DANCE THE NIGHT AWAY
A NARU/HINA ONESHOT
Why did bed have to be so comfortable? It's pillows speaking in whispers, lulling you back in to the blankets warm, comforting embrace.
*buzzbuzzbuzzbuzzbuzz*
That is, until, the dastardly alarm clock has to come and ruin everything for you. I guess I'm awake now.
"*yawn* five more minutes is all I need..." But five more minutes I, unfortunately, won't get, as I flip over and grab my phone, spying a missed call and two texts.
"Hinata, call me as soon as you get up, I need to know if you're still on for tonight"
Ugh, I don't know how many times I've told that woman that I don't particularly enjoy crowds, but being that today is my twenty first birthday I'm not exactly surprised to see everyone trying to take me out and load me up with alcohol. Not that I don't like drinking, in fact I love drinking, but crowds?
I hate myself sometimes..."Hey Ten-chan, sorry I missed your call, I kinda slept in a little." I tried to explain to the girl over the phone, getting just a scoff in return.
"Really, girl? It's past noon! I don't get how you sleep so much sometimes." Yeah, like sleeping till noon is rare for people who are off for the weekend. Right.
"Ne, it is my birthday, and don't forgot I have this entire weekend off, so of course imma sleep in a little." Even though I knew she has plans for us to go get pampered.
A sigh came through the speaker on my phone, slightly apologetic. "I know Hina, I guess I'm just over stressing a little. But, being your best friend, I am in charge of making sure this is the absolute best birthday you'll ever have, so what did you expect from me?" I smiled a little at that, slightly chuckling.
"Yeah, yeah, Ten, I'd do the same for you." And I did, a night she'll never forget, it's the night she fell in love with my cousin, Neji. "However, I'm awake now, so I'll shower really quick and I'll be there at the salon for the hair appointment at...one thirty...shit, I did oversleep."
"Mhmm...well, I won't hang you on here, go shower! Go! See ya at one thirty, kisses." She said, making a smooching sound before hanging up on me.
Throwing my head back onto my pillow I sighed before getting up and heading to my closet, not bothering to pick out anything special 'cuz, knowing Ten-Ten and Ino, they're both gonna take me shopping and get me "swagged up", whatever the hell that means. Not like I can say 'these kids nowadays', they're both grown adults.
Picking out a simple pair of leggings, a long sleeved tee shirt and some compression shorts I mosied my way over to my personal bathroom, perks of being the grown kid of the house and also a female. Houston winters aren't cold, so there's no point in getting layered up. The cold won't hit until January, knowing our luck.
I'll never forget the day we moved here from Japan. I was just six years old, my sister being just a year old. My mom had just passed and my dad, wanting a new start in a fresh economy, made the move for us to live here with his distant brother, Hizashi, and my cousin, Neji. Not that Uncle Hizashi's wife minded, however.
She always loved playing dress-up with me when we first got here, and her interests moved whenever I grew up and got more into teenage things like music, makeup and the rest of all that. Never boys, though. Didn't really have a penchant for crushing on anyone.
"When are you gonna bring me home a hunk for us to torment, Hina-chan?" She'd always ask me, getting the same answer every time.
Which was 'whenever I feel like it, Auntie K'. That woman, Katy Hyuuga, is the most Japanese she can be. When Hizashi moved here about twenty five years ago, fresh out of college with a degree in agriculture he knew he'd find his spot in good 'ol Texas, but little did he know he'd find love, marriage, and eventually Neji-nii.
Now he's forty eight, and proud of his son, who is now twenty two going on twenty three. My dad, a whiz in the automotive engineering industry, is now forty six, having me at the brisk age of twenty five. Then tragedy struck. My mom and him got into a fight and she went for a drive to clear her mind. She was struck by a drunk driver that night.
She held on for three days, making it to my sixth birthday before passing on, saying her goodbyes to everyone she could. I know my dad blames himself for it, and he's done everything he can to ensure that cars become safer and safer, winning multiple awards along the way, but managing to raise me and my sixteen year old grungy, angsty, and all around moody sister, Hanabi, by himself? I think he found out that was the hardest part.
But enough about that. I slowly started peeling my nighttime clothes off, gazing at my fair and pale skin the mirror, the way my body curved, the scar on my shoulder from falling out of a tree at seventeen and scaring my dad half to death, all these marks and memories, and I just hit the legal age of twenty one...
"Shit, it's almost twelve forty five, get a move on, Hinata."
If not for me, then for my friends.
Stepping out of the steamy yet rapid shower I just took I gazed at the clock which read one ten. "Crud, Ten is gonna kill me!" I half shouted, throwing my clothes on, a pair of warm and fuzzy socks and my winter boots before rushing out into the living room, grabbing my keys and almost hitting the door before...
"Hinata." My dad. "Leaving so soon?" Well...yeah? "Come sit and talk for a second." Not like I have the time, but I can't say no, so here goes nothing.
