Hinata: Byakurenden
Promotion
The Forest of Death stood in ruins, its once-majestic canopy reduced to a graveyard of splintered trunks and craters that scarred the landscape. The majority of the giant trees were either annihilated entirely or left as charred husks leaning precariously against the fractured earth. Smoke still lingered in the air, curling in thick, dark plumes that rose like funeral pyres into the night sky. The destruction was absolute, its scale almost unfathomable. Even for a clash between shinobi, this level of devastation was unprecedented.
And yet, the one who had caused the brunt of it—Uzumaki Naruto—had still lost the fight.
Uchiha Itachi observed the scene in contemplative silence, his ceremonial cloak swaying faintly in the cooling breeze. For a man who had once traveled the world alongside the infamous Hoshigaki Kisame, witnessing battles that had shaped history, he had thought himself immune to being surprised. But what had unfolded here, in the village he had sworn to protect, reminded him of the endless potential this world still held.
"Lord Fifth." Yugao's voice broke through his thoughts as she landed beside him with an almost imperceptible sound, her ANBU mask hanging at her side. She pressed a hand to the listening device in her ear, her expression focused. "The villagers are alarmed. Reports of the explosions have caused panic, and there's concern about the damage reaching the outskirts of the village."
Itachi nodded, unsurprised by her report. Even from where they stood, the craters and devastation stretched out to the very boundaries of the Forest of Death. The sheer force of the final blast had stopped just shy of the perimeter, as though held back by some invisible barrier. That fact alone seemed miraculous.
"Take your team and calm the villagers," Itachi instructed, his voice steady but quiet. "Share only what's necessary, and reassure them the situation is under control."
Yugao gave a sharp bow in acknowledgment, her professionalism unshaken even amidst the chaos. As she turned to leave, she paused for a moment, her gaze shifting toward Hinata. Though the young kunoichi stood battered and barely upright, her presence radiated an undeniable strength. Yugao's lips curved ever so slightly in a subtle nod of congratulations before she vanished, a blur of motion disappearing into the shadows.
Itachi turned his gaze to Hinata as well, his sharp eyes softening slightly as he took in her battered but upright form. The toll of the battle was evident in every tremble of her frame, yet she stood steady, her resolve unshaken. He weighed his words carefully before speaking. "Are you feeling well enough to continue this conversation?" His tone was measured, calm, yet carried a weight that suggested he was willing to wait.
Hinata gave a small, resolute nod despite the throbbing pain that seemed to radiate through every part of her body. Her determination shone through as she steadied herself, signaling that she was ready to hear what he had to say.
"You put everything on the line to prove yourself today," Itachi began, his expression unreadable. "But I have to ask—why did you stop at the Fourth Gate?" His question was pointed, but not accusatory. It was a genuine inquiry, tinged with the knowledge of what she was capable of.
Hinata hesitated, the weight of his question pressing down on her. She looked away briefly, her fingers tightening slightly at her sides. "…You said our attacks shouldn't reach outside the forest," she answered hesitantly. "I thought if I unleashed anything beyond that, Naruto would do the same. If we both kept escalating, the village could have been caught in the crossfire."
Itachi's expression remained unreadable as he absorbed her reasoning. "So you're saying you held back because of the rules, and yet, diving head-first into Kurama's Bijū-dama was your solution?"
Hinata's cheeks flushed slightly in embarrassment as she gave a small nod, unable to argue the point.
Itachi allowed the faintest trace of a smirk to touch his lips. "I understand." He paused, letting the silence linger just long enough to make Hinata question where the conversation might go next. "In that case, I hereby grant you the rank of Special Jonin."
Hinata blinked, the unexpected declaration catching her completely off guard. "L-Lord Fifth?" Her voice cracked with surprise.
"You've demonstrated more than just power today, Hinata of the White Lotus." Itachi's tone was firm, but there was a note of respect that hadn't been there before. "Your strategy, your restraint, and your willingness to take calculated risks prove you're not just ready for the challenges ahead—you're capable of overcoming them. That's why I'm promoting you and assigning you to a special team alongside Naruto and my brother, Sasuke."
At his words, Hinata's gaze shifted, and her eyes landed on a familiar figure stepping forward. Sasuke stood just to the side, his expression as stoic as ever. His dark bangs now obscured his left eye, concealing the power of the Rinnegan that lay beneath. The rest of his form was cloaked in navy blue, the fabric draping over his robotic left arm, giving him an almost spectral presence.
"Sasuke-kun," Hinata said, her voice tight with uncertainty. She straightened, bowing stiffly in greeting. "I… I'll be in your care." She struggled for anything else to say, but the simple formality was all she could manage.
"Likewise," Sasuke replied evenly, his tone detached but not unfriendly. There was a brief, awkward pause before he cleared his throat, the tension in his posture easing slightly. "I should apologize—for before. For how I acted toward you." His voice dropped slightly, tinged with something almost akin to regret. "I wasn't in a good place."
