Prompt: Super Hero

A Heroine Is Born!

"Today, the owner of one of the largest paper product factories in Konoha awoke to discover his building had been marked for retaliation by the notorious gang, the Akatsuki, following his stringent refusal to pay what he claims is 'a disgusting practice of extortion' masquerading as an offer for protection against rising crime in the area. A trend, he says, is a direct causation of the Akatsuki's nefarious activities in the neighborhood."

Hinata frowned as she tightened a tiny screw inside the small device on her work table.

Like deja vu every single hour, every since the Akatsuki blew into town, their now hated name and violent exploits were a familiar soundtrack stuck on repeat no matter what news channel she turned on.

"In other news, dangerous inmate Danzo Shimura has been apprehended and is on his way back to incarceration following his explosive escape from maximum security prison, along with his co-conspirators, two months ago. He and those in his inner circle were brought to justice by none other than Konoha's beloved, Foxman."

Setting down the high-tech gadget she'd been tinkering with, Hinata tuned into the broadcast.

Bright lilac orbs wide, twinkling a near childlike anticipation, she waited with hitched breath for a glimpse of the shinning superhero that filled her with hope, aspiration and optimism…

Rose petal pink touched her cheeks.

A man that often graced her womanly fantasies.

"We no go live in town square, where journalist Ino Yamanaka is set to interview the busy hero. Ino?"

The screen transitioned, and a young blonde woman stood next to her idea of perfection.

He was tall and dashing.

Dimming the afternoon sun with his inner vibrancy, his bulked frame fairly sucking the breath from her lungs.

The top section of his handsome face was obscured by a black half mask that left his strong, masculine cut jaw, sculpted kissable lips and attractive whiskered cheeks bare to the world. Deep inside the mask's sockets, his oceanic baby blues shinned brightly, their sharp intensity pinning her in place and wiping every coherent thought from her mind.

His towering form was encased inside a suit she was sure had been painted over his corded muscle and rippling strength. It clung to him like a second skin, outlining his granite physic in a way that left her hot, bothered and breathless.

Worse, his uniform's design was absolutely eye catching.

Pitch black onyx on golden-orange.

The lower half was solid black with pencil thin neon golden-orange lines that traced sharp edged geometric pattern down his narrow hips to his inner thighs, along the sides of his calves before tucking into equally golden boots.

A wide dark gray belt hugged his tapered waist, extenuating that tantalizing v-shape of his toned form, the buckle matching his bright footwear.

The top portion was by far her favorite part.

From groin to the middle of the prominent bulges of his pecs, the material was a lighter shade of black, a delicious swath of fitted fabric that was cut in a sort of T-shape, emphasizing every mouth watering ridge of his abdominals, leaving his obliques painted that vibrant neon golden-orange. From the mid-line of his pectorals and up, the onyx returned, encasing his shoulders, biceps, and a tiny bit of his forearms, disappearing into his dark gloves. Mirroring his pants, those thin lines traced the strength of his arms, falling from the juncture of each shoulder into a thick whirlpool in the middle of his chest.

Sometimes he wore a cape that was golden-orange inside and black outside, but Hinata liked him better without it.

The view of his backside was…phenomenal to say the least.

Blushing to the root of her navy blue hair, she tuned back into to the interview, having missed most of it ogling the man.

"Whatcha watchin'?"

Hinata startled, dropping the metal plate in her hand, dislodging the petite, rectangular framed glasses perched on her nose as she whipped around to see a brown-haired teen grinning back at her.

"H-Hanabi-"

Bent at the waist, elbow to the work table, chin in hand, the young girl turned her cheekily grinning face to the television.

"Ehhhh, Foxman again, huh?" she teased, "that explains the lovesick look all over your face."

Hinata blushed, reaching for her wayward glasses rather than answer the obvious. Hinata never missed a Foxman press conference, interview or televised sighting, not once in the five years he'd suddenly arrived in their lawless city. Sweeping through the heartless populace like a whirlwind, catching criminals in his powerful currents…

…their father's murderer amongst them.

He'd come at a time where she had felt as hopeless and broken as Konoha itself, breathing new life, new purpose, new hope into people like her.

She'd grown attached to his energy and drive, his will to keep moving, no matter the obstacle.

And in those years of watching him succeed, she'd found her own desire to move, to be the change she wanted to see in her homeland.

Glasses secured, Hinata shifted into big sister mode.

"You're not supposed to be in the lab when I'm working, Hanabi," the flustered woman scolded, "it's dangerous."

"The light wasn't on."

That was always her excuse.

Hinata could only remember one time she'd forgotten to flip the 'Do No Enter' light outside the door and yet every time Hanabi busted in, she claimed the light wasn't on.

