Friends
Author's Note: So I figure if I'm going anywhere with this then I'll take Hatomi and Hizashi up to chunin at the very least. Technically I could keep going, you know, a whole life story until everyone with a PoV dies but considering two of those are kids...yeah.
WARNING: Occasional exploration of a submissive (Neji) and dominate (Tenten) bondage relationship. If this bothers you then turn back now.
I don't own the Naruto-verse. I'm just borrowing for the Hell of it.
It'd been way too long since she could chill with her friends and not worry about her kids or over-working Neji. Okay, so maybe her kids had always been mainly independent and having three years between one set of twins and the other helped a lot. And sure, she had spent the other day with the other mothers of the new generation for tea but they didn't normally get a night to themselves.
Nights were usually reserved to making sure their kids were entertained until school the next day or spending time with their men. Then there was cleaning the house, doing laundry, making lunches, and the variety of tasks Tenten had never thought she wouldn't mind doing. The fact Neji helped probably made it easier to accept she had kind of become a housewife.
She was a housewife who could cut up vegetables for dinner in under a minute though and toss her knives back to the block with pinpoint accuracy. Screw normalcy.
"Is bad to enjoy a night away?" Sakura questioned.
"Nope," Tenten said.
"I don't think so," Temari replied.
"Not at all," Ino agreed.
"Maybe," Hinata said with a flush.
Yusa couldn't attend as she had gone back to the daimyo's city to visit her mother for a week. Karui had travelled back to the Lightning Country to visit with friends and family for a month. Tenten found it weird to be back down to the original group of kunoichi she had become a shinobi with.
"Ah, Hinata, it's fine," Temari said.
"Yeah, Boruto's old enough to take of Himawari. And Himawari's almost a genin now too," Sakura said.
Hinata nodded but had a pout on her face. Tenten totally understood Hinata's reluctance in letting her kids go. Hizashi and Hatomi were twelve now, Shun and Shi were nine. Old enough to be left on their own (permanently if needed) but young enough she still wanted to protect them like they didn't know how to kick ass.
"Boruto's more snappish than usual," Hinata said.
Tenten was glad she wasn't timid enough to let her child somewhat push her around. Oh Hinata could still punish her kids when she needed to but she hardly raised her voice over normal speaking volume and her "listen to me or die" tone needed work. As it was, Boruto had a habit of not listening to her. And with Naruto mostly out of the house, well, Tenten hoped Boruto got some respect beaten into his butt.
"Probably something to do with the fact Shikadai and Inojin want nothing to do with Mitsuki until Mitsuki apologizes to Hizashi," Temari said.
"Eh, sorry," Tenten muttered.
She hadn't wished for her son to break up the group dynamics of the boys because of something Hizashi couldn't help. Tenten sipped on her fruity cocktail, first one of the night and definitely not the last.
"Hey, not your fault Mitsuki couldn't keep his big mouth shut and didn't want to apologize for a rude remark," Ino said.
Hinata nodded which made Tenten feel a bit better. Still. The boys had been together since birth (all but Mitsuki) and Tenten felt horrible that Boruto was stuck with Orochimaru's son. How Orochimaru had a son was something Tenten didn't want to linger on.
Considering Orochimaru's past...
Nope, she needed a few more drinks in her before even thinking about Orochimaru's past with experiments and the like. Tenten took a bigger sip from her cocktail but the other women didn't notice.
"Boruto's hit the age where he wants to rebel against everything," Hinata said. "Even if it is common sense Mitsuki should apologize to Hizashi which will make Hizashi apologize to Mitsuki."
Tenten patted Hinata's shoulder when Hinata sighed and chugged her cocktail. Temari raised her hand so the waiter would come over with another.
"How did you do it with four?" Hinata asked.
"I ask myself that every day," Tenten replied.
This made everyone laugh. The waiter smiled at Temari's request for another round for them all and Tenten shook her head with a smile. Neji wouldn't mind her getting plastered tonight. He might make fun of her in the morning though.
"Seriously though," Ino said. "One is bad enough but you're outnumbered."
Tenten shrugged.
"Blame Guy-sensei. He always challenged me and Neji to take on more than we could handle and here we are. Sometimes it's not so bad but other times I want to curse my ovaries in deciding "hey, two at a time would be really cool, you know?" Then there's the whole damning Neji's genes with twins and all and damning my genes for twins and yeah," Tenten said.
Tenten smiled when she got more laugher from the group. The waiter came back with their drinks and she took hers. Now she wouldn't have to worry about waiting after finishing her first one.
"And somehow, they're all well-behaved," Sakura said.
"Hyuuga genes," Tenten said.
"Boruto may have missed those and gotten Naruto's instead. At least he will grow into his being more like his father," Hinata said.
Temari snorted and shook her head.
"My kid isn't so bad, just damned lazy. Bad enough I had to make Shikamaru clean up after himself now I have to do it all over again with Shikadai. Do you know how long you have to wait in doing chores before a Nara will give up and start cleaning?"
They all shuddered. Temari had trained Shikamaru to clean by leaving the messes he left. The house had been a disaster for three months before Shikamaru finally gave in. Temari still had to smack him around to get him to help in cleaning up. Tenten would thank Neji later for innately helping her.
