Authors Note: This is an AU all characters are for the sake of the story over 18, and Reviewer no Kage you made my day.
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Bar Crawl
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"Hold on, wait a minute, why are we going in?" Naruto questioned, his brows furrowed as they stood outside the doors of the second nightclub on their list.
Hinata turned to face him, her gaze determined. "I can't see inside this one," she replied bluntly, her eyes scanning the entrance. Without wasting any more time, she started walking past the line towards the front door, catching the attention of the bouncer. He initially moved to stop her, but as he got a closer look at Hinata, he hesitated. His orders were clear: " Let in Any hot chicks." And Hinata definitely fits that description.
"He's with me," Hinata stated, pointing her thumb towards Naruto, who had caught up to her. The bouncer, recognizing the opportunity to let in another attractive girl, nodded and opened the door, granting them entry. In his mind, Naruto was as much eye candy as Hinata as he knew the boss played on both teams.
As Naruto and Hinata pushed open the doors of the nightclub, a surge of energy washed over them. The thumping bass of the music reverberated through their bodies, pulsating with a primal rhythm. The air was thick with excitement, the mingling scents of perfume, alcohol, and sweat enveloping their senses.
Flashing lights of vibrant colors danced across the dimly lit space, casting an electrifying glow on the revelers. The dance floor, a sea of moving bodies, seemed like a swirling mass of energy and passion. Bodies gyrated and twisted in sync with the music, their movements fluid and hypnotic. Their outfits ranged from sleek and form-fitting attire that accentuated their every move to loose and flowy garments that swirled around them revealing all their bodies, exposing them in flashes of bare skin in a mesmerizing display.
Amidst the skillful dancers, there were also those who seemed to be in a world of their own, lost in the music and letting it guide their every step. They moved with an infectious joy, their smiles illuminating the room. Their dance styles varied from energetic and uninhibited movements to graceful and fluid gestures, each reflecting their unique personalities and preferences. It was clear to their trained eye that they were in a drug-induced haze.
The room was adorned with intricate decorations, from shimmering disco balls cascading sparkling beams across the room to neon signs illuminating the walls with provocative phrases. The atmosphere was a sensory overload, with the combination of pounding music, flashing lights, and the collective energy of the crowd creating an intoxicating ambiance.
The DJ, perched high above the crowd, commanded the turntables with skillful precision, seamlessly blending one track into another. The music reverberated through every corner of the club, urging the patrons to lose themselves in its infectious beats.
Bartenders behind the bar spun bottles and mixed drinks with flair, their movements a choreographed spectacle. The bar itself was lined with rows of colorful bottles, each containing a liquid promise of intoxication and liberation.
In the midst of it all, bodies moved with an uninhibited freedom. People from all of the five great lands and styles converged in this vibrant space, united by a shared desire to escape reality and surrender to the moment.
As Naruto and Hinata made their way further into the club, they could feel the raw energy coursing through their veins. The cacophony of laughter, conversation, and occasional shouts blended together into a symphony of chaos and euphoria.
Naruto noticed Hinata utilizing her Byakugan and approached her cautiously. "Can you see anything?"
Hinata shook her head, her balance faltering as though a mysterious force was affecting her. Reacting swiftly, Naruto sprang forward, his arms encircling her to prevent her from falling. Leaning back into his chest, she rubbed her temples in frustration, feeling the unsettling impact on her bloodline abilities.
Startled by the intimate contact, Hinata forcefully disentangled herself from Naruto's grasp, her expression a mix of anger and uncertainty. She seemed poised to strike, but her instability caused her to lose her footing once again, tumbling back into Naruto's waiting arms. Recognizing she needed to sit down, Naruto guided her to an unoccupied booth, gently lowering her into the comfort of the plush leather seat.
As they settled in, a vivacious waitress bounced over to their table, emanating infectious energy. She was dressed in a revealing maid outfit that tantalized the imagination, captivating the attention of the club's patrons.
"What can I get you to drink?" she cheerfully asked, her movements synchronized with the pulsating music as she danced from one foot to the other swaying her hips. Her gaze momentarily flickered to Hinata, her concern evident as she noticed Hinata's disoriented state.
A smile graced the waitress's face as she offered a word of caution, "Hey, hon, I wouldn't recommend using the Byakugan in here. They've placed seals to prevent any sort of spying or ninja jutsu."
