I stared blankly at the display of police badges. They were bright and colorful, each badge different from the one beside it. I couldn't wrap my mind around the idea that Hinata's pops was actually a police officer. Shit, why didn't Hinata ever tell me? I didn't know how to react or how to process the fact that I'm inside a house owned by a police officer. I mean, if I would've known I could have killed Hinata—

My eyes widened and I staggered back, my fist immediately making contact with the side of my head. I felt the sudden rush of bloodlust enter my system and my body began to shake. Images upon images of my body looming above Hinata's dying body made me gag. I landed on the floor and I gripped my head. Her blood was covering my hands and I was smiling, a wide smile full of malice and joy. "Kill her," it rumbled, a smile painting my face. I stood up and I fisted my hands, nails digging into callous palms. "We both know you'll love to have her blood on your hands." I began to move forward, a smile on my face. Yes, it's better to kill Hinata now since no one was home. It'll be a clean kill without any witnesses. It'll be killing two birds with one stone. I kill Hinata and she won't tell the police who the real killer is. The devastation of her poor daughter's death would leave poor Hiashi in depression and he'll probably ask for some time off work. Yes, killing Hinata was probably the best way to—

"Naruto-kun," Hinata cooed while nursing the wound on my head. "You shouldn't fight with the upperclassmen."

I pouted while looking away, secretly enjoying the feeling of her hands touching my forehead with such delicacy. "Well, they shouldn't have called you a hood rat or stare at your ass or whistle when we passed them—" I didn't notice how I changed from telling her calmly to seething in rage. Who can blame me? Those bastards shouldn't look at my Hinata.

"But you shouldn't cause a fight, Naruto-kun," Hinata scolded softly, still adding pressure on my wound with a wet cloth. "I was worried for you…" she mumbled before looking away. She moved away from the bed I was lying on to add a bit more water and alcohol before resuming her position beside me. Her eyes stared intently on my wound that was pulsing on my forehead and she bit her lower lip. I was entranced, those petals of softness and sweetness stuck underneath her white teeth made me want to push her down and capture her lips against mine but, for some reason, I decided to glance up at her eyes and then it struck me. She was worried, highly so, and I couldn't help but feel guilty.

"Gomen ne," I whispered, moving away from Hinata's nursing hands. "I didn't mean to lose control…I was just so angry and…"

I felt a pressure beside me and pale arms hugged my arm tightly, Hinata's head resting on my shoulder. "I understand that Naruto-kun but you shouldn't fight." Her hold on me tightened and she dug her head on my shoulder. I blushed slightly. "I was so w-worried…what if Naruto-kun got badly hurt? What if Naruto-kun gets in trouble? I was constantly scared and worried as I was kept on the sidelines, watching as you tackle down those upperclassmen…I know it's selfish but Naruto-kun should stop fighting because he'll probably get hurt one day and I wouldn't know what to do…"

My eyes widened. Ever since I was small I only had to take care of myself and only myself so I didn't give a damn what others thought of me. But since I started to date Hinata, my life no longer belonged to me but also her. I welcomed her to my world of despair and loneliness while she let me enter her world of shyness and tranquility. I was quite happy at the turn of events in my life and I didn't know if I should bow onto my knees right now for Kami or not. So instead I hugged Hinata awkwardly, twisting my limbs this way and that, trying to get a good hold on her. I closed my eyes and rubbed my nose on her hair, loving the softness of her midnight tresses. "I…" I sighed. "I promise I won't get to any unnecessary fights…"There were now two promises that I have to live up to, no matter what. Promises can be easily broken, yes, but it depends how much you believe on those promises that you'll keep your word.

"Yokatta…" she whispered, smiling softly. "And if Naruto-kun happens to get himself into a pickle, he can call me. I'll be there in a flash, dattebayo." I began to laugh, remembering my little nervous tick when we went on our date. She started to laugh soon afterwards and we forgot about the big fight that happened not so long ago. "I'll be there to help you Naruto-kun because I love you very much…"

I love you very much…

I love you…

My eyes snapped open and the bloodlust vanished. Images of a dying Hinata left my head and I began to take in big gulps of air. I cried out and fell on the floor, curling into myself. I couldn't believe I allowed myself to do such a thing. I never thought my mind would reach the point where I imagined killing Hinata myself. So what if her father is a police officer? I trust her that she won't tell her father. I trust her with all my heart and for suddenly to doubt her made my heart pound painfully. And what was the resolution of my doubt? To kill her…I suddenly gasped and pounded my chest repeatedly. Hinata dying? That can't happen, I can't allow it. Tears descended down my reddening cheeks and I couldn't control the horror like sobs that escaped my lips. I heard a crash and a paddling of feet that reached my curled form on the floor. Soft and warm hands touched my forehead and wiped the tears away.