"Sarada can be really sweet but she's starting to go into the preteen bitchiness phase," Sakura said.
"Sarada's got nothing on Hatomi," Tenten mentioned.
Tenten huffed when her friends laughed at her.
"Sorry, sorry, but you're right you know," Ino said. "She's like her dad but female. You're going to have your hands tied with that one."
Technically Neji got his hands tied but Tenten decided not to mention it. Her friends still had no idea how kinky she and Neji were. Most of Konoha still didn't admit to sneaking into RLM or Helen's at night or in a disguise of some sort.
"Inojin's weird like his dad though," Ino muttered.
"That's what you get from Sai raising him," Temari said with a smirk.
"Like Inojin wanted to be with me in Yamanaka Flowers all the time. My son stupidly has a pollen allergy. If that's not Kami messing with me I don't know what is," Ino said.
Tenten couldn't help but laugh at Ino. At least Ino could understand her and Neji's plight with Hizashi and Shun. Ino always had understood.
"Who the Hell am I suppose to pass the shop to? I don't have any other kids and most of my cousins have never been in Konoha," Ino continued.
"Your grandbaby when Inojin has them with Hatomi," Temari said.
Tenten almost choked on her cocktail. Ino high-fived Temari who winked.
"What, you don't want her for Shikadai?" Ino asked.
Temari shook her head as Tenten got air back into her lungs instead of strawberry daiquiri.
"I don't think Shikadai would last one month dating Hatomi, no offense Tenten," Temari said.
Tenten sputtered. She still couldn't get words out.
"But you know, Shikadai will probably like a bossy, blunt woman considering who Shikamaru married and Yoshino," Sakura said.
Tenten started laughing when Temari huffed. Ino clapped in delight.
"Nara-Hyuuga! Oh my Kami, can you even try to imagine a lazy Hyuuga? Like, Shikadai's personality, but Hatomi's pretty hair, with the Byakugan and shadow-jutsu?" Ino asked between giggles.
"And we have to throw in the potential of Tenten's aim," Sakura said with a smile.
"Yes," Ino exclaimed before falling into fresh peals of laughter.
Temari smirked.
"Hizashi and Sarada," Temari said.
Sakura spat her drink across the table. Tenten scowled. No way would her son help keep the Uchiha line going. Not that Hizashi was too good for Sarada because Sarada was a great girl but she was also the daughter of Sasuke who Tenten hated. Neji would flip if Hizashi started seeing Sarada.
"Tenten apparently doesn't agree," Ino said.
"Sorry," Tenten muttered.
Sakura frowned. Tenten shrugged but said nothing. This cued an awkward silence in which they all fiddled with the straws in their drinks and pretended the table held the meaning to life.
"So, ah, Inojin may have found my vibrating dildo the other day," Ino said.
Tenten laughed. Ino always had a hell of a way to break an awkward silence.
"How? Why? What did he say?" Temari questioned rapidly.
"Sai's on a mission and I was horny so used it. I kind of put it aside to clean up later and forgot about it then asked Inojin to go grab my laundry basket for me. He had used one of my dirty shirts to pick it up then asked if his dad was as big or if they should be worried," Ino described.
Tenten chuckled along with the others as Ino shook her head, fiddling with her straw as she did. Ino had a smile on her face though.
"I told him his dad liked it too which made him faint. Funny as Hell when he came to. I don't think he's quite forgiven me yet," Ino said.
"And you wonder why your son is messed up," Sakura said.
"Hey, at least he's not sheltered like Sarada," Ino shot back.
Sakura flushed.
"So what if I told Sarada my vibrator was a neck massager? She's too young to learn about adult toys," Sakura said.
Tenten rolled her eyes. Their kids were too young to learn about adult toys but were technically allowed to go on missions to hurt people and were considered adults in some countries because of their genin status.
"Boruto did mention the boys had walked into a "disgusting" store the other day. The same day they found out Hizashi could not see color," Hinata said.
"Yeah, Inojin mentioned RLM before Hizashi's issue with color. My kid has weird priorities," Ino said.
"Shikadai literally said: "we walked into a sex shop accidently and found out Hizashi's color blind" when I asked him what he did that day. Shikamaru nearly crapped himself," Temari said.
Tenten blinked. Hizashi hadn't said a word about RLM. Then again Hizashi had other things on his mind what with his color blindness being revealed and all. Now that two weeks had passed Hizashi had either forgotten about walking into RLM (unlikely) or didn't want to bring up something so old when he might get in trouble (exceptionally likely). Tenten wouldn't mind Hizashi's curiosity, especially since he had read a book about it but knowing about it would be nice.
"Wow," Sakura said to Temari.
"I know, little brat," Temari said.
She had a smile on her face. Tenten understood completely how possible it was to be annoyed at your kid and still love them. They all did and Tenten grinned.
"Boruto went on a rant about how gross it was," Hinata said.
"Inojin wanted to look around," Ino said with a roll of her eyes.
"Shikadai didn't even care, really," Temari said.
They all looked to her expectantly. Tenten shrugged.
"Hizashi didn't mention RLM but he had other things on his mind so I don't blame him," Tenten said.
"Right," Sakura said with a nod.
