubts this information will be able to travel outside the compound, Sakura is now a little harsher, a little colder.

And Itachi keeps quiet and follows. Because as much as he is grateful to the Uzumaki clan, as much as their kindness fills him with hope and happiness, his allegiance is to Sasuke and Sasuke alone. Even if it comes down to Itachi’s own detriment, even if it puts him in a tough spot.

That’s just how it is.

•···•···•

“Sir,” the man enters, slightly out of breath, his eyes sweeping through the room in order to find-

Madara’s black eyes look back and he stares, waiting for him to continue.

“The Eight-Tales is here, sir, but he’s really unstable, if you could-”

Madara’s long black hair sways as he stands and walks out of the room. “I’ll take care of it, keep on with the plan for the Six-Tails.”

“Yes, sir. The Three-Tails was a bust, sir.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Madara shrugs. “We don’t need weak ones.”

The man huffs and puffs and groans in pain and Madara brings him to his eye-level with no care at all. His eyes grow red, with his Sharingan circling around inside, his chakra manages the Beast Tamer’s and the man grows silent. But this is temporary. They sealed the Beast with zero attention to the actual process, they just need it to go off inside the Uzumaki compound and wreak havoc. That’s all the man is worth.

That’s all Madara needs. So it doesn’t matter that he will be unconscious until they start their plan. It doesn’t even matter that this man will not be able to control his own Beast. Because it’s not his.

It’s Madara’s. And he needs only his Sharingan to make the Beast do his bidding.

•···•···•

Sai stares at the young lord. His sleeping face calm and quiet.

“You can hold him, you know?” Lady Hinata says, her voice low and stable. A little detached, but Sai doesn’t take it to heart. He knows it’s the way she has learned to control her stutter.

He shakes his head, “I don’t know how, my lady.” But Lady Hinata frowns at him.

“Neither did I, you can l-learn.” She grimaces at her slip but then breathes out in one sharp breath. “Here,” she moves to him, and though Sai puts his hands up in surrender and keeps on assuring her that he is in no way qualified to do this, he ends up with Lord Boruto on his arms, a couple of pointers given by Lady Hinata. “Keep his head steady and… support his body.”

Lord Boruto sleeps and sleeps and he barely notices the change around him, aside from a little pucker of his lips as Sai settles his body into his arms. “Is it all right?” he asks, and Lady Hinata just smiles as an answer. Her fingers dragging across Lord Boruto’s cheek with obvious care.

“He doesn’t seem bothered,” she whispers. And Sai stares at Lord Boruto again. So very small and so very frail.

Sakura finds them huddled together, speaking in hushed voices she at first mistakes for Lady Hinata’s attempts at conquering her stammer, but then, as she comes closer, she realizes they’re just gushing about the young lord, and it’s just their attempt to keep from disturbing him. It’s endearing. “Good job, Sai, handling the young lord.”

Sai looks at her and manages a smile. Something Sakura has seen a bunch of times, practiced and studied, of course, but this one is genuine and it takes her aback. Sai looks younger. Maybe even his age.

Lady Hinata presses her index finger to the young lord, a small smile on her face. “It’s good for Sai to know how to handle Boruto,” a pause to control her breathing, “in case anything happens, you know.” She smiles back at Sakura, proud of the way her words flew out of her mouth.

But Sai frowns, “Nothing will happen to you,” his eyes linger on Lady Hinata.

And she shrugs, “In case something happens.”

“And nothing will,” he repeats.

Lady Hinata looks at Sakura, as if asking for help. Her eyes bright and big and Sakura wants to side with Sai, tell her and assure her that nothing will ever be able to go past them. That she and the young lord are safe, that she has nothing to worry. She really wants to side with Sai, would love to, but she knows she can’t. “The lady is right, Sai.” He frowns at her and Sakura is almost relieved at that. “If it comes down to it, you and her are to leave me behind, and then, if something were to follow you two…”

Lady Hinata nods as she talks, “You’re the only one who can f-fly, Sai.”

“You’re in no shape to fight,” he snaps, and no one chastizes him, because they know he’s saying out of loyalty. “You’re still recuperating from- from Lord Boruto’s birth.”

And Lady Hinata is smiling so softly Sai has to look away. “Which is why I wouldn’t be able to protect my son, right? Even if I- even if I wanted to.”

“You won’t have to,” Sai says, obstinate.

“And if I can at l-least work as a decoy, then I… I will gladly do so.”

And not even Sai can refute her words, but he doesn’t want to give this train of thought any power. None at all. So he remains silent, stubborn, and as such he only says, “You won’t have to,” again. But this time a little lower, a little less rough and as he gazes at Lord Boruto.

He knows when it comes down to it. He will have to.

•···•···•

Ino finds Lord Naruto with his face on his hands, with papers thrown around him, no order whatsoever to be seen.

"My lord."

Naruto doesn't move, but he breathes out deep and slowly. "Go ahead."

"I guess Shikamaru got here already with the news about the Beasts…"

"Kiba, actually" Naruto corrects, then scoffs a little. "You think bringing the Four-Tails as a weapon will help us?" Ino remains silent, and Naruto barely waits before he continues, "because Madara seems super chill with collecting them, so maybe he is able to control them. Like actually controlling them."

"I would hope he can only keep control of one or two at most, my lord."

"I would hope he tries to control one and then gives himself an aneurysm or something, he can drop dead for all I care. That would be excellent." His hands drag down his hair, barely an inch, his fingers digging into the skin. "Fucker had to come back now, huh."

"My lord," Ino says and her voice is all business, so Naruto whines.

"What is it?"

"Itachi and Sasuke, sir."

"Great."

"Nothing happened, but they managed to be alone for a couple of minutes -nothing they could have planned,- but their attitude seemed suspicious nonetheless."

"Doesn't matter. We never trusted them anyway."

Ino thins her lips. Because she hadn't trusted them at all, but Itachi had always looked so genuine, so real… and she only smirks. She was trained to be a spy and charisma worked wonders for her, but it would seem that looking pitiful was just as good a tool. "Just wanted to let you know, my lord. Don't trust them."

"Roger that."

Ino should leave, but Lord Naruto is still hunched over and he hasn't looked at her once. And the idea that he hasn't looked at her to keep his emotions at bay -to keep his tears hidden- is enough to make her hesitate. To make sure to assuage his feelings somewhat. "My lord." Naruto makes a noise as an answer. "We will protect you with our life."

Lord Naruto’s back hunches even further, as if that were possible, and then he raises his head. His eyes are bloodshot and tired, and his face does wear the signs of some shed tears, but he smiles. "Do I look that fucking bad for all of you to come and swear on your lives? Fuck, I have to rein on myself." He barks a laugh, shakes his head and then assumes the position he likes. His chin on his hand, his elbow resting on his leg. "Ino, don't you fucking die."

Ino bows and leaves, Lord Naruto's shouts right at her back. "You heard me, Ino!"

But as long as she doesn't acknowledge it, she can make it as if she didn't.

#naruto #naruhina #Naruto Uzumaki #Hinata Hyuga #uzumaki naruto #hyuga hinata #beast tamers #ch.15 #part 3

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Ch.15: What comes after (2)

Lady Yugito lets all her weight fall into her chair. Tired after another week of report after report of movements and rumors that do nothing to help her situation.

Or that of any other Beast Tamer.

The news don’t surprise her, everything written there she has already heard and the only reason for this is the new found friendship she has developed with the One-Tail. Who is always quick to remind her that whatever he knows is because of the Nine-Tails.

A group she has learned to trust and though sometimes she wonders whether she would have had a better chance with another clique, Lord Gaara shows some type of goodwill that only serves to strengthen her resolve.

She’s going down with them.

Or maybe they’ll win and she'll get a cozy vacation after all this.

She eyes the report on her hands and dreads to read the pages her guard has already briefed her in. It’s dumb. As if she somehow believed that the attack on the summit and then the attack on their meeting could mean anything other than a full-on attack against them. An attack on the Beast Tamers. To what they represent, to what they mean to their respective clans.

Without them in the picture treaties and borders grow blurry. Without them as a threat, what? What could possibly deter the clans who can’t get their hands on a Beast from attacking another clan who just lost theirs?

In a world where Beast Tamers are no more, a new foundation must be found.

And a clan like hers, where the assurance of a Beast Tamer has protected their meager territory from other bigger and more powerful clans, this whole thing brings nothing but uncertainties.

Her council has egged her to use the Four-Tails as a bargaining chip, and in any other circumstances she would have given it some serious thought.

But now…

She needs the old man to hang on till she can use him as a weapon. And she can’t help but feel glad everything is happening fast.

Her usefulness grows exponentially and her nerves- her nerves will finally have a good needed rest. She wonders about her other comrades, and can only feel sorry for the Nine-Tails. What timing this is.

She stares at the ceiling long enough and then reads through the papers. The Utakata clan reporting suspicious movement near their territory, especifically near the secret location of the Six-Tails.

The same information they received from the Han clan, who were protecting and trying their best to own the territory surrounding the summit, where the Five-Tails was sealed as a last attempt.

Lady Yugito is interrupted as she’s growing bored of the documents in front of her. The guard looks winded and before she speaks, Lady Yugito knows what she’s going to say.

“My lady, the Karatachi clan has-” a gasp of air, “they have been attacked.”

Lady Yugito expects some sort of reaction coming, but she feels calm and the only thing that comes out of her mouth is, “Yeah, makes sense.”

She could bet the Three-Tails has disappeared.

•···•···•

Gaara drags his fingers down the stones of his necklace. The same necklace Itachi brought to the Nine-Tails and that Shikamaru offered to Gaara.

Temari sits down next to him unceremoniously. Her eyes glancing at his hand, the green shine enough to make her look away, knowing full well what the necklace means to Gaara.

“If shits goes down,” she starts, but Gaara -like never before- chuckles.

“When shits goes down,” he says. And the tension this conversation was establishing goes down the window, Temari’s eyes go wide and she stares at her brother. He smiles at her, and it breaks her heart knowing why he’s letting his usual demeanor drop. “I’ll be at the front of it, as all Beast Tamers will be.”

“Kankuro and I will be at Lord Naruto’s side, Gaara, I promise. I swear we will do our utmost to protect him, so you can just-”

He listens to her, though his eyes travel from her face to the garden. His hand at his neck, his fingers touching the necklace -as if making sure it’s still there. “Please,” she tries, Kankuro and her wishes are on her shoulders, “I swear we will lay our lives if necessary-”

“Temari.”

“So you expect us to watch our little brother go face a monster and risk his life while we- while we stay back and watch?”

“While you stay and protect our land and our people.”

“But that’s your duty!” She stands, her eyes searching for his. But he keeps on looking forward, unperturbed.

“You are the clan leader, Gaara, not us. Please, let us go protect Lord Naruto… you stay with our people.”

