Author's Note:
Just a One-Shot that came to me while thinking of vampires and what not. Tell me if you want me to continue or not!
Fangs Out:
Her silk locks moved about in the wind with ease, bouncing with each step she took down the empty street. The night was getting colder by the hour, she could tell just by seeing puffs of smoke come out when she exhaled, trying to catch her breath as she rushed home. After a long day working with her friend, Ino, at her flower shop, she was ready for a warm bath and a restful seep. Soon, however, Her plans were going to be drastically changed.
She sensed someone walking closely behind her, but every time she looked back there was no one in sight. It didn't help that it was night time, dark shadows the surrounding buildings casted made it impossible to discern a figure. With newfound fear, She ran, feeling a slight pain in her lungs from her sharp breaths.
One look back was all it took for her to suddenly hit the ground face first after tripping on a random object. Looking up, she realized this was no random object, but rather a random person.
"W-what do you want from me?!" She screamed, scrambling to her feet.
The stranger let out a deep chuckle, making the girl quake in fear, clenching her coat tightly against her chest.
"Oh, nothing special..." the voice spoke calmly, almost huskily, "...just your blood!"
Without a second to even react or understand what he said, she was pinned against the wall of a nearby building. It felt like they shifted over a couple of feet from where they stood before, something she deemed impossible. Then again, this stranger was asking for her blood, the situation was something impossible in itself.
"No! Get off of me!" She struggled and kicked, trying to aim at any area that would hurt the man, but he didn't even flinch. He almost seemed amused, something that scared her even more.
"Just relax, this will be over before you know it..." he whispered, giving her a big grin that displayed a set of perfect, pearly white teeth. But something was off, something she never would've expected, something that seemed absurd. This stranger had fangs.
He let out a hiss and opened his mouth wide, coming inches closer to her neck, so she closed her eyes and braced herself for any kind of pain. A long moment of silence went by and nothing happened, so she opened her eyes and saw that the man was no longer there. She looked around frantically, confused to no end, wondering if this was all a twisted nightmare.
Crash! A pile of trash cans flew off in the alley next to where she stood and she jumped in place, letting out a short yelp. Her first thought was to run, but as soon as she turned to get out of the scene, she bumped into a hard chest. It was so hard, that bumping her head into it left her feeling slightly dizzy; she knew that would leave a bump.
A voice, much rougher and higher in pitch than the one before came from the figure standing tall before her. She looked up, fearful that this might be another man trying to hurt her, but he had his arms crossed.
"You shouldn't be out here late at night alone. If it wasn't for me, you would've been a pile of skin and bones, left here to rot." He said.
She blinked a couple of times, trying to put together the pieces of what just happened. She was speechless.
"Come on, I'll take you home." It was a command, because not only did he not wait for her to answer, her protest was soon forgotten when she was propped on his back without her even realizing it. His body felt cold and hard, as if she was holding on to a statue. But this statue moved at an incredible speed through the streets. She hadn't said a word, but he knew exactly where to go, and which corner to turn to reach her home. Within a minute, she stood at her front door, completely dumbfounded.
"How can I repay you for-" she looked around, blinking a couple of times, and saw that he was gone. He had disappeared, drifted away like the wind that blew past her and urged her inside where it was warm.
She unwrapped her scarf from her neck and hung it along with her coat on the coat rack by the door. There were a million questions going through her head at the same time, many which she didn't think would ever have clear answers. Nevertheless, she hoped to meet the stranger that saved her life again.
Meanwhile, perched on a tree outside of her apartment stood her savior, her protector, watching her intently.
"Don't worry, Hinata. I'm watching over you."
Three days passed since the incident that left Hinata spacing out, playing the memory over and over again, wondering just how it all happened so fast.
"We need to finish these bouquets before noon, the Kyoto wedding is tonight and we can't be late with the delivery!" Ino ordered, looking over at the bouquets they had finished so far with a determined look.
The shop's specialty was making sure each bouquet was hand made, natural, and different from the last. This was a quality that helped it thrive in a bustling city like Konoha. The girls were about to get to work until they herd the bell ring, letting them know a customer arrived.
Hinata smiled, "Go ahead, Ino. I'll take this customer and go back to helping you."
The two parted ways, with Ino going to the back to collect more flowers from the green house while Hinata walked up to the front desk. It seemed odd for someone to show up without an appointment, as far as she's concerned, walk-ins were so rare that Ino only hired Hinata to help her run the shop.
"Welcome to Yamanaka's, how can I-" Hinata stopped mid sentence once she saw this gorgeous man, one she swore resembled a Greek god. He had messy, golden, blond locks, a muscular tan physique she could admire through his white v-neck, tantalizing blue eyes that hypnotized her and left her at his mercy. His lips, full and perfectly smooth, curled up into a soft smile that was accented by whisker marks on his cheeks.
"Hi, I came to pick up an order for a wedding?" His voice was eerily familiar, Hinata couldn't put her finger on it, but it's roughness sent chills down her spine. She nodded furiously, noticing he was standing there, awkwardly waiting for a response.
"Oh! Ha ha, yeah, we weren't expecting you until noon. This is quite the surprise." She mentally kicked herself, she was never this nervous around the delivery men. Then again, most delivery men were old, fat, and sweaty; the polar opposite of this manifestation of pure sex appeal.
"Sorry, I'm kinda new to this job and I wanted to make sure I was on time," he chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck, "should I come back later?"
"No!" Hinata replied immediately, quickly recovering from her little outburst, "I mean, we'll be done pretty soon, and we have some bouquets ready to load on the truck if you'd like to get started on that." She nervously giggled, trying to get her words out as coherently as possible.
"Oh, that's great. I'll get started then!" He smiled at her, leaving her in a daze, "By the way my name is Naruto." He held out his hand, which she took, a small blush on her cheeks.
"I'm Hinata, but you can call me Hina." She smiled back, still shaking his hand for a couple of seconds more until she noticed his awkward nods, a signal to let go. Decided on not embarrassing herself any more than she already had, she showed him where the bouquets were kept. She could've sworn she was drooling when he picked up one of the larger bouquets with ease, his arms flexing and showing off his perfectly sculpted muscles.
Once he was out of sight, Ino walked up to her, putting her hand on her shoulder smirking. "Hina, close your mouth, you're drooling. And get back to work!" She snapped her fingers in Hinata's face which made her snap back to reality. She nodded and followed the boss.
The job was done and Naruto was about to get going with the delivery, but after closing up the back of the truck he jumped down and went up to Hinata who watched from the front door of the store.
"Hey, so listen, meeting you today was great and I was hoping maybe you'd like to go out for some coffee or something?" He sounded nervous, which Hinata thought was cute and just added to his overall attractiveness.
"I'd love to." She looked down nervously, blushing.
"Awesome! Then how about tonight? There's a great place close by, I could pick you up once you're done working."
"Sounds good."
The two awkwardly smiled at each other until Ino broke the silence and heavy romantic tension, "Alright you two, it's time to get back to work."
The two agreed and shook hands one last time before Naruto was on his way. Hinata watched until the truck was out of sight and Ino could only look at her with an amused smirk, "It's about time you went out on a date."
