I don't own Naruto, dobe.
AAAAIIIIII! I'm getting all kinds of worked up over this. Onwards!
"Kiba, I can't believe this," Hinata whispered, a hand covering her red face. "Going to a formal wedding is one thing, but going to dinner with Naruto is completely obvious!"
"What are you worried about? No body except us three knows what's going on. And who are you so nervy about?" Kiba groused.
"My father! He-" Hinata swallowed the completion of the sentence. She wasn't going to tell anyone, not until she absolutely had to. All anyone was going to do would be to yell at her angrily to have a backbone.
Kiba made an annoyed huff. "Screw Hiashi!"
"Kiba!" The pair crossed the gate into the Hyuuga complex. Hinata desperately tried to shush her friend. "If my father catches you saying things like that, he will ban me from seeing you! Don't you remember? He didn't even talk to you until you became a Jounin."
"Yeah, and he's said fuck all after that."
"Hush!" Hinata shuffled faster to the other gate. She was going to tell her father that she had accepted the invitation to Ino and Shikamaru's wedding, but with Kiba going off like this, she needed him out of earshot.
"Oh, Hinata-san, there you are." Kanaka caught Hinata's eye and waved, trotting over. Hinata smiled at the house mistress, trying to hide the fact that she was trying to escape the gated mansion. "Hiashi-sama asked me to inform you that he will be away for the night, meeting with Mikado-sama." Kanaka's eyes flicked to Kiba meaningfully, silently asking if he knew. Hinata looked away, and Kanaka nodded. "Good morning, Kiba-kun. I trust you are well. Are you hungry?" Hinata suppressed a laugh. Kanaka knew exactly what would distract Kiba.
"Hell yeah! What do you got?" Kanaka motioned for him to follow, listing off leftovers from the night before and the lunch she was preparing for Hanabi and the staff. Hinata breathed a sigh of relief, quickly scuttling off to her apartment. She had a lot of writing to do, with a side of angsting about the date tonight.
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"Minimum bid, twelve thousand yen! When will Hinata faint?" Anko was sitting on the bar, waving bills around. "At dinner? On the walk home? Or will it end the minute Naruto knocks on the door?"
"Twenty five thousand on dessert!" A brown haired shinobi handed over the money, accepting a slip from Anko.
"Who else? Come on, we have over five million yen here! Think of the jackpot!"
Kakashi stuck up a hand with a wad of bills. "Fifty thousand on the doorstep after dinner." Anko laughed and gave him the slip.
"Betting against your own student, eh?"
Kakashi shrugged, to which Anko laughed again.
"Come on, don't be shy!"
"Neh, Kakashi-sensei, what's going on?" The entire bar looked over to the door, where Naruto had stepped in.
"Betting on when your date is going to fail."
"WHAT? ! How do you know about that? ! AND WHO SAYS IT'S GOING TO FAIL? !"
Anko snickered. "You live in a village full of ninja, and you're wondering how we know?"
"Twenty thousand on the walk home!" A pink haired kunochi ran up to the bar.
"Mou, Sakura-chan!" Naruto whined. The whole bar was laughing. Naruto blushed furiously. Sakura punched him on the arm, hard.
"I'm betting for you, baka!" She smiled smugly as Naruto rubbed his arm. "You're going to be so hot, the minute you try to touch her, she won't be able to take it."
"Thanks, I guess."
"My place, six," she commanded sternly. "And expect homicide if you are late." Naruto winced. Kakashi chuckled.
"Where were you, Kakashi? You left all that work for me." Naruto attempted to steer the conversation away from his date with Hinata. Kakashi smiled enigmatically.
"I was playing with the dolphins."
Naruto rolled his eyes. "Yeah, right. You ready to get back to work?" Kakashi stood slowly, following Naruto's goosestep out the door. Only Anko noticed the slight limp that wasn't there before.
O*O*O*O*O*
A knock at the door roused Hinata from her thoughts. She shook her head, trying to loosen ideas from her mind, both good and bad, about the date tonight. She trudged to the genkan, smacking her forehead. The second she undid the bolt, the door was busted almost off its hinges.
"SURPRISE!" Ino popped in, throwing her arms out wide. Kiba strutted in right after her. They were both grinning widely in a way that gave Hinata an ominous feeling. "What are you doing, girl? ! It's already six!" Hinata blinked blankly.
"What? What are you doing here?"