Hinata sighed, "that's no excuse. You can see me through the glass before you enter. Even if the light isn't on, if you see me inside working, you shouldn't-"

"But you weren't working," her little sister snickered, "you were busy drooling over Kyūbi-"

Ears steaming, Hinata was thrown back on the side of flustered defense, "I-I w-wasn't! I-I was just…j-just-"

"Daydreaming about kissing Foxman."

Without a single retort to fall back on, face flushing deeper as her sister made exaggerated kissing noises, Hinata shooed her little sister from her work station, bumbling and fumbling that she had work to do and Hanabi was not to just enter ever again.

So what if she had a little crush?

It was normal.

Besides, Foxman was a hero.

She gazed at the television, heart fluttering as the golden haired Adonis waved at the camera.

A bright, dashing hero.

Feeling renewed in her purpose and resolve, Hinata cranked the volume, then set back to work.

Grabbing her welder mask from atop her crown, she slid it down, grabbed her blowtorch and pressed it's blue and orange flame to mental.

LFLFLFLFLFL

Touching a button on her gauntlet, Hinata silence the police radio buzzing in her ear piece, and turned determined moonstone orbs to the building nestled between a crush of gratified buildings.

There it was, the factory members of the Akatsuki were currently ransacking.

This would be her first big break.

Lightening Lily's first day as a superhero.

She was garbed in a pure white, sleeveless bodysuit who's skirt fluttered around her thighs like the pedals of of the flower she'd named herself after, the bodice a high cut over her generous bust, and low in the back. Matching boots ran the length of her shapely legs just above her knees.

A bright yellow utility belt circled her waist; her forearms encase in shiny, tawny metal, multifunctioning gauntlets.

Her long violet hair was twined with artificial lilies that double as mechanisms capable of creating a thick smoke or a sweet smelling knockout gas with just the touch of a button and holstered to her left outer thigh, a high powered taser.

She was nervous and excited to finally step out into the real world as a superhero, a bit queasy but confident in her abilities. She spent years training in hand to hand combat, running through virtual conflict scenarios on her VR system daily, she'd created an arsenal of high-tech accessories for every situation she could think of and while the little genius was never one to toot her own horn, she was confident that her equipment was second to none.

She was ready.

She dropped down from her high perched, landing on the rooftop of a shorter building, before raising her arm and aiming it high above the factory.

A grapple hook shot from its nook of the gauntlet circling her slender right forearm.

It latched onto the solid structure, forming a line between her and the building.

She gave it a tug, testing its sturdiness before gathering every ounce of courage she had and leaping from the building. Her stomach dropped as she went sailing, free falling for half a second before the line grew taunt and began retracting, pulling her rapidly up and towards the hook.

She landed feet first, gripping the ledge, heart beating so fast it felt like it could stop at any moment!

She hadn't even encountered the enemy and already she felt…thrilled.

She took a calming breath, and looked for a way inside.

There was a little window carelessly unlocked leading into what she assumed was an attic type space as it was fool of crates cover with sheets caked in what had to be several years worth of dust.

Starting so high up was a rookie mistake as it took her quite a while to find the action.

Or rather, stumbled into it.

Creeping out of an office room were two armed men wearing black shirt with a red cloud on the front.

Both sides froze, shocked to see each other.

One of the men snapped out of the trance first.

"Who the fuck-"

Lunging at both, she struck him in the chin and his buddy in the gut, then spun a strong kick that knocked them both on their asses. She followed them down, finding vulnerable spots on their neck and back with her metal clad fingers and sent hard volts blasting their forms through her gauntlets.

They grunted, stiffened, then went still.

Reaching into her utility pocket, she took out her silvered, titanium twine and hog tied both, then she took their guns and snapped them in half, feeling proud of the sunny metal she'd created.

Her gauntlets were performing well past expectations!

Once finished, she continued on.

She crept through the building, clearing rooms and halls as she did.

By the time she'd made it to the factory owner's office, she'd left twenty five men beaten up, shocked and hog tied, and felt sufficiently warmed up to take on the big boss.

They were in the middle of trying to crack a safe behind a painting hanging over the owners desk.

"Stop and put your hands," she commanded, holding back a wince at the softness that clung to her voice even when she was trying to sound authoritative, "you're all under arrest, drop your weapons!"

They looked at her, guns raised, expressions shifting from disbelief to hilarity.

The room erupted into laughter and elbow nudges, catcalls and whistles, even from the ladies among them!

"Well now," a bulky man cooed, crossing the floor to her, "aren't you a pretty little thing?!"

Though her cheeks pinked, a combination of embarrassment and annoyance, the petite woman held her ground, lifting her gauntlet fists and squeezing them, activating her offense electricity.

"Oh-ho," the man crowed, "little woman's got sparklers!"

Uproarious laughter.