“I owe him a great de-”

“So do we.” His eyes travel to hers. Black surrounding it, but even the eyeliner isn’t enough to hide his dark circles. “Gaara, we couldn’t do anything for you when we were children, at least let us help you like this.”

“You aren’t at fault for what happened back then.”

The red-headed boy screamed as their father dragged him down the hallways, Temari and Kankuro still and petrified at the sight. If they didn’t move, that man wouldn’t see them, and if he didn’t see them…

“We did nothing and that still weighs heavy on us.”

“You were children, Temari.”

“So were you. And if you’re arguing with age, you are the youngest and still the one with- with-”

All the responsibilities and burdens they couldn’t manage, the pain they dodged. They hid and held their breaths and hoped that nothing happened to them.

And nothing did. But then the brother that came back was quiet and somber and dark and nothing like the bright-eyed child that would follow them and laugh as they played.

And it was their fault.

“Fuck, please don’t die.”

“I don’t intend on dying, Temari.”

But his hands keep on touching that necklace and Temari can’t say anything else. She walks to her brother and envelops him in a hug. She knows this brother they got back was all thanks to Lord Naruto and if only her life was the price she would pay it without a thought.

Just not her brother. Not her baby brother, please.

“Kankuro will give you a whole other spiel, be warned.”

Gaara scoffs that low laugh she has learned to love, and he hugs her back. As a Beast Tamer, as a clan leader, the Sand needs him and as his bodyguard she will protect him.

But as a brother, she can’t bear the thought of seeing him in danger and she will blow herself up before anything happens to him.

•···•···•

Sakura enters his room and checks his vitals. She checks his IV and his bandages and his leg. He hasn’t even tried standing up, it feels and looks better than when he first arrived, but the mere thought of putting his whole weight on it is enough to send shivers down his spine.

It’s routine, all of this, and he can recite from memory what this Sakura will check and do. Even the conversations she strikes with him are redundant.

He doesn’t know if it’s because he’s become bored out of his mind or because today of all days this Sakura acts so badly like a Sakura that he can’t bear it.

“Where’s she?”

She doesn’t even flinch. And he’s tired of this.

“Who do you mean?”

“Sakura.”

She looks confused and geez, yes, he knows they act like Sakura does. But he spent a bunch of time in this room alone with her and fuck if he wasn’t gonna try to use whatever she could give him to aid his clan. He knows how she looks at him. With contempt and the unflinching assurance that even if he tried to do something, she would obliterate him.

Some of them avoid his gaze immediately and this one looks at him with pity. He hates this one most of all.

“Sakura,” he repeats, “the real one.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Sakura keeps on doing her work and he can’t find even one thing out of place. Aside from her fucking aura, she’s the perfect Sakura double. But he needs more information. Time has passed and if his calculations are correct, Madara is soon to attack.

“If she’s not here she’s with the Nine-Tails wife, right? Is she in labor already? Soon? You do know Madara will come raining down on you as soon as she starts giving birth, right? Can you imagine how the Nine-Tails will react when he sees his wife’s body dead on the ground? And the child, of course, dead.”

“I don’t know how you think that is supposed to rile me up, but, huh, good try, I guess. You aren’t getting anything out of me and, well,” her syringe plunges into his IV bag and she gives him a smirk as she fills it up, “it’s not like you’re getting out of here, boy.”

“We’ll see about that, bitch.” He expects to say the words with venom but the liquid makes him nauseous and he blinks to keep the blurry out of his eyes. “What did you do?” His words come out slurred and his chakra feels even more muddled.

“Next time try not to antagonize your doctor, Uchiha, it can bite you in the ass.”

“You won’t kill me.”

“No, I can’t kill you. But I can make it so your stomach churns and your head floats and maybe, if I feel like it, I will make it so that you can’t feel your hands and legs. I don’t know, we’ll see.”

Sasuke opens his mouth, because he isn’t sure he can do that anymore, his jaw feels tight, but he’s sure his mouth is open. He watches as drools fall to the sheets. Focus. She’s riled up, now’s the time. “My brother…”

Sakura raises an eyebrow, “Now you’re worried about your brother?”

His brother has earned their trust. Their pity, their empathy, whatever is it, Itachi has made it so they care something for him and that’s enough for Sasuke to exploit. He thought they would use Itachi as a weapon, he had hoped for it, for that bastard to die at the hands of Madara out there in the woods, alone and with nobody to witness his death. But his pathetic act is enough to buy him compassion and now he knows they won’t send Itachi to die just to get rid of him.

He’s the bad brother and Itachi is the good one and if that gives him one piece of information is that-

“Where’s my brother?”

“I can call for him if you want.”

“Yes.”

“Yes?” The room turns and turns but even then he can feel her antagonizing him. But he’s weak now. He’s on the receiving end.

“Yes, please.”

She leaves with nothing but an annoyed humph, but as long as she calls for Itachi that’s all good. He already knows his position in all this. He’s useless to Madara. His body hasn’t healed and he would rather eat his shoes before getting all buddy-buddy with this whole lot. No, fuck that.

He knows there’s an easier way. Itachi has wormed himself into this place with everything Sasuke hates about him. That guilt he seems to wear like a mantle everywhere he goes for the things he himself did.

Fine. He’s the good brother, so if he’s such a good brother won’t he listen to his dear little brother? Share information he has to this poor weakened dumb idiot that doesn’t know what he’s doing?

He isn’t useful to Madara in battle, and If he can’t prove himself useful in battle, for fuck’s sake, he would at least bring useful information to him.

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Ch.15: What comes after (1)

Naruto barely looks up from his papers when the door opens. He scans and scans the documents laid before him, as if reading them faster could give him some type of edge against his enemies. He knows it doesn’t work that way, but-

He follows the hand that leaves a cup of tea at the edge of his desk and his dad’s blue eyes are so full of emotion he knows immediately he’s in for a lecture.

A lecture he knows by heart now, but that at this time will only make him feel worse.

His father also knows that. So he only clears his throat, “Are you feeling better?”

Naruto doesn’t respond right away, because for a lie to look convincing he has to put effort into it and because if he answers hurriedly his desperation will only be more evident. He sips the tea and the liquid warms his throat. He scoffs, his dad always knows best when he needs a break. And it’s the many teas he has been given over the years that remind him that he shouldn’t have to put up a front.

Especially not in front of his dad. Especially not now. Not when he needs his dad the most.

“I’m feeling better,” he says. And he feels his father’s stare still. “I’ll feel better when we’re done with this whole bullshit, to be honest.”

He doesn’t look at his father, because he knows the look he has on his face already. Worried and pained and distraught. So Naruto does what he does best. “How are you feeling?”

His father huffs, of course he knows why Naruto is changing the subject. He lets him. “I’m all right, son, doing my best to support you.”

“And I’m-” Naruto is quick to add, he finally looks at his father, “I’m thankful.”

Blue eyes on blue eyes and Naruto begins to feel his chest tighten, just like when he came back. “I-”

“It’s okay, son.” His eyes are so full of understanding it makes Naruto feel guilty. “You’re under a lot of stress.”

“Fuck,” Naruto scoffs, “fuck, yeah, yeah I am. I-” he puts his tea down, seeing as his body is beginning to tremble and he can’t control it. ”I-” he can’t find the words and he hates he’s feeling this way again. He had been fine when he got back to the compound. He had given orders and put himself to work and he had focused and the thoughts in his head got quiet. But now… now in front of his father. “I have no idea what to do, dad.”

His head falls to his hand and thoughts of Hinata and Boruto fill his mind. Thoughts he knows will only frustrate him, infuriate him, and those thoughts, those feelings- as a Beast Tamer he shouldn’t linger on them, fuck-

“Naruto,” his father’s voice echoes through and Naruto focuses. He slowly gets out of it and he breathes out, he’s fine.

“You didn’t see him, dad.”

It takes a second for Minato to understand, but then he sits on the chair on the other side of the table and he smiles, “Your son, you mean?”

Naruto closes his eyes and he lets his body rest on his chair. He lets himself swim through the few memories he got to share with his child. “He’s perfect,” he whispers.

And Minato can’t help but remember Naruto when he was a child, too, “I’m sure.”

“What if- what if something happens to them, dad?”

“Don’t think about it.”

But he does. He can’t help but do it. And then his mind jumps to the only other people he knows went through the same shit. “How did mom do this? Shit, how did Grandma Mito do this?”

“Son…”

Grandma Mito he can somewhat understand, Hashirama Senju was strong enough to protect his wife and his daughter and not worry about any other fucker around. Naruto laughs. Not even Madara Uchiha was a problem to him. Not like Naruto.

His mother… she had his father, acclaimed Minato Namikaze. And even with his protection she-

Alone and with a child to care for. Naruto had of course thought about it, he knew his father’s hardships regarding his own upbringing. The way the man went far and beyond to give him a somewhat happy childhood, the pressure of being in charge of the next Beast Tamer, the next head of the clan.

They bonded over the loss of his mother. An emptiness that never left, that they both carefully protected and cared for. And emptiness they embraced. Naruto thought his pain over the loss of his mother had been the same as his father.

But he had always been the child and the one who received the pats and the coos and the warm teas deep into the night when the pain was too great to bury. His father-

He had cried, sure, and Naruto had given the man the alone time he needed, had sat near his father when emotion overcame him and Naruto was still in the room. But Naruto hadn’t-

He hadn’t understood-

Naruto’s eyes are glossy and he looks at his father with a new-found respect and admiration that overwhelms him. “How did you do it?”

Minato holds his son’s gaze just for a second. The question nestles itself too deep, leaving him without air for a while. The pain of her absence flares like always and this time he can’t keep the pain out of his voice, he can’t quite cover the cracks that come out and he can’t- he can’t look at Naruto again. “I had you.”

Kushina’s body laid bloody and cold and mangled and he gave himself a moment to let his screams tear through his body. To let the rage burn through him, the pain crushing his chest and leaving him gasping for air. A second. Only a second, before he had to take control of their clan and protect what was left of them.

“I had to protect you.”

Naruto stands and walks to his father in reverent silence. This man had overcome the loss of his loved one and lived to tell the tale. Fuck, he had survived it while raising a child and without losing his smile nor his patience nor his kindness nor-

Naruto brings his father in for a hug, like his father has done so many, many times for him before. He grabs his father's clothes a little too hard, and maybe he presses his father's head to his body a little too harshly. But his father brings a trembling hand to him and although with no sound, he knows the man is crying by the shakes of his shoulders.

Naruto doubles over and covers his father with his body.

Unfair, everything is unfair. But what's more unfair in all of this is the fact that Naruto can't help but think that this man, this man who has gone through hell and come back with a smile still in place will be able to overcome everything.

Everything thrown at him.

As long as he has something to protect, something he feels responsible for.

And Naruto doesn't share his thoughts, he only hugs his dad tighter, but deep inside him there is the slightest relief, the most innocuous of joys.

This man right here would be capable of moving forward even with the loss of his son. And Naruto can only cling to his dad and cry over the man's hardships.

