Thank you juliagulia1017 for your review, I shall try to keep my updates prompt. I'm happy that you're pleased with my portrayal of Team Eight, it's kind of hard to mature 3 people into a role that you might not usually find them in. Thanks!
Also, thanks for reading Blue Quartz Foxy, I'm pleased to hear that you like my subtle romantic scenarios. I wanted to keep the interactions in character but also leave some lee-way for possibilities.
In this chapter, I really wanted to stress just how determined Hinata is now not to be a burden and to prove herself as a shinobi. I hope her actions are not out of character too much, but I do want to portray that she is no longer the timid 13 year old, but a young woman struggling for recognition in a high standard world.
Thank you for reading.
Chapter 3
Hinata bowed her head in shame while Kazuo helped himself to brushing Hinata's tresses.
The dress was indeed short. Shino had at first thought that Hinata was overreacting, never having been exposed underneath her bulky jacket. However, Kiba's response was certainly justified.
A blushing Hinata futilely tried to tug the small fabric over more of her skin. The design was of a purple kimono, however, it had become all too apparent that Kazuo had taken the liberty of some alterations. The skirt had stopped at mid thigh and the neckline cut was uncomfortably low.
Shino eyed the client with a new outlook on the verge of distaste. Certainly, at first Shino had sensed his infatuation with Hinata, but to venture this far was nothing short of highly disturbing.
After pinning back Hinata's hair Kazuo stepped back and beamed, completely oblivious to Kiba's now deadly glare towards the client.
Feeling completely uncomfortable with all the attention, Hinata tried to deter Kazuo from insisting she wear the revealing piece of work.
"Kazuo-san, this simply won't work, where will I keep my weapons?" Hinata proposed, anything, anything at all to possibly get her out of wearing what she had on now.
"Hinata-chan, please, my skills as a tailor always require me to think about practicality as the first and foremost." Kazuo revealed what appeared to be a frilly piece of ribbon with 3 silver kunai strapped to it.
Puzzled, Hinata observed the article with confusion.
"What on earth is-AIEE!" Hinata's eyes widened as she saw Kazuo bend down, and before she could protest, he had taken the liberty of brushing up the hem of her skirt even further revealing more of her pale skin, fastening the equipped garter to her upper thigh.
Kiba growled with disgust he had had enough of patience.
'To hell with that shit.'
Grabbing Kazuo by the back of his collar he threw the eerily calm man to the corner, at once surprised that Shino stood to the side and did nothing to stop him from abusing the client.
"Kiba-san, I wish you wouldn't treat me so roughly." Kazuo smirked from his new position slouched on the wall. "Do all of Konoha's shinobi treat their clients this way, or…," he paused to glare challengingly with a smile, "is Kiba-san upset, that Kazuo-kun has gotten much farther than he'll ever have the opportunity to venture with Miss Hinata-chan."
Before Kiba's rage was ruthlessly relinquished on the smiling man, Shino had stepped in between the dispute.
His voice was crisp and carried an unusually icier tone than normal.
"Kazuo-san, I would like to request that you watch your tongue, and keep decent distance with our comrade."
"Too close… much too close…" Hinata blushed furiously, this time anger mixing in with having been so violated. Her comrades turned their attention back to Hinata who still seemed to be recovering.
The feeling of foreign skin brushing near an area forbidden to anyone, she had never been violated so bluntly.
"Sorry, Hinata-chan, I forgot how sensitive a virgin can be." Kazuo smirked, thoroughly enjoying the reactions from the two male shinobi, and feeling completely comfortable in flustering the poor girl even further.
Even Shino furrowed a visible brow in distaste towards Kazuo's continually vulgar remarks, Kiba grabbed Kazuo's collar once more, Shino pretending not to notice and instead waited to savor the moment of seeing Kazuo's smile contact with Kiba's fist.
But someone had beat Kiba to it.
SLAP.
Even Kazuo dropped his smile in surprise. Hinata had had enough. She was fuming, her eyes shone with a glare that mirrored pure anger. She wouldn't let her companions defend her like she was some useless damsel.
Hinata addressed the stunned Kazuo tartly, each word dripping with disgust.
"If you ever… ever… go so far as to violate me again either verbally or physically, Kazuo-san you better pray I do not maim you where you stand."
Kiba relinquished his hold on Kazuo, and stood dumbstruck at his usually calm and collected companion.
"I am a Konoha shinobi…" she continued, "and I will not tolerate being your doll, do not think that you may ever approach me that way again."
Shino smirked visibly, this was much better than Kiba punching Kazuo.
Kazuo finally closed his mouth, and turned to the side and didn't say anything, like a child being scolded and sat silently in defiance.
Hinata watch the sunlight stream through the window. She faced the light with a determined and refreshed expression.
She would prove herself. She did not need to be babied and sheltered.
The success of this mission carried with it all the respect for herself that she had.
-Continued in Chapter 4-
Rather short update. I actually wrote this the same day I wrote Chapter 2, but I thought I shouldn't update too quickly.