Hinata nodded, remembering all too well the storm of emotions that had driven Sasuke in the past. "Please, don't feel like you have to apologize," she said softly, waving her hands slightly in front of her as if to dismiss the notion. Her gaze flicked between the brothers before settling back on Sasuke. "…Have the two of you reconciled?" she asked carefully.
Itachi said nothing, his Sharingan eyes closing as he left the question entirely to Sasuke. It was his judgment to give, and Itachi would not speak for him.
Sasuke's gaze drifted briefly to the side, his expression contemplative. "Things aren't like they used to be," he admitted after a moment, his voice carrying the weight of everything left unsaid. "…But I think that's okay. It's good to have my brother back." He glanced briefly at Itachi before turning his attention elsewhere, the faintest flicker of vulnerability hidden in his words.
"There you have it," Itachi said, stepping in to break the moment of silence that followed. Though his expression remained composed, the smallest, rare smile tugged at his lips. "Hinata, you've proven yourself more than capable today. Take some time to recover, and I'll summon you when it's time for your team to begin its mission."
Hinata bowed again, gratitude and determination mingling in her heart. As Itachi and Sasuke turned to leave, she couldn't help but notice the sense of understanding that now lingered between the two brothers—an unspoken bond that seemed stronger than the words they had exchanged.
"I don't see why this is my fault!?" Jiraiya's indignant cry echoed, drawing the attention of everyone still lingering in the area. The Toad Sage stood beside Naruto, who, by the looks of it, had passed out at some point during her conversation with Itachi. The blond was sprawled out on the ground, his chest rising and falling steadily, completely oblivious to the heated exchange taking place around him.
Tsunade crouched next to Naruto, her hands glowing green as she expertly healed his wounds. Despite the delicate nature of her task, her irritation with Jiraiya was palpable, her glare sharp enough to pierce steel. "He lost because of a kiss!" she snapped, her tone brimming with exasperation. "And don't act so surprised. That's exactly the kind of stunt you'd pull, so I don't want to hear it!"
The words hit Hinata like a bolt of lightning, her face instantly turning crimson as the embarrassing truth of her victory was laid bare for all to hear. She clutched at the edge of her soot-stained robes, suddenly wishing she could dissolve into the ground and disappear.
Jiraiya, however, seemed unfazed. In fact, he puffed up indignantly, crossing his arms. "In the first place, how is that even a loss?" His expression twisted into a perverted grin, his eyes gleaming with inspiration. "Getting smooched like that in the heat of battle by a babe his age… honestly, I might have a new idea for my next book!" He began giggling to himself, his shoulders shaking as his imagination clearly ran wild.
Tsunade's eye twitched violently. "You're hopeless," she snarled through gritted teeth, her glowing hands never faltering as she continued her work.
"Hey, maybe we should have a spar of our own," Jiraiya teased, his grin widening. "I'll let you win too if you—"
He didn't get to finish. Tsunade bent down and, with a single heave, tore a massive chunk of scorched earth from the cratered ground. The sheer size of it was staggering, easily twice her height. She hoisted it over her head like it weighed nothing, her glare burning with unrestrained fury.
Jiraiya's grin vanished instantly, replaced with a look of pure horror. He stumbled back, hands raised defensively. "W-wait, Tsunade! I didn't mean it—"
"You've got three seconds," she growled, her tone low and dangerous, "before I turn you into a smear on this battlefield."
Jiraiya let out a panicked yelp and bolted, sprinting toward the chain-link fence like his life depended on it. "I was just kidding!" he shouted over his shoulder, his voice cracking. "You're too violent—how am I the bad guy here?!"
"Get back here!" Tsunade roared, launching the massive chunk of earth at him like a cannonball. It smashed into the ground just behind Jiraiya, sending a plume of dust and debris into the air as he leapt over the fence and disappeared into the distance. She chased after him, her shouts echoing across the destroyed battlefield.
Kakashi, the only one who remained beside Naruto, didn't even blink at the chaos that had just unfolded. Adjusting the sleeping blond on his back with practiced ease, he glanced at Hinata. His lone visible eye crinkled in an amused expression beneath his mask. "Thanks for giving him the fight he wanted," he said casually, as if nothing out of the ordinary had just occurred. "He's a handful, but I know he enjoyed every second of it—conclusion and all."
Hinata's blush deepened as Kakashi turned and walked away, Naruto draped over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes. She watched them go, feeling a strange mixture of pride and mortification settling over her. Of all the ways to win a fight, this was certainly one no one would forget anytime soon.
Most of the spectators had dispersed, the awe and energy of the battle lingering like a ghost in the air. Those who remained were the ones closest to Hinata, stepping forward with faces that held a mixture of relief, pride, and lingering concern.
