Table for three. Ch.6 Left alone pt.2
The sun was hidden behind thick grey clouds the next morning, making most people wake up later then usual. Namely, a certain blonde man in the beautiful Sunset clifss seaside apartments. Sprawled out all over his queen sized bed, pillow over his face, snoring quietly till a fresh, rich smell filled the air. 'Hmmm.' Eyes still closed, Naruto walked out of bed, arms stretched out as he walked to the source of the smell.
The blonde had reached the kitchen, where a hot pot of fresh coffee was just finishing in the coffee maker. 'Yum, Hinata must have made it.' Before he could reach for the dark brown waker uper, a yellow piece of paper caught his eyes on the counter. 'Dear Naruto, enjoy your coffee. I went shopping, please do these choures.'
'God I can't read her hand writing.' Naruto squinted and put the paper in the air to just try and read the slanted elegant script on the lines. 'Take out Yukiha, clean the dishes, take out the trash, please clean up your room. it's starting to smell. After that, install the new cable box.' "Cable box?!" Naruto ran out to the living room and saw the wires and cable box. 'No more DVD's!' As soon as he found the instructions, the blonde began putting wires into the wall and the back of the black T.V box.
"Naruto! I'm home." Hinata busted in the door with bags and bags of grocery's and from different stores from Target to Northstorm. "Hey Hinata, you should see the picture on this!" Naruto was on the couch with the cable remote in his hands, feet on the foot rest and a huge smile on his whisker face. "I see you love the cable box I bought, but do you think, oh I don't know, h-help me!" Hinata pleaded as she began toppling over. "Ah! I gotcha!" As Hinata began falling over, instead of the carpet, she flet strong arms hold her. "You sure can shop till you really drop huh Hinata?" Laughed the blonde as he looked down at the blushing woman in his arms.
Naruto looked fully into Hinata's eyes, a somewhat spell in them. Light shaded with a tint of something, but what? 'They're like clouds...morning clouds. "Uhh, Naruto, can you...l-let me go please?" Naruto snapped out of his thought and relised he was still holding the dark indigo haired woman. "S-sorry." He propped her back up and took some of the bags from her. "Wow, you really cleaned this place up." Hinata awed at the clean house. Before it had clothes everywhere, dirty dishes reaching the roof and Naruto's room stench was so strong, it was the first thing you smelt when youwa lked into the apartment. A classic bachulor pad you'd figure. "Yeah, well I'm kinda programed to do things first, when there is a reward for me in the end." Naruto scratched the back of his head, hoping Hinata wouldn't think it was weird. 'Childhood trauma?' Thought Hinata as she took her bags and went to her room.
Later that night, Naruto and Hinata were on the lawn chairs drinking. Cans and glasses were on the sandy grass, two giggling adults rolling in their chairs.
"Oh my gawd, N-Naruto, I-I think, I'm w-wasted." Giggled the woman as she laid on her side to look at the blonde who was almost falling of his chair, a smiled and drunk line on his tan face. "Well, I think, I-I think your right...Haha." Naruto finally rolled of his chair and came to a stop on the side of Hinata's chair. "Haha, you fell." Hinata took the wrong roll and landed on top of Naruto, their faces almost touching. "Your really light, for an American." He laughed in his drunk daze. "I-I'm from J-Japan, dummy." Hinata gently pounded her little fist into Naruto's chest, making him giggled drunkenly. "My home country." The two looked at eachother, nose to nose, eyes staring into one another. "Like the o-ocean." Hinata's palms were on both sides of Naruto's face as he stared. "Like morning clouds."
Naruto held onto Hinta's hips as his face moved closer, eyes closed. Hinata's eyes opened wide, but soon fell low as she felt Naruto's warm breath on her lips. On half inch away...till the phone began to ring. "N-Naruto."
"Nnnnnooo, please, s-stay." But hinata slithered out of his grasp and was soon stumlebbing to the phone inside. Naruto laid in the grass, some sense and a headache coming to him. 'Hell. What...was I gonna do?' A crash of glass broke the blonde out of his mind and into reality. "Hinata?!" Naruto ran into the apartment, alertness and adrenalin pumping as he ran into the kithen where the house phone was.
There, on the tile flooring, sobbing and screaming was the dark indigo haired woman curled up on her side. "Hinata! Hinata whats wrong?" Naruto held her close, his headache gone, his only concern was Hinata. The woman mumbled something into his shirt, tears sinking into the fabric. "What?" He tried lifting her up, but she refused to be lifted. "My sister just died!" She screamed, yelling and pounding Naruto's chest with anger. Naruto's blue eyes opened wide with shock, holding Hinata's head as she continued to pound her fist into him. Smoothing her hair, holding the space between her shoulder blades. 'What now?'