"We don't need any drinks," Hinata groaned, her head pounding with an impending headache.
The waitress smirked and said, "There's a two-drink minimum, sweetheart. Wouldn't want to have to call over the gorilla." She pointed her pen towards a hulking man in a black t-shirt and pants, his muscles bulging.
Naruto sighed and relented, realizing they had no choice. "Fine, two beers," he said, handing the waitress some money. She bounced away with a mischievous smile on her face.
The waitress returned with four beers in hand, placing two in front of Naruto and two in front of Hinata. Naruto raised an eyebrow and asked, "Hey, we only ordered two beers. What's with the extra?"
The waitress smirked and replied, "Consider it a nice tip for me, handsome." She winked at Naruto before walking away.
Hinata glanced at Naruto, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "Looks like she decided to take matters into her own hands," she remarked.
Naruto chuckled and took a sip of his beer. "Well, I guess we got some extra drinks. Let's make the best of it," he said, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.
Hinata nodded, her focus returning to their mission. "Right. We need to stay focused and find any clues about Jiraiya's whereabouts," she reminded him.
As they discreetly searched the club, blending in with the crowd and keeping an eye out for any suspicious activities, they observed the people around them. The pulsating music and flashing lights created an energetic atmosphere, making it challenging to gather any useful information. Nevertheless, they remained determined, exchanging brief whispers whenever they noticed something noteworthy.
Naruto leaned closer to Hinata, his voice barely audible over the music. "Any luck so far?" he asked, scanning the room.
Hinata shook her head slightly. "Not yet. We'll have to keep searching. Let's head to the VIP section; it's worth checking out," she suggested downing one of the beers before gesturing toward a secluded area with exclusive access.
With their drinks in hand, Naruto and Hinata made their way toward the VIP section, ready to unravel the mysteries that awaited them.
As Naruto and Hinata entered the VIP area, they noticed a large, overweight man sitting on a plush sofa surrounded by burly bodyguards. His eyes lit up as he caught sight of Hinata, appreciating her figure.
The man chuckled and patted the empty space next to him. "Well, well, what do we have here? A beauty gracing my humble abode," he said, his voice laced with a mix of amusement and arrogance.
Hinata maintained her composure, though she felt a tinge of discomfort under the man's gaze. She exchanged a quick glance with Naruto before stepping forward, her tone firm but polite. "We're looking for someone named Jiraiya. Do you happen to know him?"
The man's jovial expression turned serious, and he leaned back in his seat, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Jiraiya, you say? That name rings a bell," he replied, his tone slightly cryptic. "But before I spill any beans, I must know why you're so interested in him."
Naruto moved forward, a determined look on his face. "Jiraiya is an old friend of the family. We've been trying to track him down. Any information you can provide would be greatly appreciated."
The man's eyes sparkled with intrigue as he observed Naruto. "An old friend, huh? Well, I can't resist helping out a friend in need," he said, a mischievous grin forming on his lips. "But first, a small favor.
The man's eyes gleamed mischievously as he observed Naruto and Hinata, a devious smile creeping across his face. "Searching for Jiraiya, are you? Well, I might have some information for you," he said, his voice dripping with a hint of amusement. "But before I share anything, how about entertaining me with a little dance? Show me your moves, and perhaps I'll be more inclined to help."
Hinata's eyes narrowed, her skills in dancing were not in question but she had questions about Naruto's, She exchanged a quick glance with Naruto, both of them understanding the need to play along to get the information they desired.
Naruto, always eager to rise to a challenge, grinned and extended his hand to Hinata. "Let's give him a performance he won't forget," he whispered.
Hinata nodded, her small smile firm as she took Naruto's hand. She downed her second beer before putting the empty glass down on the table top. Together, they stepped onto the small dance floor, surrounded by the pulsating music and flashing lights. The crowd around them cheered and made way as they began to move, their bodies flowing in sync with the rhythm.
With each step and twirl, Naruto and Hinata showcased their hidden skills, capturing the attention of everyone in the VIP area, including the man himself. Their dance was a combination of strength, grace, and passion, leaving a lasting impression on all who watched. When Naruto tossed Hinata high into the air as she went spinning only to land back into his arms with a flare.
As the song came to an end, Naruto and Hinata struck a final pose, their chests heaving with exhilaration. The crowd erupted into applause, appreciating the duo's performance.
