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Naruto AU/AR › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
1,510
Reviews:
13
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter five: Lose
Chapter 5: Lose
Hinata stared at her reflection. She thought it looked so odd. For years she had worn the same short wig because her father refused to allow her to cut her hair. Her hair was now longer than Neji’s and refused to cooperate with her. She had been combing clipping brushing ands twisting for almost half an hour. Se sighed and jut pulled the mass of indigo into a bun before she put on her white and red basketball uniform followed by her too large team jacket that had ‘HYUGA’ printed in large white letters on the back.
“What do you think?” the girl turned to her cousin who was practically asleep on her bed.
“It doesn’t matter.”
Her brow winkled as she looked at her reflection. “I guess…”
Neji leaned over the edge o the bed to grab the remote. When he noticed a ponytail holder on the floor. “You know I never knew you wore a wig…”
“I hate dealing with my hair it’s irritating and surprisingly long. When father wouldn’t give me permission to cut it off I brought a wig. He took it from me this morning… so I have to deal with this now.”
Neji rolled on to his stomach a smirk planed firmly on his face as he watched her reflection in the mirror. “Your father didn’t give you permission to bed me… now did he?” The elder chuckled and ducked a hair brush that was thrown at his head. “You ready?”
“Yeah.” Hinata looked over her shoulder as she slipped on her sneakers. “Thanks for coming with me.” She caught the slight nod that he gave her before walking ahead of her into the compound garage.
The ride to the school was short the white eyed pair climbed on to the bus filled with teenage athletes and cheerleaders. Hinata (unlike Neji) wasn’t surprised when the group of students threw lots of suggestive whistles and catcalls at her.
“Yo Hina!” Kankuro grinned at her from his usual seat in the back his foot propped up on the table. “You better keep an eye out for your partner there. The girls are gettin’ hot and heavy.” Hinata smiled out of amusement as he was assaulted by the four girls that surrounded him began to lash out at him each pausing from hitting him to smile or greet the female member of the team.
Neji followed Hinata to the back seat ad sat I a free seat. He watched the window with slight interest until he saw the reflections on the tinted pane Hinata was seated on Garra’s lap and she was trailing kisses down his neck with a fiery blush on her cheek as the red head’s hands wandered up her shirt.
-/-
‘no body’ ever had a dream ‘round here,
but I don’t really mind that it’s startin’ to get to me. ’
Hinata kicked her feet idly as she bobbed long with the timing of the song. It was one of her favorites. The guys were changing in the locker room. She hummed along with the song smiling t the members of the opposite team when ever they said hello.
‘I ve got this energy in my feet like something under ground’s gonna come up and rescue me’
she was never impolite.
‘So why do you waste my time!’
“I know I can make it if some body takes me home.
every now and then…’’
-/-
Garra watched as the guys exited the locker room lowly. The game didn’t start for a while. Kakashi suggested they warm up some. He wasn’t alone though. His only company stood across from him.
White eyes gazed intently into green. The Hyuga prodigy leaned against the lockers the cool metal felt easily through his shirt. Neji shifted slightly not realizing that the moment he moved Garra launched himself forward.
With one fluid motion the red headed athlete pinned the elder to the locker. Garra took advantage of this position, with the other’s arms pinned over his head and his lean muscular body pushing even more against the cold metal in theory Neji wouldn’t be able to do anything. Garra pressed his mouth against his captive’s as his tongue almost forced entrance.
This- this didn’t go on long. After the initial shock wore off Neji pushed his own weight and pinned Garra to the slowly heating metal. The red head thrashed slightly trying to remove the pale hands that applied crushing pressure to his wrist. Neji smirked as he dominated the kiss until Garra tuned his head to the side gasping for breath.
“I don’t play that way brat.”
Garra glared at the older boy with venom in his eyes and a cherry red face. “Who said I wanted to play.”
Neji smirked and inclined his head in a slight nod. “Don’t be a sore loser.” He brushed a few stray hairs behind his ear and walked away. The brunette stopped with his hand on the door knob and turned his head back. “I don’t need a master… but it looks like you do.”
