God, I feel like such a pervert making this. But, who cares? Like I’ve said before, I’m a trailblazer, and writing new and different stories is what I do. Besides, (And I’m not making this up) I read an ItachixHanabi story on Adultfanfiction, I kid you not. Well despite the fact it was on there, I decided to make yet another tribute to my yuri skills. More people read The Hyuga Princess and the Slug Queen than I would have thought possible, and it seems that underageness didn’t throw people off Like Mother, Like Daughter. Also, Hanabi is a minor character, which means I can have more liberty with her while still technically keeping her ‘in character’. Who knows; this could even be calculated as canon. Plus, this will help my first-person writing skills. This will not be like my other fics, in the fact that it is told from a young girl’s point of view, and more… how do I say this? Not pervy. Shock, I know. So, enjoy my 7th yuri story, Pale Eyes and Gentle Fists. And I don’t own Naruto, because this would be canon if I did.

I could say I don’t really know when I knew I was in love with my sister. That would be so much easier. I could just say that I knew what I was doing, and everything started and ended up perfectly.

I could, but then again, my father told me to never tell a lie.

Now that I’m older, I could use a vast array of language to describe what I felt in those several months. But, for your entertainment and my peace of mind, I’ll try to tell my story from a nine-year old’s point of view. You’ll have to see for yourself what I saw then. What I saw in the pale eyes and gentle fists of Hinata Hyuga…

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The first time I got the tingles was when my sister was training with my cousin, Neji. I happened to be walking by the training grounds when I saw Hinata and Neji practicing. It was summer, the middle of August I recall, and even though big sister wanted to keep herself covered up, it was just too hot to wear the big, bulky jacket. So she and Neji were dressed in the normal Hyuga black training clothes, like I was wearing. I looked around for a place to watch their match, but I couldn’t see one, so I just sat down on the ground to watch their fight.

Hinata was beautiful. The way she ducked and evaded all of Neji’s attacks was simply amazing. Secretly, even though father said that I was to inherit the honor of being the leader of the Hyugas and that Hinata was not worthy to inherit that title, I still envied her. She was just so beautiful, and I knew that every person in the village had to like her.

Then, watching Hinata dodge another of Neji’s Gentle Fist strikes, it happened. I can’t really explain how, but for a moment, it was just me and Hinata. No one else. She was fighting, but I couldn’t really remember who it was. Everything I was feeling, thinking or doing was directed towards her. Now my gaze unceremoniously drifted towards Hinata’s more… secretive parts. The parts that I never got to see; the parts she always kept underneath her coat. The sweat from her exertion rolled off her face in little rivers, sliding down her perfect face, around her neck and down into the little valley her breasts formed. The normally tight article of clothing stuck to her like glue, becoming as much a part of her body as her skin.

That’s when the tingles first started.

Actually, it felt like prickling, the first time. At first I thought it was just the stinging from the sun bearing down on my shoulders, until I realized that the more I looked at Hinata’s beautiful figure clash with Neji, the more my skin prickled. I was angry in the beginning; I thought that Hinata was playing a trick on me. But then I realized that the prickling actually felt good, and the more I relaxed, the more the prickling dulled into a tingly, bubbly feeling inside me. I laughed, because it felt like little pixies were tickling my feet and hands. Eventually, the tingles stopped, and I regretfully returned to Hinata’s sparring with Neji. But as soon as I gazed upon Hinata’s figure, they returned and I sat there, giggling and laughing as the tingles ran through my body.

I wasn’t exactly sure what caused those tingles, and later that night, they disappeared. I was so disappointed, but I learned that I could bring them back by thinking about Hinata’s face. That really made me feel good, and every night, I peacefully fell asleep thinking about Hinata’s smiling face.

