One or Two

Author’s notes:

Life is so annoyingly ironic, it’s freaking funny.

DISCLAIMER:

I do not own Naruto.


One or Two
By Boyarina

Chapter Two: Hinata and Her Toy

There was a little something to be said regarding going out of your comfort zone. For Hinata, four words would just about sum it all up: “Do not do it.” This statement was not hard to learn by heart. With the innumerable number of times that she had found herself wedged between a technically embarrassing situation and the nagging whispers of guilt, Hinata knew all too well that doing something you normally would not do could only result in you being the central victim of a Greek tragedy. She was perfectly aware of this. Hard and fast truth of her life as it was, suddenly forgetting it would be unthinkable. But, Hinata did exactly that—she ignored it, pushed it way, way back in the recesses of her brain and eventually (stupidly) forgot about it. All precautions about the dangers lying in wait for her were lost. Happy and ecstatic for the new adventure she had embarked on, Hinata didn’t realize that she had practically set the stage of her own Greek tragedy.

Until now.

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Gaara already had a mental picture of his prize in his mind. He had dressed her in all manner of tight and skimpy clothing in his head then slowly peeled them off until she was wearing only but the bear minimum requirement that were just about enough to say that she was still (at the very least) covered. Her come hither look, her sexy invitation once she learned of his intent were both played so well by imagination that he didn’t doubt for a second that these were really the events that would take place.

But then, she transformed on him. No, she didn’t do it on purpose. He was spying on her when she suddenly cast aside her fake identity, took a long deep breath, exhaled and then emptied the contents of her package on the bed. Though Gaara didn’t show it, he was taken aback by surprise at the sight. The girl he had followed here in this dingy hotel room was none other than Hyuuga Hinata. What was more it that was she got clutched in her hands a dildo almost the size of his own (to be ever so blunt about it) dick.

It was fascinating to say the least. After he got over his initial shock, his memories of Hinata came back to him. Back when they were 16 years old, her father approached him to ask if he would consider Hinata to be his future bride. Gaara had told Hinata’s father that he would like to meet Hinata first, just for the sake of saying that he had tried, did his part, but it really just didn’t work out.

And it really didn’t. Hinata had been too twitchy for him. She had stammered a lot, apologized too much. Gaara hated it. One thing that he could not stand when it comes to the opposite sex was the trait of being spineless. Hinata, based on that meeting he had with her, was all that and more.

Gaara had not crossed paths with her since then, not even by chance. It was probably because they were from two different villages. And during the times he had actually visited Konoha, he was in the red district, the least likely place that anyone would find Hinata.

But again, this was fascinating. Stammering, spineless Hinata was the very person whose tracks he had been dogging. Her path led them right here in this hotel room, a dick in her grasp. Was she expecting someone to se it on her? Was she planning to do it alone?

The answer came a few seconds later. Gaara watched as Hinata did a quick survey of the room and then began to strip down to her underwear. All this time, she had yet to let of her toy. She sat at the foot of the bed and held up the dildo in front of her face. She smiled queasily.

“How am I going to fit you in me?”

Gaara at some point earlier thought of leaving. The circumstances now changed, however, and they required for him to remain. Looking at it in a shinobi’s point of view, he was now dealing with a lady in distress, and her problem was “how to fit the dildo inside of her.” Truth to be told, he was only to willing to assist her with that.

Gaara grinned an indiscernible cheeky grin.

The room where Hinata was in has no booby traps of any sort. It would be easy to slip inside of it. Gaara waited until Hinata’s back was turned on him when he made his entrance.

“You know, it wouldn’t take a math genius how to figure that out.”

Hinata jumped a foot in the air. She swiveled around, recognized who he was and gasped.

“Oh. My. God.”

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Hinata backed away from the figure standing before her. She knew him and he knew her. Her father talked about getting them together once, but Gaara had rejected her. Now, he was here. Talk about humiliation.

There was no dignity from where she was standing at right now. She felt both like crawling into the underside of the bed and belting out a maniacal laugh. What was she left to do anyway? Throw the sheets to cover herself? Stammer out an explanation? Blush to the roots of her hair?

Wait. She was already doing that. Something done differently was in order. After all, Gaara couldn’t really reject her twice.

Hinata grappled for her composure, stuck it neatly in place and collected herself. “Gaara-san, you must be in the wrong room.”

An amused expression met her statement. “Actually, I am thinking more like YOU are in the wrong place.”

