A Wild Storm of Love

A Wild Storm of Love by Hestia

Disclaimer: All things Naruto are M.K.'s of course.

Chapter 1: What Happened the Night of Sakura’s Birthday Party

The first time Sai and Hinata were seen kissing in public, everyone assumed it was a fluke. Hyuuga Hinata had been interested in Naruto for years. Even though Naruto and Sakura had been dating for a while, people hadn’t expected Hinata to move on. Everybody knew Sai was just a temporary name anyway for an ANBU reassigned to regular missions. Even more weird about Sai was what people didn’t know about him—which was just about everything. There was no way the powerful Hyuuga clan was going to let their heiress get serious over a nameless nin, no matter how handsome he was or how awesome his abilities seemed to be. Yet Hinata and Sai were soon seen spending all their spare time together.

Speculation on what the two had in common hadn’t really produced a lot of theories. Hinata didn’t talk much, and her shyness often made her incoherent. She dressed to cover her body’s assets, not display them. Sai’s love for midriff-baring, tight, fashionable clothing seemed a quality unlikely to turn on Hinata. Afterall, she had practically stalked Naruto for years, and he was, indubitably, a fashion disaster and way too fond of hideously bright and baggy orange pants. And while Sai, like Hinata, wasn’t a huge talker, when he did talk, it was with a stunning bluntness and annoying ability to pick exactly the one thing his listener least liked to hear. It didn’t occur to anybody that that ability was what had brought Sai and Hinata together.

Sai had gone through a stage of trying to learn social graces under Naruto and Sakura. He had found limited success in trying to establish social relationships, by giving people nicknames that were the exact opposite of his sincerely felt and very unflattering opinions of them. By calling Ino, Miss Lovely, he had gotten himself a fangirl. Of course it helped that Sai was as good-looking as Ino’s childhood crush, Sasuke. Sai really thought that Ino’s hair was hideously ugly, hating its pale blond color, swinging ponytail, and dramatic bang treatment. Her nose looked too pointy to him, and her loud mouth and aggressive talk annoyed him. Since Sai’s closest friend was Konoha’s other famous loud-mouthed and bizarrely hair-styled blonde, Naruto, few people seemed to realize his dislike for Ino’s appearance.

When Naruto and Sakura started going out, leaving Sai out of things more and more, Sai began to revert to his old way of just saying exactly what he thought of people. His sudden change from flattery to nastiness when speaking with Ino had her angry and confused. That Sai soon after seemed to getting along with Hinata only made Ino feel the pain of rejection even more. Sakura and Naruto’s relationship was in a way, not only the end of any social amenities between Sai and Ino, but also a major cause of Sai and Hinata’s new found interest in each other.

At a party thrown for Sakura’s birthday by Naruto, Sai and Hinata had found themselves alone in a corner. After watching Hinata stare at Naruto for a long while, Sai had said, “He wouldn’t be happy with you. You’re too quiet for him.” People had been saying this same thing to Hinata for years, but of course more tactfully. To hear it so bluntly from a stranger, a sexy and good-looking stranger who didn’t even know her, who had been so mean to Naruto and yet now was so much closer to him than herself, enraged Hinata. Of course an enraged Hinata didn’t register with Sai at all. “I like your hair; it’s a beautiful color and looks pretty hanging down in that hair style. I’d like to draw you,” he said.

“Why don’t you draw Miss Lovely?” asked Hinata quietly in a cold voice, her version of red-hot anger.

“Ino’s hair is hideous; I find her unbearable. I called her Ms. Lovely because Sakura told me to I had to say nice things to people not the truth,” replied Sai, “But since she started going out with Naruto, she told me truth was more important. I still don’t call her a hag, however, because Naruto doesn’t want me to.”

Hinata was still so angry that finding out a gorgeous guy honestly preferred her appearance to that of Ino and Sakura didn’t make her blush or feel embarrassed. In fact it felt pretty good. Naruto’s preference for Sakura and Sai had hurt deeply, and to find that at least Sai thought she was prettier felt good. She didn’t feel capable of saying anything to Sai, but she was still sitting there next to him conscious.

“If you want to look at me, look at me. You should look at me not Naruto; I’m better looking than Naruto, and Naruto is taken. If you want the hag to let you near Naruto, you better get yourself a lover.”

Hinata felt herself blushing red; this was too much. He’d said the word “lover” to her.

“I’d be a good person for you to take as a lover,” said Sai.

“What?” shrieked Hinata.