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- End chapter
Hinata stared at her reflection. She thought it looked so odd. For years she had worn the same short wig because her father refused to allow her to cut her hair. Her hair was now longer than Neji’s and refused to cooperate with her. She had been combing clipping brushing ands twisting for almost half an hour. Se sighed and jut pulled the mass of indigo into a bun before she put on her white and red basketball uniform followed by her too large team jacket that had ‘HYUGA’ printed in large white letters on the back.
“What do you think?” the girl turned to her cousin who was practically asleep on her bed.
“It doesn’t matter.”
Her brow winkled as she looked at her reflection. “I guess…”
Neji leaned over the edge o the bed to grab the remote. When he noticed a ponytail holder on the floor. “You know I never knew you wore a wig…”
“I hate dealing with my hair it’s irritating and surprisingly long. When father wouldn’t give me permission to cut it off I brought a wig. He took it from me this morning… so I have to deal with this now.”
Neji rolled on to his stomach a smirk planed firmly on his face as he watched her reflection in the mirror. “Your father didn’t give you permission to bed me… now did he?” The elder chuckled and ducked a hair brush that was thrown at his head. “You ready?”
“Yeah.” Hinata looked over her shoulder as she slipped on her sneakers. “Thanks for coming with me.” She caught the slight nod that he gave her before walking ahead of her into the compound garage.
The ride to the school was short the white eyed pair climbed on to the bus filled with teenage athletes and cheerleaders. Hinata (unlike Neji) wasn’t surprised when the group of students threw lots of suggestive whistles and catcalls at her.
“Yo Hina!” Kankuro grinned at her from his usual seat in the back his foot propped up on the table. “You better keep an eye out for your partner there. The girls are gettin’ hot and heavy.” Hinata smiled out of amusement as he was assaulted by the four girls that surrounded him began to lash out at him each pausing from hitting him to smile or greet the female member of the team.
Neji followed Hinata to the back seat ad sat I a free seat. He watched the window with slight interest until he saw the reflections on the tinted pane Hinata was seated on Garra’s lap and she was trailing kisses down his neck with a fiery blush on her cheek as the red head’s hands wandered up her shirt.
-/-
‘no body’ ever had a dream ‘round here,
but I don’t really mind that it’s startin’ to get to me. ’
Hinata kicked her feet idly as she bobbed long with the timing of the song. It was one of her favorites. The guys were changing in the locker room. She hummed along with the song smiling t the members of the opposite team when ever they said hello.
‘I ve got this energy in my feet like something under ground’s gonna come up and rescue me’
she was never impolite.
‘So why do you waste my time!’
“I know I can make it if some body takes me home.
every now and then…’’
-/-
Garra watched as the guys exited the locker room lowly. The game didn’t start for a while. Kakashi suggested they warm up some. He wasn’t alone though. His only company stood across from him.
White eyes gazed intently into green. The Hyuga prodigy leaned against the lockers the cool metal felt easily through his shirt. Neji shifted slightly not realizing that the moment he moved Garra launched himself forward.
With one fluid motion the red headed athlete pinned the elder to the locker. Garra took advantage of this position, with the other’s arms pinned over his head and his lean muscular body pushing even more against the cold metal in theory Neji wouldn’t be able to do anything. Garra pressed his mouth against his captive’s as his tongue almost forced entrance.
This- this didn’t go on long. After the initial shock wore off Neji pushed his own weight and pinned Garra to the slowly heating metal. The red head thrashed slightly trying to remove the pale hands that applied crushing pressure to his wrist. Neji smirked as he dominated the kiss until Garra tuned his head to the side gasping for breath.
“I don’t play that way brat.”
Garra glared at the older boy with venom in his eyes and a cherry red face. “Who said I wanted to play.”
Neji smirked and inclined his head in a slight nod. “Don’t be a sore loser.” He brushed a few stray hairs behind his ear and walked away. The brunette stopped with his hand on the door knob and turned his head back. “I don’t need a master… but it looks like you do.”
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- End chapter