I smiled and him, walking over to the recliner he was sitting in and taking a seat on the arm. "Sorry, daddy, I thought you were gone." I said, not losing the smile.
He smiled back, patting my leg. "It's okay, I just wanted to tell you happy birthday." Quietly thanking him and giving him a kiss on the top of the head I almost thought I was in the clear to leave. Almost. "I'm not gonna hold you on with a lecture too long, but you are twenty one now. But that doesn't mean you can go out and be reckless, drink as much as you want and be irresponsible. You know I trust you, but I am your father, and I have my fears." Of course you do, I would too.
Giving him a small, sad sigh I rubbed his shoulder gently. "I know, father. I have responsibilities now. We don't have a plan set in stone, but don't forget that Sakura is pregnant, so she'll babysitting us and driving for us tonight, and Sasuke is gonna run security, so you know we'll be safe." I finished with a smile.
Chuckling a little my father released my leg, giving me permission to leave. "That's what I wanna hear. I'll be home tonight, I have a dinner meeting with some clientele but I'll be home by seven. Keep me informed of your plans just in case." He said, adding in a gentle 'I love you' before waving me away.
Returning the 'I love you' I headed out of the door, getting in the drivers seat of my Nissan Altima before turning the engine over and backing out and driving away.
And then I got a text. "Hina, it's one fifteen! Where are you?!" Jesus woman, I'll be there as soon as I can get there. "Reply to Ten-chan 'ten minutes out, be there as soon as possible, dad held me up'" I spoke out, getting a confirmation from the voice-powered assistant thingy they put in these new cars.
The drive was simply your every day weekend afternoon drive as I had the windows cracked and the radio turned up, listening to some tunes as I made my way to where my impatient friends were. Low of thirty eight, high of sixty six, that's southern winter weather for you.
Honey came in and she caught me red handed, creeping with the girl next door. Picture this we were both butt naked banging on the bathroom floor.
I mouthed the words along as I pulled up to the hair salon with five minutes to spare, hopping out and clicking the beeper to lock the door, hearing the affirmative 'beep'.
I barely made it in the door before being flanked by Ten-Ten and Ino, who were both hurriedly ushering me to a chair as the stylist laughed. "Oi, give the girl some space to breathe. Hey Hina, happy birthday." The pink haired, three month pregnant Sakura said, giving me a small smile.
Giving her a smile and a nod back I turned my eyes to the ever stoic Sasuke. "Hey Sasuke, sorry you had to be dragged into this little soiree with us." I said.
"Hn, it's not a problem, my Saturday's are always boring anyways, consider it a birthday gift anyways." Chuckling a little at that I gave him a small thanks and hug.
After all the fussing over my hair they basically dragged me next door to the nail place, where I sat for another hour getting my nails done. Two hours into this and I'm already regretting that today is my birthday.
Not that Sakura and the others mind, they're also getting pampered along with me. But next it was probably my least favorite thing. Clothes shopping. Not that I hate going shopping, just shopping with Ino and Ten-Ten, they can be a little...how do I put this? Tricky? Hectic? All of the above?
Dragging me by the arm we went a few stores down in the shopping strip to be treated like a human guinea pig for dressing. "Oh, this would look cute! What do you think, Hinata?" And all I could do is just force a smile and nod willingly, or all their hard work will come crashing down, even though this isn't how I want to dress.
See, Ino, Ten-Ten and Sakura are all prissy, bubblegum pop girls. But not me. How we ever became good friends is beyond me.
Oh, I remember.
It's just like yesterday to me, it all started in tenth grade.
*Flashback begin*
High school sucks. Freshman year was supposed to be the worst, but this year, by far, has made me wanna go all emo and angsty.
No one here gets me, like, really gets me. I'm just the weird Japanese chick to everyone, so I mostly stick to myself and ignore all the bullying and all the stereotypes and racists. Not letting them get to me is the hardest part. But today, a week before my seventeenth birthday, has been the worst.
Sighing I picked up my bag after eating lunch in solitude before heading to class. But when I got in the hallway I felt a rough bump, making me drop my bag. Looking up I saw an older boy, dark brown hair and a shit-eating grin on his face. "Oh, I'm so sowwy, did I make you drop your bags?" He laughed out, kicking it across the hall.
This, of course, pissed me off, but I kept my cool. I moved to pick it up but one of his friends kicked it across to the other side of the hall. "Oops, my bad." Sure.
Turning directions once again I moved to grab the bag when another kid went to kick it again. But he never did, a hand stopping him. "Is there a problem here, dumb ass, or are you just picking on the poor girl again, hn?" Sasuke Uchiha, one of the school geniuses and a whiz on the football field at wide receiver.
Scoffing, the first boy cracked his knuckles, his two friends flanking him on either side. "Nope, no problem, except what imma do to your face!" And then the kid went to take a swing, only making Sasuke chuckle and move to the side, dodging and tripping the kid as a crowd built up to watch the fight.
