Tales of Two Ninjas
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One-shot 8
Gangster AU
Summary: This world is an endless cycle of destruction, no matter how hard you try to stop it and sometimes the innocent get involved in the crossfire.
Pairing: Naruto & Hinata
Rating: M
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No one messes with his family.
Correction.
No one messes with their family.
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"Boruto, pick up your toys!" Naruto shouted as he tiptoed over the various items scattered throughout the hallway. His young son came running in, jumping past his toys and rammed into his fathers feet.
"Gotchu, daddy!" he exclaimed, wrapping his little arms and legs around his fathers calf.
Naruto laughed. "Oh no! How am I to walk now?" Boruto buried his face into his pant leg and giggled. Naruto shuffled around a little bit before the child lost his grip and fell to the ground with a plop. Naruto smirked at his son and pointed at the toys. Boruto gave him an oh-so-innocent smile before gathering up his playthings.
Naruto watched his son for a few seconds before continuing down the grand hallway until he reached the nursery. The walls were decorated with countless photographs. The smiling faces of his friends and families blessed the house he lived in. The door was already open and he leaned against the frame, taking in the view with a tender smile. Hinata was rocking their newborn daughter in her arms, whispering tender words into her ear. She kissed Himawari on the forehead before gently settling her into her crib.
"Is anything wrong, Naruto?" Hinata asked quietly before turning to face him.
He smiled. No matter how quiet he thought he was, she always had a knack for sensing his presence. He approached her, enveloping her in his arms, her body molding seamlessly against his, tucking her head beneath his chin.
"No, everything's absolutely perfect," he whispered in her ear, careful not to wake their sleeping baby, while running his hands up and down her arms.
Only close friends and his family got to see this side of Naruto. The real, laughing, smiling, and loving kind. The rest of the underground world, figuratively, only saw him with a gun in his hand, his face set in a grim line. He couldn't show rival gangs any weaknesses.
Too bad they had learned long ago that Naruto's weakness was his family. Before they had children, his vulnerability was Hinata.
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They had grown up together. Konoha was a large city, littered with different families, all intertwined in a vast underground network. Mobsters, gang members, drug dealers, etc. Several families were publically united. They worked well together, helped each other, and supported one another. In fact, members of other cities would say Konoha had not several gang families, but just one extended one.
Most of the friends he went to school with had family members involved in the secretive businesses that shadowed the world they lived in. As many of the others, he grew up to follow their footsteps. Because of this involvement and interaction between so many children of different gangs, Konoha grew to become more united.
These kids were taught at a very young age how to fight, use a gun, and take what they wanted.
Naruto regrets that he learned of Hinata's affections during a gang war.
It had surprised him because as far as he knew she wasn't involved in the underhanded dealings that many of his family, friends, and acquaintances had to deal with. There were other Hyuga's in her family that dealt with that nonsense. She was innocent, in a sense of the word. That's not to say she was weak. Hell no. Her father made sure she was trained. She learned how to fight at a very young age, perhaps even earlier than he did, simply for the purpose of defending herself. Being the daughter of one of the great mobs came with problems. She was often a target for ransom or to use in ways to threaten the Hyuga clan.
And unfortunately nothing changed after he started to court her.
He doesn't like to admit it but he really only started to actively pursue her affections when she was taken away from him.
Before he confessed his feelings to her (and to himself) he knew he felt something for her he just couldn't place what. He was always fascinated with the underground world as a kid and he wanted to make a difference. He wanted to lead and help Konoha really unite.
She helped him even if they both didn't know.
People say he's good at talking and changing peoples attitudes but she was equally as good at changing his. He really enjoyed talking to her, even back when they were younger and he always thought she was sick because she was always turning red.
His friend Sakura would shake her head and call him an idiot.
Whatever, he was only twelve and the only thing that he knew for a fact was that Hinata was consistently there for him even when he didn't vocally ask for help.
Naruto will always regret not talking to Hinata after she got shot for him.
A menacing gang had declared war on Konoha and he was at the mercy of their leader, sprawled on the ground, injured and weak. The orange haired man held a gun aimed at his head when Hinata of all people came running in.
Hinata.
She wasn't even supposed to be involved with this stupid stuff! She wasn't supposed to be tainted by this!
She wasn't supposed to be standing in-between himself and what could be death.
He struggled. He struggled so hard to get up but he couldn't.
The gang leader was so surprised he let her speak her last words.
Naruto couldn't believe what they were.
"I love you, Naruto."
She fought the best she could, but the other man was just toying with her. She wasn't armed, but he allowed her to try and fight hand to hand. It was only later, much later that Naruto stopped to think about how amazing she fought. She was able to get a hit in.
But it wasn't enough.
The sound of the gun firing rung in his ears, deafening him.
The sight of her blood blinded him.
The rest of that battle was a blur. Selective memory. He only remembered thinking she was dead. Gone. He'd never see her smile again, never see her face go red, never be able to talk to her.
She was gone.
He cried when he later learned she was going to be just fine.
Still he didn't know what those growing feelings meant.
That war with Pein was just the beginning. It only marked the start of a bigger one that took place not much time after Hinata's confession. And once more, Hinata found herself between himself and certain death. Once more she brought him back from the depths of hell.
It was years later that he would be screaming his throat raw, trying to get her back.
There was another kidnap attempt, from some Otsutsuki gang or something. He didn't really care. All he knew was Hinata was upset.
They took her sister and were asking for ransom.
Not money though.
Hinata's hand in marriage.
Like, what the fuck? Really?
Naruto was outraged.
Hinata agreed.
Now, Naruto was really mad.
He had finally come to realize his feelings only to have her leave. But he wouldn't have it. He was going to help save her sister anyway but now he had another incentive as well. (Shh, don't tell anyone, but at first when Hinata walked into the arms of the other man Naruto gave up. He was heart broken. He didn't want to do anything. It was only when his friends talked sense into him when he realized he couldn't let her go that easily. She was too precious to him).
So eventually with the help of a couple of his closest friends, including Hinata (who, at the time, thought they were just helping to deliver her to her new husband) they took out the entire Otsutsuki freaking gang.
Naruto even accidently let slip the fact that he was in love with Hinata.
