This is a new story I came up with, and seeing as my last Naruto was kinda, meh, I thought I'd try another one. I lost interest in it to be honest and its been so long since I even thought about the story, I can't even remember what I had planned. Guess that's one reason to be upset that my past self didn't write and plot out stories. So, I got this idea and started brainstorming and came up with this because I thought doing a Slice of Life type of story would be fun. Plus, its mostly plotted out, making things easier to write. Let me know what you think!
Episode One: Boys Love Artist
The tip-tap of the desktop keyboard was the only thing she payed any real attention in the entire room, not even the ticking of her wall clock could distract her. The mind must be focused, when weaving a tale; like a movie from inside her head and painted onto the computer screen through her fingers.
Hyuga Hinata was an artist, but not of drawing or painting. She was an artist of literature, telling a story through nothing but the use of words and her own imagination, a raito noberu author, to be specific. The computer screen reflected off her glasses as her thoughts flowed out like a river of words. The smell of the delicious, home cooked food floated through the ajar door, but Hinata did her best not to let it deter her from her work, even though her stomach was growling silently.
I want to finish this, no, I need to finish this. She thought, narrowing her eyes. Her glasses slid down her nose a bit and she pushes them back into place without missing a beat in her typing.
-Takashi was pressed up against the wall, not sure what he should do. It was wrong, he knew that, but it didn't feel wrong. If anything, it felt right. Genji was so close, so close Takashi could feel his breath on his ear, along with the fruity sweet from the hard candy he sucked on.
"Takashi-kun, you seem ...distracted," Genji said, tracing his finger up the young teen's arm. "Am I distracting you?"
Takashi tried his best to fight the blush he felt. "M-maybe, a little."
Genji chuckled. "Sorry about that, but you did say you need my help." Genji's fingers stopped at the tips of Takashi's, and stayed there for a moment, before he took the poster from his hand. "Its a shame, really," the taller man stretched his arm up much farther than the teenager could reach. He stuck the poster to the wall. "How short you are."
Takashi turned to the man after he gave him room to move, a pout on his blushing face. "I'm not that short, Genji-san."
"You're short enough," the older man retorted with a playful smile. He traced his fingers from the base of Takashi's neck and along his jawline, until he got to his chin. "Not that that's a bad thing."
"Genji, we can't, if someone-."
The teenager was cut off by the soft lips of his teacher, the fear of someone seeing the two of them together was still there, but it was slowly pushed back by the feeling of pleasure as Genji nipped at his bottom lip and snaked his tongue into his mouth. He wanted to resisted, but didn't at the same time. Before long, the last embers of struggle burn out and Takashi melted into the kiss; the taste of fruit candy and soft lips.
A knock at her door broke her out of her stride, Hinata typed out one last sentence and spun around in her computer chair, facing her bedroom door. "Yes?"
"Hinata," came a soft, almost feminine voice. The door pushed open and her childhood friend and roommate stuck his upper body through the cracked door, his long silky, black hair framed his face and his large dark brown eyes watched her with a small smile on his lips. "Dinner is ready, you might want to come eat before it gets cold."
Hinata gave him a nod, then spun around in her chair, facing her computer. "I'll be right there, Haku-kun. I just want to finish this last chapter for today," she said, typing away at her keyboard once again. "Be down in five, okay."
Haku gave a sigh, then shook his head. "Well, can't say I didn't try," he uttered, before he left the room.
It was a well known fact, that Hyuga Hinata should not be bothered when she was in her 'writing zone' as it was dubbed by Haku and those that knew her. Once she got a good writing stride, it was hard to break her out of it, even for a meal; if a chapter needed to be finished and she was in her 'zone', little else mattered unless it was life or death.
The young author continued her work, a small blush on her cheeks as the scene played out in her head as she typed.
-Genji wrapped his right arm around Takashi's back and the other slid down the teenager's arm, the older man's fingers intertwining with his. It didn't take long for a new flame to start up in Takashi's core and burn down the walls that kept him from doing what he truly wanted, and he wanted this.
He wanted Genji, more than he knew. No longer was he overly concerned about being caught, the way he felt right now was shadowing all of that, and as Genji went from kissing his lips to kissing across his jawline and down his neck, the feeling came even more so.
Takashi bit back a moan as the teacher began to suck and nip at the spot between his shoulder and his neck. "Y-you're such a bully, Genji."