"Naruto-kun, what's wrong? What happened?" Hinata's concern reached my ears and I couldn't respond. Instead, I cried more. Here I was thinking on how I'm going to kill her while she had nothing else on her mind but my wellbeing. I grabbed her hand and kissed it repeatedly. I was asking for forgiveness without her knowing it. I'll never forget when Hinata witnessed me in my most horrid environment. Her fear filled eyes never left my mind or her white dress tainted with my monstrous crime. I vowed since then not to harm any other person and I promised myself that I'll do anything in my power to protect Hinata and make sure that she'll be loved. She was mine and I'll make sure of that. Killing was no longer a resolution for me. I seek redemption every single moment I spend with her and for a moment I thought that my psychopathic needs vanished but I was proven wrong today. And so now I've come to the realization that I'll never live a normal life and I shouldn't keep my hopes up.

I kissed her hand and my hand reached up to bring her down to me. Our lips crashed but my tears never ceased. I pressed her closer and I broke away, a whimper dying to get out of my throat. I'm a threat to her. With that thought, I kissed her one more time and whispered, "Sorry…" I pushed her away from me gently and ran out of the door, out of her life. I was no longer a danger to her if she wasn't in my life or vice versa.

I ran for who knows how long and I reached the clearing that we were dancing on a few hours ago. I slowed down my run to a jog and I collapsed on my knees. Even though I resolved myself in no longer being a threat to Hinata, why am I feeling so empty? I was happy at my decision but I knew deep down I was lying to myself. What have I done? I convinced myself that I could live a normal life with Hinata if she helped me along the way and my maniacal side of me would all but vanish but I was mistaken. I was so close…I nearly took her life away…my Hinata…

"I'm sorry," I moaned out while tears descended down, the warm salty liquid obscuring my vision. "Hinata, I'm sorry…"

"S-Sorry about what?" I turned around quickly and I jumped to my feet, startled. How…why? Hinata was able to catch up to me? I momentarily allowed myself to applaud her physique before resuming my depressing state. "Why are you here? You should leave before I hurt you…" 'Or worse kill you…' I thought.

Hinata shook her head—always the stubborn one—and slowly approached me. I watched with wide eyes as she came closer to me. My legs tensed, awaiting the order to run. "I-I want to know what's wrong with you, Naruto-kun…why-why were you crying." I didn't respond and opted to look at the dirt instead. "I want to help you, Naruto. I want to be there with you, beside you…" I felt her presence beside me. It was like a warm blanket that covered my shaking figure, engulfing me in its warmth and sweet scent. I flinched and moved away. I saw a flash of hurt in her eyes and I squeezed my eyes shut, not wanting to see the pain I was surely causing her.

"I'm a danger to you…" I managed to choke out. "Just, get away from me…"

Hinata stood still before parting her lips, "I can't do that, Naruto-kun."

"Why?" I screamed out, standing up. It angered me that she didn't know how much of a monster I was, despite seeing with her own eyes how I took away three lives without a moment of hesitation. "Leave me alone! You don't understand—you'll never will!" I cried, shameless and distraught.

"Do you love me?"

I snapped up and looked at her, as if she was asking if the sky was blue or if the sun was yellow. "Of course," I answered immediately.

"I love you too Naruto-kun. I want to be there for you because I love you. I want to carry your burdens for you because I love you. I want to hold your hand and for you to lean against me when you're in your lowest because I love you. I trust you because I love you s-so very much. It's a feeling no one else can make me feel or explain." She lightly touched her chest, her eyes fluttering close. My chest ached hearing her declaration. I didn't deserve such devotion and pure love yet I was happy beyond belief. The words stabbed at my heart, the liquid soothing my jumping nerves and reassuring me that the love that so many people want was present in front of me in this moment. I wanted to block out the fluttering feelings when her words entered my mindscape but it was too late. Images of what we've done together these past couple of months flashed in my mind. I couldn't deny the fact that it was the most joyous time in my life.

