The Boy in the Park
Chapter Fifty-Two
He was furious as he walked back home, Naruko in tow. That pervert! They had a deal! To leave Naruko alone with Geisha of all things! Really!
His pace slowed down considerably when he was in sight of his home.
Naruko, behind him, didn't realize he had stopped only she came barrelling against his back.
"Aniki?" the girl softly said, watching her brother freeze. She carefully moved her head past him, and then stilled for but a second. There was some luggage in front of their house, and…
"What are they doing here?" Naruko mumbled.
"I don't know," Shinku grimaced as he resumed walking.
Sakura was the one who greeted them first.
"Onii-sama!" she waved at them, "Can we stay for the night please?" she said clasping her hands together. "Pretty please?"
Shinku looked from her to…
To his parents, and then gave a curt nod. "I…I have a guest room."
"Yatta!" Sakura fist-pumped in the air, "See Okaa-san? I told you Onii-sama would let us in!"
His hand trembled slightly as he unlocked the door, letting his…family…inside.
He received an awkward smile from his father and a curt bowing gesture from his mother. Naruko entered last, holding up a tight smile while eying him carefully.
"I can share my room with Sakura, Aniki!" she said then as he closed the door. "Oh! We can have a sleepover! Maybe I can call Hinat—"
There was a knock at the door the next moment.
Shinku opened and found himself staring at Hinata Hyuga, holding on to a bag and already in her pyjama.
"I was passing by and realized I was already in a sleepover suit, Aniki-san," she said politely. "Can I come in?"
"Of course," he said, mustering his best smile. He closed the door after that, and then went over to the kitchen. He needed a cup of coffee after this.
Showing the guest room to his parents wasn't difficult, albeit it felt forced to muster a smile to them. When he turned to leave, he stilled at the sound of his mother's voice.
"Shinku…"
He turned for a moment, raising an eyebrow.
"We'll be out of your hair by tomorrow."
"It's not a problem," he replied awkwardly.
He then wobbled back down to the kitchen and grabbed with both hands the steaming coffee mug. Sitting down on the chair, he began to sip at it quietly, before taking out the 'homework' his students had done and starting to correct it. He still had a job to go starting the next day after all.
Naruko's gaze was lukewarm at best when it met with that of Sakura and Hinata, who were both cross-legged and forming a triangle with her —a 'planning session' was in action.
"Aniki was not happy," Naruko said bluntly.
"Aniki-san did not indeed appear happy," Hinata replied immediately, moving her head up and down quickly.
"Onii-sama and Okaa-san just need to talk it out for a bit," Sakura said then. "It's been three years now. More than enough time to lay down the axe."
"W-What!?" Naruko exclaimed surprised. "Are they fighting with axes!? If you mom tries to axe Aniki, I'll have her—"
"It's a figure of speech, Naruko," Sakura retorted sporting a nervous tick-mark. "But we're leaving tomorrow morning, since the Hokage paid for the services of a shinobi who is good at creating houses from wood and…"
Hinata smiled. "Oh, leave that to me. Anything to make Aniki-san happier."
Furthermore, if she made Aniki-san happy with his mother, her own mother-in-law would be happy too. Then Naruko would be happy because her Aniki was happy, and everyone would be happy.
And she'd have a perfect marriage and a perfect family with Naruko after that.
The next day, Yamato found himself suddenly surrounded by sunglass wearing thugs dressed in black like the Yakuza, with forehead protectors with the Symbol of Konoha.
"Tenzo of Woody-Construction?"
Yamato sweat dropped. "Look, that's a stupid nickname and I'm currently heading to—"
"We are going to make you an offer you can't refuse," and suddenly, all he saw was black as they covered him with a black bag and tied him firmly to a log.
"Wait! Where the hell are—"
He felt himself being transported miles away through repeated use of Shunshin, until he heard the rumbling noise of a waterfall nearby.
"Hey! Let me go! This is against the law!"
"The Oyabun sends his regards," the next moment, they flung him in the waterfall.
"Hinata-sama?" one of the sunglass-wearing Yakuza thugs said, pushing his right finger to the communication radio in his ear, "We have delivered the package to the Highway."
"Very well," Hinata replied from her position in the Aniki-san's bathroom, "You may all take a cookie from the Good Yakuza Action Jar. No more than one per person, understood?"
