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Chapter 18: There is no escaping her parents
Today's Quote
Discovery consists of seeing what everybody has seen and thinking what nobody has thought.
-Albert von Szent-Gyorgyi
Give thanks for a little and you will find a lot.
-The Hausa of Nigeria
Author’s Notes:
Yes, I am completely aware of the fact that I haven’t updated this fic for a while mow. I had been so busy; I am even quite surprised that I had managed to take a bath every day. Anyways, my deepest apologies for the people who had sent me an email that I haven’t replied to yet, for the readers of this fic who had been waiting for this next chapter and for being so darn busy.
Sweets everyone?
DISCLAIMER:
I don’t have money enough to possibly own Naruto.
Ridding me of you
By Boyarina
Chapter 18: There is no escaping her parents
Only experiments under strictly controlled conditions could last forever. Unfrequented romantic interludes however, do not. People engaged in the latter scenario and who had spent their day training (and/or making love) without so much as a speck of dinner in their belies should, therefore, expect something to shatter the serenity of their interlude. Contrary to this assumption though, Sakura, who aptly fitted this description, still gave a start as her stomach and her companion’s stomach belted out a chorus when they growled together as one.
In a totally synchronized action, they both slapped a hand over their bellies and snapped their attention to each other as they shared a look and identically impish grins.
“Hungry,” she said at the same time that he blurted out, “Sorry.”
Sakura nibbled on her lower lip as the feeling of warmth crept up her cheeks and suffused her cheeks. Naruto was not doing so well on his end either. He looked at her, at a loss for words. His Adam’s apple bobbed each time he swallowed. A inch of space made itself between them. Between the growls of their stomach ad this almost hair-breadth’s distance that separated them, reality raced from whatever dimension it was gallivanting in and gate crashed into Sakura’s awareness.
Feeling conscious, Sakura riveted her gaze away from Naruto then, suddenly becoming concerned with the time she had spent with him and the fact that she had informed her mother that she would be home…today? Yesterday? Her eyes swung to the wall clock in Naruto’s room and noted the time. It read 6:00. As the sun was already disappearing once again in the horizon, it could only mean that she was supposed to be home the day before.
This was not going to be good.
“Sakura?” Naruto asked her softly. She didn’t provide him with an answer but rather took advantage of her dismay by seeking the refuge of his chest as she reasoned to herself that in doing so, she would be able to think up of a solution more quickly compared to panicking alone and thinking up of no solution at all.
Yes, she was pretty sure that she had not convinced you with the factuality of her intent. She couldn’t care less about your snide remarks of, ‘yeah, right!’, however for she was feeling mighty good at the moment. Naruto’s arms were around her once again and she already has dismissed everything else.
Skin to skin, his arousal beneath her bottom like before.
Until another bonehead (damn you reality and your comrades!) decided to interrupt and destroy their moment.
“There you are, Sakura!”
Startled, she cranked her head up so fast to the direction of the speaker that she pulled a neck muscle. Trying to ignore the pain that blossomed right below her ear, she identified who the new arrival was and strived with utmost difficulty to quell the urge to shove the intruder out of the window sill he was currently perched on. Truth to be told, shoving the intruder would have been so easy as he was on the window that was right above their heads
“Kakashi-sensei!” Naruto exclaimed, shock and annoyance interlaced in his voice. Noting their nudity in the face of one of the most perverted ninjas of all time, Naruto gathered her in his arms and ensured she was completely covered by their blanket as he was.
Their sensei regarded them with a frown of disapproval on his face. Sakura sent him a frown in return despite her efforts not to show her irritation at their teacher’s unwelcomed visit.
“Sakura! Your parents have requested a manhunt to be staged for you from the Hokage! Why in the world didn’t you go home?!”
The harsh and curt manner by which Kakashi-sensei scolded her made Sakura thought of retorting with her own admonition of Kakashi-sensei not knowing the use of a fully working door and arriving unannounced through Naruto’s window. But, she pulled up short of answering back as her sense’s words registered in her mind a second earlier before she could execute the act.
“I don’t have anything against you and Naruto, but you would have to be responsible enough and avoid making people concerned about you worry! As your senior jounin, I am liable for the two of you! My head is going to be the first to roll if anything happens to any of you on a day we are only supposed to be having training!” Kakashi paused here to breathe and huff, making it obvious that he was very irked with them.
His dramatic speech didn’t matter to Sakura though. Blood was coursing now through her veins not because of guilt or shame, but rather, because of panic. The words, “manhunt” and “against you and Naruto” rang more loudly in her ears than any other words that Kakashi-sensei uttered.
