Simplicity is Complexity
Chapter 3: Remembering Your Face.
Disclaimer: Naruto shall be mine when I leave this rotten hellhole. In short, I still don't own it.
Legend:
"…": Speech
'…': Thoughts or listed in italics only without brackets whatsoever.
Scene changes are written inside bolded italic brackets.
AN: Okay, I am very happy to hear that my attempt on this fiction was not a waste or pathetic. Relieved, yes, and at the same time I should tell you all about my reason for writing this one instead of Downfall of the Light 3.
I feel that DFL3 really isn't going anywhere. First of all, no one really likes it. Second, people hate my main OC, which is Naruto's son, because he is such a fucking jackass. Three, I got a feeling the story will go on for a long time but the thrill is dying. Four, everyone just wants him dead. If people want Shani (the OC) to just fucking die, then I will make 1 or 2 more chapters to wrap up the entire story.
My second reason to start this story… some of you said it was a counter attack against yaoi –in which I can't say it's incorrect- but the real deal is really because I can't stand the fact that only a several authors' fictions are recognized.
I don't believe for a second that I can't do something about it, and thus, I persistently write.
Sure, I am not a pro, and hell, I am not the most ideal writer, but that doesn't mean I don't put effort into it. I went from one style to another just for the sake of being versatile, and so I could write in a broader perspective instead of sticking to the same thing over and over again.
I doubt certain stories are good, just because this "supposedly-good" author wrote them. As far as I know, they could be writing crap, and yet people will say that it's great –great crap. Fame people, all they care for is the fame despite what is really given to them is low-quality shit! It really discourages me as someone who actually sits down to think of a new, proper, original storyline to see some RE-USED theme but changing the sentences and pairings slightly, and then call it their own.
Then… everyone loves it.
This fanfiction sector is just as messed up as Gundam SEED Destiny (GSD), most of the readers here are nothing but people who not only love the same thing repeatedly, but focus on the fame instead of actually caring about the quality of the work. People… this is very sad.
I will be adding more philosophies in the next chapters, since I am taking that course now. I really do hope I continue to keep it original, since that was always my goal in writing instead of making scenes of cliché trash. After watching GSD… I am disgusted; disgusted how people can admire such fucking shit, and yet they still fail to realize BANDAI is a model company, and GSD is to sell their models! That anime is nothing but an image to corrupt the minds, and I hate the human mind being toyed with such darkness.
As for sarcastic comments for some readers; I seriously doubt you would want to know how I talk now.
Let's move on…
(Evening in Konoha; same day that Naruto came back)
A promise was a promise, and I agreed that I would tell her everything that I was feeling deep down. How I didn't want to do it, I repeated those words in my head, but my heart told me otherwise. I shrugged a little to calm myself down while I walked, and meanwhile I stole another glimpse of the timid girl following my every move.
Hinata… why? Why was I willing to share my conflicts with her? Who was she to me? Even if she was a kind soul, the fact that she was a total stranger didn't change. If I ever wanted consulting, the logical and suitable decision was to search for the ones that actually knew me. There was Iruka-sensei, or Kakashi-sensei, Sakura-chan, Shizune-nee-chan, Tsunade-baa-chan, and most importantly Jiraiya. However, amongst all these ideal candidates I listed before, I chose someone at complete random. Hinata, what made me trust her? Logically speaking, I could doubt her sincerity, since I didn't know much about this cute girl. But then again, somewhere in my heart it assured me that Hinata was someone I could trust.
The worried looks she gave me from time to time should be the evidence I needed to believe her genuineness. Over these years, I hated myself for not able to be open-minded.
"Where are we going, Naruto-kun?" Hinata asked, her voice seemed to be more fade as I took each step onward. I realized that I was walking too fast.
I stopped on the spot before I waited for her to keep up with me. "Gomen…" I said simply, suppressing most of my emotions. "I didn't notice that I was walking too fast… Gomen, Hinata…"
"No, no, I was just too slow." There it was; she was blaming herself again despite it was my fault.
