Simplicity is Complexity
Chapter 9: Illusion's Goodness
Disclaimer: Hey, I don't own Naruto, you know that. Stop pestering me about it and don't sue!
AN: A chapter influenced by Dave Chapelles' 'I'm Rick James, bitch' comedy. I don't really got much to say, other than to apologize to fixing this chapter so slowly. I am trying really hard to make this work perverted yet going underneath rated Teen. Eventually there may be lemons between Naruto and Hinata, but the process of them loving another would take some time. Thank you for baring with me for so long. It must be a real drag.
Your support is what keeps this fic going. And I am starting to detect that my BS'ing skills are going over the line, like, some kind of arbitrary line stepper… You get my point. I hope this piece of work is just perverted enough. I will try my best to make Hinata and Naruto's relationship yummy.
Have fun, my fellow readers, and let your imaginations release.
(In front of the Hot Spring Inn on the same day)
The girl group did not have a chance to see town, and so they were automatically declared the winners, and I, although was with them, knew that I needed to pay up later on sometime during this trip. Not that it was a heavy loss on me though, since I was going to use my money for a good cause than to waste it on useless pieces of shit. Mainly sluts –or whores, as Hinata kindly put it- in sex bars, in which Jiraiya took great pleasure in paying every single time like the pervert he was.
I took a small glance over at Tsunade, our Hokage, and I definitely wasn't all out impressed with her hyperactivity that matched a six-year-old's. She leaped up and down; half-screaming and half-cheering with pure joy that someone was going to pay for tonight's dinner. Being the devil's advocate, I thought she was jumping because somebody offered her an infinite supply of drugs like cocaine or heroine along with a load of syringes. I wished she showed some of that positive trait in people's mission success compared to her usual ways of merely handing them another mission, as if they were machines that needed no rest.
What also frustrated me was how the guys weren't here yet when we had been here for over forty-five minutes. To the women, it wasn't much of a problem when they could socialize amongst themselves. I, on the other hand, found no meaning to do these things to rid myself of this boredom. Instead of trying to butt into their business, which was considerably rude for a guy, I isolated myself from them and stared into the beauty Mother Nature had grown for us to use and watch upon. Hinata was still beside me, holding onto my arm without a want to let go, but at the same time she wasn't making a sound, yet her hands played with mine. I got the idea that all she wanted was to spend time in silence, but of course the least she wanted from me was to return something than merely observe her playful acts. I liked her affections; I just didn't know how to respond to it.
I had to say Hinata resembled an adorable parasite that loved to accompany its victim wherever they went. But instead of being annoying, she made her prey smile due to her own charming cheerfulness that was like a disease, yet no one was convinced to consider it as such. I loved her smiles, I truly did. Regardless of how I pictured it, I appreciated Hinata more than I disliked her. How could anyone not adore her though? It was almost an impossibility! However, disturbing as it might sound, a parasite that was loving was undoubtedly not a good sign.
"Something bothering you, Naruto-kun?" she asked me, projecting her voice for the first time for the past hour after holding my right arm until it had no feeling remaining. It worked better than any tranquilizer I knew of. I wondered if she picked up on any medical skills like Sakura –although I had no confidence whatsoever in Sakura's healing capabilities since I imagined her killing me than saving me. Next time, if I would ever encounter a wound that required surgery, I could just ask Hinata to hug it. I turned to face the Hyuuga princess with a smile on my face, and she returned with an even sweeter one, in which warmed up my heart for the better.
"Not really," I assured her, making a several delicate touches in her hand to make her eep out in surprise, "I am just wondering what Jiraiya and the rest could be. You know that they shouldn't take this long. The town is close by after all."
Hinata thought otherwise. "Oh, you know they could be doing some shopping in town." She eyed me curiously, wondering why I resorted with a queer look than an understanding one. "Naruto-kun?"
"As far as I am concerned, men don't go shopping. It's a principle, like no matter what the circumstances no one slaps a guy. Even if it's fashionable in the old days like in ancient history where they come up to you with a glove, and WHAP, and then say 'I challenge you to a duel' or some shit to that degree. But you know there's going to a gun fight after that! Someone's just gotta go –dead! Okay, I am not saying that men don't buy stuff, but they surely don't do 'shopping' like you women would put it. In fact, men won't go shopping until it becomes mandatory, and it's really a pain in the ass just trying to convince them to move even if you gave two sets of bribes."
"Only you are like that,"
"I know I am speaking on behalf of a vast majority of males out there."
"Really?"
"Of course."
"What if someone asks you to take them to go shopping? Will you do that for that person?"
"Depends on who it is."
"What if that someone is me?"
"You, Hinata?" I questioned, somewhat taken aback by her sudden inquiry, "I don't know… Wait, you like shopping?"
"Shopping is fun!" she chirped happily, taking the liberty to hold my hand again, "Would you come with me if I asked you?"
"Would you want me to come?"
"Certainly! I would love it if you take me to a mall or something," Hinata said, cuddling at me cutely, "How about taking me to town later, I am sure we will have fun. You like it if we pinky-swear on it?" She then released one of her hands on me and positioned it a foot in front of me with her pinky finger sticking up. Her face shined with innocence and delight.
"You still use this method to keep promises?" I was impressed with her childishness. No, rather half disgusted. Needless to say, keeping it deep inside was much more beneficial than declaring it out loud like some sort of senseless moron who thought life was too long for its own good.
"I'll only use it on you, okay?" she asked for my permission in a giggling form, "Are you going to pinky swear or not?"
"I will, don't worry. But don't blame me if you have too much fun at the hot springs that you forget to go, okay?"
"I'll make time."
"I doubt that, Hinata."
"Well, then you just have to do a good job to make this trip fun. I want you to have fun, too, Naruto-kun."
"I know you do, Hinata. Don't concern yourself over me that much, I will be fine. My objective is just to relax. Having fun is merely an option."
She began to blink adorably, as if she was giving me a silent order to obey. What was she trying to force on me, you ask? It should be fairly obvious. Take this trip casually, easily and entertain myself; indulge myself, for no one else could. When she chose to be cute, I couldn't resist it even though my tolerance level was high. Hinata was easy to please, and clearly her influence was beginning to rub off on me in the most unexpected way. "Fine, fine, fine, you win," I said, despite myself, "I will try to enjoy myself, but don't expect me to do it gracefully."
"I love you," she told me again suddenly, taking my body into a deep embrace.
I merely hugged her back in a natural response, in which I did not know why I did such a thing. Besides, her hips were as soft as her cheeks; and what an honour to be able to touch them without her consent. "I know, Hinata, I know." I really could have come up with something better.
"Isn't that them?" she pointed out, stretching her hand towards the direction behind me. "Hey, it's Neji-ni-san, and Jiraiya-sama. Wait, they seem to be carrying additional things that they didn't have when they left Konoha. They are in grocery bags."
That caught my attention, and as a result I turned around slightly to achieve vision, "Grocery bags? Did they go shopping for food? Come on, Hinata, let's see what they brought." It was rare that my curiosity took the best of me –above all when this subject involved Jiraiya in it. I was seriously losing my touch.
"Maybe I should have came with you instead of you coming with me," she said sweetly, kindly accepting my hand before she followed in a jog. A happy face never left her as she ran.
"How come?"
"Then we could've gone shopping."
"In a grocery store? Get real. I don't have much liking to such places. To be honest, I always have a desire to exit those areas, and the sole reason that I stay in there for more time than necessary because it is unavoidable to buy the things I need. If I don't go around to get the stuff, Jiraiya certainly would not have."
"You don't like those places, do you? In fact, you hate a lot of places. Why, Naruto-kun, do you make a supermarket sound like a sex bar?"
"Maybe because it is?"
"That is absurd."