He is so, so, "Thank you," so infinitely grateful.

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Itachi feels himself walking almost with familiarity down the hallways. Ino at his back, she makes small talk with him he can’t reject. Her casualness is a gift he had almost forgotten. How many years had he kept quiet and almost afraid of how his words would be used against him?

What did it mean that only here has he found himself relaxed enough to relish idle talk? He can’t help the soft smile that overcomes him as Ino shares tidbits of information. Nothing important, but things that make her giggle and that make Itachi smirk. A trained ninja in the art of charisma, he’s sure. He doesn’t mind, he lets himself be deluded.

Nothing matters anyway.

Lord Naruto welcomes him with the soft smile he usually wears and his face remains stoic as always. And though Itachi shares with him news about Madara’s advance troops already on the move, of spies being sent and surrounding or already inside their posts, Lord Naruto’s face stays fixated on his, blue eyes unwavering. Prepared maybe? Or already distanced from this whole affair?

When Itachi finishes talking Lord Naruto keeps his stance, his hand on his chin, he’s the definition of contemplative. When Lord Naruto brushes his hand in the air, letting Itachi know he’s free to go, he stands still. He can feel Ino’s frown.

“Can I see my brother?”

Lord Naruto’s eyebrows rise but he’s more surprised than suspicious. “If you bring Ino with you, you can, yes.”

“Thank you, my lord.”

Their walk towards the infirmary is silent and though Itachi misses Ino’s voice he makes no attempts at conversation. He knows how this must look to others. He’s no outsider to how he’s viewed by those around him. Doesn’t matter where he’s at, because he himself destroyed his own very place.

“You know,” Ino says abruptly, “you remind me of someone I know.”

“Do I?”

“Yes, though with one big difference.” Itachi doesn’t turn, in fear of upsetting her further by not following the rules. “He also has trouble communicating with others, you know.” And Itachi can’t even argue in his defense. “But at least he tries. He’s bad at it though,” she snickers. “He sucks at it,” she continues, “but you couldn’t blame him for trying, whereas you…”

She walks to his side, then in front of him, she’s looking at him directly and it’s him who evades her gaze. “I don’t know what you did for you to feel this way, you know, but whatever it is you’re trying to do…” she remembers the way Sasuke spat his words at his brother, the way he would react whenever Itachi’s name was pronounced, “I don’t really think it’s going to work the way you want it.”

Itachi winces without meaning to and he has to keep the hurt out of his face. “I know,” he whispers. Because he does, he has always known. But that doesn’t keep him from trying, it can’t keep him from trying. “I know what I did can’t be forgiven.”

“I don’t mean only that, the way you just… suck it up, Itachi, whatever it is you did, you can’t keep your feelings just bottling up, and- jeez, just don’t let your brother shit all over you. That’s it.”

She scoffs and turns around, starts walking without him. He has to catch up and the turmoil of things he wants to share, to say, and knowing that he can’t is enough to leave him speechless. Ino glares back a few times, but he keeps his head down, all the way into Sasuke’s room.

“Can’t fucking believe you’re back here, get the fuck out.”

Sasuke snarls and tries his best to pierce through Itachi and make him nervous enough, ashamed enough, to leave him alone. The man keeps his head down and his arms on his legs, looking like a sappy fuck on the chair, and Sasuke is set to keep on lashing out at him, but then he feels a stare and he’s surprised to see the blonde woman sending daggers his way.

“What, you feeling sorry for this fuck?”

“He’s your brother.”

Sasuke guffaws. He coughs a couple of times from the surprise and he has to sit upright until he breathes normally again. “Oh, gods, just tell them, please, this is infuriating.” Sasuke points at his brother, and he can’t let the words out immediately, memories flooding his brain. “He-” his voice will break if he keeps on talking, so he stops. “Tell her, you coward,” he grunts. He can’t help but feel pure rage at the thought that these people -any people, really- can feel a speck of sympathy for this man. Not him. Not him, “Tell her.”

Itachi keeps his head down and even Sasuke can feel shame coming from the man. Good. “He killed people from our clan, right, that you know, but who did he kill, that is the question, ask him, who did you kill, ask him, go ahead.” His voice trembles with rage or pain or whatever the hell, and he doesn’t care, he wants to see this man wallow in misery. His jaw is shut tight and his words come out barely audible, but audible enough for this prodigy he had for a brother, “tell her.”

“Our parents,” Itachi relents after a short silence. Soft and barely audible, a man admitting to a crime he feels ashamed of. “Our mother and father,” he breathes, astonishment on his voice, as if he himself can’t believe the words that are coming out of his mouth.

Ino keeps silent and stands still as a rock. Itachi turns to her and his face is full of guilt and shame, “I’m sorry.” For hearing this or for his crime, she doesn’t know, but then Itachi stands, his head still turned down.

“What are your plans after Madara is gone?”

Sasuke roars in laughter, “He’s gonna kill all of you, you dumb fuck, he’s gonna obliterate every little one of yo-”

“What are you going to do after Madara is gone?”

And Sasuke breathes out a little too hard, surprised at this stance, at this self-assurance. “Kill your ass,” he snaps. He expected some hurt or surprise, wanted to see it, but Itachi wears the same resigned face he always has.

“And what are you going to do after both Madara and I are gone?”

It takes Sasuke a second to answer this question, “what?” and he doesn’t have an answer.

“After Madara is dead, and then after you kill me, what are you going to do?”

Sasuke shakes his head, rationalizes this as a trick from Itachi to confuse him, “Shut up.”

“Sasuke, I-” Itachi stops mid sentence and takes a breath, “Father and mother would have liked for you to have a happy life, Sasuke, I’m sure.”

“Shut up.”

“You should think about it.”

“Shut up!”

“What comes after.”

Sasuke reaches for the IV on his arms and Ino jumps to keep him in place. Itachi leaves the room immediately after. Leaving a screaming Sasuke behind, thrashing about, thinking about things he would rather not.

Sasuke howls and the sound follows Itachi until he’s out of the infirmary.

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Ch.14: Finding light (4)

Boruto is small. Too small. His whole body is Naruto’s hand, his hands are minuscule, his feet are teeny tiny. The baby sleeps most of the time and then fuzzes till Hinata feeds him. He also fuzzes when he needs to be burped, or changed.

Naruto has taken charge of those these past few days, under the tired gaze of Hinata and Sai and Sakura’s intense stares. He has gotten better.

Boruto breathes in deeply on his chest, his little hairs still don’t cover his head, but the blonde is there and Naruto lets his fingers gingerly trace over his son’s skull.

These past few days have been… terrifying.

Enlightening, as well. Seeing Hinata again - with his child - has only renewed his fears and worries. And as the days have gone by, as his son changes and grows his heart feels heavy and worn. This small child, his child, is to be a vessel in the future. Knowing what it entails… he can’t bear it. Not with his son on his chest, breathing peacefully and grabbing at his clothes in his sleep.

Not now, not ever. Thoughts of his father fill his mind and it makes him want to take the man and assure him that he did nothing wrong. He did what he had to. He had no other choice available.

… and he has to stop thinking. Because then he realizes he also has very little alternatives and he knows he would never be able to forgive himself if Boruto ever had to take on his burden.

No matter how much his child told him otherwise.

He tries to come up with ways in which he could spare Boruto of his duties and many of them come down to going Beast Tamer to Beast Tamer and just obliterating each Beast. He could do it. It would destroy his body in the process but…

And then what it even mattered if he chose to do that when he knows it still wouldn’t solve all of his problems.

Maybe the Uchiha didn’t have it so wrong after all.

He scoffs, and Boruto makes a tiny noise that makes Naruto fall in love with the child all over again. He has to go back soon.

Sooner than later, at least. His father is supposed to let him know when his presence is imperative, but he knows only one mistake can put Hinata and Boruto’s life in danger.

And at this point their lives are more important than his.

Sai comes in the room silent as a shadow, he lowers a tray full of food, then steals a gaze at his lord, laying next to the lady and with the young lord on his chest. Aside from Lord Naruto’s blue eyes staring back, no one else is awake in the room. He brings his hand to his clothes, brings a letter out of it and lays it on the ground.

He leaves as silent as he entered and Naruto can already feel his stomach twisting.

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She feels the calmest she has ever felt in her life.

And she knows it’s totally incomprehensible, their lives are all on the line, but what does that matter when Naruto is lovingly dragging his fingers down Boruto’s belly, after the child has been fed and changed and bathed?

Her body slowly heals itself and Naruto has been nothing short of perfect.

If only the situation were different… if only they could enjoy this time with their child without the threat of an enemy lurking nearby.

Naruto locks eyes with her and she smiles. This has been a scary realization. A look at her husband, a look at her child, and she can forget about everything. For a short period of time, sure, but still.

“You feeling better?” Naruto has been so sweet, so loving, his touch has been delicate and yearning and everything she needs.

“Yes,” she still feels somewhat weak, but nothing like the exhaustion the birth of her boy made her feel. Her pelvis hurts and she still feels stings of pains when she moves but she can move and that’s all she lets herself think about.

Naruto stares at Boruto, he has done so a lot. As if he’s entranced by the child.

“He’s perfect,” he whispers, and it brings a smile to Hinata.

“He i-is.”

Naruto plays with Boruto’s hand, his little fingers between his father’s. “So perfect,” he continues. He lays there, next to his son, his head pressed beside his tiny body. “Did you read the letter?”

She nods. The food is half eaten and she munches on another piece of bread, the letter Sai brought open and laid on her lap. They knew they wouldn’t have that much time with each other. In fact, Hinata’s surprised by how much time with Naruto she’s gotten.

“I- We k-knew about this.”

Naruto steals a glance at her then scoffs. His chest rises and Boruto moves with him. “I don’t want to go,” he whines, and this sounds so much like the time with the Beast Tamers’ meeting that Hinata can actually smile back with unabashed glee at him. “Can we just have like a year of peace?” he continues, “shit, I’ll take half a year.”

And they don’t have as much time, and maybe they’ll only get less than two weeks together, but it’s enough. At this point in time, this is enough.

“You’ll have to move soon after I go back.”

And she’ll be ready. She gives him a confident nod, “We’ll be all right,” she says. Slow, low, like how she reads to Boruto, like she has started to talk with Naruto. Where she feels safe.

Naruto pats Boruto, every movement careful, “I’m sorry I couldn’t get you more-”

“Don’t.” He doesn’t look back at her, “d-don’t say that. You did your b-best.”

But it could have been better. He resents the moments he could have done things different. What did it matter the consequences to his damn body. His stupid body was already almost completely useless, if it meant giving his family a more secure future…

“Be careful, please.” She speaks to the air. She can’t have his eyes on her, she can’t look him in the eyes and see that he feels different about this, that he’s ready to do things she only sees in nightmares. The moment she sees that in him, she’ll stutter again.

