Simplicity is Complexity
Chapter 13: Cornered and Trapped.
Disclaimer: Aaackk… I don't understand why I need to write this all the time, but you and I both know that I have no legal possessions of Naruto whatsoever. Perhaps only a poster that I got at an anime convention… but nothing else!
AN: Christmas break is so good! I can spend more time writing than writing other shit that I don't like writing. I finished this chappie on Boxing Day, which is a holiday in Canada and not the States! Aren't we lucky? Anyway, after endless struggles and trials of mad reading, I came up with this. Was it tough? Not really. Just a lot of thinking, I guess. Writing things require a lot of pondering these days for me. I must be getting slow… and I feel like an old man that can't do anything other than… die…
There is no need for any of you to say, "Merry Christmas" or "Happy New Year", or perhaps "Season's Greetings", and "Happy Holidays" to your friends. You know why, because that is shitty-ass talk. There will be no happy holiday, because everyday is more or less shit. Besides, nobody really cares if you got a good holiday or will have an excellent one. Seriously now, they are more concerned about their own Santa Claus and Christmas trees to really give a fuck about your life. Words mean nothing, people. Actions, my friends, speak way louder than words.
Just to prevent myself from being a hypocrite for wishing all of you a happy holiday, I am not going to give such a blessing. Instead, I'll tell you all to simply keep yourselves safe and alive. I don't want to hear stuff like, "OpForce, a bus hit my shoulder and it was stationary", or "Those goddamn mother fuckers repeatedly ran over my dog with a 2 by 4". I hear shit like that daily. Just keep your lives at places that no one could take it away. I am staying at home, and it's so safe… but dull…
Happy readings, everyone.
(Morning, several minutes after dawn of the next day)
Nothing in this life was harder than the moment your sub-consciousness is drifting in its own paradise and then abruptly warps back to reality prematurely.
That long description I mentioned just now could be shortened to two words: Waking up.
Waking up was never my strong trait. It just wasn't something I really loved doing. Despite that Jiraiya, or anyone else who known me well enough, had complimented me on my punctuality, it did not mean the process of being punctual was an easy one. From behind the scenes, it was a pain in the ass trying to look presentable when I had horrible sleep from the night before. Then again, as long as no one noticed the hassles from the darkness, I suppose it was okay… kind of… And it should be obvious to anyone that I loved sleeping in whenever I could. I was not a hamster or anything, but it was so much easier to wake upto the smell of food than anything else –especially when my stomach was empty.
Jiraiya said I was like an animal when that happened, and he wished that someone actually recorded how stupid I looked when my body moved on impulse based on where the scent of the food came from. Rika found it almost outrageous, and laughed all morning once. To prevent further humiliation, I dedicated to change and shape up. I never wanted Rika to witness such a pathetic sight ever again, but I truly hated waking up early. If they didn't want anyone to suffer, then the world should have mornings at eleven. All my problems could be solved if the days started later, but no, life did not do this for me and only allowed my torture to continue.
Uzumaki Naruto really hated mornings.
And this one today was no exception.
I didn't even know how many hours of last night I actually slept. There was too much for me to worry about than sleep despite how much I needed it. In fact, I found myself waking up once every two hours due to nervousness and insecurities, and each time I discovered that Hinata switched her positions a little to be more affectionate and holding me closer. Somehow, I was sure that she did it deliberately. Her sleeping face might be just a fake as a small addition to her already high enough charming aura. At first, she was kissing my neck as she took each breath, then it shifted into having my right hand underneath her nightgown and rested on her surprisingly full cleavage. Just this morning, I found her on top of me as she used her body to provide me with the heat that I required to keep warm and where as she used a blanket.
Once I leered down, I saw only her cleavage that was imprisoned by that easily removed bra with her nightgown now completely opened. Blood rushed to my cheeks in less than an instant. I shifted my gaze away from that forbidden chest, but it didn't do me any good when my right cheek felt her breathing. It didn't matter if she had not brushed her teeth yet, since her breath still carried a fine fragrance of the freshest jasmines. It was so thick that my logic started to fade, and soon enough I felt my lips wanting to take her refreshing, small, budding ones and kiss her. Somehow, I suddenly desired to drain all the life out of her in one kiss. In fact, I wanted her to have more than just a kiss. She was only wearing a bra and tight panties, right? It wouldn't be hard to get rid of them now, would it? I was a masturbating artisan after all, and permanently staining that small piece of lingerie was child's play to me. She did want sex, since she was practically hinting it during our long conversation last night, and now… I happened to be in a very good mood for it.
No! Stop it!
Praise Kami-sama for stopping me. Thank goodness my conscience returned just by the nick of time.
What just happened to me? Was I starting to lose it? Was I losing my mind, trying to make a move on Hinata when I clearly should not? What ailed me to think such things? Why did I want to touch Hinata's glorious breasts so suddenly? Was Anthris playing games with me, or could it be that she could not handle Hinata's seduction either?
Hinata actually overpowered my might demon master? Impossible…
In a short amount of time (seconds, if I must be specific) Hinata managed to destroy over half the defenses I worked so hard to create. I made them for my own safety, but yet she found it to be a nuisance to achieve what she wanted the most. Hinata was twice the person I was. After all these years, I was still nothing more but a weakling. The Hyuuga princess, however, bloomed into a deadly, yet strikingly charming, fly trap with all the weapons needed to penetrate anyone she wished.