“Do my parents know that I am with Naruto?” she demanded hurriedly—something that she definitely regretted doing as it undeniably sounded like she was shamed to know that another learned she had done something intimate with Naruto.
Her bishounen’s arms eased from their protective grip and she felt his being, his connection with her shying away, retreating from the hurt she had caused him. Even Lalashi-sensei raised his eyebrows, his face set in an expression that told her what his impression was to what she had asked.
Dangit! But they were reading her all wrong! She was not at all embarrassed to be with Naruto. Rather, she was scared by the fact that her parents might make good with their threat and petition for the Hokage to revoke her rights to be a Konoha nin!
Her parents warned her before not to become acquainted with the Uzumaki kid and they would allow her to pursue her nindo. She thought that she could easily abide by what they have decreed. After all, how hard was it to stay aloof of someone whom you aren’t even acquainted with? When her parents laid this rule down, she wasn’t even friends with Naruto yet then, and didn’t even know him by his first name. He was simply ‘that Uzumaki kid’ to her when she had first started in the academy.
At the time Sakura’s parents learned that she was placed in the same team as Naruto, they went berserk. They seriously had considered taking it up to the Hokage so they could ask him to transfer Sakura to another team, or better yet, completely revoke her rights to be a ninja. She pleaded and begged her parents to rethink their intentions. She swore to them a million times that she wouldn’t have anything to do with Naruto and finally got their reluctant consent. They allowed her to continue with her ninja training, but not without their final say in the matter. They told her that she should never become friends with Naruto. They can be teammates, however, that is as far as it could go.
Initially, it was nit picking easy to treat Naruto like a dirt bag. At 12, he was boisterous, loud, and was an inch or two shorter than her. Furthermore, there was cool and handsome Sasuke that she could moon over. But then, she got tired of Sasuke’s ‘I’ve-got-a-stick-up-my-ass attitude and became totally enamored with ‘I-am-getting-mature’ Naruto. Sure, she was already partially infatuated with Naruto, especially since he always seemed like her knight-in-shining-armor when she was being picked on the by the academy bullies. Still, she reserved her infatuation and tried to act like she completely hated him.
Unfortunately, plans do not simply go as originally designed; as one would have naturally wanted. She failed in the endeavor of becoming Naruto’s hated teammate, fell in love with him, made love to him, and was now mucking everything up by blurting our a statement that informed everyone who heard it that she was ashamed to be with Naruto. One could say that she absolutely made one very topsy-turvy, utterly confusing situation for her and Naruto. If there’s anything that she should be doing now, it was to repair the damage the she had done.
She’s madly in love with Naruto and it would only be right to give him the impression that she did not meant to say that she was embarrassed to be with him.
Sakura made to twist her body so she could come face to face with Naruto. Only thing is, he held her firmly in place. He probably did not want to get a glimpse of her. He probable was angry at her. He probably didn’t want anything to with her.
“Get dressed, Sakura, I’m going to take you home,” Kakashi-sensei said, dispersing the heavy stillness that some over the room. “I am going to be waiting outside.”
“Don’t bother,” Naruto spoke up just when Kakashi-sensei moved to leap off the window sill. His voice was bland, emotionless. Sakura felt ice crawl up her spine upon hearing his tone.
“I’ll be taking her home, Kaka-sensei.”
“If that suits you,” Kakashi-sensei quipped, shrugged, and then jumped outside, disappearing from view.
Naruto climbed to his feet and walked towards the window, He closed the shutters, then, turned to stare at her. She slowly sat up and retuned his gaze.
“I got you some clothes,” he said before he broke eye contact. He strolled past the futon and motioned to a small pile of garments near the wall.
“Take your pick and get ready. I’ll make something for us to eat before we go.”
The dispassionate way he was speaking to her yanked at her guilt threads. She could not have it. She could not let this come to pass.
“Naruto,” she called out to him.
He ignored her. “I think it would be best if we hurry.”
“Naruto,” she tried once again
Yet, he persisted to ignore her. “We should be there in your house within the hour.”
“Naruto,” she said for the third time, not wanting to back down, not wanting to give up the battle until she has won.
“What?” he asked, finally conceding to her persistence.
Sakura smiled benignly. “I’ll rape you.”
Naruto’s right eye spasmed. “Say that again?”
Sakura did not waste another breath trying to explain to Naruto her best laid intent. She simply sprang up and dove right at him. She saw Naruto’s jaw dropped in shock seconds before she caught his mouth in hers and his wrists with her hands. Her legs wrapped around his hips automatically the instant her body made contact with his body. She ravished his lips, needing for a bruise there to appear.