"I don't blame the kid, really," Temari said. "Finding out everyone knows about something you didn't want them to know kind of takes priority over walking into a place you're not supposed to go for at least four years."
Tenten nodded and they moved onto other conversations. Somehow their kids were always involved and Tenten smiled. Gone were the days when they would talk about boys (they had been replaced by husbands) and missions (there weren't enough now). Now their lives revolved around their kids. Tenten didn't mind. Training her kids to be kick-ass shinobi was totally worth it.
Someone was laughing outside, loudly. Neji raised an eyebrow but did not lift his eyes from the book he read by the lamp light. The clock on the wall read three-thirty five which let him know it had been seven and a half hours since Tenten had gone out with the others.
Neji had decided to wait up for her since Tenten tended to forget how locks worked when she had a few too many drinks. Then she would either pound on the door calling his name with a slur or knock the door down with one of her massive weapons. Neji did not feel like replacing the door or the front of their whole house in the afternoon.
The laughter drew closer and Neji recognized it as a mix of Tenten's and Sakura's. It meant the two had walked Ino, Temari, and Hinata-sama home before making their way back here. Unfortunately, Sakura's house was located in an entirely different area. She could take the couch.
Neji flipped down the corner of the page he was on before shutting his book and placing it on the living room table. He walked to the door and smirked when he heard Tenten hushing Sakura so they didn't wake up the kids.
Neji opened the door and had to catch Tenten who had leaned on the opposite side to play with the handle. She smelled strongly of liquor and her cheeks had gone pink. Her eyes were wide as were her moist lips. Sakura started giggling again.
"Why are you up?" Tenten whispered.
She did not seem to realize the volume of her voice as she spoke in almost normal talking tones. Neji righted her but she kept an arm wrapped around his waist and put her head on his shoulder. He held her around the waist with both arms.
"You tend to forget the concept of locks when you get a little tipsy," Neji told her.
"Hey, I understand locks. I've picked the best of them," Tenten said.
"Yes you have," Neji said.
She grinned and gave him a sloppy kiss on the cheek.
"I told you he's the best," Tenten said to Sakura.
This made Sakura burst into snickers and almost fall to the ground from laughing too hard. Neji grabbed her wrist in one hand and sighed when she fell against his other side and wrapped her arms around his upper body.
"Hey, he's mine," Tenten said.
"I know but the world is all spinny," Sakura said.
Tenten chuckled then pointed to Sakura with her free hand. Apparently Tenten lost depth perception when this drunk. She ended up poking Sakura on the Strength of a Hundred Seal in the middle of Sakura's forehead. Tenten still had perfect aim. Neji would remember this.
"You're drunk," Tenten said.
"So are you," Sakura said.
"Am not,"
"Are too,"
"Am not,"
"Are too,"
"Ladies, please, the kids are sleeping," Neji said.
They had been starting to raise their voices and if it had escalated too far, might have started fighting. Both giggled. Neji pushed the door closed with his foot before half-dragging both women towards the sitting room. Sakura kept snickering when Neji dropped her on the couch. An instant later and Miruku jumped onto the couch to inspect the new person.
"Oh, hi kitty! Snuggly kitty," Sakura said.
Miruku squeaked in protest when Sakura snuggled her close. Sakura's eyes closed with the hug and two seconds later, she started snoring. Neji scoffed then pulled Tenten into their bedroom. Tenten started chuckling when Neji tossed her onto the bed. He turned to get Sakura a blanket then almost fell over when a senbon needle implanted into the door frame awfully close to his ear.
Tenten had excellent aim when she was drunk.
Neji turned and raised an eyebrow at her. Tenten had sat up on the bed and had a pout on her face. Her hair had been braided over one shoulder but was messy. She had donned a little black dress for the evening out and it was hiked up scandalously around her upper thighs. The dress had no straps and had also sunk a bit low in the front. Neji licked his lips as he started to get hard.
"Where ya goin'?" Tenten asked.
"To get Sakura a blanket," Neji replied.
"Oh, okay, I'll allow that," Tenten said.
Neji shook his head at her before leaving the room and heading for the laundry room. All their extra blankets, pillows, and other such linens were stored in the laundry room while the closet between the boys' two rooms housed cleaning supplies.
Neji found a blanket and shut the laundry room door. He locked the front door then flipped open the blanket to cover Sakura. Miruku looked up at him pitifully from Sakura's grip but Neji shrugged at the cat before tucking the blanket in around Sakura and Miruku. He shut off the light before leaving the living room and heading back into his room.
He blinked.
Tenten had taken off her dress and bra. She sat on the edge of the bed, leaning back a bit on her hands with her legs spread to him and a smile on her face. She had also turned on a lamp so the light glowed over her toned body and perky breasts. Neji gulped.
Hizashi would be up in about five minutes to use the en suite. Neji could not, as much as he wanted to, lock his son out of the room so Neji and Tenten could have some alone time. Tenten started rubbing her clit through her tiny blank panties.
"Hizashi," Neji said.
"Yeah I know, he didn't say anything about walking into RLM accidently but he had other stuff in his head from everyone finding out he can't see color," Tenten said.
Neji blinked. It was not what he had meant but now he wanted to stop Hizashi before his son went to shower this morning. Hizashi would have walked into RLM after reading a bit of the book so knew some of the toys RLM sold.