Making haste I grabbed my bag and moved to the edge of the circle, watching as the dark haired kid danced around the three, making them look like even bigger fools.
The bullies two friends went to tackle Sasuke, only for him to spin away from them, making them knock heads and fall to the floor uselessly. "Give up yet, or do you want to actually get your asses kicked?" He asked the three men, who just grunted and walked away to the jeers and laughs of everyone watching the brawl.
I went to thank Sasuke, finding him awaiting with three girls in his circle, talking about what just happened. "T-thank you, S-S-Sasuke is it?" I asked, getting a smirk.
"Yeah, it's okay, I just can't stand bullies. This is Sakura, my girlfriend, Ten-Ten, and Ino." He went, left to right, introducing them, Ino being a slender woman with long, blonde hair, and Ten-Ten being a little thicker and shorter with her hair in two brown buns.
Sakura, however, had this vibrant pink hair, which kinda blew me away. Seeing me stare at it she chuckled a little. "I know, a lot of people wonder about my hair."
Breaking my gaze I looked down, mumbling an apology. "Ne, it's okay, Hinata." They know my name? "We've seen you get bullied for awhile, but after seeing enough of it we decided to get involved in it." The girl named Ino said, patting me on the shoulder.
"Mhmm, we were once like that but after dealing with...a close friends passing, we woke up, to say the least." Ten-Ten said, obviously referring to what happened to Chouji.
"But not anymore, we're here to put a stop to that. What do you say, Hina, you wanna join us?" I blushed a little a the nickname, nodding and taking Sakura's outstretched hand and shaking it lightly before being pulled into a hug.
And immediately, I felt something here that I haven't felt in any school in so many years.
Wanted.
*Flashback end*
Us Japanese-American students were a tight-knit family by the end of the school year, bringing in Rock Lee, Kiba Inuzuka, and numerous other students that had been bullied just like me and many, many more.
But unlike them, I harbored a lot of secrets that they soon half-way found out about, like my love for rock, metal and country, and not wanting to dress up like a flashy, well dressed and sophisticated girl, instead I'd rather dress like I want; black booty shorts, fishnet leggings, some converse, a band tee or tank and my hair in a ponytail.
Sensing my unhappiness and discontent with this Sakura squeezed my thigh gently, getting my attention as the girls went and fetched more clothes for me to try.
"Hina...I know this isn't you, and I understand that you're doing this for them, but this is your day, you need to do what you want, not them." She said with a small smile.
I gave her a smile with a sigh, patting her leg. "I know, it's just...they've had this planned for so long and, and I just can't bear to mess up their plans. Anyways, as long as y'all are happy, I am." I said, trying to sell my words with a smile, but she wasn't being fooled.
And neither were Ino and Ten-Ten, who were standing right behind me. "Hina-chan, if this isn't what you want then...then just tell me. We know you've been having it rough lately and we thought this would make you happy, but if it isn't, then fuck the plans, let's do it your way." Ten-Ten said, squeezing my shoulder gently.
Ino was next on the inspiration wagon. "Yeah, it's okay, I'm sure whatever you pick out it'll be smashing! So, where is it you wanna go?" I gave them a sick smile, knowing full well that this was gonna torture them as well as they had tortured me just now.
"Hot topic?!" The two girls exclaimed as we approached the store, making me, Sakura and Sasuke laugh at them as I dragged them into the store with me.
Their eyes gazed at the dimness of the store and the various items that graced the walls. "Oh come on, it's not that bad. Plus, neither of you have ever tried dressing up like a 'rocker', so how do you know you won't look good?" I asked, getting disgruntled 'yeah, you're right's' from them.
Ino looked at me, preparing her protest. "But...but none of us are into the metal stuff, so what if people laugh at us for being posers?" Good question, blondie.
As soon as I prepared to answer, Sasuke spoke up, cutting me off. "Hn, you don't understand the first thing about metal and rock, then. We don't make fun of people for doing what they want to do. If you wanna dress up like a metal head then by all means, do it. This isn't a style for specific people it's for anyone and everyone." Wow...
Chuckling a little I smiled at Ino. "He said it better than I could, this is for-wait, we? When did you get into metal?" I mean, he looks the part, at least.
Giving me the typical Sasuke smirk he began to speak. "A while ago, Sakura always knew but we never talked about it. I usually kept it suppressed because my dad hates it, calls it bang-bang crap, gives me death glares whenever I play it around him. Should've seen his reaction when I joined a band." We all nodded, knowing his dad well enough to know that his death glares are something you wanna avoid.
"Man, those glares...they're nuclear, I'm telling you." Sakura muttered out, looking at the ground for a second before looking back up at me with a brimming smile. "So, you gonna show us how it's done, Hina-chan?" She asked me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.
Smiling back I nodded, getting to work on the two bubblegum princesses known as Ino and Ten-Ten.
And by the time I was done with my work, they looked like two brand new women with a new leash on life. Ino was sporting some dark black-ish purple-ish skinny jeans, a low cut Cannibal Corpse tee shirt because she wanted to go 'full on edgy', and a 'make America metal again' hat facing forwards with her ponytail looped through it.