"Hinata." Kurenai approached first, moving with measured care, one hand instinctively resting over the slight curve of her belly. Her other hand reached out to grasp Hinata's forearms, her touch firm yet gentle, like a worried mother. Her ruby-red eyes scanned Hinata's soot-covered face and torn form with a mixture of scrutiny and affection. "You've always been one to overdo it," she said, her tone exasperated but carrying the unmistakable warmth of pride.
Hinata offered a faint, tired smile. "I'm alright, Sensei."
Kurenai's gaze softened, and though she looked like she wanted to scold her student further, her lips curved into a smile. "You've grown so much," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath, as if speaking it aloud might break the fragile moment. "I'm so proud of you."
Standing just behind her, Asuma chuckled, his burly arms folded across his chest as he watched the exchange. "Congratulations," he said, his voice rich and warm. Though his words were meant for Hinata, it was clear he was also speaking for Kurenai, who seemed too overwhelmed to say much more. He kept a protective eye on his wife, always close by, as if ready to steady her at any moment.
"Thank you, both of you," Hinata replied sincerely, leaning forward to gently hug Kurenai, her touch careful and reverent. She felt her teacher's arms wrap around her with a familiarity that filled her with a sense of belonging, of home. When she stepped back, she turned her attention to the figure standing just behind them.
"Lord Third," Hinata said, bowing her head slightly in respect as she addressed Sarutobi Hiruzen.
The elder Sarutobi waved her formality away with a chuckle, his gnarled fingers dismissive but kind. "Please, no need for that," he said. "I'm all but retired now. And after the spectacle you and Naruto put on, I feel even more assured that the future of this village is in good hands."
His tone shifted, lighter, as he glanced at Kurenai's growing belly, his smile widening. "These old bones don't have much left to give, so I'll leave the big battles to you and Naruto. The only thing I'm looking forward to now is spoiling my granddaughter when she arrives." His laughter was full and genuine, carrying a weight of peace that came with knowing his time as the village's protector was truly over.
Hinata couldn't help but smile at the sight of him so at ease. She gave a deep bow, gratitude shining in her lavender eyes. "Thank you, Lord Third."
The Sarutobi family bid her farewell, Kurenai giving one last lingering look of pride over her shoulder as Asuma gently guided her away. For a moment, the battlefield seemed a little less chaotic, the warmth of the exchange casting a soothing veil over the destruction.
Now alone, Hinata turned her attention to her own family, who were waiting patiently nearby, their presence as steady and unwavering as the ancient roots of the Hyūga Clan itself.
"Nee-sama!" Hanabi rushed toward her sister with an energy that defied the gravity of the moment. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of awe and excitement as she stopped just short of Hinata, her voice filled with breathless admiration. "That was incredible! You… you were amazing!"
Hinata, still feeling the lingering ache in her muscles, managed a soft smile. "Thank you, Hanabi," she said, reaching out to gently ruffle her sister's hair. The gesture was warm, grounding, though Hinata couldn't help but feel a touch of awkwardness in it. The power she had wielded today—the destruction they had wrought—made her feel momentarily out of place, even in this simple exchange.
Hanabi didn't seem to notice, or if she did, she chose not to let it show. She grabbed Hinata's hand with both of her own, her grip tight and brimming with energy. "You're unbelievable, Nee-sama! Everyone was watching, and no one could believe what you did. Even against Naruto-niisan, you were so strong. I—I want to be like you!"
The unrestrained joy in her younger sister's voice warmed Hinata's heart, easing some of the tension that had been weighing her down. "You're already strong, Hanabi," she said sincerely. "And I know you'll grow even stronger. You'll surpass me one day."
Hanabi's eyes widened, her cheeks flushing with both pride and determination. She nodded fervently, her usual composure overtaken by the moment. "I'll do my best, Nee-sama!"
From behind them, Hiashi approached with a calm, measured gait, though his eyes held a depth of emotion he rarely allowed to show. "You've come so far beyond anything I thought imaginable, Hinata," he said, his voice steady but warm. There was pride in his words, though he felt they still fell short of capturing the enormity of his feelings.
Hinata turned to her father, her expression softening further. "Thank you, Father," she said, bowing slightly. Though she had changed so much over the years, his approval still meant the world to her.
Hiashi nodded, his gaze briefly flickering to Hanabi before returning to Hinata. There were so many things he could have said in that moment, but he chose to keep it simple. "You've done well. Let us go home."
""Yes," Hinata agreed, her smile widening. The thought of returning to the Hyūga estate, of sleeping in her own bed for the first time in years, brought a sense of peace she hadn't expected. She glanced down at Hanabi, who was still clutching her hand, practically bouncing on her heels.
Yet, even as that peace settled over her, a quiet weight pressed against her heart. The battle had been a reminder of what lay ahead—the challenges, the responsibilities, and the looming threats she couldn't ignore. She had returned home, but for how long? Hinata didn't know when she might be called away again, whether by duty to the village or by her own promise to face the trials awaiting her.