"Aren't you going to fuck me?" Tenten asked.
"I meant Hizashi will be coming into the room to use the en suite in five minutes, possibly less," Neji said.
He glanced at the clock on the night side table: 3:42. He had five minutes maximum to at least get Tenten under the covers. He heard a door open, Hatomi's, but she went straight to the main bathroom and shut the door with a light thud.
"Aw, lock him out," Tenten said with a pout.
"No," Neji told her.
She gasped then shook her head at him.
"Disobeying your Mistress. I should really spank you for that," Tenten said.
Neji felt his cock twitch and heat come to his cheeks. He licked his lips and tried not to think of Tenten spanking him. Hell, his ass had started tingling with anticipation. Normally this would not be a horrible concept but Hizashi would walk into the room to find his mother half naked, drunk, and propositioning his father for kinky sex.
"You may spank me all you want after our son is out of the shower," Neji said.
"Aw but that won't be for at least twenty minutes," Tenten whined.
Neji rubbed his forehead. He hadn't even slept yet but he knew he would have to be up at seven to get Shun out of bed and off to school. Hopefully Sakura would stay passed out during the making of breakfast and feeding of children.
"I will play with you if you get under the covers right now," Neji said.
Tenten grinned. He glanced at the clock. 3:44. Damn it.
"Play with me how?" Tenten questioned.
This was not the time for her to want him to talk dirty. He did not mind under normal circumstances. In fact, he enjoyed it sometimes. Hell, she loved it.
"Tenten, please," Neji tried.
She shook her head, giggling. Her hand kept rubbing on her clit. He could not see the damp spot because of the darkness of her panties but he could hear the moisture between her legs. He wanted to rip off her panties and bury his face between her thighs but...
He heard Hizashi's alarm go off. Thirty seconds later it was silenced. It would take Hizashi two minutes to roll out of bed and grab his toiletry bag. Two minutes after that, probably less, Hizashi would be walking into the room. Damn it.
"I could spend hours between your legs," Neji said.
He pushed the door shut (it would give them some precious seconds) before heading towards the bed. Tenten bit her lip and her hand slowed in its ministrations.
"Sucking," Neji said.
He shifted to knee in front of her, placing his hands on her knees and looking up at her through his lashes. Tenten had started panting slightly, eyes wide, and moved so she sat up fully.
"Licking," Neji said.
She kept nibbling on her lip as Neji ran his hands up from her knees to her inner thighs. 3:47. Hizashi's door opened. Shit.
"Teasing," Neji went on.
Footsteps were coming down the hallway, soft but loud enough he could pick them up over the faint sound of the shower starting in the main bathroom.
"Lapping at you," Neji said.
He pushed Tenten properly onto the bed, shifting her so her head hit the pillows and pulling the blankets from his side of the bed over both of them. The door knob turned.
"After Hizashi's in the shower," Neji whispered into her ear.
Tenten trembled but nodded, a coy grin coming to her face as she tugged the blankets from her side of the bed over them, wrapping them in a cocoon on top of the blankets instead of under them. The door opened to reveal their yawning son.
Neji let out a breath but said nothing when Hizashi cracked open one eye. Hizashi saw them lying in bed looking at him with a lamp on and opened his eyes. Neji kept his mouth shut as Tenten started giggling. Hizashi went bright red then ran to the bathroom with the mantra of whispered "sorry, I'm not looking, I don't care, please don't even tell me" as he moved. The door to the en suite thunked closed and Neji let out a breath.
Silence for a moment then Tenten raised her eyebrow at him. Neji blinked.
"Well?" She asked.
Neji snorted but knew they had at least fifteen minutes. He kissed both her cheeks then along her jaw line before continuing down. Tenten ran her hands through his hair as Neji left a path of kisses, little licks, and soft bites from her collarbone down to her navel where he lingered.
He dipped his tongue into her navel and Tenten clenched her fingers in his hair. Neji bit on the skin of her belly button and she gasped as she began massaging his scalp. Neji half closed his eyes as heat spread to his groin, making his cock twitch. He kept delving his tongue into her belly button, nibbling at her flesh, until she started pushing his head down.
He could not linger but Neji knew Tenten was not listening for when the shower shut off in their en suite. She was too drunk to care and would not consider her actions for at least nine or more hours. Neji pulled off her panties, tossing them towards the window so Hizashi would be spared from the sight. Neji shifted downwards to plant a kiss on her mound and she spread her legs wider for him to be comfortable.
Neji kissed her lower lips in thanks before pushing his tongue between her folds. She dug her fingers into his scalp, pulling his hair at the roots gently and he shivered in pleasure. His right hand roamed down his leg to push under his formerly loose jogging pants to grab at his begging length.
Neji used his left hand to run feather-light touches against her inner thigh as he kept lapping at her insides. His nudged her clit with his nose and she arched into him, gasping loud. Neji kept his smirk back as he kept licking, nosing her, and began running his hand over his aching wet length.
He glanced at the clock. Ten more minutes at least. Neji closed his eyes, listening as the water of the shower ran and Tenten moaned softly. He kept pumping his cock in one hand, sucking and licking at Tenten's lower lips as she groaned above him.
