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Secret Book Of Desire by Lady Hinata Uzumaki Chapter fourteen

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Naruto sat at his desk, slumped forward with his hands tangled in his hair. The pile of scrolls, reports, and complaints stacked in front of him felt like a mountain he'd never climb. Without Shikamaru, the workload was suffocating. He'd tried everything to convince his friend to return everything except admitting he couldn't handle it all alone.

Sending shadow clones to the Nara household had been a disaster. Shikamaru, as expected, wasn't pleased. He'd destroyed every single clone with a Naruto had asked his daughter to draw a sweet picture and deliver it as a peace offering, Shikamaru's response was a scroll that read:

"Don't drag children into your bullshit, Naruto."

Naruto sighed heavily, tossing the letter aside with an exaggerated groan. It was Saturday, and the Hokage's office was eerily quiet except for the scratching of his pen and the faint murmurs of assistants outside the door. Despite the stillness, his mind was anything but list of unresolved issues loomed over him like an ominous storm cloud.

His focus wavered, and before he knew it, his pen had strayed from the task at hand. Glancing down, Naruto realized he had doodled a large Leaf Village symbol, followed by a steaming bowl of ramen. Next to it was a stick figure of Shikamaru holding a kunai. Great, Naruto thought bitterly. "I've officially lost it." Then his stomach dropped. The doodles weren't on just any piece of paper they were scrawled all over Shino's proposal for a new environmental survey. Naruto felt a chill run down his spine. If he knew anything about Shino, it was that an upset Shino had a way of spiraling into... unique last time Naruto had frustrated him, they had ended up crawling through a dark, damp cave to search for yet another "legendary beetle." Naruto shivered at the memory. "Great, now I've got that to deal with too," he muttered.

Naruto glanced at the overwhelming list of issues still awaiting his attention:

- The East and West missions need rotation more than twice a year.

- Why is the Jonin exam only held every two years?

- Students at the Academy feel the curriculum is unfair.

- The price of ninja gear is too high, I need meeting for the shop owner in Lightning Village.

- Inter-clan conflicts remain unresolved.

And then there was the age-old gripe that seemed to appear in every meeting: Why does the Uchiha clan have so much land when there are only three members left?

Naruto's eye twitched as he flipped to another document a formal letter from the Daimyo of the Land of Fire. His granddaughter apparently wished to meet Naruto for tea, and this was her second notice." Why can't she just drink tea with her friends?" Naruto grumbled, tossing the letter sheer number of unresolved issues made his head spin. For all his strength as Hokage, paperwork and political maneuvering were still not his strong suits.

Naruto groaned, banging his head lightly against the desk. "Why do I have to deal with all this? I need Shikamaru back… what do I even do now?"As if the universe wanted to make things worse, there was a knock on the door. Several Chunin entered, armed with more tasks, each clutching clipboards like weapons.

"Lord Seventh, there are updates on the Academy restructuring proposal.."

"Lord Hokage, the delegation from Lightning Village has arrived early.."

"Lord Seventh, don't forget the budget review meeting this afternoon.." Naruto stood abruptly, his chair screeching against the floor. "That's it! I can't do this anymore!" The Chunin froze mid-sentence as Naruto stormed out of the office.

He brushed past them, ignoring their confused looks, and headed straight for the Nara compound.

If Shikamaru thinks he can hide, he's got another thing coming, Naruto thought determinedly. I'm getting him back, even if I have to drag him out by his ponytail.

Chunin watched as Naruto stormed out of the office, leaving behind a trail of unfinished work and flustered subordinates. One of them, still clutching a clipboard, broke the silence with a nervous chuckle. "Did… did he just quit?" Another Chunin shook their head. "No, no. I heard he's almost as bad as Lady Hokage, the Fifth. Tsunade remember? They used to say the entire Hokage Tower would shake every time someone handed her a stack of scrolls. "A third Chunin joined in, grinning slightly. "Yeah, I heard she once threw a sake bottle at someone who brought her an extra budget request." The first Chunin sighed, glancing at the pile of scrolls Naruto had left behind. "Honestly, I hope Lord Shikamaru comes back soon. He's the only one who can keep the Hokage from losing it."