Heads turned and stared at the corner. Hinata blushed even more; she didn’t scream. She didn’t know why she had just done that. She did what she usually did when in a socially unbearable situation, she fainted.

Hinata fainting wasn’t a new sight to anybody at the party although Hinata shrieking had been novel and interesting. Sai simply picked up Hinata and carried her to the door. When asked where he was taking the passed out Hinata, he responded, “Home.” It was probably a side-effect of all the jello shots that had been done at the birthday party that no one seemed to think this was a bad idea, even Neji. The idea of Sai taking Hinata anywhere but the Hyuuga estate didn’t occur to the drinkers at the party. And Hinata and Sai’s quietness over in the corner was nothing anyone would miss.

But Sai took Hinata to his apartment. When she came to on the way there, he’d told her he was taking her back to his place, so they could start their love relationship. She’d immediately blacked out again. The next time she regained consciousness she was naked on what she had to assume was Sai’s bed since she was lying next to Sai’s own naked body. He was asleep. A sheet covered both of them to their necks. Their bodies weren’t touching. The light was on in the apartment bedroom.

The sheets on the bed were a dark blackish purple, the exact color of her hair. Sai hadn’t been lying when he’d said he liked the color of her hair, Hinata thought, and then marveled at the fact that she was naked in a sexy man’s bed next to his sexy body. This wasn’t something Hinata had ever expected to happen. Well, maybe when she married, but surely a husband wouldn’t expect her to sleep naked. Maybe Sai wasn’t naked. She was just guessing he was because she was. But then this wasn’t her apartment, and of course her pajamas weren’t here. But that didn’t mean Sai wasn’t wearing any.

Hinata found herself wanting to know. She pulled up the blanket and peeked over. Then Hinata’s life changed. She’d seen Naruto naked before when she had spied on him. She had seen assorted ninjas in various states of undress as well. She’d never however seen a fully naked man only two feet away from her. She had never been in the position where she could look as much as she wanted at a completely unclothed man without being risk of being seen. Sai’s breathing was deep and even; his eyes lay closed. The fact that Sai usually showed off his stomach to everyone all the time made looking at his bare skin seem more normal to Hinata. Perhaps also it was Sai’s complete lack of normalness and the knowledge that he would vanish back into a nameless ANBU any day that made this strange unfamiliar experience and the odd feelings coursing through her body seem surprisingly normal. She’d never really had time before when seeing a naked or semi-naked guy to get past her panic, her nerves, and take a good, long look at a nude male body.

Sai’s body was beautiful, so beautiful that Hinata forgot to be embarrassed, forgot to be shy, forgot about being undressed herself. For the first time in her life, she started at a man with a desire untainted by fear. And as she looked at that pale skin so like all the Hyuuga men she’d grown up admiring, that perfectly proportioned body, and those pretty lips that seemed to just swell out in the center and ask for a kiss, Hinata realized that she loved Naruto for who he was, not his body. As a very, very small girl, she’d thought Neji was the most beautiful thing in the world. It was something she tried to forget, to bury, something she was ashamed of—for nothing was more humiliating than wanting someone who hated you. Hurt, she’d wanted someone who couldn’t or wouldn’t reject her—and she’d picked someone who was so clueless that he’d never even figured out she wanted him! How could a guy like that ever reject her?

In a moment of self-understanding, Hinata realized that chasing Naruto had been both protection and salvation—it had made her believe she was chasing after every aspect of life and forced her out of her shell in terms of hiding everything about herself. Loving Naruto had given her the strength to become a better fighter, a better ninja. It had made her confront her problems with Neji. But at the same time, it had meant she wouldn’t have to deal with her sexuality, that the deepest fears she had inside about her body, about whether a man would ever love her body, her mind, her personality—everything about her, shyness and all. And Naruto would never respond or understand to so much of her.

But Sai—he was quiet too, and in his own way, just as socially inept as she. And he noticed her, really noticed her. He thought she was beautiful. He who she could see right now was incredibly, amazingly perfect—from that sexy black hair to his perfect feet with the cleanest, smoothest, pinkest toenails. No one who wore open-toed shoes should have toenails like that. Why hadn’t she noticed them before?

And then there was his penis.