Her hands kept tugging gently at his hair or rubbing his scalp. Neji felt his body shivering but didn't bother to do anything about it. He drew patterns on her inner thigh, lightly, and her legs closed slightly in pleasure as he shifted to lick and suck on her clit. The little nub of flesh was hard between his lips and she tasted of heaven, hot and dripping on his tongue.
Neji kept pleasuring her, stroking his cock as he did, and she thrust her hips up into him. Neji didn't mind the slightest but did keep listening for the shower. Tenten let out a strangled moan and Neji tasted more on his tongue as she shuddered against him. Neji pumped his cock harder as he kept licking her folds as she came down from her orgasm. He came hard a moment later, holding back his shout and continuing to fist his cock.
Neji opened eyes he did not remember closing when Tenten snored. He lifted his head out from between her legs and grinned to see she had fallen asleep. Neji shifted out of bed, rolled her under the covers then got under with her as the shower in the en suite turned off. Neji turned off the lamp before pulling Tenten into his arms. A few hours of sleep would be perfect.
Hatomi was certain she had woken up this morning. She had run into the bathroom, brushed her hair, showered, dried off and let her hair air dry while she brushed her teeth, then blow dried her hair on cool before finally styling it then dressing. Now she stood in the hallway between the kitchen and living room staring at the sleeping lump of Sakura-sama on the couch covered by a blue blanket.
Miruku looked at her from under the blanket, blue eye wide in a sort of "help me" expression. Miruku squeaked pitifully, clutched tightly in Sakura-sama's grip. Hatomi shook her head and turned into the kitchen to see Hizashi slowly moving pots, pans, and other cooking utensils into place so he could start cooking.
"Hizashi," Hatomi said.
He jolted and a pan slipped from his grasp. Hizashi grabbed it by the handle before it clattered to the floor then gave her an exasperated look. Hatomi snorted before walking over to the stove and crossing her arms under her bust.
"Do you know why Sakura-sama is asleep on the couch?" Hatomi questioned.
Hizashi shook his head and Hatomi noticed he was blushing. Hatomi let out a breath. The sun was not up yet and it was too damned early for her to deal with whatever happened this morning. The shower had wakened her up but her mind would not fully come online until she started running laps.
"Do I want to know why you are blushing?" Hatomi asked.
"Probably not but I kind of caught mom and dad about to, er, you know," Hizashi said.
Hatomi blinked. Hizashi had walked in on mother and father about to have sex. Why in the world they would be awake at close to four in the morning to have sex was beyond her and did not make sense with why or what Sakura-sama slept on the couch.
"I think they still did something cuz when I came out of the shower the lamp was off and they were sleeping," Hizashi said.
Hatomi shook her head again and began to gather supplies to make breakfast. Soon they were lost in cooking breakfast to fill their bellies then their parents and brothers' bellies. Hatomi made sure they had enough to feed Sakura-sama and kept glancing back to look at the sleeping woman.
Miruku kept trying to struggle away but apparently Sakura-sama had too good of a grip on the dwarf cat. Hatomi winced when Hizashi dropped a spoon with a clatter. They both stared at Sakura-sama who offered a snore in response.
"She's usually not that heavy of a sleeper, is she?" Hizashi questioned.
"I do not know," Hatomi muttered.
She went back to cooking then together they got their plates together and packed up the rest for the family later. They ate quietly, sneaking glances at Sakura-sama as she slept on and Miruku as the poor cat tried to wiggle free. Miruku was moment from being free when Sakura-sama whined and tugged her close. Hatomi had never seen a cat look so frustrated.
"Wasn't mom going out with the other moms last night?" Hizashi questioned.
Why would this...ah. Apparently going out meant drinking adult beverages which would mean Sakura-sama had a few too many and slept it off on their couch. Hatomi nodded.
"So, Sakura-sama got drunk?" Hizashi asked.
She nodded again. Hizashi sighed and poked at the remains of his breakfast.
"So that means mom got drunk and was er," Hizashi said then stopped with a blush.
"Propositioning father for sex," Hatomi said.
Hizashi made a choking sound then went beat red. He whacked his head off the table with a groan and Hatomi raised an eyebrow at him. When he came back up for air he stared at her.
"Doesn't it bother you to think of our parents, you know, doing it?" Hizashi questioned.
She shrugged. She had always assumed her brother would be more mature about this. She had gotten over it quickly enough.
"How do you think we were born?" Hatomi enquired.
Hizashi whacked his head off the table again with a moan. He rubbed his forehead when he sat up this time and huffed.
"I get that. But I kind of hoped they, you know, didn't do it anymore," Hizashi said.
Hatomi rolled her eyes at him.
"A healthy sex life is a part of any successful and long relationship," Hatomi told him.
"How do you know?"
"It was in the book you read before giving it to me,"
Hatomi smirked when he gaped at her. He rubbed his forehead again and let out a breath.
"Besides, our parents are thirty-three years old, plenty young enough to enjoy powerful libidos and sex lives," Hatomi added.
This was the straw. Hizashi took her plate and his before going to the sink with a blush firmly in place on his cheeks. Hatomi smirked before following him to the sink and helping him with the dishes. She headed backed to her room with Hizashi behind her. He kept going when she ducked into her room to grab her jacket and bag.
