I just need to get this out of my head, so I can continue peacefully with Under Hinata's Skin. Lol. Thanks!

She got ready as soon as she found out that he was there at the club. She knew he would ask for her again, the Girl Number 10, just like he did the first time... the second time, and the third. She concentrated on her reflection in the mirror as she glued a fake eyelash on her right lash line and cursed when the light bulbs on her dresser suddenly flickered and died.

'Oh damn. When on earth are they going to fix this thing?' She thought.

She continued with her left eyelash, then curled them with a thick black mascara. Her supple lips were tinted pink, just like how he wanted them to be. All that's left was that tedious looking wig that was the same color as her lips- pink. It reminded her of cherry blossoms during spring.

She brushed her artificial hair a couple of times, straightening some tangles. She was about to leave the dressing room, when she remembered something he had requested the last time he was there. So she retrieved a small round container from her dresser and applied on her eyes what was inside.

She stared at herself on the mirror. She looked... different. Somehow the pink hair and the color of her contacts looked perfect together. The request was still a puzzle for her, but as they say, 'what the customer wants, the customer gets, as long as he pays for it, and it's not sex', so she just shrugged it off and made her way outside the dressing room.

When she entered the VIP Room, he was already there, drunk and slumped on a long red couch, with a bottle of beer on his right hand. His eyes wore the same gloom he had last time, and it troubled her. She looked at him with worried eyes as he downed his drink. She was already standing on the small round stage in the middle when he noticed her. She could tell the hint of surprise in his eyes when he saw her with her pink hair and new set of green eyes.

'H-Hi." She was still incredibly shy for a stripper. It was only her second week after all. And the blonde man in front of her was her first customer. Only customer.

Despite being one of the prettiest girls, no one seemed to be interested with her, because she looked 'too inexperienced', until the Boss decided to get her a make over. Boss wanted her to look sweet yet seductive at the same time, so she had him wore a pink wig and black contact lenses to hide her real self. It looked like that it didn't work at first- she was still left dancing in the corner with no one to pick her for a private dancing, until he showed up. She didn't know what caught his attention, that he offered to pay double if she would spend the whole night with him in his VIP room. She danced for him for a few minutes, then they just talked the entire night. And during that time, she thought she made the biggest and most fatal sin in the bible of stripping- she fell in love with her customer.

"D-Did I had you waiting for too long?" She continued, when the man didn't respond.

"Not at all." He answered, eyes still fixed to the barely clothed female in front of her. He took another gulp of his drink to drown the uneasiness he suddenly felt in his pants.

"That's good. I, umm, I prepared something.. for you."

In fact, she had been practicing the entire time. It was something she asked the other girls to teach her. She knew he would come back, probably with the same sad eyes he had before, and she wanted to try something to cheer him up a bit, so she learned a few new moves that, according to the girls, 'would make his mind go crazy and his pants tighter.'

He leaned back on the couch as he watched her sway. His eyes followed slender fingers move around her skin- from her face, down her neck, to her ample chest. He swallowed hard when one hand started to cup her breasts while the other moved further down reaching her see-through g-string.

She could tell he was enjoying the view by the way he glued his eyes on her, and she felt relieved. She continued to roll her hips seductively to the beat of the catchy music and turned around and slowly unclasped the lock of the only piece of garment that covered her breasts. Her bra silently fell on the stage, and she suddenly froze. She had never unhooked her bra for anyone before, She must have been too caught up with her emotion. But the look on his face was priceless, so she decided to go on.

His jaw dropped at the perfection she was trying to hide between her arms, He could tell just by looking at them her cup size and how amazingly soft they could feel in his hands. Oh, how he wanted them in his hands. He wanted to taste them, too. He shifted when he felt his pants tightened a bit more.

She swayed down slowly to her knees and crawled like a lioness ready to pounce her prey. She sat in fron her only audience with her legs spread wide open. She grabbed the beer bottle from his hands and took a few drink. She let a few drops spill down her chest as she pressed the cold bottle against her flushed skin. The bottle caressed her cheeks, and it ran down her neck and rubbed against her sternum, being squeezed by her breasts. That lucky bottle continued to move down her torso where she spilled its remaining contents, dripping her wet from waist down. She casually rubbed the bottle against her femininity before returning it to its owner.

He grabbed not only the bottle but her hand as well, pulling her into a deep hungry kiss before she could even stand up to finish her show. She could only hold unto his shoulder for support as she returned his kisses with the same level of intensity. They were both panting when the kiss broke.