For now, she decided, none of that mattered. What time she had, she would spend with her family. Her father, who had finally looked at her with unreserved pride; her sister, who had shown unwavering support and joy in her victory. These moments were fleeting, and Hinata vowed to treasure every one of them while she could.
Her smile softened as she squeezed Hanabi's hand gently, allowing herself to focus on the here and now. No matter what came next, this was her family, her anchor. And for tonight, that was enough.
The warm early summer sun bathed the Hyūga estate in a golden glow, casting dappled patterns across the cobblestone paths. Hinata and Hanabi sat on a wooden bench beneath a flowering wisteria tree, its purple blossoms swaying gently in the breeze. In front of them, a koi pond shimmered with reflected sunlight, the water alive with bright flashes of orange, white, and black as the koi lazily swam in elegant patterns. The soothing sound of a nearby bamboo water fountain echoed rhythmically, breaking the serene quiet of the garden.
Hinata watched the fish with a soft smile, her hands resting lightly in her lap. Hanabi sat beside her, cross-legged, a polished wooden game-board between them. Their game pieces, black and white, were scattered across the grid between them. The younger sister moved her piece, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
"Nee-sama, you're distracted," Hanabi said, leaning forward with a grin. Her voice was playful, but there was a hint of genuine curiosity. "You've been staring at that koi for five minutes. Is there someone on your mind?"
Hinata's cheeks flushed immediately, her head snapping toward Hanabi. "N-No! I'm just… thinking about the future."
The denial came too quickly, too defensively. Hanabi tilted her head, her grin widening. She had grown sharper in her observations over the years, her perceptiveness cutting through any facade Hinata tried to put up.
"You're a terrible liar, you know that? It's obvious," Hanabi said, her tone teasing but warm. She tapped her finger against her chin thoughtfully, her eyes narrowing in mock scrutiny. "It's Naruto, isn't it?"
Hinata's blush deepened, spreading to the tips of her ears. She looked away, focusing on the ripples in the pond as if they might swallow her embarrassment. "Hanabi!" she protested, her voice high and flustered.
Hanabi chuckled, leaning back and stretching out her arms, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Don't worry, I won't tease you too much. But I saw that kiss during your spar. Everyone did, you know. Bold move, Nee-sama. What's the story there?"
Hinata froze, her fingers tightening slightly in her lap. The koi pond before her blurred as her thoughts spiraled back to that moment. Her heart raced at the memory—Naruto's wide, stunned eyes as her lips brushed his, the heat that had flushed her cheeks even as she forced herself to keep moving. It hadn't been planned, at least not consciously. She had acted on pure instinct, desperate to gain the upper hand in their battle.
But it wasn't just a tactic, was it?
Her chest tightened as she replayed it in her mind. The kiss was more than strategy—it had been raw, impulsive, and brimming with feelings she had buried for so long. She wondered what Naruto had thought about it. Was he angry? Confused? Did he regret it? Those questions had haunted her ever since.
"Hanabi…" Hinata finally managed, her voice barely above a whisper. She stared at her hands, unsure of how to explain. Could her sister even understand the complexity of her emotions? How the kiss was a culmination of years of admiration, longing, and a quiet belief in Naruto that had carried her through her darkest moments?
Hanabi tilted her head, her grin softening into something more genuine. "You know, you're usually so careful, but that kiss… it didn't feel like a mistake," she said, her tone quieter now, thoughtful rather than teasing. "It felt like it meant something. Did it?"
Hinata's hands clenched in her lap, her fingers pressing into her palms. The memory of the kiss replayed in her mind, vivid and warm, but it came with an undercurrent of uncertainty. Did it mean something? To her, it had been everything—a fleeting moment where her feelings finally overcame her fears. But had she overstepped? What if Naruto saw it as reckless or selfish? Her heart fluttered anxiously at the thought, but deep down, she knew the truth.
Slowly, her gaze dropped to her hands, trembling slightly, and she gave a small nod, her voice too caught in her throat to speak.
Hanabi's expression softened further as she leaned forward, her elbows resting on her knees. "So it did mean something," she said, her voice steady but filled with curiosity. "I thought so. You wouldn't do something like that without a reason."
Hinata nodded slowly, her cheeks warming as she glanced away toward the koi pond. The faint ripples in the water seemed to mirror the emotions swirling inside her. "It did," she admitted softly, her voice barely louder than a whisper. "I just… I don't know what he thinks. I'm not sure if I was being fair to him."
Hanabi's brows knit together in thought, her gaze fixed on her sister. After a moment, she offered a small smile, her voice brimming with confidence. "You don't give yourself enough credit, Nee-sama. If Naruto's half as amazing as you always say he is, then I'm sure he sees the strength in you—the courage it took to do that."
