Koribantiku

Being summoned by the great leader of the Hyuuga Clan to enjoy a private meal with him, was hardly the way Naruto had expected his journey to end. But who was he to complain about receiving delicious food and sharing his last accomplishments with such a knowledgeable man as Hiashi Hyuuga.

"…your visit to the Soma clan didn't go unnoticed."

"They're intriguing, aren't they?" Naruto conceived, having been questioned the whole week about this. The secretive Soma clan had joined Konoha after the war, having suffered devastation in their faraway land. Naruto had had the honor of being one of their first guests allowed into their neighborhood.

"My eyes and ears told me you may have received an interesting proposal from them."

"I always keep my word, Hiashi-san, and I promised I'd not feed rumors about them," Naruto said, refusing to comment on his innuendo.

"I don't expect any less from you," Hiashi laid his chopsticks down next to one empty, fancy bowl. After a short silence, he asked, "Did you accept their marriage proposal?"

Naruto paused. He was taken aback by the knowledge of this old man. However, he wasn't entirely correct, seeing as the Somas were only interested in his genes, not the lifelong relationship that a marriage would bring.

"Me? Getting married?" he said with a snort. "I've already much to do with my duties as Anbu, sir!"

Not to mention who he was…what he was. Who in his right mind would accept him?

"You're twenty-one years old," Hiashi reminded him. "When the time comes for you to find a wife, will you keep your promiscuous ways?"

Naruto blushed slightly. How, how the hell did he know of this!

"I… I'm not sure what you've heard, but—" he stared into Hiashi's eyes, and spoke in the most sincere voice," I'd never do anything that could hurt or dishonor someone I care for. Never."

"You may stay here for the night, Naruto Uzumaki," he declared solemnly, making Naruto feel like he had both won and lost something.

"What—!"

Before Naruto could protest again, the great leader of the Hyuuga Clan rose to his feet, and left, without giving him a single glance. Naruto stared at the petite woman, who had just entered the room. "I don't live this far from here, ma'am. I'll just leave by the gates."

"Leader-sama will be offended if you refuse his hospitality," she informed him, with a dire look on her face. "Please, follow me."

I guess I don't have a choice.

Naruto reluctantly obeyed. They walked within the corridors of the quiet residence of the main branch, soon joined by another servant. And a third. And a fourth. Naruto's escort was now composed of six women. Quite a lot of souls mobilized just to lead one guest to their room. Naruto tried his best to hide his discomfort, when they stopped in front of a door, and all looked at him with expectation.

"You may enter, Uzumaki-san," she instructed him. "We left you changing clothes on the futon."

Eyes still on the six pairs of white orbs staring at him, Naruto gulped, and slid open the door, feeling uncomfortable when they all started bowing. Relieved within his new refuge away from noisy eyes, he took in his surroundings, finding the room too grandiose for the modest shinobi he was. The clean folded garment on the bed felt tempting. But first, his body needed to be cleansed of the dirt and sweat of the day. Not even a minute after he came out of the shower, the thick door shifted slightly.

"Hyuuga-sama wishes to see you."

Naruto held on the bath towel around his waist instinctively. "Erm… Are you certain she—"

"Now, Uzumaki-san."

The woman's bossy voice made him grab the kimono in a hurry, afraid she would slide completely the door opened, and that was exactly what she did just as he finished tying the belt around his waist. To his surprise, the servants hadn't left, they were standing like statues while their creepy eyes scrutinized him.

He coughed, waiting for them to show him the way. "Well?"

A finger pointed towards the door in front of his room. He barely had time to absorb the information that he was pushed inside a dimly lightened room. At the very end of the room, the midnight blue hair of a young woman caught his attention. Hinata Hyuuga. She was sitting cross-legged on her bed, studying scrolls and books, absolutely unaware of his presence.

Naruto let his eyes linger on her porcelain face, her small nose, her thin lips, and her brows frowned in concentration. She was only wearing a short black top over her…generous chest, and so his eyes.

When she looked up from her scrolls, her widened eyes, the red on her cheeks and the bulging veins around her eyes made it clear she hadn't expected him at all. After a swift motion followed by an elegant jump, the heiress stood in front of him and waited for him to speak.