The man's expression had transformed from amusement to intrigue. He clapped his hands together, a wide grin stretching across his face. "Well done, my friends! That was quite impressive," he exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "Now, share a drink with me and I will tell you what I know as promised, I'll share what I know about Jiraiya."
Naruto and Hinata exchanged satisfied glances, knowing that their efforts had paid off. They had managed to captivate the man's attention and gain his cooperation, inching closer to uncovering the information they sought. Soon a waiter brought out shots of clear liquor, looking at each other they downed it in one go before sitting down.
The man leaned back on his plush seat, a wide grin stretching across his face. "Ah, Jiraiya, you say? He's a regular club hopper, always seeking out the liveliest entertainment. I heard he's in town, there's a good chance he might be at one of the strip clubs down the street," he revealed, his voice laced with amusement.
Naruto's eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and excitement. He turned to Hinata, who wore the same expression. "Looks like we've got our next destination," Naruto said, a hint of anticipation in his voice.
Hinata nodded, her resolve solidifying. "Let's head there and find Jiraiya," she replied, her voice firm.
With gratitude for the man's information, Naruto and Hinata bid him farewell and made their way out of the VIP area. Stepping into the bustling night, they followed the neon lights and pulsating music, drawing closer to the strip clubs that held the possibility of finding Jiraiya.
As they approached the first club, the thumping bass reverberated through the streets, beckoning them inside. Naruto took a deep breath, his excitement building. "This is it, Hinata. We're getting closer to finding Jiraiya," he said.
The entrance of the strip club loomed ahead, bathed in neon lights and guarded by burly bouncers. Naruto and Hinata exchanged a quick glance, their unspoken understanding evident. With a shared breath, they stepped forward, ready to dive deeper into the shadows of the night.
As they paid to enter the club, they were handed another drink and once past the curtains, the atmosphere shifted, enveloping them in a mix of pulsating music, dim lights, and an air of mystery. The scent of perfume and anticipation hung in the air as they made their way through the crowd, their eyes scanning for any sign of the legendary Sannin.
As Naruto and Hinata ventured deeper into the heart of the strip club, they were greeted by the sight of bikini-clad women gracefully moving on the stage, their bodies swaying to the rhythm of the music. The colorful lights danced across their glistening skin, drawing the attention of the mesmerized audience.
Amidst the sea of people, a man with a hungry gaze locked onto Hinata, his eyes lingering on her with an intensity that sent a chill down her spine. She downed her drink and tightened her grip on Naruto's arm, her expression blank, refusing to let the man's stare shake her.
Naruto, sensing Hinata's discomfort, positioned himself protectively by her side, casting a steely glare at the man. "Keep your eyes to yourself," he warned, his voice carrying a warning tone that brooked no argument.
The man, momentarily startled by Naruto's assertiveness, quickly averted his gaze, clearly aware of the underlying threat in Naruto's voice. He turned his attention back to the stage, captivated once again by the enchanting dancers.
Hinata's heart raced with a mixture of relief and gratitude as she felt Naruto's protective presence beside her. She focused her Byakugan, this time able to scan the surroundings for any sign of Jiraiya amidst the alluring chaos.
Navigating through the club became a delicate dance, as Naruto and Hinata wove their way past tables filled with eager patrons, their eyes locked on the enticing performances unfolding before them. The air was thick with a heady mix of desire and anticipation, amplified by the pulsating music that reverberated through the room.
Hinata's gaze caught fleeting glimpses of Jiraiya's distinct white hair in the distance, prompting them to push forward with a sense of urgency. Naruto spared no attention to the distractions that surrounded them.
As they moved deeper into the club, the sensation of eyes upon them lingered. Hinata could feel the hunger in some gazes, the intensity of desires hidden behind veiled intentions. But she remained undeterred, she was unshaken, as she and Naruto pressed on in their quest to locate Jiraiya.
With a loud bang, they turned to look at the stage, adorned with glittering lights and adorned by captivating dancers, which seemed to hypnotize the audience, drawing them into a world of fleeting fantasies. A new set of dancers came out this time wearing even less than the other girls.
Reaching the booth where the white-haired man sat, Naruto and Hinata exchanged glances, their anticipation giving way to a momentary disappointment. It wasn't Jiraiya who occupied the seat, but another individual, a man with a striking resemblance to the legendary shinobi, even sharing the red lines on his face.
