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A naruhina fic to quench the thirst of my fellow hinata / naruhina stans, my first one too! this is still based in the shinobi world. enjoy, lovelies! do not forget to comment because my vain ass loves them hehehe. thank you!
Disclaimer: i do not own naruto
The village hero was seen sprinting along the roofs of the buildings, trying to escape the women who chased him- with gifts and flowers in their hands. With a hand sign, three clones appeared beside him, then dispersed in different directions.
Confused, his fangirls also followed three of the clones, their booming screech deafening his ears.
In a dark alley, he hid while catching his breath. The scenario was the same everyday, he would just be casually taking a stroll in the village then a girl would walk to him- asking for a picture or an autograph then another one until a mob of hormonal teenagers would chase him down, even men!
If someone had told him back then that he would be acknowledged eventually by all of the people in his village, he would be jumping in joy and couldn't wait to grow up.
Not this time though.
Granted, he prides himself with the title of being the savior, but the excessive attention was overwhelming.
A crow landed on his shoulder, a scroll in the pack tied on its legs. The blond pulled it out and sent the bird away before reading the passage. With a nod, he ran into the market, knowing the girls wouldn't be there to pester him.
A fair maiden of the most prestigious clan in the village sat near the window, the sky blue as ever while white wagtails designed it with their wings. A sigh left her coral pink lips, as she silently wished to be as free as them.
"Hinata-sama," A voice called, the named woman stared at the owner. A green-haired woman greeted her. A questioning look on the maiden. "Do you wish to visit the village?"
Her mood lit up, as did her pale eyes that she shared with her clan. "Hai, but how about Otou-sama?"
"He has left to visit Suna with his companions. A treaty with other clans, I assume." The caretaker replied, placing a change of clothes for the heiress. "Hanabi-sama wanted to take you out for a change."
It's like her to do something for me, Hinata thought, a smile plastered on her lips. "Tell her, I'll be joining."
Her satin pyjamas replaced by a pink yukata-esque dress, a foldable fan with the same color in her hand- to hide her face from the eyes of the disapproving villagers. Especially men.
She walked delicately to where her sister and maid stood, waiting for her. The brunette known as her younger sister smirked at the figure of the young woman. "Finally, onee-sama!"
The heiress chuckled, Hanabi locked their arms together, with a giggle. "Let's go, I'm craving for tiramisu!"
With a nod, three of the women started to stride out of their clan's compound.
"Oh dear, we're all out of tomatoes." The maid muttered.
A mission, I needed this.
He thought, as he rushed past the people around him, what's in store for him was thrilling. Without paying attention, he had hit a body with his own, with his quick reflexes, he caught the person's hand, the body still hanging.
Pale eyes met his cerulean eyes.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I-" He started, but the woman gasped and pulled her hand from the blond, having her fall on her bum.
"What do you think are you doing to the poor woman!" A middle-aged woman shouted, her voice attracted a crowd that led them to surround the village hero.
"Ano, you've got it all wrong, it was an accid-" He explained with a nervous laugh, but was cut off by the old woman.
"I don't care if you ended the war, a pervert deserves a beating." She growled, cracking her knuckles. Another old woman knelt beside the young woman, petting her back while she got up.
She opened her eyes. Gasps from the crowd echoed, the old woman who pet her took a step back.
"It's a Hyuga," They whispered angrily, their eyebrows knitted together. "She's probably as conceited as the head. Pathetic."
The blond raised his eyebrow in confusion, why do they despise the Hyuga? They helped in ending the war and with the economy of the village. Why does it seem like they hate them so much?
He caught her eyes, she was terrified.
She lifted her dress slightly with one hand then raised the fan on the lower part of her face before sprinting from the crowd. Her midnight blue hair cascaded behind her, silky as they seem to be.
"Wait!" He yelled before being pulled by his friend, the ever short-tempered Haruno Sakura.
"Baka! Hokage-sama is waiting for you." She told, her grip tightening around his arm.
The walk was silent, which was unusual expected from them. His thoughts still lingering with the strange woman.
The sound of the creaking door woke him from his thoughts.
"Naruto, how nice of you to finally show up." The Rokudaime turned around on his chair, a lazy look on his eyes.
"Hn. Was caught in a misunderstanding." The Uzumaki shrugged but then smiled, his hands placed on the table. "So, what's my mission, Kakashi-sensei?"
"Well, I was informed that Hiashi-sama wanted his eldest daughter to join him in Suna, because of some business." The silver-haired man explained, skimming through the scroll. "It's an escort mission, intended for the best protector Konoha can offer-"
"Who the hell is Hiashi?" The blond whispered, recalling anyone with such name.
Droopy black eyes rose from the scroll. "The head of the Hyuga."
Naruto's jaw dropped, finally understanding how it had been so familiar to him. His fist clenched. "It's the bastard who put a seal on Neji's forehead!"
No wonder they are hated.
"Yes. Let Neji's soul rest." Kakashi nodded, before continuing. "As I was saying, his eldest daughter needs to be there in six days time. Without any scratch on her or their horse."
"I don't want anything to do with someone who put a comrade of mine in grief." The Uzumaki rebuked, his eyes expressing hurt. He turned around before walking to the door. He reached for the knob.
"Oh well, I would just call Sasuke to do this. It'd be done in three days or less." The teasing voice of his old teacher echoed. "Have a good day, Naruto."
Something sparked in the Uzumaki, the fiery rivalry awakening. He stayed there for a few seconds.
"I'll do it."
"Hinata-sama," The maid called, bowing before continuing. "Your chaperone is already here."
The bluenette woke up in a jiffy, sitting up. "For what?"
"Hiashi-sama calls for you. He has hired the best candidate to protect you."
"Where shall I be setting off?" The Hyuga heiress questioned, the sudden need of her was… unexpected. The both of them walked to the bathroom, the bath already steamed for her.
"Suna." The caretaker answered, undressing the heiress' nightgown.
"Is he or she a Hyuga?" Natsu, the maid, shook her head. "Oh Natsu, don't bother. I am capable of doing this myself."
"Apologies, Hinata-sama." The green-haired bowed once again.
"Why didn't he call for a Hyuga, he has always been reluctant of having me interact with people outside the clan." Hinata sighed, stepping in the bath, soaking her pale body in the warm and lightly scented water.
"He was just protecting you from the distasteful villagers, Hinata-sama, you need not to worry." Natsu smiled, her hands massaging the heiress shoulders, slightly poking her chakra points to relieve the young maiden.
"Why did he let Hanabi out in the world? She's five years my junior." The young Hyuga huffed, slightly envious of her adventurous sister. "I may not have Hanabi's qualities, but oh how I wish he had let me out and be a student in the academy, maybe then I'd have friends."
"Friends will only disappoint you, Hinata-sama. Blood is thicker than water." Natsu removed her hands, before leaving the young Hyuga in her bath- alone with her thoughts.
With a change of clothes, Hinata put on a thick veil that covered her face except her eyes. She assured that her whole body was clad, the fear and anxiety of having to be seen by only one person overwhelmed her. It was the first time she would interact with someone else, the fear of being judged shook her.
Natsu led her to the garden of her mother, her heart pounding against her chest. Nauseated, she felt that she could faint in a few moments.
A man in a black jacket with a red spiral on his sleeve met her eyes, orange pants surprised her. The said man turned around.
"Ohayou." He greeted in a monotonous voice, bitterness behind it. Flabbergasted, she fell silent.
She didn't know how to respond.
It was the man in the market.