She hoped mother and father did not forget tonight she would be sleeping at Sarada's house. Hatomi made sure she had a few outfits, her toiletries, magazines, blanket and pillow then stilled. "Fetishes for Beginners" sat on her night side table and Hatomi grinned.
Hatomi sat cross-legged on Sarada's red comforter. She wore her black sleep pants with red hearts all over them with a red tee-shirt with a black heart on it. Her hair was completely loose around her head and she had finally taken off her double sports bras half an hour ago. She could deeply inhale and exhale without the worry of her breasts bouncing too much.
It was a few minutes after six and they had finished dinner with an exhausted looking Sakura-sama ten minutes before. Sarada wore light purple pajama bottoms with a darker purple tee shirt while Chocho wore white pajama pants with a white tee-shirt.
"Woah, they just like sprang outta there," Chocho said, gesturing to Hatomi's breasts.
Hatomi looked at her chest and huffed. She sat up straight as it was proper etiquette and her breasts led the way with pointy nipples. At least she was among friends.
"Why do you even wear two sports bras?" Sarada questioned.
Oh the joy of not knowing the pain of large breasts. Hatomi sighed.
"If I do not then they hurt too much when I run or do anything remotely physically active," Hatomi said.
Sarada and Chocho gaped at her. Hatomi raised an eyebrow. Neither would know as their mothers were not so blessed either. Mother was average sized while Hinata-obasan, well, she was not related to the two girls in anyway and rarely talked about her breasts.
"Really?" they asked together.
"Truly," Hatomi said.
"Wow, I didn't even think of that," Sarada said.
Sarada looked at her chest and blinked. Hatomi rolled her eyes. No one would consider it unless they lived it. Hatomi raised her eyebrow when Chocho poked her chest hard. Hatomi huffed when her breasts jiggled.
She stared at Chocho when the other girl started laughing. Hatomi looked to Sarada for help but Sarada had both hands over her mouth while she giggled. Hatomi grabbed magazines out her bag but left the book for now. Her friends were still chuckling.
"What is so funny?" Hatomi questioned.
"They jiggle," Chocho said.
Hatomi snorted.
"Mine don't jiggle," Sarada said as she poked at her chest.
"Me neither," Chocho said.
Hatomi grinned at her friends before slipping off the bed. They both watched her as she did a small jump on the floor then stood still. Both gaped then started laughing again. Hatomi settled back on the bed beside Chocho and in front of Sarada.
"They're so springy! No wonder guys look at you so much," Sarada said.
Hatomi shrugged. Sometimes she loathed the male attention. The man at the register when she bought her magazines today...Hatomi repressed a shiver.
"Yes like the creepy old man at the sweets store," Hatomi said.
Sarada and Chocho stopped giggling and stared at her. Hatomi sighed. She waved the two off then opened a magazine, flipping through it aimlessly.
"I never thought of it like that," Sarada said.
"When you don't have 'em, you don't know what it's like," Chocho said sagely.
Hatomi nodded. Sarada picked up a magazine and they were silent for a moment until Sarada found a picture of a model with long hair in an interesting looking twist. Hatomi raised her eyebrow when Sarada shoved the magazine under Hatomi's face.
"Please?" Sarada begged.
Hatomi gave a short nod. Chocho wiped her hands off while Sarada leaped off the bed to get a box of hair accessories. Hatomi easily handed Sarada her brush and Sarada happily sat behind Hatomi and began brushing her hair.
Hatomi said nothing, happily taking the scalp massage as Sarada brushed her hair. Chocho picked out hair accessories that would go with the up-do as Hatomi read through the magazine in front of her. Sarada and Chocho had been playing with Hatomi's hair for years now and Hatomi trusted both girls not to do anything which would damage her hair.
"Jeez, it's so soft," Chocho muttered.
They had started putting Hatomi's hair up. Hatomi shrugged.
"Seriously, mine's all fuzzy with all these flyaways and I can't smooth it out no matter what I do," Chocho said.
"Hyuuga genes," Hatomi told her.
She was not lying. Hatomi washed her hair, conditioned it, and stayed with general rules of thumb for taking care of hair: no excessive heat when drying, keeping it out when sleeping, brushing it regularly, not brushing too hard, scalp massages almost every day to promote hair growth, trimming it every few months to get rid of dead ends, and no product. She did not use expensive shampoo but did use the one father pointed out since it had less chemicals in it than other brands. She happened to have gotten her father's perfect hair.
"True that," Chocho said. "Your dad's hair is amazing. So is Hizashi's actually. Shi and Shun got screwed out the perfect hair deal though."
"Yeah, but Tenten-sama's hair isn't that bad. It just takes more care which is probably why she has it in the braided buns all the time," Sarada said.
"Hn,"
"Yours isn't that bad either, Sarada," Chocho said.
Hatomi knew Sarada flushed.
"Thanks, Chocho. I wish I had your coloring though, you know?"
Hatomi grinned. This was how her friends operated. Paying compliments to each other while actually meaning it. Chocho thanked Sarada and asked Hatomi about hair tips again. Hatomi told Chocho her hair routine (again) and Chocho said how lucky Hatomi was about doing virtually nothing and having great hair.