"You asked me something just now?"
"Hai… Ano, where do you plan to go?"
"No idea," came my flat reply as I observed this vicinity. Damn it, I was still within the developed part of the village. My sense of direction sure was dull tonight.
"How about… the forests? You know… the area where you used to train with your old team." she offered kindly. I raised my right eyebrow a bit at her suggestion. Although there was nothing wrong with it, perhaps it wasn't the most prudent decision during the night. Alone in the dark woods with a charming young woman; she liked me; I liked her; she made me want to kiss her but I couldn't yet… who knew what my hormones were capable of when the fires of ecstasy reigned supreme?
"You sure about that?" I questioned her one more time to see if she would reconsider it. I felt my face flinch when she blinked back innocently, as if nothing was wrong. At the same time, how did she know where I trained back then? Forget it… I banished that thought for the moment.
"Why not? No one ever goes there when it's this hour. Besides, I am sure you can share things better if you are alone… with another person, I mean." With those sentences, I almost thought her judgments were absolutely correct. In fact, they weren't wrong, since she was doing it with good intentions. Maybe I was the one assuming too much, because I was thinking of dirty thoughts. If Hinata ever discovered the corruption in my head, I was confident that disappointment would merely be an understatement.
Then again, Hinata also displayed purity. Could it be that she was so innocent and gullible that she believed nothing was wrong with a guy and girl alone at night? When I thought about it more clearly, perchance Hinata just didn't mind if the guy was Uzumaki Naruto.
"Sure, sure," I told her, giving in for the third time tonight. "I'll do whatever you say."
"This isn't dictatorship, Naruto-kun," she said, smiling considerately. I was wondering when I would get sick of that smile of hers despite it matched her personality perfect. It was just a joke; I couldn't find a good reason to hate it. In fact, I loved it. "You can suggest something, too, and I can go along with it."
"My mind is blank right now," I lied. Actually, I wanted to go home and forget about this thing entirely. "Why don't you make the shots?"
"The shots?" she inquired with confusion, obviously she didn't know such brash language.
"It means make the decisions."
"Oh… well, Naruto-kun… why don't we just walk around some more?"
I snorted before my mouth formed a grin, but not a powerful though. "That's fine with me."
(Several minutes later)
We stumbled upon a flock of Sakura trees; they were exquisite and blooming wildly. The 3 year absence did more damage than I thought, since I completely lost track of seasonal time. I failed to notice if the weather was fall or spring, and I still had no idea despite the Sakura petals were falling off from their branches and leaves.
Konoha folks frequently came here during this season back then to enjoy the scenery. Nowadays, it was strange to see this place ever so empty. Tsunade assumed that the spirits of the people here have died down somehow due to the Sound Invasion years ago, and now everyone was preparing themselves to save their own sorry asses instead of spending time to relax. So much for tradition, I thought sadly as I watched more and more petals falling to the ground, and it could've been kept if that bastard Orochimaru just kept his ambitions to himself.
So magnificent indeed and yet nobody wanted to witness its loveliness. What a shame…
"Naruto-kun," I heard Hinata calling me again.
"What?"
"Catch!" she cried right in front of me and tossed a pile of petals that she collected right in my face. It blurred my vision, but more importantly, some of them went inside my nose and mouth. She was laughing, amused that I was suffocating. This outrageous treachery would not be forgotten; I sworn at the cost of my life. "You fell for it!"
"Teme…" I hissed, my hands turning into fists of rage and hate. "You shouldn't have done that, Hinata…"
"But you weren't moving," she teased back, picking up more petals on the grass and squeezed it tightly. "Hitting Naruto-kun is fun."
"I am sure, Hinata, I am sure," I said, nodding with a sinister smirk, "Rest assured… I am certain that hitting Hinata-chan here is just as nice." The 'chan' suffix I used was sarcasm, of course. Behind my back, I also gathered a petal ball using chakra before I revealed to her. I heard her eep a little as she ran away to dodge; as if I would let her escape!