"It won't sound that ridiculous if that's another spot where Jiraiya flirts with women," I replied, snickering in a wince, "I do the shopping and he goes around hitting on women, whether they were married or single."
I saw her eye twitching –continuously, as a matter of fact. "Supermarkets, too, Naruto-kun?" I returned her questioning with a small nod, "Where else does he try to flirt with women?"
I wanted to laugh at this point. However, her solemnity could not be trifled with humour. In short, she wanted a straight answer than to have me make it into a joke where she did not find it amusing. I did concur that a straight forward Hinata was a rare Hinata, but unmistakably I could not neglect the fact it made me feel slightly uncomfortable knowing her eyes were drilling holes through my skull to obtain my valuable knowledge; in which must be concealed for the betterment of everyone around me.
"Where else… you ask…" I began, walking slower than before, "That list is long… In supermarkets is one… um… Let me think. Well, on the streets practically anywhere; also bars; and in bookstores; or parks; or perhaps in shopping districts of certain towns –especially on those special festival dates where he has the chance to look at women with kimonos, and hopes to find ones with large breasts; and finally –although I only listed a few- in hot springs."
My last one shocked her, and with her new source of fear, perhaps, she immediately hugged me and buried her face in my chest in the most endearing fashion I had seen her in. I was glad that no one saw us –hopefully- but this was exceedingly embarrassing. "Ano… Hinata…"
"He looks at women in hot springs? Why didn't you tell me!" the Hyuuga princess practically screamed at me in the most vicious voice she could summon, in which wasn't much, since she loved me too much to be rash. Then again, there was no way anyone could see Hinata being a bitch –although she could be though.
"I tried-"
"No, you didn't," she retorted sharply.
"Fine, I didn't. But at least I found it really weird that he is making this vacation take place in a designated area such as this."
"Do you think…"
"Think what?"
"That Jiraiya-sama will peek at us?"
"By 'us' you mean you girls?"
"What else do you think I am talking about?"
"Right…" I replied, somewhat dreary over this issue. "Yeah… come to think of it, I am kind of suspicious about the entire ordeal about sending me with you instead of allowing me to stay with them."
Hinata, as expected, did not find my philosophy to be a problem at all. In fact, she disagreed on a majority of my logic, but she chose to counter it with grace than brutality. "Maybe you are thinking too deep. I mean, Jiraiya-sama was clearly doing a favour for me." Then I felt her arms tightening our embrace, and standing there like an idiot, I was blushing as she half moaned, half spoke in my chest. "If he didn't, I won't be hugging you right now."
I had to keep my act together, and thus, I tried my greatest to defeat my timidity for good. Why couldn't results just come instead of itching its way slowly? "You just don't know Jiraiya, Hinata," I said, kind of bluntly, "I find this trip awfully suspicious, if you want my opinion that is."
"Well, this vacation wasn't intended to kill you or any of us," she said, filled with an unbelievable amount of delight and optimism, and in which I never knew any human being on this wretched existence could invoke if their sanity was still on track. "We might as well have a good time."
"Correct that. Hinata, this trip was never meant to kill you."
"And it's going to kill you?"
"Probably."
"You're too solemn about things. You changed so much, Naruto-kun. Can't you do this for me? All you need to do is have fun, have a good time, and be careful at the springs."
"I should be saying this instead of you, you know," said I, as I proceeded to kiss her cheek because she deserved one, "I know I won't get peeked at no matter what. I am a guy after all."
At the same time, I detected someone coming for us. That invader happened to be my perverted sensei, conveniently.
"Flirting again, I see," he began, taking big, clumsy, old man steps with an unknown shopping bag swinging on his left arm, "I know you like Hinata-chan, Naruto!" That caused the girl beside me to have her cheeks burning for the hundredth time.
"Just because we were having a conversation, in which you kindly interrupted, that doesn't mean it should be considered flirting, sensei."
"Sometimes, Naruto, sometimes you can be so gay…"
That got my fire inside to enrage, ready to explode if provoked any further than necessary. "What the hell did you say?"
"Nothing, nothing, Naruto-sama," he returned his own contemptible sarcasm, and of course I needed to deliver some back later on, "Aren't you at least interested in what I may have in my bag?"
I narrowed my eyes. "Nani?"
"Here, Hinata-chan," he said, putting his right hand into his shopping bag before taking out two 600mL bottles of lemon green tea. He then handed her one. I took this opportunity to steal a glance over at the front gate of the hot spring inn, and I had to say that I was quite surprised to see Neji, Lee, and Shikamaru (with grins that really did not suit their usual attitude) handing Tenten, Sakura, and Ino a bottle of beverage. Tsunade and Shizune had one, too, and I only assumed Jiraiya gave that to them before he came to proceed with his insincere greeting. "I didn't know what flavour you liked, and so I got you something at random. That walk must have got you thirsty."
Hinata accepted it gratefully. It was safe to assume that any sort of negativity she had on him was starting to vanish, and what irritated me was that she had the legitimate reasons to do so. "Arigato, Jiraiya-sama…" stammered Hinata, as she handled the gift she received delicately, "And… I don't really mind what flavour I drink… a lot of them taste good after all…"
"Why are you calling me Jiraiya-sama all the time, Hinata-chan," he said, ruffling her hair purposely to tease her. Luckily, it went back into what it was in a matter of seconds. "I already said you can call me Jiraiya-kun. You know, to lighten up the tension of undying respect."
"Thank you… Jiraiya-kun…" Hinata promptly said back. I caught her intentions were still made due to Jiraiya's high status than do it completely willingly.
"That's more like it!"
I decided to join in this chat despite that I had no motives whatsoever other than to take the other drink that was in Jiraiya's hand. "Sensei, is that one for me?"
"This?" he questioned back, eyeing the cold drink in his hand, "Oh no, this is for me. Sorry, I didn't get you one nor did the other guys." He then slowly untwisted the cap before he allowed the freezing, delicious sweetness pour into his mouth as it reached his taste buds with utmost satisfaction like what a bitch would do. "You really should be having one."
"You could've bought me one," I said, clearly annoyed since I was neglected –more so deliberately.
"You do have money on you, right?" Jiraiya inquired, pointing to my pant pocket. "If you want one so much, then feel free to go to town and get one. I'll even tell you what shop I got it from."
"That's not the point!"
"Then what is?" he questioned, mocking his curiosity.
"It's-"
"Rather than yelling at me, don't you hear Tsunade is calling for us? Come on now, you two, we need to get moving." Just when I was about to protest, Jiraiya beat me to it. This time, when his head half turned around, I felt my body froze up the moment I saw a one eyed stare, which the frostiest glaciers in this world could not match. What happened… how did his persona change this fast? No, that wasn't to blame… Why didn't I stay more on alert?
"And one more thing, Naruto-kun," my mentor continued despite my discomfort as his eyes remained the same before closing it like Ichimaru Gin from an anime I began have an interest on. His lips formed the same grin. "Two can play at this game. You are not the only one who knows how to act like an ass."
Again with the Merlin's Laugh… that was how he laughed this time as he walked slowly back to the crowd, leaving Hinata and I behind. I was devastated. Rather I was disgusted at myself for being so weak. In addition to everything, I detested that man to the core. How dared he just barge in as if it was nothing! Why did he have to interfere like a mother-fucker?
This was one of the facts that I disliked Jiraiya –not like that whenever he gained knowledge Jiraiya made it public didn't piss me off enough. How he acted fatherly or as someone who showed care could agitate me greatly, since there was always something that forbade me to drop all my guard. It wasn't elusive, yet it was so close in my grasp that it frustrated me to no end every time I fail to realize what it was.