But it had to end here and now. It had to.

"You're not a danger to me Naruto-kun, I know that…" She approached me once again and lightly touched my shoulder. This time I didn't move away. I stared at her as if I was a lost child who just found his angel. "You love me and I love you. You are not a monster. You are Uzumaki Naruto, the man I love," she touched my cheek, her eyes never leaving mine, "and the person who I want to spend the rest of my life with…"

I cried, leaning my forehead on her shoulder. I took in a deep breath and sobbed out, "I-I saw your otou-san's badges…h-he's a police officer?"

I felt her stiffen but her body quickly relaxed. Her hands began to massage my scalp and I melted in her embrace. "H-Hai but I-I'll never tell him about you."

"Well, you should." I sniffed and leaned a bit closer, my nose touching her warm neck. "I'm a danger to everyone."

I felt her shake her head. "You're not a monster, Naruto-kun. I'll never tell otou-sama because he's…" She paused and momentarily stopped her ministrations on my scalp. "He's viewed very highly in his work place so this information…he'll put you in jail and I-I don't want that to happen!" She began to shake and I knew immediately that she was crying. "A life without Naruto-kun is not a life I-I want to live."

I hugged her and buried my face on her hair, whispering quiet words of support. I understood she had no desire to tell the police and I couldn't forgive myself for doubting her, for wanting to kill her, and wanting to leave her. I was so stupid. I was about to let go my own private life source. I squeezed her tightly and kissed her lips, loving the way it felt against mine. I pressed her closer and desperately grabbed the back of her head, slanting it to allow more access in her warm mouth. I moved my hands down to her hips and slowly grind it against my ever growing crotch. I moaned and found her neck. I suckled it a bit before lowering my lips a bit lower. The sudden need for contact and connection outweighed comprehension. My hands shook but I dismissed it, wanting to feel more of Hinata and taste her with my own mouth. I heard her moan and her hands gripped my shoulders. I pushed her down and my hands roamed down to her heaving chest. They immediately grabbed her breasts, squeezing and massaging them slowly, wanting to see if my Hinata would get a reaction. And a reaction she gave. She threw her head back, a dark blush dusting her cheeks, and her eyes squeezed shut. Her lips parted and the most beautiful sound, excluding her voice, flowed out. She moaned, quietly and slowly. I groaned and slowly grinded my hips against her own. I kissed her roughly, my tongue touching hers, and resumed my exploration of her breasts. I felt her nipple harden underneath my touch and heat coursed through me, making my dick twitch and rise. I moaned and grinded harder and more frequently, the fire burning through me making me want to do things to Hinata that I only dreamed about since we started dating.

One hand left to slide down to her heating core. My thumb pressed her nipple down and Hinata arched underneath me. My fingers reached her pants and I unbutton it, zipping it down till it revealed orange panties. Huh, now that just turned me on more. Our gasps of lust filled the clearing and I couldn't help but feel my ego reach its highest peak when I touched her wet panties. Her eyes snapped open and whimpered. My fingers teased her a bit before moving her panties aside, dipping my index finger inside her wet vagina. Her muscles squeezed my finger and I moaned, my hand leaving her breast to press down on my now erected dick. Pleasure coursed through me as I started to pump into her. I added another finger and another before I heard Hinata whine.

She pressed her legs against my arm and I glanced up at her. I saw her eyebrows furrowed and I took out my fingers, already missing the heat and wetness. I moved my hand away from my crotch and worriedly touched her cheek. "Wh-What's wrong?" I was breathing deeply and my hardened member was slowly going down. The heat of lust was leaving my system and I couldn't help but worry that I did something wrong.

"It-It kind of…"

I moved closer, one hand cupping her cheek while the other moved her hair away. "Kind of what?"

"It kind of started to hurt d-down there…"

"Oh…" I was quiet for a bit before smiling. I kissed her cheek and noted her flaming blush painting her face. She squeezed her eyes shut. I chuckled before whispering in her ear, "Well, we can practice more so it won't hurt anymore…"

"Naruto-kun!" I couldn't help but laugh at her scandalize tone.