"Don't hit me, Naruto-kun!" she pleaded while laughing with glee.
"Too bad…" I whispered, a grin never leaving my face, "You started it!" Not giving her any chances to escape my wrath, I dashed at her at full speed as I whipped the petal ball right at her. I had to thank Jiraiya for teaching me how to use the Rasengan like a fragmentation grenade; those practices sure gave me the strength to throw with utmost accuracy. In short, I struck Hinata cleanly on the back, making her giggle adorably.
"Yamaro (stop), Naruto-kun," she prayed for mercy, although she was having the time of her life when I tossed the second petal ball at her stomach. Hey, I was having my share of entertainment, and I was planning to enjoy it. "This tickles…"
I made my third weapon by now, and it was ready to splatter all over the poor cute girl. "You shouldn't have crossed me then," I said with a laugh of exuberance before I sneaked behind Hinata and smothering it all on her head. She screamed loudly, but due to happiness, and scooped a handful of pink flower petals to throw at me. I shifted my head slightly, and thus, I dodged. However, with her emotions high, Hinata immediately tackled me in a glomp, and it caused me to fall on my back.
She took this to her advantage. While I was down for the count, she covered my body –starting from the face- with grass and Sakura petals. Moving my head towards my chest, I gasped to see myself being treated as if I was attending a burial –and I was the one going to be buried!
I spitted out some of the grass covering my lips in order to speak. "Hey!"
"Be quiet," she ordered, putting a finger on my lips, "Mummies aren't supposed to talk."
"But I'm alive though! Besides, I am supposed to get bandages, right? Not Sakura petals."
"I have to find a replacement," she chirped pleasantly as she tried to seal my mouth with more pink flowers. "It's comfortable, isn't it?" When she kindly reminded me that I was being covered by Sakura flowers, that was when I tried to calm down and relax. Hinata was right, it did feel good. In fact, the softness that was brushing against my skin soothed my nervous system in a miraculous way. I smiled although I was trying to keep a straight face; and Hinata's grin turned into a caring one when she figured out I was enjoying this 'burial'.
"Yeah…" I said, despite that I kind of expected that I was looking like a mess. Hopefully, Hinata didn't put any of these flowers in my hair, or else my appearance might portrait me as a hippie –or worse. "It does…"
"I always loved swimming in these petals when I was a little girl," she said, as if she was recalling something magical from her past. The tone she used was a rare one, since I picked up some remorse and desire.
"Yeah?"
"Neji-ni-san… kaa-san, and otou-san would play hide and seek with me when I was just a little girl… and then they would never find me when I hide underneath the Sakura petals because I was so small and quiet. They could spend hours trying to search for me but they never found me… I loved those times… when it was time to go home, then Father would use his Byakugan, meaning that he surrendered since that's considered cheating in hide and seek. He would pick me up under my arms when he finds me, and then spins a several times so I believed that I could fly. He would hug me, then whisper in my ear 'Looks like my little angel is the champion again'…"
I nearly cried. No, not because it was a touching story, rather, Hinata was weeping by now. Everything from that instant to a several seconds later became a blur, since I didn't realize I was beside Hinata, holding her by the waist and pulling her close to me, therefore, I could let her cry onto me. It truly pained me to have my demonic eyes witnessing Hyuuga Hinata (the timid yet passionate female shinobi) pained and lost. It didn't take a wise person to understand Hinata, but I wanted her to share just a tiny bit more so I wouldn't be making any wrong assumptions.
"Hinata, why didn't your family play hide and seek with you later on? Did you grow tired of that game?"
"No…" she replied, resting her head on my shoulder as tears flowed down her eyes, and then to her cheek, and finally onto my jacket. "It's not the game, Naruto-kun… it's the family love that I miss…" I slapped myself mentally in that instant. Idiot, I was such an idiot!
"Then why did they stop?" I inquired, hoping that would redeem the pathetic display I performed earlier.