She reasoned to herself that this was the way to let him know that she was willing to make everyone se the evidence of her intimacy with him; that she was not at all to be embarrassed to be his.
“Saku-chan…” he breathed out. “Stop. Your parents will be furious.”
Sakura chose to pay him no heed. She tipped his head back and worked to nibble on his neck. To ensure that he would not be able to get another word in edgewise, Sakura released one of his wrists and latched her hand on the erection she found pressed against her belly.
Naruto’s breathing became harsher, but he remained steadfast in his position—standing there rigidly instead of sinking in his jellied knees like Sakura had predicted.
“Sakura, couldn’t you just tell them we trained and you whopped my ass?” Naruto gasped.
She was momentarily forestalled by Naruto’s very logical comment. Much to her consternation, this gave Naruto the opportunity to pull his head back to its normal angle and lock gazes with her. As though he was possessed by reason itself, Naruto regarded her with solemn eyes and continued with his monologue, showing her further the rashness (i.e., stupidity) of her actions.
“Don’t get yourself into deeper trouble, Saku-chan. You parents are mad enough and I don’t think they are going to be pacified if you make it look as if you took advantage of me.”
Obviously, Naruto could not have been more correct in his assessment. Yet, Sakura still was having second thoughts on releasing him. Yes, admittedly, his way was simpler, easier and a hell more conducive to their well-being, whilst her plan was more than like to set the stage for the ultimate war f the villages. But, still, she hesitated.
“Do you want to come clean instead?” Naruto suggested quietly.
Sakura blinked at him in wide-eyes shock. “No! Are you crazy?”
“I’ll hold myself completely responsible,” he said firmly.
She shook her head furiously. “No! They would prohibit me from seeing you again! What kind of plan is that? They would have me transferred to a different team or you transferred to another! We would have different training schedules, different training partners! I don’t want to be stuck with Sasuke!”
She heaved a long suffering breath after her tirade and scowled fiercely at him. “Are you honestly going to leave me with Sasuke?!”
Rigidity slipped from Naruto’s features just as a smile flitted across his lips. The demanding tone she had taken with him definitely merited an equal treatment, but she could see that Naruto was inordinately please, instead of retorting back. From what it seemed, his reaction was probably a result of deciphering her almost ‘confession’. Indeed, when Sakura replayed back what she had said, she discovered for herself just how desperately in love she had sounded.
Extreme urgency left Sakura stuttering to correct her stupid blunder.
“Well, you know Sasuke! I—I mean, a block of wood would have more to say compared to him! Honestly, have you heard him laugh? Ever? Okay well, he snort now and then. But, what if because of his snorting he attracts boars into the team? They would be snorting all over each other and I would be the only one left who knows how to use the human language!”
Naruto's eyes crinkled and then, his face broke out into a genuine smile. “you’d completely be left out, neh?”
Sakura nodded solemnly. “Hai.”
“I would never leave you then.”
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They teleported right into a hot spring. Yes, you read that right. They teleported right there in the hot spring—not its bank, not on the tree branch over hanging it, but rather in the middle of the hot spring’s steamy waters. One second they were sailing in the air, the next second Sasuke found himself on Hinata’s lap, sitting sideways. They were both drenched, the water high up their chests.
Hinata was gasping for air, burdened by his weight. Though very much concerned for her health, Sasuke had no choice but to remain where he is. Besides, how could he move when he was being detained by the Hinata-arms around his waist? With her embracing him like this, struggling against her grip would actually be the last thing that he would have wanted to do.
“Where are we, Hinata?” he asked as he turned his head to look at her.
She gave him a smile that was a half-wince. “Hyuuga compound. In the women’s public bath.” She replied sheepishly. Then, her eyes fell shyly way from his, only to land on her appendages, which were currently imprisoning him.
She blushed. And blushed she did.
She relinquished her hold on him as though she was scalded and, from then on, completely lost control of her erring limbs. As if acquiring a life of their own, her hands went all over the place; doing whatever that they saw fit. To begin with, her hands got into a position that unmistakably said, “Sorry! Sorry! Did not mean to touch that!” A nanosecond later, at that instant she took note that they were still butt-naked, her hands hastily covered her breasts. Then, she slapped a palm over his eyes (most likely remembering his comment on certain admirable porcelain peaks). But then, she decided to drop this course of action as she probably deemed that she had strayed far too close to him. There is also that unquestionable chance that when she had reached over to block his sight, the view of his great manhood graced her eyes, causing her to abandon the task of obscuring his vision and subsequently causing her to squeal and shove him mightily off her.