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It was a few days after the tingles came to me the first time that I had my first dream about Hinata. I couldn’t possibly realize what it meant when it happened. What happened in my dream was that Eskimos had kidnapped me and Hinata and were holding us captive and trying to feed us fish, which I hate. But Hinata broke free and saved us both, and we both ran off into the sunset. When I woke up to the light streaming into my window, I couldn’t help but giggle to myself. I didn’t know why that dream gave me the tingles, and I really didn’t care, actually. I just laid back and let the tingles wash over me, and I sighed.

After the dream, I started getting tingles whenever I was around Hinata. Across the breakfast table, I stole more than a few glances at my favorite and only sister. I don’t know if she caught any of them; I liked to think so. Maybe she got the tingles when she saw me. That made me feel real nice inside, and even brought the tingles back. Even so, I never told her about the tingles. It felt really cool to have a secret from my family, even if they didn’t think I had one.

Now, you have to remember something. I was only nine years old at the time, and I doubted my feelings as much or moreso than an adult. I remember feeling only a small amount of conflict at the tingles in the beginning, but that little thing grew so much that I was seriously beginning to question what I was really feeling. For months, I worried, and I guiltily stole tingles from Hinata. I know, it sounds really lame now, but that was how I felt then.

Then I thought about love. I had heard it so many times in my life, and almost every night, I told my father I loved him before I went to bed. But what really was love? Was that what I was feeling towards Hinata? Did I… love her? The thought excited me, and I was eager to test out my theory.

But first, I had to know what exactly love was. I thought I could look it up in one of the dictionaries in the extremely large library, but all it had was words, definitions, ink on paper, and as I exited, I still had no idea what love was. I knew I had to ask someone else, but who could I ask? Not Neji. He was kind of depressed most of the time, and I highly doubted that he had ever been loved. Hinata, the very object of my supposed affection? No, no way. My feelings were way too conflicted then to try and talk to her about something like this. Then it hit me. Father had married my mother, who had passed away before I could know her, so he must know what love was!

It was after one of our training sessions that I decided to pop the question. I was tired, covered with sweat and dirt, but Hiashi seemed to be in a relatively good mood, and I figured there would be no better time to ask him. Panting, I came over to sit by him and tried to get my breathing under control. “Father?” I asked. “What is love?”

He looked down at me, surprised, but his surprise soon turned to suspicion. “Why?” he asked, staring at me intently. “Is there someone, besides me or any one of your relatives, who said they love you?”

I quickly shook my head. Hiashi was an excellent father, but he could be a little uptight sometimes. “N-no, not at all,” I covered quickly. “I… I just wanted to know what it was.”

Hiashi stared at me for a few more moments before answering in a monotone voice, “Love is complicated. All you need to know at your age is that when two people are in love, they like being around each other extremely much, and they would do anything for that person.” He paused. “Does that answer your question?”

“Yes, father. Thank you, father,” I said politely.

Well, according to father’s definition of love, I was most certainly in love with Hinata. I didn’t know anything about how things were supposed to ‘work’ then. ‘Lesbian’ was a completely unknown word to me, as was ‘incest’. I had no idea that what I was doing was wrong, nor did I care, really. All I cared about was Hinata, and hopefully being able to tell her that I loved her, more than a normal sister. I wanted to tell her so badly, but I kept rehearsing, waiting for the right moment. It would be perfect; we would both be standing underneath the old willow tree in the front yard. I would gently take her hand, and move my face ever closer, whispering her name under my breath. Then, she would lean down slightly, and our lips would meet.

Of course, being a Hyuga, I thought rationally, and that fantasy existed only in my before-sleep times. Instead, I tried to pick the right moment, when no one was around. Maybe after we were done sparring, or after dinner. But then I was forced to overcome another obstacle.

