Naruto sat across from Hinata, his arms crossed, while she kept her gaze fixed on her lap. He gestured towards the food, pushing the pot closer to her. Hinata glanced at the pot, feeling a lump form in her throat. "What should I do?" she pondered anxiously, her hand trembling as she took a spoonful of the food and brought it towards her open mouth.

As the spoon hovered near her lips, thoughts raced through Hinata's mind. "If I confess now, will he forgive me?" she wondered, her heart pounding with fear. Naruto watched her intently, a smile playing on his lips. "If he finds out that I not only tried to escape, but also attempted to poison him..." Hinata's thoughts trailed off, her mind imagining the gruesome consequences. "My fingers... no. He might even cut off an arm or a leg. But... that's still better than eating rat poison and dying painfully, right?" she reasoned, her inner turmoil consuming her.

With the spoon in her mouth, Hinata hesitated, her arm frozen in mid-air. "Don't swallow," she whispered to herself, her determination to resist growing stronger. Naruto observed her, his expression initially blank before transforming into a smile. "Look at you!" he exclaimed, leaning forward and gently touching her cheek. "I know I told you to smile, but..." His words trailed off as his pointer and middle finger moved towards her throat, poking her lightly. A surge of panic coursed through Hinata as she desperately fought against swallowing. "Don't swallow. Don't swallow," she repeated in her mind, her entire being focused on resisting the urge.

But Naruto's smile remained, and he continued, "I get it now. An ugly face is ugly even when smiling." With that, he pressed his fingers against her throat, causing her involuntary reflex to kick in, and Hinata swallowed the food against her will.

Hinata clutched her throat, her eyes filled with anguish, while Naruto withdrew his hand. A faint slurping sound reached her ears as Naruto took a bite of the food. "Hm," he remarked, his gaze fixed on the spoon. "It's a little salty."


As Hinata diligently washed the dishes at the sink, a soft voice emanated from the nearby radio. "This is a song request from listener #002," the radio announced, its melodic tone filling the kitchen. Hinata paused for a moment, her hands still immersed in soapy water, as the familiar tune began to play.

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Singing my life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

Her breaths became rapid and shallow, as if the weight of her fears bore down upon her chest. In her trembling hands, a fragile plate slipped from her grasp, crashing onto the floor with a resounding shatter. Startled, she swiftly turned around, her weary eyes scanning the empty space behind her, searching for any sign of presence or threat.

Yet, the room remained still and devoid of any discernible figure. Hinata's heart pounded relentlessly in her ears, her senses heightened with a mix of anticipation and dread. The mounting tension overwhelmed her fragile state, causing a wave of nausea to surge within her.

Clenching her hand over her quivering lips, Hinata fought against the rising bile in her throat. Desperately, she rushed to the sink, finding solace in its proximity. Her body convulsed with each ragged breath, her stomach heaving as she succumbed to the overwhelming sense of distress.

"Haa... haa..." Hinata gasped for air between retches, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and physical exhaustion. The sink became a temporary sanctuary, a place where she could release the turmoil within her, albeit temporarily.

I heard he sang a good song.

Hinata's body convulsed with an intensity she could no longer contain. The overwhelming surge of nausea consumed her, rendering her helpless in its grip. With a forceful expulsion, she retched harder, her body heaving as she emptied the contents of her stomach.

Each retch was a violent release, as if her entire being rebelled against the suffocating weight of her circumstances. Her throat burned with the acidic taste of bile, and tears mingled with the remnants of her distress.

The sound of her wretched retching filled the room, echoing her inner turmoil. It was a guttural cry of anguish, an involuntary response to the overwhelming burden she carried. Hinata's weakened body trembled with the intensity of her release, her breaths ragged and labored.

Hinata slumped against the sink, desperately trying to regain her composure. With a clouded mind and a sense of unease, she turned her gaze once more towards the basement where Naruto was confined.

"Is Naruto still in the basement?" she whispered, her voice filled with both fear and hope. The basement, hidden within a closet in another room, held the key to her potential escape. The thought of freedom flickered in her mind, offering a glimmer of solace amidst her suffering.

Struggling to steady herself, Hinata mustered her resolve. "I should be able to get out now," she murmured, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She leaned over the sink, seeking support, only to find herself overwhelmed by dizziness and a mounting sense of discomfort.