Ino frowned, sighing heavily. "Why aren't you primping? Hair? Make up? What are you wearing?"
"I-I-" Hinata realized she was right. Ino caught on to this right away.
"I thought so. KIBA! Where's Hinata's make up? !" Kiba saluted, secretly giving Ino the finger as he disappeared into the bathroom. Ino shoved a bundle of clothes into Hinata's arms. "Clothes, on. Then hair and make up." Hinata separated the clothes out on the table, putting together the outfit. "On!" Ino unzipped the hoodie she always wore and pulled it off.
"Wha- but, Ino-chan, Kiba-kun is right there!" Hinata squirmed, but Ino was dangerously strong, ripping the clothes off of her as if she was a recalcitrant toddler. Before Kiba came back with a small make up bag, Ino had pulled the top over her head and was adjusting the collar. "Ino-chan, this is too big, the shoulders won't stay up."
"They aren't supposed to," Ino said complacently, buckling a belt around the cream sweater dress she had wormed Hinata into. Hinata blushed.
"My camisole is showing!"
"Sorry, I didn't have a strapless bra you could borrow." Ino eyed her work approvingly. Under the mid-thigh sweater dress, Ino had put Hinata in black leggings, with a purple belt to emphasize Hinata's waist. The straps of her black cami were showing, but it looked like part of the style. Kiba grinned.
"Sexeh mama!" Hinata blushed harder, too embarrassed to speak.
"Let's get that hair done, you sexy bitch." Ino dragged a stunned Hinata into a chair, whipping out hair supplies. "You are never going to forget this night."
O*O*O*O*O*
"It's too tight."
"Shut up, dobe."
"I feel like a penguin." Naruto pulled at the tie Sasuke had knotted around his neck.
"I said shut up." Sasuke eyed him critically. Naruto shuffled his feet, uncomfortable in the new clothes. As soon as work was over, Naruto had hauled ass to the Uchiha house, where Sasuke was waiting with a black suit and an orange tie. Sasuke made an annoyed "tch" between his teeth, flicking a piece of blond hair. "When was the last time you had a haircut, dobe?" Naruto pouted, dodging back. "Thought so. Loosen the tie."
"Thank God," Naruto muttered, pulling the knot down and undoing the first button. Sasuke went into the master bath, coming back with a towel, a comb, a spray bottle, and a pair of gleaming shears. "You cut hair? That's so gay- WHAT THE-?" Naruto jumped as Sasuke threw the towel around his neck. "It's damp!"
"Catches the hair better. Sit," Sasuke commanded, pulling up the dressing table seat with his foot. Naruto huffed, but flopped dejectedly on the stool. He winced as Sasuke grabbed the top of his head, forcing him to look at the floor. "Hold still, dobe. Us gay men can get a little free with our scissors. Unless Hinata likes the Van Gogh look."
"…..Who's Van Goat?" Sasuke snorted a little, spraying down Naruto's blond locks.
"You really are a dobe."
"Teme," Naruto growled. Sasuke started at the nape of Naruto's neck, lifting sections of hair and clipping. "Teme, how do you know how to cut hair?"
There was a pause before Sasuke said shortly, "I've been cutting my own hair for a long time." Naruto grunted. Sasuke moved up, ruffling the cut strands from Naruto's hair. He cut carefully in predetermined strokes, razoring spikes into the blond hair. Sasuke came around to work on the front. "Naruto, listen to me." Naruto, who had previously been fuming from being called an idiot again, snapped to attention. Sasuke didn't often use his first name, saying it only when he had something damned important to talk about. "I was the one who came up with making you ask Hinata out tonight." Naruto frowned, confused. Sasuke didn't make eye contact, watching his work. "Hinata is the heir to a very wealthy and powerful clan. Normally, she would marry around this age and become the new head. But her father despairs of her shinobi skills."
"But-"
"Naruto, listen." Naruto shut his mouth forcibly, choking back angry words in Hinata's defense. "At this point, she is just a bargaining chip. Hiashi wants to use her to make an alliance and then appoint Hanabi as his heir apparent. Hinata will be forced to marry and become a breeder."
Naruto couldn't hold it back. Furious, he shouted, "You mean some guy is going to make her-? !"
"Yes." Sasuke crouched, cutting the fringe around Naruto's red face. "He already has a few suitors lined up." Sasuke watched the whisker marks on Naruto's face begin to rise, his blue eyes turning gray, the color warming.