"Because of Hanabi…"
"Hanabi?" To be honest, I had no clue who this person was.
"She's my sister, my little sister that's 5 years younger than me…"
"Full blooded?
"Full blooded."
"What does she have to do with this?"
"Because she was stronger than me back then," Hinata explained, showing no hostility towards her younger sister, although I thought Hanabi was the source to Hinata's sadness. Luckily, I didn't start accusing anyone just yet. Patience was the key to most successes; at least that was what I learned when I was out there. "And Father… he doesn't like weak people…"
"You're not weak, Hinata," I assured her wholeheartedly, "If you are weak, then why are you a chunnin? Chunnins aren't weaklings if I remember, and because of that, you're not a weakling."
"Father doesn't think so…"
"Give it some time, Hinata," I continued to think of the right things to say, and so far it was heading in the right direction. Thank God that my brain wasn't going FUBAR on me now; and if it was… I could always stab it with a cue-tip. "Results don't just appear like that. However, if you still got the title of the chunnin, then you must've been something." I was deeply relieved to see her tears dried up, seeing her joyful once more had the same effect on my soul. I was right; Hinata's happiness was contagious.
Her lavender eyes sparkled a bit before the shine disappeared and replaced with a mere surprised look. "You know that I am a chunnin, Naruto-kun?"
I nodded while answering. "Sakura-chan had been bragging about that fact the entire time I was there with her earlier. If you don't find this too embarrassing, I will tell you my situation."
"I don't mind, Naruto-kun."
"Thanks. I am still a genin. Surprised?" Her response was to shake her head. "How come?"
"There is nothing to be shocked about," Hinata said, removing her head away from my shoulder to look into my eyes directly. Once she lifted it, I actually missed her head being there. "You just haven't had a chance to show off yourself at any chunnin exam yet. I am sure you have improved a lot over these years."
"You're giving me too much credit," I said, somewhat snickering behind my jacket collar, "What makes you so certain that your guesses are right?"
"I can hope because Naruto-kun is someone that could give everybody hope." Typical naïve Hinata… she was so clueless now, wasn't she? I pitied her.
"Maybe you believe that so strongly because you don't know all of the facts."
Hinata only twinkled her eyelashes before she blinked her eyes. Clearly, she wasn't catching my initial message. "What do you mean, Naruto-kun?"
"My words are simple. You wanted to know what happened to me out there for the past three years, right? I am only too welcomed to tell you. I highly doubt that I got much stronger despite that I was training most of the time. I could've been strong, but I am not. I am not strong… in fact… I felt more alone than ever…"
"But, Naruto-kun… you have your sensei with you… how could you be alone?"
My, my, my… it looked like we would be here for a long time… Hinata just didn't understand… I couldn't blame her, yet it frustrated me beyond limits to explain everything to her.
Troublesome and a pain in the ass indeed.
"Jiraiya, you mean? Forget about him, he's more of a lecherous companion than a sensei."
"Companions are still good," suggested Hinata, brimming with gullibility with each word. How was she raised in the Hyuuga household anyway? At a minimum, shouldn't her father taught her about mean men that loved raping women, and especially she had a noble bloodline? I would be devastated if someone else besides me took away her innocence!
Iie! Iie! Iie! I didn't think that! That didn't happen! It was all a misunderstanding! Damn hormones, it was all the hormones' fault. They were to blame!
"You really don't realize the dangerousness of Jiraiya. He's only good to be with if you are openly perverted, and unfortunately, I was not. He tried to persuade me to become one such as taking me to bars, strip clubs, read sick magazines, experience one-night stands, watch hentai movies, encouraged masturbation, proofread his 'Icha Icha Paradise', peek at women in hot springs… it was unimaginable… I didn't know how much he knew… perhaps he was good enough to be a professional pervert… Jiraiya… he attempted to convert me pretty often on the first month or two… and then… he gradually stopped…"
"Isn't stopping his sickness a good thing, Naruto-kun?" Hinata questioned, glad to know that I resisted so many trials to turn corrupted. However, Hinata didn't get the real picture.