“I gotta now,” his voice rising in volume, she can feel a smile appearing on his face, “I am a father,” he teases, “and I have a beautiful wife waiting for me, won’t mess it up.”

She presses her fingers down, “I m-mean it. Don’t…” she can feel her mouth tightening up, and then she looks at him, his eyes fixated on Boruto. “Don’t put yourself in danger, please.”

He sits, Boruto groaning in complaint at his movement, but then Naruto brings him close to his chest. His whole arms around the baby, his body crouched around Boruto. “I won’t, I swear.”

He’s too scared to put his baby through pain.

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Hinata can walk, can move. Her body is still not in perfect shape, but she will be able to travel long distances without trouble. Sai will go with her, so will Sakura. Everything has gone great. Nobody knows his son has been born, nobody knows they’re here.

He still can’t find the strength to leave.

He has been summoned now, the more he’s away, the more risk they are at of being found out. And he can’t have that, or else this whole thing goes down the rain.

He still-

Boruto fuzzes and he recognizes this one. Hinata’s arms are already stretched out towards him and he stares as she slips out of her robe, bringing her chest out for Boruto to suckle.

It’s the funniest thing to see Boruto go completely enthralled by his mother’s chest. His little hands clasping around, grabbing nothing most of the time. Naruto can understand. He, too, is enthralled by Hinata’s-

Her gaze brings him out of his trance, “Yes?”

She smiles at him and her eyes crinkle. “I’ll miss you.”

Naruto pouts. She has now gotten into speaking low and slow to stop her stutter and it only makes Naruto’s groin warm up immediately. She knows and she finds it absolutely hilarious. “I’ll miss you more and no,” he brings a finger up, the moment she opens her mouth to reply, “I don’t think you’ll miss me more than I do, missy, don’t even try.”

She bites down her laugh and Naruto commits to memory this image.

It will help him down the road. He knows.

He leaves only after getting enough of having Boruto in his arms -his baby smell ingrained on his brain-, and after kissing Hinata with no decorum inside their room. Sai is the only one who accompanies him part of the way, his stoic presence reassuring Naruto as he leaves. Their chakra signatures grow dimmer by the second. Hinata and Boruto’s shine in the distance, Naruto tries his hardest to keep his own chakra aware of them, but even theirs disappears after a while. No matter how much he tries, no matter how thin he lays his chakra, he can’t feel them.

And although he knew he would feel anxious. This- this is just unbearable.

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Nothing is amiss. An aburame sends his bugs to catch this new presence and the moment his chakra signature is recognized and an Inuzuka comes from the shadows.

“My lord!”

Naruto doesn’t share any info, he just asks. A full report, and neither the Inuzuka nor the Aburame that finds them shortly after falter at sharing their respective news. Chakra signatures can’t be easily faked and thankfully the Aburame and Inuzuka are masters at recognizing it.

Reason why Naruto had to carefully monitor his absence. Any chance of someone poking at his substitute’s chakra signature and they would have been in trouble.

His guards disappear halfway through and shortly after his father’s blonde hair comes into view. Naruto doesn’t really think about it.

Hadn’t really thought he would need some sort of consolation of any type. But the moment he sees his father all the thoughts that had filled his mind regarding Boruto and his future -his son and his future as a vessel for the Nine-Tails- come rushing down and he feels himself grow weak at the knees.

He crashes into his father, and he has to grab at his father’s shoulder not to fall down to the ground. He feels himself out of air and the moment he breathes in he realizes he will, for sure, freak out.

He can’t do this.

He can fight a fight where his whole family and their futures are on the line. He can’t fight a fight where even if he wins his son’s life will suck ass, gods, he suffered so much with this fucking beast. “Dad,” he groans and his father brings him into his arms.

And he didn’t know he would do this. He didn’t know he would need this. But his tears fall and fall and he can’t bring his breathing back into control.

Hinata is out there, alone, with his fucking son, alone, without him, far away and-

If he could just destroy everything. Everything. He would in a heartbeat.

Everything but his family.

“Dad.”

“It’s okay. It’s okay.”

But it’s not. It hasn’t been in a long ass time, and it won’t be in the future. Because his life is fucked.

But his son is out there. Hinata is out there. And they ought to have a chance, with him, without him, whatever, he will give them that.

And if he has to kill a bunch of people for that to happen.

Well, so be it.

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Ch.14: Finding light (3)

Hinata’s mind is a whirlwind. She hears Sakura’s words but doesn’t seem to understand them. It’s Naruto’s voice repeating the words in her ear that helps her comprehend what’s going on.

Her son is ready to be born.

She’s ready to give birth.

“W-what should I-”

“Find the most comfortable position for you, my lady, you can lay down, you can kneel, whichever seems easier for you.”

Hinata remembers the books she read as a child, all of them showing drawings to help visualize the text. Most of them had the mother laying on the ground, with people surrounding her. Her legs feel wobbly so maybe that would be the best choice.

Naruto helps her, taking care of supporting her and letting her down slowly.

Hinata rests her head on the pillow and she lets herself sigh and try her best to relax. It doesn’t work. The pressure on her stomach is uncomfortable and her back is killing her. Naruto’s face hovers above her, and she can see his eyebrows scrunched up, the nervousness in his eyes. She reaches up and his face nestles into her hand, his eyes glued to her.

She turns immediately after, her body screaming for her to do something about this. Laying down quickly becomes a bad idea and she tries to stand, but her belly hinders her movement.

“You want up?” Naruto asks. His hands already under her back and arm.

Hinata barely nods, a slight contraction making her groan. Her movements are low and sluggish. She sits first, takes a breather and then kneels.

There.

Naruto catches her sigh of relief. “Better, love?”

Her face is buried on his chest and she whines a yes. The pain comes in waves but at least it just presses down her pelvis now. A big contraction comes and she squeezes Naruto’s arms, somehow, someway, the pain grows stronger and she can’t help the cry that leaves her.

Her arms shake and her legs shiver and she realizes she’s crying the moment Naruto cleans the tears off her face. It feels like the pain can’t grow stronger, but it does.

And it fills her with dread. She already feels she can’t go on, so how much further does she have to hold out?

Naruto shushes her, his hands on her body, trying to soothe her. But now not even his touch can distract her. She wails, she feels her pelvis splitting open and she can only bury her face on Naruto’s shoulder as she lets the pain drift away.

Slowly, excruciatingly slow, but it goes away for a while.

She huffs and puffs and lets her body rest on Naruto, her breathing is labored and she can hear Sakura talking with Naruto.

She can’t hear a thing. Her whole body concentrated on itself, her heartbeat right on her ear.

It’s Naruto again with his words right by her ear, repeating Sakura’s instructions again and again. Her breathing must be controlled, Naruto does a big show of raising his chest and letting the air out of his mouth. “See? Like this, come on.”

Hinata tries. And then she tries again because it’s hard and it’s easier to huff and puff her way along. But that doesn’t cut it. And Naruto is there to remind her.

“Sakura is ready to go whenever, she’ll let you know when you’re crowning and then she’ll guide you through the contractions, all right?”

Hinata’s eyes are closed and she can only nod. Naruto keeps on feeding her information, how she’s coming along, reminding her to calm her breathing, soothing her when her whines start sounding like weeping.

She doesn’t know how much time passes. She anchors herself on Naruto’s voice, on his touch. Her whole body shudders as her contractions find her and she has to straighten and twist to ride them. Her fingers dig deep into Naruto’s body and she bites his shoulders more times than she can remember.

She barely remembers.

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Hinata rests her head on him, her whole body weight on him. Her body tightens when the contractions come and the only thing he can do is whisper into her ear, encourage her and drag his hands over her body, trying to give her some sort of comfort.

She whines into his shoulder and grabs onto him for dear life. Her neck is full of sweat and her legs shiver so much, he knows she can’t put any weight on them.

Sakura’s hands are almost always under Hinata’s robe. Touching and checking. It’s soon. It’s soon. It’s been soon for a while now and his child still shows no sign of wanting to get into the world.

Hinata’s breath washes over him and her whines break his heart. He whispers words of encouragement and bites down the winces that try to escape him as her nails sink into his body. This is nothing compared to what she’s going through.

She twists in his arms and wails against his chest.

“Sakura?” He asks, unable to do much and feeling guilty over Hinata’s pain. Her face is twisted in such a way he can feel his own stomach twisting up. Just how much longer?

“He’s coming along.”

“He’s been coming along for a while now.”

“Yes, labor can last several hours.”

“How long has she been-”

“We’re nearing 10 hours now.”

“Isn’t that enough?”

“It’s normal, my lord.”

Naruto mutters ‘normal’ under his breath to calm himself, and then drags his hands over Hinata’s back. Pressing his thumbs on her muscles, the way she told him helped a couple hours ago. She only rubs her face on his body, whimpering along.

Another contraction follows and Hinata’s scream echoes inside the room. Naruto helps Hinata recover her breathing when Sakura’s voice chimes in.

“Ah, I can feel his head.”

“Is that,” Naruto tries his best to remain calm, but his voice trembles, “is that good?”

“Extremely.” Sakura positions herself behind her lady and rearranges the clothes under her. “My lady, I need you to rest a little and not follow the next contraction, okay?”

“What?” Hinata whines, her breathing labored but at least following Naruto’s chest movements.

“That way we give your body time to adjust and it won’t tear. Just take short breaths, blow them out through your mouth but don’t push.”

Hinata whines and Naruto cooes at her, “It’s okay, it’s okay.”

“N-no, I’m n-not okay.”

Her words get cut short and Sakura is quick to remind her, “Do not push, my lady, blow out your breaths. Don’t push.”

Hinata breaths in and out in quick succession, trying her best to keep her muscles from tightening too much. She barely manages. “A-Again?”

“Yes, my lady, again.” Sakura glances up and locks eyes with Lord Naruto. “The young lord is coming soon, my lord.”

Naruto’s breath comes out at once. A mixture of relief and anxiousness that just fumbles along as Hinata twists inside his arms. “You’re doing so good, love. So good. Sakura says our child is coming soon, okay, just a little more, just a little more.”

Sakura can already feel the young lord’s head. Lady Hinata is doing amazing and he’s coming down slowly, everything is going great. “My lady, you’re doing great.”

Her whole body feels like it’s going to break down at any moment now. But it somehow keeps whole. She can feel the pressure growing even stronger down at her pelvis, impossibly so, but she breathes through it and she keeps her attention in Naruto’s and Sakura’s words.

Instructions and encouragement mixed with pain and the knowledge that her baby would soon be in her arms.

Her child.

“The head is out,” calls Sakura and the words make Naruto and Hinata breath in a shuddery breath. “He’ll be out in two or three pushes.”

Hinata lets out a laugh. She’s exhilarated, and then another contraction comes and she bites into Naruto.

“Now push, my lady! Push!”

She feels like she’s breaking apart. Her whole body shivers, her legs tremble like never before and she howls to the sky.

“You got this, my lady.”