"Me too," another agreed. "Without Lord Shikamaru, the Hokage office feels like a time bomb waiting to go off." The group exchanged uneasy glances before dispersing, each silently hoping that Naruto would somehow drag Shikamaru back to restore order.

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Hinata had just finished preparing Naruto's lunch when a knock at the door drew her attention. She paused, briefly considering activating her Byakugan, but decided against it. No need to waste chakra, she thought. Whoever it was, it wasn't likely to be she opened the door, she was surprised to see Sakura standing there, looking hesitant.

"Sakura?" Hinata said, her voice soft but laced with surprise. "Hey, Hinata. Can we talk?" Sakura asked. Hinata hesitated, then stepped aside. "Of course. Come in." Once inside, Sakura shifted awkwardly before meeting Hinata's gaze. "I owe you an apology," she began.

Hinata frowned slightly, her hands folding in front of her. "An apology?"

Sakura sighed, looking down at her hands. "I've been jealous of you and Naruto," she admitted quietly. "He's always giving you so much love and attention, and I can't help but wish Sasuke would do the same for me."

Hinata's expression softened further, though her voice remained steady. "It hurts, Sakura. Naruto loves me, and hearing you say those things made me question everything, even if just for a moment."

"I know," Sakura said, her voice barely above a whisper. "And I'm so sorry, Hinata. You didn't deserve that.

Hinata's eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly offered a gentle smile. "Sakura, I understand how you feel. But Sasuke does love you. He just has his own way of showing it."

Sakura frowned, her frustration evident. "How can you be so sure? He's so distant all the time. Sometimes, I feel like I don't matter to him at all."

Hinata reached out, placing a comforting hand on Sakura's arm. "The last time Sasuke was in town, Naruto was running late as usual," she began softly. "Sasuke ended up staying for dinner, and we had a chance to talk."

Sakura blinked in surprise. "He stayed for dinner? You never told me that." Hinata nodded, her cheeks tinting slightly pink. "He actually teased me. He asked how someone as shy as me could handle being married to someone as loud and unpredictable as Naruto."Sakura's jaw dropped. "Sasuke said that? He actually teased you?"

Hinata giggled lightly. "Yes. And then he told me that if I could make it work with Naruto, he knew you and he were meant to be. He said you balance each other out perfectly." Sakura's eyes softened as she stared at Hinata. "He really said that?"

Hinata nodded. "He did. After that, we just drank tea and watched the stars. Sasuke may not say much, but it's clear to me how much he cares about you. Sometimes love isn't about big gestures or constant words it's in the little things."

Sakura let out a small laugh, her shoulders relaxing. "I never thought of it that way. I guess I've been so focused on what he doesn't say that I've missed what's right in front of me."

Hinata smiled warmly. "It's easy to feel that way sometimes, but Sasuke loves you in his own way. Don't doubt that." Sakura reached over, taking Hinata's hand. "Thank you, Hinata. I needed to hear that. And I'm sorry for being jealous and letting it get between us. You didn't deserve that."

Hinata squeezed Sakura's hand gently. "Apology accepted. We're friends, Sakura, and I'm glad we could talk this through."

Sakura let out a soft sigh, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Maybe I've been too hard on him… Thank you, Hinata. I needed to hear that."

"You're welcome," Hinata said kindly. Sakura sat across from Hinata, forcing a smile as her friend spoke. But inside, her thoughts wouldn't settle. "I really messed up." Sakura shivered as she remembered Shikamaru's harsh words when he left the Leaf Hospital's office earlier. "Hinata wasn't cheating, Sakura. You jumped to conclusions and almost caused a huge problem for no damn reason." Shikamaru's tone had been sharp, his disappointment clear.Thank goodness they were able to fix everything, she thought. But the fact that she had almost caused a rift between them made her chest ache.

As Sakura hugged Hinata and step out of the Uzumaki, home she stepped out into the fresh air, she promised herself she'd be a better friend, a better wife, and, most importantly, a better person moving forward.