"Believe or not, Hinata," I said, devoid of passion. To the least, I tried to maintain a small fraction of it. "I wish that he did continue it… so I could at least have someone to talk to."
"What do you mean?"
"Jiraiya gave up hope on me to become his precedent, and therefore he went doing things on his own. He would have breakfast, and then give me new instructions to a new exercise, and lastly he would take off to the town while leaving me there all by myself. He would go for the local strip club or something and get high, and wouldn't come back for lunch… maybe dinner… and sometimes he wouldn't come back and sleep. I would be alone for the entire day, and if I was lucky he would return by morning, holding in a vomit.
"He was frequently in a mess, but it didn't look like he was suffering. In fact, he was happy, happy because he got to see all sorts of women who found pleasure in wasting themselves. What sluts!"
"Whores, Naruto-kun," corrected Hinata knowingly along with an understanding smile. She was starting to catch on to my story.
"Right," I said, silently thanking her. "He chose to have sluts… no, whores as a substitute than training me, because he feels that women are more fun. Some of the time, he would… I don't even know how to say it… he made love to the women he met at random, just because he found their breast size unbelievably large…"
Hinata clapped her hands together in front of her mouth, desperately trying to conceal her shock and possibly aversion. Her cheeks were pink, and her body seemed to be scrunched due to nervousness. If I knew women, Hinata was now extremely vigilant around perverts.
"What… what happened next, Naruto-kun?" she asked for more, despite that there was a high possibility that the next news would be more disgusting and sick. If that was the case, then I had good news for her.
"It became like a routine," I continued, "I would wake up and find myself alone with a note saying 'Craving for women. I will be back later'; do some training until lunch; eat lunch alone; do more training; have dinner; have some exercise; and lastly sleep. It gradually turned into something that was usual… and I never felt more apart from human connection…"
"Poor Naruto-kun…"
"Jiraiya would be here from time to time during meals, but then he would want some female company and expect me to train. Once I mastered it, I would look for him in town… naturally I look for those inappropriate places, since the chances of him being present were too high. Unfortunately, my philosophy proved to be correct each time. I remember one time… I walked in on him… just when he was about to have sex with a large breasted bitch…"
Hinata gasped –very audibly.
"Yes, yes, Hinata," I said, discarding her gasping for later, "I know that woman took off her top in front of my face, nearly making me suffocate. During that time, I was devastated, and not because I lost all my innocence. Actually, I was hurt because I saw the hopeful look on Jiraiya's face before he found out that I walked in. That face… that damned face! He was happy, like really happy! In that one second I could tell that spending quality time with me instead with that slut-"
"Whore."
"Right! He believed that having sex with that whore was more important that to spend time with me. I know he didn't need to occupy all of his time on me, but the least he could've done was not take all his freetime in strip clubs! Can't he be like a father figure? I don't need to ask for such expectations, but he can't even dedicate himself to be a proper friend. I was talking about his face just now… Hinata, do you know how painful I felt when I realized that my importance compared to that slut was nothing? After being his student for so long… wow… he preferred some random slut just because she was zealous about having an orgasm.
"Andropause, yes, andropause would solve everything! That man deserved andropause! Oh, damn fucking hell I was praying for andropause! Once that happens, yes, the world is awesome! The world is fair! There is hope for the hopeless! The moment his hormones died down, there should not be a reason why he wants to have sex, and thus, he should come back to train me. Secondly, I could finally keep myself sane."
Although Hinata wanted me to continue with my sense of immoral outrage, there was something she didn't understand. "What is andropause?"
"You know what menopause is?" Luckily she nodded. Hinata wasn't as ignorant as first imagined. "Then andropause is like menopause but it happens to men." She gave out an 'ooooh' with a nod, and thereupon I knew she figured it out. Nevertheless, I needed to continue but she beat me to it.