Her body trembled, perspiration beading on her forehead. A sense of disorientation washed over her as the world around her seemed to spin, blurring her perception of reality. With a deep breath, she attempted to steady herself, to find clarity amidst the chaos.

"If I take this chance," she began, her voice strained, "I can break free from this torment." Her eyes, glazed with confusion, fixed upon the door before her, only for it to appear distorted, tilting unnaturally.

Panic set in as Hinata questioned her own senses. "Huh?" she mumbled, her voice trembling. "Why is the door tilting?" Her mind, clouded and fragile, struggled to make sense of the disorienting sight before her.

Naruto emerged from the room, brushing off the dust from his shoulder, and his gaze fell upon the kitchen. There, he discovered Hinata lying face-down on the floor. Letting out a sigh, he gently lifted her up, cradling her in his arms, and made his way towards the basement. However, halfway down the stairs, he paused, his concern growing as he observed her panting and drenched in sweat.

Naruto made a decision and turned back, retracing his steps to the upper floor. Carefully, he laid Hinata down on a nearby futon, his eyes fixed on her with a mix of worry and tenderness. He prepared a cup of salt water and handed it to her. "This will induce vomiting. If you feel the need, use the bucket," he explained, his voice filled with a hint of compassion. Naruto positioned the bucket within her reach, ensuring she had easy access to it. "I'll leave it beside you," he added softly.

Hinata, still dazed, opened her eyes and turned to face him. She silently watched him as he stood up, his presence a mix of concern and enigma. "Sleep," Naruto gently instructed, his voice filled with a rare sense of gentleness. Hinata's gaze followed him as he left the room, her mind filled with a mixture of confusion and curiosity.

Alone on the futon, Hinata shifted her body, turning over and reaching out for the bucket. Clutching it tightly, she braced herself for what might come next, her weary and unsettled mind seeking solace through the act of purging.

The ticking of the clock resonated throughout the house, its rhythmic sound mingling with the occasional drip of water. Hinata lay in bed, deep in sleep, until her slumber was abruptly shattered by piercing screams that reverberated through the walls. "Help me! Please, don't do this! Ahhhh!" the voice cried out, sending shivers down Hinata's spine. Startled and disoriented, she sat up, her heart racing, her mind struggling to comprehend the chaos unfolding around her.

In the doorway stood a figure, obscured by shadows, further intensifying Hinata's confusion and fear. Paralyzed with trepidation, she found herself incapable of moving, her limbs weighed down by a potent mix of anxiety and terror. Naruto, stepping closer, broke the tension with his voice. "So, you're awake. Do you feel better now?" he inquired, his face hidden from her view.

Hinata, her voice barely above a whisper, mustered a response. "Yes," she uttered softly, her confusion still lingering. As she attempted to rise slowly, avoiding direct eye contact with Naruto, he swiftly moved to her side. With a gentle yet commanding touch, he placed his hand on her chest, gently pressing her back down onto the bed. "No, no. Stay there. You're still sick," he insisted, withdrawing his hand and leaving a damp mark on her shirt. Hinata's gaze shifted from the wet spot to Naruto, concern etched on her face. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice laced with genuine worry.

Naruto, momentarily taken aback, looked at her with a puzzled expression. "Huh?" he questioned, caught off guard by her inquiry. "Ah, no, it's nothing..." Hinata began to respond, but before she could finish, Naruto interjected, his tone laced with an accusatory edge. "Weirdo... You have something to say to me, don't you?" he asserted, a flicker of suspicion dancing in his eyes. "Come on. Say it."

Hinata's mind raced as Naruto began counting down from five. Panic gripped her, and she felt compelled to break her silence before his countdown reached zero. "Can I eat with you from now on?" she blurted out, her voice trembling with nervousness. Naruto's eyes widened in surprise, and then he burst into laughter, his amusement reverberating through the room. "That was unexpected. I was wondering what you were going to say," he chuckled. "Why? Don't you like the little table? That's not very nice... It's from my past, after all," he explained, his smile fading slightly.