Ten-Ten was now wearing black jeans, naturally torn to hell around the knees, with pink stockings underneath, a purple tank top with the Umbrella Corp. logo on it, and her buns now sported two black chopsticks in an X formation. "Wow, this is...surprisingly comfortable." She laughed out, punching me lightly on the arm.
I smiled at them, myself changing outfit into what I described earlier, a Slipknot sleeveless shirt with the sides expose being the band tee of my choice. "Told you, why do you think we all laugh when you say we must be miserable wearing 'all that shit'" I giggled while leading them out of the store, heading to the Vans and Converse stores.
As we headed over Ten-Ten did bring up a rather good point that even I didn't think about. "So where are we gonna go to drink now? There aren't any clubs that'll let us in wearing all of this, most have a strict dress code." Ten-Ten sighed out, wracking her brains with the rest of us. Till it hit me.
"Hmm, well we could always go to emo night, they have it every Saturday at this club in the warehouse district barring any concerts going on, and as far as I know there isn't anything happening. Drink specials all night, throwback pop punk and rock, the whole shebang." I threw out there, getting pondering faces from everyone.
"That's not a bad idea, I mean, we already dressed up like this, might as well complete the act, right?" Ino said, drawing laughs from the group as we agreed on it.
It was five o'clock though, and doors aren't until seven, so you know what time it is right?
"Pregame time, bitches!"
Thanks, Ten-chan, I knew you had it in you.
"C'mon, you're twenty one now, you're old enough to go into the damn liquor store and make your own choices, Hina!"
"I know, Ino, but it's not like I'm not at least a little nervous! Sheesh, give me a break, woman."
"Hey, she's got a point, I was still a little iffy about going in after I turned twenty one. You got this though, Hi-chan."
"Ten-Ten, I don't know how you manage to be on both mine and Hinata's side all at once, but you must teach me!"
"Screw it, I'm going in!"
It took a little convincing, mainly from my own mental mindscape, but I managed to grab my metaphorical balls and head in. And once I got in there...
"Wow..." I muttered under my breath, gazing at the aisles and aisles of liquor, separated into their various categories. Luckily this venue allows one bottle per person, so that means we can bring in four. Good enough for me, and it damn well better be good enough for them, or else...I'll just cave into them. Lovely me.
"Ma'am, can I help you?" A voice broke my stupor as I spun around, catching eyes with a short, maybe five foot tall, if even, woman, who just smiled at me.
Collecting my thoughts and scanning her shirt I found her name tag. "Y-yes, I'm looking for a brand of whiskey, Ms. Charlotte. Bushmills, I believe is the name." I said, albeit a little hesitant, recalling the name of the whiskey that Sasuke requested me to get for him.
Charlotte made a thinking face before exclaiming "Aha! I know where that is, it's not a common item, but we have a few styles in stock. Right this way!" She said before she whisked away towards the aisle, leading me to what I was looking for. "Here we are, there's a few different styles, see what you want?"
Nodding I grabbed a bottle of the black label, which was surprisingly decent priced at thirty five dollars. "Yep, my daddy drinks Irish whiskey all the time, and not the Jameson stereotypical kind." I laughed out, trying to build my confidence and strength a little. "Know any good vodkas? I'm not too big on it but my friends are and they didn't give me a specific type, just told me to buy what I wanted." Those bastards.
With another nod we ran off to the vodka aisle. "See, my personal favorite is Hammer & Sickle, it's incredibly smooth, and even though it's a little pricey at thirty for a fifth it's not the worst." The short woman said, pointing at a bottle of Russian vodka that was priced at over two hundred bucks.
I let out a low whistle before grabbing the recommended bottle and putting it in the little hand cart I grabbed from the aisle end.
And then I hit a wall. "Well...I'm gonna be honest, I'm a little nervous because I just turned twenty one today and this is my first time being in a liquor store, so as you can imagine this is a little...overwhelming, if you will. Me and my friends are going to emo night at a club and we can bring in a bottle each and I need two more, and I really don't know what else to get." I managed to squeak out without any stuttering, much to my own shock and awe.
"No worries! I've been working here for four and a half years so I've seen multiple newbies come in and out, but are you a straight shooter, mixed drink or a sipper?"
Putting my hand on my chin I thought about that for a second and then remembered. "Today is my birthday, so most likely I'm gonna do shots, what's good for that?" I said with a chuckle, getting one back from the employee.
She took me over to a few more aisles where I grabbed a bottle of, admittedly expensive, sixty dollar tequila, and a bottle of kraken black rum, something smooth and dark, just like my personality. "Anything else I can help you with?" She asked, as I shook my head no she starting ringing up the total. "Two hundred and twenty dollars, even."
Huh, go figure. Sliding her my ID and credit card she swiped both of them, both coming up good and clean, before bagging my bottles and handing me the receipt and my plastics back. "Thank you, I'm sure I'll be back here more now that I'm of age." I chuckled on the way out, waving goodbye.