During my mind raging conflict, the door opened to reveal the other girls that Jiraiya invited on this trip –excluding Shizune and Tsunade.
Star-struck was an understatement now, but I was much more worried about what was going to happen to me when they saw Hinata and I sleeping together on the same bed. Didn't people knock these days? I didn't dare to make any eye contact.
"What is this…" I heard Tenten hiss dangerously. "What the hell are you doing in Hinata-imouto-chan's room?" At least Tenten wasn't drunk anymore, which was good, but everyone else seemed to be fairly conscious now, too, which was not so good. "Why are you sleeping on the same bed?"
"Did you take advantage of her, Naruto?" I heard Sakura calling to me, each word seething with more anger than the last.
"It's not what you think…" I tried to reason, but found myself completely overpowered by their numbers.
"Liar!" yelled Ino, not taking my reason to be legitimate at all. "You take us for fools? How do you explain that? Look, Hinata-chan's nightgown is opened like someone pried it apart! That must've been you!"
"I did no such thing!" I rudely retorted, "She opened it herself!"
I could not blame them if they did not believe me immediately. If I was in Sakura's shoes, even I would not trust my own words. And that alone jeopardized the tension further.
My loud yelling caused Hinata to wake up prematurely. From the looks of things, she was still quite tired. Obviously, she was extremely out of it. "Good morning… Naruto-kun…" she managed to say as she gave out a long, pleasant yawn. As she stretched her hands out, Hinata also pushed her chest towards me, and that was more than enough for me to observe how developed and full her breasts really were behind that thin bra. The darkness from yesterday made my vision too blurry; this was so much better. Perhaps I shouldn't have looked for too long, since the bond of trust between Tenten, Sakura, Ino, and I immediately vanished. "Oh… why's everyone here?"
"Cover up, Hinata!" I practically ordered as I grabbed her nightgown and closed it hurriedly.
"Why?"
"Just do it!"
"You don't like my breasts?" This was not the time to ask me such things! "You liked them last night… Naruto-kun… you didn't say anything about them…"
I said nothing of that sort. All I told her last night was that she had nothing to be ashamed of if it was about her generous cleavage. I never said about liking them.
It was almost pointless to say that enraged Tenten even more.
"I have heard enough, you stupid love procrastinator!" the Chinese looking woman called out before she took the liberty to dash at me despite the lack of space in this room and rushed her foot to commence a kick. There was no possible way for me to dodge even if my legs excelled in speed. Her foot smashed right into my face, which scared the living lights out of the dazed Hinata (who of course sprung instantly awake by now), and the incredible force shot my entire body straight for the glass windows with my head striking it first before it shattered into thousands of delicate shards.
The treatment did not just end there though.
Glass shards pierced not only my skull, but my back, legs, arms, and neck as well. The amount of power she gave in that assault forbade me to summon any resistance to defend. In reality, I did not have the physical strength to minimize the damage and incoming force, and therefore, after breaking through the glass door my body fell behind the balcony with my bleeding skull all set to smash against the rock solid ground.
I heard Hinata scream the moment I could not save myself from the fall, and Sakura, Ino, and Tenten most likely carried an expression of absolute fear. By the end of it, I crashed –hard. As predicted, I knew my head would be the first thing that hit ground –I just didn't expect the impact to be so huge.
My world turned pitch black immediately. I didn't even know how painful it felt. I guessed that I lost consciousness before the torment kicked in. At that precise moment, I became a proverbial faucet that leaked out nothing but fresh, demonic blood. In a matter of seconds, the ground around me was soaked and stained with the largest pool of blood any human eyes have witnessed.
"Tenten!" the Hyuuga princess screamed out at the top of her lungs with fear as the dominant substance in her emotions. "What the hell were you thinking?"
"I didn't kill him… did I?" the weapon mistress asked, guilt sinking in –fast.
Sakura literally turned white. "Good… god…"
The next several days were a complete blur.
(Days later, at Konoha Hospital)
I fainted plenty of times before, but mostly due to extreme exhaustion or a small concussion. This, however, was a new experience of a dangerous kind. I could not think, as if my brain circuits were going AWOL on me, or they were momentarily disconnected. I felt like an idiot, but at least my mentality managed to survive. Now the pain was starting to kick in, and at the same time my skull felt tight with some unknown constrictions. I guessed it was bandages, but they really tightened it too much. At this rate, my head would be worse off than repaired. Then again, a vast majority of the doctors never really cared about how to perform my surgery. They met their end of the bargain as long as I survived. The outcome of what happens after I receive a discharge was my own responsibility afterwards.
To the least, I was alive. I vaguely remembered what actually caused me to come here to begin with. I still recalled the conversation I had with Hinata at the inn that night… and how she slept with such limited clothing… but then that morning… I couldn't figure out what it was. All I remembered was Tenten… wait… she kicked me out of the window and I fell a several stories down…
Someone interrupted my thinking –again.
I was surprised to see who my guest was. Luckily, it wasn't Hinata, but my mentor, Jiraiya.
"Oh, you're awake," Jiraiya said kindly. If my head was working, he seemed very relieved and happy. I noticed he was out of his bandages, and I only guessed that some time had passed by from the incident. "I am glad…" I believed that he was the first person that found me conscious amongst the rest.