"You're not allowed to touch me." She said softly in between breaths.

"I know." And he pulled her for another kiss hungrier than ever before.

He woke up the next day with his head feeling like it was stepped over by a rhino. He gradually got up, his hands on his head, digging down the memory lane of what happened the night before. And more importantly, "Where the hell am I?"

The room was dark and windowless, but the digital clock on the top of the nightstand told him he was already late for work.

'Damn.'

He ran a hand through his blonde locks still trying to figure out how he ended up in the Victorian Love Motel, which he supposed was the name of the place as stated in the small pack of unused condom beside the clock.

He did remember having a fight with Sakura,..again- the tenth time that week- and going home to drink alone by himself, then he remembered heading to the place called The Sweaty Hole to drink some more. From there his memories were all a blur, but he recalled something.. something pink.

Then it hit him, "Oh shit!" He peeked under his sheets and found himself completely naked.

He turned his head slowly, anxiously to his left, and found a big lump of something covered by the white sheets. He almost fell from the bed when the sheets suddenly shifted, uncovering the person underneath the blanket. To his surpsrise, she wasn't anything pink. By that, he meant the hair.

Black strands appeared darker against her pale skin. She had a very innocent face, and her eyes, when she opened them, was the purest he had ever seen. He couldn't remember taking home a goddess last night.

"Good morning, Naruto-sama. Did you sleep well?" She spoke.

"I-I.. Well, yeah." His eyes were still fixed on her, contemplating how she ended up with him on bed. He turned his gaze aimlessly, looking for the pink-haired girl he picked up from the club. "Have you seen a girl with pink hair, green eyes?"

She looked at him confused for a moment, "Oh, I'm sorry. I took off the pink wig after our.., fifth round." She explained. She bit her lower lip and a soft blush appeared on her cheeks. "I removed my contacts, too, on the seventh."

He left his mouth hanging open in disbelief, He slept with someone else aside from Sakura. The stripper whom he just picked up because she had pink hair was a real beauty. And lastly, they did it more than five times, breaking a personal record.

"Wow." He unconsciously uttered.

"What?" She gently pulled herself to sit down, so she could face him properly. She clutched the white fabric to cover her chest.

"Nothing." He chuckled, "I just didn't expect that I would wake up with a completely different person."

"I'm sorry. It was you who said that the wig was getting in the way. I can put it on again if you want."

"No, no, It's okay." He did remember one time that night how he loved the feel of black strands raining down his face. "You're... really beautiful. I'm sorry, what's your name?" For he only knew her as the girl number ten from the list.

She looked down, embarrassed of being called 'beautiful'. She was blushing furiously, as she answered, "Hinata."

Her name was beautiful, too, he thought to himself. He watched her face reddened under his gaze and how her soft lips would slightly twist whenever she started to bite them. He wanted to taste those lips again. He lowered down his eyes to the curves she unsuccessfully hid under her blanket, and thought he could go for another round. His lewd thinking was stopped by the continuous ringing of his mobile phone.

Hinata watched him curiously. How his face turned pale the moment he heard the voice on the other end of the line. How a small smile formed on his lips as he uttered the words "No, I was the one who did wrong,' and how his face suddenly brightened when he said 'I'll see you later.' She didn't know why, but her heart suddenly became heavy despite the emptiness it's feeling.

He got up from the bed, wrapping his lower half with a towel. "I'm sorry, but I.. I have to go." He turned his gaze away, his eyes avoidig hers. He felt like a jerk, but he had to leave now and see Sakura.

"I see." Her face continued to be emotionless. The blood stains on the sheets suddenly appeared interesting, and she didn't look at him even once as he spoke.

"I'm really sorry. Would you like to get something to eat first? We can call room service. I'll just take shower," He was nervous.

And guilty.

"No, thank you. Naruto-sama, I'll be leaving, too, as soon as you pay for my show last night," She continued, even if the lump on her throat never seemed to disappear.

"Oh. Oh yeah, I almost forgot." He picked up his pants from the floor ahd retrieved his leather wallet from its back pocket. He paused for a moment after placing a couple of paperbills on the nightstand. "I'm really sorry." He didn't really know what he was sorry about, but he felt like he fucked her up literally and figuratively.

"What are you apologizing for? That amount you paid is thrice my talent fee." She looked up at him with a soft smile on her face.

He turned his gaze away and headed straight to the bathroom.