Walking through the sliding door I got in the passenger seat of my car, driven by Sasuke of course, breathing a sigh of relief as the assholes I call friends gave me a round of applause from the backseat.
"Hey! You survived!" Ino said, shaking my shoulder a bit as I gave them the finger, passing the bag back to them to inspect my selection. "Ooh, so they did have the whiskey you wanted, Sasuke. This stuff is pretty good." Thanks for the approval, Ino. Like I really needed it.
"Hammer & Sickle? I've heard a lot of good things about this stuff, let's hope it's true. Although at sixty dollars a bottle I hope this tequila is worth it." Me too, Ten-Ten.
Can we just start drinking already?
It was loud in here, just like I like it. That way I can drown myself in the music and the moment, choosing to ignore most of what Ino and Ten-Ten were talking about.
Most likely it was how many hot dudes were here tonight, how loud it was and the music, which was currently All Time Low's "Dear Maria", a timeless classic. We drank a few drinks at Sasuke and Sakura's apartment, which got my two girl friends buzzing, but to me it was just a cock-tease, if I had one, which I don't. At least, last time I checked.
Sighing a little I hummed the lyrics, grabbing a plastic shot cup and putting it on our table, pouring a full shot of kraken into it and downing it immediately. "Well hey, look who's a pro at taking shots." I heard Sasuke laugh, sipping his coke and whiskey slowly. He's allowed three, but he has to stop and hour before we leave. Fair enough, right?
I snickered a little at him, shoving him sideways. "You know me, I was never a person to beat around the bush. I prefer to cut to the chase, hence why I take shots instead of babysitting and sipping some of Ino's weak ass mixed drinks." Good lord, that woman can not make good drinks at all.
"Hehe, yeah, she's not the best." Not the best is actually a compliment, 'Suke-teme. "But I can tell you want something else, perhaps a beer?" How does he always know?
See, people always thought me and Sasuke were twins separated at birth. Why? Simple.
Long, black hair? Check.
Hardcore emo phase that still lingers? Check.
Closet metal head? Check.
Add in the fact that he seems to always know what I'm thinking and how I'm feeling, and vice versa, and there ya go. But we're not twins. Me and Sasuke always got along, never had any problems, but we both knew that a relationship between us would never work out, and that's completely fine with me, to be perfectly honest.
I see the way he looks at Sakura, and in the years we've known each other I've never seen him look at someone and hold so much love for them. His eyes glow whenever she kisses him on the cheek, and that's the only times I've seen him be vulnerable and show weakness.
He's like a pit bull, in a way. Lovable, yet tough. Kind, yet rough. And now I sound like a poet. "Yeah, imma go grab one, I'll be back in a minute." At least I hope so.
The line isn't too long, as everyone's already settled in to their tables and are ordering from the roaming waitresses. Leaning my elbows on the bar I waited until the bartender made his way to me, a regular gaze on his face, typical of bartenders. "What can I get for ya, ma'am?" He asked, punching his code into his tablet register.
"Ziegenbock, draft please." It's always better in a twenty ounce draft, according to my dad. Guess I'm about to find out. I slid my ID to him, and he looked at it, smiling and thumping it on the bar before handing it back to me.
"Birthday girl, huh? Don't worry about it, this ones on me. Enjoy!" Well that was nice of him. "Also, if you want I can hook you up with a free emo shot right now." Emo shot?
He put a laminated piece of paper on the bar which read:
$5 emo shots!
Blue;
Blueberry vodka, cranberry juice, rimmed with pink salt or sugar.
Red;
Gin, strawberry juice, rimmed with purple salt or sugar.
BLK;
Kraken rum, Dr. Pepper, rimmed with black salt or sugar.
I stopped at black, pointing at it, getting a smile from the bartender. "I have a feeling you knew I was gonna pick this one." I laughed out, getting a chuckled and a nod from the man, who grabbed the kraken bottle. "Actually...make it a double, would you?" I asked, getting a look of shock.
"A double...now that I didn't see coming. The name's Stephen, by the way." Stephen said, laughing a little as he grabbed the double shot glass and began his concoction.
He handed the shot over to me with a smile, while I yelled out a phrase as I raised my glass up. "Na Zdorovie!" Which basically means 'cheers!' in Russian, downing the entire shot and slamming the shot glass on the bar, not too hard, but enough to make an edible clunk.
Getting a small clap from Stephen I smiled, wiping the leftovers away from the corners of my mouth. "Not bad, although there is one ingredient that you didn't notice." Huh?
What does he mean by...oh god! "Jesus! Pepper sauce?" I said, fanning my mouth and sipping the beer as the tiny burn went away. "No fair!" I whined over his laughter.
"Eh, not my fault you didn't read it over. Not trying to be an asshole, I just know this is your first time at a bar and decided to give you a little lesson: always pay attention and read the entire ingredients." Fair enough, and duly noted. "Also...that was only half of what I was supposed to put." Well I guess he was being nice...kind of.