"Sensei…" I said, struggling to move. I then realized that my arms, body, and my left leg were tightly wrapped. I was wondering why I was restricted like this, but the old bandage on my left leg had a clear blood stain on it. Without asking, I already found my answer.
"Don't try to move," he told me, coming to my aid as he helped me sit up properly. "You haven't fully recovered yet."
"I feel fine," I said, silently thanking him for his kindness, "Maybe not my head though…"
"Does it still hurt?"
"From time to time… yeah, it stings badly…"
"Try not to touch it then,"
"I'm not that dumb to do that,"
"I am surprised that you are even alive, Naruto," Jiraiya said as he sat down on a chair. When I looked over to my sensei this time, for once, he really seemed to be smaller lately. Knowing that fact really did upset me for some reason that I could not seem to find an answer to, "You lost a lot of blood, you know that? You almost didn't make it."
"Really now…"
"You have to be more careful about yourself, Naruto. You made everyone worried –especially me."
"You? Are you serious? I am surprised it is you amongst everyone."
"No one else knows that you've been dead, Naruto. They don't know how significantly weaker your body has become after…. your demon master resurrected you. They still think that you are the same Naruto as 3 years ago, but that is no longer true. They don't even know in order to keep on living as a shinobi, you had to switch your combat tactics from brutality to agility just to compensate your lack of strength. If you are so careless and reckless, not even the miracles of Kami-sama can save you."
"I know that… but don't worry too much about it. My demon master would not let me die. You can say that she is very persistent in living and wouldn't let a minor setback ruin anything she hoped for despite she is trapped in my eternal prison." That, actually, was half true. As far as I was concerned, she was not imprisoned whatsoever. Anthris was a free spirit who could do whatever she wanted, but it was fascinating to know that she liked being inside my head than coming out.
Besides, the only times she came out was to receive masturbation from me. That artifact bitch… she was identical to Tsunade –or worse.
Why couldn't she just talk to me as a friend than a sex-partner? Then again, I should ask myself why I was an artisan at helping others masturbate.
"You take things too lightly, Naruto,"
"No, just my life, sensei,"
"Are you sure that you're okay?"
"I said I am fine," I told him, smiling weakly to persuade my mentor that I was on a road to recovery, "Did anyone else come to visit besides just you? I am not saying that I am not happy to see you, don't misunderstand. In fact, I am delighted to see you caring for me."
"I know what you mean, son," Jiraiya said back, his lips curving to a smile, "Hinata-chan came in everyday, and the other little Miss Hyuuga came with her, too. Tenten… she… well… she can't summon up the courage to even look at you. She feels very, very guilty for her actions. In fact, she doesn't expect you to ever forgive her."
Was that right? That weapon mistress had a conscience? It didn't look like it when she freely kicked me off the balcony not so long ago. Everything was her doing.
"I'm not like that, Jiraiya… although she did go kind of far just due to some misunderstanding that could've been solved if her emotions were calm –or kept calm, at least. I mean, what's done is done. There's no point in me getting all pissed for something that can't be reversed. I should look ahead and find ways to make things better. Wasn't that a lesson that you taught me many years ago?"
"I did, but still… You are not a bit angry? I mean, she did cause you to have serious surgeries."
"I've been dead once, remember? Surgery is child's play in my agenda."
Jiraiya merely sighed, not knowing what he could be saying to change the farfetched feeling in our conversation. One thing was for certain, he was convinced that my logic became more twisted than before. "You really do a have a sick sense of humour."
"Don't talk about that now," I said, grinning a little sinisterly. I was feeling better already. Sometimes, I loved my speedy recovery, and it was even more effective when I was conscious. It, surprisingly, was amazing, if I could comment. "How long was I out for?"
"Five days,"
That honestly caught my attention quickly. "You serious? I've rested more than I've thought."
"Like I said, I am surprised that you are still alive."
"And I told you that my demon master is persistent in staying alive."
"You two are really two of a kind,"
"I'll take that as an insult,"
"I was complimenting you!"
"Whatever, whatever," I called out, back to my usual jackass self, "It doesn't matter which one you meant. I am tired, and I want to sleep some more. Is that okay with you?"
Jiraiya sighed, this time with a bit of exasperation to coat over his words, "At least you are healing nicely. I wouldn't bother you now, okay? Just stay here and focus on getting better. I don't think you would want to come here that often."
"I am not a lover of medical facilities. I am not that stupid to constantly get myself killed –unlike some other people I know."
Jiraiya, as predicted, grew furious –at least it was mock fury. "Are you trying to be offensive?"
"I try to be nothing," I quickly chirped back, snickering with a touch of evil before I gave him my usual unreadable stare, "Sometimes you are really an idiot."
"Is that so? Who is the idiot that actually slept with a girl who isn't even his girlfriend and then got a beating afterward? It could've been all prevented if you used your head a little bit more."
"Can I talk to you about Hinata a little later?" I suddenly brought up that question out of the blue, in which almost took Jiraiya off guard. My eyes showed nothing but solemnity and determination, and Jiraiya knew that I was not trying to make a joke out of this. Once he nodded, I sighed in relief, and he finally took his leave.