By the time, Sasuke had composed himself (Hinata’s mighty push nearly made him kiss the hot spring’s rocky bottom), Hinata already had scrambled quite a distance away from him, one of her hands now slapped over her own eyes, whilst the other hand shielded her breasts from view.
“Isn’t it a little too late for modesty, Hinata?” he asked wryly, slowly wading through the water as he headed towards her direction.
He stopped just an inch away from her and waited for her answer. Yes, he knew that his question was rhetorical in nature; what he was actually rooting for was an explanation of why she had brought him here. He was fully capable of pounding Neji and showing her that he could take on no matter what challenge he would be presented with.
Hinata was taking too long to answer him. She has her mouth open, but no words were spilling out of it. One solution that Sasuke had devised to hasten her reply was to forcibly remove her hands from her eyes so she could look at him and be pressured to respond. With this in mind, he peeled her hands from the body parts they were shielding and ranged his features in an expectant expression.
He stared at her questioningly and she returned his stare, wide-eyes and wholly embarrassed. She had never looked more endearing, captivating, and utterly delectable. Sasuke usually could not be deterred from his initial goal by beautiful things such as Hinata, but there was just something in her that made Sasuke sort his priorities in a different manner. Like for this instance, he was more inclined to question her about her infatuation with Naruto rather than question her motives for bringing him here like he had initially intended.
Besides, she already had transported them into this place; the deed was done and there was really no need to inquire more into the issue. Her infatuation with Naruto was more important as this was what he would need to dissect and fix as soon as possible.
“Hinata, why are you always following us?” Sasuke asked thinking this would be the start of one very long interrogation, which would then lead to him making her understand why Naruto was totally unsuitable for her. Being in the mindset that Hinata would take her time making up an excuse, Sasuke was very surprised when she did no such thing. He wasn’t even quite done posing to affect an air of, “I-shall-wait-patiently-until-I-get-a-coherent-answer”, when Hinata blurted out: “Hanabi!”
Sasuke shook his head as he his mouth quirked to side, feeling quite exasperated. The answer Hinata gave him was an excuse, yes. However, it was so lame, he wasn’t even the least bit fooled by it. He expected something more like, :I happen to be in the same vicinity as you were at that time. Pure coincidence.” This statement he would have been able to at least believe, but “Hanabi”?
“Hinata-sama! Why are frolicking in the hot spring with this man? This is forbidden! He could be dangerous! He might taint your pristine flower!”
The voice above Sasuke’s head made everything very clear to him. It dawned on him (finally) that when Hinata exclaimed “Hanabi!” she was pertaining to the new comer in the scene. He would have ignored this “Hanabi” had it not for the fact that she was very loud and that she was already announcing to Hinata the things that he would have wanted to surprise her with (i.e., 1) he was certainly dangerous in bed, and 2) he will definitely taint Hinata’s pristine flower sometime in the foreseeable future).
“Step away from my sister!” Hanabi bellowed. “Hinata-sama, if you willingly came with this man, get out of the pool now before you disgrace the Hyuuga name!”
“She is not disgracing you precious family name,” Sasuke snapped back icily. “I pursued her here to court her.”
Hanabi’s jaw dropped. “You lie! Usotsuki! Only women can come to this section! And how come I’ve never seen you before? You and Hinata-sama are secret lovers, aren’t you?”
Ire made Sasuke’s eyes narrow into slits. He pierced Hanabi with a hate-filled glare and replied, “Your sister is practically a nun, She faints at the sight of her crush; could hardly form a coherent sentence at the thought of him. The hours that she spends outside of your home, she spends training with her team. Never had she been late in returning him. How do you suppose she could keep a lover?”
“You’re stalking my sister!” Hanabi accused. She pointed a trembling finger at him.
It would seem there was more than one unreasonable person in the Hyuuga household. Neji was one, and now, Hanabi had proven herself to be one as well. Sasuke could only stretch his patience so far. Between Neji and this brat, his patience just about reached its limits. For sure, he would have exploded in fury if Hinata did not intervene in time.
“Hanabi, stop this,” Hinata said in a surprisingly commanding tone. “Sasuke is a friend. Make yourself useful and get us towels and bathrobes, please.”
Hanabi’s face scrunched up and it looked as though she wanted to protest. But, then, she bowed low.
“As you wish, Hinata-sama.” She turned her back on them and continued, “I would have to report this to father, however.”
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Er, the next chapter will be posted in another month or so... very, very busy… this holy week is the only break that I would have for a very, very long time. I would appreciate any feedback, comments, reviews that you would give me. One more thing, if I would not be able to thank you personally for reading and reviewing, I am going to thank you now:
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Discovery consists of seeing what everybody has seen and thinking what nobody has thought.