Hinata looked at Naruto, perplexed by his response. "Past?" she questioned, seeking clarification. Her gaze drifted to the table, taking note of the numerous dents and imperfections adorning its surface. "The table had so many dents," she observed, her curiosity driving her to inquire further. "You're full of questions today. Is it because you're sick?" Naruto pondered, resting his hand beneath his chin. Hinata lay there, unsure of how to respond, her mind muddled with a mix of illness-induced haze and genuine curiosity.

"It's fine. It's fine," Naruto reassured her, sensing her hesitancy. He leaned back, propping himself up with his arm as he engaged in introspection. "Well, how long has it been since I've seen my parents... Since high school? How many years is it, then?" he mused aloud, his fingers dancing in the air as he counted. "Probably back in elementary school? I still remember how I used to eat with my mom. Even though we had a completely fine table to use, we sat on the floor. Because that table was for dad."

Naruto glanced up at the table where his father, Minato, sat, clad in a worn-out wife beater and boxers, engrossed in his cigarette. "What are you looking at?" Minato quipped as he extinguished the cigarette, a hint of irritation lacing his words. Kushina, Naruto's mother, reached out, her hand gently cupping Naruto's cheek, attempting to turn his face towards her. However, Naruto's gaze remained fixed on the small table, his expression distant.

"N-Naruto... You need to go to school, right?" Kushina inquired, her voice tinged with concern and a touch of pleading.

Naruto's voice trembled as he mustered the courage to speak the painful truth. His eyes met Hinata's, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and determination. "He was abusive," Naruto confessed, his voice laden with the weight of his past.

While Naruto quietly savored his meal, the atmosphere at the table grew tense. Suddenly, Naruto's spoon accidentally struck the side of his bowl, resulting in a loud clank. In an instant, Minato's anger ignited, and he grabbed the nearby ashtray, hurling it towards Naruto and Kushina. "SHUT UP!" he bellowed, the force of his words causing Kushina to instinctively shield herself. It was during that chaotic moment that the small table sustained a crack, a physical manifestation of the turmoil that plagued their family.

Naruto's smile faded, replaced by a mix of frustration and bitterness. "There were far more incidents," he began, his voice calm yet tinged with a hint of sadness. Hinata stared at him in shock, her eyes searching for understanding. "But there's no point talking about them now," he continued, his gaze distant.

"This is pretty embarrassing. It's actually my first time talking about it," Naruto admitted, a touch of self-deprecation in his tone. "And to think I'm saying it to someone like you... what a joke." His words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of his past. Hinata, moved by empathy, extended her hand to offer a comforting touch, only to have Naruto seize her wrist firmly, halting her movement.

"No need," he interrupted, his grip tightening momentarily, causing Hinata to wince. His eyes softened, and he released her, a small smile playing on his lips. "For example... your tiny wrists," he remarked, his curiosity evident. "Was that because of your dad?" he inquired, a glimmer of concern underlying his question.

Hinata shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. "No... I lived with my grandparents ever since I was a kid. And now my uncle." She trailed off, not wanting to delve further into the painful memories. Naruto leaned on his hand, his gaze fixed on her, a quiet determination in his eyes. "What about your uncle? Tell me," he prodded gently.

"I-I live with him now," Hinata finally revealed, her voice laden with a mix of resignation and hesitation. Naruto let out an exasperated sigh, his boredom evident. "Boring... So why'd you slit your wrists then?" he questioned, his tone indifferent.

Hinata's response was barely audible, filled with vulnerability. "I was lonely," she confessed softly. "A-and it became a habit, and I ended up going to the police station a lot. But I couldn't stop because it was too painful," she explained, her words laced with regret and sorrow.

Naruto's frustration flared, his patience waning. "God damn it," he muttered, his voice tinged with anger. "That's a nice way to put it. 'I ended up being a perverted stalker.' Is that what you mean, right?" he snapped, his glare piercing through Hinata's fragile defenses.

Hinata stared at Naruto, her disbelief evident in her eyes. His words cut through her like a knife, leaving her speechless and vulnerable.

"You know what?" Naruto's voice resonated with a mixture of frustration and anger. "I hate people like you the most. People who are too scared to die but are always complaining. Too absorbed with pitying themselves to do anything." His gaze bore into her, his glare unwavering. "Stop going on about how lonely you are. I hate that shit."