*o0o*

Naruto stood outside the Nara household, staring at the door with a mix of determination and dread. He took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself. Come on, Naruto. Just fix this. He raised his fist to knock, but before his knuckles even made contact, the door swung open. A shuriken flew straight at him. Naruto reacted instinctively, snatching it out of the air with ease. He stared at the weapon for a moment, blinking, before glancing up at the annoyed figure in the doorway.

"So, it's really you this time," Shikamaru said dryly, leaning casually against the doorframe. His arms were crossed, his expression a mix of irritation and resignation. "Had the guts to show up in person, huh?"

"Hey, Shikamaru," Naruto said, holding up the shuriken with a small smirk. "You know, throwing a weapon at the Hokage could be considered an attack."

"Yeah, whatever," Shikamaru replied, waving him off. "I don't care."Naruto followed him inside, closing the door behind him. The house felt quieter than usual, with no sign of Temari or Shikadai. Shikamaru walked to the center of the living room and turned to face Naruto, his gaze sharp."Alright, spill it," Naruto said, crossing his arms. "Why are you so pissed at me? I already apologized for the whole… you know." Shikamaru sighed heavily, his hand running through his dark hair. For a moment, he looked away, as if debating whether to even say what was on his mind. When he finally spoke, his voice was tinged with frustration and something else embarrassment.

"I'm no better than you," Shikamaru muttered, his face turning slightly red. Naruto frowned, tilting his head in confusion. "What are you talking about?" Shikamaru let out a bitter laugh, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. "My wife, Naruto. She's been upset with me for not being home enough. I've been trying to fix things, but then I find out… the best sex we've had in years was because of you." Naruto froze, staring at him as if he hadn't heard correctly. "Wait… what?"

Shikamaru crossed his arms, his voice rising slightly as he continued, "That stupid stripper stunt you pulled at the Shadow Club with the wives' gathering? Yeah, it worked too well. Temari got all riled up from it, and I thought, "great, maybe she's inspired by some rando stripper." But no. Turns out, it was you."

Naruto blinked, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. "I mean, I didn't exactly plan for that to happen…"

"Seriously, Naruto?" Shikamaru raised an eyebrow, his tone a mix of disbelief and frustration. Naruto scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "Listen, I was honestly just focusing on Hinata. I mean, yeah, it was fun, but my wife didn't even know it was me! And you know what? I loved it. She looked so fucking sexy that night. I think sometimes we put work before them, and it's a mistake. Our relationships are important too, not just the village."

Shikamaru gave him a skeptical look but didn't interrupt, so Naruto continued."I had so much fun making Hinata blush, pushing all her buttons. I liked seeing her be a little bad, you know? Like, she knew, she shouldn't be staring that much or touching me like that, but she did it anyway. And for the first time, I could tell she wasn't afraid to open up. I mean, yeah, she thought I was a stranger, but shouldn't she feel just as comfortable being bold with her husband?"

Shikamaru pinched the bridge of his nose. "Naruto, I'm not dancing for Temari."Naruto laughed. "I don't think you need to go that extreme, but maybe there's something different you can do. Change your look, try something unexpected. You know, surprise her." Shikamaru groaned, running a hand through his hair. "I get it, Naruto. You weren't trying to mess things up. But it's just… frustrating, okay? No wonder Sasuke used to find you insufferable. You're naturally just good at everything, and you make it look effortless. I could never go on stage and do what you did."

Naruto shrugged, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "I mean… it's not that hard. You just have to commit."Shikamaru shot him a glare but then sighed again, his shoulders relaxing slightly. "You're a pain in the ass, you know that?"