She was certainly flattered but in her mind she had to save her sister. Even though she loved Naruto since she was a young girl, her sister came first. By marrying this man there would be a sort of union between the Hyuga's and his family.
Naruto had other plans. He beat the shit out of the man asking for ransom (Hinata helped herself once she realized their plan and how much of a chance they actually had at succeeding).
After the battle, Naruto held her precious weight in his arms, savoring it, cherishing it. Her face was close. His heart was beating rapidly, both from the adrenaline of the recent fight, and the fact that he just really wanted to kiss her. Her eyes had fluttered shut in anticipation and he did it.
He kissed her. And it was fucking great.
His friends cheered. Everyone was just waiting for the time Naruto and Hinata got together. It was a bit later, on their way home, that Naruto realized what he had just done to her.
Along with being a target against those who wanted something from the Hyuga's she also became his weakness.
Damn. His family was pretty much dead. Died in a mob war long time ago. He learned he had a godfather, he had a teacher that was like a father to him, and many close friends, but honestly, he didn't have too many people that could be used against him.
Until Hinata came along.
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He had lived in a pretty nice house. Nowhere near as nice as his current one, but it wasn't too bad. He'd see people hidden away in the shadows as he strolled through the city. Watching. Observing. Trying to find a chink in his armor.
He should have known they would have seen him bringing home a woman.
The crack in his shield.
Leverage to be used against him.
She was used to being kidnapped.
The first time was when she was very young. She couldn't fight her way out of that one. Lives were lost. Her uncle was one of them.
But that was long ago. There were many more attempts to get something from the Hyuga but never had Naruto had someone threatened because of him.
There was one time, a few months after they had started dating, when someone had swiped her right from his house. God, was he irate.
To make it even worse the night before he had promised to never leave her side, and she did the same.
He had come home a few days earlier than she expected from some mission (whose details he didn't particularly want to share with her but did eventually, at her insistence).
She was concerned, making him promise he would come back safely. But it was a dangerous one and they both knew it, so the fact that he came home early and (mostly) unharmed, she was ecstatic.
Well, at first she was a bit scared.
He came home in the middle of the night.
She had woken up with a start, feeling a shift in the air. Her hand reached for a gun they had hidden by their bed but he said her name, alleviating her of her worries. She was at his side in an instant, asking if he was okay. He had been gone for over a month and it was the absolute worst.
His right arm was bandaged and she touched it tenderly, frowning.
"What happened?" she asked. He shook his head, his free hand coming up to cup her cheek. "And don't say it was nothing."
Naruto chuckled. "It's not too bad," he said. "You can still see my fox tattoo just fine." She nodded, tracing her finger against the un-bandaged left arm. His upper half was covered in a large tattoo of a fox with nine tails. Normally he would be donning a jacket and before they started dating she'd only get brief glimpses of orange and red marked on his skin. The first time she saw his chest completely bare he was nervous. He wasn't sure what she would think. Her skin was practically untarnished.
But she loved it.
He had named it Kurama, more for fun than anything else. He also had strange birthmarks on his face, three lines across each cheek. Those he couldn't really hide and he was teased quite often as a kid but she made it her duty to compliment him and kiss those whiskers whenever she could.
He allowed her to examine his body, checking for any injuries he didn't tell her about. She removed his coat, then his shirt, running her fingers lightly down his skin, just barely brushing against him. His muscles tightened under her touch as she skimmed the top of his pants.
He could feel her breath on his neck as she placed butterfly kisses up his jaw.
"I missed you," she whispered in his ear as her hand worked on unbuckling his belt.
"Hinata-" he made to grab her but she playfully slapped his hand away.
"No, let me," she said, her face graced with the lightest pink.
Normally he would take charge. She was always quite passive and her shy personality sometimes found its way into their bed, not that he minded. He actually enjoyed the sense of masculinity he felt, and the alpha male persona he donned while making love to her. The fact that he was the only one able to touch her like that, able to make her eyes light up, her skin glisten with sweat, her body tense. That his name was the only name she'd gasp in his ears.
But sometimes she'd surprise him.
Hinata didn't know what lay under those bandages or all the work he must have done those days he was gone but she didn't want Naruto to have to exert any more effort than he had to.
He wanted to though, but he let her do as she pleased for now.
The kisses they shared were soft and tender but by no means lacking passion. Her light touches were enough to make his blood boil and skin tingle in anticipation.
His pants dropped to the floor and she quietly asked him to step out of them. He did, almost eagerly.
She leaned against him, her breasts (still covered in the pretty little nightdress he was cursing at the moment) pressing against his hard chest. She tiptoed and kissed him once more, diverting his attention from the cold air that nipped at his bare legs.
Her tongue did its job well. He almost jumped when he felt her small hand wrap around the front of his boxer briefs, teasing him.
"Hinata…" he groaned her name, his head lolling back as she worked off the last remaining article of clothing from his body.
She said nothing, instead kissing a trail down from his mouth to his chest, her fingers working wonders down below. For a while she simply pumped with one hand, the other grazing against his skin, her mouth everywhere but on his own.
Then she continued on her path, kissing his stomach, past his bellybutton, before lightly kissing the tip of his cock.
"Fu-uck-" Naruto gasped as his girlfriend crouched down, her mouth enclosed around him. "Hina-"
He couldn't think straight. He could only feel pleasure and his only thought was that his quiet, loving Hinata was doing this to him. His hips bucked instinctively as her hands continued to move against him. He looked down, wanted to ingrain this image into his mind forever but as his hand moved on its own to press her head further down onto him he forced himself to stop.
Sure he hadn't seen Hinata in so long but she hadn't seen him either.
He forced himself away from her and she gasped, releasing him with a pop, surprised at the sudden movement.
"Naruto?" she asked, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes.
He stood above her, his shoulders looking broader than ever, his fox tattoo menacing. "Hinata, go to the bed," he ordered.
Hinata felt her blood burn at his sudden change in demeanor. His voice was deep, his eyes dark. Her body quivered as she followed his instructions. When she turned to face him he hooked his arms around the back of her knees, pulling her close. Her back hit the bed and he roughly pushed up her nightdress, bunching it up at her waist.