"And a great body to boot. You're lucky," Chocho said.
Hatomi frowned. Where it was true she had not had to work for her long legs, broad hips, petite waist, and large breasts it did not mean she liked it. Hell, she knew she would not have to work particularly hard to keep her skin smooth and free from pimples. No one in father's family ever had horrible acne and mother never had obvious blemishes either.
"You can have my body," Hatomi said.
"I wish," Chocho said.
"As do I," Hatomi said.
She winced when Chocho tugged a bit hard on her hair. Chocho did not apologize. Hatomi scowled.
"You don't mean that," Chocho said.
Hatomi shifted forward but both friends let her go. She turned to look at Chocho over a shoulder and stared. Chocho stared right back, frowning with her arms crossed under her bust while Sarada bit her lips.
"Undo my hair and I will dress in the most unappealing outfit we can imagine. Then we will go for a walk," Hatomi said.
"Huh?" Chocho questioned.
"Afterwards, you can tell me whether you would still want my body," Hatomi said.
"You're on," Chocho said.
It did not take the two girls long to free Hatomi's hair. She tugged on both of her sports bras followed by one of Chocho's shirts which hung around her except in the chest where it was oddly tight. She pulled on a pair of Sarada's neon pink pants then Chocho's clashing brown coat. Hatomi tied up her hair in a messy pony tail and the other two dressed in normal attire.
Sakura-sama stared at them in passing but was obvious too tired from being out last night and stunned from seeing Hatomi in something so clashing Sakura-sama did not stop them. Hatomi quickly took to a roof and led her friends to the restaurant district.
"Stay far enough behind me so people will not mistake us for being in a group," Hatomi said.
"Okay," Chocho said, unsure.
"So you can listen to what men say to me when I am alone," Hatomi said.
"Oh, right," Chocho said.
Hatomi nodded and walked off, keeping her hands in her pockets and loosening her shoulders to attempt to have a more relaxed stance. She deliberately walked with a longer gait so she did not seem as elegant but knew it would not help much.
It happened five minutes later.
Four boys, around fifteen or sixteen years old, spotted her coming. Hatomi kept her eyes forward and her face neutral as the boy who had spotted her pointed her out to his friends. Hatomi glanced to the store opposite the boys and spotted Chocho and Sarada three yards back out of the corner of her eye. She looked forward again.
"Bounce baby bounce!"
"Why don't you come over here and have some fun?"
"Come baby, give us a smile!"
"I wanna get lost in your boobs!"
Hatomi kept walking, not even looking at the boys who kept shouting to her. No one on the street gave the interaction a second look. Civilians were abundant here and civilians were the ones who said nothing about sex.
She left the boys behind and kept moving. Ten minutes later, an older man stared at her with a leer on his face, eyes obviously watching her breasts bouncing. Hatomi made no motion to cover up and strode away. Five minutes passed before a man pretended to trip near her and his friends laughed at him.
"Look what I get for staring at a pretty girl," he said.
Hatomi ignored him and he called out "hey sweetheart" after her. When she continued to disregard the man he called her a cold bitch. Hatomi took this as a compliment. She stopped at a corner for a moment then waited there for a few minutes. Sure enough, a man asked her price and she glared at him until he took off. Hatomi gestured for Sarada and Chocho to come over which they did.
Sarada's eyes were wide behind her glasses and her lip was caught between her teeth. Chocho had a frown on her face and was staring around them, trying to catch the looks of all the men in the area.
"Well?" Hatomi questioned.
"Yeah, I see why you hate your boobs," Chocho said.
"Hn,"
They were back in Sarada's room within half an hour. Sakura-sama was sleeping on the couch. Hatomi smiled softly as Sarada rolled her eyes, covered her mother with a blanket then tucked her in. Sarada turned off the television and they were up in Sarada's room getting changed again.
"How do you deal with that all the time?" Chocho asked.
Hatomi shrugged.
"Normally I am with either Hizashi or you two. It helps Hizashi is taller and broader than a typical twelve year old and most males back off when they see him with me. They also back off when girls are in a group of two or more," Hatomi explained.
"So we're like, your protective friends unintentionally?" Sarada questioned.
"Hn,"
They hugged her. Hatomi rolled her eyes but accepted the hug. They discussed the rudeness of boys, laughed at magazine articles, and painted each other's nails. They heard a clatter from downstairs and Hatomi activated her Byakugan. Sarada and Chocho visibly relaxed when she smiled. A moment later, Sakura-sama burst into the room with her hair messy around her head, clothes rumbled, and panting.
"Hi mama," Sarada said.
"Oh, you're all here. I thought you guys went out," Sakura-sama said.
"We did but we're back," Sarada said.
Sakura-sama relaxed against the door frame with a sigh and a smile. She bade them good-night then left. Hatomi shook her head at Sarada's mother while Chocho giggled and Sarada rolled her eyes.
"Do your guys' moms do that? Like always check in on you?" Sarada asked.
"Kind of," Chocho said.
Hatomi considered. Mother was always there but not necessarily checking up on her.
"No, not particularly," Hatomi said.
"But your dad does," Sarada said with a laugh.