Now that I was awake and conscious, I knew my troubles were only the beginning. The next waves would be more than enough to destroy me if I was just unprepared by the slightest.
(Several Hours Later)
"Ni-chan!" a young girl screamed as she flung the door right open when I was still sound asleep. I was having a dream at that time. Not a good one, but not anything close to horrible just yet. I saw myself in the realms of neutrality where there was enough life, but just not enough enthusiasm. Everyone there resembled androids where they followed orders than have a mind of their own. No one had a goal. Their purpose was just to survive and then be buried six feet under when their time was ready. Even the gravediggers had no passion for the dead, not because they look at corpses all the time, but rather they dug holes because they were told to. They didn't know what it was for, and yet they aimlessly complete their tasks not ever knowing what the purpose of it was.
I didn't know what ailed me to have such a dream, but I hated it. Did I just say it wasn't horrible just now? Forget what I said… it was a nightmare… In fact, I was glad that someone woke me up from it, because I had no intention of remembering it ever again despite it had already fell into the deep depths of my sub consciousness.
"What the?" I asked rhetorically as I sprung awake from the previous intrusion. The next second later, I was tackled in an embrace although I was still in bed and wrapped with bandages. At the same time, I noticed that my body hurt less, but my head wasn't all out different.
"You're finally awake!" the girl still exclaimed loudly, yet it was soaked with honest despair, "Onee-chan told me that you suffered from a major, major concussion and fell into a coma! I was so sad and worried! I thought you would never wake up again!"
"Onee-chan? What? Are you-"
"You have forgotten who I am?" the young girl who was kneeling on my bed (who had crystal lavender eyes) leered in at me with our faces nearly touching another's. "Naruto-ni-chan, do you have amnesia? Oh no, this is horrible! Onee-chan, ni-chan has amnesia! What are we going to do?"
If she just allowed me to finish… Women… such complex people… and unpredictable, too…
"Don't jump on Naruto-kun's bed like that, Hanabi-chan," Hinata told her sister passively, but also giving a command, "He is still hurt, remember? You don't want Naruto-kun to stay here any longer than he should, right?"
Hanabi urged on though despite Hinata's requests. "He has amnesia, nee-chan! This is a severe problem."
Amnesia? Not in your life…
"I don't have amnesia, Hanabi," I said out loud, "You shocked me, that's all…"
Hearing that revelation, the little Hyuuga girl immediately hugged me –hard- around the neck. "You don't have amnesia, yes! Naruto-ni-chan is going to be alright!" The friction that was developing on my cheek was comfortable, kinda, since it was Hanabi who was doing all the rubbing with her own as a smile never left her face.
For a girl who looked like she was refusing to grow up physically, she sure was loud. The first time I met Hanabi, well, I had to admit that she was a lot smaller than the regular girls her age. Not only that, there was a distinct seriousness and maturity that followed her around, and I always detected a sense of sadness when she looked at people, as if she had given up. Perhaps she was growing up too fast in the mental aspect, and as a result she did not even know how to be a kid when she wasn't even an adolescent. Hanabi was strong, yet very frail, but she always tried to conceal a weakness she had. Personally, I didn't know what I did to make her admire me so much. Maybe because I was real to myself and did things in a way that showed that I wasn't doing it for others but myself. I displayed a peculiar sense of freedom, that I could do whatever I pleased (that is within legal bounds, of course), in which was something a vast majority of the Hyuuga's desired but never mentioned out openly.
Neji hated being a caged bird. However, he grew out of it by dedicating himself to see it not as a prison, but as something that he made him passionate for his family. That was only possible when Hinata's father treated him with respect and genuine care. Hinata… I actually have no idea why she would find my attitude to be appealing. And Hanabi… perhaps she wanted to be real than live as someone she did not want. Therefore, Hanabi only showed her childish self in front of me and Hinata. I didn't tell her, but I found Hanabi exquisitely adorable.
I kissed the little girl on the forehead, and that caused two issues to erupt at once. A pleasant mewl came out of Hanabi's cute lips, but at the same time my ears caught an angry seething hiss from the older Hyuuga princess that was not much different from declaring bloody murder. It was most fortunate that Hanabi missed the dangers that were emitted from her sister, but if she knew what was for her own good, she would stop attaching herself upon me so affectionately. Hanabi of course blushed radiantly when she was kissed by someone she liked, but she was still smiling happily as if she was always willing to accept more.
I stole a glimpse at Hinata for a split second. Surprisingly, I found her face to be calm and gentle again, yet there was a noticeable difference. She was going too easy about this ordeal. I scanned her once more for my safety, and the back of my head cold-sweated with raw fear once I noticed if I ever kissed Hanabi again, I was going to see death –and Hinata made sure that was going to happen or die trying.
"More," I heard Hanabi speaking, but I didn't understand the reason.
"More what?"
"Kiss me more!"
"What are you saying?"
"I am trying to set a record, ni-chan," Hanabi said with glee, brimming with innocence, "I want to see who kissed me the most in my life. There is otou-san, kaa-san, onee-chan, and Neji-nissan. Of course, there's you as well. So far, onee-chan is the winner, but I am sure you can always break that record. Come on, ni-chan, I am sure you can beat it."
I took a look at Hinata again, trying to understand more of Hanabi's little record. To my surprise, even Hinata seemed to be giving blank looks. My only assurance was as good as nothing.