It was when he slipped off her simple underwear did she put together what he meant to do.
"Na-naruto," she stuttered, leaning up enough to push his head away from between her legs. He looked at her, head cocked to the side. She blushed at his stare. "I wanted to pleasure you tonight."
He smiled at her, moving closer to kiss her. "That's no fair," he said, his voice husky, his finger working against her. Her breath hitched and she tried to keep her mind from clouding, her eyes half lidded in ecstasy.
He kept this up for a while, sawing in and out of her, watching her expressions change. It was when he started to prod at her with another finger did she gasp and push him away just the slightest.
She stared into his eyes, her own glazed with lust. "Okay," she said, grabbing at the hem of her nightdress and pulling it off completely. His eyes traced the blush that covered her body, his head moving on its own to close his mouth over her naked breasts.
But she stopped him, one hand cupping his cheek.
He almost whined. He didn't understand why she wasn't letting him touch her the way he knew she liked.
"I…I don't want to wait, Naruto," she whispered, her face red.
His look of surprise changed to a teasing smirk. "Is that right?" he asked, pushing her down into the bed once more as he hooked her legs around him, his knees sinking into the mattress. "I might not be able to last long tonight," he said with a chuckle. "Not after what you were doing before."
She blushed, running her fingers along his abdomen. "That's okay," she said. "Right now I just want to feel you." He could sense a hint of something like worry in her voice. She saw his questioning look and averted her gaze, pressing her cheek into the pillow. "I'm glad you came back mostly unharmed," she said. "But…"
So she was troubled. He knew she would be. She knew his "missions" were fraught with danger and violence.
"If you're worried about my arm," he said, leaning forward to caress her face. "Even if the entire thing blew up, I'd find my way back to you. I'm never leaving your side."
She looked at him, her eyes fierce. "Don't say something like that," she said. "Do you know how-" she sighed. "I never want to leave your side either so…" she trailed off. "Take me with you next time."
Naruto frowned. "No." He was firm. From his tone she could tell this was a conversation he did not want to have, and she had tried convincing him plenty of times before.
She unhooked her legs from his waist and allowed them to fall lazily against the blankets. "Why not?" she asked. "I can fight. I'm good at negotiating. I could be a helpful asset."
"Damn it, Hinata!" he exclaimed, pressing his body flat against hers, his face centimeters away from her. Contrary to his outburst, his face was masked with emotion and she trembled from the intensity of it. "I'm not going to let you walk into trouble like that. If you think I'd let you get hurt-"
"I don't think that, I just-"
"You know the things that go on during these missions," he continued. "People don't always come back-"
"Then how is it fair that you go?"
He stared at her, his heart thumping rapidly in his chest. He clenched his teeth and shut his eyes. Ignoring that question he continued. "Hinata…my worst fear is someone taking you away from me," he said, his voice barely a whisper.
She closed the little distance between them and kissed him tenderly. "Mine is someone taking you from me."
He buried his face in her neck and she clung to him, running her fingers along his back.
Finally he looked back up at her. "These other men…those monsters…they can do a lot worse than kill you," he said, his voice shaking. She swallowed and froze at his heated look. His eyes were angry, but not at her, at the thought of these enemy gang members touching…hurting what was his. "So tell me, Hinata…what's your second worst fear right now?"
She exhaled slowly and moved her legs up to his waist again. He moved on an instinct, sitting up slightly and grabbing at her hips. She reached down; her eyes still trained on his, and wrapped her fingers around his member once more. She noticed the muscles around his stomach tense and his jaw twitch. After pumping a few times she prodded at her opening below, raising her hips so just his tip slipped inside of her. They both closed their eyes and hissed sharply.
Naruto grabbed her hand and pressed it above her head, his eyes drilling into hers once more.
"Tell me, Hinata."
Her hip rose a bit more, her muscles pulsating around some of him, and it took all his self-control to simply not move. To not push their bodies completely together.
"Tell me."
"Someone else touching me like this," she gasped. "Someone other than you…" she couldn't continue. She dropped her hips, separating the two and turned her head into the pillow once more, her free hand covering her face.
"That's why," he said softly, gently prying her hand away so he could see her. She looked at him, her eyes glistening. "I love you too much to bring you into those types of situations." He glowered at the thought. He knew this conversation wasn't quite over but for now it was. They would find a compromise at a later time.
"I love you," she whispered. She knew the darkness that made its way into his expression was because of some horrible thoughts he probably conjured up. This reunion didn't go quite the way she expected. "I love you so much."
"Hold on to the headboard," he said deeply and she felt a shiver run through her body. She did, moving her arms up behind her head and wrapping her fingers around rails as he sat back up, pulling her towards him again.
Naruto's arms flexed, making it look like the tattooed tails of the fox demon were dancing. His fingers dug into her thighs and he whispered his feelings aloud, so quietly she had to strain to hear but she knew what he felt.
She gasped when he pushed into her, moving quickly, roughly.
Tonight was one of those nights. The nights where he was worried she would leave him. Where he felt as though if he didn't hold on to her tight enough she would slip from his grasp like a dream. A dream that you knew was wonderful but no matter how hard you try to remember it still finds a way to trickle away. He pounded into her, sharing all his doubts and insecurities and she accepted with pleasure, eventually moving her fingers to his back, scratching against his flesh, leaving lines that matched his whiskered cheeks.
He fucked her into oblivion, pressed so tightly against her she thought the ink from his skin would sear into her. Every cell in her body felt like they were being set ablaze, the heat warming her heart. She loved him with ever fiber of her being and he did the same, whispering words of love in-between breathily gasps of her name.
They were on fire and neither wanted to extinguish the flames.
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He had kissed her goodbye, resisting the urge to slip back into bed. He had to deal with some things down at the warehouse. She had asked if he wanted breakfast or something. He refused; there was no time to waste.
He wished he stayed.
She got out of that first incident perfectly fine but he still wished he was there so she didn't have to go through it at all.
He came home and the house was in chaos.
Broken windows, and chairs. Blood splattered on the walls. A few corpses with shots in their heads. Thankfully none of them were her. He followed the path. Apparently she was preparing him his favorite lunch when the first stream of people broke into his home. Judging from the dead guy near the kitchen entrance, she had thrown her knife at him, her aim deadly precise. He did feel a bloom of satisfaction.
