A/N- The scheme is hatched
They had taken a detour to a Daily Yamazaki, a convenience store not too far from Hinata's place. He wasn't very fond of the idea, but Hinata seemed to be experiencing some monthly lady issues that he didn't care to get into.
He pulled the hoodie down over her head, as low as it would go and did his best to conceal her hair, tucking the stray hairs behind her ears.
"Keep your head down, don't stay in too long."
He felt like a doting father, adjusting the hood—and fussing over Hinata's appearance. When the fuck did, he get this way? There have been times in his life where he pretended to give a shit about someone for his own agenda.
The thing about that was, he knew it was all a farce and he always felt eager to drop the act. He never enjoyed the persona of caring, though it was quite rewarding to see the ignorant look on his victims faces when they finally saw him—the real him.
They hated him so damn much, but he hated a lot more.
They hated him for a second, he's hated them his entire life.
It's always difficult, keeping that type of contempt inside, hiding it behind a placid smile, like his insides weren't churning—and his fingers didn't ache to hurt them.
"N—Naruto-kun…are you..o—o-k.."
Hinata tapers off, staring at him, her head cocked to the side in that way—like she was trying to read him.
He stares back, "The fuck are you waiting for, no more of your blood needs to spill on my seats."
She didn't react to his assholery, but she does leave in a hurry, slamming the door behind her. After looking both ways, she lowers her head as he instructed and runs across the street. Naruto watches, leaning back into the driver's seat.
Alone.
He took a deep breath and laughter just shot from his mouth as he sat there in muted silence—thinking about all the crazy shit that's happened in the last twenty-four hours.
There wasn't much time to sit with his thoughts, in fact he kept trying to keep his mind blink—and not think about any of this shit.
But here it was, reality.
A flood of his errors within the past few weeks, accumulating right before his eyes. He could see them, even while they were happening, but he couldn't quite turn a blind eye on the biggest error of all.
He watches Hinata through the widow, veering down the aisle and headed for the bathroom.
"Fuckkkk…" he yawned, stretching the tensed sinews of his neck and rolling his shoulders back—hoping to loosen the strain there.
He could still hear Sakura's blood curdling screams echoing through his ears, her dying breath on his cheek, "Fuck you, fuckyoufuckyoufuckkk…fuc-!"
Her bright red talons hooked into his forearms, she went absolutely fucking nuts on him toward the end and it still hadn't gotten him off.
In fact, he didn't care much to relive it, killing her seemed entirely unfulfilling.
Most times he could conjure up when he killed, and it felt so vivid; he could touch newly rotting flesh—smell the rank odor of urine and even dried up vomit. The visceral reactions of his prey always made him headier and stronger. Strength always just poured out of him because he wanted to take them, he fought for their souls so fiercely they didn't stand a chance. He wanted it so badly that his insides would flair up with a ruthless surge of energy and he'd run on it for hours.
It usually got him going—and kept him going, the hunger.
Although lately, after Sakura—it seemed distant.
He realizes he had spaced out when the passenger door flew open and Hinata plops down carefully into the seat beside him. Humid air infused with lilac wafts into the car and she closes the door quickly. The girl crowds the window, her fingertips digging into the area where the door meets the glass.
She hyperventilates, her shoulders rising and falling as she shifted in her seat.
Naruto wonders if he should even venture to ask, sometimes it gets fucking old and he wants to shake her until it stops.
"L—lee he—h-he's in there!"
Hinata sputters—paranoia lacing her feathery voice, her breath fogs up the passenger window and Naruto leans over to look out the window.
"You're fuckin' with me..." He states incredulously, though he leans over to peer through the window behind her.
Yellow headlights pierce, flash and pass as cars dash down the street. It's late, and the sky is a dark—deep, endless blue. Streetlights flicker to life, attracting moths and mosquitos.
Naruto couldn't find him at first, the racks of chips seemed to obscure his view but after a second or two he emerges, right into an empty panel of the window. He advanced the cash register with an armful of food.
Lee.
That traitorous piece of fuck.
Those big ass pussy-brows were a dead giveaway, and the fact that he managed to look like a suspect in a lineup—emanating that cowardly aura of his.
