As requested by MoonGoddess00-

Here is your OC/Naruto Story.

The rest of my darling little savages, R&R and let me know how I'm doing.

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Morning came swiftly for the young Kage and his advisor as they drank and attempted to talk and plan about what to do next about the civilian girl right before Shikamaru passed out cold in mid sentence.

Disgruntled by the fact that he would have to call it a night and take his friend home so that he could grab some sleep before noon came and he had to return to work.

Especially since Shika would likely be chewed out by Temari for showing back up at home stinking ass drunk as well as passed out. At least until she decided to not-so-mercifully kick his ass out of bed so that she could lecture him on the wonderfully shining example he was setting for their young son before she chased him out of the house.

Paying their tab, Naruto tossed back his last drink and then slowly stood up and gathered his white and orange silk robe that he had taken off at some point during the night due to his body temperature spiking thanks to the alcohol he'd consumed.

Picking it up, he stared at it for a moment thinking of how long he'd wanted to wear the damn thing only to realize just how much he was coming to hate it. And it wasn't the responsibility that he hated, or the cursed paper work he did so damn often. Although he would still swear up and down if asked- that both Tsunade and Kakashi had hexed him when they had both stepped down as Kage.

No- he didn't mind those. Nor did he mind being the leaf village's hero or it's leader. He loved those things, though it often made navigating the world of politics troublesome.

Why at his last summit meeting with the other Kage's, the old cooks (barring Gaara, of course) had demanded that he marry a maiden from each of their villages. To which he had replied, no, upon realizing that the jerks were after an offspring of his in a vain attempt at a power play.

Which had started a little bit of a thing; anyways long story short, Gaara had wound up defending him while Shikamaru had hauled him out of the meeting like his damn pants were on fire.

Come to think of it, Gaara would be coming in another month or so to visit... And he still sort of owed him for his help. Maybe he could figure out something to repay his brother in the time he had- as long as he asked Temari for help when the time came.

No- what he absolutely hated about being Hokage, had more to do with the darker aspects of everything. Crimes, mostly that he didn't know were happening. Like what had happened to Yuki? The thought came unbidden but it was still fresh enough in his mind to upset him all over again, liquor be damned.

He had thought some of the things he'd been through as a child had been bad...but, god had he been wrong. So- So very wrong. He shivered as everything replayed in his mind from beginning to end and felt the razor sharp claws of panic sinking into him. Grabbing on tightly with a death-like grip.

Yuki... She was scared. She was even reliving everything done to her at that moment. He didn't know how he knew, but he did. He could almost taste her terror on his tongue. Could almost smell it as if he were standing right next to her. Her mind was still foggy from the drugs in her system, but she was fighting it.

God, she was fighting it. Trying to surface and wake when she should have stayed under in a dreamless sleep.

Grabbing Shikamaru he tossed the man over his shoulder and then used his father's flash step technique to get to the hospital where he tossed Shikamaru on the nearest unoccupied gurney and walked on- uncaring that several nurses had found Shika and were currently screaming and carrying on because they thought he was injured or worse.

His mind blocked out all noise, all scents, every presence within the hospital as he silently moved to Yuki's room and opened the door. His azure blue eyes glowing a soft neon as he took in the young woman's appearance with slight shock.

He knew that he had seen her before now since he had been visiting her everyday thus far, but he had never really noticed before just how pretty she was. Despite what Yuki had been put through, it didn't change her haunting beauty. If anything it made her even more lovely.

Knowing just what she could take and what could break her- made her- for lack of a better word, appealing to him. But that wasn't all about her that he found appealing about her.

Since the last time he'd visited Ino must have come by with some of the beauty products she often shared with Sakura. Yuki's skin had been cleaned of all the blood, dirt and grime that had caked her skin so that he could now see the soft ivory color of her flesh which he could faintly smell the scent of lilies wafting from.

Likely from Ino's favorite lily scented lotion.

Stepping into the room, he gently shut the door behind him and slowly, warily, moved to the side of the bed so that he could see her more closely.

Her long dark hair had been washed, cut, trimmed, and thoroughly brushed. He noted with a slight frown, unsure or not of whether or not he disliked that fact. In the video he'd seen, her hair had been nearly waist length jet black tresses. And now- now her hair looked like it had been cut and trimmed and styled to make it look like Kurenai's old hair style.

The length reduced to barely mid back and rested in gentle silken waves and curls around her face, neck and shoulders. Giving her a come hither look that made Naruto want very badly to mess with just to see if it would change how she appeared to him. God knew that his fingers were already twitching, his palms itching- maybe it would help to mess up her new look.

He thought to himself as he brought a hand up to tousle her hair but then stopped just shy of actually touching her. Thinking that it might only make things worse for the both of them.

Him for finding her appealing when he shouldn't.

And her for currently struggling to come out of her drug induced coma- Oh yeah, for a second there he'd forgotten that he could sense her fear. Deciding that as long as he kept his touch light and in an non threatening way- that maybe he'd be able to sooth her enough to help her slip back into unconsciousness before she did some serious damage to herself.

Leaning over her, he placed one hand on the bed beside her slender shoulder and began to speak to her softly. Telling her his name and that she had been found. She was safe.

He felt a brief moment of confusion and disbelief before telling her that, he knew she didn't believe him. But that was only because she wasn't awake yet to get to know him. But he would make her safe.

He swore it to her on his life, that the bastard that had hurt her would never, ever touch her again.

He could still sense her confusion, though it lessened. Along with the panic he'd sensed earlier, though it didn't disappear completely.

Sighing, Naruto did the only thing he could think of next. He asked permission to hold her hand, and upon waiting for an impression of an emotional response from her- he then pulled up the chair that he'd been using lately when he visited her, and sat down and got comfortable before taking her small hand in his own and told her to go ahead and go back to sleep.

He'd stay with her for a while. He felt an emotion from her...gratitude maybe. He wasn't sure. All he knew as he settled back in his chair was the odd feeling of a slight pressure coming from his hand. Only to realize that she had just squeezed it.