When he got out of the shower, she was no longer there, but his money was left untouched, still resting quietly on top of the nightstand.

"I really thought I wasn't able to do it. His veins were so tiny, I swore a gauge 24 wouldn't work. I had to ask the chief to help me-"

Naruto stopped on his tracks when he noticed that it suddenly turned quiet. He turned around and saw the frustration clearly written on the face of the woman he was with. "Hey, hey, I'm listening! You called Shizune, then what happened?" He put his arms around her shoulders and persuaded her to continue walking,

She was still frowning, but she continued. "Hey, what's wrong? You seem to be spacing out lately." The pink-haired girl asked him when she was done with her story.

"Nothing. Maybe I'm just tired. My deadline's this week, and I don't know what to do with the chapter yet." He rubbed the bridge of his nose to emphasize his tiredness.

Green eyes stared at him sympathetically, and she leaned closer to him and snaked her arms around his neck. "Hey, would you like me to help you relax a bit?" She winked at him naughtily, not minding the eyes glancing their way for doing PDA on a bright sunny afternoon and in front of the children's park.

He slightly chuckled at her boldness, and he kissed her on the lips, but she ended it quickly to check her pager.

"Shizune-sama's looking for me. Could you wait here? I'll just give her a quick call,"

"Sure." He watched as she walked a few feet away from him and dialed on her mobile phone. He knew it wouldn't be a quick call, so he walked towards the park and sat on one of the unoccupied metal swings. He wasn't really tired or anything, but thoughts of the black-haired goddess had been occupying his mind lately. Years had already passed, but she never left his conscious and subconscious mind.

In fact, he was thinking about the girl he met five years ago more often now than he used to. He tried to see her two months after their last encounter, but the boss told him she resigned. He wanted to see her again. Not for sex. He just wanted to know how she was doing.

The feeling of her touch never left his skin, even after all those years.

He hoped she was doing well.

"That's my seat."

He looked up and found a pair of blue eyes staring back at him. It was a small boy and he appeared to be annoyed that someone was sitting on his spot. He had his arms crossed around his chest. Naruto found it funny how the boy reminded him of himself when he was young. It's just that, the boy had black hair.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know." Naruto grinned as he gave up the swing to the boy.

"Menma!"

Naruto froze as he laid his eyes on the woman who was dashing towards them. Her long black hair was tied up in a braid, but the strands still reminded him of how it appeared when sprawled over his pillow, She was wearing a pair of glasses, but the eyes behind them still held the same purity it had five years ago.

"Menma, how many times do I have to tell you, you don't own that swing."

Even when mad, her voice was still the same- soft and calming.

"I-I'm sorry. He's a really naughty kid." She said, still looking at the boy.

"Hinata."

She turned her gaze to the man in front of her and it was her turn to freeze. "U-Uzumaki-san?"

Her stuttering was also the same.

"It's great to see you! How are you?" Naruto was ecstatic to see her, but his excitememt died down when she didn't answer right away.

"I, umm.. I'm fine. Thank you. You?" Hinata avoided his gaze.

"Still the same. But i'm working now under a different publisher." He snickered.

Hinata gently smiled. "That's good."

"How about you? I tried to see you again at the-"

"Please, Uzumaki-san." Hinata shook her head and placed her hands on the boy's shoulders.

"Oh. Okay. Well, I tried to see you, but they said you no longer worked there."

"I resigned. I had too." Her grip on the boy's shoulder tightened a bit.

"My mom's a chef, and she's really good! Her lasagna is my favorite." The boy exclaimed.

"Really? A chef? Wow! I want to try it, too. Menma, is it?"

The boy smiled widely as he nodded. Naruto noticed how Hinata pulled the boy closer.

"So, you're a mom now. He's really cute! How old is he?"

Hinata gave him a piercing look. "He's five."

Naruto saw the look in her eyes and his smile slowly faded. He stared back. "I see." He cleared his throat. "He has beautiful eyes. Did he got them from his dad?" He asked knowingly.

She paused. Her gaze nor her voice didn't falter even a bit. "He doesn't have one."

"Hinata."

"We have to go."

"Wait!"

"Come on, Menma. Mom has shift tonight."

"Hinata, is he mine-"

"I'm sorry, We really have to go."

Naruto was about to follow, when he heard Sakura calling him from behind.

Naruto felt his whole body shut down. He could only watch the two of them leave, with the little boy waving at him behind his mother's back.