I wanted to kill somebody –anybody. A life would be enough to ease this relentless rage. But someone seized my arm before I charged it up with raw chakra. I was surprised to see Hinata holding it, and her eyes were looking into mine kindly, as though she wanted me to stop and watch hers with the same lovingness she showed right at that moment. Not only did my master lust for sex, she also craved for blood from time to time; and now, I was in the mood to terminate.
However, just seeing the Hyuuga princess' exquisiteness calmed my mind.
"Don't be mad, Naruto-kun," she said, squeezing my hand gently, "This isn't something that is worth getting pissed off about. It's just not worth it."
"Don't you understand how angry I am, Hinata?" I roared, struggling as hard as I could. The results were little, if anything. What did she do to me that made me stop to this extent? No matter, the important thing was that I halted before my rage consumed me fully. "Hinata…"
"Feel better now?" she asked, overflowing with sincere concern over my well being as she continued to rub my hand, showing that she cared. I swallowed hard before I nodded to reply. "Are you okay?"
"Not bad enough that I want to end my life," I replied, releasing all the tension in my body as I took in a silent deep breath.
"Don't say things like that,"
"You wouldn't understand…"
"You always say that people don't understand," said Hinata, looking at me intently, "What makes you so sure that people are as ignorant as you say they are? Maybe I do understand, Naruto-kun. Maybe I know how to sympathize for you because Neji-ni-san did that for me when my father was still an ass to me. So don't you go around accusing everyone to be a negligent fool, Naruto-kun, I completely know how it feels like to have a guardian like him."
"You do?" I examined Hinata, completely touched by her wisdom. Obviously, I chose to keep my astonishment to an absolute minimum than to make it explode.
"Yeah," she chirped, smiling with glee as she seized my cheek to kiss it. To my surprise, I actually kissed her back on the forehead. She, needless to say, radiated like a strawberry, or it just wouldn't be Hinata anymore. "Naruto-kun…"
"You know what," I said, taking her by the chin before pulling her in slightly for our faces to be close, "I really do think that I will love you eventually."
"You mean that?" she inquired, filling with bright hope. From the look of this scenario, she wanted me to kiss her again –but more intimately and on the correct spot than the forehead. Sadly to say, I wasn't that bold yet.
"I do, Hinata, I do."
She became so happy that all downhearted events that happened earlier were completely forgotten; a wretched hindrance of the past. She snatched my right hand with her caring ones as she pulled me back towards the inn. "Come on, Naruto-kun," she said, enlightened with sincere rapture, "Let's make this into the best trip ever!"
When she desired the outcome to be as such, it was hard for me to destroy her hopes. In the end, I grinned, squeezing her hand warmly as the two of us ran back to join the crowd.
Hinata was indeed a shocker.
(Inside the Inn, twenty five minutes later)
Without having a need whatsoever to elaborate, it was only logical to have the women and men to have their own party rooms, in which, of course, gave access to our bedrooms. Our room wasn't that awful; in fact, I had to say the owner of this place –and perhaps associates- gave some thought in decorating it. Surprisingly, there was a Japanese flag nailed beside the door as… a hood ornament? There were plenty of antiques in the right places, and the design was chiefly influenced by older folks who assumed that they were educated enough to be fashionable in art.
Even so, although they might be educated well, they weren't professional enough to identify what was necessary compared to what was not. In short, smart wanna-bes.
In this six hundred square feet living room had two short tables that was adequate to sit eight right in the middle; the beige coloured walls gave this room a bright atmosphere, in which I desperately needed; the west end consisted of a 32 inch TV with great sound systems and several game consoles with several games matching the respective game systems; there was also a small kitchen from the south west corner for us to cook anything we wished. The east side had four slide doors although we had five of us in here, and Jiraiya, unfortunately, kicked me out and assigned me to another bedroom, but I was allowed to use any of their available facilities until a vast majority of the group went to sleep.
In short, I wasn't all too welcomed.
The north wall was filled with slide doors and windows, in which led to the balcony, where the hot springs were right below us by three stories. Not the greatest sight, I had to say, since all we could watch were males taking their baths or dip. As I stepped outside to the balcony –alone, mind you- I grimaced to see that other rooms in this hotel were able to actually witness some scenery, where as we had to watch men in a hot pool doing their business. Worse was what was built on the left side. There was a tall brown wall, reaching the rooftop of this four-story building, serving the purpose as a divider to prevent neither gender to peek another during their baths.
In my honest opinion, I believed it was made for the protection of the women; unless women were much more vicious than men when it came to sexual urges that males cherished the wall more than anything during their time in the springs. Evidently, that was a sight very unruly to see. As I gazed upon it again, I certainly did not look too fortified, but its existence was enough to do its job perhaps. From my location, which was, unfortunately, fifteen feet away from the wall, there was no way I could take a look at what was behind it. It was a secure security; at least that was what I assumed.
Then again, maybe I was too ahead of myself.
Did I mention the girls were in the room that was west from ours?
"Naruto," called Jiraiya from inside the living room, "Come in."
I did as I was ordered, moving like a stoic, passive shinobi would before standing in front of him as he handed me something. "What's this?" I asked out of curiosity in a powerfully flat voice.
"Your key to your room," he replied, curling my hand together to hold the precious key safely, "Don't lose it, okay? Your room is the one across from us, room 329."
"I understand. Oh, is it a good room?"
"Better than your bedroom, that's for sure."
I liked his comparison; not like I told him out loud. Praising Jiraiya was no different from intentionally falling into a bear trap.
"Yo, Neji," said Lee, surprisingly energetic, "Let's have a contest when we are in the waters! We shall test our lungpower to see who can stay underwater the longest!"
"I don't know, Lee," said Shikamaru, and not the Hyuuga genius, "Even I wouldn't mind that much if this was a swimming pool, but the water here is truly hot. You sure you want to do something that ridiculously dangerous?"
To my surprise, and Shikamaru's, Neji, even if he found Lee's challenge to be as messed up as Michael Jackson's face, found the idea amusing, and perhaps it was worth a shot to try it out. Neji changed –a lot, actually.
"You know what," the said genius announced, putting his hand on his hips confidently, "We don't come to the hot springs too often, why not give it a try?" Shikamaru and I, unbelievably, stared at them (more or less Neji) after that ridiculous, yet profound, statement. Was he really the same Neji I used to know? Somehow, I liked the old him more despite he was the absolute ass amongst the Konoha twelve. Compared to Neji, Sasuke was a joke - an imitation of the real deal.
"You're not serious…" said I, choking a little, "Are you wearing a… wire? Did Tenten promise you sex if you keep winning Lee at these challenges?"
Neji steamed up, but not without a blush. "What the hell are you talking about, Naruto!"
"Nothing that wouldn't embarrass you, my dear friend,"
Shikamaru, luckily, did not stop his witty mouth that spoke more intellectual statements than mine. "Naruto's got a point," the Nara chunnin stated, putting both his hands behind his head, "You really have been acting crazy ever since you and Tenten became… friends… I doubt if her nature didn't rub off on you. You are a daring person from day one I knew you, but now… you are a crazy audacious hot-blooded sucker."
"Perhaps that was too harsh," said I, wondering if that was going too far. After five seconds of consideration, I considered my prior words invalid.
"None of you are going to do any crazy shit, okay," I heard a voice coming from the west direction. And I felt my eyes close slightly when I saw Jiraiya kneeling next to the wall with a cup over his ears, as if he was trying to listen to whatever audible from the other room. "I am responsible for your safety," the sannin said, "So no stupid dares, you hear?"
"But, Jiraiya-sama," said Lee, somewhat curious at what my mentor was doing, "What are you up to…"
"Quiet down, Lee. I am trying to gather information…"
"Information?" I repeated in an inquiring fashion, "Now?"
I had a bad feeling about this… And he was complaining about us doing stupid dares?