He tensed, following what he assumed was the path she took.
Threw the pot of hot water at someone…there was now a puddle on the floor. The knife rack sat empty, few embedded into the wall. There were bullet holes where he assumed she stood. Naruto curled his fist. There was blood on the floor but he dared to believe it wasn't hers…not yet.
He continued on to the living room and checked a hidden drawer in his bookshelf. Empty. She had made it to the gun. He allowed himself a small smile. Ah, those guys must have been surprised.
A sweet, petite, woman, throwing knives and shooting a deadly firearm? He was sure they weren't quite as prepared as they should have been. He chuckled. Underestimating her.
There were few bodies in the living room, clean bullet wounds in the center of their foreheads. He would be the first to admit that her precision was much more refined than his. He may have been stronger in other ways, but she was clean. She would easily have made a good boss but he liked her better not as one.
The back of the couch was peppered with holes. She must have hid behind it, throwing careful shots back at the intruders.
He frowned. There were drops of blood back here. No doubt she got hit. He hoped it was only a scrape. He followed the drops into their bedroom. The door was already ajar, smashed open, some splinters lay on the ground.
His heart stopped.
There was a small pool of blood on the middle of the bed, the pillows thrown asunder, the table lamp knocked onto the ground. There was certainly a struggle.
He stepped over one last corpse and snatched up a piece of paper lying on the center of the bed.
The more he read the angrier he got.
How dare they threaten Hinata to get to him?
Blood would definitely be shed.
He ignored the demands listed. This was the same group he thought he dealt with the previous mission. Nothing he couldn't handle. They knew who they were dealing with but they had no idea the creature they released. They were threatening the animals mate and he wouldn't allow them to get away with that.
He loaded up his guns, strapped on a knife, and called one of his old teachers, Kakashi. He was known as Konoha's leader. He kept the inner gangs of the city together and organized. Naruto let him know what had happened. By taking Hinata they not only threated Naruto, but they threatened the Hyugas, the Inuzukas, the Aburames, and pretty much anyone else who cared for the woman.
Kakashi ordered him to wait. He would send help.
But, fuck that. Naruto was on his way.
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He arrived at the destination indicated on the letter quickly. He knew he was walking into a trap, that much was obvious but he couldn't bring himself to care. He walked in, back straight, both hands holding guns. He let out shot after shot, hitting the men in the heads, their chests, legs.
It was a bloodbath.
Naruto wasn't going to lie. He was relieved when backup arrived. A couple of his friends including Kiba, his trained dog Akamaru, and Shino arrived just when Naruto thought the other gang members were going to overtake him.
They told him they would handle those thugs and so he ventured on deeper into the hideout in search of Hinata. His jacket was in tatters and he was pretty sure several bullets grazed his skin but he was so pumped full of adrenaline that he hardly felt a thing. His mind was trained on one thing and one thing only.
He had to get Hinata.
And he did.
It took a while, plenty of dead enemies, but he finally found her in a room with one other man. By then Naruto had run out of bullets but he gladly used his fists. His knuckles bled and the other mans red blood soaked his arms, making his tattooed beast look more vicious than ever, as he punched him over and over and over again, yelling out obscenities, cursing him for trying to use Hinata against him.
He felt soft hands on his shoulders and he froze. The man was dead long ago but seeing the red that soaked Hinata's clothes brought him to a cold fury.
"Naruto…" she said softly, pulling him away from the corpse.
He turned slowly, running his eyes down her entire form. "What did they do to you?" he asked, wiping his hands on his clothes before bringing them up to cup her cheek.
"Nothing, I'm okay," she said, checking his injuries. "You're hurt."
"So are you."
She smiled tenderly. "I'm okay."
"There was blood all over the bed," he croaked out, his eyes shimmering.
Hinata raised her eyebrows. "Oh, that's where they cut me on my shoulder," she said, pulling down the edge of her jacket. "It's not deep."
He fingered the holes in her coat. "They shot you?"
"Just grazed," she said. "Like you."
Naruto swallowed. "I'm sorry," he said, dropping his forehead into the crook of her shoulder. "I'm so sorry-"
"Why are you sorry?" she asked, wrapping her arms around him comfortingly.
"They took you to get back at me," he said, grabbing her waist tightly. "You could have died."
"They wanted me alive," she whispered. "It wasn't just luck that their shots missed."
"Could have been skill," he chuckled, pulling her tight. He inhaled deeply. "Doesn't change the fact you were targeted because of me."
"I'm used to-"
"I don't want you to be used to it," he said, kissing the contour of her jaw. "I-I don't want to be the reason you die…"
"Naruto?"
"Maybe you'd be safer without me."
There was silence between the two.
She pushed him away.
"How could you say something like that?" she whispered angrily. Just last night they had told each other they wanted to be by each other's side forever.
"Hinata, you know the life I lead-"
"I was raised in that type of life," she said, staring up into his eyes. "I know perfectly well what…who I was getting myself involved with."
"Hinata-"
"You can't help who you love, Naruto," she continued. "And I'd more than willingly die for you-"
"Don't say that."
"I mean it," she said. "I'd die-"
He grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her to his chest, shutting her up by covering her lips with his. The kiss was desperate and fierce. Fear of almost losing her fueled the fire that ignited between the two.
They broke apart breathing heavily. "Fine," he said, biting her lip. "Fine, if you're so willing to lay down your life for me guess I'll have to stick around to protect you."
"You'll have to, huh?" she teased, laying her head against his chest.
He sighed, pretending this took a lot of effort. "Yeah, I guess I just have to spend the rest of my life with you."
She blushed and they only broke apart when their friends came streaming into the room, guns raised and ready to help them if they needed it.
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It wasn't too long after that incident did Naruto officially ask Hinata to be his wife. And it certainly wasn't long after that did they have Boruto. And then Himawari.
The years went by fast.