Hinata looked at her sister, her eyes wide with surprise. "You really think so?"
"I know so," Hanabi said firmly, sitting up straight and folding her arms with a playful smirk. "And if he doesn't, well, then I'll knock some sense into him myself."
Despite the nervousness still lingering in her chest, Hinata couldn't help but laugh, her heart feeling a little lighter. "Thank you, Hanabi."
Hanabi reached out and gently squeezed her sister's hand. "You don't need to thank me. Just remember, no matter what happens, you're stronger than you think—and not just because of him. Because of you."
Hinata's breath hitched at her sister's words, her heart swelling with both vulnerability and gratitude. Hanabi was so young, yet she always seemed to see through her. And while Hinata wasn't ready to fully unpack her feelings aloud, her sister's acceptance gave her a small sense of comfort.
"Thank you," Hinata murmured again, her voice still quiet but steadier now. She looked at Hanabi, offering a faint smile.
Hanabi shrugged, brushing off the gratitude with her usual ease. "You're welcome. Just don't take too long figuring it out, okay? Life's too short to keep secrets like that. And besides…" Her grin returned, more playful now. "He's probably waiting for you to make the next move."
Hinata's cheeks flushed crimson, and Hanabi laughed as if that had been her goal all along. Despite her embarrassment, Hinata felt a flicker of resolve stir within her. Maybe Hanabi was right—maybe it was time to stop hiding and start facing her feelings head-on.
The koi pond shimmered in the sunlight, its surface rippling gently as if mirroring the quiet but profound shift in Hinata's heart.
Before Hinata could respond, the rhythmic clatter of the bamboo water fountain was interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps. Both sisters turned to see Natsu, one of the Hyūga family's attendants, walking toward them with practiced grace. Her short dark hair was tied neatly, and though the Caged Bird Seal no longer marred her forehead, her posture and demeanor retained the formality of her former station. She stopped a respectful distance away and bowed low, her hands folded neatly in front of her.
"Hinata-sama," Natsu greeted, her voice calm and steady, her gaze demure. "I've come to inform you that Uzumaki Naruto is at the gate. He requests your presence."
The words hung in the air, the tranquility of the garden suddenly charged with a new energy. Hinata's body tensed, her breath hitching in her throat. Her hands trembled slightly, the polished game piece she had been holding slipping from her fingers and landing with a soft clink on the board.
Hanabi blinked, her expression quickly shifting from curiosity to amusement. "Nee-sama, you're shaking," she observed with a mischievous smile, tilting her head toward Natsu. "What's wrong? It's just Naruto, right?"
Hinata opened her mouth to respond, but her words faltered. Her thoughts were a whirlwind, torn between excitement, fear, and a desperate hope that Naruto wouldn't hold her actions against her. Did he resent her for the kiss? Did he understand why she had done it? The questions had haunted her for days, and now the answers might finally be within reach.
"Hinata-sama," Natsu spoke again, her voice gentle but insistent. "I can send word that you are unavailable if you prefer."
Hinata shook her head quickly, standing up and brushing off her robes in an attempt to compose herself. "No, thank you, Natsu. I'll… I'll go see him," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Natsu's expression softened as she straightened from her bow. "Very well. If you need anything, I will be in the kitchen," she said, offering a slight smile. Though free from the Caged Bird Seal, Natsu still embraced her role as caretaker, much to Hinata's occasional frustration. Despite her many attempts to persuade Natsu to forgo the formalities and treat her as an equal, the older woman always demurred, seemingly content in her role.
As Natsu departed, Hanabi's gaze lingered on Hinata, a teasing smile curling at her lips. "Don't keep him waiting too long," she said, standing and stretching before adding with a smirk, "You wouldn't want him to think you've been avoiding him."
Hinata's cheeks flushed as she fidgeted with her sleeves, unable to meet her sister's eyes. "Hanabi…" she began, her voice laced with exasperation.
Hanabi stepped closer, placing a hand on Hinata's arm. Her teasing tone gave way to something more sincere. "Hey, I'm just saying—go find out what he wants. You'll feel better once you talk to him. And besides," she added, her grin returning, "it's Naruto. He's not the type to hold a grudge."
Hinata hesitated, but Hanabi gave her a gentle push toward the path leading to the gate. "Go," Hanabi said, her voice softening. "I'll clean up here."
Hinata took a deep breath, finally finding her resolve. "Thank you, Hanabi," she said, her voice trembling slightly but filled with gratitude.
As she walked away, her heart pounded with each step, bringing her closer to the reunion she had been both dreading and longing for.
Hinata fled towards the gate, her feet moving instinctively as if drawn by a force she couldn't resist. The gravel paths of the Hyūga compound crunched softly beneath her sandals, the sound barely registering in her ears over the pounding of her heart. The evening sunlight bathed the garden in a warm, golden glow, casting long shadows across the perfectly manicured shrubs and koi ponds. Wisteria blossoms swayed gently in the breeze, their petals drifting lazily to the ground, and the faint scent of jasmine lingered in the air. She passed by the traditional wooden archway marking the compound's entrance, its beams etched with the Hyūga crest. Despite the beauty surrounding her, Hinata couldn't focus on anything but the knot of emotions tightening in her chest.