The contraction ends and Hinata is left a mess, out of breath and shaking like a leaf. Her whole weight resting on her husband.

“In and out, love, breath in and out.” Naruto holds her and puts pressure on her muscles, a welcome pressure. The tension builds up again, she knows it now, recognizes it.

“It’s c-coming.”

“I’m ready, my lady.”

Compared to the ones before, this one comes almost too swift. Knowing her baby is coming fills her with a feeling she can’t comprehend. She feels euphoric.

The pain rises one moment and then it leaves. Too fast. Too easy. She feels the baby between her legs before he’s taken. Sakura’s voice filling the room.

“I got him.”

Hinata hiccups a breath.

“I got him,” repeats Sakura.

And Hinata begins to cry. Her legs are sore, her back is killing her and her whole body quivers. Naruto is talking but now even his voice is muted. She wants-

She wants-

Sakura cleans the baby. Checks him for anything she might have missed, but he's healthy. He’s fine. Her chakra washes over him and all is good. She raises him and his face scrunches up, wrinkles upon wrinkles.

His cries fill up the room and Sakura breaks into a smile. The young lord is finally here.

And his mother is stretching her arms for him.

Hinata rests between Naruto’s arms, her hair sticking to her skin and her breath strained, but her face is calm and a hopeful smile is in place. “My b-baby.”

The child settles on her chest and his cries settle to a whimper.

“Is he-?” Naruto follows Sakura’s eyes, his voice anxious.

“Good, yes, he’s healthy.”

He cracks up a smile and then looks down to his wife, who’s cooing their child. He’s small. So very small.

Sakura cuts the umbilical cord and rearranges the bedclothes under Hinata.

The child moves his head around Hinata’s chest, and she hurriedly takes her robe off and brings her breast to him. His little mouth opens and bumps into her skin, unable to latch. “H-here, here, baby.” She’s already crying, but the moment her baby begins sucking on her breast, the moment his so very little hands hover around she feels herself breaking down.

She wants to shield him from everything, and-

And they are in this situation.

She barely feels Sakura cleaning her down, but Naruto moves behind her and she looks to him. His blue eyes red and the tears falling down his face. His hand moves forward and he settles it over his son.

The difference in size is laughable. Adorable.

His voice cracks and is full of emotion. “Hey, son.”

Hinata brings her baby up, and then Naruto’s hand closer to the child, his thumb resting now close to the child’s hand.

She feels Naruto choking up when their child grabs onto his finger. Naruto’s tan hand trembles.

“He’s perfect.”

She agrees, and lets herself bask into this moment. Her husband at her back, her child in her arms. Together and safe. Happy.

Naruto brings her closer to him, careful with his every move. He hides his face on her hair and sniffles the tears that fall off.

“Thank you. I love you.”

“I love you t-too.”

The baby cooes and searches for his mother again. Hinata caresses his head as she guides him again. “Hello, baby.”

Naruto brings his face forward, stares at his child.

“Hello, Boruto.”

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Beast Tamers

Ch.14: Finding light (2)

Having Lord Minato beside her makes a world of difference. Where Sakura is confidence and control and Sai is awkward fumbling and good intentions, Lord Minato is softness and reassurance, kind words and consideration.

She knows the pain doesn’t fade, but somehow it becomes more manageable. She rides the contractions with Lord Minato’s hand on hers and though Hanabi and her father come check on her at night, Hinata keeps her hands on her father-in-law. His calm yet gentle demeanor is everything she needs right now and when the pain grows too strong she twists and turns. Lord Minato cooing her as he wipes down her sweat.

Sakura checks her dilation and Lord Minato stares at her. “She’s progressing nicely.”

The pain grows too much for Hinata and she begs to be let up. She clings to Lord Minato as she walks around, forcing herself to think of anything but the pressure in her stomach.

But even that relief grows thin too soon and she’s back to groaning and panting in pain she can’t escape. She’s progressing nicely they say, but it’s still not enough. She keeps her mind off her pain by moving and walking and digging her fingers onto Lord Minat’s arm and hands -without a single sound of discomfort from him, bless his soul- but even that stops being effective after some time.

She knows her father came and stayed a while in the room, she knows Hanabi came and stayed even longer than her father but there’s nothing they can do. She won’t ask for comfort from them, and they are more useful making sure the compound works as usual. Giving whoever sees them the calm confidence that nothing is going on inside.

Certainly not letting out that the Nine-Tails’ Beast Tamer’s wife is giving birth to his son inside one of these very rooms.

She misses him.

She misses Naruto so much it breaks her heart not having him around.

And it’s only when the pain in her body makes her double over herself, when Lord Minato’s hand feels terrible on her skin that she knows she can’t hold on any longer.

She needs him here with her and though it may be selfish and though it may be a bother-

“You only have to say the words, Lady Hinata,” Lord Minato reminds her and Hinata can’t help the tremble of her chin, the way she hangs onto his clothes as she nods along.

“Please,” she whispers, “p-please call for N-Naruto.”

Lord Minato holds her shoulders and calls for Sakura to stand in his place. He leaves immediately after, away from here, into the forest. Hidden enough not to be noticeable from the compound and concealed enough for his technique to not be witnessed.

The hand seals flow one after the other and his chakra flows. He can feel his signature chakra far away. Away enough for him to barely catch a glimmer, but no matter, this technique was made for this.

His hand falls flat into the scroll in front of him and a ball of smoke envelops him.

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Naruto reaches into his clothes and takes out the report again. The paper is wrinkled and the letters have smushed together due to his hands tracing the letters again and again. Hinata is in labor.

His wife is in labor and he is away. Frustration can never take hold of him properly though, because he is called time and time again. He is paraded. He is taken everywhere and he resents all of his responsibilities for it.

Until the last moment he visits people. Until the last moment he accepts visitors. His mind focused on the reason why this must happen. His thoughts centered on what this means for Hinata and his son.

His body goes through the motions, his mouth says words that make sense. He doesn’t register any of it. His mind is away. His heart constricted inside his chest. He does not want to be here.

He does not want to be away from Hinata.

Time passes excruciatingly slowly. It mocks him. It taunts him. He barks an answer once and Shikamaru just looks at him for a second longer.

Naruto asks for forgiveness immediately after, but Shikamaru shakes his words off. “Nah, I get it. Don’t worry.”

But he does. And he tries to keep some modicum of attention in here. The need to bounce his leg on the ground growing by the second. The need to pace around makes him clench his jaw.

Night comes and Sai’s ink summon finds him in his room. He pounces at the technique and the moment the bird-like summon recognizes his chakra his whole body dispels. A neat piece of parchment left in its stead.

Hinata is still in labor. Everything is progressing smoothly. Everything is good.

But Naruto knows that not everything is good.

Because he’s not there with her and he hates himself for it.

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He stares at his ceiling and can’t seem to bring himself to sleep. The darkness only summons images of Hinata’s face, the empty space beside him only feeds his loneliness and now even his breathing becomes too loud to his ears.

He turns and tosses and his body refuses to find rest. He can only glare out into the shadows and wait. His body feels tense and he sits, his neck incredibly tight. He wants to scream and run or do anything at all that doesn’t involve him staying inside this room.

He needs fresh air, is the only thing he knows. Everything is silent and his every movement echoes along, the wind hits his face and the cold is a welcome change.

He realizes his jaw is clenched the moment he wants to breathe out into the breeze. He wants to chuckle but can only snort, he feels powerless and helpless and he’s overcome with feeling. He can only sit and let himself be exposed to the night. The cold biting at his skin helps calm his anxiety and the sounds surrounding him let him concentrate on something different than Hinata’s situation.

…

He drags his hands over his face, his fingers digging at his skin. He needs to-

He wants to be able to do something and it’s driving him crazy.

He’s cursing everything around him when the scroll inside his clothes activates, signaling him that his dad is on the other end, preparing for the technique.

He flies. He jumps to his feet and he’s sure he takes the sliding door to Kakashi’s room out of its hinges. Kakashi doesn’t even need to hear the words that come out of his mouth, but he says them anyway. “Dad’s calling. I’m leaving, see ya.”

Kakashi is awake and ready, his body had roused itself from sleep the moment Naruto’s feet had come stomping around. He lets Naruto know he’s ready for his job as a replacement, but he doesn’t think his lord heard him. His blond hair already out of sight. His chakra signature already out in the garden.

Naruto doesn’t leave the premises, they were already prepared for his eventual departure. They prepared a substitute, they had sequestered his quarters. He will still be here and no one will be the wiser about it.

His hands tremble and he doesn’t realize that he’s still in his sleeping robe until it’s too late to do anything about it. A technique his father had mastered, a technique only his father and his godfather could use.

Naruto will have to make the way back on his own.

He’s in the Uzumaki compound one second and then he’s in the Hyuga compound the next.

He grabs the scroll, hastily puts it into his clothes and starts running.

Hinata’s signature chakra fills his body and he feels himself tearing up. Sai finds him halfway through, his face paler than ever, but he reassures him that everything is fine.

Naruto’s heart is at his throat. He can feel his heartbeat in his ears. His own chakra tells him they are alone too, and he can feel himself relaxing slightly. Everything’s fine. Everything’s good.

Sai guides him through the hallways and he feels his body tingling, his legs move but he has no recollection of moving them, he can hear his breathing but he has no recollection of even inhaling.

Sai reaches a door and stands next to it, motioning for him to enter.

HInata is hunched over, her hands clasping at Sakura’s. Sakura says something Naruto doesn’t catch and his wife looks up, her face is red and sweaty, her hair sticking to her. Her mouth is a line and her eyebrows are all scrunched up. She looks like she’s ready to fight.

But then she looks at Naruto and her whole face twists. She waddles to him and Naruto jumps to catch her into his arms, careful not to squash her. His whole body shivers and he engulfs Hinata in a hug the moment she hides herself into his chest.

She starts crying the next second.

“It’s okay,” he cooes, “it’s okay, I’m here, love, I’m here.” She grabs at his clothes and Naruto rubs his hands at her back. “You’re doing so good, so good, you know, I’ve read every report from Sai. You’re doing amazing.”

He reaches for her face, his hand rubbing circles on her cheek. “Hey,” he calls, his eyes searching for hers, “hey, love.” Hinata sniffles as she looks up to him and her chin trembles the moment she does. She babbles his name.

Naruto smiles at her, his forehead to hers, his lips pressing kisses everywhere he can. “I love you, I love you.”

HInata still cries and presses her face to Naruto, her body still hurts and her contractions don’t let up, but her husband is next to her. Encouraging her and soothing her through her pains, and when she’s tired she can let her body rest on his arms, and when her contractions worsen he messages her back. He swings them around to help with the pain on her hips, her hands around his neck, his hands around her back. She knows that if she were to lose all strength he would catch her and keep her steady.

And it’s everything for her.

“I can’t d-do this,” Hinata shakes her head against Naruto. “I c-can’t.”

