Disclaimer: All characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto-san.
Chapter 1
"Naruto-kun..." Hinata called out his name in a whisper. She reached out her hand to touch his bare back. He was awake, but she wasn't aware of it. He turned around. "It's getting late, I must go back home"
Naruto rubbed his eye with the palm of his hand, then laid one heavy arm on top of Hinata. "Hn" was all he said.
Although Hinata was old enough to do as she pleased, there was the etiquette that a Hyuga, specially a heiress should not break. She smiled. Sliding the weight of his hand off of her, she stood up from their shared bed, picked up her clothes and started dressing herself.
Naruto just stayed in bed, hands behind his head and resting on a pillow. He watched her slide her shirt on. "Are you coming back tomorrow night?" he asked.
"I don't have a mission, so I don't think I can." Hinata had just gotten back into town after a short mission. Nobody knew she was in Naruto's apartment. She fidgeted with her shoes a little, wasting a bit of time, hoping Naruto would ask her to stay.
He got up from his side of the bed, completely nude. Hinata blushed at his sight. "I don't have a mission either. Let's meet up for lunch" This brightened Hinata's eyes. She was ecstatic, but tried her best not to show it too much.
She nodded. She opened the door to his apartment, Naruto still wearing nothing but his birthday suit. "Bye, see you tomorrow" she said, "See ya at noon" and he smiled.
She exited and the door shut behind her.
She couldn't help but feel a bit empty. Was she expecting too much out of Naruto. A goodbye kiss would have been nice. But the joy she was feeling made her push those feelings aside. As she made her way to the Hyuga compound, she started to feel uneasy. She felt bad that she had to sneak around to see Naruto. It's not like other people didn't know about her feelings toward him, but what would they say if they knew that she at his apartment on such hours at night. For any other woman it would have been fine. But she was a Hyuga, things aren't just that simple.
She walked into the premises. From afar Neji watched Hinata sneak into her own home. He knew something was up. But who was he to ask her of her whereabouts. He had finished his mission a day in anticipation. He was exhausted, all he wanted to do was to get to his futon. Skip the shower.
A/N: So I found the story I wrote a while back, turns out it was in spanish. I was going to translate it, but changed my mind in some parts of the plot. So I started with this. I'm a new writer, so reviews encourage me (well, what writer doesn't like reviews eh? unless it's flaming ha!) No flaming please, if you don't like the couples, please don't read it. Thank you for taking your time in reading my fic. NejiHina forever 3 (Even if Neji is currently dead, I still ship on)