What a hypocritical bitch my sensei was; and still is today…
"This is perfect," said Sakura and Ino in unison, dropping their bags near the short table, "This is so nice!"
Tenten, who opened the window to allow some fresh air to enter, looked over to her lover's cousin and smiled when she noticed Hinata was in her timid form. "What's wrong, Hinata?" she asked out of kindness and genuine care, "You seem unhappy."
"Oh no," said Hinata, snapping out of her dazed state, "You're mistaken, Tenten, I am not unhappy. I am really happy!" The Hyuuga princess made a big, cute smile, "See, I am happy."
"You looked like you were getting a trance from the clouds,"
"Am I?" Judging from her voice, she was losing interest and strength in this conversation before her eyes trailed to the blue skies.
"Are you thinking about Naruto?"
"What?"
"I know you are thinking about him," said Tenten, crossing her arms understandingly, "I think about Neji just like you do. Maybe not as often as you, since I see him regularly, but in your case, I bet his return was like a blessing –or a providence. I have to admit that I am glad that he came back, too."
"You do?"
"I feel happy for you,"
"Thank you, Tenten,"
"Did you confess to him yet?"
Hinata slowly nodded to return her friend's question. What surprised Tenten was that Hinata's response did not appear to be too energetic. Subject matters that related to love usually had delightful results, and if the outcome was the opposite, it was tough for Tenten to picture anything hopeful. She just hoped that her next words did not transform into tools that could wound Hinata emotionally knowing how emotional the innocent, adorable, younger girl truly was.
"Um…" began the weapon mistress, scratching her head a little, "So you confessed?"
"Yes."
"Did he… Did Naruto… reject you?" There, she finally said it. Those were one of the toughest words that she had to say in her life. One praying continuously repeated in her head, hoping that Hinata did not take it too hard. To her comfort, Hinata did not seem to react. She was calm; too calm.
"No, he didn't."
"Oh! So he accepted you? Then you should be happy, Hinata! Isn't that what you always wanted?"
"He didn't accept it either…"
"Then what did he do?"
"He said… Naruto-kun said that he might love me… eventually…"
Tenten felt like exploding, and perhaps she had an incredible urge to march out of her room and come by mine to strangle me by the neck until I declared out loud to the world that I loved Hyuuga Hinata. Of course, that didn't happen, or I would be making love to the said girl by now. Without me knowing, until Hinata told me later on, the Hyuuga princess saved me by calming Tenten down to a reasonable state. Even so, Tenten still contained a lot of dangerous power that was waiting patiently for the perfect victim.
"Don't stop me, Hinata-imouto," the older chunnin lady announced, trying to pry out of the pathetic hold Hinata temporarily made up, "I am going to kick his ass. I just came up with something better. I'll break his ligaments! How dare he not know how to appreciate a gorgeous, loving girl like you? You know what, he doesn't deserve you."
"He does, Tenten-nee-chan," corrected Hinata softly and delicately. In an indirect way, it was a soothing way to relieve anyone's emotional tensions that was threatening to erupt like a massive volcano, "He is just confused. He needs more time."
"Time? Who needs time to think about loving you? I love you, too, as a sister, of course, and I didn't need the so-called 'time' that Naruto require. I know sisterly love is different from romantic love, but you know what, Hinata, you are very lovable. I will strongly believe that Naruto is an idiot if he doesn't find it in his heart to know how great you really are."
The Hyuuga princess flushed up with a fusion of humility and embarrassment; somewhat delighted but shocked at how her friend could compliment and praise her to a degree where Hinata never even considered herself to be. Was she that great in people's eyes? If she was, she sure felt good about her qualities for once. At the same time, she was grateful to Tenten to lift her spirits from the depths of the abyss to decent.
"Arigato… Tenten-nee-chan…" Hinata stammered, blushing intensely as she remembered all those compliments she received. "Really… thank you so much…"
"Don't mention it,"
"Tenten, Hinata!" Tsunade shouted to catch their attention, and in which the two mentioned girls did comply, "You guys can talk later during the day. What we need to do is unpack and get to the springs as soon as possible. The sooner I get a dip, the sooner I can drink some sake!" Hinata felt her eyes turning into slits, and Tenten was no exception. Both sannins on this trip shared a problematic problem. The male was a professional pervert, and this one adored gambling and alcohol. In fact, they were such addicts to their own dilemmas that universities and colleges, if there were any in that era, would hire them as professors to teach students how to be the best pervert, or the best drunk at the age of 25.
Not being cynical or anything, but I had an extremely good sense that their student could come back a several years after graduation and share their successes. In theory, recalling old times and generously offering insightful knowledge was a good quality to have. Then again, it wasn't that great when they say things such as 'I hit the jackpot of drinking ten bottles of sake without getting drunk'. Or 'I've become a millionaire –millionaires are billionaires after taxes- solely by grifting', or perhaps 'I grope women so well that they actually like being groped!'
Who knew what the future held? I had plenty of philosophies in my head that had yet to be released to the general public. If anyone picked up being a drunk, there was a high possibility that in their accident report to the Hokage would look something like this: the pedestrian looked very indecisive in buying a piece of candy, so I smashed my beer bottle over their head to have an extreme makeover. Or maybe 'I knew the poor guy would not make it to the other side of the road when I stabbed him during my deep intoxication'.
"Yeah," agreed Sakura, taking off her top, showing off a crimson red low-cut swimsuit, in which showed enough of her developing cleavage. To be more precise, if she lowered it by a centimeter, she would reveal some areas that were considered forbidden –and possibly have bloody results if any males were nearby. "I want to take a swim early."
"You really won't be needing that kawaii (cute) swimsuit, Sakura," said the Hokage, patting her student on the head, as though she was her mother, "Hot springs don't require you to be wearing anything."
Hinata gulped nervously. "We are going in there naked?"
"Well, of course we are going in there naked. Don't worry about it, Hinata, it's just us women. No men would be taking a peek at us, so don't you worry. Everything underneath those clothes of yours will be our little secret." Hinata, on the contrary, still did not find those words promising enough. Something just kept nagging her about this whole ordeal that she couldn't identify despite her efforts. Probably due to something I said, I guessed. As the Hyuuga girl raised her head to look at Shizune, she was curious as to know why Shizune wasn't feeling all too comfortable about it also. Hinata was a sharp girl, she knew Shizune was old enough to banish the inferiority to compare her body with the other girls because there was a confident, yet distinct, aura. Even so, Hinata could not deny that Shizune felt something… irritating, as if it was almost elusive.
"I don't know if we should do that, Tsunade-sama," warned the Hokage's attendant with good intentions.
"And why not?"
"I don't know if it would be safe enough…"
"What do you mean by that?" asked Ino, very inquisitive as to know what Shizune could be so worried about on a peaceful, relaxing, unsuspicious day. Little did she know, there wasn't anything but fear, fright, and concern.
"I have no intention of going in there with anything," declared the Hokage sharply. She was as stubborn as I was when a decision was made. If she had that much dedication to her choices, perhaps a marriage would do her fine. "Clothing in hot springs is nothing but a restriction. It feels so much better wearing nothing."
"That's not what I meant though," Shizune pestered on, hoping that her master would understand where she was coming from. "I mean, Jiraiya-sama is here as well. What if he planned something, and he got the others with him too… what if they all have some intentions that we don't know of? You know Jiraiya-sama more than any of us combined, Tsunade-sama, and you know he is a real pervert."
"I wouldn't worry that much about it," said Sakura casually, displaying no signs of uneasiness although Shizune poured her heart out to give out her caution out of generosity. "Everything is going to be fine, I swear it."
"Yeah," added Tsunade, brimming with assurance, "Jiraiya is not that openly perverted. He knows when to stop and be serious about things."