Funny, Naruto trusted Lee because he was a punk—therefore Naruto hadn't viewed him as a threat just a well of knowledge that he could tap into, but that little fuck manifested the scrotum to fuck him over.
Looking at Lee now, roaming freely with no repercussions—it ignited a fury within him that just wouldn't simmer, it felt insurmountable. Naruto felt a vein starting to pulse maddeningly in his neck.
As much as he knew this was a battle he could and probably should walk away from, all he could see was red. All he could feel were the sharp pains of refusal, digging its heels into his back, keeping him there, keeping him waiting.
Hinata's breaths were calming now—gentle, he found himself leaning in more—as they both sat and spied on Lee.
Once he paid the cashier, Lee obtained his things and after one last vigilant sweep out of the store window, he exited. Hinata shrunk away from the window, breath catching in her throat.
"Did he see you, when you were in there?"
"I-I don't…think so."
Naruto watched as Lee began to head their way, toward a car parked on the same curb—one car ahead of them.
The Audi's windows were tinted and lucky for them Lee was much too engaged in getting the cellophane off a Twinky.
They watched him walk right by and a moment later an engine roared to life. Before Naruto could formulate a reason why—he was peeling off the curb and lingering behind Lee's silver Mazda.
Hinata sat back in her seat, though surprisingly enough she ventured to say, "Naruto-kun…please don't…"
"Don't what?" He snapped.
He figured someone like Lee wouldn't have any plans on a night like tonight. He probably bought those snacks for himself and planned to pig out all alone.
Except he wouldn't be….
Naruto risks a glance at Hinata—she's staring dead at him. He couldn't help but to laugh at the stupid look of unease plastered on her face, "Relax, I'm not gonna ice him but he's going to have to believe that I might. And I'm not going to lie, I've been looking forward to beating the shit out of him."
Hinata sighs, "I don't like this…Naruto-kun, everyone is looking—for you. I don't want you to get hurt, I don't want you to…die."
It was the clearest sentence she had ever formed, as clear as a bell. It was so annoying cute, he had to chance a glance again. She was staring at her fingers in her lap.
Worried.
"First off, I'm offended that you think I'd die in this scenario, it's Lee—the guy probably couldn't beat his way out of a fucking paper bag…" he teases, peering through the windshield, "second—no one is going to get hurt, except, maybe Lee. It's a long shot but if we do this right, there's a chance that he can get into your place and get your pills."
"B—but the cops…and what if he refuses to help?" Hinata asks softly.
"Then I'll fuckin' toss him off one of your neighbor's rooftops and while the cops have their hands full scraping him from the pavement," Naruto answers casually, shrugging, "I'll sneak in and get your pills."
"Naruto-kun."
"Why do you give a shit about him. You should be the first person in line to kick his ass."
"He didn't have a choice, h—he's, my friend."
"Friend?" Naruto enunciated—visually disgusted, his fingers tightening around the wheel, "You sound like a fucking idiot…he doesn't give a FUCK about you. He's a damn coward. Unless the definition of friendship changed in the last few years—that spineless fucker is hardly the bastion of friendship."
Naruto kept a wide berth between their vehicles, Lee turned down a street and he treaded carefully—jaw hardening at the idea of Hinata coming to Lee's defense.
"Did you try to fuck Lee too?"
The car was frozen in silence for a moment, and he resisted the gnawing urge to shoot her an accusative look.
"No. I just…don't want anyone to take you away…from me. The longer we stay here—the scarier things are, Naruto-kun. Everyone w-wants you dead and they won't stop until they have you," she swallows hard, "I don't want the pills—if they'll get you caught."
Hinata breathes out, anxiety woven into her voice.
The girl was gaining a bit of nerve, talking to him and he didn't hate it, hearing her bellish voice say things out loud. He wish she displayed this much nerve on a regular basis, rather than trembling in fear-or just sitting there, crying. Sometimes it slipped his mind that his bunny wasn't quite the average girl.
"Nothing's going to happen psycho, I'll talk to Lee…and if he doesn't help, you'll explain to him that I'll murder him and maybe that'll be compelling enough. Right?"