"I was invited here by your…father. And, erm…your people said you wished to see me," he tried to explain, struggling to keep his eyes on her face, now that she was closer to him. Her sweet vanilla smell washed over him then, making him feel a familiar twitch between his legs.

No! Now way! Not now!

Instinctively, he put his hands in front of his crotch, praying inwardly she wouldn't notice anything.

Don't look down, don't look down!

Hinata, she was just too enticing, with her plump body barely covered and her blushing angry face. Naruto started feeling heat in his cheeks, both from embarrassment and excitement. They were alone inside her room, in which anything could happen now. It was now or never.

"Er… I—" he faltered, facing her glaring eyes, her very cunning lavender eyes. "I'm so sorry for not recognizing that day. Hi—Hinata. And for…forgetting about your confession years ago."

Naruto's eyes glanced at her chest again, traveling down to her naked belly. He gulped, forcing himself to look up again. Hinata's veins were now reaching her lower cheeks. Was she going to kill him, now? He wasn't sure he would even defend himself. The thought of her touching him, of feeling her hands on his skin, and on his…

Kami-sama.

This was the only opportunity he had to apologize, and he was messing everything up. It was the truth that he fancied women too much. But this, losing control in such a way, it had never happened before. Hinata Hyuuga had been on his mind since they had crossed paths in Ichiraku Ramen, two weeks ago. He thought it was because he had offended her by failing to recognize her face after not having seen her for years. Now, however, he wondered if it wasn't something else, something involving lying in bed with her. Naked.

Sakura-chan is right. I'm—I'm just a pervert!

Ignoring his growing and throbbing problem, Naruto implored her with his eyes. "I swear on my…nindo, that I'll do anything thing to repair my wrongs. Anything you wish. Just tell me what you want, and I'll do it!"

"Undress yourself," her petite, and yet commanding voice demanded, troubling Naruto even more.

When his slow brain registered his words, all the heat left in his body traveled down his neither part then, amplifying even more his predicament. Was he losing his mind now? No, she was deadly serious, holding his gaze without shame, despite the shade of red on her cheeks.

He had never broken Jiraya's rules. Don't ever indulge in pleasure in Konoha! But maybe just once, just this time, he could make an exception. It was just a losing fight when a woman of her quality was making such tempting demands. Naruto started untying the belt around his waist, finding back his boldness, when he revealed his muscular naked body in all his glory. Hands on his waist, back straightened, and chest sticking out proudly, he let her see everything he had to offer. Women had never complained about his lovemaking skills, and he was confident he would please Hinata too.

He smiled awkwardly. "I'll make you feel…good. If you let me, Hinata. I swear I won't disappoint you!"

Her fair purple eyes were staring intensely at his manhood, both with anger, incredulity, and…curiosity. Was she enjoying the sight? Was he to her liking? His eyes dilated with arousal, when she came closer to him. She then circled his cock with her cold fingers, making him groan in pleasure. He was…he was going to come, just like that, just from the mere touch of her fingers. But then, pleasure suddenly turned into pain, and the pressure around his manhood increased tenfold.

"You—you're going to break it if you keep—" he expressed naively.

"Pig."

"What?"

Her cold hand kept squeezing him like a vice, and the pain, in combination with the perspective of losing his most precious part, made his body turn limb and weak.

"You're lower than a pig."

In an instant, the heiress released him, relieving him of his excruciating pain. He saw a glimpse of green chakra, before the air left his lungs. His body flew in the air and hit open the door, only to land on the wooden ground of the corridors like a dead weight. Hinata, now covered in a kimono, stepped over him, disappearing quickly through the penumbra, while all her servants stared at the scene with wide-opened eyes. Some of them were blushing, others hidings their mouth with both hands, for their eyes were all over him, stuck on in his cock.

What the hell just happened? Did I really misread everything?

The sound of heels slamming on the wooden floor, no doubt attracted by the commotion, reached his ears, until a shadow stopped before him. The stern Hanabi Hyuuga, Hinata's youngest sister, looked down on him while grimacing, "Oto-san must be truly desperate."

In his misery and shame, Naruto's confused mind understood nonetheless that winning Hinata's forgiveness would be an uphill battle.

Luckily, he wasn't afraid of a challenge.

Thanks for reading!

I hope you enjoyed it, it's going to be a 4-5 chapters story.