Sasuke finally looked Naruto straight in his changing eyes. "He's away for the night to meet one of these suitors, and that's why you had to date her tonight." Naruto blinked, his rage visibly melting away. "If you want her, you have to make that clear tonight, before she enters a contract. Hinata was taught to do her duty to her clan, with no mind of what she wants. You need to convince her that there's more to life than your last name." Sasuke took the towel off Naruto, brushing his shocked face with it. He pointed to the mirror, standing up. Naruto looked at himself and automatically tightened his tie. Now that he wasn't so scruffy, he looked better with the tie on properly. "Remember, open doors, pay the bill, offer your coat to her, walk her home, say 'thank you', and try not to be a complete dobe."
Naruto snarled. "I don't get how you got Sakura; you're a total teme."
Sasuke clapped him on the shoulder with a small amount of difficulty, as Naruto was four inches taller than him. "Women love gay guys." Once more, Sasuke surveyed Naruto in the mirror. Naruto shrugged the blazer on, fussing with the lapels.
"Seriously though, Sasuke, why do you care?" Sasuke arched an eyebrow. Naruto watched his face in the mirror as the raven put his hands in his pockets, his expression pensive. "You tipped me off about Hinata's dad, got me a suit and made me ask her out. This is more than blowjobs."
"Naruto, I probably know you better than anyone else, and vice versa. We're practically brothers. And brothers look out for each other." Naruto smiled, showing his agreement. Sasuke's otherwise flat lips twitched upwards.
A knock at the door halted the moment. "Naruto-kun, it's six forty five. I will NOT have you late!" Naruto cringed at Sakura's harsh tone.
"How do you survive this?" he whispered in a panicked voice.
"She gets angry, she cries, then she's ravenously horny," Sasuke said point blank. "Dodge thrown objects, hold her, then get your brains fucked out. It's worth it." He shrugged.
"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that," Sakura hissed, slamming the door open. "Until Naruto leaves." Naruto squeezed past the steaming Sakura, giving his best friend a scared look. Sasuke winked, motioning for him to leave. As Naruto escaped, he heard shouting and glass breaking.
He shuddered. Pregnant girls were scary, or at least Sakura was. He mused on whether it was really worth it. What about pregnancy was appealing? Sasuke-teme said they were aroused twenty-four/seven, and would orgasm at the drop of a hat. And even Naruto noticed the glow that pregnant women had. Their skin was soft and smooth, their hair got longer and thicker, and they put on some gorgeous curves. This time around, Sakura had those curves. Her first pregnancy made her retain water. It was obvious what had happened a few weeks after Sasuke and Sakura started sleeping together. She was pregnant all over.
Then, of course, there's the baby aspect. On the day Tenmaki was born, Sasuke held her possessively and grinned like a fool for hours. He barely left Sakura's side, telling her how beautiful she was and how perfect his daughter was.
A thought occurred to Naruto, and he felt his face flush with guilty pleasure. He thought of if he had gotten Hinata pregnant. Not the "making baby" part, but of the pregnancy itself. Finding out she would be having his baby, watching his baby grow inside her, comforting her and protecting her as his child was born, and holding his child for the first time. He didn't understand it, but somehow he knew that that was what he wanted most in the world; to be with the woman he loved and have lots of children. He glowed with the feeling a deep sense of joy filling him as he imagined how stunning Hinata would be pregnant, not all bitchy and moody like Sakura. She would be sweet and calm, most definitely NOT working. Naruto would take care of her and pamper her with beautiful things so all that happy would somehow soak into their baby's brain.
Their baby. Their baby. Naruto tried to shake it off. Must be catching that baby fever thingy Sakura was talking about. After Sakura's first child, lots of other women started having babies. Sakura said that by hanging out around a pregnant couple or one that has a newborn makes the hormones go crazy, and people start really wanting to get knocked up.
Naruto couldn't believe he was thinking about having a baby with Hinata right now. I haven't even taken her on a date yet! And I'm not going to be dumb like the teme and get her Eggo Prego before we get married. He blushed harder. Now I'm thinking about marrying her? ! Naruto slapped his forehead repeatedly. SHUT UP! Nothing is going to happen if I don't get through this date, and I'm not marrying anybody until- He stopped dead, his mind going blank.
He was there.
His mouth was too dry for speech, but inside, all he could hear was FUUUUUU-!
Another rage face for Naruto. EEEEE! I'm so excited! Please review!