I'm updating this thing again. I have things written. Things are coming along.


Hinata didn't bother with attempting to recollect herself into the group. Her home was a fifteen-minute walk away if the worst were to happen. She was glad to have this class scheduled last in her school day.

The main reason she didn't bother was because she didn't know her way out. She found a washroom instead and hoped for a member of the council to enter instead. Her plan, albeit complicated for the socially inept went a bit like this:

1. Complement hair

2. Ask for a way out

Actually, it seemed to be a whole lot simpler than she had expected. After ten minutes of waiting, the absence of other human beings entering deterred her from the initial plan. So she formed another plan:

Run (walk) like hell.

She opened the door carefully, hearing the chattering of the protestors now still like the waters of a pond. They crowded a doorway and Hinata hoped to creep out the other way, taking into consideration Kakashi's advice to avoid the gazes.

"Hey pretty lady!" A voice called.

Hinata jumped, her skin crawled with goosebumps.

"No…" She murmured. She heard about the strange things men do in crowds. Especially angry energetic crowds... Groping...

Upon realising how badly the joke turned out, Naruto pulled his act together, "Hinata I'm kidding!" She turned around gasping. As if the miniature heart attack hadn't been enough.

"Naruto… Are you lost as well?"

"Nah, I know this place like the back of my hand, Guy told me to find you." Naruto smiled. Hinata frowned, she didn't want to go back. Her plans unfurled and squandered. She wanted to go home, this place was probably the most inappropriate to get comfortable with Naruto anyway. Not only that, the protestors could probably take him hostage if any of them were crazy enough.

Naruto saw the disappointment in her expression, he got closer and softly said, "Do you want to go back?"

The Hinata revelled in a little dream. She was close to becoming a puddle of jelly. Her cheeks went three shades redder than Hell.

If that made any sense.

"Umm… No, I'd rather-"

"Naruto! Don't let yourself be seduced by the Goddess!" Suddenly a flash of bright yellow stood between the two.

The moment was completely ruined.

Was Minato completely sane?


Dads tend to be giant cockblocks. Perhaps you guys have embarrassing Dad stories. I know I do. If ya'll want to share them, that would be great (for future drabbles because ideas are runnin' dry).

Next update: Soon, I have three already written out.