"You never told me anything about that… record of yours, Hanabi-chan," said Hinata, "Are you sure you had one?"
"I am having one now and that's all there is to it," Hanabi interjected, sensing victory. She turned immediately back to me with the same delightful smile on her face, in which rivaled Hinata's extremely well. "Come on, ni-chan, beat my sister."
Nothing motivated me to do so. Fortunately, I thought of something wise to say. "You want me to beat your sister? But I like your sister as the reigning champion, Hanabi-chan, since it shows how much she loves you. You love your sister, don't you?"
"Of course," she replied back almost instantly and enthusiastically, "But I like ni-chan, too! And seeing you okay makes me so happy."
"I am glad to see you as delightful as ever," I told her, ruffling her hair, "But I will be okay. I am sure seeing you and your nee-san coming is more than enough to make me recover twice as fast. You have no idea how relieved I am to know that there are people in this world who actually care about me. For someone who had no family, I am so happy to have friends like you and your nee-san."
Hanabi, for a second, looked very confused. And then she began her questioning. "Ni-chan had no family? What do you mean by that? Don't you have an otou-san or okaa-san?"
I grinned back, but not very cheerful, obviously, "Never had such people," I told Hanabi, as Hinata listened in with utmost attention. Although I was speaking to Hanabi, I was indirectly talking to Hinata at the same time. Hinata, then again, always managed to discover my intentions.
"I think Naruto-kun needs his rest now, Hanabi-chan," Hinata came stepping in before she took her sister by under the arms and lifted her off the bed like an infant. Hanabi, of course, whined immediately. I mouthed a "thank you" to Hinata, and she returned a sweet wink along with an equally beloved smile. "He's still recovering, remember."
"But, but, but…" Hanabi whimpered as she flailed in her sister's arms, "Ni-chan was going to tell me a story! I love stories!" She was such a cutie. It made me smile wholeheartedly each time I found Hanabi act like a child, but to Hinata… she must've thought it was a nuisance.
"Naruto-ni-chan will tell you more stories when he's better, okay? But right now, he really, really needs to get some rest so he can be well again. Naruto-ni-chan does not like hospitals, like how you don't like spinach." Hanabi looked a little sour, and she soon frowned. From the looks of things, she didn't look like she wanted to leave.
"Do you promise to tell me more stories after you recover?"
"I promise," I told her with a face that any big brother would make to please their little sisters. Once she saw my sincerity, her frown turned upside down. And with Hanabi's hopes recovering, I turned to Hinata. "Did you have to call me Naruto-ni-chan? I am only two months older than you."
"You know when my birthday is Naruto-kun?" Hinata questioned, appearing interested in this conversation we were beginning to develop despite we just ended Hanabi's fun time.
"Who can forget? I mean, your party was always the best back in the old days. Iruka-sensei would bring more food and drinks, the students, including myself, would be extremely high of sugar and soon enough we would go amuck like a bunch of morons. I always wondered why your party was so much exciting, and so I asked… Sakura…
"She called me an idiot right on the spot, since I failed to notice that your birthday was two days after Christmas and the day after Boxing Day. If it is your birthday and it's so close to Christmas, it was like a double celebration where everyone celebrates your birthday and then exchange gifts with another. It was a blast –always. There was just one thing that bugged me though…"
"Oh, really? What could that be?"
"You were just so shy, you know that, Hinata? I mean, I didn't even know who Hinata was (despite her birthday) until Iruka-sensei came with you to the front because you wanted to thank everyone for giving you such an awesome party. You had your hands in front of your lap, cheeks were all red, your body was trembling from anxiety… I tried my best to listen to you speak, but I barely heard it in the end."
"I thought you said ni-chan needs rest, nee-chan!" the little girl in Hinata's arms complained. "Hypocrite!"
Hinata smiled warmly at her baby sister. "Do you want to go now?"
"I only want to go because you said ni-chan wants some sleep. I only want to stay with ni-chan…"
"Okay then. Naruto-kun, I hope you recover soon, okay?"
"Sure…" I muttered, knowing that there was something that she wasn't telling me. And with that said, Hinata and Hanabi bid their farewells, but I still had to kiss Hanabi once more on the cheek so she would leave happily than forcefully. This time, luckily on my part, Hinata did not find it to be a problem.
At first, I really thought that some peace and quiet would be blessed upon me as a gift. However, that did not happen when Hinata returned after three minutes. Somehow, at the back of my mind I knew our discussion wasn't over just yet. "Welcome back," I said, resting my sight only on her. "Where's Hanabi?"
"Don't worry about her," Hinata said, walking towards my bed without saying another word before she sat next to me –on the bed, no doubt. Although there was a dead silence between us, we did not break eye contact with another. In reality, I had no intention to start any eye contact, but I feared that she would do something if I didn't look at her. Seconds later, she moved her left hand and brushed against my cheek, and then lastly rested on it as she rubbed affectionately. "Poor Naruto-kun… this shouldn't have happened to you…"
"Hinata…"
Without any warning of any sort, she pulled my head towards hers before she gave me a passionate kiss on the lips. She was full of fervor, and her tongue invaded into my mouth when I gave no permission whatsoever. At the same time, however, I showed no rejection whatsoever. In fact, she took advantage of my inability to react, and only kissed me deeper while using her tongue to claim absolute dominance. I, of course, tried not to return her kiss with enough reasons behind my back.