"Yes, Hinata-sama!"
Hinata closed off the connection and smiled. She cackled madly for a second, thinking about the perfect plan for the perfect family, and then sauntered out of the bathroom.
Shinku, on the other hand, woke up to a heavy weight settled on his chest. He was expecting it to be Sakura, since his hand was already going to the hidden Frying pan beneath his pillow, but he froze when he heard the mumbling of ramen and 'Aniki' from the weight in question.
He pushed the sheets away slightly, to reveal the 'weight' as a frog-pyjama wearing Naruko who was drooling over his chest and sleeping heavily.
"Ramen…" she mumbled. "More…"
"Really," he sighed, trying to stand up.
Naruko suddenly hugged him tightly, to the point of making him hiss in pain —what the hell had she been eating, to get that strong?
"Don't run ramen…don't run…" she whined pitifully. "More ramen…yesh…"
"Why aren't you in your room to begin with?" he mumbled.
"Sakura…yawn…tried to leave to get to you, Aniki," Naruko muttered, now in her 'fake sleep' mode. "Hinata kept…touching my boobs…"
He was feeling some soft pressure against his stomach, now that she pointed out the 'boobs' part.
"Wasn't the purpose of a sleepover to sleep with your friends?"
"I'll see Sakura on missions," Naruko grumbled doing her worst 'I'm sleeping' imitation. "Hinata will follow me anyway…" she rubbed the side of her cheek against his chest. "I want to see Aniki more."
Then she yawned and opened her eyes blearily. She blinked, and then blushed. "Ah! I just woke up Aniki! Why am I here? I have no idea whatsoever I swear!" she exclaimed as if she was reciting some sort of script. "I think I will now take my leave so that you can head down to the kitchen a bit later and see your mother cooking breakfast because so the two of you can talk privately while me and Sakura hold off your father and Hinata has taken care of—"
Shinku's eyes widened.
Naruko brought a hand to her mouth and then closed her eyes tightly, her entire frame trembling. "I…" she muttered at last, "I said too much?"
"Does it bother you?" Shinku said after a few minutes of silence.
Naruko looked back at him, fidgeting with the end of her ponytails. "I don't like seeing Aniki sad or upset," she mumbled with a light rosy tint on her cheeks. "I like him kind and smiling."
She blushed more after that.
"Eh…troublesome," Shinku sighed.
Shikamaru sneezed, loudly. Then he realized it was too troublesome to bother and returned to sleep.
"Troublesome brat," he patted Naruko's head, and then tried to move out of the bed. "Can you let me go now?"
"Uhm…" Naruko turned thoughtful, still purring as she kept on rubbing her cheek against him. "Aniki…can we have ramen for dinner again?"
"No," he retorted. "You ate more than enough yesterday."
"But it's sooo good…"
"No."
"Meanie."
"Proud of it."
"Stingy."
"I prefer my wallet happy."
"Pretty please?" she blinked then, before adding with a sulky voice, "I'll do that thing with my tongue if you say yes."
Shinku froze.
"What?" he squawked out.
"Uh? Nadare-san said that she always got gifts when she said that," Naruko blinked back. "I don't know what I have to do with the tongue though…do you know Aniki?"
She asked innocently.
He pried her off and then headed towards the bathroom silently.
He actually flung a frying pan at Sakura, pushing her out of the shower where she had hidden half-naked, trying to catch him off guard.
He needed a cold shower.
Because he was boiling with rage.
Jiraiya was starting to grow annoyed. "Listen, I hate having people peek at me while I'm peeking!" he exclaimed towards Joe Black who was standing behind his shoulders.
"Sorry, it's not my fault," Joe shrugged.
"Gah! Anyway…Zuzade-zama…then there's zonzon and…"
"Yes," Tsunade suddenly said, appearing right behind him with her knuckles cracking. "What does Zuzade do with zonzon?"
"Oh, well, I shouldn't be telling what the next book is about but since you…" he turned his head to stare into Tsunade's eyes, "asked…" his voice grew incredibly weak.
"Kami…Help me please." He blurted out.
Up above, Kami flipped through the Icha-Icha Saintly Porn Edition and chuckled.
"Uh? Someone said something?" he said suddenly, looking around. "Never mind…let's get back to what Zizune does with Saint Zonzon."