Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto in anyway shape or form. But thats ok. Because I much rather own Neji. A/N: Ok there is a little dirtyness in this chapter. Even though it's really short. I'm sorry people I just don't write long chapters. I will make the next one really good though. This one isn't that great...
You know, I didn't just develop a crave for Hinata with no trigger. I didn't miraculously just start wanting her. I slowly fell for her. It was little things I noticed. Like the way she looks when she sleeps. She looks so peaceful. She always looks like an angel but when she's in the moonlight, she glows. The soft complexion of her milky skin lights up when set under such a soft lighting. And the color of her hair, more than just raven. It seems to hold a soft purple tent to it. And her eyes. They look like they know too much. Which only add to her evilness. She always has this look in her eyes like she's a little puppy that has been kicked too many times, and has seen too many things.
I always wondered, if Hinata was a perv like me. Does she dream about sex? Does she touch herself? Does have a darker use for the Byankugan she possesses? Does she have an even greater need for sex than I? Is it possible that maybe, Hinata craves me as much as I crave her? I don't know if I'm the one that makes her wet at night, but I do know she gets like that. I have seen it.
I remember the night, I was at her house. She had jumped in the shower. She said she needed one. We both did, but I wasn't about to suggest I jump in with her. That was in the days when I merely crushed on Hinata. Not yet had I actually desired her. But this is the night that changed it all.
I waited for her to come out, and I waited patiently for a while. It truly hadn't been long but I can't stand waiting for anything. I walked around the room and made my way to her bathroom door. It was only a draw to door. The kind with the little slits of wood to cover the opening. Her bathroom filled with steam and so did her bedroom. They were adjoining rooms. Anyhow, I grew even more impatient with Hinata and her hygienically habits so, I peeked. Not to be perverted and not to peek really. Just to see where she was at. Oh she wasn't bathing herself at all. I remembered it like it was yesterday.
All I could see at first was her hair. Only because it stood out among the cream colored tiles of her bath room. Her skin seemed to blend with the scenery. Then I saw her form. This flawless figure of milky softness that I had never seen before. She stood right under the faucet and let the water pour down onto her. She leaned back in the shower and revealed the rest of her body. I saw all of her now. I could see exactly what she was doing too, it wasn't what I expected from Hinata either. I didn't think that girl have a dirty bone In her body but sure enough she was standing in her shower, touching herself.
My eyes caught the movement of her hand. It went like a pulse in and out from between her legs. It was odd to think of Hinata like this. It was even more strange to see her like this. But I couldn't take my eyes off her. I watched her. She propped herself against the wall and let the water fall on her body and not her head. Her fingers would disappear behind her awesomely shaped thighs. But I knew what they were doing. They were exploring the inner wetness of Hinata.
My face began to redden, and my breath became short, watching this, made me want to do the same. I looked down for a second and then looked back through the slits of the door. Hinata was still at it. She had a grin that was growing on her face. Her hand started moving faster and the grin started to fade. I could see Hinata's chest start to inflate a little more, and I could see that her face was hot with pleasure. I knew she was at her edge and she was about to come. But I stopped looking.
I backed away from the door and waited on her bed with utter disgust in myself. How could I have watched it? How could I want to have been there? How could I have looked away. What made me stop watching her? It didn't matter. It was over now. The sound of rushing water stopped and Hinata was out. She walked out of the bathroom fully clothed with no sign of guilt. She hadn't known I had seen her. And she still doesn't know. It wasn't until later, I had thought about the grin. Had she known I was watching. Was she just teasing me again? Was she playing games with me?
That is what sparked the want for Hinata. I never liked to be teased but when she taunted me it made me hot. That night we were laying in her bed ready to go to sleep. Her facing one way and me facing the other. And through the darkness I called her.
"Hinata…" I sang into the room, with a tone that was all but knowing.
"Yes Sakura?" She turned over.
I turned over too but I never summoned enough courage to ask her my question. "Uh h-have you ever…?" I started. I guess I stopped because she looked at me for quite some time with a some what eager look.
"Have I ever….?" She gave me a nod telling me to go on.
"Never mind…" I smiled half heartedly.
"Ok, goodnight Sakura." She smiled and simply closed her eyes.
Again I think she was torturing me. She didn't turn back over. She just left her face to mine. I could feel her breath on my face. It was warm and sweet. My face was just inches away from hers. I looked at her she was glowing. And her lips stood out. They looked so soft. I could only imagine, they must have felt like rose petals. They were a soft pink tent that stood out on her smooth pale skin. How I wanted to touch the soft lips that sat in front of me. I dared myself to even. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to feel her lips on mine but I told myself not to. I knew if I did I might mess things up and she might not talk to me again.
You have to remember this was all before she even knew I liked her. Before I truly fell in love with her. But this was the night I realized how much I lusted for her. I could still feel myself. I was wet from her shower show still. There was nothing I could do about it. I could touch myself in my secret crush's bed. I just knew I had to wait. But the waiting was hell. It didn't matter what I did for the rest of that weekend. All I saw what the wet naked sexually excited Hinata. I had dreamed about it. It taunted me in my dreams all week. Even after I had gone home. Although by then I could enjoy myself. But neigh I decided I dare not pleasure myself with only thoughts of Hinata. This was it. I had decided I would have her. If it was the last thing I did Hinata would be mine.
Neji was not a ploy. He was not a pawn. I was with him way before I had fallen for Hinata. Hinata was actually the one that hooked us up. She wanted me to day but I never found a guy I really wanted. She forced me out on a date with Neji, and I enjoyed it. I fell in love with Neji slowly. He was always my friend, but I have never though of him a datable. Which is funny because he admits to having a crush on me for longer than he can remember.
I had not forgotten about Hinata. I thought about what I had seen for a while. It corrupted my mind. I still have not forgotten it just doesn't arouse me like it used to. It just drives me. It makes me know for certain that I can not give up on her. I will have her. Next time I see Hinata doing anything sexual it will be because I'm the inflicting it. No more peeking for Sakura, it's the real deal or no deal… From here on out.