Finally, she reached the gate. Just as Natsu had said, Naruto was standing there, waiting for her. Perhaps standing wasn't the right word—he was more like fidgeting on the balls of his feet, shifting his weight back and forth as though he couldn't stay still. His hands were brought up around the back of his head, elbows pointing outward, and his sky-blue eyes darted everywhere but toward the gate. He wore his Chūnin jacket, though it looked newer, as if freshly repaired or replaced. The sight of him, so familiar yet charged with a new kind of nervous energy, made Hinata's breath catch in her throat.
"Naruto-kun," she managed to squeak, the words barely audible even to herself. Her voice betrayed her, trembling under the weight of her emotions.
Naruto's head snapped toward her, his eyes widening for a moment in what could only be described as surprise—like he hadn't actually expected her to appear despite being the one to summon her. "Ah, Hinata," he said, his tone somewhere between relief and awkwardness. For a moment, he seemed unsure of what to say, scratching the back of his head as his gaze darted away again. "You, uh… you haven't been to see me since our spar. So I thought… well, I'll just come see you then, or something."
Hinata's heart raced even faster at his words. "You were… waiting for me?" she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. Her hands fidgeted nervously with the hem of her sleeves, and she felt her cheeks flush. If Naruto noticed, he didn't say anything.
Naruto blinked, his expression shifting into something almost defensive. "I mean, yeah!" he said, as though the answer was obvious. His tone was slightly exasperated, but his cheeks had taken on a faint pink hue. "I mean, you kissed me out of the blue two years ago and then ran away. Then the other day…" He trailed off, his words faltering as his blush deepened. He shook his head abruptly, like he was trying to shake off his own embarrassment. "Anyway, the point is, I'm not gonna just let you run away without finally talking about this!" he declared, his voice louder than it needed to be. He stepped forward and, before Hinata could react, grabbed her hand.
Hinata froze, her wide eyes darting to where his hand clasped hers. His grip was warm—so warm it felt like it burned, sending a jolt of electricity through her entire body. Her brain struggled to keep up with what was happening, her heart pounding erratically. "T-talk about it?" she stammered, stumbling slightly as Naruto began walking, dragging her along behind him.
Naruto didn't look back, his face tilted away as though he couldn't bear to meet her gaze. "D-don't make me spell it out, idiot!" he shouted, his voice tinged with both irritation and embarrassment. "I'm— I'm saying you and I are going on a date, alright!?"
Hinata nearly tripped at his words, her free hand instinctively coming up to cover her mouth as her eyes went impossibly wide. A date? Her mind reeled, her thoughts spinning in a chaotic spiral. Had she heard him right? Was this real? She could feel the heat rising to her face, her cheeks burning with a blush so intense she was certain it must have been visible from space.
Naruto, for his part, seemed equally flustered. Though he kept walking, his shoulders were tense, and his pace was slightly too fast, as if he were trying to outrun his own embarrassment. "I-it's not a big deal or anything!" he added quickly, his voice cracking slightly. "I just… I mean, you kissed me, and I… I think we should at least figure out what that means, you know? So, uh… yeah. A date."
Hinata's lips parted, but no words came out. Her emotions were a tangled mess—joy, fear, hope, and disbelief all swirling together in a storm that left her utterly breathless. Slowly, tentatively, she tightened her grip on Naruto's hand, her fingers curling slightly around his.
"Okay," she whispered, the single word carrying all the weight of her feelings. She wasn't sure if Naruto heard her, but the slight hitch in his step made her think that he had.
The two walked in silence, Naruto still holding Hinata's hand as they moved through the winding streets of Konoha. The evening air was warm and fragrant, carrying with it the mingled scents of grilled skewers from street vendors and the faint, earthy aroma of the trees bordering the village. Lanterns began to flicker to life along the pathways, their soft, golden glow casting a comforting light over the familiar streets. The sun hung low in the sky, painting everything in hues of amber and crimson, and the shadows stretched long across the cobblestones.
Hinata's pulse had calmed somewhat, though her hand still tingled where Naruto's calloused fingers clasped hers. She glanced at him from the corner of her eye. His steps were hurried, his gaze determined but avoiding hers, and the faint blush on his cheeks hadn't faded. The sight of him like this—so unsure and yet so earnest—filled her chest with warmth.
Before long, they arrived at their destination: the modest but inviting Ichiraku Ramen stall. Its well-worn wooden beams framed the entrance, the familiar red fabric of the awning swaying gently in the breeze. The smell of miso broth and simmering pork wafted out from the interior, wrapping around them like an embrace.
