Thanks to everyone who reviewed last chapter, and those that put my story on their story alerts list and favourites list. I have to say that I'm rather satisfied with this chapter, especially the ending, I trust it will make you giggle. Next chapter will be in a week or so, and don't forget to read and review! Now without further ado, I give you the second chapter of Drunken Gentle Fist.
Drunken Gentle Fist
Chapter two- Damn you, sake
Hinata awoke the next day blurry-eyed and more tired than she had been when she had passed out. She groaned and changed positions, trying to get back to sleep, but she found, to her irritation, that sleep would not come, despite her tiredness. The reason had to do with the smell of mist, leaves, and ramen, certain scents that she had long since started to associate with a certain ninja, but why these smells persisted in her own room was beyond her. Suddenly she sat up straight and really opened her eyes.
This was not her room. This was not her bed. These were not her sheets… they were Naruto's. Right now her memories of last night were quite muddled, all she remembered was that she had gotten drunk off her ass and then she met up with Naruto…
Oh. My. God.
Panicking, she looked down on herself. She saw, to her relief that she still had her clothes on, minus her jacket. She sighed and got out of the bed. She wandered into the kitchen, where she found Naruto, back towards her. He seemed to be making breakfast, humming a bit while doing so. If Hinata were still drunk, she would have sneaked up to him, wrapped her arms around his waist, then when he turned around in surprise, pulled him into a lovely three and a half minute kiss, but she wasn't.
"Naruto…" she said, trying to sound calm, although her mind was racing to remember anything that happened last night.
He quickly turned around. When he saw her, his cheeks gained a light shade of pink, Hinata took it as a sign that not every one of her actions last night was wholesome. He tried to cover his blush with a radiant smile, and she felt her own face heat up. She had to admit, it helped.
"Ah, Hinata, so you're up already? I expected you to sleep for longer than that after last night." He said.
"I couldn't fall back asleep…" She muttered.
"I made you breakfast! It's not ramen, but I'm told that other people don't normally eat ramen for breakfast, it's a little weird to me, but I guess it's okay." He said, shrugging as though wondering why people would bother with anything other than ramen.
He had her sit at his dining room table and set a plate in front of her and himself. A glob that looked like an eight year old's failed science experiment sat on her plate, she looked to Naruto's plate and found an identical glob. It looked as though the concoction was supposed to be French toast, although it was a far cry from any French toast Hinata had ever seen. Though her stomach churned, she smiled at Naruto.
"Thank you for breakfast, it looks great." She lied.
He grinned at her, proudly, somewhat like a child. Hoping that the meal wouldn't make her sick, she ate a bite. The French toast didn't actually taste bad; it just tasted like normal French toast. She had no idea how Naruto had managed to make it look so unappealing, though, and she would rather not ponder on how. While they ate, they mostly stayed silent, Hinata concentrating on her plate, in uncertainty over whether she should be embarrassed by anything she did last night.
"You know Hinata…"
At the sound of his voice, she raised her eyes to his. Naruto was leaning back in his chair with a look of respect on his face. She didn't know how to take this rarely seen look so she just replied.
"Yeah?"
He leaned forward, with a serious look on his face.
"…last night…"
Hinata felt a blush coming on as in her mind she finished his sentence.
"…you really were a good kisser."
"…why did you start to take off all your clothes?"
"…I didn't know you were so flexible!"
She leaned forward, as she mentally leaned back.
"…YOU WERE AWESOME!" Naruto yelled with fervor, his serious demeanor falling away.
Her eyes widened at witnessing his enthusiasm. She leaned back a little, feeling more uninformed than ever.
"Um… what do you mean? I don't really remember everything that happened last night…" she said.
Naruto paused.
So, she doesn't remember when she… Well, it's all for the best, I mean, of course Hinata would never do that normally!
"What was so awesome about you last night, you ask, Hinata?" He said rather calmly.
Though Hinata was reasonably certain that she hadn't done anything improper last night, Naruto's behaviour led her to think that last night she had done something that he would think was cool like pulling a prank, mouthing off to someone, or fighting someone. But of course she couldn't have possibly fought someone last night, as she didn't have even a bruise as far as she could tell.
"Well, when I saw you, you mentioned that you were thinking about the talk we had the other day, and then you called me stupid, and then you said a whole bunch of stuff that I didn't really get, and then I was like, "Hinata, you're drunk!" and then you started fighting me." He said, without a pause.