After our little episode and intense make out session, we gathered our wits and left the clearing. It was dark out and I assumed it was past ten o' clock. I grabbed her hand and pressed her closer to me. Maybe I've been doing that a lot but I honestly don't care. I desired her presence and physical contact as much as possible. To others, it might be clingy, but I viewed it in a different perspective. I believe that it shows my desire to have her around as much as possible, that I'm the one reaching out to her and not the other way around. I'm the one who initiates the contact and kisses and hugs because I can't get enough of her. I'm devoted to her and my eyes never stray away from her to look at another. Such devotion is rarely seen now in modern times because of the stereotypical "he's cheating on you" or "she's cheating on you". But not everyone is the same and I just happen to be the exception along with Hinata. I glanced at her and my heart managed to swell some more. I happened to fall in love with the perfect girl.

I kissed her on the cheek quickly and enjoyed as her cheeks flushed a light pink.

"Hinata-chan, why are you so cute?" I questioned her and she turned to me quickly before ducking her head.

"I-I don't know…"

I nodded before smirking. I kissed her on her head and murmured, "Because you're Hinata and Hinata is just so cute."

She squeaked and I laughed. I enjoyed teasing her.

Her house was in view and I sighed, remembering why we're returning in the first place. I glanced down at the once white slippers and I grumbled, pouting. "Why can't I just keep the slippers, they're really comfortable…"

Hinata laughed and said, "W-Well, you can keep them if you want. But you have to retrieve your shoes."

I nodded before adding playfully, "What? You don't want a piece of me in your house?"

Hinata stuttered and nearly tripped but I caught her and began to laugh. "It's okay. I was just joking, Hina-chan. But I feel bad giving you these dirty and wet slippers back."

After calming down a bit, my girlfriend replied, "I don't mind."

I nodded and before I knew it, Hinata was opening the gates of her house and led me to her front porch. She unlocked the door and there, sprawled on the floor, were my old and torn shoes. I sheepishly handed her the dirty slippers and she accepted them with a smile on her face. I put on my shoes and smiled at her, loving the way she smiled back, pink lips stretched and her eyes shining with an emotion I can't describe. I leaned down and kissed her. Everything was forgotten and my body and mind simply focused on the girl I was kissing. My heart began to flutter and warmth that I can now name as lust flooded my system. But it all vanished when someone coughed. We parted and I looked up to glare at the person who dare interrupt us.

What I didn't expect to see was an older version of Neji standing there, his arms crossed, and glaring at us. His white eyes trapped my own, holding my gaze. I, in that time, had no idea who this man was. Maybe he was an older clone of Neji? I held his gaze, my blue eyes also narrowing. The man faltered a bit, his eyes widening, before intensifying his glare. By then, his narrowed white eyes poured ice on my back and somewhere deep inside me whispered to back down. I, however, pushed down the small voice and straightened my posture, my hand encircling around Hinata's waist. The man's eyes looked away from mine to glance at the hand that was resting on Hinata's waist. I smirked, feeling that I've won the staring competition, but when the man's eyes once again stared at mine, something made me quiver and cower.

"Who. Are. You."

His tone…this fear…who the fuck is this man—

"Otou-sama, please d-don't get angry—"

Wait. What? Did she just say dad? Meaning that the man who was currently glaring at me with his arms crossed and who happened to catch us kissing was Hinata's pops?

Oh fucking sh—

"Hinata, please explain to me what I just saw."

Hinata stuttered and her face turned a horrible shade of red. I grabbed her hand and Hiashi's eyes landed on mine.

"Let go of my daughter."

"Oi, okay I understand that you're her dad but you do not tell me what to do!"

"What did you say, young man? Are you saying that you like to hold my daughter's hand?"

"I actually do like to hold your daughter's hand and I love to do way more!"

"What do you mean by that?" His tone turned icy and Hinata was frantically shaking her head.

"What I mean, ojii-san, is that I like to kiss her and touch her in a way that I only can and I can't really go into much detail but if you like I can—"

"Are you implying that you had intercourse with my daughter before marriage?"

"What, no! I'll never do that. I'm just saying that I like to kiss her and hug her and do other stuff…"

"You're not helping your situation, young man."

"How, ojii-san? I'm her boyfriend! I could do any god damn thing I want to her because she's mine."

It got deadly quiet after my outburst. I furrowed my brows and glanced at Hinata to see her turn to a deathly shade of pale, she looked almost faint. I shook my head before looking at Hiashi, his eyes closed.

"Young man, did you just say, and please correct me if I misheard, that you're my daughter's boyfriend?"

I nodded shakily, the atmosphere dropping by many degrees. "H-Hai."

