Hinata was taking a peaceful morning stroll along the island. There was a gentle breeze this morning, ruffling his hair and caressing the soft skin of his cheeks and it blew past. He felt as if he was calm for the first time since arriving on this dreadful isle of despair.
Not surprisingly, his moment of peace was interrupted by a disturbing chuckle from behind. "Upupupu.~" Monobear's incessant laughter floated to his ears and caused Hinata to cringe before spinning around to face him.
"What do you want," Hinata barked impatiently, "I'm kind of busy."
"Hinata you filthy wretch, where do you think you're going on this fine day?"
"As if it's any of your business. But if you must know I was on my way to Titty Typhoon to meet with my friends," he said as he turned to walk away.
"Wait you little punk! I wasn't done talking to you," the plushie robot thing called as he pounded his soft fists high in the air.
"You are now," Hinata said, unable to suppress his irritation. He continued through the loose sand of the beach toward the previously mentioned establishment.
Monobear was irritated as well. He quickly ran to the ocean and fished out a salmon and used it to knock that angsty boy clean over. "I said I wasn't done with you, you little jerk." Hinata fell roughly to the sand and spat out a mouthful of grit. He pushed himself up onto his hands and knees and turned his head to see the bear preparing to attack him again. He quickly rolled to the left and narrowly escaped a salmon to the face.
The raw fish smacked the beach where his head had just been. Monobear let out an unearthly wail as the sand coated his precious salmon. "Look what you've done! You've ruined it, you swine!" the bear screamed.
"What are you even doing? If you don't want to ruin it stop swinging it around like that!" Hinata cried in response.
"It's all your fault! Now you have to clean it off," the distraught plush whined as he wiggled the fish in Hinata's face.
"Go dunk that filthy thing in the water," he yelled back, shoving the salmon away from him. Monobear simply pushed it back into his face once more.
"Lick it clean."
"No way! And get off of me you creep."
"Lick my salmon Hinata-kun."
As he considered it, Hinata's ahoge stiffened at the prospect. (Wait what.) His mouth opened, inviting the salmon. Hinata stuck his tongue out slowly and stroked the slimy scales with its tip. A furious blush magically appeared on Monobear's cheeks.
"I can't believe you're actually doing it," the bear mumbled, now exasperated. In his flustered state he shoved the entire salmon into Hinata's mouth. As the boy's eyes widened in shock Monobear spanked his bottom and then ran away down the beach with his little button nose bleeding.
This was the beginning of a beautiful new relationship between an impressionable and irritable young man and a sadistic robot plushie bear thingy.