Hinata felt like she had swallowed a brick. She had fought him! Sure, she had been annoyed by his inability to realize that she had been confessing her love to him, but not enough to actually fight him.
Damn you, sake.
"I'm sorry, Naruto …" she said, feeling mortified.
At that Naruto looked confused.
"Huh? Why should you be sorry, you won!" He said, not knowing that it only made Hinata's mortification worse.
Oh god, one day I say I love him, the next day WHAP! I beat him up…
"I didn't even know that you were a master of drunken fist, it's so cool! So… I… uh, I was wondering…" he said, looking a little embarrassed.
Hinata, still shocked into mortification, nodded numbly.
"…Will you train me in drunken fist!" he asked, looking excited.
She looked at him dumbly, not sure whether to feel confused or relieved that he wasn't mad.
"Um… I don't think that you can train for that…" she said.
Naruto drooped a bit, but then brightened.
"Well then, could I fight against your drunken fist again? It was amazing, I couldn't even defend myself against you!" He said, proudly.
She was speechless. Basically, Naruto was asking if he could get her drunk to fight her, but if she did get drunk again, who knows what she would do. She desperately wanted to save herself from the future embarrassments that she may face, but she was in conflict with the fact that she hated saying no to Naruto.
"I'm not sure, Naruto. I don't want to do something embarrassing…"
He grinned.
"I'm sure you won't, Hinata, and if you do… I'm sure I won't mind…" He said, without thinking.
Hinata turned red. Naruto feigned innocence while internally slapping his head when he realized how that sounded.
"I…er… I'll think about it." She said.
"Great! If you decide to go along with it, I'll pay for the drinks, and, to sweeten the deal, if you win again, I'll treat you to ramen!" He announced, as though this last bit should be the deal breaker.
Hinata felt the urge to laugh at his enthusiasm over the whole thing. Then she remembered something she had been wondering.
"Naruto, what happened after the fight?"
"Well, after you beat me, you dragged me home and dropped me on my doorstep, then both you and I passed out. After some hours, I woke up, dragged you off my floor and put you in my bed because I knew that if I brought you passed out to your house, your family would kill me." He explained.
At the mention of her family, Hinata's eyes widened considerably.
"Come to think of it, right before we reached Konoha, I sent Neji a letter saying that I would be back yesterday! He's going to think something went wrong." She said, looking worried.
"We'll just have to bring you back and explain what happened." Naruto said.
They left Naruto's apartment and made their way up to the Hyuuga complex. A stone-faced Neji met them at the gate.
"Hinata-sama… with Naruto…" Neji's mouth formed a straight line on his face.
"Neji-niisan…" Hinata started.
"It's fine, Neji, Hinata just got plastered last night so, being the gentleman I am, I brought her over to my place!" Naruto said, as though this made everything alright.
The kunoichi was slack-jawed and blushing, while Neji stayed stoned faced, except for a twitch in his right eye.
"So… you're telling me that you brought my cousin home and took advantage of her?" Neji asked, the twitching getting worse as he spoke.
"No, I'm saying that she took advantage of ME, but we weren't at my apartment yet…"
At this comment, Neji was the one who was slack-jawed and blushing. He threw an accusatory look at Hinata, who just fervently shook her head.
"…and she did it well! Afterwards, I couldn't move for hours! She had to drag me back to my apartment."
Naruto just kept going on, not noticing Neji's building distress.
"And as soon as I woke up, I dragged her to my bed and then begged her to do it again. So really, you have nothing to worry about!" he finished.
Neji swooned and Hinata caught him before he hit the ground. Naruto looked confusedly at the scene.
"Hey, what's wrong with Neji?" he asked.
Hinata's face was pretty much as red as it could get.
"Well, he… um, just got a different meaning from your explanation, I'll explain how it really happened to him later." She said.
Naruto nodded, although confused, he thought that he had been quite straightforward.
"That's good. Hey, Hinata, make sure to really think seriously about letting me fight you, I would really be happy!"
She smiled and nodded.
"I will, I'll see you later, Naruto." She said, starting to drag Neji back to the complex.
Naruto waved goodbye and left.
If you didn't get the double meanings in the last part... I'm not going to be the one to explain it.