Hinata comforted me by rubbing my hands with hers. I wasn't expecting a bold move –especially not from someone as bashful as her, "You were really dejected, weren't you, Naruto-kun?"
"Yeah… who wouldn't be? And I really thought that I would start talking to a ball just so I could hear myself talking and not dead silence. It's ironic, Hinata, it really is…"
"What is?" she asked, holding my hands tighter. She was warm… so warm…
"Why people are considered insane… Let me ask you this. If you see me talking to a bowl of ramen and speak back at it as if that inanimate object answered my statements, would you picture me as insane?"
From the look I was receiving, Hinata strongly thought so. "Naruto-kun shouldn't be talking to an object, that's not normal."
There, I caught her right at that mark. "That's where you're wrong, Hinata. In fact, I am not insane. I am pretty much sane for all that matters. Don't you see? That's where the irony is. The reason I talk to something that is not alive is because that was the only way to keep myself in tact. However, people see that as insane, abnormal even. People picture me as insane while I am trying to do everything I can to be sane. Isn't it sad?"
"So are you saying that you almost gone crazy?"
"Pretty much," I admitted casually.
"Is that why you started to draw? You know, to experience more excitement and meet new people?"
Although it wasn't the absolute truth, I decided to play along with it. In fact, the reason why I picked up drawing was how during my confusion I was fascinated at how this world could contain such beautiful scenery; where as the human race were worse than 10 times the overdose of rat poisoning.
"Yeah," I said, skillfully speaking lies without breaking my calm expression, "It serves as a way to remember happy things…"
Hinata's next question took me off guard. "Do you keep track of someone else's delightful times?" It was a unexpected question, but a very good one nonetheless.
"I do. Nande (Why)?"
"Can you do something to remember about tonight?" Tonight? What was so special about tonight? As much as I hated to be a party-pooper, I was miserable when I refreshed my damned memory.
"Nande?"
"Because I am happy… happy that Naruto-kun finally told me what was bothering him." Was she for real? She was actually had a splendid time because of listening to my torment? Was she a sadist? There were plenty of presumptions of what sort of person Hinata could be; a caring one; a natural caregiver; a sadist; a manipulator of feelings; a concerned girl; a good liar; someone who likes me; and lastly a girl who could love me.
Why of course! It all made sense now. Hinata… she must've been a sadist.
"You are?" I asked, keeping my assumptions behind my head.
"Naruto-kun… Don't be sad…"
"I'm not anymore… I got over it."
"Can you draw something that can remember about what happened tonight? I am happy, I really am… because I got to know what is on your mind. Naruto-kun… although you really like Sakura-san… can you please think of me when you are sad? I… I… I am here for you… and… I don't want to see Naruto-kun frowning… If you keep it as a part of your good memories… I am sure Naruto-kun would smile more…"
"Hinata…"
"Gomen, gomen,"she exclaimed, her cheeks burning again, "Sorry if I was asking too much from you… it's okay if you think it's too much work, since art is hard and-"
"Iie," I said, comforting her as I rubbed her back, due to the fact we were still cuddling with another, "I will draw." A knowing smirk came across my face once something hit me. "You know, Hinata… I figured out what you were trying to ask me at the ramen store." Sooner or later, I gave a mischievous grin –more or less a serious one instead of my foxy grin.
"What?" she squeaked, obviously not prepared at the sudden change of topics.
"You wanted to ask me if I wanted to draw you, right?" Yep, I was sure sharp, and damn hell I was proud of it. Judging from her overwhelmed blushing face, I congratulated myself on the inside, knowing that I trampled over her defenses at long last. So, she wanted me to draw her. Why didn't she just say so?
"Naruto-kun…"
"How about I draw you with these Sakura trees?" I offered. I had a feeling she was going to ask me that sometime in the future. She quickly nodded happily. The only problem was what sort of action should she be doing in this scenery? The last thing I could ask for was for her to stand in different poses like a model would. At the same time, I couldn't decide, since each picture of Hinata would be perfect.