Hatomi huffed but agreed with Sarada. Father had a tendency to observe her when she went out without him or Hizashi. She knew it was intentional as well. There was no possible way for her father to "happen" to be where she was at all times.
She did not mind per se as if she ever had an issue he would be there to help her if he felt she needed it. Most of the time he simply observed until he felt she would be fine then left as discretely as he had appeared.
"Or your brother," Sarada said.
Hizashi watching over her was welcome as well. He did not understand the concept of hiding from her sight but she did not mind and would never tell him she saw him every time. Hatomi shrugged to her friends then heard Sakura-sama go to bed. She smiled softly as she pulled the book out of her bag and dropped it onto the bed between Sarada and Chocho.
They looked at it, read the title then gaped. Hatomi smirked. Sarada picked the book up first and opened to the contents. She began reading the chapter titles out loud while Chocho snickered.
"Where did you get this?" Sarada asked, eyes shining in curiosity.
"From Hizashi who borrowed it from my parents," Hatomi said.
Sarada's eyes went wide and her jaw dropped. Chocho ripped a bag of chips too hard and chips exploded over the bed. Sarada did not even chide her. Hatomi brushed some chips off her pajama pants and raised an eyebrow at her friends.
"Wow, your parents are into kinky sex?" Sarada questioned.
"Hizashi opened a secret scroll he found in their room when we were ten. He pulled out leather wrist restraints, a leather collar, and a whip," Hatomi said.
Silence.
"That's hot," Chocho said.
Sarada nodded then hummed, tapping her chin in thought.
"So, who wears the restraints and stuff?" Sarada enquired.
"According to the book my mother is the dominate and my father is the submissive so my father wears the restraints,"
"That's hotter," Chocho said.
Sarada agreed and went to the chapter where the quiz was. They giggled over mother's comments and went on to read about fetishes and bondage in general. Hatomi pointed out a few particular pages and they all read about different fetishes.
"Okay, I hate to say it but I'm totally picturing your dad in leather restraints with that collar on and wearing a leather thong," Chocho said.
Sarada burst out laughing, keeping it down since her mother was in bed. Hatomi snorted at Chocho then shrugged. Chocho kept grinning. Hatomi figured she should be embarrassed considering this was her father they were talking about but father was considered one of the handsomest men in Konoha.
"Wait, you said Hizashi lent you this book?" Sarada questioned.
"Hn,"
For some reason both dissolved into giggles. Hatomi blinked at her friends.
"Wow. I can't picture a boy reading this book and not being embarrassed," Sarada said.
Hatomi smirked.
"Hizashi does have certain issues when it pertains to our parents and them being sexually active,"
More giggles.
"Girls mature quicker than boys though, so," Sarada said with a shrug.
"Yeah and we kind of get over the whole sex thing cuz, ya know, monthlies and all that," Chocho said.
"Hn,"
Another reason Hatomi hated being female. She had started her "monthlies" two months before she turned eleven and like clockwork, it came back every twenty-three days and lasted for six. Speaking of she was on day twenty after her last cycle. Her breasts would start hurting tomorrow.
"Did you get it yet?" Chocho asked.
"No," Sarada said.
"Me neither, jeez, Hatomi still gets to be the only one," Chocho said.
"I assure you it is not all it is cracked up to be," Hatomi said.
Chocho shrugged as she crunched on her chips.
"Yeah but it means you're a full-fledged woman, you know?" Chocho questioned.
Hatomi shrugged. She would rather turn back the clock and be nine again. Nine had been a good age. She had no breasts, no monthlies, and no men gaping at her. At nine she had wanted breasts, pouting at the little nubs she did have.
"Ah, you're not training tomorrow, are you?" Sarada asked.
Hatomi saw it was close to midnight. She shook her head and Sarada let out a breath of relief.
"Lee-sensei is on a mission so we are free to arrive when we wish. Metal will likely be there at five but I do not intend to go until I am good and ready," Hatomi said.
Sarada and Chocho agreed with her. Hatomi smiled as they went back to discussing the book and wondering who else in their groups' adults would be in which role. Hatomi and Chocho knew to stay clear of Sasuke and Sarada did not mention her missing father.
No, Hatomi would not chide her father in following her to make sure she was safe. She was his Princess after all.
Haha, Neji taking care of drunk Sakura and Tenten in entirely different ways. Poor Hizashi. And yes, I may have exaggerated Hatomi's situation a bit but I do have a friend who happens to have exceptionally visible boobs. She goes through Hatomi's situation often. And as a girl with bigger endowments, I can see the signs of a guy leering.
And yeah I get the girls are 12 but they got an in depth sexual education course because hey, there are shinobi and if people are telling you have to survive in detail or how to kill a person, they're definitely going to teach you about how to procreate. Maturity wise, I figure most of the 12 year olds in the Naruto-verse (the originals or the kids) would be mentally older.
For those wondering why Miruku doesn't meow and squeaks: she's not a normal cat and makes more of a helium balloon being forced to lose their air sounds. My cat does the same so there.
I might time skip this so we can see Neji with a grandchild. I'm definitely getting inspiration to write Hatomi and Hizashi older (16-18) so yeah. I don't mean in the next chapter though. We've gotta hit chunin first. ;)
As always: reviews welcome.