The pain is immeasurable, her whole body feels tense and tight and sore and like it’s not her own anymore. She can’t do this. She can’t-

“It’s okay,” Naruto’s voice reaches her. His whole body swaying with her. Her strength has all but left her and it’s only Naruto’s arms around her body that keep her upright. “It’s okay, you’re doing so good.”

And Hinata believes him. She stares at his face, the way he brings her hand to his mouth to kiss. She lets herself forget the pain when he kisses her temple. She encourages herself to get through the next contraction as he whispers into her hair.

And then the pain rises again and she wants to fall to the ground, double over her body, but Naruto doesn’t let her. She bites his shoulder, she muffles her scream into his chest, and when the pain goes away he’s back to his dance. To his sweet nothings into her ear.

She snorts into his arm.

“What? What is it?”

“You’re f-funny.”

Naruto scoffs, “Am I now?”

“I want to s-scream and give u-up and you won’t l-let me.”

His body freezes a second. His hand to the back of her head. “What are you talking about, Hinata? This has been all you, love. All you.”

Sakura’s hand on her body feels as natural as her own now, and with how frequent she has been checking in on her body she doesn’t even feel it when Sakura checks her dilation.

So the surprise is even greater.

“My lady, you’re ready, let’s prepare you for the birth of the young lord.”

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Beast Tamers

Ch.14: Finding light (1)

Sakura can feel Sai’s anxiety before he even turns to them. He stands silent, waiting for instructions.

Lady Hinata is trying to ride the cramp keeping her breathing under control. “Is it going down?” Sakura asks, and her lady nods along, a shivering breath leaving her mouth.

“Ok, good.”

Sai gives a step inside the room, “Should I call for Lord Minato?”

“No.” Sakura is shaking her head before he even finishes. They will call for Lord Minato when they need Lord Naruto here. And by the looks of it, Lady Hinata is just at the very beginning of labor. “We have to wait.”

Sai stands still, his eyes focused on Lady Hinata. His hands aching in need to be of use. “Should I- should I bring something?”

Not like he could just go and get something. They are in hiding, even here. He would have to ask for the one servant allowed here, or Lady Hanabi, or Lord Hiashi. And he knows none of them are available now.

“I’m f-fine,” Lady Hinata shares. Her body is more relaxed now, her arm resting instead of grabbing at Sakura’s. Her gaze now glued to her medic, “This is… it has to get h-harder, right?”

Sakura nods. “Yes. Yes, the contractions will get harder in time, your cervix has to dilate to let the baby out.”

“How long- how long w-will it take?”

“Depends on every woman. It can go from 12 to 24 hours, my lady.”

Hinata snorts. “F-fun.”

“If you can stand.” Sakura grabs Lady Hinata’s hand, brings her other hand to her shoulder. “It can help you withstand the pain better, make the contractions easier.”

Whatever can help her, if these contractions are to work as a baseline. Hinata stands with the help of Sakura and they stand inside their small room. They look at each other, knowing they can’t really go out and strut around the compound.

“Maybe we could use the hallway,” offers Sai, and Hinata gives him a smile.

“I’ll go ahead and ready the room, then.” Sakura starts opening the bags she brought along as well as taking out the blankets she had asked Lord Hiashi to prepare beforehand. Her hands move steady and with intention, but she can’t help the way her heart seems to beat at her throat.

The young lord is coming.

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Itachi keeps himself quiet and lets the sound around him surround his presence, helping him keep hidden. He doesn’t know what to make of him finding members of the Uchiha so quickly.

Lord Naruto had told him his information had come in handy. So he’s sure they were able to confirm the routes he had shared.

But why would Madara keep the same routes unchanged?

Pure pride, most likely.

The Uchiha group remains close and Itachi tails them. They haven’t noticed him, and they won’t notice him until it’s too late.

The group grows lax the more distance they put between their mission and though Itachi could try to pry information from afar by eavesdropping, he decides otherwise.

They are a small group. Small enough to be at a disadvantage in any other mission. And enough for Itachi to overcome without them even noticing. What can 4 people do to an Uchiha who has mastered the sharingan?

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He feels him a second before seeing him standing tall in front of him. A second later and his face would have crashed into Itachi’s chest. Itachi.

The man who ran from his own clan and allegedly betrayed them all.

The only man who seemed to have a chance at standing against Madara in their ranks.

The only man who they have all agreed, they would rather avoid.

The man that came out in their conversations and they spent time and time again coming up with strategies as to how to outwit him. Escape him. Evade him.

He doesn’t know why Itachi hasn’t put him under the sharingan’s influence, but at least this means he has a chance to get out of this alive. Earn himself some time for his teammates to catch up on his absence. For them to look for him.

He jumps. Keeps his distance and throws technique after technique towards Itachi. He can barely see the man dodging the fire balls thrown at him. His chakra will deplete shortly thanks to this, but better to reach the limit of his chakra than to lose his life.

Once he is under the sharingan’s illusion there’s no escaping it. He won’t be able to escape whatever Itachi wishes for him to happen.

He squats on a branch. His eyes glued to Itachi’s figure moving around, barely a shadow. His mind intent on keeping himself as far as possible.

For as long as he can.

The whole venture doesn’t last long, as Itachi remains at a distance and none of his attacks land. Not even near the man.

“Have you calmed down?” Itachi asks, and the man is too scared to even scoff in answer.

“You are the one that came out of nowhere and all.”

“Sure, but I did not attack you.”

His breathing is labored and all kinds of thoughts are swirling inside his mind. “And what do you want?”

“To talk.”

Itachi’s voice is soft, as always, and he’s out there in the open, looking vulnerable. And he lets himself believe -maybe foolishly- that this man is here for just a chat. He falls to the ground and lets himself unguarded, but at a distance.

“What about?”

“Could you share with me any news about the clan?”

Now he snorts. “You do realize you are thought of as a traitor, right?” Itachi’s eyes remain on him, but he makes a point of keeping his gaze on the mans’ chest. Not like Itachi would have that much trouble forcing eye contact.

“What do you want to know?” he continues. Information is important, but it comes after his own life.

“What’s Madara doing now?”

His eyes to every part of Itachi’s body but his face, he walks closer, careful step after careful step. “Waiting, as I’m sure you know. He’s keeping tabs on the wife of the Nine-Tails.”

Itachi remains quiet and though he tries to lengthen his words, he comes short before being in range for an attack. “So for now, we’re just checking movement and planning, you know,” he either outruns Itachi -which is impossible- or injures him somehow and then tries to put distance between them. “The plan is still to get the Nine-Tails out and about, anyway.”

Is Itachi fooled by his acting? He can only hope so. One chance, he has, if any at all. He sends chakra to his legs, keeps his attitude calm and unassuming until he feels the distance is close enough to go for an attack.

He’s up in Itachi’s face the next moment, his hand on his kunai. Everything feels correct, he may still have a chance. Itachi doesn’t react and he digs the kunai deep into the man’s stomach. He twists for good measure. He intends to jump backward the next moment but his feet are glued to the ground.

He fights it for a couple seconds, until realization starts creeping in.

Itachi’s hand rests on his shoulder. His voice soft as always. “Thank you.”

Ah. Of course. It was Itachi for fuck’s sake. He never stood a chance.

His eyes fly upward, towards Itachi’s. They are black still. But it is a fact he is under the sharingan’s technique. And when Itachi uses it…

Nice yet deadly. He could have tortured the information out of him, yet he chose to get it through conversation. Were his other teammates under an illusion too?

None of them will come out of it alive.

At the end of the day, no matter how nice Itachi seems, how tame his appearance looks, this is the same man who killed his own parents when he was given the order.

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Sakura keeps the checkups constant. She takes notes in a paper of Hinata’s contractions. But although they seem to keep on coming they are not enough for Naruto to come.

And Hinata so desperately wants him here with her. But she keeps quiet. She keeps on walking with Sai for a while through the corridor. Then she takes a rest. Sakura guides her through the more powerful contractions, then time keeps on ticking. Hanabi comes check on her, then her father. Both visits are cut short, because life must keep on as usual. Lord Minato is calm and only strengthens his inspections.

Hinata’s safety depends on this.

She sits and tries to read, caresses her belly as she takes deep breaths. Walks some more. Sakura and Sai try to keep her mind off the fact that she is soon to give birth. And they mostly succeed.

Until Sai offers to walk again down the hallway, and half-way through, as Sai is talking about something Hinata can’t really hear, she feels herself pee. A trickle down her legs that she can’t stop and then a splosh that makes her grab at her torso.

Sai is next to her, his arms around her back. “Lady Sakura,” he says. His voice calm yet filled with emotion.

They walk slowly towards the room and sit Lady Hinata into the bed Sakura prepared.

Sakura’s hand moves along Lady Hinata’s belly. Everything is normal. And then she waits and looks at her lady.

A couple of seconds later Hinata’s face contorts in pain and she does her best to keep the moan of pain inside her mouth. She half succeeds. Sakura can only pat her back.

“When it’s time for labor I’ll give you something for the pain, but the contractions you’ll have to endure.” Her voice is laced with apology and Hinata can only nod along.

“Lord Naruto,” begins Sai.

“Not yet,” Sakura writes down Lady Hinata’s new contractions information. Her head shaking no as she answers. “Lord Minato will come eventually, just wait.”

Lady Hinata sits and then lays on the bed. The pain disappears, but her heart is still thumping in her chest. Feeling nervous about what’s to come.

Sai looks nervous like she has never seen him before. His hands stiff at his thighs, he sits and then stands, then sits again. His attempts at talking make Hinata laugh and then another contraction comes.

Sakura checks on her, times the contraction then writes it down. Sai looks at her for whatever new order she may give, but she doesn’t. They have to wait still.

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Lord Minato comes to find Lady Hinata lying on her bed, in the middle of one of her contractions. He holds his breath with her, reminiscing about times long gone.

Sakura informs him that the contractions are coming faster each time, but they are still too much apart.

Sai sits in the corner of the room, then leaves to guard the door when Lord Minato sits near Hinata.

Her forehead is pearled with sweat and she’s doing her best to calm her breathing as she’s coming from a contraction. He brings his hand to her hair, gently patting down her head. “You’re doing so good.”

Lady Hinata looks up to him and he doesn’t know if it’s him or his words but she breaks down and she hurries to hide her head on his legs. Her arms grabbing at his clothes.

He doubles over, “It’s okay, you’re okay.” He hears her shuddering, “we’re all here for you.” There are still a few hours till night, so neither her father nor her sister can come in freely. But he knows what she’s probably wishing right now anyways. His hand presses at her back, little pats to calm her down.

“Don’t worry, Naruto will be here when you need him, okay? Just hang in there. The moment you feel it’s too much, you tell me and he’ll be here in a moment. Okay?”

Lady Hinata’s sniveling face nods against him, but she doesn’t let go.

And he doesn’t leave.

