Wicked Lovely Lies
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Naruto AU/AR › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,032
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Wicked Lovely Lies
Chapter One~
Naruto exited the old creaking elevator and sighed, listening to it as it made it‘s journey back to the lobby. There was an awful tightness in his shoulders and it was giving him a tension headache, the day had been grueling, but he preferred it that way… he hated his empty apartment. He’d been up for almost 24 hours, crime never slept. Fucking assholes.
He sighed, stifling a yawn, and walked down the short corridor to his own rust colored door. As he was turning the key in his lock, the sound of elevator doors squeaking open again caught his attention, the iron bars moved sideways to reveal a tiny, dark-haired woman struggling with a severely heavy load. He sighed, he couldn’t simply walk into his apartment and let her alone with all of her luggage… damn himself for being good guy.
He sighed, leaving his key where is was, positive no one would touch it, and made his way to her. Just in time, as the surprisingly heavy box slipped out of her small hands, he caught it before it slammed into the ground. She gasped, dropping quickly, flinging her arms out to catch it.
They were bent now, facing each other, and he looked directly up into a pair of startled, wide amethyst eyes and instantly froze. He was held completely captive by this woman’s unusual gaze. They were beautiful, with her thick fringe of sooty lashes, they like uncut gems sparkling out of the darkness.
“Oh! Uhm, th-thank you!” A lovely bloom of color appeared on the girls cheeks, her teeth catching her bottom lip.
The softly spoken words ruptured the moment.
She wrapped her hands around the box once again and tried to lift it.
Naruto tugged the box away from her gently, “It’s alright, this looks kind of heavy. I’ll take it in for you.” He smiled charmingly, a bit of a nervous flush on his cheeks. He tried to shake off the weird feeling he’d just experienced, he blew it off, blaming it on fatigue.
She blinked up at him, “Uhm, sure, thanks.” She smiled at him, transforming her heart-shaped face, “I live in room 108. My name is Hiroshii Hinata. ”
He nodded, “Nice to meet you, Hiroshii-san. My name is Umanki Naruto, I live in 109.” He gave her his fake surname as he was required to on all his missions, his first name remained the same, simply because for some odd reason, he couldn’t fuckin’ remember anything else.
She bent down and grabbed her two bags, hauling them down to her door. “Thank you so much for this, the box has to weigh 50 pounds.” She chattered nervously as she opened the door.
“Yeah, I can tell. What the hell’s in it?” He hefted the box up as it was slipping a bit, even with his strength. “Bricks?”
She cracked an amused smile, it made her seem even more delicate then she already was. “Books.”
“Oh. Damn,” he laughed suddenly, “I don’t have any books in my apartment. Where do you want this?”
“Oh just set it down there,” she pointed to the large bookcase near the entertainment consol. “Why don’t you have any books?”
He turned around after placing the box down to see her brows drawn over her pretty eyes, he shrugged, suddenly embarrassed, I bet that made him look like an uneducated jack ass. He stuck his hand behind his head sheepishly, “Guess I don’t really have time.” Which was true, but he also just didn’t like to read, he’d never been the kind to sit-around-and-learn kind of guy. He loved to be in the action, not reading about it.
She gestured toward the oddly placed couch and he took a seat, she asked him if she wanted anything to drink and he declined.
“What is it you do?” She asked as she kneeled by her box and began to take out her books, they all looked to be from some college student‘s back-pack. Physics, Advanced Topics and Introduction into Calculus, Anatomy and Physiology, History of Weapons, Fine Arts, etc.
He watched as each book was neatly organized by type, color, and height, “I’m a detective. I work really odd hours, and I’m usually out late.” That was his cover job anyways, so that he could flash his badge when he needed to get in for clues.
She turned an excited, interested face towards him, “Oh, wow, what type of things do you do?”
He had to think quick on his feet, his mind referenced every detective film he’d ever watched as a kid, “Oh, I get called in for homicides mostly, try and find clues with the forensic team for leads on their killers. That sort of thing.” That didn’t sound half bad, he gave himself a pat on the back for giving her a decent answer and making himself sound like a bad-ass.
She stopped, absently fondling one of her books, a far-off look in her eyes. “Sounds like everyday’s an adventure…” She sighed, resuming her work.
“Yeah…”
A bit of an awkward silence ensued, and he stood up. “Well, I suppose you’re situated now, so I guess I’ll head out.”
She stood up and walked him to the door, “Thank you so much again, it was lovely talking to you.” She opened the door.
“And you too, oh, uhm, if you need any help moving any of your large furniture then just let me know.” He dipped his head a little bit, “Nice meeting you.”
She smiled, also dipping her head, “And you as well. Take care.”
“Bye.”
With that he was out of the apartment and walking towards his own.
Damn he needed some Z’s.
* * *
Hinata closed and locked the door, leaning against it.
“Oh goodness,” she gasped, her tiny hand flying up to her open mouth. “I just let a strange man into my apartment!” She blinked, then smiled collapsing into a small fit of giggles. And he’d been a pretty good-looking one at that.
Daddy would just love that. She sighed, the thought brightening her day even more then meeting the cute Mr. Umanki.