-Albert von Szent-Gyorgyi
Give thanks for a little and you will find a lot.
-The Hausa of Nigeria
Author’s Notes:
Yes, I am completely aware of the fact that I haven’t updated this fic for a while mow. I had been so busy; I am even quite surprised that I had managed to take a bath every day. Anyways, my deepest apologies for the people who had sent me an email that I haven’t replied to yet, for the readers of this fic who had been waiting for this next chapter and for being so darn busy.
Sweets everyone?
DISCLAIMER:
I don’t have money enough to possibly own Naruto.
Ridding me of you
By Boyarina
Chapter 18: There is no escaping her parents
Only experiments under strictly controlled conditions could last forever. Unfrequented romantic interludes however, do not. People engaged in the latter scenario and who had spent their day training (and/or making love) without so much as a speck of dinner in their belies should, therefore, expect something to shatter the serenity of their interlude. Contrary to this assumption though, Sakura, who aptly fitted this description, still gave a start as her stomach and her companion’s stomach belted out a chorus when they growled together as one.
In a totally synchronized action, they both slapped a hand over their bellies and snapped their attention to each other as they shared a look and identically impish grins.
“Hungry,” she said at the same time that he blurted out, “Sorry.”
Sakura nibbled on her lower lip as the feeling of warmth crept up her cheeks and suffused her cheeks. Naruto was not doing so well on his end either. He looked at her, at a loss for words. His Adam’s apple bobbed each time he swallowed. A inch of space made itself between them. Between the growls of their stomach ad this almost hair-breadth’s distance that separated them, reality raced from whatever dimension it was gallivanting in and gate crashed into Sakura’s awareness.
Feeling conscious, Sakura riveted her gaze away from Naruto then, suddenly becoming concerned with the time she had spent with him and the fact that she had informed her mother that she would be home…today? Yesterday? Her eyes swung to the wall clock in Naruto’s room and noted the time. It read 6:00. As the sun was already disappearing once again in the horizon, it could only mean that she was supposed to be home the day before.
This was not going to be good.
“Sakura?” Naruto asked her softly. She didn’t provide him with an answer but rather took advantage of her dismay by seeking the refuge of his chest as she reasoned to herself that in doing so, she would be able to think up of a solution more quickly compared to panicking alone and thinking up of no solution at all.
Yes, she was pretty sure that she had not convinced you with the factuality of her intent. She couldn’t care less about your snide remarks of, ‘yeah, right!’, however for she was feeling mighty good at the moment. Naruto’s arms were around her once again and she already has dismissed everything else.
Skin to skin, his arousal beneath her bottom like before.
Until another bonehead (damn you reality and your comrades!) decided to interrupt and destroy their moment.
“There you are, Sakura!”
Startled, she cranked her head up so fast to the direction of the speaker that she pulled a neck muscle. Trying to ignore the pain that blossomed right below her ear, she identified who the new arrival was and strived with utmost difficulty to quell the urge to shove the intruder out of the window sill he was currently perched on. Truth to be told, shoving the intruder would have been so easy as he was on the window that was right above their heads
“Kakashi-sensei!” Naruto exclaimed, shock and annoyance interlaced in his voice. Noting their nudity in the face of one of the most perverted ninjas of all time, Naruto gathered her in his arms and ensured she was completely covered by their blanket as he was.
Their sensei regarded them with a frown of disapproval on his face. Sakura sent him a frown in return despite her efforts not to show her irritation at their teacher’s unwelcomed visit.
“Sakura! Your parents have requested a manhunt to be staged for you from the Hokage! Why in the world didn’t you go home?!”
The harsh and curt manner by which Kakashi-sensei scolded her made Sakura thought of retorting with her own admonition of Kakashi-sensei not knowing the use of a fully working door and arriving unannounced through Naruto’s window. But, she pulled up short of answering back as her sense’s words registered in her mind a second earlier before she could execute the act.
“I don’t have anything against you and Naruto, but you would have to be responsible enough and avoid making people concerned about you worry! As your senior jounin, I am liable for the two of you! My head is going to be the first to roll if anything happens to any of you on a day we are only supposed to be having training!” Kakashi paused here to breathe and huff, making it obvious that he was very irked with them.
His dramatic speech didn’t matter to Sakura though. Blood was coursing now through her veins not because of guilt or shame, but rather, because of panic. The words, “manhunt” and “against you and Naruto” rang more loudly in her ears than any other words that Kakashi-sensei uttered.