Naruto paused in front of the stall, shifting slightly on his feet but keeping his grip on her hand. Hinata's eyes traced the small, hand-painted sign above the entrance, her heart swelling with the familiarity of it all. This place held memories—not just of the countless times Naruto had come here, but of the first time she had joined him, stepping into his world in a way that felt so special.
"It's not like I know anywhere else to take people on a date," Naruto grumbled, his voice low and hesitant. He still wasn't looking at her, but his grip on her hand tightened ever so slightly, as though afraid she might pull away. "If it's too lame for a date, I understand. But I'm gonna have to ask you to choose another place."
Hinata could see the back of his ears turning red, and she knew without a doubt that his face was just as flushed. Her own nerves were beginning to settle, the fluttering in her stomach giving way to something steadier. She smiled softly, a genuine, unguarded expression.
"It's a perfect place for a date, Naruto-kun," she said, her voice steady. And she meant it. This was more than just his favorite place—it was where they had first shared something simple but meaningful. The memory of that day filled her mind: the bright sunlight filtering through the awning, the bubbling laughter of Teuchi and Ayame as she and Naruto tried to out-eat each other, the surprise she felt at how easily he welcomed her into his world.
Naruto blinked at her words, his expression briefly startled before he turned away with a small huff, scratching the back of his neck. "Alright then," he muttered, pushing back the flaps to let them inside.
"Welcome!" Teuchi's voice boomed warmly as they stepped in. The stall was as small and cozy as she remembered, its polished wooden counter gleaming under the soft light of hanging lanterns. The walls bore hand-drawn menus and faded photographs of regulars, giving the space a lived-in charm.
Teuchi's eyes lit up when he saw Hinata. "If it isn't a face I haven't seen for a while!" His smile broadened. "You two here to challenge each other again, Miss White Lotus?"
Hinata's cheeks burned at the mention of her nickname, and the memory of that day resurfaced in vivid detail. She had been so nervous but determined to make an impression, and somehow, that had resulted in her accidentally out-eating Naruto in a ramen challenge. The embarrassment of it had lingered for weeks, though Naruto had taken it in stride, laughing it off in his usual carefree way.
"Nah, just something normal this time," Naruto said quickly, his tone slightly defensive. Hinata couldn't help but notice the faint edge of amusement in his voice, and she glanced at him to see the corner of his mouth twitching upward.
They took their seats, the counter smooth and cool beneath her hands. The quiet hum of the broth simmering in the kitchen filled the space, a comforting background noise. Hinata placed her order—a simple bowl of miso ramen—and Naruto did the same, his choices just as predictable.
As they waited, Hinata's gaze drifted to the steaming pots behind the counter, her mind wandering. She remembered the day Naruto had saved her, years ago, when they were just children. The snow had been falling lightly, blanketing the village in a quiet stillness. The air was sharp and cold, and her breath had come out in shaky puffs as she stood there, surrounded by jeering voices.
Her eyes—those peculiar, pale eyes—had always drawn attention, and not the kind she wanted. Her heritage as a Hyūga had set her apart, and to those boys, it had made her a target. Their words had been cruel, their actions worse. She had felt powerless, her voice caught in her throat, unable to fight back or even cry for help. The world around her had seemed as frozen as the snow underfoot.
Then he had appeared—a blur of orange in the corner of her vision, charging in without hesitation. Naruto's voice had rung out loud and clear, filled with righteous fury as he planted himself between her and her tormentors. "Leave her alone!" he had shouted, his small fists clenched tightly, his face defiant despite the odds.
Hinata remembered watching him, wide-eyed, as he stood his ground against the three older boys. He didn't care that they were bigger or stronger; he didn't care that he was outnumbered. All that mattered to him was protecting her, a girl he barely knew, simply because he thought it was the right thing to do.
Of course, he had lost the fight. They had knocked him down again and again, yet he had always gotten back up, wiping blood from his nose and dirt from his cheeks, his determination unshaken. Each time he rose, it was as if he were saying, I will never give up.
It wasn't the act of saving her that had etched itself into her heart that day. It was his unwavering spirit, his refusal to back down in the face of overwhelming adversity. Hinata had stood there, clutching her scarf, her heart pounding with something she hadn't understood at the time: admiration. She had seen in Naruto what she longed for in herself—strength, courage, and an unrelenting will to keep moving forward, no matter how many times life knocked you down.
That moment had been a turning point, a seed planted deep within her. It had taken years to grow, nurtured by every glimpse she caught of him in the academy, every word of encouragement he gave to others, every time he smiled through his own pain. Naruto hadn't just saved her that day—he had inspired her.
Now, sitting beside him in this small ramen stall, Hinata felt that same spark of admiration flicker in her chest, though it had grown into something far deeper. Her fingers brushed against the edge of the counter, and she smiled softly to herself. That memory had been the start of everything for her, and somehow, it felt like this moment—this simple, quiet meal shared between the two of them—was another kind of beginning.