Witty comebacks floated around Hinata’s head, several of which she could have used as a verbal parry to what Gaara had said. She could have grabbed one and tossed it into their conversation. But, Gaara strode over to her so fast, her throat suddenly closed up. Her feet retreated automatically until her calves touched the rear of the bed. The dildo dropped fro her hand and rolled to the middle of the bed.

There was nowhere else for her to go. Hinata opened her mouth to demand/yelp/squeak for Gaara to move away from her. Once again, she was saved from saying anything as Gaara simply stepped to the side and sat on the bed instead of closing in on her. Shoulders sagging, she sighed in relief.

“I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but you said you were having a problem with this?”

Hinata cranked her head all the way to the back to check what Gaara was pertaining to. Seeing what he had gotten his hands onto made Hinata swivel around and gasp. Horror dawned in her. He was holding the dildo she had bought, examining it like it was some great artifact. This time, Hinata managed out a squeak. She had forgotten all about her purchase, until Gaara bought it up.

“N-no problem!” She half-stuttered, half-gurgled out. “No problem at all!” She attempted to grab the dildo out of Gaara’s hands. However, he held it out of her reach. Frustration prodded Hinata to lean further in order to catch her prize. The cocky smile on Gaara’s lips added to her frustration, pushing her to exert more effort to seize the dildo.

She really shouldn’t have bought the damn thing in the first place!

No matter how hard Hinata tried, she still gained no access. Gaara, insufferable boar that he was, kept his cocky grin in place, amused by her struggles. A growl suddenly broke out of her lips. It really was unintentional but she got quite incensed when she heard it. Feeling a bit more bold and daring now, she raised her foot…

And stomped it right on Gaara’s chest. What she had done exhilarated her, whilst it stunned Gaara. There was nothing that could have stopped her from getting the dildo she so needed, at least to her thinking. That was why, she, Hinata the great, the invincible, disregarded plausible consequences and just simply swiped at the dildo that Gaara (in actuality) has no right to hold.

It was supposed to her moment of glory. Just that, Gaara snapped out of his momentary lapse a second earlier than she had expected. With his facilities in check, while Hinata was all but lost hers due to extreme excitement at the idea of wining over him, Gaara immediately latched onto the foot she had been using to pin him down and used that to lift her and threw her off him. She sailed past his head; would have hit the wall the bed was pushed against to if not for her dexterity. Cat-like, she did a head-flip and landed on both her hands and knees.

Recovering was at the bottom of Hinata’s ‘things-to-think-about-and-things-that-she-should-be-feeling-after-being-tossed-in-the-air-and-landing-almost-sprawled-on-the-bed’. Since her top priority was actually calling Gaara names and listing the objects she should throw at his directions instead of plotting her next moves, she was not exactly prepared when Gaara lunged to tackle her.

He flipped her easily, exposing her bare (read: COMPLETELY NAKED) underbelly. He was on top of her in his all fours. Though being aware of her vulnerable position came a little too late, at least Hinata realized now that she better cook up something to steal the dildo from Gaara. This was her chance.

“Why are you so eager to get this dildo from me?” Gaara asked. This question was obviously for her (as no one else was there, but the two of them) but Hinata did not pick up on it until after a couple of heartbeats have passed. She had been so busy spying for the location of the dildo (which she eventually found pinned beneath one of Gaara’s palms) that the question just went right over her head.

“Hinata.”

She jerked her head and finally became cognizant enough to tell that Gaara was waiting for an answer.

“Nani?”

Gaara pursed his lips, displeased because she didn’t paid enough attention to understand what he was asking of her. Hinata didn’t worry herself too much with his reaction, however, as she became absorbed once again in the task of setting her dildo free. Her fingers crawled over to their target and they would have started prying it loose if Gaara only had stayed quiet. As though purposively stunning her and freezing her in place, his very next words iced her world over.

“You won’t need this dildo. I’ve got a penis.”

Impenetrable silence followed Gaara’s statement as Hinata took her time digesting what he had said. When her not-so-genius-mind finally sorted out what he meant, her eyes rounded and she goggled at him.

“Are you inviting me to have…” she trailed off as the missing part of her statement refused to come out of her lips. Struggling to get them to cross the borders of her tongue and lips p-roved to be an exercise in futility and she ended up merely flapping her mouth with nothing coming out.

Gaara raised his eyebrows and thankfully finished her statement for her. “Have sex with you?” He made humping motions in the air as he said this. Given that he was on top of her, Hinata didn’t have a hard tie imagining what it would be like to be fucked by Gaara.

“Actually, I’m telling you that I’ll be having sex with you,” he said casually.