Everyone stood still and I couldn't help but feel my muscles ache from the tension in my body.

"I see." He opened his eyes before moving towards me. I felt Hinata squeeze my hand and her eyes widened upon seeing her father moving closer to my direction. She was about to move before Hiashi took out his hand, his palm facing the wall and his fingers pointing towards me. I glanced at his hand before looking at his Hiashi's face, confused. I slowly raised my other hand and we clasped hands, shaking them. He squeezed my hand rather painfully and I flinched.

"I am confused on to why Hinata never told me such a thing and later on tonight we'll fix that." His eyes glanced at Hinata, who was still holding my other hand, and she nodded quickly before ducking her head. "But, I will like to clarify one thing, young man. I cherish my family. Hurt my daughter and you're just asking for your own death sentence." His eyes never left my own, tempting me to break eye contact. I refused, however, to back down. I love Hinata and if facing her scary police officer father, than bring it. I'll face monsters to keep Hinata by my side, including my own personal demon. "What is your name, young man?"

I was snapped back to reality. "Uzumaki Naruto."

Hiashi's grip slackened and his eyes widened. In that moment, his white eyes held guilt and sadness, contained anger directed to something. "Uzumaki…as in Uzumaki Kushina?" he whispered.

My eyes widened. "Uh, ojii-san, I don't know who…" Kushina? Was she a relative of mine? A cousin I haven't heard of? My heart fluttered and rose in hope.

He licked his lips before resuming his grip. Walls rose in defense in those white eyes and I was taken back. Maybe if I explained to Hiashi about my back story, he'll tell me about this Kushina person. Who was she?

"It was nice knowing you, Uzumaki-san." He let go of my hand and in that moment, a phone rang. He dug into his pocket and took out his cell phone. He murmured something underneath his breath and left. Before leaving the living room, he turned to me, and in those white eyes I once again saw sadness, his eyes softening ever so slightly, and guilt. Hiashi whispered, "Uzumaki-san, sumimasen." He left with those departing words. Sorry? Why was he sorry? What did he ever do to me? I raked my brain, trying to remember if I ever meet Hiashi before this day, but nothing came up. It never occurred to me to meet Hinata's father.

Hinata also looked on, her eyes worried and her eyebrows furrowed. She seemed deep in thought before mumbling, "Why d-did he say that?"

"I honestly don't know. I don't even know the ojii-san and I just know that what he did just now was out of character. Am I right?"

Hinata nodded slowly before exhaling.

"So, Hinata, why didn't you tell your otou-sama that you had a boyfriend?"

She let go of my hand and for a moment I thought I made her upset. She turned to me with a frown on her face and down casted eyes. "I'm sorry I didn't tell him, Naruto-kun, and if that made you upset, gomennasi, it's just…I thought otou-sama would prohibit me from seeing you and…I thought that he'll do something terrible to y-you…"

I laughed at her thought process before hugging her close to my chest. "I'm not upset, Hina-chan, just surprised. I never thought that sweet, angel Hinata would lie to her ojii-san." I chuckled close to her ear when her face turned a light pink.

"I-I just didn't want to risk it…"

Cooling down after my outburst, I couldn't help but agree. Hyuuga Hiashi was seen as a compose man, his shoulders broad and back always erect. An aura of confidence always surrounded him and intimidation swam in those white eyes. No wonder he's a police officer. I glanced at Hinata before looking outside.

I kissed her cheek then her lips before whispering, "It's night out already and I have to get going unless," I winked at her playfully, "you want me to sleep here tonight." Hinata gasped before ducking her head. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding, Hina-chan!" I kissed her one last time before whispering goodnight.

Throughout my trek home, I couldn't help but wonder who that Kushina person was. Hiashi mentioned her and I wondered why he didn't divulge more about that topic. Why was he apologizing anyway? If I recall, I never caused him harm or to his family, less his daughter, the woman I love. I decided not to think about it much. Arriving to my apartment, I whispered, "Tadiama" and slipped off my shoes before moving around my small home, locking the door and windows. I managed to take a shower and brush my teeth before collapsing on my bed. I shifted and laid on my side, my eyes staring out into the night. I closed my eyes and thought about Hinata, how she changed over the years. Now that I think about it, she changed very much. I closed my eyes, desperate to catch some sleep. My consciousness decided to let me relive a memory that was tucked away in the corner of my mind.

And god, did I hate it.