Hinata blushed, but she kept staring. It was big even though it wasn’t, wasn’t, well, it just was normal now. It still seemed at least two or three inches longer than either Naruto’s or Neji’s when she’d seen them take theirs out to pee. She’d only looked for a second before stumbling away to quietly pass out, but she didn’t remember them looking like this: perfect. White smooth flesh rising up from blue-black hair over those soft pink balls. He wasn’t circumcised, and the foreskin’s folds teased her. What would the tip look like? Would it be white or pink?

The sound of a dog barking in the distance finally distracted Hinata from her long, slow examination of Sai. She activated her Byakugan, the special bloodline technique of the Hyuugas, to see the chakra of the dog and if there were other people in the area. What she saw fascinated her. It wasn’t that anyone was close enough to the room to worry about, but rather Sai’s chakra. Hinata had seen red-tainted chakra before, the color of demon energy. She had seen the glow of green chakra used for healing. Mostly all other chakra tended to be some shade of blue. But Sai’s chakra glowed violet. It was beautiful, the most beautiful chakra she had ever seen. She watched it flow through him fascinated.

His chakra pulsed brighter, and his breathing changed a bit. Hinata sighed and let the sheet fall down, covering up Sai’s body. It really didn’t matter when she was looking with that special ability of the Hyuugas, the Byakugan. She was seeing inside Sai, reading the flow of chakra. What could skin tell her that she couldn’t see in the way the chakra moved through his heart, his lungs, his head, his arms, his legs, and yes, his penis?

Oh god, his penis. Maybe it was using her Byakugan. Maybe it was because Hinata had changed—this naked Hinata in a dark-haired, sexy ANBU nin’s bed was not the same Hinata that had wished Sakura happy birthday. The chakra and blood flow in Sai’s penis was backing up, blocked. Hinata had never seen this before. At first she was just puzzled. Then she realized she was watching Sai get aroused, get an erection.

She—boring, shy Hinata—was giving this gorgeous male body an erection, a very big erection. She was the one whose hair he loved. She was the one he wanted to be his lover. She was the one who was making that already big thing harden and lengthen. She was the one he had wanted to draw, had want in his bed, had undressed and placed in his bed. She was his chosen lover to be.

If you had told Hinata she would spend the night of Sakura’s birthday party starting at Sai when he became sexually aroused, she probably would have fainted. But that’s what she was doing, and she wasn’t fainting. The dark inky-purple sheet that covered Sai now was raised into the air. It seemed to be raised pretty high in the air. Hinata watched the flow of the violet chakra and ripples of the dark purple sheet, fascinated, enthralled, and focused. When Sai's beautiful dark eyes opened and met her milky white orbs, Hinata did not look away, did not blush. She was a chuunin now. She was a Hyuuga after all. And she was very, very aware that she was a woman.

Sai pulled the sheet off both of them. Their bodies were both very white, very pale against the dark purple-black sheets. Sai reached down to the floor by the bed and picked up a sketchbook that Hinata had not seen. He handed her the book, open to a drawing of a beautiful woman.

Hinata looked at the woman with envy. She was beautiful—all lush, full curves and long dark hair. But then with a shock, Hinata dropped the sketchbook on the bed between them. It was her—this gorgeous, naked, erotic figure he had drawn was her, Hyuuga Hinata. This was how Sai saw her—powerful, sexy, beautiful, desirable.

Never had Hinata felt such a rush of power and confidence. Never had she felt so sexy—my word, she’d never even felt sexy before, and now she felt like a sex goddess. When Sai turned to her and reached out to pull her close for a kiss, Hinata reached out as well. This beautiful man, this shinobi who could carve up and kill a man as easily as he could create an image that seemed to live and breathe, this male was hers for the taking. She knew his hands could bring death and create beauty. Now she wanted to find out what they felt like on her body.

Hinata and Sai reached out for each other, each eager to touch that smooth white flesh that seemed to shine against the dark sheets. They had not had a lot of touch in their lives. Neither the wealthy heiress nor the orphaned warrior had even been held, caressed, and treasured by loving hands. Neither had any clue what it would feel like to be held by one of the most beautiful bodies each had ever seen.

The ground that has not felt rain for years is the ground most likely to give way under the first storm, to come crashing down the mountains in a mighty mudslide. The forest that has not burned for decades is the one that most often explodes into a firestorm that rages out of control, burning everything before it.

Sai and Hinata found that lonely hearts, lonely bodies denied love’s touch, were equally unstable and just as capable of extreme change as the thirsty earth. When Sai’s ink-stained hand met Hinata's, they felt on fire. When their lips touched, they felt like the earth moved. And when they first made love, they were helplessly caught in a wild storm of love.