Still, I slid a fiver into the tip jar and bid him farewell, for now, heading to one of the outdoor smoking patios to catch some fresh air.
When I got out there I took a seat on one of the benches, inhaling air and exhaling before popping a cigarette into my mouth, lighting it, and taking a slow, smooth drag, inhaling the smoke and exhaling it shortly after.
My eyes scanned the crowd, thankful no one decided to come sit down next to me. At least for a minute they didn't. "You look lost." A strong voice came from beside me.
Jumping a little at the sudden presence I shook my head, taking a swig of beer, swallowing it slowly. "Nah, just needed to catch some air and a smoke." It wasn't until now when I caught how the man looked, and it was...amazing, simply amazing.
The first thing I noticed was strong, blue eyes, a firm jawline, shoulder length blonde hair, about five foot nine in height if I guessed correctly. His muscle-lines poked through his bright orange shirt, not exactly fitting of tonight, and a logo that read 'Ichiraku Ramen' graced the chest of the shirt.
"Ahem." Shit, didn't realize I was staring. "You know, it's rude to stare at someone's chest without first getting their name. God, that sounds weird coming from a man instead of a woman..." He grumbled, making me giggle a little at the sudden realization of the irony.
"Hyuuga. Hinata Hyuuga. And you are?" I asked, sticking a hand out for him to shake, if that was his thing.
"Uzumaki. Naruto, Uzumaki." He said, shaking my hand before pulling it up to his face, his lips brushing against my knuckles and causing the slightest of blushes to appear.
Good lord, Hinata, you just met the guy and you're already blushing? "Nice to meet you, Naruto. What brings you here tonight?" A common bar question, I suppose.
With a sigh he smiled gently, before lighting his own cigarette. "Boredom? I don't know, I turned twenty one in October but my job and my lack of real friends makes it hard to want to go out." Real friends? "Yeah, most of them are now out of town, only communicating via social media, Skype, etc." Ah, makes sense. "And you?"
Clearing my throat I began to try and speak, suddenly losing my words when I felt his hand lightly place itself on my thigh, which drove me wild. "Uh...um...to-today is my twenty first birthday, so m-my friends brought me out here. More like I drug them out here...they're not all that into this scene."
"Ah, got ya. Hyuuga huh? Like Hiashi Hyuuga, the auto-whiz from Japan?" I nodded, getting a low whistle from Naruto. "Man...I knew you seemed familiar. My dad, Minato Namikaze, used to be one of the biggest business partners with Hiashi-sama, until his passing a few years ago...but, it's all behind us now!" That smile...
There's something about it, I just can't pinpoint it. "Yeah, Namikaze designs is someone my dad still goes to a lot, but undoubtedly without your fathers presence..." Yeah...
"Yep, communication and outreach went down, but my mom is doing the best that she can do. She was real close friends with Hana, your mom..." Wait a second.
Red hair, green eyes, bad temper against her husband, think Hinata, think! "Oh my god..." There's no way. It can't be him. "N-N-Naru-k-kun?" My voice trembled out, almost threatening to defy me and leave my body.
And then he smiled again, as the memories flooded my mind. "Hina-hime...I was wondering when you'd remember me. I mean, it's only been, what, six years" I remember.
How could I forget? "H-how could I forget? You promised...you promised you'd never leave me, but then...you just...stopped talking to me." I was getting closer to full blown tears now, doing my best to contain them, not letting them spill. "W-w-why? H-how could you?" I looked at him, waiting for an explanation.
Sighing deeply my long lost friend seemed to be holding back his emotions as well. "Look, this...it's a lot more difficult then it seems. I was in a bad place at the time, all I wanted to do was drink, do drugs and fuck up. I wanna talk more, Hina, but not here, in private, okay?" Okay. Why should I?
"And you expect me to trust you? You left me alone, not the other way around! I did my best to forget you, it took me three damn years to do that! And now you just wanna walk back into my life and talk? Sasuke is most likely gonna kill you too, yano? He considered you a brother, Naru. A brother." God that felt good to get off my chest.
"Please." He said, almost begging me, his eyes deeply interlocked with mine as we shared an intense stare, momentarily forgetting about the crowd around us.
Would you guess that I budged? If you did, then congrats, you know me decently well. "Naruto...fine, after I'm done here you can meet me at my house, okay? But not for too long, I'm gonna be wasted too so don't expect too much of a conversation out of me, you got it?" I finished, preparing to extinguish my cigarette.
Smiling slightly he nodded. "Crystal. I'm gonna leave before Sasuke finds me and proceeds to murder me, okay?" Good idea.
Tonight just got a lot more interesting. A lot.
Did I say I was gonna get wasted? So six shots, eight beers, seven mixed drinks and a few joints from random people in the crowd is the magic number.