“Do my parents know that I am with Naruto?” she demanded hurriedly—something that she definitely regretted doing as it undeniably sounded like she was shamed to know that another learned she had done something intimate with Naruto.
Her bishounen’s arms eased from their protective grip and she felt his being, his connection with her shying away, retreating from the hurt she had caused him. Even Lalashi-sensei raised his eyebrows, his face set in an expression that told her what his impression was to what she had asked.
Dangit! But they were reading her all wrong! She was not at all embarrassed to be with Naruto. Rather, she was scared by the fact that her parents might make good with their threat and petition for the Hokage to revoke her rights to be a Konoha nin!
Her parents warned her before not to become acquainted with the Uzumaki kid and they would allow her to pursue her nindo. She thought that she could easily abide by what they have decreed. After all, how hard was it to stay aloof of someone whom you aren’t even acquainted with? When her parents laid this rule down, she wasn’t even friends with Naruto yet then, and didn’t even know him by his first name. He was simply ‘that Uzumaki kid’ to her when she had first started in the academy.
At the time Sakura’s parents learned that she was placed in the same team as Naruto, they went berserk. They seriously had considered taking it up to the Hokage so they could ask him to transfer Sakura to another team, or better yet, completely revoke her rights to be a ninja. She pleaded and begged her parents to rethink their intentions. She swore to them a million times that she wouldn’t have anything to do with Naruto and finally got their reluctant consent. They allowed her to continue with her ninja training, but not without their final say in the matter. They told her that she should never become friends with Naruto. They can be teammates, however, that is as far as it could go.
Initially, it was nit picking easy to treat Naruto like a dirt bag. At 12, he was boisterous, loud, and was an inch or two shorter than her. Furthermore, there was cool and handsome Sasuke that she could moon over. But then, she got tired of Sasuke’s ‘I’ve-got-a-stick-up-my-ass attitude and became totally enamored with ‘I-am-getting-mature’ Naruto. Sure, she was already partially infatuated with Naruto, especially since he always seemed like her knight-in-shining-armor when she was being picked on the by the academy bullies. Still, she reserved her infatuation and tried to act like she completely hated him.
Unfortunately, plans do not simply go as originally designed; as one would have naturally wanted. She failed in the endeavor of becoming Naruto’s hated teammate, fell in love with him, made love to him, and was now mucking everything up by blurting our a statement that informed everyone who heard it that she was ashamed to be with Naruto. One could say that she absolutely made one very topsy-turvy, utterly confusing situation for her and Naruto. If there’s anything that she should be doing now, it was to repair the damage the she had done.
She’s madly in love with Naruto and it would only be right to give him the impression that she did not meant to say that she was embarrassed to be with him.
Sakura made to twist her body so she could come face to face with Naruto. Only thing is, he held her firmly in place. He probably did not want to get a glimpse of her. He probable was angry at her. He probably didn’t want anything to with her.
“Get dressed, Sakura, I’m going to take you home,” Kakashi-sensei said, dispersing the heavy stillness that some over the room. “I am going to be waiting outside.”
“Don’t bother,” Naruto spoke up just when Kakashi-sensei moved to leap off the window sill. His voice was bland, emotionless. Sakura felt ice crawl up her spine upon hearing his tone.
“I’ll be taking her home, Kaka-sensei.”
“If that suits you,” Kakashi-sensei quipped, shrugged, and then jumped outside, disappearing from view.
Naruto climbed to his feet and walked towards the window, He closed the shutters, then, turned to stare at her. She slowly sat up and retuned his gaze.
“I got you some clothes,” he said before he broke eye contact. He strolled past the futon and motioned to a small pile of garments near the wall.
“Take your pick and get ready. I’ll make something for us to eat before we go.”
The dispassionate way he was speaking to her yanked at her guilt threads. She could not have it. She could not let this come to pass.
“Naruto,” she called out to him.
He ignored her. “I think it would be best if we hurry.”
“Naruto,” she tried once again
Yet, he persisted to ignore her. “We should be there in your house within the hour.”
“Naruto,” she said for the third time, not wanting to back down, not wanting to give up the battle until she has won.
“What?” he asked, finally conceding to her persistence.
Sakura smiled benignly. “I’ll rape you.”
Naruto’s right eye spasmed. “Say that again?”
Sakura did not waste another breath trying to explain to Naruto her best laid intent. She simply sprang up and dove right at him. She saw Naruto’s jaw dropped in shock seconds before she caught his mouth in hers and his wrists with her hands. Her legs wrapped around his hips automatically the instant her body made contact with his body. She ravished his lips, needing for a bruise there to appear.