One -every fiber in my mind told me that this was not right. And two –it wasn't like I could've done anything in the position I was in.
I didn't know what sort of kisser I was, but all I cared about was that Hinata was a genius at this, as if she had practiced and practiced just to achieve this total perfection. Even so, I knew that I was the only person on this wretched existence that she would ever make lip contact with –and was she doing it with raw passion or what!
During my fierce mental combat and debate with my conscience and lust, I finally snapped once her tongue found me before she sucked on it to have a taste. Hinata tasted wonderful! Despite that, I knew I demanded control than fall into my carnal desires. This was a hospital, not a sexual playground!
"H-H-Hinata… Yamaro…"
She kept on going although I protested.
"Yamaro, I said!" I shouted through muffles as I violently pulled my head back without hurting her to break out of our… lip-sex engagement. Hinata seemed to be shocked at my behaviour, but then sadness started to sink in. I stole a small glimpse of her eyes while recovering from being breathless, and guilt began to manifest in my conscience when I noticed that she was going to cry if something was not done. "Gomen… gomen, Hinata…"
She did not care about what I said for a second, because she tackled onto me and took my lips into another blissful kiss. Perhaps she didn't like it when someone talked to her so harshly, and thus, I tried a more peaceful method. Whether her tongue was invading my private personal space, I kept my cool and allowed it to happen when I embraced her gently with one hand on her back and the other going through her hair as if I was cooing her.
I felt like we were two people on this world watching different channels.
Nevertheless, I loved her kisses no matter if they were on the cheek, or forehead, or even penetrating through my mouth. There was too much loveliness to ignore.
"Kiss me back, Naruto-kun…" she moaned out loud as she was commencing her affectionate penetration. I barely heard her because her words almost sounded like gibberish through her moaning, and in fact it would've been an alienated language if I wasn't keeping my focus. "Oh, I love you so much…"
"Hinata…" I grunted through the kiss, and I still wasn't kissing her back or had the mind to engage myself in any sexual contact. As her tongue roamed in my mouth some more, it was obviously more and more difficult for me to keep myself sane. I figured that Hinata liked being affectionate, and that was why I was holding her instead of pushing her away. However, the girl in my arms saw it as a way to advance than halt her actions, and thus, she only tried harder to please me –provided if there was anything to please. I knew I was going to lose it soon if she went on any further.
She broke the kiss after a minute or so when she didn't find me responding –much. She appeared impatient –very anxious, rather. "I don't want to kiss a zombie, Naruto-kun,"
"I am just… stunned… overwhelmed even…"
"I was so worried about you," she said, voluntarily taking my body and held it in a tight embrace. "I thought you wouldn't wake up again! I thought Tenten really killed you when you lost so much blood…. I didn't know what to think… I just kept imagining scary things like… like… you would really leave me again… and there is nothing I can do about it… and… and-"
"But I am fine, Hinata," I reassured her for a second before I kissed her on the cheek. She reddened up as expected, but her smile was mischievous as if she wanted more from me. To be on the safe side, I pretended that I didn't see it and banished it far into my sub-consciousness. "I lost blood before, and it's no big deal. You know me, I just… don't die easily."
"How am I supposed to know that? Whenever I see you hurt… my heart feels like it wants to rip itself out… Last time… I paralyzed with fear… don't ever scare me like that, Naruto-kun!"
"I didn't want to fall off the window with glass shards pierced into my body, Hinata," I stated, wondering if Hinata thought that I liked to torture myself out of satisfaction. I might have been negative, but not a sadist –yet. "You are saying as if I did it on purpose. You think it's fun to be here completely useless and restrained by casts or bandages, or extreme medical conditions that require me to lie still? With or without my old enthusiasm, I don't find pleasure in getting injured like some sadistic, pain-loving mother fucker."
"But you worry me so much… it's always like you don't care about yourself…"
"I care, Hinata, I care. If I didn't care at all, you should be visiting my grave than talking to me."
"You're not loving yourself very much then…"
"Perhaps not…"
"Why won't you let me love you then?"
"I… let you, Hinata… no one could stop you,"
"But you aren't really allowing me to do it despite what you said… you didn't even kiss me back…"
"You shocked me quite a bit though, Hinata. You… just took my first kiss…"
In real life, I meant.
Hinata seemed to be delighted after hearing that. "Really? Is that true, Naruto-kun?" I only caught on anxiousness and pure happiness from her voice. What could have possibly ailed her? I slowly nodded, my eyes never leaving hers for a second as she blushed up adorably. "You're my first kiss, too,"
Why was I not surprised? "Figures…"
"And I don't mind doing other things with you, too,"
I was no idiot whether injured or disabled, or perhaps even mentally challenged. I caught on much faster than she thought I would, which was a mistake on Hinata's part. "I'll be fine by myself, thank you,"
"I got it!" she suddenly exclaimed, in which almost deafened me for good. She sheepishly apologized when I blocked my ears with my hands. "How about… if… I become your maid until you get better?"
No…. No… No! Anything but that…
"Get out…"
"What?"
"I'm telling you to get out, now."
"Nande-desuka (Why)?" she asked, feeling confused and worry all at the same time. "What did I do wrong?"
