A/N- Sorry it's been a while, there are three parts to this one arc and then, we move on.
"Whoops, butter fingers." Naruto states dryly, staring at Lee from the rearview mirror of the Audi, as he recovered from the sharp drift down the street. The blonde was quite satisfied with the impact of Lee's head slamming against the window.
Deafening.
"Y—you almost killed him…Naruto-k- " his bunny states in a quiet tone from the passenger seat, staring out the window—her breath causing a slight fog.
"Ah, c'mon Killed?" Naruto scoffs incredulously, "No. Maimed, possibly but Killed? Yeah, I'd never almost do something like that. He's fine, just sleepin' it off and that's more than what he deserves."
Lee might've looked like he weighed less than a hundred pounds but after fireman-carrying his unconscious body across the street to the Audi, Naruto felt slightly winded—almost weak. Then again, he was certain there's an astronomical difference between the dead weight of a petite woman and Rock Lee.
The fag might've looked like a shrimp, but he does recall that the guy had taken track with him. This thought only occurred to him after chasing Lee through the wet bladed grass of his backyard. To his utter disappointment Lee put up a bit of a fight. It involved a copious number of tears, profuse apologies, running and yelling.
Every time he lunged the weirdo would dive, dart, or fall into another direction whilst sobbing inconsolably. He was astonishingly nimble, and Naruto had to admit those evasive maneuvers were staving off his unwell intent but ultimately he grew impatient.
He confused Lee with a split step and followed through by lunging forward and tackling him into the dirt. A firm forearm to the throat didn't exactly quell the guy's fears and honestly, the more he leaned into his throat the more he realized he didn't want to assure him of anything.
What's one more…
A desperate urgency lined his spine, his heart drummed around in his chest, and he felt something unsettling propelling him forward, hardening him like cement. He watched Lee thrash violently beneath him, his eyes trying to plunge from their sockets, skin turning crimson, veins at his temple pulsating into urgent existence, spit dribbling from the corners of his lips like a stream.
"What is going on here!?"
He blinked and blinked, snapping back into his current space, in the Audi, driving below the speed limit down a narrow road. Heat from the vent pervaded the car and a local news station murmured through the speakers.
Another blink. His eyes felt heavy, he was beginning to realize that he was tired.
"Hinata." He breathes, planting his booted foot sternly against the gas pedal and letting his shoulders sank. The car revved and he shoots a glance to his bunny.
She's as teary eyed as usual, only her jaw looks a bit tight, brows low and judgmental. He rolled his eyes.
"Oh, it's you."
"Of course, this is your idea of a clean break, killing more people!" she spat, yanking the hair-tie from around her bony wrist, she's raking her disheveled hair up into a ponytail.
"Fan-fucking-tastic…" Naruto hisses, "Where's Hinata?"
"As far away from you as she can get, congrats moron you scared off the one person that likes you. Now I have to be an accomplice to whatever this is."
Haru tosses an arm into the backseat to indicate the situation.
Naruto laughed humorlessly.
"One, get the fuck off your high horse and two, there'd be no this if you hadn't overkilled Sasuke and diced your uncle—oh yeah and ditched his remains in a cabinet. Rookie mistake."
Haru crossed her arms tightly over her chest.
"Like I said before, that wasn't me." She objected hastily.
Naruto's jaw jumped, "Cops won't give a shit."
A long moment of silence stretched between them, much longer than he expected. He checked to see if Lee had still been out cold. He was. Even when he does come to, he'd have a hard time breaking free of the cable-tie Naruto placed around his wrists and ankles.
"Where are we going anyway?" Haru asks, somewhat reluctantly, "and what insane idea convinced you to kidnap Lee?"
"To your house," Naruto admits begrudgingly, "And I need him."
"Are you trying to get caught? Maybe you're the rookie, the cops aren't going to leave that scene anytime soon. We should be going to my father's cabin…in the opposite direction. Have you lost your min-"
Did he mention how much he fucking hated Haru's voice?
It may have been an octave lower than his bunny's but that wasn't the part that pissed him off. Everything she said just came off as insufferable. Her voice was so-so bitchy, condescending, drenched in disappointment and self-loathing but not about herself but his bunny. He never spared a thought about the vitriol and fury Haru often spews about Hinata.
Though the situation always left him completely bewildered and thinking that there were no sane sides to his bunny.
Everything inside of her was simply batshit crazy and he didn't have to understand it. He just had to reach some type of common ground with whoever became the center of her body. Unfortunately, Haru always made that a difficult feat. She was either trying to run away from him or knee his balls into his upper intestine. Sometimes she tried both on the same day.
There were times where he contemplated throwing her in the trunk or buying a shock collar to keep her docile. Fortunately for her she was a bacteria stuck to the girl he liked and harming her was simply a bluff.
He couldn't do it, no matter how hard he tried. One look into those eyes had him repenting for the very thought, no matter what entity stared from behind them, they were hers.
She'll come back eventually.
He normally rationalized and she always does, he'd just have to make do.