Himawari ran around her legs as Hinata tried to prepare dinner. She remembered years ago when the little girl was only just a baby and could hardly move on her own. One of the first times she had to breastfeed their child, Naruto watched curiously, his mouth a small circle, his eyes wide. He had chuckled to himself saying papa liked to play with them too. She had blushed and smacked him away. Now Himawari was grown. She was laughing, yelling, and talking just as fast as her older brother.
Boruto was out in the backyard playing with a toy gun.
Hinata shook her head as she watched her son through the window in the kitchen. Their kids didn't really know the dark antics that their father and Hinata's family were involved in. It was definitely no secret that gangs ran rampant in Konoha though, but the Uzumaki children didn't yet know the rank that their father stood on, and in turn, themselves.
As soon as Boruto was born there were several attempts at kidnapping him. The would be captors were looking forward to gaining a large sum of ransom money but both Naruto and Hinata did their best protecting their first child. But after those few attempts Hinata was wary about bringing another child into their world. It took a bit of self-convincing but her love for Boruto was uncontainable and having another child with Naruto was a beautiful thought that continually prodded at her mind.
The animosity between gangs seemed to die down for a while after Himawari was born. Naruto, along with some of his friends and acquaintances, had long ago started to take out most of the gangs that threatened Konoha. He had more to protect than he ever had before with their growing family.
So for a while it was quiet.
That morning Naruto had kissed his wife good bye like he normally did, ruffling his children's hair and promising them he'd be back as soon as he could. But his job was a tough one. He normally wouldn't return home until the dead of the night because, well, he fought the shadows and when better to attack than sundown?
"Say goodbye to your father," Hinata said, waving from the doorway.
Boruto crossed his eight-year-old little arms but Naruto heard a quiet farewell from the kid.
Himawari's was less concealed. The child jumped onto his leg, reminding him of the times Boruto would do the same, exclaiming dramatically that she would miss him and think about him every hour of the day.
"Only every hour?" Naruto teased, prying her off gently and placing her in her mothers arm.
"Yeah," she nodded furiously. "Every hour except snack time."
Naruto laughed at that, kissing her on the nose. He waved to his family from the car before heading down the long driveway off to work.
That morning he didn't expect that would be the last time he would see his kids before he had to fight to get them back.
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"Boruto, what do you think about watching a movie tonight?" Hinata asked her son as she wiped the counter.
Boruto looked up at her from the island in the kitchen. "But it's almost time for bed."
Hinata laughed lightly as she leaned over the sink to shut and lock the window. She waved at one of their patrollers on the ground off in the distance before tugging the blinds shut.
"Mm, but it's also a Friday," she said. "And mom has nothing to do." She turned to face him and sighed deeply. "Well, if you don't want to spend time with your mother…"
"No, I do!" Boruto yelped, slipping off his seat and scrambling across the kitchen tiles. "Wait, I'll go get Hima!"
Hinata smiled as she heard her son yelling Himawari's name as he ran through the halls. After her kidnap those years ago Naruto had decided it was time to invest in another house. It was much too big for two people but he had grinned, asking her if they wanted to fill up the rest of the space with their kids. She had blushed but bantered back, telling him they would have to or else the place would feel awfully lonely.
Hinata continued her rounds around the house, locking doors, shutting windows, and she heard Himawari's delightful laugh from somewhere upstairs as her brother told her the good news. She looked forward to these quiet nights that she spent curled up in her large bed with her too kids snuggled against her, watching some heartwarming animated film.
The last thing she did before climbing up the stairs was check to make sure the security alarm was set. Naruto was taking no chances after that incident. He had hired a few guards (even the Hyuga's insisted he do so) and installed an alarm that would send an alert to his phone as well as contact the police if it went off.
But just as they finished off their bowl of popcorn and became engrossed in the movie all the lights flickered off.
"Mommy?" Himawari gasped, clutching at Hinata's arm.
Hinata pursed her lips. She was concerned but this could easily be a power outage. Nothing strange had to have been the cause.
"Himawari, honey," Hinata said softly, picking her up and placing her next to Boruto. "Stay with your brother, okay?"
"It's so dark, mom," Boruto said, his voice unusually muted.
Hinata navigated easily through her room and peeked through the blinds. The moon was shining bright today and illuminated the flowery grounds below. All seemed well. She pulled at the cords and allowed the moonlight to stream inside, lighting up her children's scared faces.
She walked back over to them after quickly rummaging in one of the dresser drawers. She had slipped a small, cold, metal revolver into her hand, hiding it from her children, just in case. In the other she held a flashlight.
"Here, Hima," Hinata said, handing her young daughter the source of light. "You're going to be our sunshine right now," she said, tickling the girl.
"What about me, mom?" Boruto asked, holding on tightly to Himawari's hand as she cheerfully waved the beam of light around, watching the shadows dance.
"You're going to protect your little sister, aren't you?" Hinata asked, placing a hand on her hip, careful to keep the gun out of view.
"Oh yeah!" Boruto exclaimed, standing up on the bed. "And I'll protect you too mom!"
Hinata laughed. "I knew you would," she said, poking him in the belly.
She let her children play with the flashlight, creating funny animals on the wall. Hinata grabbed her cell phone from the nightstand and thought about calling Naruto. She didn't want to bother him with something as small as a power outage. The main guard on duty didn't alert them and the security alarm was quiet as well…
She huffed and pressed a few buttons. She'd call the man on duty right now. It wouldn't hurt, would it? Maybe someone could see if they could get the lights working.
She waited for the ringing to start but it didn't.
Hinata swallowed, her throat feeling tight.
Pulling the phone away from the ear she looked at the bright screen, biting her lip. Her eyes glanced over to her laughing children before she looked back down, shifting the screen to her recent calls.
Naruto.
She put the phone back up to her ear and tapped her feet.
"Please pick up, please pick up," she whispered, tapping the weapon against her thigh.
Again no rings. No signal.
Hinata brought the phone down, her hand shaking slightly now. This had never happened before. Something was wrong.
She looked at her children. They were playing in the dark, unaware of the horrors that could be hiding in it, innocent in ways only kids could be.
"Boruto, Himawari," she said, feigning a smile. "Wait here, okay? I'll be back."
"Where ya goin'?" Boruto asked, plopping down onto the bed, looking at her curiously as his sister made shadows on the walls.