"Oh, but I AM openly perverted," said Jiraiya in a whisper, in which only he could hear, "You girls are really naïve… I am glad… Just watch out when Jiraiya-sama lays eyes on you all…" Now, he was in his own fantasy world where his imaginations went wild, and it became involuntarily audible to those within ten centimeter radius of him. "Obviously Tsunade will be my big prey… but those other ladies with her are no small fries either… I am in heaven… I am so happy… Everyone is perfect in their own way!"
Now he was just talking shit.
"Baka-yaro," I called out, forcefully bringing him back to reality, "What the hell are you doing, sensei?"
"What, what, what? You called, Naruto?"
"Rather than kneeling next to wall as if that is your son, maybe you want to get going perhaps? Neji, Shikamaru, and Lee… well, seem to be more impatient than I thought about the springs…" Whatever I just said was only half of it. Actually, their faces carried a thick blush; especially Lee when he held his fist with courage along with eyes that shot out passionate fire, which was adequate to burn up potatoes.
What had gotten into them anyway? They were sure much weirder than I first anticipated. I mean, people change, but their base morals and values should not alter this greatly. It was almost like they were desperate to enter those hot springs. For what reason though, I kept asking myself over and over but found no answer. There was no speck of want to dip in the waters, and yet they insisted to go. Something else was driving them, but I didn't want to be too skeptical about this, and definitely over my friends. However, I wasn't given a choice.
Did they want to peek at the girls?
"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming."
"We can finally go at last," said Lee, appearing even more cheerful than he was a second ago, "Come on, Jiraiya-sama, let's get moving."
"I think we can enjoy this," commented Neji, stretching out his arm as it made a cracking sound, "It has been a while. Naruto, you coming with us?"
"I think staying here serves my purpose more," said I as I opened my backpack to take out a novel that I was planning to read. If Hinata saw this, she would declare it as a deliberation to ruin the moments and purpose of this vacation. Imagine her ordering me to kiss her than to read a book. It could happen. But as long as I was out of her sight range, whatever I did was my own freedom, in which I cherished.
The expressions on their faces told me I was going to miss something enormous if I chose not to show up. However, as exciting as it could be, neither male told me what it was; as if they believed I knew what it was from the start. I had a general idea until I saw that 'grin' plastering all over Jiraiya's face. By then, I did not wish to be involved –for a very good cause, no doubt.
"Are you sure, Naruto?" questioned a curious Shikamaru, hopefully he was asking for it for the sake of my well being, "Shouldn't you be enjoying the sensations of the springs when you are in a hot spring inn?"
"It's too early for me to take a bath," I said, wordlessly praying that my justifications were suffice, "I had my share of fun before, don't worry. Oh yeah, I think taking a dip during the night is a lot better; it gives off the right mood. And if I dip in now, I wouldn't have the spirit to go in again."
"You really don't know what you are missing," said Neji in a voice where he held onto to his opinions very strongly. In another perspective, perhaps he was disappointed in my choice making skills, and of course, he thought of it as it though it was from the bottom of the food chain. He had such a straight face that most inferiors would possibly, unfortunately, give in immediately. However, I was not one of such.
"Don't mind me, Neji," I said back, "You can tell me all about it upon your return. I will be more than willing to offer my freetime to listen."
I was certain that everyone caught my thick layer of sarcasm. Against intellectual individuals, other than Lee, perhaps, my sharp-tongued attitude was destroyed before I had time to build up on it. It didn't matter in the long run though; all they needed to know was that I was not the smallest bit interested. I would try a more direct approach next time around.
"Very well, Naruto," said Jiraiya, seeing no meaning trying to convince me with his petty perverted ways, "Neji, Lee, Shikamaru, we should get going."
Just before they went, I could not help myself but to remind them of one more thing.
"Just try to enjoy your baths… Try not to do anything… stupid, okay?"
Jiraiya grimaced slightly, slowly pondering what I could have meant by that. In the end, luckily, he banished it as though I never said it from the start and hurried his new teenage friends towards the hot springs, leaving me all alone to do anything I saw fit.
I guessed the best thing left for me to do was to watch them from above in order to see if Jiraiya was going to peek at the girls, in which I had much confidence that was exactly his plan right from the beginning. I just hoped my witty thinking did not prove to be correct.
My reading wouldn't finish itself; I had no other choice but to flip open to the first page and began absorbing the fine art of Japanese literature from there.
(20 minutes later, down in the waters; women's side)
"This water is the best!" moaned Sakura in complete satisfaction as she slipped into the waters with nothing but a towel –that was the size of a washcloth, or slightly bigger. She certainly did not care about her body, since Tsunade saw it plenty of times during her injuries. I would not have expected Sakura's body to have encountered wounds before; not when I saw no scars whatsoever when she was clothed.
Tsunade, who was beside her, grinned happily. "Going in naked is a lot better, right, Sakura-chan?" Her young apprentice nodded delightfully in return, in which, needless to say, increased Tsunade's pride by a great deal because her philosophies were right for once.
Shizune, opposed to her master and Sakura, was a little self-conscious. Not that she was ashamed of her body, but rather something uneasy roamed the air, as if she could smell it. In fact, just in case anything did happen, she lowered herself as much as possible so only her nose, eyes, and hair were revealed to skies. At the same time, it was undeniable to say that the waters did feel nice.
"This small breeze surely makes the waters better," commented Ino, who had her washcloth on top of her head, and obviously had nothing on her under the waters.
"The temperature is perfect, too," added a content Tenten, sitting at the edge of the springs with her legs dipped in only. But she wasn't as bold yet to remove the towel that was attached to her like a second skin. Eventually, she would remove it though. The weapon mistress took in a quiet breath, and a smile came upon her face when she felt this was divine heaven where no one needed to be sad or ashamed of anything.
"Where is Hinata?" Sakura suddenly questioned.
"Is she still inside, Tenten?" asked Ino, shifting her eyes towards the older chunnin. The blond kunoichi had a mean glare for a second, obviously jealous at Tenten's gorgeous figure. Just by looking at her covered breasts made Ino somewhat envious, since not only were they large at the best aspect, the shape and development of it was growing all too nicely. Ino looked at her own for a second and frowned. Sure, her breasts were fine, too. They had size, texture, but when it was compared to Tenten's it was no contest.
"She said that she should take a shower before she comes in," replied Tenten, looking a little worried.
"That is sure a long shower then," commented Shizune, allowing her head out of the water, "Does she know what she is missing? I am sure Hinata-chan would love it in here."
Tenten, being like Hinata's older sister than she never had, took the initiative to remove herself from the springs and headed back towards the changing room area with only a washcloth size towel in front of her. All the women took this opportunity to inspect Tenten's backside, and they came to a conclusion that Tenten had a frame that every male would want. There was no subtlety to her sexiness; it was downright obvious, but Tenten's nature spoke otherwise. A very hidden attitude, yet an obvious seductiveness. As Neji would say it, she was a fusion of both traits, in which Sakura and Ino were deadly envious about.
"Hinata," called Tenten, trying to be as quiet, yet audible at the same time. "Are you ready yet?"
"No…" a stammered replied came from the inside, "Give me some more time…"
"You have been in there for over ten minutes now. How long could you possibly take?"
"It's just that… I am not really used to these things… I'm… embarrassed…"
"There is nothing to be shy about, Hinata-imouto-chan," Tenten always used the word imouto, or little sister in English language, to give Hinata more confidence. Or perhaps she did it to show that she cared. "We won't laugh at you or anything. I am sure your body is just fine."
"You're saying that because you have good breasts!"
The weapon mistress' face radiated a bright red when she heard that. The other ladies behind her nodded in agreement –to Tenten's discomfort, of course. She knew that she needed to pull of something quick.