His crackling uppercut silence the room and as their eyes swung to the man on the floor, Hinata launched into action.

The room was small, working in her favor.

They were too compacted to fight very well.

She bloodied two noses, elbow a sternum, kicked out a pair of legs then ducked a sloppy right hook, following up with an open palm to his chin.

The sound of a gun discharging had her ducking for cover behind a bookshelf far away from the wall enough for her to fit. She crouched down as the pistol coughed, tapping a button on her gauntlet to activate her lily shaped smoked bombs.

Opaque white smoke filled the room.

"Can't see shit!"

"Get her before she gets away!"

"Where is she?"

"Behind the bookshelf idiot!"

"I don't even know where the hell that is anymore!"

Hinata took off, bursting from her hiding place, relying on her senses to strike bodies on her way out.

All hell broke loose as she made her escape.

Bullets whizzed, men shouted, and footstep thundered after her.

She got a bit lost in the chase, taking a left when she meant to take a right, accidentally running back into office spaces she'd already cleared until she found herself a bit boxed in.

There were pursuers behind her, but she heard pounding feet up ahead.

She'd have to fight.

She rounded a corner, fist raised, lightening crackling only to find herself face to face with a set of luminous blue eyes…

…and the wrong end of windsphere, Foxman's signature attack.

Lucky for her, Foxman was as shocked to see her as she was to see him and the half a second of surprise clued him in that she wasn't an Akatsuki member. One hand gripping her crackling arm at the wrist, the other holding the deadly circle inches from her abdomen, he stood frozen in time.

"What the hell?" he finally questioned, "who the hell are you?"

Her mouth opened, an explanation on her tongue, though she questioned her ability to articulate it properly considering she was standing before the Foxman. Her idol, her motivation for getting off her chair and taking action.

Movement behind him snapped her from starstruck reverie.

A gang member was raising a semi-automatic.

"Behind you! Gun!"

He was moving before she finished, carting her off alongside him. Hinata latched onto the strong planes of his wide back as he tossed her over a shoulder and whipped them around the corner she'd just come from so fast her head spun.

"Guess that means you're not with those guys, dattebayo," he noted, setting her on her feet, then gave her a once over, and maybe it was merely wishful thinking, but his eyes seemed to linger here and there before he met her gaze again, "didn't know there was another superhero in town. What's your name?"

A spray of bullets hit the hall wall, swiss cheesing the concrete.

The splash of violence didn't seem to faze him.

Introductions under gunfire…

…the moment felt absolutely surreal to her.

"Hi-" she caught herself, what was the point of the costume and secret identity if she blabbed her real name, "L-Lightening Lily," she corrected.

"Lightening Lily," he repeated slowly, as though tasting her name on his tongue, "kick ass name."

Thundering footfalls captured both their attention. Naruto gestured to the sharp corner, then moved towards it, pressing his back to the smooth surface. Hinata took the spot beside him, readying her gauntlets for confrontation.

The glinting reflection of a security camera high in the corner caught her eye.

She tapped his shoulder, and pointed.

He looked up, taking in the group of armed men slowly headed their way.

They counted down to three with nothing more than a connection of their gazes and then launched into action.

LFLFLFLFLFL

Within a dreamlike forty-five minutes, the gang had been rounded up, the police were there with a paddy wagon, and Hinata felt like she was floating on air.

She didn't think her day could get any better than fighting by his today, however, she was wrong.

As they stood watching the line of thugs hop into the stretched van, he cleared his throat.

She turned and looked up at him, flushing softly beneath his direct stare.

"So, uh, word on the street is that dick head Deidara's planning on robbing the third national bank on Friday," Foxman announced, giving her a curious, slightly bashful glance, "if you're not busy that day, I'd, uh, love to fight crime with you again, dattebayo."

Time stood still.

Was he really…

…asking her to join him?

Together…

The two of them together?

The legendary Foxman and little nobody her?

"Woah," he caught her weaving form as it abruptly decided to get better acquainted with the ground, "you alright?"

His arms were velvet over steel, holding the pliant give of flesh but reinforced by pure, unadulterated strength. If she wasn't dizzy before, she absolutely was now, and the heavy, intensity of his baby blues weren't helping.

"Did you get hurt back there?"

She shook her head, "I-I'm fine…"

His grin was devastating, wreaking havoc on her insides and sending her heart aflutter, "glad to hear it. You must be feeling tired, was this your first time?"

She nodded.

He hummed sympathetically, "first time I took down a street gang, I threw up after. It happens, it'll get better over time, don't worry."

"F-Foxman?"

"Hm?"

"I…I-I'd love to…join you on Friday…" she admitted shyly.

His slow smile left her fighting for consciousness…

"Alright! Then it's a date!"

…and those words ensured she lost the battle.

LFLFLFLFLFL

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