She reasoned to herself that this was the way to let him know that she was willing to make everyone se the evidence of her intimacy with him; that she was not at all to be embarrassed to be his.
“Saku-chan…” he breathed out. “Stop. Your parents will be furious.”
Sakura chose to pay him no heed. She tipped his head back and worked to nibble on his neck. To ensure that he would not be able to get another word in edgewise, Sakura released one of his wrists and latched her hand on the erection she found pressed against her belly.
Naruto’s breathing became harsher, but he remained steadfast in his position—standing there rigidly instead of sinking in his jellied knees like Sakura had predicted.
“Sakura, couldn’t you just tell them we trained and you whopped my ass?” Naruto gasped.
She was momentarily forestalled by Naruto’s very logical comment. Much to her consternation, this gave Naruto the opportunity to pull his head back to its normal angle and lock gazes with her. As though he was possessed by reason itself, Naruto regarded her with solemn eyes and continued with his monologue, showing her further the rashness (i.e., stupidity) of her actions.
“Don’t get yourself into deeper trouble, Saku-chan. You parents are mad enough and I don’t think they are going to be pacified if you make it look as if you took advantage of me.”
Obviously, Naruto could not have been more correct in his assessment. Yet, Sakura still was having second thoughts on releasing him. Yes, admittedly, his way was simpler, easier and a hell more conducive to their well-being, whilst her plan was more than like to set the stage for the ultimate war f the villages. But, still, she hesitated.
“Do you want to come clean instead?” Naruto suggested quietly.
Sakura blinked at him in wide-eyes shock. “No! Are you crazy?”
“I’ll hold myself completely responsible,” he said firmly.
She shook her head furiously. “No! They would prohibit me from seeing you again! What kind of plan is that? They would have me transferred to a different team or you transferred to another! We would have different training schedules, different training partners! I don’t want to be stuck with Sasuke!”
She heaved a long suffering breath after her tirade and scowled fiercely at him. “Are you honestly going to leave me with Sasuke?!”
Rigidity slipped from Naruto’s features just as a smile flitted across his lips. The demanding tone she had taken with him definitely merited an equal treatment, but she could see that Naruto was inordinately please, instead of retorting back. From what it seemed, his reaction was probably a result of deciphering her almost ‘confession’. Indeed, when Sakura replayed back what she had said, she discovered for herself just how desperately in love she had sounded.
Extreme urgency left Sakura stuttering to correct her stupid blunder.
“Well, you know Sasuke! I—I mean, a block of wood would have more to say compared to him! Honestly, have you heard him laugh? Ever? Okay well, he snort now and then. But, what if because of his snorting he attracts boars into the team? They would be snorting all over each other and I would be the only one left who knows how to use the human language!”
Naruto's eyes crinkled and then, his face broke out into a genuine smile. “you’d completely be left out, neh?”
Sakura nodded solemnly. “Hai.”
“I would never leave you then.”
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They teleported right into a hot spring. Yes, you read that right. They teleported right there in the hot spring—not its bank, not on the tree branch over hanging it, but rather in the middle of the hot spring’s steamy waters. One second they were sailing in the air, the next second Sasuke found himself on Hinata’s lap, sitting sideways. They were both drenched, the water high up their chests.
Hinata was gasping for air, burdened by his weight. Though very much concerned for her health, Sasuke had no choice but to remain where he is. Besides, how could he move when he was being detained by the Hinata-arms around his waist? With her embracing him like this, struggling against her grip would actually be the last thing that he would have wanted to do.
“Where are we, Hinata?” he asked as he turned his head to look at her.
She gave him a smile that was a half-wince. “Hyuuga compound. In the women’s public bath.” She replied sheepishly. Then, her eyes fell shyly way from his, only to land on her appendages, which were currently imprisoning him.
She blushed. And blushed she did.
She relinquished her hold on him as though she was scalded and, from then on, completely lost control of her erring limbs. As if acquiring a life of their own, her hands went all over the place; doing whatever that they saw fit. To begin with, her hands got into a position that unmistakably said, “Sorry! Sorry! Did not mean to touch that!” A nanosecond later, at that instant she took note that they were still butt-naked, her hands hastily covered her breasts. Then, she slapped a palm over his eyes (most likely remembering his comment on certain admirable porcelain peaks). But then, she decided to drop this course of action as she probably deemed that she had strayed far too close to him. There is also that unquestionable chance that when she had reached over to block his sight, the view of his great manhood graced her eyes, causing her to abandon the task of obscuring his vision and subsequently causing her to squeal and shove him mightily off her.