I resorted to the last option. "Can you fool around for a bit? I'm sure I could think of something then." To my shock, Hinata shook her head in refusal. Also, she was adorable when she did that. "Why not, Hinata?"
"Fooling by myself is boring," she said, pouting while expanding her cheeks. "Naruto-kun, play with me, too."
"What do you want me to do then?"
"Want to throw petal balls at each other again?" she suggested, grabbing a bunch of fallen flowers as she raised them high to the air before it fell down like feathers. "It's raining!" she exclaimed, totally captured by the magnificent display of wonder. "It's beautiful…"
"Not as beautiful as you…" I whispered involuntarily, since I was fantasizing about Hinata.
"What do you say, Naruto-kun?"
"Nothing! Nothing!" I spoke in a hurry, hoping to forget that sentence I said earlier. I had to change to subject –and fast. "You said you wanted to play petal ball fighting? Fine, I accept your chall-"
I was whipped in the face before I was done. I heard Hinata laughing as I tried to wipe out the flowers off my face, and I growled when I noticed the softness of these things made it stick to your skin like a magnet. "You talk too much, Naruto-kun!" she laughed some more to my discomfort.
"Is that so…" I questioned rhetorically while gathering the petals from the ground using chakra, "You'll pay for that cheap shot!" Without warning, I threw my attack at her, and I grinned once it shattered on her shoulder. She wasn't impressed despite she had a smile on her face. I could've sworn I saw a devilish glint in her eyes, and I was right, since she immediately tackled me by the waist, and causing me to fall on my back.
Like last time, she began to stuff petals in my hair and everywhere appropriate. I couldn't believe it… I was losing to Hinata! What a pathetic display of helplessness! I, Uzumaki Naruto, was getting pummeled. She laughed cheerfully when I struggled to keep clean, and of course my defenselessness merely encouraged her to do more. Although I was going to be defeated, I felt like a winner, because hearing her joyous voice spreading delight was more than I could ask for.
Hinata should never be unhappy.
"Okay, okay, Hinata, you win…" she didn't seem satisfied when I declared forfeit –especially she had more petals to smother me with.
"Want to play again?" she asked, hopefully and innocently.
"But…"
"I'll take that as a yes!" Next, Hinata giggled and dumped all the flowers above my head.
That was it… Naruto had to strike back. Before I could react, Hinata was already running off behind the trees, desperately trying to break away from my onslaught. "You won't get away from me, Hinata!"
Time did go fast when we were having fun. The next time I looked at my watch, I found out two hours just went by. In addition, Hinata seemed exhausted.
(Twenty minutes later)
I supposed we overdid it earlier, but watching her enjoying herself this greatly satisfied my soul. In other words, I didn't have the heart to destroy or stop her fun. After that two hours of pointless (but enjoyable) Sakura petal-ball fight, Hinata fell asleep as soon as she took a break. I wished that she slept after she told me where she lived though. It just never occurred to me that Hinata could be tired despite I was feeling okay. It wasn't like I didn't know she lived in the Hyuuga mansion, the only problem I had was that I didn't know where it was located. Being a considerate person, I couldn't wake her up when she slept like a baby. Quiet, smiling, blushing, and even moaning pleasantly from time to time.
Utilizing some of the swift skills I learned, I scooped up Hinata onto my arms in a bridal style before I got her on my back. As soon as her cheeks touched my neck, in a natural impulse, Hinata thought it was a pillow. My ears picked up her moans, and my mind safely presumed that she had a cute smile plastered on her lips. However, I kicked those thoughts out of my system when I needed to know what my next move was.
One, I could find someone who knew where the Hyuuga mansion was. Two, take her back to my place and apologize to Hyuuga-sama (Hinata's father) the next morning for failing to take her daughter home. I only assumed Hyuuga-sama was a reasonable person. In short, I decided to gamble. It was quite obvious that I took Hinata back to my place.