"Oh, I know that, believe me," the teacher leaned back, the black haired teen's blushing face reflecting back at him through his glasses. "But, you enjoy it. Am I wrong?"
Takashi looked to the side at the floor. "I-I-."
"Do you want to stop, Takashi-kun, Because we can, if that's truly what you want," Genji asked with a coy smile. "Remember what I said before. I won't force you to do anything you don't want to."
Takashi bit his lip, he was way past the point where he could just simply stop, and having Genji so close wasn't making his thoughts any clearly. One side of him was telling his to stop, but it was only a whisper in comparison to the side that yelled for him to keep going. "I-I," the student stuttered out. He looked up at the man, with a bashful look in his eyes. "I ...no, I don't want to stop. But, we can't continue here; schools out but if one of the other teachers find us you could-."
"Shh," Genji cut him off, putting a finger to his lips. "I already know," he lowered his finger to Takashi's chin. "Where do you suppose we continue this?"
"The locker room, maybe," he suggested, meekly.
"The locker room, hm? You sure?"
Takashi gave a nod. Genji's smile widened slightly, and he took the teenager by the wrist and started leading him through the school building's second floor, across the small bridge connecting it to the club building and towards the locker rooms.
Only, Genji choose the wrong locker room that his young student had meant.
"Genji, this is the girls locker room," Takashi said, starring at the passing girls sign. "We can't be in here."
"School is out for the day, and no one students are on campus," Genji said, as he lead the teenager through the rows of lockers and sat him on a bench. The girls locker room wasn't much different from the boys one next door; Takashi had never been inside, he never had a reason to, though a part of him always wondered what it looked like. "Takashi, do you remember that promise you made the other day, about the test?"
"Y-yeah." How could he forget? He had promised to do whatever Genji asked, but only if he failed the test. It had been a joke in all honesty, though his teacher seemed to take it as some sort of promise.
"Well, there is something I want you to do for me," Genji strolled over to one of the other benches. He bent down and pulled a brown box from underneath, then turned to Takashi, a smile still plastered on his face as he held the box out to him. "I want you to put this on."
Takashi raised his eyebrow. "What's this," he asked, taking the box in his hands.
"Just a little something to make things more ...interesting," the older man then clapped his hands. "Chop chop, we don't have all day."
Takashi stood up and walked around to the other side of the room, where Genji couldn't see him. He starred down at the box for a moment, then let out a sigh and opened the lid. His eyes widened as he starred at what was inside.
"H-he wants me to wear something like this," he muttered. it was a white, girl's swimsuit, a hairband made to look like cat ears, and a red choker. "He can't be serious." However, Takashi knew that Genji was serious, a bet was a bet, after all.
~(2)~
"And ...done," Hinata pressed the save option and leaned back in her chair with a sigh. She took her glasses off and placed them next to her computer, it was only then that she noticed the time in the corner of the screen. Oh no, that was way past five minutes! She thought to herself, her stomach growling loudly.
In fact, the time had flown by so fast, what felt like five or ten minutes had actually been close to twenty. Damn it, now my foods probably cold. Shaking her head, the young author spun around in her chair and stood up, giving a groan as she stretched. She had been sitting in that spot for much longer than she should have. Haku always teased her, saying that the chair would have a permanent imprint of her butt on it with the hours she spent sitting in it.
Hinata let out a sigh, "at this point, I wouldn't be surprised."
She straightened the wrinkles out of the blue nightshirt and pants she wore, then slid her feet into her fluffy white bunny slippers and stumbled out the bedroom, blood finally circulating back into her legs. The dinner smell had faded somewhat, but she could still smell it as she walked down the flight of polished, redwood stairs.
Before she ever got to the last step, she spotted Haku sitting on the big sofa with his legs crossed, facing her. Well, less her and more so the television against the wall of the stairs.
The feminine boy looked in her direction. "And so, a wild Hinata appears," he said, jokingly. "Too bad I don't have any Pokeballs left, huh?"
"Really," she said. "I don't think I'd be much of a fighter, you might lose every battle."
"Who said anything about being a Pokemon trainer, I could be a doctor or a breeder," Haku said in thought. "Maybe, a nurse, they do wear some cute outfits."
Hinata giggled. "You're such a trap, Haku."