Undeterred by the unexpected turn of events, Naruto leaned in closer, his voice tinged with determination. "Excuse me, sir. We're searching for someone named Jiraiya. Have you seen him around?"
The man's eyes flickered with a mix of curiosity and amusement as he sized up Naruto and Hinata. A mischievous grin played across his lips as he leaned back in his seat. "Jiraiya, you say? Well, well. You're looking for quite the elusive figure. Sit with me, we can talk over a drink."
Hinata's gaze settled on the man's playful demeanor. "Please, if you have any information about his whereabouts, we would greatly appreciate it. It's a matter of utmost importance."
The man's expression softened slightly, a hint of sympathy glimmering in his eyes as they took a seat next to him as drinks were brought to the table, "I can't say I've seen him here tonight, but Jiraiya is known to be quite the wanderer. If he's in the vicinity, you might have better luck at one of the neighboring strip clubs. He has a penchant for seeking inspiration in unexpected places, after all. Now let's have a toast to your luck." With that, they picked up their shot glasses and down one more drink. This one went down easier than the others.
The man's gaze shifted towards Hinata, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of interest and a hunger for profit. A suggestive smirk played on his lips as he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low, conspiratorial tone. "Speaking of which, my dear, you've got quite the captivating figure. If you're interested in making some extra money, I happen to know the owner. He could arrange for you to dance on stage tonight. It will be more than this boy is paying you for the night."
Hinata's eyes widened, a mix of surprise and indignation crossing her face. The thought that she was with Naruto because he was paying for her made her angry. She straightened her posture, her voice firm and determined. "Thank you for the offer, but I must decline. We have a different purpose for being here, and Naruto isn't paying for me."
Naruto's protective instincts kicked in, his expression hardening as he interjected. "Yeah, what she said. We have a job to do."
The man chuckled, sensing he wasn't getting anywhere with them... "Fair enough, fair enough. Can't blame a man for trying, can you? Best of luck in your search then, and should you change your mind, you know where to find me."
With a nod of acknowledgment, Naruto and Hinata turned away, leaving behind the man's lingering gaze. As they ventured deeper into the maze of the strip clubs, the atmosphere crackled with a blend of sensuality and mystery.
Entering the next club, they were immediately greeted by the familiar pulsating music and the entrance fee. However, this club had an added twist - a shot of blue liquid that burned as it traveled down their throats. Naruto and Hinata braced themselves and took the shot, feeling the fiery sensation coursing through their bodies.
As they stepped into the smoky atmosphere, the stage stood empty, creating anticipation in the air. The crowd seemed restless, eagerly awaiting the next performance or event. Naruto and Hinata weaved through the tables, searching for any signs of Jiraiya's presence.
The air inside the club was thick with sweat smoke that clouded the mind as much as the eyes, adding an air of mystery to the atmosphere. The stage stood empty, heightening the anticipation among the crowd, as if everyone eagerly awaited the upcoming spectacle.
Navigating their way through the tables, Naruto and Hinata found themselves confronted by a group of rowdy men. One of them said to Naruto, "You got a nice catch there.", as he proceeded to slap Hinata on the backside. Hinata's eyes flared with anger, in an instant, her hand met the man's face with a resounding slap, sending him tumbling to the floor amid the laughter of the onlookers. They all acted like this happen all the time.
Escaping from the group, Naruto and Hinata resumed their search for Jiraiya. However, their hopes were shattered when the entire club was plunged into darkness. A voice boomed through the speakers, breaking the silence, as an announcer declared, "Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for tonight's special guest, Lady Sukku."
Turning their attention to the stage, Naruto and Hinata watched in awe as a tall and captivating figure emerged, adorned in a flowing robe. With each graceful spin to the slow music, Lady Sukku tantalizingly revealed glimpses of her enchanting form, captivating the crowd with her alluring presence.
Caught in the spellbinding allure of Lady Sukku's performance, Naruto and Hinata found themselves entranced by her every move. As Sukku gracefully glided across the stage, shedding pieces of her robe, the atmosphere crackled with anticipation. The young shinobi stood transfixed, their gazes locked on her as she moved with unparalleled grace.