Their bowls arrived, the rich aroma of the broth filling the air as Teuchi set them down with a grin. The first bite was heaven—a perfect blend of flavors that warmed her from the inside out. Hinata stole a glance at Naruto, watching the way his face lit up as he dug in with enthusiasm. That simple, unguarded joy was so quintessentially him, and it made her smile.
They finished their meal in comfortable silence—or perhaps it was an awkward one, neither of them knowing quite what to say. When the time came to pay, Naruto waved off her protests and insisted on covering the bill. "It's what you're supposed to do on a first date, right?" he said, his tone almost defiant, though the blush creeping back onto his face betrayed his nerves.
As they stepped back out into the village, the sun had dipped lower, casting the streets in a deep, warm glow. The orange light painted everything with an almost dreamlike quality, and the lanterns hanging along the pathways had grown brighter in the dusk. Hinata's gaze flickered upward, toward the sun's rays, and for a moment, her thoughts turned to Amaterasu and the looming threat she represented. But then she looked at Naruto, his presence solid and reassuring beside her, and the fear ebbed away. With him, she felt as though she could face anything—even the goddess of the sun herself.
Naruto held out his hand, his usual grin softened into something more genuine. "What should we do next then?" he asked, his tone light but carrying a trace of vulnerability, as if he were trying to make this moment last just a little longer.
Hinata hesitated for only a second before reaching out, her fingers brushing against his before interlacing through them. The warmth of his hand sent a flutter through her chest, and she couldn't help but lean into his arm slightly as they began to walk. A soft smile graced her lips, one that carried all the joy and quiet contentment she felt just being by his side.
"Anywhere is fine," she said, her voice gentle. It wasn't the place or the activity that mattered—it was this, being with him, sharing these small, tender moments. So long as they were together, she knew she could be happy, no matter where their steps led.
For a while, they walked in comfortable silence, the village around them glowing in the soft orange light of the setting sun. The streets were lively with the chatter of villagers and the occasional laugh of children playing. The warmth of Naruto's hand in hers, the gentle breeze tugging at her hair—it all felt so perfect, so surreal.
Hinata's heart swelled, and she found herself daring to believe that this peace, this closeness, could last just a little longer.
But that hope was cut short.
"Hinata. Naruto."
The sudden voice cut through the serenity, startling them both. Naruto instinctively stepped in front of her, his free hand dropping protectively to his side as they turned to face the speaker. Emerging from the bustling crowd was Sasuke, his expression unreadable but his presence heavy. He stopped directly in front of them, his one visible eye locking onto theirs with an intensity that set Hinata on edge.
Sasuke didn't comment on their closeness, though Hinata caught the briefest flicker of acknowledgement in his gaze. He had seen the kiss during their spar—she knew that much—and yet his silence only made his sudden appearance more ominous.
"My brother is calling for us," Sasuke said, his tone flat but carrying an unmistakable urgency. "We have a mission."
Naruto blinked, his usual excitement for missions noticeably absent. "Now?" he asked, his voice betraying a hint of disappointment. He glanced at Hinata, the unspoken regret in his eyes reflecting her own. Their date, their quiet time together, had barely begun, and yet it seemed it was already coming to an end.
Hinata, ever pragmatic, gave him a small nod. "It's all right," she murmured, though her voice was tinged with reluctance. "We can finish another time."
Still, something about Sasuke's demeanor set her on edge. His movements were too precise, his posture too rigid, as if he were barely holding himself together. Whatever the mission was, it wasn't ordinary.
"What happened?" Hinata asked, her voice steady despite the unease beginning to churn in her stomach.
Sasuke was silent for a moment, his gaze flickering between the two of them. He seemed to weigh his words carefully, as if reluctant to share the burden he carried. When he finally spoke, his tone was grave, each syllable deliberate.
"Listen to me calmly," he said, his voice lower now, as if bracing them for the weight of his next words. "This isn't just any mission."
Naruto and Hinata exchanged a glance, their hands still joined but now gripped a little tighter. The lingering warmth and tenderness from their date faded, replaced by a shared sense of foreboding. Whatever Sasuke was about to say, it was going to change everything.
"The Village Hidden in the Sand," Sasuke began, his one visible eye darkening with an emotion Hinata couldn't quite place. "Sunagakure… has fallen."
The words hung in the air like a blade poised to drop, and for a moment, time itself seemed to freeze. Hinata felt her breath catch, her heart hammering in her chest as the weight of his statement settled over her. She could feel Naruto's grip on her hand tighten, his body stiffening beside her.
The glow of the village, the chatter of the crowd, the warmth of their shared moment—all of it was swallowed by the chilling finality of Sasuke's words. Whatever peace they had felt was gone, replaced by the stark reality of what lay ahead.