"But… But…" It was extensively difficult to maintain her voice in tact. Curse that heavy blushing! At the same time, Tenten took this opportunity to look down onto her mounds, and she had to admit that they were considerably large. They were good shaped, too, as a matter of fact. Actually, they were large enough for her to suck on it if she ever had a desire to do so. It was no wonder why every guy looked at her whenever she walked by –not like that she never noticed though, but at this moment, she was a bit too self aware. "But you have good breasts, too. You just keep hiding it. There is nothing to be shameful about. In fact, you have beautiful breasts!"
Hinata was not easily convinced. Sometimes, she was fairly stubborn, but to a degree where it was considered annoying. "You are just saying that! I am not coming out!"
"You don't know what you are missing though!" Sakura shouted back from the waters.
"I don't care!"
The Hyuuga princess surely did not seem like a loud person. Then again, under these circumstances, it was not too surprising to destroy her usual character to get her way. A person had too many masks, and that alone already gave me enough problems in trusting people. At the same time, Tenten's next move shocked almost everyone, provided if we were there to see it.
Wild as a boar, she marched right back in the change room and literally pushed Hinata from behind out of the exit to reveal her to the light we called 'outside'. Hinata, having nothing but a towel that was long enough to cover her sizeable breasts and womanhood, was struggling with no means to stop until Tenten stopped her pushing. And needless to say, the weapon mistress had no intentions to end her efforts after getting Hinata this far out of the change room. However, with limited amount of coverage, Hinata's constant movements did not help the towel from staying on Tenten's moist body; especially not when she was beginning to brush through this ordeal with victory.
In addition to this female catfight, both of them were making quite a bit of squirming, fighting sounds, in which unintentionally sounded really erotic. And when it became audible to those who could not witness it with their eyes, naturally they would only assume that a sex scene was happening.
Moving my eyes from my book to the male pool below me, I remained as stoic as I could when I saw my friends and mentor butt naked while attaching themselves at the large wooden barrier. Their ears glued themselves at it as well, as though they were trying to eavesdrop upon what was happening to the other side. I noticed their blushes (Jiraiya had a naughty grin, if I might add) and in an immediate instant I figured out what was going on. Perhaps I should have expected this right from the start (not that I didn't though) but something pulled me back. Sure, I knew the women did not deserved to be taken advantage of because they were innocent, yet at the same time Jiraiya would not learn if I interfered.
After all my constant blabbing, should I step in? It all depended on how the situation went. I, being the intellectual one amongst the males (that word was used very loosely obviously), decided to stay up here for the games to erupt. Hopefully, the outcome would not be too devastating for this place. I prayed to Kami-sama for this inn to remain in one piece after everything was finished.
At the meantime, I pleasured myself with some more reading.
Of course, I hoped for good results.
"Was that…" choked the Hyuuga genius, coughing, face rivaling a tomato, "Was that Tenten… and Hinata-sama…" His face was fully red from experience "hot-spring-audio-sex", a term in which I made up at the moment, and any further blushing could cause him to suffer from blood inefficiency.
"Never knew Tenten was such a…" Lee could not even find the words to explain it. It was too overwhelming to bear.
"A bisexual?" finished Shikamaru, believing that it was the right answer.
"You're wrong!" snapped Lee, shaking a fist, "Tenten-chan is not a bisexual! How could say something so undignified about our friend, Shikamaru-san?"
"It's kind of hard for me to believe that when she is making love to Hinata, you know. Man, I can't believe that cute Hinata here is also one of them… what a shame, too… Must be difficult for Neji to bear, since the two most important girls in his life are screwing with another. His image would be scarred forever-"
"Urusai! (Shut up)" screamed Neji in a very non-Hyuuga Neji attitude, "You have no idea what you are talking about here! So stop making such accusations!"
"From what I am hearing right now, they seem to be having a good time,"
Neji, for once, was speechless. Words were throbbing in his throat and he did not have the courage to blurt them out. Never had he ever been so ashamed –and definitely had legitimate reasons.
Jiraiya, although enjoying the sounds coming from the other side, did not agree with Shikamaru. "They aren't making love, Neji." Hearing upon that comment, a spark of hope radiated from the Hyuuga genius.
"Is that true, Jiraiya-sama?" questioned Neji.
"Yes, and that's because I hear no orgasm sounds."
The three males paled up brimming with stun and partially disgust. "You can hear orgasm sounds…? What…"
"Maybe you guys are still young; perhaps that's why you guys never practiced generating chakra to your ears to increase your listening. I, on the other hand, am wise and filled with wisdom to love and share, have found a need to require this skill and not to mention is has brought me a lot of wealth and information, too. Oh, damn it, I was so desperately happy for a moment believing that Tenten and Hinata-chan were lesbians! That would have been so amazing!"
The three guys remained silent, but Neji was more or so sickened by it. What he was mad about was how he was half-wanting that to become a reality. Sure, he was disgusted at himself, but not without cherishing the moment of being safe from being discovered. Was this a sign of cowardice or was it being undignified. I knew nothing anymore, nor did I have the heart to start eradicating my ignorance. After all, not wanting to be a pervert was a lot wiser opposed to those who transformed to such with a passion; mainly Jiraiya, of course.
"Isn't that going a bit too extreme?" asked Shikamaru, surprised that he managed to keep a straight tone.
"Imagining Tenten and my cousin as lesbians… if you weren't a sannin, I would have hit you…" Neji said.
Then something unexpected happen right then and even I had a hard time refraining myself from reacting.
"Iiiieeee!" I heard a girl voice carrying much shyness and timidity screaming as if some protection was removed from her forcefully out of her consent, "My towel!"
Once I leered down to my friends, somehow I grew angry when I saw Lee's nose shooting out a deadly nosebleed, in which could kill him if his bleeding ceased to stop. From what I could gather at this second, the crimson, thick fruit punch might not stop until it ended his life.
"Lee!" Shikamaru called out as he went catching Lee's head before it smashed against the rock ground, "Are you okay… God, you are losing a lot of blood!"
"Hinata-san…" gasped the taijutsu master as if he was breathless, "So cute… she's the best… even better than Sakura-san…"
"Don't fantasize about Hinata-sama like that, Lee!" scorned Neji, face blushing like I never expected. Well, I didn't think that Neji could survive living up to the Hyuuga name if he ever developed a blush (not like Hyuuga's can't blush or anything) since frailness was a destruction to stoicness, and Neji's decision must never be countered.
What a bitch...
"Gomen-ne… Neji… I… can't help it…"
"Bastard!"
"That's why I hate kids these days…" said Jiraiya as he shifted into his solemn self, in which was played an expert or possibly even the professional. Hell, he was a master at his 'art'! "They can't seem to handle such small play." When he turned around to face the teens, Neji and Shikamaru felt a jolt searing through their bodies when their eyes laid upon Jiraiya's face –which was covered with blood coming out from the nose.
"Jiraiya-sama…"
"You're bleeding like crazy…" Shikamaru added, equally disturbed and worried. "And you were saying about kids…"
"Now that you've mentioned it," said the sannin, "I feel like I'm bleeding inside my chest…"
"Don't just stand there and bleed, Jiraiya-sama," pleaded Neji. Shikamaru had quite an honourable begging face, too. "Teach us how to have ultrasonic hearing. We need to listen just as much as you do."
"Fine, just focus your chakra into your ears and it should work like a charm."
And so they followed the instructions loyally before they joined in to eavesdrop. Neji and Shikamaru were surprised to discover how much they could actually pick up with chakra in their hearing. This was a natural gold mine for the perverted!
"Let's drill some holes, too. I am dying to see Hinata-chan and practically everyone else naked!"