Piece by piece, the fabric cascaded to the floor, revealing Sukku's flawless form. Naruto and Hinata had never witnessed such a captivating display, and it left them momentarily breathless. Sukku, now adorned with only two fans to maintain her modesty, continued her mesmerizing dance, synchronized with the escalating tempo of the music.
With each beat, Sukku's movements grew more intense, her body becoming a blur of elegant motion. The crowd erupted with wild applause, completely absorbed in her performance. Naruto and Hinata, caught in the whirlwind of emotions, felt a surge of conflicting desires within them. The allure of the moment pulled at their hearts, temporarily clouding their minds with a tantalizing escape from their respective yearnings.
As the music reached its climax and Sukku's dance reached its peak she dropped her fans and the lights dimmed, Naruto and Hinata shook off the enchantment that held them captive. Their eyes met, a new type of connection flowing between them as they took a decisive step towards the exit of the club, leaving behind the tantalizing allure of Lady Sukku's performance.
"I think we should call it a night," Naruto suggested, his mind still preoccupied with the lingering image of Sukku.
Hinata glanced at him, her face flushed and her breath slightly uneven, but her focus was unwavering. "We planned to meet with the others in two hours. That should be enough time for one more club," she countered, already heading down the street. Naruto noticed her steps were a little uneven as he hurried to catch up, not wanting to lose her in the bustling crowd.
He found Hinata standing before the sign of the next club, boldly proclaiming it as the city's best for female dorori. Naruto was puzzled and intrigued, so he couldn't help but ask, "What is dorori?"
Hinata turned to face him, her flushed cheeks accentuating a mischievous smile. "It's short for dororinpikku, you know, mud wrestling," she replied, her gaze fixed on the club's entrance as she confidently stepped inside. Naruto's curiosity got the better of him as he followed suit, eager to discover what awaited them inside.
As they entered the club, a tray of colorful jello shots was offered to them. Hinata caught up in the excitement of the moment, didn't hesitate to down one, a mischievous grin forming on her face. She picked up another jello shot from the tray as she walked further into the club, the roaring cheers of the crowd filling her ears. The sight that greeted them was a pit filled with mud, where four women exerted their strength and skill to try and pin each other down. On the side, a betting board displayed rapidly changing numbers as money exchanged hands in a flurry of anticipation.
Hinata's eyes gleamed with curiosity as she observed the intense competition taking place in the mud wrestling pit. The atmosphere was charged with energy, and the crowd's enthusiasm was contagious. Naruto, intrigued by the spectacle, couldn't help but join Hinata's side, his gaze fixed on the captivating display before them. It was a raw, exhilarating scene, where the female wrestlers showcased their agility and determination in a gritty struggle for victory.
It was at that moment that Naruto's gaze shifted to the wrestlers in the pit, and he realized that they were clad in nothing but a layer of mud that covered their bodies. His eyes widened in surprise, momentarily taken aback by the unexpected sight. The mud served as their only form of clothing, adding an element of rawness and primal intensity to the already intense atmosphere.
The women's movements in the pit became even more mesmerizing as Naruto watched them skillfully navigate the slippery terrain, their bodies glistening with mud and sweat. Each contestant displayed a unique blend of strength, agility, and strategy, their determination palpable as they fought for dominance in the pit. The crowd's cheers grew louder, their excitement escalating with every twist and turn of the intense mud wrestling match.
Hinata, down the shot in her hand and pulled another off of a passing tray unaffected by the lack of attire, she seemed captivated by the spectacle, her eyes fixed on the girls before them. Naruto, while initially taken aback, found himself equally drawn into the thrilling display of athleticism and fierce competition. The pulsating energy of the crowd and the raw physicality of the wrestlers created an atmosphere that was both electrifying and intoxicating.
They didn't know if it was skill or exhaustion but in the end, only one girl was standing to the roar of the crowd as the betting window closed and the winner collected their winnings. A hose was used to wash off the mud as the girls stood getting another roar from the mostly men in the crowd as they threw money at the girls as they exited.
Naruto stood there, speechless, unable to find the right words to express what he was witnessing. Turning to Hinata, he noticed her mischievous grin, as if she held a secret joke. His gaze shifted to the jello shot in her hand, realizing she had been enjoying them a bit too much.
"I have never...," Naruto trailed off, his astonishment evident in his voice. He watched as Hinata downed yet another jello-shot, her playful demeanor amplified by the drinks. He had lost count of how many shots she had already taken.
