Apart Chapter 10: The OtherHinata wasn't sure how she had suddenly appeared in the forest wearing only a silky, almost too small nightgown, but found the abundance of Naruto around her very enjoyable. He moved towards her in the dark, his orange and black jacket open, his eyes serious. She was tempted to look away, to blush, to play submissive, but decided, no, not this time. She would embrace his closeness.
Which is exactly what she did, Or, tried to, but Naruto beat her to it. With stunning speed, he had her in his arms, held close against his chest. She blushed, reveling in his warmth, but Naruto did not stop there. A second later, he had pushed her back against a tree, and was pressing his body against hers.
"Hinata," he whispered heavily. She chanced a glance into his eyes and saw that they seemed glossed over, distant. It was as if he was thinking about one thing, and one thing alone. Hinata could guess what was on his mind, and she liked it.
Without warning, Naruto delved into her neck, kissing, licking,
Apart Chapter 6: The MorningA scream, a gasp, and Hinata was awake, sitting up in bed. Small beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, and into her eyes. Or were they tears? The sheets were cold and wet with her sweat, and she felt as though she was burning up from the inside out. And that dream. The dream was...
"Damn vivid," she muttered, breathing heavily. She was surprised she actually said it aloud. Hinata doesn't talk like that, she thought, a bit confused. It was hard to think over her panting, her gasping. And for a second, she felt there was something inside her, something distinctly not Hinata.
It was a gone a second later, and she was left alone, alone inside herself. She was just Hinata, just shy, scared, weirded-out, uncomfortable Hinata sitting alone in her wet nightgown and her sweaty covers in her drafty apartment. She closed her eyes and ran her hands through her hair, sighing, sorting her thoughts. She tried to remember the dream, and instantly tried to forget.
She had been in a
Two Halves Chapter 6Naruto was suddenly woken up, just like every single morning for the past three months, by music. Loud techno music with a strong, pulsing beat that shook the floor could be heard all over the place. He could also hear the lead singer blaring out lyrics about love and broken hearts and, only slightly softer, he could hear Sora singing along.
He rolled over to stare bleary-eyed at the clock. Six thirty am. He groaned and buried his face in the pillow. They had been up until one the night before, while he tried to get a hold of some stupid chakra weaving thing that was on the scroll. It was skill number 60, but they had only completed about 40. Three months and he was only less than halfway done. He had thought that he would be finished by now. But the tasks had gotten surprisingly harder. The floor cleaning exercise was piece of cake compared to what she was having them do now.
On top of that, she had hauled them into the library one day and informed them that they were to begin school
ApartChapter 11: The AwakeningRespect.
The word rippled across Hinata's mind as her thoughts wandered, her naked body quickly numbing under the pouring waterfall.
What was respect? she thought. She had gained it from her sister, she had gained it from Neji, of all people, but not her father, and not Naruto. At least, not to her knowledge. He acknowledged her existence, acknowledged she was strong, but… respect? As a person?
"I don't know…"
A memory flashed through her head as she muttered silently.
"Neji," she had said, "May… May I ask you a favor?"
Neji turned, and it struck her just how much he disliked her. His eyes, calm and pale, just as hers, roared in anger. He wanted to say no. He wanted to slap her across the face and ask why someone so worthless would want him to do her a favor, why he was subject to someone so… so much weaker than himself.
"Of course, Hinata-sama," he replied, bowing his head. The way he said sama, it was as if he was spitting it, just trying to get the bitter taste from his mou
Apart Chapter 7: The MissionSlow, soft tendrils of light were snaking across the sky as Hinata approached the gate leading out of the city, her head lowered. She shivered slightly, in spite of the fluffy warm hoodie that covered her body. The air was the warm morning air of late spring, early summer, and a few cherry blossoms drifted around her in the light breeze. Her arm flashed out and caught one as it fluttered airily to the ground. Slowly, Hinata squeezed it, forcing chakra into it, until finally, she unclenched her hand and let the remaining dust and pollen sift away, dancing on the breeze.
Sakura. Stupid Sakura, stupid blossoms, stupid damn damn DAMN! She screamed inside her head.
Stop it, Hinata, she thought, this isn't like you. They're teammates. You've been in both Shino and Kiba's rooms, and nothing of the sort happened…
Much to the chagrin of Kiba, her angry self fired back. That… that perverted dog…
Hinata simply shook her head, squeezing her eyes tightly shut.
Stop it. Stop it. I'm not like this. I
Apart Chapter 4: The Date"Hello Hinata," the old man said with a wrinkly smile, "You just want the usual?"
Hinata nodded, and sat down next to Naruto, who was shoveling down ramen as fast as he could. Finally, he slowed, and with ramen hanging out of his mouth, looked over and saw the girl sitting next to him.
"Hinata!" he said, or at least, attempted to say, choking a bit on his ramen. Hinata blushed slightly, but decided it was time to stop running. Carpe Diem, she thought, just go with it, and show no fear.
Full of determination, Hinata said, "I'll have a bowl of whatever Naruto-kun is having today." The old man smiled, and winked at her in a kind way.
"Coming right up."
Naruto pounded on his chest, coughed a few times, and turned to face HInata. "I had no idea you ate here! I've never seen you in here before!"
Hinata smiled cutely. "I love this place, I eat here all the time."
"Guess it's a wonder we've never bumped into each other," Naruto said, smiling.
"I'll say," the old ramen man said, "You two practi
Two Halves Ch. 12Naruto had never had a hard time telling Sakura that he liked her. It had always been easy to proclaim his feelings. He had told her hundreds of times that he liked her, asked her out on dozens of dates and tried everything he could think of to get her.
This was why it bugged the hell out of him that he didn't seem to be able to do any of that with Hinata.
They were sitting in a familiar position, side by side in front of the fire, leaning back against the couch with their books spread out around them. They had sat just like this dozens of times before, studying the books that Sora gave them. Everything was just the way it always was: Hinata's pot of tea sat next to her hip, while he was surrounded by empty ramen cups. She was reading a thick book on the theory of the echoes she was able to see, while he was reading accounts of some of the most famous of the West's gang wars.
He looked up at the clock on the wall. In fifteen minutes, Hinata would get up to get more tea and offer to get
Two Halves Ch.4 "OK, so you concentrate your chakra on your feet and then just run up the tree."
Hinata blushed and looked confused. They were standing in the forest a few miles away from the village where they had spent the night. At Naruto's insistence, they had woken up early and left to train. He was determined to get through this list as soon as possible. There were 100 things to learn and if they did one task per day it would take them 100 days or just a little over three months. It was still a long time to spend learning things he couldn't use, but he had three years to learn the charka bind.
Hinata looked at the tall tree in front of her. She was determined; she could do this. She had done other exercises similar to this back in leaf with her team. Plus she had been gathering chakra to her hands since the moment she