Barricade
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A/N: Since this is our first Naruto fic, this one contains a few mature content and some profanities not worth mentioning, and a compilation of ideas that came as inspiration from a movie narrative. This fic is psychologically insane yet melodramatic, but I poured we poured our hearts into this…
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Summary: The wall that separated them was like an infinite sea of emotions: Uzumaki Naruto had never felt so abandoned before, not when he had her by his side. -- NaruHina --
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Uzumaki Naruto was a renowned Konoha shinobi, one whose mission records surpass those of the ANBU. Though he was only a Jounin, his skills were second to none, for even the Godaime Hokage praised him for his aptitude and abilities.
The villagers of Konoha no longer despised him, even though he was the Jinchuuriki of the Nine-tails. Naruto had done so many heroics that almost everyone in the Leaf Village had forgotten all about the demon fox sealed inside of him. After all, with his stubborn yet kind attitude, one would think that his juvenile antics were not even close to the Kyuubi's devious ferocity.
Now 17 years old, Uzumaki Naruto's dream of becoming the greatest Hokage the world has ever known is now within his grasp, for the Godaime had been thinking of retiring due to her seasoned age. With that reverie complete, Naruto seeks out another dream: Find a wife to restore the Uzumaki [Namikaze] clan.
Barricade - Prologue: Attraction
An hour had gone by since the young Hyuuga heiress had entered the room. There wasn't any resonance at all, save for the wind blowing against the old, lacquered door, its hinges creaking noisily. Inside the room, one might mistake the nurse and her patient to be star-crossed lovers, but in fact, they were only childhood friends yet to find true love.
"Does it still hurt?" a fine, soprano voice sounded, reverberating within the room's cemented cream-colored walls. The lady in question reached out to touch the bandaged arm of her patient, letting her fingers rest for a few seconds on the cloth-wrapped limb.
"It stings a bit but I feel much better, Hinata-chan!" The blonde lad grinned optimistically at his friend, showing her a thumbs-up that seemed akin to Gai-sensei's. Naruto wagged his arm up and down just to show Hinata that it had almost entirely healed itself.
"You'll be dispatched from the hospital in a few hours' time, Naruto-kun," Hinata said bashfully, a delicate shade of scarlet creeping up her pallid features. "Do you," she continued a tad hopefully, "still need some assistance?"
Hinata, whose cheeks had been glowing with pink in the past few minutes, desperately wished that Naruto would say 'yes'. Ever since their Academy days, she had always watched the young Jinchuuriki, always attracted to his obstinate and compassionate attitude. The fascination hadn't died since then, but instead, it blossomed into a much more mature way of infatuation, the kind that almost never falters and would probably stay in her memory for a period of infinity.
But before Naruto could give a reply, the door flew open and there was a flash of pink and red. Hinata drew a sharp intake of breath when she saw who was hugging Naruto on the bed, tears streaming from familiar yet distant emerald eyes.
"Naruto, I'm sorry I haven't been able to visit you! I just came back from my last assignment!"
Sakura's 90-decibel shrieks echoed thoroughly around them, followed shortly by whimpers as sobs racked her slender figure. Hinata watched helplessly as the pink-haired kunoichi tightened her arms around an utterly shocked Naruto, feeling slightly envious and overcome with disappointment.
"I-I'll be taking m-my leave now," Hinata murmured despondently, to which Sakura suddenly released her Gargantuan hold on Naruto and stood up, deliberately facing her with a smile etched on her beautiful face. "Thank you for taking care of my stubborn teammate while I was gone, Hinata."
If the Hyuuga heiress was a little bit wiser, then she could've sworn she saw a minuscule smirk tug at the corners of Sakura's lips. Shrugging that off, Hinata strode towards the door and almost exited, before she heard Naruto's voice calling out to her in a blatantly lethargic tone. She stopped abruptly and looked over her shoulder, looking surprised as Naruto said "Help me go home later on, okay?"
For the first time that day, Hinata genuinely smiled, ecstasy rapidly filling her heart to the brim. She looked Naruto in the eye and answered, "H-Hai, Naruto-kun," before dashing out the room and skipping towards her office, where she was sure she would squeal to her heart's content.
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Once Sakura had made sure that Hinata was outside her territory, she hastily faced her comrade with a melodramatic look pasted on her face. "Oh Naruto, I could always assist you anytime and anywhere!" she blurted out, batting her eyes fervently.
Unfortunately, much to her chagrin, Naruto's kindness got the better of her. "Sorry, Sakura-chan, but Hinata asked me first," the blonde Jounin voiced out, grinning sheepishly and ruffling his golden hair with his uninjured hand before continuing, "Besides, you should rest first!"
The pink-haired medic opened her mouth to retaliate and answer otherwise, but the words never left her as Naruto suddenly patted her on the back and smiled, "You should go now, Sakura-chan. Yamato-taichou must be worried sick looking for you!"
Sakura looked at him incredulously as she stood up in silence. Then she leaned down and pecked Naruto on the kiss before twirling herself off to the door.
"I'll visit you again, Naruto!" Sakura stated before leaving the young Uzumaki to his peace. Naruto sighed as the door of his room closed, relieved that his ex-teammate was no longer in his presence.
His crush on Sakura was still there, yes, but it had already depleted itself to a more friendly type of infatuation: One that he would most likely not mind for the rest of his life. Besides, ever since Sasuke left the village, Sakura had become even more obsessive about him, almost to the point wherein even her shirt would flash the Uchiha's name on it.
Naruto thought about it lazily. Sakura has started to flirt with him more often, and if it went on like this he was sure he would not hesitate to rev up a Rasengan and blow her off to Jupiter in annoyance. Unluckily, much to his vexation, Sakura had increased flirting with him every time an opportunity came in her grasp and although her feelings for Sasuke hadn't wavered, she certainly seemed like a slutty little whore chasing after men for their virginity.
Sighing vociferously, he lied back down on his mattress and began daydreaming about his upcoming days as the Rokudaime Hokage.
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To Be Continued...
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