Huh, go figure. "You sure you can make it to your room okay, Hinata?" Sasuke asked. He was always the nicest one, to everyone's shock, including mine and my dads.
"I'm fiiinnnee, Sasuke. M-maybe a little too dr-drunk but I'll be ight, ight?" I slurred out, stepping out of his car, my car safely parked at his and Sakura's apartment.
Chuckling as I gave him a thumbs up he put it into park. "If you say so, but I'm sitting right here till you make it inside." Whatever you say, Sasuke, whatever you say.
Grabbing the bag with the leftover liquor I surprisingly made it to the door without stumbling or falling, jimmied the key into the lock and turned it, the bolt sliding away and allowing me entry into the house. "Goodbye, Sasuke! I'll see you later!" I hollered, shutting the door and stumbling into my room.
Quickly I chucked the bag and my purse to the floor by the closet door before plopping down on my bed, my head swimming in a sea of intoxication.
And then there was tapping at my window. Shit. It's Naruto. "Psst, hey, Hina! It's me, Naruto!" He harshly whispered as I managed to find the will and want to get up.
When I finally did I made my way over to the window, unlocking it as sliding it up. "Oi, you-you look creepy just hanging outside my window, hurry and get in." I slurred out.
He listened to me, for once, and toppled into my room, shutting the window and locking it back behind him. "So, uh...nice room?" He said, rubbing the back of his neck softly.
Giving him a stern look I did my best to regain some soberness. "You wanted to talk, so talk." I coldly said, taking a seat on the bed and kicking my shoes off.
Taking a seat on the bed as well he sighed, collecting his thoughts for a second before speaking. "Hinata...six years ago, I wasn't me. I wasn't Naruto Uzumaki, I was a shell of who I am and who I'm going to be. I-I got in with some really bad people and...and I was afraid I was gonna get you hurt if I kept you close to me, or worse..." Worse?
A small giggle from me turned into laughter as I couldn't help but laugh at his words. "Ha! Like you leaving didn't kill me, Naruto. We didn't know what happened, shit we all thought you were dead. We knew about the drugs, you couldn't hide it from me, and definitely not Sasuke." I said, brushing my hair back to it's normal shape.
Burying his head in his hands he spoke again more muffled this time. "I know, Hina, but I'd rather not see you physically dead. I couldn't live with myself if that happened."
Snorting this time I held back my laughter. "Even so, six years? What took you this long to realize that you missed me, huh?" Yeah, explain that one, Naru.
"Because I knew I wasn't gonna be able to face you and handle seeing how much I hurt you if I wasn't in the best place I could possibly be in. These past six years I've done my time, paid my dues, got every gang off my back, handled my debts, fixed my issues-"
"Yeah, you fixed your issues and left me here, alone, with my issues. So I had to do it, alone, without my father or cousin or sister knowing. You had your mom, and you had your dad until he passed away. I'm sorry, Naruto, your dad was amazing, but I could've helped!" I yelled, trying to contain the volume of it.
Pounding his hand onto his leg he cursed. "Fuck, I know you could have, Hina! I know now I chose wrong, and I want, no, need your forgiveness." Again, it begs a question.
Why? "Life was getting good without you, Naruto, show why should I forgive you? You missed a lot in those six years, Naru, a lot." And I intend on showing him just how much he missed in the best way I know to. Call it conniving, but I'm a woman, god damn it, and I'm gonna use that to my advantage.
Standing up I moved towards my dresser, slowly shedding the jean booty shorts I was wearing, giving him a little show along the way. "H-Hina?" Naruto stuttered out.
But the show wasn't over, as I flipped my hair, looking over my shoulder at him. "Yes, Naru?" I asked in a sweet tone, ditching the fishnets next as he sputtered over his words, his eyes surely grazing and ogling my body. I wasn't the best looking, but you bet I have some appeal.
Next was my top, as I turned sideways now, letting him get a good sight of my easily DD breasts. Am I evil? Sure. Let's go with that. "W-What're you..." He began, stopping as I bent over, letting him get a good sight of my cleavage now.
Yeah, I am evil. "God, these clothes get sooooo uncomfortable, yano?" I playfully whined out, my arms reaching behind my back to pop open the strap on my bra.
And by god, how wide his eyes popped open when I let it fall...I swear, they damn near came out of his head. "Why-why are you doing this? Is this some sort of cruel punishment for me leaving? Cuz if it is-" He never got to finish that statement, as I put a finger over his lips.
"Ha, no. I'm just showing you just how much you missed, and what you missed out on, Naru-kun." I purred out the last part, giggling at the end of it, schoolgirl-esque.
Dropping the panties I turned my back to him, fishing in my dresser slowly and swaying my hips, letting him get a good look. But as I was about to turn around with some extra cute pajamas, I felt something hard pressed into my rear, as two arms wrapped around me tightly.
And then his rough, gruff voice hit my ear, his breath tickling it. "Two can play at this game, Hina-chan. You're not the only ones who's grown." He growled lowly, and he sure wasn't wrong, just the size of his erection poking into me through his jeans made me shiver. It had to have been at least seven, maybe more, inches.
