A Wild Storm of Love

A Wild Storm of Love by Hestia

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

Chapter 5: The Benefits of ANBU Training

Hinata woke up suddenly, Byakugan activated, kunai in hand. The light was on in her bedroom, and Sai was sitting crosslegged on the foot of her bed, sketching her. Hinata, like a good chuunin, rapidly calculated the situation: enemy penetration of high security defenses, an achievement that suggested stealth skills at the hokage-level. The enemy had the most beautiful violet chakra that was so dim she could barely make it out—jounin-level chakra-cloaking skills . . . and he was gorgeous . . . and her first lover.

A shiver ran through her body, and she could feel her nipples harden and her insides begin to moisten. Maybe he had been able to be in her room undetected so long because of the drugs she had taken? But no, the herbs she’d drunk and rubbed on her body were designed to relax muscles, ease swelling, combate mild anxiety, and dull pain—nothing that should have put her in a sleep too deep to defend herself. No, Sai was just that good.

But she was mad at him for thinking so badly of her, mad for him coming here and breaking in—her clan had suffered one of its greatest tragic losses due to her being kidnapped. Clandestine intruders would not be something they would take lightly. She sniffed, deactivating her byakugan, and put up the kunai. She calmly raised the sheet up to cover more of herself before saying in a voice that didn’t stutter at all, “Yes?”

Sai smiled at her, and she felt herself blush. Her hands started to rise up to fiddle with each other, and she made them grip her thighs through the sheets instead.

“I was wrong,” he said. “You do not hurt anyone or anything without it being necessary. I have watched you with your teammates, your rivals, your family, your clients, your opponents, your students, and all of your behavior predicts that you would be an exceptional mother. You would never abort your child.” Sai paused, and Hinata could see he was thinking deeply, confused.

“You’re forgiven,” said Hinata, her anger gone, and a resolve filling her. Maybe Sai and she couldn’t marry, but they could date—they would date. “But, I want you to take me to see that new Princess Gale film.”

“I don’t want to see that film,” said Sai. Neither his voice or expression had changed, but he was happier, Hinata could tell, although she didn’t even know how.

“But I want to see it,” said Hinata, filled with courage. This gorgeous, talented nin, wanted her, had apologized to her—and he saw her, the real Hinata. He was willing to take on the most powerful clan in Konoha alone . . . he’d come to her, come into the heart of her family’s compound just to apologize to her, Hinata!

Feeling both bold and beautiful, she said softly but firmly, “You are my boyfriend now, Sai. That means you take me to the films that I want to see and don’t complain, and then I, well, ah, with proper precautions, ah, well, afterwards, ah, like a rr-rr-re-reward . . .” Bright pink, Hinata couldn’t continue and gasped for air, feeling like she was going to faint . . . oh no . . . she hadn’t changed that much after all . . .

“That sounds like you are a cheap whore,” said Sai in a flat voice that instantly restored Hinata’s breath and made her anger flare up again.

“Well, fine, leave then! It’s your loss if you’re so stupid you can’t see there is a big difference! It’s dating! And the woman doesn’t sleep with her boyfriend for the price of movie ticket, you idiot! It’s because he is willing to do what she likes, even if he doesn’t like it, just to make her happy! That makes her want to do what makes him happy, and since most guys think with their d- d-, ah . . .”

Hinata’s embarrassment suddenly sapped the rage she was feeling. And Sai had just apologized and risked his life to do so, too! But to say she sounded like a whore! Just because she wanted to go on a date! “That’s how dating works!” snapped Hinata, “and everyone likes Princess Gale films, from beggars to the Hokage! Even Sasuke went to them!”

Sai just kept looking at her, tilting his head a little.

Hinata felt guilty: of course, Sasuke had had to go for a mission. And yes, not all dates involved that. Good girls probably didn’t do that . . . she never intended to . . . but he’d not asked! He’d just taken her! But he was so alone, so isolated . . . so needy . . . so like her . . . Ah! How he looked at her! Those eyes!

The intensity on Sai’s face, the beauty of him, made Hinata remember how perfect, how beautiful he’d made her feel . . . no, she was beautiful, surely no one so cool, so classy, so perfect looking as Sai would want anyone less than beautiful . . . and poor thing, he didn’t know about how people worked! He, too, wasn’t any good at socializing!

“Sasuke, Naruto, and Sakura even worked with the lead actress on a mission,” said Hinata, her calmness back. Her hands let the sheet fall down, revealing her nightgown, the silk one, the one with lace, the one she had thought too beautiful for a plain girl to wear. Sai’s eyes followed the sheet’s fall, and his mouth opened just a little as they rose up to meet hers. He looked . . . he looked so . . . so Sai . . .

“Naruto doesn’t just like Princess Gale films, he also likes Icha, Icha films,” said Sai abruptly, startling Hinata. Sai’s words sounded different, rather, well, dangerous, ANBU dangerous.

“Do you want to go see the newest Icha, Icha film because Naruto likes it?” Sai continued and understanding flashed into Hinata’s mind. He was jealous!

“No, I don’t want to see a film like that,” replied Hinata, calmly, trying to cool the envy in Sai, a feeling he wasn’t showing and didn’t even seem aware of. But Sai wouldn’t hurt her; Sai was no danger to her, Hinata knew, like she knew her own name. “I want to see the Princess Gale film because I want to be like her, to be strong, to help others, to be beautiful, to inspire others--”

“You already are like her then, Hinata,” said Sai. “I will take you to the film. Perhaps you will want to ask Naruto and Sakura to go with us,” added Sai, his head looking down at the sketchbook, cool and calm with no expression. But Hinata knew, she wasn’t sure how, that he was hurting, that she had hurt him . . . and she’d hurt him when she’d stormed off . . . when he’d wanted to protect her, to protect their child . . . a child . . . he was like a hurt child in so many ways . . .