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Ch.13: Looking into the dark (4)

Ino’s long ponytail swifts over her back. They walk through corridor after corridor and Itachi fixes his gaze on her blond hair. He can feel the looks from the people they pass, and the whispers they share after they think Itachi and Ino have gone far enough.

They never are really far enough. Though he doesn’t know if that’s their fault.

There’s a small commotion through the garden they are moving and the noise catches Itachi’s attention.

It’s Lady Hinata. Kiba at her side. It seems the servants are trying to keep her from moving too much. He catches her profile, her hands raised in surrender, her belly in plain view. Heavy and soon to deliver, it seems.

Itachi forces himself to look at Ino's back again. Time is running out, then. Everyone can see that Lord Naruto has gone far and beyond to keep his wife safe, which in turn means that to hit where it hurts…

Madara is surely keeping tabs on her. To find her at her most vulnerable.

Very few instances are as vulnerable as having a child.

One certain hit and Madara could have the Nine-Tails out and about, and then a little bit of his technique and the Beast would be his. Easy.

Ino stands next to a door and opens for him to enter. A little pat on his arm, “Don’t worry, Lord Naruto won’t ask for the impossible.”

She doesn’t look him in the eyes. Very few do, and when it happens is because she’s there next to him. Alert. But she is gracious and polite with him and at this point in time, where he has gone so long without an ounce of respect shown his way, “Thank you, Ino.”

Another honest pat on his arm.

And then Lord Naruto’s eyes on him. Eye to eye. Like he has done a couple of times already. Ino’s presence strong behind his back, the door closing behind him. But even he can see that they trust him more. Or at least try to do so. Shikamaru is nowhere to be seen, Kiba is with Lady Hinata, Sai and Kakashi he saw doing rounds around the compound.

Trust or a test. He doesn’t know. It doesn’t really matter.

His eyes don’t turn red, and although he doesn’t avoid Lord Naruto’s gaze, he brings his eyes down after a while out of respect.

All his chips are on this. And if he needs to beg and prostrate himself in order to get what he wants. So be it.

But they don’t ask more that what he can give. They never have.

So when Lord Naruto sits him down and asks him for his help to get information on the Uchiha’s movements. When he clarifies that this is a mission for him alone -his eyes intent on his-, and when he asks him if he is up for the task. Itachi accepts.

Lord Naruto doesn’t bring up Sasuke nor any other type of information. And Itachi is grateful. Until Lord Naruto asks him if he wants to see his brother before leaving, and Itachi is the one to refuse.

“I shall see him when I return,” his forehead glued to the floor, “if that could be possible.”

Lord Naruto’s eyes shine. He nods once. “Of course.”

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Naruto reads and rereads the document in his hand. Everything is all right. Sakura is making sure everything goes right with Hinata’s pregnancy. His father is already stationed with them at the Hyuga compound, ready to use his technique and change places with Naruto when the need arises.

His anxiety has never left him since his wife rode off into the distance, but at least he can breathe easier when he receives these documents.

Then his feelings rile up again as he is unable to keep his promise of visiting, until the next report comes and Hinata adds a handwritten note at the end. Asking for him to take care and not force himself too much.

It makes his heart ache.

Neji rustles on his bed and his face grimaces as he awakes. His eyes find Naruto’s almost immediately after. “My lord,” he groans.

Naruto keeps him on his bed, one hand over his chest. And he can start feeling Neji’s confusion, and then his subsequent worry. “Hinata is fine,” he assures, and Neji relaxes the moment he hears his words.

“Everything’s fine,” for now. Everything goes by the second these days. “But I’ll probably have a hard time coming here further down the road.”

Neji focuses on him, “Soon?”

“It's hard to tell,” Naruto shrugs, “Sakura did say her due date was in two weeks, but yeah, he could come earlier. Anyway, I meant it because I’m gonna bury my head in preparation.” Neji keeps his mouth shut and doesn’t prod at his lord’s haggard appearance.

“I wanted to bring you our latest report. From here on out you won’t receive them,” only Naruto is sanctioned for the documents and Neji can only nod in understanding. “If you don’t hear from me, assume everything’s going as planned.”

Naruto’s voice drifts off at every sentence. His eyes blink with force and his shoulders sag every so slightly.

All of this for a couple of weeks in their favor. All of this to protect Lady Hinata and the young lord. “My lord,” Neji starts and Naruto only hums to signal attention. “When you need me…” Lady Hinata made him promise he wouldn’t put himself in danger, so he lets the words hang. Surely, Lord Naruto would-

His eyes are closed and his head hangs slightly backwards. “Hinata asked me to keep you out of harm’s way,” he shares.

“My lord…”

“But I’ll accept your help anyways.”

Lord Naruto lets out a heavy sigh, his face scrunched all over. “I hope you can forgive me.” His eyes are clear and hard and-

“It would be my honor to protect Lady Hinata.”

Naruto scoffs. Gratitude seeping through. Again, he wants to say, but he keeps it to himself. Neji looks ready to lay his life right here and now if asked and Naruto wants to respect his attitude at least. “Thank you,” is all he whispers. And Neji’s curt nod tells him that that’s enough.

He then shakes the papers on his hand, “It seems Lord Hiashi has been trying to reconnect with his daughter.”

Neji’s response is immediate. Worry filling his eyes, so Naruto puts his hands forward. “Hanabi’s been there every time.” He shrugs, and although he doesn’t particularly care about the man himself, he is his wife’s father at the end of the day. “It really seems he just wants to be able to have a conversation with Hinata.”

Neji snorts and even Naruto can’t keep his face from showing surprise at his response.

“I would say he’s a little late on this whole-” He cuts himself as he realizes with a slight pang of shame that he, too, was a little late on this.

Naruto hands him the report. “Yeah, well, it’s good to know that he’s trying to be nice to her at least. I’m not gonna lie, I was a little worried.” He falls back on his chair, rolling his shoulders and neck. “And you know, family is always hard.”

Neji looks at the papers in front of him and says nothing. Lord Naruto is right.

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Sakura enters his room the same way she always does. Hurried and checkin things on her clipboard. She greets him and saunters off to the table at the far end of his room.

She lets herself stand there a couple of seconds before pushing herself off the table and turning to him. She doesn’t smile towards him, she never has. But she does always give him a tight sort of facial expression. She then goes to work. She avoids his eyes, as always, and although he knows he could force her to do so, he doesn’t.

She always carries herself with the confidence to end him if he ever were to try something. He’s too weak to even try to do so. He’s sure she also adds something to his IV to mess with his chakra control. His body feels sluggish even though by now his wounds ought to be only physical.

She does make small talk. Uninteresting enough for him to let it flow as background sound. She doesn’t expect nor want replies. The very few times he has answered she has nodded and added nothing. She doesn’t want a conversation, she only wants information.

And he would be a fucking failure of a ninja if he fell into her trap like that.

She checks vitals, touches his body and checks the machines around him. She then writes and ticks things on her clipboard.

She leaves after saying her goodbyes.

Sasuke had a nagging suspicion before, but as he sees her walk away he knows. He doesn’t even need to activate his sharingan. Though that would be the final test to confirm it.

He can guess what her absence means. And although he wonders how he could take this information outside, he rests assured.

Madara for sure has eyes on the Uzumaki clan. Sasuke or no Sasuke on his team, the man will step up to the challenge.

He shall come for Sasuke in time. Now, he is more helpful to the cause by staying put and healing himself. If Sakura’s absence means what he thinks, then it’s only a matter of time before all hell breaks loose in here again.

Nobody can see him, so Sasuke lets himself revel in this piece of information. A small smile on his face.

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Sakura’s hand shines green with her chakra and HInata shivers slightly at the feeling of her energy probing inside her body. “Uncomfortable?” she smiles.

Hinata shakes her head slightly, “I’m f-fine.” It’s just that she can never get used to the prickling feeling that always follows.

Sai stands outside the room, his body as always ready for action. He stares out into the hallways.

This has been routine for as long as they’ve been in the Hyuga compound. Lady Hanabi will come then to have her meals with Lady HInata, if not her Lord Minato will take her place. Lord Hiashi tries to be present but he’s almost always too busy to do so.

If Lord Hiashi is not present, Lord Minato takes his time to check the perimeter. He’s all smiles and soft words when in front of Lady Hinata. But his thorough and usual scans tell a different story.

They still have a couple of days left for Lady HInata’s delivery date. Which only makes everyone more nervous. If everything goes without a hitch, they will have the young lord born safe and sound. And enough days for Lady Hinata to somewhat recover from labor, before having to turn tail and hide again.

So this is routine and Sai only has to make sure to keep her lady safe from all and all dangers until she delivers the young lo-

“Ah.”

Sakura’s hand stops moving immediately after. “Yes?”

“Ah,” Hinata groans again, this time pressing her hand to the floor, her whole body tensing.

“Is it-? Are you all right?” Sakura asks, her hands now soothing Lady Hinata.

“Y-yes. It’s just… like c-cramps?”

Sakura nods. “Okay, good. Like the ones you’ve experienced before?”

Hinata nods, though her body is still tense. “I th-think.”

Lady Hinata breathes out through her nose and then in. She calms herself and only after she sits comfortably again does she realize the way her hand grabbed Sakura’s arm.

Sakura’s eyes are intent on hers. Looking at her as if expecting something.

Hinata locks eyes with her as she relaxes her muscles, her breathing the only sound between them.

Then another cramp hits her down in her abdomen and she has to grab Sakura’s arm with strength again.

It’s not horrible. It’s just like a bad period cramp. It goes away after a short while. But she knows.

If this keeps up it’s likely she’s started labor.

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Ch.13: Looking into the dark (3)

Neji looks at Hinata with furrowed eyes and she already knows what's gonna come out of his mouth.

"I can help-"

"No, you c-can't."

There is a moment of silence that is filled by the beeping of the machines around them. Neji tries to bring himself up a little more, maybe try and raise his torso all the way. But a sharp pain attacks his side and he winces. Hinata tries to make him lay down again, a soft hand on his arm, the other on his chest.

“Please, d-don’t-”

"I can at least act as a decoy." But Hinata’s face is contorted in a way that shuts Neji as quickly as he opens his mouth, and he just lays there. In pain and uncomfortable and worried about what’s to come.

“I’m…” he can see the way her mouth trembles, the way her whole body is intent on remaining strong. “I will b-be all right, Na-Naruto will come stay with m-me when labor starts and- and Sai will be with me b-before that. I-”

She looks down, her hand clasping at his clothes. “I will be all right.”

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Naruto has Hinata’s hands clasped tightly on his. His eyes focused on her pale skin with wishes untold.

He doesn’t want to make her feel more nervous.

She is the one that gets closer, that brings his hands to her, around her body. She’s the one that positions him in the hug they both need.

“I promise I’ll be there, I swear. I’ll receive reports every half-day, I’ll be there when you need me.”

Hinata nods against his chest. She can’t say anything out of fear of her voice breaking so she only holds tighter.

