Hinata and Her Escort

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“…Hinata…Hinata, can you hear me…”

The voice was pulling her from the dark haze behind her eyelids to a bright blurry room before her. She was in her bedroom, her dim lit bedroom and just moving into her line of vision over her was a blurry male figure.

“W-what,” she voiced once her vision cleared.

“There you are, you had me scared there for a minute,” the guy smiled.

Hinata just laid there, frowning, trying to remember what happened. She drew her attention to the ceiling as a focus point to figure out why she was just waking up with a guy over her, dabbing a wet, cool cloth on her forehead.

Alright I had a birthday party, two birthday parties, one with my family and the other with my friends, she thought.

The cloth moved to the right side of her face.

I received gifts from both, one party in particular I really loved the gifts.

The cloth moved under her chin; slowly from along side her jaw.

I was blindfolded. That’s right I was supposed to be looking for something…but what.

It followed her jaw line again until it reached just behind her right ear. Then moving slowly down the contour of her neck until it moved inward, reaching the small dip lying in the middle at the base of her neck and lingered there.

Just what was I looking for?

Warm puff of breath touched her ear and she involuntarily shook from the feel of it.

“Are you alright,” the guy’s voice asked after a soft quiet laughter. “I hope you don’t mind the closeness,” he added, causing another shiver to course through her body when his lips brushed against her ear.

And then it hit her, the memories of what happened. Her friends tricking her into believing that there was another gift in her room only to find a young man standing in front of her with a romantic atmosphere behind him. It was a total setup.

The cloth that was left at the base of her neck began to move again. It was moving downward very slowly almost reaching the first button to her burgundy blouse, which, to her, was moving a little too close to her chest.

She sat up quickly, causing the guy to pull himself back away from her before a collision would form between them. She gripped the top of her blouse close as she scooted off what she just realized was her bed and turned to the smiling guy leaning on his elbows on her bed.

“And she’s responding, doctor, it’s a miracle,” he said sitting up. “I thought I might have lost you again. You zoned out on me.”

“W-who are y-you, why are you here,” Hinata asked panicky.

She moved backwards as the guy removed himself from her bed to walk over towards her.

“My name is Kiba,” he said extending his hand out to her. It only caused Hinata to back up fully until her back hit the bedroom’s closed door. He put his hand down and rubbed behind his head nervously when Hinata just stared at it. “I’m here because your friends…” he paused in his words when he was interrupted by the frighten, young woman in front of him.

“My friends,” she bellowed, looking up in Kiba’s slit eyes. “My friends” This time she whispered it and looked away from Kiba’s face to the floor in thought.

“Yeah, your friends hired me…” again he was interrupted when Hinata opened up the door to the room and ran out. “…for the night,” he lamely finished.

He let out a sigh seeing Hinata run down the hall and to her right into the living room. Balling the cloth in his hands, he threw it on the dresser in the room and followed her out in the living room.

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She was looking everywhere for them. First, the living room but it was empty. The kitchen, but all that was there was the half eaten cake and five individual cups that told her, her friends was there and not her imagination playing tricks on her, though she does wished for the situation with the guy was something of her imagination. Next room she checked was her art room, which, with its strong smell of paint fume, told her, her friends wasn’t there either. She checked everywhere and there was no sign of them. She walked back into the living room where the guy, Kiba, leaned against the couch watching her every move. Unconsciously, she grabbed hold to her blouse at the top feeling the sense of being touched with the wet cloth again and shook from the remembrance of his breath and lips touching her ear. A smile broke on his face seemingly to know exactly why she was blushing and closing her blouse to him again.

She adverted her eyes from him and looked around the area at a safe distance.

With a sigh, Kiba finally clue her in on the situation. “They are not here.”

“W-what,” Hinata uttered, turning to look at him to explain, but all he did was to look towards the front door as if that would explain it further.