By the time, Sasuke had composed himself (Hinata’s mighty push nearly made him kiss the hot spring’s rocky bottom), Hinata already had scrambled quite a distance away from him, one of her hands now slapped over her own eyes, whilst the other hand shielded her breasts from view.
“Isn’t it a little too late for modesty, Hinata?” he asked wryly, slowly wading through the water as he headed towards her direction.
He stopped just an inch away from her and waited for her answer. Yes, he knew that his question was rhetorical in nature; what he was actually rooting for was an explanation of why she had brought him here. He was fully capable of pounding Neji and showing her that he could take on no matter what challenge he would be presented with.
Hinata was taking too long to answer him. She has her mouth open, but no words were spilling out of it. One solution that Sasuke had devised to hasten her reply was to forcibly remove her hands from her eyes so she could look at him and be pressured to respond. With this in mind, he peeled her hands from the body parts they were shielding and ranged his features in an expectant expression.
He stared at her questioningly and she returned his stare, wide-eyes and wholly embarrassed. She had never looked more endearing, captivating, and utterly delectable. Sasuke usually could not be deterred from his initial goal by beautiful things such as Hinata, but there was just something in her that made Sasuke sort his priorities in a different manner. Like for this instance, he was more inclined to question her about her infatuation with Naruto rather than question her motives for bringing him here like he had initially intended.
Besides, she already had transported them into this place; the deed was done and there was really no need to inquire more into the issue. Her infatuation with Naruto was more important as this was what he would need to dissect and fix as soon as possible.
“Hinata, why are you always following us?” Sasuke asked thinking this would be the start of one very long interrogation, which would then lead to him making her understand why Naruto was totally unsuitable for her. Being in the mindset that Hinata would take her time making up an excuse, Sasuke was very surprised when she did no such thing. He wasn’t even quite done posing to affect an air of, “I-shall-wait-patiently-until-I-get-a-coherent-answer”, when Hinata blurted out: “Hanabi!”
Sasuke shook his head as he his mouth quirked to side, feeling quite exasperated. The answer Hinata gave him was an excuse, yes. However, it was so lame, he wasn’t even the least bit fooled by it. He expected something more like, :I happen to be in the same vicinity as you were at that time. Pure coincidence.” This statement he would have been able to at least believe, but “Hanabi”?
“Hinata-sama! Why are frolicking in the hot spring with this man? This is forbidden! He could be dangerous! He might taint your pristine flower!”
The voice above Sasuke’s head made everything very clear to him. It dawned on him (finally) that when Hinata exclaimed “Hanabi!” she was pertaining to the new comer in the scene. He would have ignored this “Hanabi” had it not for the fact that she was very loud and that she was already announcing to Hinata the things that he would have wanted to surprise her with (i.e., 1) he was certainly dangerous in bed, and 2) he will definitely taint Hinata’s pristine flower sometime in the foreseeable future).
“Step away from my sister!” Hanabi bellowed. “Hinata-sama, if you willingly came with this man, get out of the pool now before you disgrace the Hyuuga name!”
“She is not disgracing you precious family name,” Sasuke snapped back icily. “I pursued her here to court her.”
Hanabi’s jaw dropped. “You lie! Usotsuki! Only women can come to this section! And how come I’ve never seen you before? You and Hinata-sama are secret lovers, aren’t you?”
Ire made Sasuke’s eyes narrow into slits. He pierced Hanabi with a hate-filled glare and replied, “Your sister is practically a nun, She faints at the sight of her crush; could hardly form a coherent sentence at the thought of him. The hours that she spends outside of your home, she spends training with her team. Never had she been late in returning him. How do you suppose she could keep a lover?”
“You’re stalking my sister!” Hanabi accused. She pointed a trembling finger at him.
It would seem there was more than one unreasonable person in the Hyuuga household. Neji was one, and now, Hanabi had proven herself to be one as well. Sasuke could only stretch his patience so far. Between Neji and this brat, his patience just about reached its limits. For sure, he would have exploded in fury if Hinata did not intervene in time.
“Hanabi, stop this,” Hinata said in a surprisingly commanding tone. “Sasuke is a friend. Make yourself useful and get us towels and bathrobes, please.”
Hanabi’s face scrunched up and it looked as though she wanted to protest. But, then, she bowed low.
“As you wish, Hinata-sama.” She turned her back on them and continued, “I would have to report this to father, however.”
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Er, the next chapter will be posted in another month or so... very, very busy… this holy week is the only break that I would have for a very, very long time. I would appreciate any feedback, comments, reviews that you would give me. One more thing, if I would not be able to thank you personally for reading and reviewing, I am going to thank you now:
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