"Come in, come in." my auntie makes sure Naruto feels completely at home, leading him through the living room, into the study room. "It's not much, but this is were Hinata grew up, it holds a lot of memories for the both of us." As she finished her sentence, my mind suddenly becomes conscious of the house's current state. I'm not the neatest person, however being the only one occupying the house, besides my auntie's visits every now and then, there's not much mess to make. It's small and neat, I suppose one could say. Even so, the word 'home' doesn't come to mind when I come back. There are barely any pictures hanging, and the only decorative points are the old-dated curtains and the antique furniture I was handed after my mother passed away. Father's books also make up half the living room, the only fragments he allowed me to keep.
"Sit down, Hinata. I'll get the silverware and plates." My aunt places the bag she purchased on the grey wooden coffee table in the middle of the room. She later scurries and opens the creaking doors, then looks back a bit embarrassed when a moth flies over her head. "I try to cook, but it never turns out well, usually we get takeout…and as a result we rarely open these doors up…" she swashes the moth away, and finally takes the plates.
"I can teach Hinata to cook, I often cook at home for myself, since I'm the only one there as well." Naruto shoots a wide Colgate smile to my weak auntie.
With an exaggerated hand covering her mouth, she gasps, "Really? You live alone as well?" her eyes narrow down on me, "If this boy here can learn to cook, and live on his own, I believe you shouldn't have any trouble doing it as well, my dear niece." I sigh internally. If I had the time to cook, I would. There's absolutely no way I have time for that, I have school and my responsibility as a council member as well. Takeout suits my tastes just fine.
"Auntie, I simply don't have time to cook, and if I did- "
"It's alright, instead of cooking at home, I can just come over and cook here." Naruto stares at me, with a hint of laughter hidden behind his doting grin. "I mean, that's if auntie is alright with it."
My auntie passes two plates with two perfectly cut out Cinnabon's, she crosses her arms swiftly and leans back in her chair. "I never got your name." her voice trails off.
"My name is Naruto Uzumaki, and I'm in the same year as Hinata." He seems caught a bit off guard, as am I…my auntie can switch personalities on command. Each time with reason.
"Well, Naruto, if you can manage to teach my wonderful niece how to make a nice meal for the next time I come back, I'll consider paying you for your time's worth. After I assess your skills, of course. Living alone can be quite a handful, and I assume some extra pocket change won't hurt?" she takes out her hand, crossing the table and peering down at Naruto, with eyes of a determined child, he shakes her hand.
"I'd do it for free, she's my responsibility anyways." He chuckles and does a final shake.
"Oh, yours?" she pauses on the words for a moment. I open my mouth to explain what he means, but a sudden ringing cuts me off before I could get a word in. "One second, it's from work" she walks outside, towards the balcony and closes the door behind her. Leaving my alone with a possessive brat.
"Can you avoid saying things like that in front of her? She might not look it all the time, but she catches on to things really fast." I half whisper half yell at him. He raises half a lip and chuckles towards her direction.
"What should I avoid saying, exactly?" he snatches my hand, a bit sticky from the Cinnabon I ate in nervousness earlier. "Tell me." He opens his mouth and smoothly slides his tongue over my fingers.
"Stop…don't do…that." Waves of chills run through my body when he suddenly takes my finger between his teeth, and nibbles on it. "Don't tell her…" My sight begins to blur, and the sensation is slowly driving me insane. I can't seem to manage a sentence. He gently rolls the sleeve from my school uniform blouse and continues to assault my senses by leaving teeth marks up my arm. "Haah-"a weird sound escapes my mouth!
"Hinata!" the voice drags me back to reality and my instincts immediately shove Naruto with all my strength.
"Coming!" I scurry towards my aunt, who holds the phone in front of me.
"Come and say hi its…"
…
Hinata's Auntie walks back into the living room, where Naruto was adjusting himself and seemed to be picking something off the floor.
"What fell?" she asked tilting her head for a better view.
"Oh, I accidentally dropped my plate earlier. I'm picking it up now."
She taps her lip, and her presence leaves the room for a moment, until she takes a seat beside the confused blonde.
"Let's talk about that payment I mentioned earlier. I might add a few conditions."