Hinata's eyes twinkled with excitement as she surveyed the upcoming match. The next four girls leaped into the mud, ready to roll and tussle as the bell was about to sound. Hinata's competitive spirit kicked in.
"I could take them," Hinata declared, her confidence shining through. She eagerly anticipated the start of the match, her gaze fixed on the mud-covered battleground.
Naruto couldn't help but laugh, admiring Hinata's spirited determination. "You're really fired up, Hinata! Alright, let's see what they've got!"
As the crowd erupted with cheers, Naruto and Hinata positioned themselves closer to the ring, ready to witness the mud wrestling spectacle unfold. Naruto's eyes flickered with anticipation.
Hinata's excitement bubbled over, and she leaned in closer to Naruto. "Naruto, this is so different from my usual missions, it's so exciting! We never know what surprises await us, do we?"
Naruto grinned, caught up in the infectious energy of the moment. "That's what makes life exciting, Hinata. We're shinobi, but that doesn't mean we can't enjoy some fun along the way!"
With laughter and cheering surrounding them, Naruto and Hinata embraced the thrill of the moment, temporarily forgetting in the face of this wild and unforgettable night why they were even there.
Being at the edge of the ring, it wasn't surprising that Hinata was hit in the face by a splatter of flying mud. What caught Naruto off guard, however, was her unexpected reaction.
"Here, hold my drink!" Hinata yelled over the raucous cheers, thrusting her jello-shot into Naruto's hand. Before he could comprehend what was happening, she swiftly removed her leather jacket and began pulling her shirt over her head.
Naruto's eyes widened, his face turning crimson at the sight of Hinata's bare breasts. Shocked and flustered, he accidentally dropped the drink, its contents spilling onto the floor. Acting on instinct, he quickly moved to shield Hinata's exposed form, hastily pulling her shirt back down and gathering her jacket.
Realizing the commotion they had caused, Naruto swiftly scooped Hinata up into his arms, her protests and kicking feet over his shoulder her yells echoing through the club. Ignoring the bewildered stares of onlookers, he carried her away from the ring, seeking a quieter and less revealing spot to regroup.
Once they found a secluded corner away from prying eyes, Naruto gently set Hinata down, his cheeks still flushed with embarrassment. "Hinata, what were you thinking? You can't just... expose yourself like that!"
Hinata, still brimming with the energy of the night and fueled by the drinks she had consumed, looked up at Naruto, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Oh, come on, Naruto. We're here to have fun, remember? I thought it would add some excitement to the atmosphere! You know I can take them all!"
Naruto sighed, his exasperation mixed with affection. "I get that, but there are other ways to have fun without... well, without baring it all. Let's keep the focus on why we are here and not get carried away, alright?"
Hinata's expression softened, realizing the impact on Naruto. "You're right, Naruto. I got caught up, I'm sorry if I embarrassed you."
Naruto smiled warmly, reaching out to gently squeeze her shoulders. "No need to apologize, Hinata. We're in this together, and we'll make sure to have a great time without any more... unexpected surprises, okay?"
As Hinata looked into Naruto's bright blue eyes, a surge of emotions overwhelmed her. At that moment, the boundaries between their roles and their unspoken feelings blurred. Without thinking, she gave in to the intense longing within her and let her actions speak for her heart.
"I love you...", she said closing the gap between them, she wrapped her arms around Naruto's neck, pulling him closer. Their lips met in a passionate, fervent kiss, carrying the weight of years of unspoken desires and untold confessions. In that embrace, Hinata poured all her pent-up emotions, all the what-ifs, and should-haves, into the depths of their connection.
Naruto, initially taken aback by the sudden intensity, quickly reciprocated the kiss. He felt the raw, unrestrained emotions pouring through Hinata's touch, and at that moment, he understood the depth of her feelings. The world around them seemed to fade away as they lost themselves in the embrace, their lips moving in perfect synchrony.
Time seemed to stand still as the kiss deepened, a mixture of passion, longing, and a hint of sadness. It was a bittersweet exchange, fueled by the recognition of missed opportunities and unspoken truths. The weight of their shared history and unrequited love hung in the air, as they both yearned for what could have been.
Eventually, they reluctantly pulled away, their breaths mingling in the space between them. Hinata's face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and vulnerability, realizing the meaning of her actions. She searched Naruto's eyes, hoping to find understanding and acceptance, she had loved Memna her whole life and now this Naruto blurred her emotions with the one she loved in her world.