"I just have to check something," she said.
"When's daddy comin' home?" Himawari piped up, her expression sad.
Oh no, the short burst of joy the flashlight provided was started to disappear.
"He'll be home soon, honey," Hinata said, with a nod. She had to believe that. "Soon."
She turned and left the room, the darkness swallowing her. The little illumination provided by the flashlight in her bedroom did absolutely nothing for her out here. She turned on the flashlight on her camera, lighting up the grand hallway.
The pictures hanging on the wall had never looked this creepy. The chandeliers on the ceiling never that unnerving.
She just had to get to one of the landlines…if those didn't work…
She shivered.
How is it she didn't hear anything going on outside? No commotion. The alarm didn't go off.
It could be just a power outage, she repeated in her head.
But the goosebumps on her arms were telling her otherwise.
The walk down the hallway felt never-ending but she saw it. The phone sitting on the small table near the stairs.
She picked up the receiver, praying she'd hear the dial tone.
Silence.
Her heart thudded in her ears as she turned off the phone and turned it back on again. Maybe that would fix it.
She knew it was futile.
The only thing she heard was the faint laughter of her children many rooms away.
She felt cold all over, the light shining from her phone wavered as her hands shook. She put the phone down with a click; doing so directed the light down the stairs, revealing a face.
Hinata gasped, dropping her phone.
If her heart wasn't beating fast before it certainly was now.
Darkness consumed her. Her eyes strained to see. Her phone fell on the side with the camera, dousing the room in black, fear creeping up her neck.
She scrambled to pick up the phone. As soon as she did she pointed the gun down the stairs, holding the phone as steadily as she could above it.
Nothing.
She swallowed, her tongue feeling thick and heavy in her mouth.
Her mouth was so dry but her skin felt clammy.
She waited there for a few seconds, all her senses straining.
She saw nothing and heard nothing.
Wait a minute.
She heard nothing.
Her eyes widened.
"No."
Hinata turned and ran, running on instinct as adrenaline pumped through her veins. Why weren't her kids laughing? Why weren't they laughing?
"Boruto!" she yelled, the bedroom she shared with Naruto coming into view. "Himawari!" she was about to turn and run inside when she realized the door was closed.
And locked.
She knocked hard, banging. Right now the thought that that might scare her children slipped her mind.
She was scared.
"Kids, open the door!" Hinata sobbed, almost in tears. She was trying to keep it together she really was but everything was happening too fast. She just-
"Should we open the door?" a strange voice sounded from inside the room.
Hinata stopped, her fist in the air, her eyes staring unseeingly at the door, her mouth falling open.
"Let me go!" she heard her daughter cry.
"Momma!" Boruto shouted. "Mom-"
"Hima!" Hinata yelled, knocking her fists against the wood, bruising her skin. "Boru!"
"Mommy!" Himawari shouted.
"Let go of my kids you bastard!" Hinata wailed, pressing her forehead against the door. She curled her fingers, scratching at the door, breathing heavily. Her kids continued to call out for her and she felt herself quake.
She could not let this happen.
She took a deep breath and stepped back, aiming her gun at the door handle. With a bang, wood splintered and she pushed the door open, holding up her gun, ready to kill. Her eyes were ablaze as she took in the sight before her.
There were three strangers in the room, two women holding her kids, and one large man looking at her with an evil glint in his eyes.
"Let them go," Hinata said, her voice surprisingly steady despite the dread that coursed through her veins. She trained her gun on the man's her heart, yearning to move closer to her kids. To hold them.
"Mommy-"
"Hush now," the man said, tearing his gaze away from Hinata before running his fingers through Himawari's hair. The girl sniffled, her flashlight on the ground, lighting up the room.
"Himawari, don't worry," Hinata said softly. She met Boruto's eyes. His lower lip was trembling and he struggled against the tight grip the other woman had on him. "Your big brother is with you, isn't he? He'll protect you."
Boruto looked at her with wide eyes before blinking rapidly. "Yea-yeah, Hima," Boruto stuttered. "I'll-"
The man laughed gruffly. "Tell me, Mrs. Uzumaki," he said, smirking. "What do you plan on doing?" Hinata stiffened, her finger moving towards the trigger. "Ah, I wouldn't if I were you," the man said. He revolted her with his slicked back hair, dirty look, and sleazy smile. "How many people in here are holding guns other than you?"
Hinata frowned. "Three."
"Four," he amended.
Hinata furrowed her brows. Four? The two women held guns to her children's heads and the other man held one too. Her heart beat in her chest and she whipped around just as another man sauntered into the room, grinning wildly, aiming a gun at her heart. She felt chills run down her spine. He could have easily been lurking in the hallway she had ventured down before, hidden in the shadows or waiting in one of the empty rooms.
"Four," the man repeated. "Let me lay out all that you can do. You can shoot me, but as soon as you do my people will fire and you'll be dead along with your children." By this point Himawari had tears running down her cheeks and Boruto was starting to shake. "Another option is to shoot one of these lovely women, but once you do the other one will pull the trigger. Which child are you willing to sacrifice?"
"Shut up," Hinata said, her hand starting to shake. "Shut up."
"Or you can shoot the man behind you in an attempt to save your own life with the cost of your kids," he continued, picking at his nails.
"Why are you doing this?" she asked desperately. She knew she was in a bind and she didn't know how she was going to get out with her children unharmed.
The man looked up, all his impishness replaced with anger.
"Why am I doing this?" he snarled. "Your husband and the rest of Konoha slaughtered so many of my people to create a safer world for your children. They do the same things we do and yet-"
"No, you're wrong," Hinata said slowly. "They may do some underhanded things but…but at least they don't purposefully threaten and kill the innocent. They don't assault and rape. They're trying to clean up-"
"Bullshit," the man barked. "You're ignorant if you believe that."
Even so, Hinata didn't care. Right now she just wanted Boruto and Himawari to be safe.
"So here's what's going to happen," the man said, sauntering over to Himawari. The little girl whimpered, trying to move away but the women beside her held on tight.
"Don't touch her," Hinata said, taking a threatening step forward.