Which, to her surprise, it sort of did when she looked to the door to see a folded, white sheet of paper taped to the tan door. Walking towards it she thought about how many times she had to pass the door in her search for her friends and not see it there. If she was looking for a note then yes it would have been noticeable but she wasn’t looking for one.

Detaching the folded paper, she opened it up and read Temari’s handwriting inside.

Have fun with your gift but not too much fun. We want all the juicy details of your night tomorrow. See ya and again, happy birthday.

Love,

Temari and friends

She was speechless. They left her here with a stranger and told her to have fun and that was suppose to explain why Kiba was here. How could she response to this. She reread the note again, trying to see if there was a hidden message between the words or at least give her more then what was said, but there was nothing.

“What I do requires just the two of us. Your friends knew that when they hired me,” Kiba explained, standing parallel from her in the living room.

“B-but I didn’t know a-about this. W-why would they do this?”

“They wanted it to be a surprise, sort of an advance gift for your 21st birthday.”

“B-but how c-could they think I would w-want…this,” she indicated by looking at Kiba up and down.

“That is why I’m here. To give you what you want. To do things you typically won’t do with your friends. You could almost say I’m a private companion. I’m solely here for you.”

How could she grasp something like this? A guy hired just for her, who would do such a thing. Apparently her friends could.

She walked, stun, to the living room and flop down on the couch. She couldn’t believe what was happening here, to her of all people. She was a good girl. Good girls don’t associate themselves with this kind of scenario.

“Usually we would go out to a specific place of your choice, my place if I had to choose….yours. I figured since it’s late and I was hired by your friends as a surprise gift, your place was much suitable for what I do. Hence, the setup in your bedroom,” he explained further.

“A-and do w-what exactly,” Hinata asked looking up from the floor and looking beside her to where Kiba stood behind the couch on the other side.

“Again, like I said…whatever you want.”

“And what if I d-don’t want this, y-you here?”

“Then, I guess I will go. I was already paid for so…since it’s only been an hour and I was paid for three, I guess I’ll keep an hour pay and return the rest of your friends’ money to them tomorrow.”

He watched as Hinata just sat there, back to looking down at the floor and fiddling her fingers in her lap.

“Well, it was nice meeting you Hinata,” he put in as he began to walk back to the bedroom.

Hinata gave him a side glance and nod her head before going back to looking at the floor. Taking it as it was, Kiba left the room to gather his things to leave.

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“Hi, you reached the lovely Ino Yamanaka, I can’t come to the phone right now but if you would like to leave your name, your number, and a brief message, I’ll try to get back to you. Please leave your message after the beep…BEEP”

Hinata hung up her cell phone with a frustrating sigh and toss it on the couch. She was in the kitchen now, drinking a glass of water and calling up her four friends. Unfortunately, she called them, Ino being the last person, and all she got were their answer machines. They were purposely not answering their cell phones. This she knew since they planned this whole thing.

They’re probably home or over Ino’s house laughing up a riot over this, Hinata thought.

Finishing up her drink, she walked back into the living room to get her phone again but changed her mind. She was going to call Neji or maybe Shino but seeing that it was late, she thought against it. Didn’t want to wake them and worry them about something that she could handle by herself. She did though, picked up the note left by her friends and balled it up, sending it flying to the trashcan in the kitchen which it hit the side of it and bounced onto the floor. Figured she would get it later, she grabbed her art books and began to head into her art room.

A crashing noise stopped her in her tracks and she back stepped to the hallway to where the noise came from. It came from her bedroom. Kiba she thought remembering the guy was still in her room. Curiously, she walked down the hall to her room until she reached the doorway to see Kiba squatting down to pick up her school books off the floor. He must have ran into her night stand for the books to have fallen. While in the mist of gathering the books to be put back on the night stand, one book caught his attention. He flipped through the pages of one of her business book and scanned the pages over, stopping when reading a few words or sentences in the book.

From the corner of his eye he saw Hinata standing watching him and he quickly stood up, closing the book and putting it in the pile back on the nightstand.