Naruto, his own emotions swirling within him, gently touched Hinata's cheek, his gaze filled with a mixture of tenderness and sincerity. "Hinata... I didn't know... I didn't realize..."
Hinata's words echoed in Naruto's mind, but their meaning was lost amidst the haze of the moment. Her confession, mingled with the intoxication of the night, created a sense of confusion within him. As she pinned him against the wall, he felt a mix of bewilderment and concern.
Trying to make sense of the situation, Naruto gently pushed against Hinata's shoulders, creating a small distance between them. His eyes searched hers, hoping to find some clarity amidst the chaos of the club.
"Hinata, I... I think you might be mistaken," he stammered, his voice filled with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity. "I'm not Menma... I'm Naruto."
Hinata's gaze remained fixed on him, her eyes glassy and unfocused. She leaned closer, her breath warm against his cheek. "Naruto... Menma... it doesn't matter," she murmured, her words slurred by the effects of alcohol. "I just need you to be here with me, to make me feel alive."
Naruto's heart sank as he realized the depth of Hinata's confusion. She was caught in a moment of blurred reality, where her emotions and memories intertwined. The realization struck him what little he understood of what was going on he knew this was not the Hinata he grew up with, this Hinata was bold and forceful this fragility shocked him.
In that vulnerable moment, Naruto made a choice. He decided to set aside his own uncertainties and be there for Hinata, even if it meant playing the part she believed him to be. He took a deep breath, mustering a gentle smile.
"I'm here, Hinata," he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness. "I'll be here for you tonight."
Hinata's eyes shimmered with gratitude, and she embraced Naruto once more pinning him against the wall with her arms wrapping around him tightly. The world around them blurred as they shared another passionate kiss, driven by Hinata's overwhelming emotions and Naruto's desire to provide her with a fleeting sense of hope.
At that moment, Naruto's heart swelled with a mixture of emotions. The rawness of his past, the loneliness he had endured as an orphan, and the longing for love all surged within him. Hinata's intoxicated perception offered a fleeting glimpse of acceptance and affection, and Naruto found himself willingly stepping into the role she desired.
As their lips met in a passionate kiss, Naruto's senses ignited with a newfound intensity. The intensity of Hinata's touch, the taste of her lips, and the warmth of her embrace overwhelmed him. It was a feeling he had never experienced before, a sensation that enveloped him in a wave of desire and belonging.
In the moment, Naruto allowed himself to be consumed by the intoxicating passion, embracing the possibility of being the man Hinata wanted him to be. The weight of his past, the yearning for connection, and the absence of a loving family all faded into insignificance. For that brief moment, he allowed himself to believe that he was capable of being loved and accepted.
The sheer intensity of the connection they shared ignited a fire within Naruto's soul. He yearned to hold onto this feeling, to savor every second of being desired and cherished. The thought of returning to a world where acceptance was scarce and love was elusive seemed unbearable.
As the kiss deepened, and Hinata's hands roamed his body Naruto's heart swelled with a mix of vulnerability and euphoria. He found hope in the passionate embrace, reveling in the idea that he could be the one to provide Hinata with the love she craved. It was a role he started to embrace wholeheartedly, if only for that fleeting moment, he had yearned for this his whole life, the feeling of being wanted by someone.
In that night of blurred lines and stolen emotions, Naruto held onto the belief that perhaps, just perhaps, he had found a taste of the love he had always yearned for. He surrendered himself to the intensity of the connection, vowing to make this moment last, even if it meant losing himself in the role Hinata saw him in.
As the world around them faded into obscurity, Naruto clung to the hope that this experience would last forever and change her perception of him, was this the love and acceptance everyone talked about? In the midst of his deepest desires and longings, he discovered a glimpse of what it truly meant to be wanted and cherished. And for that moment, he let go of his past, forgot about the future, and immersed himself in the intoxicating embrace of Hinata's love. As his hands roamed freely under her shirt he knew that he would do anything to keep this feeling alive.
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Was this good? Bad? or should I make Hinata forget this ever happen? As always I need to know what you think as I have a habit of running off the plot and just letting my fingers type. Oh, and the mud pit and jello-shots, I have been to that place and don't remember how I got home ;-)