“Sai, it’s you I want not Naruto,” said Hinata, “I don’t want Naruto; I realized that when I woke up in your bed.”

Hinate knew she loved Naruto and always would: as a friend, as an inspiration. He would always be special, be her motivation to do better, but he wasn’t the man for her. He didn’t see her, Hinata, the real Hinata. And she wanted someone who thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world, and for Naruto that was Sakura. She wanted someone who wouldn’t read those awful orange books or watch those horrible Icha, Icha movies, someone that wouldn’t made up those embarrassing awful sexy jutsus . . . although that one that featured Sai and Sasuke . . . but no jutsu could capture the real Sai . . . this warrior, this killer, this lover, this lonely, lost boy inside the beautiful man . . .

“Sai, you don’t have to worry that I would . . . I could never . . . I could never hurt you like that, betray you with your friend, our friend. Nor could I do that to Sakura. Or even if Naruto was free, if you’d never chosen me . . . I wouldn’t . . . well, do that with him, no, I couldn’t, I really couldn’t . . . it’s you, you’re the one . . . Sai . . . I am honored you think I’m like Princess Gale. I’m honored you see me because when I look at you, I see someone very, very precious . . . ”

The look on his face . . . oh, god, that look was just for her. And once more she felt on fire, forgetting everything but the feelings, the needs, the love that seemed to come from nowhere and pulse between them. “Sai!” she cried out reaching for him, pulling at him, needing him, needing him closer, needing his skin, his touch, his kiss . . .

He was worshipping her: his lips, his tongue, claiming her mouth, her face, her ears, her chin, her neck . . . but she needed more, wanted more . . . she wanted to show him how much he meant. She pulled at his clothes, wanting them gone, and he suddenly vanished with a puff and reappeared above her naked . . . with a condom on . . .

She loved him! Oh, god, she loved him! There was no hesitation—she spread her legs and arms, raising them up and wrapping them around Sai. Her silk nightgown was bunched up on stomach, her womanhood open for her love, for Sai. He pushed down as she rose up—and his cock slid into her warm wetness that was open, swollen, and ready just as his flesh was too.

They moved together like it wasn’t the second time, but as if they had been lovers forever. “You’re perfect . . .” he murmured . . . Miss Perfect is your true name . . .”

“No, no, I don’t want to be perfect,” protested Hinata between kissing Sai’s face, his temple, his check, his shoulder. “Call me Ata-chan, no one but you has ever called me that . . . oh, Sai, Sai . . . Sai . . . this is so crazy, so, so . . .”

Sai pulled up from her, so she could see that face above her, see into those dark eyes, see into his soul. His manhood was barely in her, almost slipping out, his face too far from hers to kiss. “Perfect, Ata-chan?” he asked as he moved down, sliding his cock back inside, filling her. His face moved down to hers; she felt him deep inside her, felt his breath upon her lips, and knew that he was about to kiss her once again.

“Yes, Sai, Yes,” she agreed, her lips closing the tiny gap between them. She couldn’t tell where she ended and he began . . . yes, it was perfect . . . perfect . . . and then her body began to climax, and she couldn’t think: she could only feel, feel them together, throbbing and moving . . . together . . .

She awoke feeling cold and confused . . . Sai was wiping her body with a cool cloth, completely dressed and armed for a mission. She was in his bedroom again. “Sai?” she asked.

“I have a mission, but I’ll pick you up at 7 in two days,” said Sai. He lifted her up as if she weighed nothing, letting her legs hang down, so her nightgown fell down over her legs. Her large breasts in the thin silk touched his chest, her nipples hardening at the contact. She felt Sai twitch in response, and she knew he wanted her again.

Their eyes met, and then he had transported her to her room and was setting her down gently on her bed. That shouldn’t be possible, shouldn’t be so easy—this whole wing of the Hyuuga house was supposed to be impossible to transport into. But this was Sai, who was ANBU, ANBU of the highest level—and her love. He pulled a paper out of his shirt and handed it to her, and then with one look between them, a look that Hinata understood and returned, he vanished again.

Her body shook when he vanished—oh, god, Sai! Sai and she! Sai—her body, inside and out quivered, marked by Sai. He had claimed everything, every bit of her, all of her. He’d changed her forever—she was no girl, but a grown woman, a full woman. And he was hers, he needed her, he wanted her, he liked her, he thought her perfect. He loved her, yes, he did. He loved her. She loved him.

She looked down at the paper he’d given her. It was a sketch of the two of them—holding hands. It didn’t show their faces, in fact it showed their backs as they looked at a rising sun. But Hinata knew this was a declaration, a promise. They would face the new day, their new lives together. It wouldn’t be easy . . . but it didn’t matter . . . they were both strong, both beautiful, both in love. It would be alright. No, it would be perfect. Hinata raised the sketch to her lips and kissed the back of her love’s head. For a moment, the paper felt like hair against her lips. But it was only paper, and she didn’t want to damage it. Someday, she would frame it and hang it by their bed . . . Sai’s and her bed. Someday . . . some perfect day . . .