"I want to be left alone? Is that okay with you?"
"Shikashi (But)…"
"I said go, Hinata,"
"Is it something that I said?"
"Why, my good friend Hyuuga Hinata-sama, of course it had to do with something that you said. I don't want a maid –ever. I don't need to have a woman baby sit me twenty-four seven whether I am alive, or dead, or even perhaps half dead. I can take care of myself, thank you very much."
Hinata fought back a sniff, knowing that she was going to weep if I made no effort to make it better. This time, however, I was not planning to reconcile whatsoever. "Do you want me to leave you alone that much? Do you dislike me when I love you that I am willing to do anything for you?"
"If you do love like you say you do, then give me some private space back. You make me feel more than useless, and I am not. I survived through hell and death alike alone, and this injury is nothing more but a small appetizer to the real sensations of dread."
"You're just pushing me away…" she reasoned, truly upset and devastated, "Why… why, Naruto-kun?"
"If I love you… I would do what's best for you, too… I really would, Hinata… since you are really important to me… so important that I wouldn't want to do anything that would make you cry. You are so dear to me, believe it." I opened up my arms, welcoming her to come into my hug. And she did, almost immediately. At times like this, she desired affection and attention.
"Am I really?" Hinata questioned, looking at me intently as she cuddled closer. My previous command was obviously forgotten, no doubt. "I am really important to you?"
"Of course, you silly girl," I cooed her again as I kissed her on the forehead like a baby. She giggled, nudging her elbow at my chest saying that she wanted more. She pouted her lips a little, too, practically demanded that she wanted to be kissed on the mouth instead of her forehead. I placed a finger on her puffy lips, smiling at her a little knowingly. "What, you want more kisses?"
She nodded happily in return. "I love having you kissing me, Naruto-kun,"
"I think you had enough for one day,"
Hinata strongly disagreed –as expected. "It's not enough," she protested adorably, poking her fingers together innocently to prove her point further. "I just kissed you once… on the lips… It was so heavenly…"
"You stole my first kiss, lady," I told her, somewhat bluntly, "Wasn't that satisfying enough for you?"
"Stole? That sounds so mean. I was so willing, too…"
"Sadly to say… when I didn't fight back… I… I don't know… I liked it, too, maybe? I don't know what gotten into me…"
"It's natural to like it. I'm so glad that you didn't push me away that time,"
"How can I? It's not like everyday that I get kissed by a beautiful young woman,"
"You think I am beautiful, too?"
I pulled her in a tiny bit nearer to myself by the waist. That caused a blush to form admiringly on her face. "You are nothing within the ordinary, Hinata. And getting kissed by someone is not a right, it's a privilege, a gift that does not just come because you want it. It's something money can't buy, and you can say I love it more than anything anyone could give me."
Hinata was touched. Her teary eyes of pure gratefulness and delight shined brightly, as if nothing could make it dim whether it was the darkest of negativity. I truly was envious of Hinata for being able to glow like that. Why wasn't I capable of such greatness? "You love me… don't you?"
"Hinata… I really don't know…"
"You just don't show your love in the same way, but I can tell that you love me."
I felt tired, but more or less exasperated over this love ordeal. Every minute I was alive, I had to know whether I loved this girl in front of me or not. I didn't hate her or dislike her in any sort of way, but were my feelings that firm? Sure, I was strong enough to declare that I liked her as a good friend, yet love… it was on such an escalated level beyond reasonable reach.
Then again, what was love anyway? What sort of difficulty did love lie on? Whatever Tenten told me a while ago still was not as easy as it seemed. Sure, she did tell me to go along with the flow of the feelings, but when I looked at it, it felt not much different from jumping into the Yellow River (in China) when the tides and waves were dangerously rapid and high. Falling in love was a method of emotional suicide than a healing kindness. I found Tenten's philosophy highly invalid! "Don't jump to such conclusions… How could I love you? I know nothing about love… or be loved…"
"You do know, everyone does."
"Do they, Hinata?"
"No one has the same way about love, Naruto-kun. I know you want to know how to love me eventually, but I feel that you love me already."
"What makes you say that?"
"Your affection tells me all. Even after all your speeches and reasons about you not loving me… who is in your arms right now? Who have you been kissing? Who did you allow to kiss you? Who did you invite to have an embrace with? You haven't done that with any other girl except me."
"That's because I really like you, Hinata,"
She smiled. I didn't like it when she smiled no matter how appealing it is, because it always carried a minor sense of naughtiness and insecurity. Not like Hinata was insecure, no, I was referring to my own safety being penetrated and possibly destroyed. She always found her way with me… just because she was so alluring, cute, adorable, lovable, endearing, charming, and such…
But nonetheless she did make a point… She was the only girl, besides Rika, that I showed my soft side to.
"You only like me?" Hinata questioned, still having a mischievous grin around her lips. Clearly, she was not convinced. She pushed back unto the bed and went above me, looking down. "Are you sure, Naruto-kun?"
In a swift turn, she had the situation to her control.
"Hinata…"
"Admit it," she declared, taking my right cheek and kissed it passionately with licks and small, delicate nibbles, "You share the same feelings I do. You're just shy. Don't worry… I'll never love anyone else. I won't betray you… I never will."