“Sorry about that, I was just looking.”

“I-it’s okay,” Hinata answered back.

“Let me hurry up, I’m sure you’re ready to go to bed right about now.”

He went back to blowing out the candles and gathering them inside a plastic bag he carried with him. The light in the room was on and the curtains were drawn open, showing the late night outside which lit neighboring buildings surrounding them down below. Her penthouse was at the top floor of the building so she had a nice view of the village outside.

The smell of strawberry caught her attention and she followed the smell to the tray of her favorite dessert sitting up on her dresser by the door. The appetizing dish was set on a thin silver tray with two silver bowls separate for the whip-cream and strawberries. The fruit looked fresh and red and the droplets of moisture on them only made Hinata’s mouth water for them.

Putting her books down quietly beside the tray, she looked behind her to see Kiba still blowing out the arrangement of candles around the room, oblivious to what Hinata was about to do. It’ll just be one, she thought as she picked up one of the reddest ones at the top. She dipped it in the fluffy cream and took a big bit out of the fruit. Just how she remembered it would taste like, only it was missing the centerpiece to the whole memorable dessert she use to have.

Her mother would always fixed strawberry pound cake as a dessert to have for a night snack or just to fix it because she knew it was her favorite. Even fixing it both for her birthday and for a small treat for her bento for school, it was there and Hinata missed it. Now that her mother was gone, she never had her delicious treat anymore. Store bought brand have nothing compared to her mother’s cake, made with her own special mix to savor the great taste she miss and love. So she settled for the next best thing, the strawberry with whip-cream. It wasn’t strawberry pound cake but the strawberry and whip-cream does tend to be her weakness.

She closed her eyes to only allow her senses to focus on the taste melting in her mouth. It was life’s sweet pleasure.

“You can have them if you want,” Kiba suggested, startling and almost choking Hinata from her enjoyment.

She turned around to see Kiba standing but a foot away from her and she quickly swallowed the rest of her fruit and cream and moved back to standing in the door way.

“Your friends told me it was your favorite.” He picked up a strawberry and took a bit from it. “So before I came here, I stopped by a nearby store and bought some of their fresh strawberries and a can of whip-cream.”

“…”

Since she didn’t say anything, he went on. “It’s sort of what I based my whole set up with, hence the reason for the red, strawberry scented candles,” he let out a small laugh.

“Y-you didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to,” he looked at her sincerely.

“A-all this f-for me, y-you hardly even know me,” Hinata blushed.

“True, but it was your special and only day of turning 21 and I wanted to make it special for you. Plus, it’s part of my job.”

Internally, Hinata was groaning. Now she felt bad that she was asking Kiba to leave knowing what he did to make her night special. All this for her for no apparent reason except to say it’s part of his job and in return, she was having him leave because she was nervous and scared of him.

She looked over from her downcast eyes to see him back blowing and picking up the last candle in the room and putting it in the bag in his hand. He was nice and kind to her. Didn’t do anything that she would consider a dangerous pervert or rapist. Though there was that time with the cloth, but he was just helping her. She had fainted. As far as to explain the reason behind his lips and breathe touching her ear, she couldn’t hold that against him. Besides, they kind of felt nice.

Anyway, the point for this was, she couldn’t let him leave. He had three hours, one hour already passed, so why not have him finish up the rest of the two hours he was paid for. It wouldn’t hurt.

Taking in and letting out a deep shaky breath, Hinata voiced her decision.

“Y-you c-can stay.”

“Excuse me,” Kiba frowned looking behind him after putting the bag full of candles in a small black duffle bag he brought out from her bathroom.

“Y-you can s-stay if y-you want to,” she repeated after taking a big swallow.

“Do you want me to?”

Feeling she had lost her voice, she answered him with a nod of her head.

“Then I guess I’ll stay.”

Now that was over with and she felt better for it, the matter of figuring out what to do with the rest of his two hours was pondering in her head.

Tbc……

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