The man laughed. "What are you going to do? You hardly look intimidating in your tank top and pajama pants." He smirked and ran his eyes across her form. She frowned but held her ground. "So, these lovely ladies of mine will take your kids-"
"They will not-"
"They will if you want them unharmed," the man said bitingly. "I'll cut off one of your little girls fingers one by one in front of you-"
"Mommy!"
"-unless you want to let them go with the ladies?"
Hinata's heart thumped in her chest as she listened to her baby girl wail and her boy start to sob. "I can't just let you take them…" she whispered out, defeated.
"First things first. Drop the gun," the man ordered. Hinata hesitated but he took another step closer to her kids and her fingers released. "Kick it back to the guy behind you." She did. "Good. Now say good bye to your kids-"
"Please, don't do this," Hinata said quietly. "They're just kids. They have nothing to do with-"
Quicker than she thought he could move, the man wove his fingers into Himawari's hair and pulled. The girl shrieked and Hinata moved.
"Stop!" she shouted, grabbed at his hand. He pushed her away roughly and she bumped into the dresser. All she could hear were her kids screaming. "Stop! I'll listen! I'll do what you say!"
He relinquished his grip and ran his hand through the child's hair. "Take them," he ordered to the two women. They nodded and pushed them to the door. The children resisted, raising their hands to Hinata. "Wait in the car, I'll be back soon."
"Mommy!"
Hinata had tears running across her cheeks. There was nothing she could do and she absolutely hated it. "Boruto, watch your sister, okay? Mommy will be there soon."
"I want daddy," Boruto sobbed as they women pushed him further and further away, followed by the other man that had lurked by the door.
Me too, honey. Hinata shut her eyes, her hands curled into fists. "How did you get in?"
"It was easy," the man said. She could feel him approaching her. "You guys probably don't even know who you hired to watch the grounds. It's quite easy to plant your own people. After that cutting the electricity and turning off the alarm was simple."
She turned on him. "Now what?" she asked, anger laced in her voice. "You have my kids. What's the point?"
"The point is to make your husband, Naruto fucking Uzumaki, suffer for all the things he did," the man said, grabbed her face tightly. He squeezed her cheeks, and she pushed him away, knocking him back to the wall. The man chuckled, wiping at his clothes. He swiped a hand through his slicked back hair and gave her a wink. "I have your kids and that'll make Uzumaki mad enough but having his wife would be icing on the cake."
Hinata narrowed her eyes and took a step back. "Don't-"
The man moved towards her quickly and on instinct she brought a foot up and kicked him in the side. He wheezed but retaliated quickly, backhanding her. Her cheek stung but she was easily able to get a few punches in, no doubt bruising his stomach. He grabbed her hand and pulled her to his chest, breathing heavily.
"Stop," he snarled. "Don't forget that the lives of your children are in my hand." Hinata stopped struggling. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed a few buttons, turning on speaking phone.
"Hello?" a feminine voice sounded.
"Put on the kids," the man ordered.
There was a shuffling on the other side and then- "Mom?"
"Boruto!" Hinata gasped. "Boruto, did they hurt you?"
"No, mommy, where are you? They took us to some car-"
"Boru, I'm scared," she heard Himawari sniffled.
"Don't be scared honey," Hinata said. "Mommy will-"
"Mommy will do anything to keep you safe," the man said, grinning maliciously at her.
Hinata felt her throat go dry again as she stared into his eyes. They were a dark brown and his smile was unsettling. "Y-yes," she stuttered, looking away from the man. "Mommy will do anything…"
"Give me some time," the man said into the phone. "We'll be there soon." He stuffed the device back into his pocket and stared down at the woman in his arms once more. "Anything, huh?"
"You're horrible," she said, but her voice was hardly above a whisper.
"I am," he agreed, running a finger across her face. He leaned in to kiss her but she moved her head away. "Bitch," he said, grabbing her wrist tightly and twisting. She inhaled sharply before swinging her other hand down, getting him on the nose. "What the fuck!" he exclaimed. "Do you want to kill your kids?" She still feel the stinging on her cheek from the slap the man gave her. She hated this. He was armed and he had leverage against her. "Go to the bed," he ordered. Hinata flinched.
Those words…
But she did as she was told. The bed was tall because of the drawers underneath it. She remembered briefly at how much Naruto enjoyed it on occasion. Perfect elevation, he would tease.
Perfect elevation, indeed, Hinata though bitterly. The man bent her over, pushing her body into the mattress and pressed her cheek into the blankets. He leaned against her, his hip against her ass and his chest pressed up against her back.
"Don't worry, I'll take you to your kids when we're finished." Hinata was silent as the man moved back again and placed his hands on the curve of her ass. He squeezed and chuckled. "For a mother of two you have quite the body. I can see why Uzumaki is so protective. So unwilling to share."
Hinata curled her fingers into the blankets and hid her face. Maybe if she pretended those hands were Naruto's she'd be able to get through this.
She just wanted a simple movie night with her kids.
She felt his fingers against trail a line against her waist, skimming the edge of her top. He slipped his hands beneath her stomach and the bed and her body shivered involuntarily. His hands felt cold and clammy, quite the opposite of Naruto's warm, comforting ones.
The man pressed his hips against her butt and she felt hardness against her and she cringed. He leaned down again, brushing her hair to one side and kissed the back of her neck, rotating his hips against hers.
She froze.
She always was very good at sensing him.
Hinata shifted on the bed slightly, leaning on her elbows.
"That's right," the man said into her ears, mistakenly taking her movements as her giving in. "Just go along with it, it'll be more enjoyable for the both of us that way."
Hinata was about to turn her head to look in the direction of the door when the man roughly pushed against her, once, twice. He dug his nails into her thighs and rubbed against her, dry humping her through their clothes. He took one hand and grabbed her hair, pushing her face back into the bed. He was starting to breath heavily now and she felt him move away and fumble with the belt on his pants.
"Where are my kids?" she tried asking. If this was indeed going to happen she would get the most out of it as she could.
The man laughed. "Somewhere on the grounds. Don't worry. I told you I'd take you to them when I'm done."
Hinata felt her heartbeat quicken and she strained her ears. Did she hear footsteps or was that her imagination? He wanted the man to keep talking…to waste some time.