"Betray…? Why betray…"
"I love you so much…" Hinata continued talking as she kissed. Now, she was moving closer and closer to the corner of my lips. "Can you please kiss me?"
"But you already took my first kiss…"
"You didn't kiss me back last time," Hinata leaned downward with her body, and so she was lying on top of me despite that I had bandages on certain parts of my body. She clearly did not mind. In fact, it was a pleasure to be above me dominating my private space. What disgusted me was how I was beginning to enjoy her presence regardless of what she did. I've grown accustomed to her charms –too accustomed to them actually. "I don't want that to count."
Not count? Was she kidding? I didn't give her my consent and yet she did that anyway, so who was she to complain? In fact, if anyone wanted to rant, it should be me! Bitch, then bitch, and bitch some more, but maybe between the first bitch and second bitch I would be taking a one second breath or something. If anyone dared to hire me as a ranting machine, I would definitely do my very best to agitate the victim I am supposed to torture. That, my friends, was a promise I could keep with powerful confidence.
"Hinata… you can't do that…"
Her face suddenly turned serious and full with lust. "Just kiss me, damn you," she growled demandingly, pressing her palm on my shoulders as she pinned me down effectively. "I can't stand it anymore… I want you so badly…"
"…Are you okay?" I squeaked, frantically looking for an escape path and my surroundings. Good God… she looked better than okay. She was as alive as any teenage girl who was ready to lose their virginity to the man they assumed to love, and which was not good on my part if I must. Those eyes of hers… there wasn't anything but desire and deep craving and yearning for something that I could not use words to express. Her hands… so powerful and sweet, and yet I could catch this extreme subtle feeling of dying of tension –the tension of unleashing her darkest wants.
Wait a minute… shit…
She towered over me with pure control, and there was nothing within my power to stop her from advancing. If I was any regular man, I probably would've ripped her clothes away and had my way with her and made sure that she loved every moment of it. I noticed that her small frame made her breasts look large, and those twins made any guy melt and itch with temptation –especially when she pushed them closer together to expand her cleavage. Hinata was in no bounds underneath the ordinary. However, I was not someone who could ever do such indignifying thing with a girl as lovely as Hinata. It was morally wrong despite it satisfied my darkness that needed the light to heal. I could not give in no matter the consequences or urgencies. Then again, it was not a simple task for me to think straight when her still growing breasts brushed against my chest seductively.
The mere thing that separated between her breasts and my body was her buttoned blouse. With one swipe, I could easily pry that flail shirt apart and acknowledge my just reward. It would be even sweeter if she had no bra. Even if she did, that silky barrier can not stop my onslaught from destroying it with a pull.
Everything she did was deliberate. I knew that as clear as day. If Hinata wasn't genuine, she wouldn't do it altogether.
Under all this pressure, I suddenly pondered over a small philosophy that Jiraiya told me not so long ago.
When you are married, you want to kill your spouse. When you are single, you want to kill yourself.
Personally, I found this insignificant, yet humourous, quote to be extremely legitimate. I really wanted to end my life actually, but not due to the despair of loneliness though. On the contrary, anyone who was alone and with no mate would die for lovemaking with any person of the opposite sex as long as they let them, yet I was always a little special compared to the rest. If Hinata loved me, then please save me from losing my purity… kinda…
Although a virgin, I was not innocent.
"Hinata… I am still injured…"
She did the unbelievable… the Hyuuga hime soon held on to my arm before she yanked the applied first aid bandages off of me. It started with my arms and ended with my head. Although she left my legs alone that didn't make me feel any safer. Hinata actually tore off my bandages as if they were in the way, a hindrance that must be eliminated for the sake of the upcoming event. She shred them into pieces, so I wouldn't be able to wrap it back on. Without care, she casually tossed them on the floor, as though it was never there.
Was this noble woman losing her mind? How desperate was she to have her way with me?
Hinata moved in a bit nearer once more, planting a kiss onto my exposed forehead. "You're not that hurt, your wounds have already recovered."
She was serious? Perhaps she wasn't lying… my head really didn't hurt anymore. In all honesty, I almost convinced myself that I was never wounded from the start. When she discovered that I was nearly fully recovered, her grin only got wider with interest. I quickly touched my head, and fear stimulated through my eyes faster than a cruise missile approaching ground zero. For once, I detested my demonic abilities. They were causing me jeopardy than providing me with protection.
My adrenaline stimulated instantly before rushing in fast. "Impossible…"
"Since you are okay now… kiss me, Naruto-kun,"
"No, I am not okay yet. I am having migraines… lots of it…"
"Lies," she simply said and finally claiming my mouth with hers deeply and intimately.
Hinata showed no indication to stop anytime soon.
What disgusted even me was this time I was kissing her back… thoroughly, too.
This Hyuuga princess tasted better than anything I experienced in my days of being alive. Out of the blue, my emotions went wild, and all I wanted was Hinata and no one else.
Anthris… you ditched me again, didn't you?
And now we were kissing… madly… passionately… yet in control and with subtle intimacy… like young lovers who fell in love due to infatuation than mature feelings. But we both knew that for Hinata that was not the case. She became furious when I took her lightly. Even if somebody intruded on us, I wouldn't care. The importance of this kiss just surpassed all that I usually stood for.
This will be the day that I die…
AN: Don't die out there on your holidays, fellow readers! See you all another time. Keep safe!