Sakura's smile was as evil as I imagined it to be, and Ino was no exception. Poor Hinata was suffering from a timidity crisis, where she did not dare to come out of the water without her protection. It appeared that to encourage Hinata to be more open, Ino and Sakura –being good friends, hopefully- grabbed the towel away from Hinata's slim, yet gorgeous body. As a result, Hinata immediately slipped herself into the waters to conceal her body from everyone else while blushing furiously at the meantime. She never thought her friends could pull off something out of pure insanity. And from then, she never came out from the springs other than her head.
I sure could have used a moment to enjoy Hinata's arcane sexiness. Wait, what was I thinking?
"Oh, come on, Hinata," Sakura said, trying to persuade her friend to eliminate all bashfulness, "It's only between us girls from here and out. No need to be shy. You saw my body, too, so show me yours."
"You were willing to show it though," murmured the Hyuuga girl, blowing some bubbles in the water, "Give me back my towel… I need it."
"Oh, no you don't," Ino chirped in, putting a hand on Hinata's shoulder, "What is there to be scared about. You are really pretty, you know that?"
Hinata, as a timid girl, shook her head repeatedly –and hurriedly- with a thick blush on her face. She, surely enough, did not find Ino's comments to be legitimate. "I'm not pretty…"
"Oh, yes, you are," Sakura stated, poking Hinata's rear to make her squeal in embarrassment. The others, needless to say, took entertainment in it with a good laugh. "There is no way that Naruto would resist this pretty face. I know he won't last long before you." The gaze was more than uncomfortable to Hinata's taste, but she was not strong enough to ignore it. I could only sympathize for her, provided if I was there in person to witness it.
"Why are you talking about Naruto-kun, Sakura?" Hinata frantically looked around to find an escape path, but found it hopeless when she discovered there was none for her to choose from. Luckily, Tsunade and Shizune went to another side of the springs to have their enlightening discussions with another since they knew the teenagers needed their bonding time with another. However, Hinata had a strong feeling that they were talking about me in some ways. Expressions never lied –even a cunning person such as me had a difficult time to harbor up true emotions.
"Because we know you are crazy about him," answered Tenten, also having an evil look, "To be blunt, I am kind of crazy about him, too."
"I thought you like Neji," said Ino, splashing some water Tenten's full breasts, "You can't go around stealing Hinata's future, you know. Naruto is hers."
"No one said that I like him romantically, Ino," corrected the weapon mistress, snickering a purposeful dark grin, "I am just thankful that he changed Neji into what he is, or I wouldn't have made him open up, like how I opened up for him. And I still have not said a thank you for what he had done for me indirectly, and I think he doesn't even know I feel this way. I am very grateful to him, you guys…"
"You could have said something to him on our way here, Tenten-nee-chan," said Hinata, putting a hand on her beloved non-biological sister's shoulder, "Naruto-kun wouldn't brush you off. He's kind. I know that."
"I didn't want to ruin the mood. Besides, you were swooning all over him, Hinata-imouto-chan,"
Hinata blushed up with a full force of discomfort. "No, I wasn't… I wasn't swooning over Naruto-kun… I gave him space… from time to time…" The disbelieving looks she received were no help whatsoever. Hinata only sighed with a touch of failure before she tried again. "Okay… I tried to give him space…"
"You don't need to, Hinata," suggested Ino encouragingly; her inner fires burning with a passionate glow. "You have to hog him, like, make sure he won't have much private time to himself."
"Naruto needs no space when he needs to find out that he needs love to survive," stated Sakura, almost profoundly. "And I know that he's a real big pervert. And as far as perverts go, I know they can't resist a woman's pair of breasts –especially if the size and shape are good. Hinata, what bra size do you wear?"
"I can't answer that, Sakura!" the Hyuuga girl shrieked, moving her hands to hide her chest from her friends –who were, unfortunately- as if they were dangerous predators that loved to torment their prey before devouring it.
"Why not? I am trying to help you."
"What good is it to tell you my breast size?"
"So we would know if Naruto would like your body or not."
"He doesn't care about that, Sakura!"
"Sure he does, Hinata, don't be silly. Come on, tell me."
She knew she was defeated. "I wear… 35… D…" Hinata finished it with the thickest shade of red her cheeks could summon up. She couldn't believe herself for spilling this secret. Her friends' next words clearly did not ease up any difficulty she was facing.
"You have such big breasts, Hinata!" cheered Ino, hugging the poor Hyuuga girl although both were naked. Hinata, no doubt, was too considerate to push anyone away forcefully besides in combat. She was really not used to situations such as these. I, of course, was no exception.
"A small, cute body with such a bust line…" murmured Sakura, shaking her fist as if it was controlled by envy, "I wish I had that… I so want bigger breasts…"
"They kind of get in the way…"
"Tenten's are even larger than yours," chirped Ino, "You don't see her having a problem!"
The weapon mistress flushed up immediately. "Hey," she declared, "leave me out of this! Don't start comparing my body like that."
"You are so gorgeous," said Sakura, taking the liberty to look at Tenten's perfectly, generous cleavage, and certainly a spot over ninety percent of the male population would die to leer at, "I wish I had breasts like you… and hips…"
"You are beautiful, too," commented Tenten, playing the humble, mature young woman, "Don't put yourself down like that."
"You got Neji already. I, unlike you, don't got anyone."
"Naruto likes you, you know," said Ino, who was still hugging Hinata and teasing her breasts, "You should have gave him a chance back then."
"You and I both know Naruto is Hinata's, Ino," replied Sakura, smiling understandingly for once, "Besides… he doesn't really like me like he used to… He grew out of it…"
"Don't you think Naruto has been acting really weird?" Tenten suddenly pointed out as she recalled how I reacted during the trip so far. Something seriously made her frown. Once that was brought to the crowd, Hinata, Ino, and Sakura gave some thought into the question. In fact, they agreed almost immediately. "I personally found it strange when Naruto told Hinata-imouto-chan that he needed more time to think about it when she confessed that she loved him. Come on now, who needs time to consider that?"
Sakura and Ino nearly jumped hearing that, in which made a great deal of discomfort to the Hyuuga princess as their nosy natures dominated their logic. "You confessed to him?" Sakura asked, ripping through all the emotional barricades to get straight into Hinata's heart.
"And he rejected you?" added Ino with equivalent amount of nosiness.
"He didn't reject me…" replied Hinata, smiling very uneasily. In fact, it was a miracle that her face was able to form a grin despite how weak and fragile it was. "He said-"
"That's the same as rejecting you!"
"No, it isn't!"
"What kind of retard would put your love on hold?" challenged Sakura angrily, "That idiot haven't changed a bit! First he was like an idiot altogether, you know, in a general sense… and now he is a moron in romance!" Hinata looked at her hands that were poking another with her index fingers. She was speechless although she tried to defend me, and I had an idea when a rampaging Sakura was on the loose, it was tremendously difficult to stop her. Hinata was too kind altogether; that was for certain.
"Giving him some more time isn't a problem, you guys…" Hinata tried persuading her friends who were the same age as her; mainly Sakura and Ino. However, she knew she wasn't having that much luck.
"It will be a problem when you give him too much freedom," corrected the pink haired chunnin, as if she was an expert when it came to love, "Men always want to pick the right girl, like how girls want to decide on the right guy before they get married. And if you don't keep him close, he will have choices on other women aside from you, and if I know him… that guy will try to flirt with all the girls available!"
Tenten had her doubts, but she couldn't deny the fact Sakura's justification carried a lot of sense for once. "Do you really think so?"
Ino, believing Sakura talked too much, decided to step in to show off her brilliant intellect to Hinata. "Of course forehead girl has a point, Tenten," Sakura's temple grew a thick, throbbing vein hearing that comment, "Besides, Naruto is so handsome! Just looking at him at the academy made me blush, but I couldn't do it in front of the students. There is this very distinct aura around him… like confidence, or perhaps maturity. But almost any girl would fall for him and I know that. If I wasn't dedicated to Shikamaru, well, I would've hogged him away from Hinata."