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to fuck you obviously," he said vulgarly. "I'm going to take one more thing from Naruto Uzumaki. I'm going to defile the wife he loves so much. Take her on the bed they share. Make it so you don't ever want a man to touch you again."
He was distracted. She heard him lower his zipper and return to her once more, holding the edge of her pants.
"You're going to what?" she asked again, almost smiling. Because now she knew he was here.
"Damn bitch, are you deaf?" he asked, trying to shimmy off her pants but she pressed herself against the bed some more to make it more difficult.
"Yeah, you're going to what?" another voice spoke up from behind them, low and deadly.
The man turned too late. Next thing he knew he was on the ground and the Naruto Uzumaki he had been cursing for so long stood above him, gun pointing down at him. The man cursed, his mind was so fogged over.
"What? Are you going to kill me?" he asked. "When I have your kids with me?"
Hinata felt relief spread through her body at the sight of her husband standing, broad shouldered, over the greasy haired man. He looked furious; his eyes were dark but his knuckles white with how tightly he gripped his gun.
"You think I'm going to kill you?" Naruto asked chuckling darkly. "No."
Now the man looked worried.
Hinata slipped off the bed and grabbed the gun the man had dropped when he was working on his pants. She moved past the men and felt Naruto's eyes on her as she opened up their walk in closet in search of a few things.
"Hinata…" he heard her say when she left his view. She knew that, right now, one of the last things he probably wanted was for her to leave his sight.
"Deal with him, will you Naruto?" she asked as she searched in the dark. She felt like everything was going to be just fine now that he was here. Even if she had gotten away from this man she would have to have faced three other armed people holding guns to her kids heads. She was not willing to take that chance. But Naruto and herself against them? That was easy.
Naruto stared at the closet that Hinata slipped in. He heard clothing drop to the floor as she rummaged for something. He knew something was wrong as soon as he tried calling her cell phone to tell his family good night. He tried the landline next but it didn't even ring.
He wasn't a fool. He knew the things he did could easily mean bad news for his family. So he dropped everything and went home. His friends understood.
When he had reached their home and everything was dark his fear was confirmed. But he had been a tad bit too late. He heard the mans voice first and it made his blood run cold.
I can see why Uzumaki is so protective. So unwilling to share.
Naruto could only imagine what was going on up there so he had made his way up the steps as quietly as he could.
He did not like the view he walked in on or the words he heard the man say as he walked down the hall. The man had unzipped his pants and walked over to his wife whom he had pressed against the bed and placed a hand on a cheek before messing with her pants. If Naruto was trigger-happy the man's blood would have soaked the hardwood floor but his eyes met Hinata's and he tried to be patient.
Hinata asked the man what he was going to do and Naruto knew she was trying to rile him up. But in a way that helped break the tension. He didn't like when she left his view but he knew she was safe now that the man that tried to touch her was groveling at his feet.
He looked back down and lowed his gun. "I'm going to shoot you," Naruto said coldly. "Then I'm going to save my kids-"
"I'm coming too," Hinata said from the closet.
Naruto's eyebrow twitched. He wasn't okay with that but he'd talk to her. "Then I'm going to come back and kill you."
"Why not just kill me now, bastard?" the man snarled.
Naruto narrowed his eyes. "Actually…maybe I'll let you live. Send you to jail. But first…"
Hinata heard a gunshot and she peeked out of the room and saw the man clutching at his groin, blood quickly soaking through his pants. Her eyes widened as she watched Naruto place his gun back in its holster and approach her. The man was screaming and crying on the floor and Naruto didn't bother knocking him out. He wanted him to suffer.
"Let me see," Naruto said, placing a finger on her cheek gingerly. His expression was serious, his eyebrows furrowed, the muscles around his jaw tense. He examined the handprint on her face and clenched his teeth. The man's screaming felt infinitely better. He picked up her hand and looked at the bruise forming around her wrist. "I want to kill him," Naruto mumbled under his breath.
"He's suffering enough," she said softly. He looked down at her, his eyes sad.
"I always get you into some type of trouble," he said with a sigh. Then he narrowed his eyes. "You changed." She was wearing black with a bulletproof vest he had had made for her a while ago in case something bad happened.
"Yes," she nodded, pulling out a gun and loading it with bullets. "We're going to get our kids."
"No," Naruto said, shaking his head. "I'm going to get our kids."
"This isn't the time," Hinata said, leaving the closet. She stopped near the man who had blacked out from the pain and shook her head. "You didn't see them. They were so distraught…"
"Hinata, please-"
"Naruto, I have to," she said, turning to face him. Dry tears streaked her cheeks and he knew this was something he wouldn't win.
"Fine," he said regretfully. "Fine. But you have to stay behind me."
Hinata sighed. "There are only three of them. We can handle it easily."
She left the room and he followed her closely, his chest brushing against her back. "I thought I said you stay behind me."
Her laughter bounced off the dark halls that didn't seem that ominous anymore now that he was with him. And she knew soon she'd hear her kids laughing again too.
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Authors Note:
Okay so I know I didn't write them actually saving Boruto and Himawari but that's because in this universe I feel like these things will happen a lot (hostage situations, kidnap attempts, etc.). It's a lifestyle the kids are just going to have to get used to. And you all know what will end up happening anyway. (Also this ended up being over 10,000 words so I had to stop somewhere, haha).
Many thanks to all of you who consistently review (I try and reply to them all) but I'd like to take the time to recognize anonymous reviewer Usa-chan (since I can't message you personally) thanks for the continuous support with pretty much all the chapters! So sorry I didn't do the maid/servant AU this time around. Perhaps the next one?
Also I had this written and done for a while but it was after I finished that I wanted to go another route with it but I had put so much effort and time into it that I couldn't just delete it all. (10,000+ words is a lot!) So maybe one day I'll do another gangster AU with Naruto's dark side more…obvious.
Either way, I hope you all enjoyed! Please, please, review and tell me what you think. Reviews honestly do fuel my writing, so c'mon, kindle this fire! Also I welcome more prompts so lay 'em on me! I'm hoping one will spark an idea in my head.
Thank you all!
-Magma
P.S. Those fire analogies because Magma, haha. Ok.