"Yeah, I get that a lot," Naruto said with a sheepish shook his head, his tone growing reflective. "Look, maybe I needed the wake-up call. I haven't exactly been the best husband lately, and Temari deserves better. You just… have this way of stirring things up, even when you don't mean to."Naruto chuckled nervously. "Well, I'm glad things worked out for you two. But… are we good?"Shikamaru gave him a long, measured look before finally nodding. "Yeah, we're good. Just… do me a favor and never play stripper for the wives again, okay?"Naruto raised a hand in mock salute. "You got it."Shikamaru smirked slightly, the tension easing between them. "Now, let's get to work. I can't let you run this village into the ground while I sit here sulking." Naruto grinned, relief washing over him.

It was 8 PM, and Naruto and Shikamaru were still buried in paperwork. The two had been brainstorming solutions for hours, but the sheer number of issues kept piling up."We need to do something to avoid the doghouse," Naruto said, glancing at the sighed, rubbing his temples. "Flowers. Let's send flowers to the wives. At least they'll know we're trying."Naruto nodded, already scribbling a quick note to the florist. "Running late' flowers it is," he said, smirking. "Anything to keep Hinata from giving me that disappointed look."Shikamaru leaned back in his chair.

Naruto leaned back in his chair, a sly grin on his face as he observed Shikamaru's tense expression. "Do you ever stop to think about what Temari actually wants?"Shikamaru shot him a skeptical look. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Naruto shrugged nonchalantly, glancing at his desk. "No secret journal to clue you in? You know, like Hinata's?"Shikamaru's brows furrowed. "What are you talking about?"

"Oh, nothing," Naruto said quickly, waving a dismissive hand. "Just thinking out loud. Anyway, maybe it's worth figuring out. Why not send Temari out for dinner with Hinata or something? You might learn a thing or two."Shikamaru crossed his arms, his expression still skeptical. "And what's your big idea?"

Naruto smirked and snapped his fingers. A puff of smoke appeared as several of his clones materialized in the room. "Search and find," he commanded, his voice filled with purpose.The clones gave a quick nod before darting out of the office in all directions. Shikamaru watched them go, his frown deepening. "What are they even looking for?"

Before Naruto could answer, one of the clones returned, holding a small orange notebook in its hand. It walked over to Naruto's desk and placed the journal down with a satisfying thud.

Naruto leaned forward, his grin widening as he glanced at the notebook. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Shikamaru's eyes widened slightly as he recognized the notebook. "Is that…?"Naruto's smirk turned mischievous. "I think this might give us some answers."

Naruto's eyes widened. "Don't open it!"on the cover, he pass it to Shikamaru who started to flipped it open. "Oh, shit," Shikamaru muttered, reading the first few lines. His face turned bright red as his eyes scanned the leaned over, trying to stifle his grin. "What's it say? Your wife has a journal of her, uh, desires?"

Shikamaru flipped another page, his expression somewhere between mortified and intrigued. "Fuck," he said under his laughed, leaning back in his chair. "Well, you could read it and try doing something she wants. You know, actually make her happy for once." Before Naruto could say more, Shikamaru slammed the notebook shut and bolted out the door. "We're done here," he called over. Naruto chuckled, shaking his head. "That guy's got it bad."

Eairler that week Naruto had approached Temari in the market. She wasn't thrilled to see him. "If you're here to help Shikamaru earn your forgiveness, forget it," she said curtly. "Not that," Naruto replied smoothly. "I wanted to ask you a question."Temari raised an eyebrow. "What kind of question?" Naruto grinned. "Has there ever been something you've been dying for Shikamaru to do but were too embarrassed to tell him?"

Temari hesitated, then shrugged. "Sure. Why?"

"What if I told you I have a way to make it happen?" Naruto asked. His confidence was infectious, and Temari found herself intrigued despite her better judgment."Go on," she encouraged. Naruto's grin widened. "Create a journal, write down the things you want but don't say. I'll make sure he finds it 'accidentally.' Trust me, I'm good at this."Temari chuckled despite herself. "Fine. I'll try it."

Back in the office, Naruto leaned back in his chair, satisfied. "I'm a genius," he said to himself. "Now, onto more important matters." He glanced at the stack of scrolls on his desk.

"So… how much chakra should I infuse into my clones? Can they even… you know… have sex?" Naruto scratched his head, deep in thought. "Guess there's only one way to find out."