Which sent me right back to stuttering. "N-N-Naru...p-please, don't d-d-do this to m-me..." I breathed out, trying to gain control of myself as I found myself getting more and more aroused by the second.
"Oh, so you're the only one that can tease me?" He sarcastically asked, pressing his outline further into me, making me whimper softly, my legs trembling ever-so slightly.
Shaking my head slowly I felt his hands move up my sides, nails slightly scraping my body as he reached my breasts, cupping one in each hand. "Mmm, N-Naru-kun...d-don't start something y-you c-c-can't f-finish..." I moaned out, his fingers pinching my nipples, gently, but hard enough to send shockwaves of pleasure through my body.
Deciding to fire back a little I swayed my hips again, rubbing them against his member, making him grunt in pleasure. "How long, how long are we gonna play this charade, Hina-chan? We both know what we both want, just tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you." If there was any doubt before now, it was all gone.
I prepared to answer him when a surprise shockwave of pleasure ripped through my being, his hand sneakily making it's way between my hips, gently thumbing my clit.
How does he expect me to answer when I can't even think straight? "N-N-Naruuuu-K-Kun..." Come on, you can do it, Hina! "F-f-fu-oh!" This motherfucker already knows how to hit my sweet spot, damn it. "Naru..." Here goes nothing. "Naru-kun...fuck me, Naru-kun, fuck me!" I basically screamed out, begging for it now.
Within a second I was lifted off my feet, picked up by my estranged friend and heaved onto the bed as he showered me with kisses, from my lips to breasts, his tongue flicking over my nipples softly, his teeth nipping at them and my skin.
At this point I was putty in his hands, as he backed off the bed and stripped, losing his shirt and showing me his defined, rock hard abs. But what was next was what I really wanted to see, as he slowly removed his pants, his cock pressing against his boxers hard. "As you wish, hime." He said, dropping his boxers, letting his member spring out.
My mouth dropped, seeing the sight of his bare erection. How the fuck is that gonna fit in me? I am a virgin, after all. "N-Naru, go easy, I'm still a virgin..." I muttered out, as he got on his knees, spreading my legs and allowing him access to my entrance, which was basically a fucking fire hydrant by now.
Smiling at me he lined up with my pussy, sticking just the tip in and making me groan in agony, the suspense killing me. "I will, Hina, don't worry." He smiled one more time before pushing his cock into me slowly, reaching halfway before pulling out, re-entering me again and getting almost all the way in.
And then he did it. With one last pull out, he rammed it all the way into me, my hands grasping the bed sheets as I tried to muffle my moans, careful not to wake anyone up, especially not my dad. He started pumping in and out of me, his hands roaming up to my chest, fondling my tits and using them for leverage to get some hard thrusts in.
I could barely contain myself, my moans coming out in whimpers and pleas for more. "H-harder, Naruto-kun, f-fuck me harder!" I cried out, not surprised when he obliged, ramming his cock in and out of my soaking wet pussy now, driving my pleasure up and making it even harder to contain my moans and groans of pure ecstasy.
Shortly enough, almost too shortly in my opinion, all of that pleasure built up, soon to explode. "I-I'm gonna cum soon, Naru-k-kun" I cooed out, getting a nod from him.
"M-me too, l-l-let's come together." He grunted and growled, his pleasure soon to reach it's climax too. He pumped harder and harder now, and if they weren't awake now they surely would be. But I didn't care, cause...
"I-I...I'm cumming!" I exclaimed, my pleasure boiling over as my walls tightened, my legs gripping him even tighter as wave after wave of pleasure rocked my body. I felt him stiffen, his warm seed filling me up as we climaxed together.
And then we collapsed.
Falling asleep in each others arms as we always dreamed about.
I'm gonna have fun explaining this to my dad tomorrow...
Fin! Yeah, I've all but given up on my other projects, finding my home in one-shots, choosing to compile them together as a series.
This is the first in the 'Dance The Night Away' series, and they won't all be focused on just Hinata and Naruto. There's gonna be one with Sasuke and Sakura, Ino and Choji, maybe Neji and Ten-Ten, a grown up Konohamaru and Hanabi, just focusing on the aftermaths of the first (two?) strictly NaruHina ones.
Next one, Dance The Night Away 2: Electric Boogaloo (title pending) is gonna be a more fun one, filled with hijinks, jokes galore, and just lighthearted fun. This one was a little bit of a drag, not too 'fun', but it'll pay off, I promise.
Although if you don't wanna listen to my promises, I don't blame you. I can't promise when the next one will be out, but it will come. Maybe a month or two at most, as soon as I figure out who and what, I'll get to work on the draft and get it going.
If you guys have ANY ideas, and couples you want me to explore, and settings, scenes, etc., feel free to DM me, or leave a review if you so please.
As of now, read and enjoy, I'll be back soon.
Ja ne!