Hinata's breath hitched, her heart sinking with each word. She lowered her head, allowing her bangs to conceal her tear-filled eyes. The weight of Naruto's words crushed her spirit, leaving her feeling even more isolated and lost.

Hinata trembled, gripping her skirt tightly as she listened to Naruto's words. Her eyes searched his face, hoping to find answers and solace in his gaze. Naruto's serious expression softened as he contemplated her question. Without hesitation, he reached out and took hold of her wrist once again.

"Both you and I are orphans, but still..." Naruto began, his voice filled with a mix of nostalgia and longing. "At least I feel like I'm living with my mom when I'm here. When I sleep, she bangs on the door, calling out to me from far away. Sometimes she even gets mad, and it scares me so much I can't sleep. But somehow, it's gotten better." He smiled, his eyes shining with a sense of comfort. "You know why? I looked for the reason, and then I saw you."

Leaning against his hand, Naruto continued to smile at Hinata. "Even when you were sprawled in the basement, the fact that we were together made me feel relieved." He placed a hand over his heart, feeling its steady beat. "And to think, I'm even being loved. That makes me feel so strong." His grip on her wrist tightened gently as he looked the scars there. "You wanted to know what you should do, right?" he asked, bringing her wrist to his lips and pressing a tender kiss against it.

Hinata's eyes widened in shock, never having experienced such a gesture before. Naruto winked at her playfully. "I wonder if that's a good enough answer," he mused. Blushing, she felt his hand cupping her face, his touch both comforting and electrifying. "Naruto..." she whispered, her voice barely audible. As she looked into his eyes, he seized the opportunity, pulling her closer for a kiss. However, she turned away, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

"No... I still smell like vomit," Hinata protested, feeling self-conscious. Naruto, undeterred, firmly grasped the back of her head and pulled her in for the kiss she had initially resisted. Hinata's eyes widened in surprise before she surrendered to the moment, kissing him back with fervor. Lost in the intensity of their connection, she leaned forward, causing Naruto's back to lightly hit the wall. Naruto opened his eyes slightly, gazing at her with a mixture of desire and adoration. Just as he began to fully open his eyes, she playfully bit his lip, eliciting a mixture of pleasure and surprise.

Naruto, aware of the need to maintain control, gently pulled her back, breaking their passionate embrace. They both found themselves panting, their chests rising and falling in sync. Naruto's hand remained on Hinata's forehead, feeling the warmth radiating from her.

Hinata's voice quivered as she spoke, her face flushed with a deep blush. Her hands timidly rested on Naruto's thighs, her gaze fixated on a specific area. "Um," she stammered, "can I... suck it?" The words hung in the air, heavy with anticipation and vulnerability.

Naruto's expression shifted, caught off guard by her bold request. He flashed an awkward smile, his uncertainty evident. "Nah... you're scary," he replied, his words laced with a mix of nervousness and playful banter. Hinata's disappointment was palpable as she began to withdraw, accepting his response.

But then, in a surprising twist, Naruto reached out and pulled her back towards him. "If you really want to use your hands." He said bringing her hand to his crouch. She wrapped her hand around the bulge as he moved her hand back and forth. She brought her other to her lips. "Wow…so big." She whispered. "Its so hard. If this enters me." Hinata shuttered at the thought. She leaned forward as she gripped the skirt. "I-I can't hold it in." She stroked him faster as she fingered herself. "Ah, Naruto…Naruto." She moaned out. Once she came she fell on top of him letting out a small giggle.

Hinata's hands were sticky, coated with the remnants of her juice. With a playful smile, she held them up for Naruto to see, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Look," she exclaimed, "I wish you and I could mix together like this." Her hands clasped together, symbolizing a desire for unity and intimacy between them. A gentle giggle escaped her lips, filling the air with a lighthearted warmth.

Suddenly, her expression shifted to one of concern. "Oh no, I got some on the ground... I'm so sorry!" Hinata apologized, her voice filled with genuine remorse. Naruto's gaze softened as he watched her, captivated by her presence. Without hesitation, he brought his hand to his lips, a subtle blush spreading across his face. "It's okay," he reassured her, his voice filled with tenderness. "I'll clean it up."