Hinata was in deep thought during Ino's blabbering. She thought about what Sakura and Ino told her, or rather constantly reminded her of, and gathered a consensus knowing that both accused me of being a womanizer. Jiraiya was the chief rationale for anyone to assume that I was like him, and I detested it to the core without having the capability to justify myself. Hinata became worried and self-conscious towards her relationship with me at that moment; if she chose not to be initiative and more aggressive with this, there was a chance that she might lose me.
Merely imagining it brought tears to her eyes.
In all honesty, I wasn't interested in any other women. Hell, having a romantic liking for Hinata was already too much for my taste. I was supposed to be stoic, hard working, an anti-pervert, a responsible individual who knew when to set things straight etc. Having Hinata in my life was more of a distraction than a simplification, because I did not know how to make her happy. Perhaps one day I would find that solution I longed for, but then again, I knew time was not being so friendly when that princess of mine always wanted my feelings to come to her as soon as possible. Even if her efforts got her results faster by a day, she thought it would be all worth it.
She sure loved me too much when I didn't deserve such greatness.
Naruto-kun… would you ever consider on any girl other than me…
Hinata's imagination was vivid, wild, and imaginative. In less than a second, she already thought of a scenario. When she told me about it later, I wanted to question why she ever thought of such a thing. Here I was (in her head) in a strip club, sitting in the middle on one of those soft, rich, sway VIP red couches with a coffee table two feet in front of me that had multiple servings of liquor. With me in the center, there were at least six whores with large bust sizes waiting to have a piece of me in bed, and unfortunately, could only pick one despite one fucking on six was an offer that came once in a lifetime. Knowing that only one would be chosen the women were trying their best to seduce me, and surely enough it was more than satisfactory. Constant cleavage shots, panty shots, and sometimes my face would be buried in it just for them to score some points.
Hinata told me that I appeared to be having a blast of a time as I chugged down more wine as if I was swallowing beer.
I was fucked up by then. My highness rivaled Jiraiya's, or maybe even worse. I was laughing like a maniac; slapping those bitches asses; groping them by the breasts; pull the clothes that trapped their massive cleavages before using it as a pillow; I was just fucked up.
"I'm Uzumaki Naruto, bitch," I said in Hinata's negative fantasy of horrors while my right hand was holding a mug of beer and my left was groping some woman's giant breasts, "Sannin-in-training! I am one of the richest mother-fuckers of all times, the best you have ever seen. It's a celebration! I am dying to lose my virginity! (Insert idiotic, yet maniac-like laughter) Hold my drink, bitch."
"Hinata-imouto-chan… Hinata!" The Hyuuga girl failed to detect that someone was talking to her until she raised her head. She gasped instantly when her focus was back together, not knowing she just zoned out and having Tenten so frightened at the same time. Hinata moved her hands to her cheek; she grew honestly surprised when they were warm and wet. These weren't the hot spring waters, but they were tears. Was she just crying? How did it happen? She just wept without noticing, and Tenten didn't even know what caused this ordeal. Despite that, she was there to make things better. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah…" whispered Hinata, wiping the last bit of her tears away. "I got too emotional, ne?"
"What were you thinking about just now?"
"Nothing much…"
"No, tell me. I want to know."
"It's nothing, really…"
"You're lying. You were thinking about Naruto, right?" Hinata, in return, looked away, and Tenten was confident that she struck the jackpot. She didn't want to do this, but being honest and straightforward seemed to be the best. However, her efforts were interrupted when she heard a male's exclamation. Normally, Tenten wouldn't have bothered, but right now she was naked and on the women's side of the springs. She shouldn't be hearing male voices, and especially not ones that contained incriminating information.
"Can't you guys stop talking about Naruto for a change!" the unknown voice shouted loudly in frustration. Then it was muffled as if some people forcefully made the man shut up. What in the hell was that? Tsunade, at that instant, flared up with maximum rage.
"Jiraiya!" the Godaime screamed in a threatening roar, "I know that is you!" That alerted the other girls almost immediately.
"Shimata! (Crap, curse it, shit etc.)" my mentor cursed, knowing that they have been discovered. I would be surprised if they weren't after that enormous deal of unnecessary yelling. It looked like their fun had to come to a premature end, but my fun was just beginning. If I knew Tsunade, she should be going ballistic right about… now…
"We've been found out?" Shikamaru questioned, sweat building up faster than a volcano generating lava, "Kuso…"
"Isn't that obvious?" yelled Lee in a desperate panic, "We better make a break for it… And fast!"
"Where are we going to run to?" Neji demanded, and he was already standing up and ready to take a quick sprint. He was fairly hysterical if I must say so myself. "We got no place to hide!"
"Oh, yes, we do," replied the lazy chunnin, pointing to the change room, "That is the only place that the girls won't look for us no matter how angry they are. I know they won't sacrifice image, pride, dignity to beat up a several perverted guys!"
"But Tenten isn't one of the ordinary! And either is Hinata-sama!"
"This is the only chance we got, dumbass!"
They heard another yell from the other side of the wall. They recognized that it belonged to the Godaime. "Jiraiya… You are really desperate to eat my fist, aren't you!"
Neji hurried even more –he clearly did that well when his end was near. "Oh damn it, I can feel her aura increasing… she might breach through! We got to move!"
"I'm leaving with or without you!" said Lee, abandoning his friends as he made a dash for the change room door. Shikamaru and Neji's eyes were as wide as saucers seeing that they were ditched. What happened to teamwork? Weren't they in this together? Surely enough they didn't want to die, and thus, they ran as fast as their legs could carry them while leaving the sannin, Jiraiya, behind.
"Matte! (Wait) Jotto matte!" Jiraiya called, legs weak and flimsy as jelly hearing upon Tsunade's blood lust, "Help me!" But his apprentices were long gone despite his protests. And in the next couple of seconds, the wooden barrier was smashed apart, and therefore, the destroyed opening emerged a Tsunade having nothing but a towel, in which was barely covering her crotch and massive breasts. In addition, her sopping towel was on a verge of falling off if any drastic movements were made. In normal conditions, Jiraiya should have been enjoying this generous offer, but not when his life was on the line with no means to escape.
Judging from this amount of hatred, several fractures meant they were going easy on him. And knowing Tsunade, a fractured skull was only expected. I stopped being an insolent bitch in front of her ever since I figured out she could break my ribs as if it were twigs, and Jiraiya had forty years to learn that, yet he got hurt daily.
From behind the gorgeous Tsunade were the other girls –looking equivalently agitated, but of course, there was always a slight distinction between their rages. Hinata's was definitely subtle and timid, where as Tsunade was downright serious about kicking Jiraiya's ass. The rest were acting what typical girls would do when perverted men laid eyes on them. It was a passionate fury nonetheless, but just not as outrageous as the Godiame's.
At last, it was about time for me to make my move down there. I always wanted to enjoy some bloodshed visually during my bathes. Today, I got one of my many wishes to become a reality. How nice this was. Maybe this world was fair from time to time if I didn't permit my negativity to take over so often. Then again, this was a chance of an extre
I was deadly intrigued; very anxious indeed…
AN: Next chapter will not be this long, I swear on it. Thank you all for your support and encourage. They please me greatly, and I am sincere about it than my usual satirical and sarcastic self would put it. I am more than willing to write, because I hate how the anime is going currently. Naruto is nothing but a fucking market where they have more merchandises than the manga and anime series. Naruto (the series whether it's the manga or anime) is shit, but I love Hinata and Naruto together. In order to satisfy the balance between good characters but shitty story, why not make a good story with good characters? Wouldn't that make more sense?
Anyway, ja! And before I forget… Rozen Maiden rocks! Watch it!