"And you love me for it."
"True," she paused for a moment. "By the way, sorry for coming down so late."
"No need to apologize, you were in your zone," Haku replied with a shrug. "Besides, your food was the one getting cold, not mine. Luckily for you, I covered it, so it should still be warm."
Hinata smiled. "Thanks, Haku-kun. I don't know what I'd do without you around."
"Probably starve and waste away writing. But, what kind of friend would I be if I let you die of starvation," Haku said, giving a soft smile. "I have a reputation to uphold, you know."
"A reputation that only you know of," Hinata said.
"Maybe so. Either way, you should hurry and get your food," Haku said, picking up the black, oval shaped remote from the paper covered coffee table. "You made it down just in time, the new episode of Ninja Warrior is about to start in a few minutes and I know you want to see if Lee makes the cut."
Hinata gave an excited gasp. "Oh, I almost forgot! I promised Lee I'd watch him," and hurried into the dinning room the get her meal.
The house she and Haku shared was a simple, two-story building that looked much smaller on the outside than it really was. There was three bedrooms and a bathroom on the second flood, and on the first floor was the living room, dinning room and kitchen and in the kitchen was a door leading down to the basement that held the washing machine and drier.
The young author grabbed her food from the table, and walked back into the living room and took a seat of the couch next to Haku; the program they had been waiting for all day was just starting the first few contestants.
"So, how did the writing go, today," Haku asked, glancing over at her.
Hinata uncovered the plastic wrap from her plate, taking in the smell of rice and beef curry. "It went very well," she said, taking her personal pair of chopsticks in her hand. "A few more days of writing and I'll be finished the third volume."
"And a week before your deadline," Haku said, smiling at her. "Your publisher must love you for always being on time."
"She loves you just as much. You can't have a light novel without pictures."
Giving a nod, he smirked a bit. As she began to eat her curry, he asked. "Any chance I'll be reading any sexy scenes when I read over your draft? Mind telling me what I'm to expect? Things got very heated in the last book."
Hinata blushed, almost coughing on her food. "Uh ...m-maybe," she said, meekly. "I'd rather not say out loud, its sorta ...e-embarrassing."
Haku laughed. "I'll never understand how you can write such good sex scenes and still be so shy about it, Hinata."
"I just like to keep it in my head or on my computer, rather than talk about those types of things out loud," Hinata said, continuing to eat her food. "I'd rather people read about it than talk about it."
"You know, one of these days, you're gonna have to talk about stuff like that, eventually," Haku stated. "Most likely to a fan of yours, or in a panel."
"I'll cross that bridge when I come to it," Hinata said. She turned back to the television. "Oh, look, Lee's up next."
The rest of the night passed as it usually did for the two; their friend, Lee, pretty much breezed through the first round. Not that they had any doubt. As much as Lee trained on a regular basis and him working out even more since he signed up for Ninja Warrior, the green spandex styling young man had the first round (the easiest round) in the bag.
A few hours later, at around close to midnight, Hinata had gone to bed, her mind entirely exhausted from her hours of binge-writing. Haku went to his own bedroom and sat at his desk, pulling the drawings he hadn't finished for his and Hinata's novel out the drawer. Just like her, he was almost done. Hinata would give him a list of scenes planned for the book, about twelve or thirteen, and he would draw them. Hinata was the author who breathed life into the story, but it was Haku who gave the world of her novels a visual as the illustrator and corrected any mistakes the pale skinned girl may have missed, being the beta-reader and editor.
They had been working together for years, since the day they met that one cold, winter day in junior high. Haku was the new kid, the mysterious transfer student that people read about and watched in shows and in mangas; he was so feminine that people who didn't know him thought he was girl cross-dressing in a boy's uniform, and his voice being so soft spoken and quiet only backed up that assumption. Now that he was older, his voice was much more boyish and somewhat commanding at times.
The two had formed a close bond, compensating for what the other lacked; Haku honestly had no idea what he would be doing if he hadn't met Hinata. But, he had a feeling that it wouldn't have been as much fun.
Besides, not many guys can say they help their friend make boys love novels, Haku thought with a chuckle. That's kinda something to take pride in.
Remember to review and also point out any mistakes you may find! A little FYI: Italic underline text will be used for thing such as the story within the story, everything else is pretty much the same, normal italics meaning thought and so on.