She continued to hum as she unpacked her belongings.
~~~
End.
Naruto exited the old creaking elevator and sighed, listening to it as it made it‘s journey back to the lobby. There was an awful tightness in his shoulders and it was giving him a tension headache, the day had been grueling, but he preferred it that way… he hated his empty apartment. He’d been up for almost 24 hours, crime never slept. Fucking assholes.
He sighed, stifling a yawn, and walked down the short corridor to his own rust colored door. As he was turning the key in his lock, the sound of elevator doors squeaking open again caught his attention, the iron bars moved sideways to reveal a tiny, dark-haired woman struggling with a severely heavy load. He sighed, he couldn’t simply walk into his apartment and let her alone with all of her luggage… damn himself for being good guy.
He sighed, leaving his key where is was, positive no one would touch it, and made his way to her. Just in time, as the surprisingly heavy box slipped out of her small hands, he caught it before it slammed into the ground. She gasped, dropping quickly, flinging her arms out to catch it.
They were bent now, facing each other, and he looked directly up into a pair of startled, wide amethyst eyes and instantly froze. He was held completely captive by this woman’s unusual gaze. They were beautiful, with her thick fringe of sooty lashes, they like uncut gems sparkling out of the darkness.
“Oh! Uhm, th-thank you!” A lovely bloom of color appeared on the girls cheeks, her teeth catching her bottom lip.
The softly spoken words ruptured the moment.
She wrapped her hands around the box once again and tried to lift it.
Naruto tugged the box away from her gently, “It’s alright, this looks kind of heavy. I’ll take it in for you.” He smiled charmingly, a bit of a nervous flush on his cheeks. He tried to shake off the weird feeling he’d just experienced, he blew it off, blaming it on fatigue.
She blinked up at him, “Uhm, sure, thanks.” She smiled at him, transforming her heart-shaped face, “I live in room 108. My name is Hiroshii Hinata. ”
He nodded, “Nice to meet you, Hiroshii-san. My name is Umanki Naruto, I live in 109.” He gave her his fake surname as he was required to on all his missions, his first name remained the same, simply because for some odd reason, he couldn’t fuckin’ remember anything else.
She bent down and grabbed her two bags, hauling them down to her door. “Thank you so much for this, the box has to weigh 50 pounds.” She chattered nervously as she opened the door.
“Yeah, I can tell. What the hell’s in it?” He hefted the box up as it was slipping a bit, even with his strength. “Bricks?”
She cracked an amused smile, it made her seem even more delicate then she already was. “Books.”
“Oh. Damn,” he laughed suddenly, “I don’t have any books in my apartment. Where do you want this?”
“Oh just set it down there,” she pointed to the large bookcase near the entertainment consol. “Why don’t you have any books?”
He turned around after placing the box down to see her brows drawn over her pretty eyes, he shrugged, suddenly embarrassed, I bet that made him look like an uneducated jack ass. He stuck his hand behind his head sheepishly, “Guess I don’t really have time.” Which was true, but he also just didn’t like to read, he’d never been the kind to sit-around-and-learn kind of guy. He loved to be in the action, not reading about it.
She gestured toward the oddly placed couch and he took a seat, she asked him if she wanted anything to drink and he declined.
“What is it you do?” She asked as she kneeled by her box and began to take out her books, they all looked to be from some college student‘s back-pack. Physics, Advanced Topics and Introduction into Calculus, Anatomy and Physiology, History of Weapons, Fine Arts, etc.
He watched as each book was neatly organized by type, color, and height, “I’m a detective. I work really odd hours, and I’m usually out late.” That was his cover job anyways, so that he could flash his badge when he needed to get in for clues.
She turned an excited, interested face towards him, “Oh, wow, what type of things do you do?”
He had to think quick on his feet, his mind referenced every detective film he’d ever watched as a kid, “Oh, I get called in for homicides mostly, try and find clues with the forensic team for leads on their killers. That sort of thing.” That didn’t sound half bad, he gave himself a pat on the back for giving her a decent answer and making himself sound like a bad-ass.
She stopped, absently fondling one of her books, a far-off look in her eyes. “Sounds like everyday’s an adventure…” She sighed, resuming her work.
“Yeah…”
A bit of an awkward silence ensued, and he stood up. “Well, I suppose you’re situated now, so I guess I’ll head out.”
She stood up and walked him to the door, “Thank you so much again, it was lovely talking to you.” She opened the door.
“And you too, oh, uhm, if you need any help moving any of your large furniture then just let me know.” He dipped his head a little bit, “Nice meeting you.”
She smiled, also dipping her head, “And you as well. Take care.”
“Bye.”
With that he was out of the apartment and walking towards his own.
Damn he needed some Z’s.
* * *
Hinata closed and locked the door, leaning against it.
“Oh goodness,” she gasped, her tiny hand flying up to her open mouth. “I just let a strange man into my apartment!” She blinked, then smiled collapsing into a small fit of giggles. And he’d been a pretty good-looking one at that.
Daddy would just love that. She sighed, the thought brightening her day even more then meeting the cute Mr. Umanki.
She continued to hum as she unpacked her belongings.
~~~
End.