Neither let go, and it falls to Shikamaru to remind them that there’s a schedule to keep. Naruto walks his wife to her carriage, Sai waiting outside, all poise and composure.

It’s Sakura who presses her hand to Naruto’s back. “We have to get going, my lord,” her voice soft but firm. She enters the carriage and waits inside.

One last hug, one last kiss on the iips. Their hands only let go once she’s inside the carriage, when Naruto lets go to close the door. His blue eyes glued to her, his lips a thin line that betray his anxiousness.

The carriage leaves and Naruto stays there. Shikamaru gives him a couple of minutes to himself, but only a few. They have to keep on working and they soon return inside the compound. Naruto is quiet and solemn and his eyes glance towards her direction every once in a while. She’s far away though, and soon even the chakra he has laid out can’t feel her presence.

His warmth disappears too soon. Hinata’s hands are now cold and she clasps them together.

Sakura catches her movement and shuffles to sit closer to her. Her own hand over her lady. “We’ll be there before you notice.”

Hinata locks eyes with Sakura and forces a smile. She receives a constrained smile in answer, too.

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The Hyuga compound is dark and cold and it takes Hinata a second after getting off the carriage to start walking.

It’s Sai who gently pushes her forward, his hand at her back.

Sakura guides them, one person beside her. They walk quietly, Sai close to her, his hand guiding her along. He has no need to do so. Hinata knows this place like the back of her hand, but she knows that without his hand at her back her feet would falter, her mind would have the time to think too much and-

“My lady.” Sai crouches slightly and though his voice is quiet his worry carries through.

“I’m f-fine.”

Sai doesn’t talk again and they follow Sakura in silence.

Her father is the one waiting for them inside the compound. He gives them quiet greetings everyone answers in whispers. And they follow him to a room deep into the compound.

They will sleep here. They will stay here until they get the OK to move away. To one of the many options Naruto has created for them. The room is small but comfortable and Hiashi stays there a little too long, following her movements.

They lock eyes for a second, a second that breaks the moment Hinata tears her gaze away. There is shame filling her body and she doesn’t know why. She wants to say something and break the silence between them, but her mouth is shut tight. Only the sound of Sai and Sakura moving around the room reaches her. That and the breaths of her father. Loud and deep, surrounding her and forcing her to come up with something to say.

But her mouth is stiff and unable to make any sounds.

Her own breaths get labored and the embarrassment of being heard is the only thing she can think about. Soon not only her father will be staring at her, Sai and Sakura will look at her and wonder what is wrong with her and stare and expect something out of her and she’s not-

“My lady.” Sai calls, crouched in front of her, blocking her view from her father. Keeping her away from his eyes, and she can breathe again. “You must rest.”

Sai helps her rise and Sakura gets close to her, a basket with all her necessities to prepare for bed.

“I guess it is too late to talk now.” Hiashi steals a glance at her, lets his eyes sweep the room before looking out of his element and turning around. “I will see you tomorrow, then.” He leaves in silence and neither Sakura nor Sai say anything regarding him.

Hinata takes a bath, settles into her room and sleeps right next to Sakura. Sai close to them.

She waits a while, what she thinks is enough for Sakura to fall asleep. Her own heart seems to beat in tandem with the darkness closing in, so when she can’t help it anymore, when her worries surface so close to the top she’s scared of everything around her - she clasps Sakura’s fingers with her hands. Softly, in order not to wake her, and without that much movement, in order not to disturb Sai.

That small contact is enough to help her somewhat. But then Sakura’s fingers open and search for her. Sakura’s hand is calloused and strong and soft and loving and everything HInata needs.

“It will be all right.”

A whisper.

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Hinata sits alone at the table. Sai and Sakura have already taken a light breakfast without her -before she even woke up- and are now guarding the door to the room. Her heart is in her throat and the moment she feels movement outside the room she straightens her already tense body.

Hanabi enters the room, all prim and proper as always. She has grown. A lot. Her body is more full and taller and her already pretty features look more elegant and graceful on her face. “Good morning, sister.” Her voice is lower too.

Hinata gives back a soft-spoken greeting and before they can grow silent, Hanabi speaks again, “Father can’t make it to breakfast,” she shares. Hinata lets out a subtle sigh she tries and fails to smother on its way out.

Her sister doesn’t react to it. Her eyes are glued to the table in the same way Hinata does and soon they are silent inside. Hinata can hear the rustle of clothes of Sakura and Sai outside the room and although her heart has calmed down, the sensation of being forced into silence is as strong as before.

“How are you feeling?”

Hinata’s hand flies to her stomach in response. Her nerves calming down as she thinks of her son- of Naruto. “I’m a-all right.”

Hanabi’s eyes flutter around and although Hinata is nervous still, she tries to show the same consideration to her sister. “How are y-you?”

The room is small and too similar to those they shared when they were younger. It makes Hanabi remember things she would rather not. “Fine. Learning and following father around.” Her sister looks as beautiful as always, even more so now, with the glow of pregnancy falling off of her, “Lonely.”

Hinata flinches and though it makes Hanabi feel guilty too, knowing her sister feels ashamed is enough to calm her nerves. “You didn’t write.”

Hinata squirms in place. She doesn’t know how to answer.

No, she didn’t. She didn’t write back to her father and she didn’t write back to Hanabi. It had been liberating almost, knowing she was able to turn this page and not look back. Not feel guilty about it.

They hadn’t contacted her either.

Only they had. Her father had sent letters, and though not born solely out of interest for his daughter… had Hanabi also sent letters?

Impossible. Naruto would have told her.

Hanabi stares at her sister. Glad she can still read her like an open book. She shrugs, “I didn’t either, but well, you are the eldest, so…”

It’s a jab and a joke and Hanabi raises her eyebrow to show she’s in a silly mood. “I’m glad you’re happy enough to forget about us.”

Because although she doesn’t want to make her sister feel bad… the way things unfolded did leave a bad aftertaste in her mouth.

“I d-didn’t-” Hinata starts, but it’s obvious she’s flustered, her own throat betraying her, getting stuck in between words. The rush of memories make her feel even more flustered and she knows already her words won’t come out, no matter how much she wishes them out.

Humiliation fills her and she can feel the prickle in her eyes, a sure sign of tears incoming.

“I really am, sister,” Hanabi’s voice fills the room and, as always, the certainty in her voice, the honesty in it brings Hinata out of her stupor. “I really am glad your husband is a nice man, and that you found yourself comfortable enough to just… you know. Don’t feel bad about it.”

Hanabi knows if she could she would do the same.

Sai and Sakura enter with their food and arrange the plates on the table. They make no noise, they do not talk, and soon the sisters are enveloped in silence again.

Hanabi knows many things regarding her sister. And now she knows one new thing.

She did want to let go of her family. Hanabi had thought her stubbornness in overcoming the challenges thrown at her in the clan were a sign that she wanted to stay in it. Hanabi had thought the long sessions of crying and encouraging each other were a sign that although they were pitted against one another, they would stay together.

But she can’t really blame her, because given the chance…

Her sister eats in silence and Hanabi wants to laugh in remembrance and shake her sister by her shoulders at the same time. “Is it good?”

Hinata nods. Hanabi’s words still rummaging inside her head. “I- I didn’t mean to- to…”

To forget? Because it sure seemed like it.

And Hinata can’t find the words. But Hanabi -bless her heart- gives her a little smile. The kind she always gave her to cheer her up when their father was rather harsh, the small smile that barely curved the corners of her mouth, but the smile she always gave her.

So Hinata tries again. “It was my- my f-fault.”

And Hanabi lets out a scoff, because she should have expected for her sweet sister to take responsibility for this.

“I will w-write to y-you.”

And she knows her sister and the small prick of guilt is obvious inside her, because she too, says, “I will write, too. I was being too harsh.”

Hinata shakes her head with too much force and Hanabi decides that wallowing in this will bring nothing of use. So she changes the topic immediately after, “Father will try to speak with you before you have to go.”

And the mention of their father is enough to make Hinata stand in alert.

“He has been different ever since you left. More so after you got pregnant.”

“A-alone?”

“Probably,” and Hinata’s face is enough to tell Hanabi everything about how she feels about it. “I will try to be there,” she adds, “he’s busy as it is. I’ll make sure to make myself present, sister.”

“Thank y-you.”

Hanabi munches and munches, giving herself some time. “You know,” and her sister raises her gaze to meet hers, “Neji did write to me, you know.”

“And told me about when father went to see you… and well, I don’t really know if you know but… it seems that he wants to have a relationship with you?”

Her voice raised at the end of her sentence, knowing how it would be received by her sister.

And Hinata’s face twists. “I-”

Her mind fills with memories of times she thinks are better forgotten. And the knowledge of her father trying to still be a part of her life… because one thing is for Hanabi to say so. Her sister, who shared with her almost all of the experiences that have made her want to stay away from the Hyuga. Another entirely is for her father, the person who made them go through those experiences, to try and now be someone… someone completely different from who he’s always been.

“I d-don’t know about th-that.”

“I’m sure,” Hanabi is quick to add.

And it’s not like she wants to play advocate for her father. It’s not like she wants to do something good for him, but maybe she is a little bit jealous of how her sister has been given this chance to start something new. Something not related to them. To the Hyuga.

And maybe she doesn’t want to lose her sister to her new family.

And maybe…

“But you know, there is a reason he didn’t want for you to marry the Uzumaki heir,” Hinata looks at her, and there is a frown there, deepening, “he wanted to keep you by his side.”

Hinata shakes her head. “He- He-” she can feel herself growing eager. “No, th-that’s not t-true.”

“Well, he was sending one of his daughters to a man we barely knew to do things we barely knew about as well, and he was,” Hanabi talks too fast, almost spitting the words, “he was very eager to push me towards that, wasn’t he?”

Hinata’s mouth shuts immediately, because… because it was true.

“And I’m glad the Uzumaki heir is a kind and sensible man, I am,” she punctuates, “and I don’t want you to think that I’m trying to defend father or make you- I don’t know, forget about what you had to go through, but,” if you gave Neji a chance… “maybe father, in his own twisted, dumb, misguided way…”

Hanabi stops there, mid-sentence. “You know what, I don’t even want to finish what I was trying to say.”

Hinata says nothing. She refuses to give her father the benefit of the doubt, and she refuses to think too much about the thoughts that must have gone through his head when Naruto came to look for a wife.

“Are they trustworthy?” asks Hanabi after a while, jutting her chin slightly towards the door.

Sai and Sakura remain as silent and unmoving as they had, and Hinata nods. “Yes, they a-are.”

Hanabi stands, walks around the table and reaches Hinata. She kneels and rounds her arms around her sister’s body, hiding her face on her shoulder.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t.”

“I’ll be there when father meets with you, I promise.”

Hinata nods, and lets her head fall towards Hanabi’s.

“Though I doubt I’ll be of any help.” Hanabi adds, and she chuckles at her own uselessness.

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