By the time I got back home, the first thing I did was place the resting girl onto my bed. Luckily, she didn't have her large jacket; or else I had to take it off. With the top she had on (which was a small wind jacket along with the Hyuuga symbol, and blue T-shirt) I was quite sure she could sleep comfortably. I had shorts and more baggy T-shirts, but I couldn't do something as to strip her until I saw her bra and underwear, and then dress her with the clothes I want her to wear.
Jiraiya would do that though. Seriously, he would, because not only could he see what brand of lingerie the girl was wearing, he also had the opportunity to slowly slide them off her. It would be even better if she struggled a little, since it showed the girl that retaliation was futile, the panties were destined to come off. I could skip the details of the next part… I think I lost count on how many times Jiraiya lost his virginity…
Hinata slept so serenely; any guy that watched her for ten minutes could smile. And without knowing, that was what I did. Snapping out of my thoughts, I searched my guestroom drawers and closet for a blanket, because I kept additional things there before I left the village. Fortunately, Hinata never moved my stuff, and as of result, I found what I needed quickly.
I covered her from neck to toe, trying to make sure she was warm. Once she smiled warmly in her sleep, I felt relieved. It wasn't time to disturb her now; in fact, I shouldn't be here alone with a girl despite that it was my room. For now, it was her room, and a girl needed all the privacy she deserved. After closing the door as quietly as I could, I didn't intend to enter the room again for the night.
Although I left Hinata to rest at eleven, I didn't sleep until five-thirty in the morning. An inspiration hit me the moment I exited my room, and I knew this was something that ringed in my head in a lifetime. I took out my art book and utensils immediately and began on another piece.
Six hours later, I finally had my results. I looked at it again once I was done; I smiled with so much confidence that I could proudly announce that this was perfect. This picture… this picture amazed me that words could not express. Hinata… all I thought about was Hinata at that time. Because, just because… I had Hinata kneeling on the magenta petal covered grass, admiring the sight of Sakura flowers falling down from their trees, as if they were feathers of hope and joy.
Closing my sketchbook after a whole night's worth of work, I actually felt anxious to show Hinata. I prayed to hear good comments of her. No, there was no need for that. A genuine smile was good enough for me.
AN: During the course of writing this thing, I have noticed some things. Has it ever occurred to you that NaruHina fics can be boring?
I am not saying my fic is boring (nor would I ever want to picture myself writing shit) but there is something that authors can do to make the fic dull.
NarutoHinata fics are only good (in my opinion) if the author describes the hardships, difficulties, and process of them being together. Each person has their own perspective and ideas, and that's what I wish to see. Once they are together, well, there isn't much to talk about them since they have successfully triumphed over all their problems. In that case, the story should be ending so the readers could imagine what sort of beautiful life after.
If the story insists to continue, then make conflicts and dilemmas towards their marriage and chance of lovemaking. And lastly, the next step is to make the actual lemon very, very lemony…
Ah, the wonders of lovemaking… how exciting.
If Naruto and Hinata successfully lose their virginity to each other, then yes, it's REALLY time to end the story. Why? That is because there is no excitement for the crowd afterwards –unless there are more extremely well done lemons.
Okay, what I am trying to say is that Naruto and Hinata already kissing and hugging in the beginning of the fic is not normal. There really isn't much fun to see them as a pairing if readers don't know how it happened. For a romance fic, like, dude, authors can't go around having the pairings set and perfect, and then expects the readers to watch each couple kiss each other while completely in love. Like, you guys see what I am trying to say here? Although I am glad that they are together and all, but the entertainment, the suspense, the gold readers were looking for are completely cut off!
A vast majority of NaruHina fics now show no development in their relationship; that, my friends, is true. And so, not only will this story be a counter attack to those yaoi fan girls (damn, their imagination levels surpasses mine beyond imaginable), it would also be a balance between straight fictions. That is my goal.
See you all later; and please don't get yourselves killed before chapter 4 arrives.
P.S: The next Author's Note will NOT be this long. Ja!