No matter how hard I tried, I could never bring myself to say those three little words. Every time I got close, saying, “Hinata, I want to tell you-” or, “Hinata, there’s something I need-”. That was as far as I got. For some reason, my throat locked up, my knees felt like they were about to collapse, and the tingles returned so badly that it felt like my stomach was about to explode. I had to mutter a horrible excuse and run away as fast as I could, usually to my room or somewhere quiet, that didn’t have many people in it. There I would have to lay down, clutching my arms until the painful tingling stopped, which was usually around ten or fifteen minutes. It was terrible; all of my best laid plans were going to waste.

I suppose, in a sense, it was a good thing I had the painful tingles, because if I didn’t have them, I wouldn’t have figured out self-pleasure. Actually, there were a few things leading up to my first time alone, including a very unique dream I had.

All of my dreams since the Eskimo one involved Hinata in some way. But this one… this was the first one that had one of my fantasies in it. I’ll always remember it. It was the willow moon, the one where I proclaim my love to Hinata and we kiss under the willow tree. Only, this time, it didn’t stop at us kissing. Instead, Hinata ran her fingers all over me, under my arms, across my chest, and even gently slipping one hand in between my legs. Then her kisses traveled lower, across my cheek, down my neck and finally to the hemline of my beautiful, white dress. Then her thin fingers slipped beneath it and slipped it off me in one quick motion. I blinked, and in an instant, her coat was off, revealing the luscious form that I had only up until now glimpsed through fabric. She brought her hands down (Which were freezing, by the way) and rested them between my legs, right above my… well, it was Hinata’s next words that gave me a name to put to it. Leaning in closer to me, her full, perfect lips opened only slightly, whispering, “My flower… you are my little flower.”

Unbelievably, that was when I woke up, drenched in sweat, sitting bolt up in bed. Then I almost had to lie back in bed because the tingles went right to that place that Hinata had touched right before I woke up, my little flower. The tingles subsided after a minute, and when I opened my eyes again, I was ashamed to find that I had wet the bed. Of course, I hadn’t actually peed in the bed, but I didn’t exactly know that at the time.

The day after I tried to avoid Hinata, maybe hoping that if I avoided her, I wouldn’t have the humiliation of wetting the bed again. But that dream was so heavenly… The next night, I fell asleep wishing I could have that dream again.

To my surprise and delight, I did. To my double delight, I did not wet the bed again, but I woke up with the most amazing tingly feeling I had ever experienced up to that point.

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Give feelings a few weeks to simmer, and things will come to a boil, quite literally in my case. In those few weeks, I had been having those dreams near constantly, and every time it was a bit different. Sometimes Hinata was nice with me, sometimes I couldn’t stop kissing her. It was all a blur. Then, it happened.

I’m not sure what brought it on, but one day, I was lying back in my bed, and thinking about the latest dream. Hinata had backed me up against the tree, and kept kissing me roughly. Then her hands rode up inside my dress and started touching my flower. I woke up before anything else happened between us. Now I kept wondering what it would feel like to touch myself there.

Now this moment in time I have to go into more detail about. It was just so magical to me; the divine moment of self-discovery. Sorry. Maybe I should just back off and let the story tell itself.

As the memory ended, I opened my eyes and realized that I couldn’t hold back this feeling any more. It was overwhelming, especially on this particular dream. I was wearing my usual sparring attire, and let me tell you, it is extremely hard to get off. It’s like spandex, seriously. It took me a while, but I finally managed to slip out of it. I neatly folded it and set it off to the side. Now I was in uncharted territory. I had always woke up when Hinata just began to explore my flower. I decided to just do what she did in my dreams. I laid back and stroked my entire body slowly, and the tingles quickly returned. I closed my eyes and just laid there, stroking all of my sensitive parts, especially my breasts. I don’t know why, but they were extra sensitive, especially around their tiny nubs.

Then, all of a sudden, my mind suddenly thought of how much I would love Hinata to do this to me. I concentrated, and soon it felt like her flowery hands were skimming over my body, touching ever square inch of her body. I felt sister’s nips down my stomach, her gentle lips and tongue kissing and licking me all over. The tingles were so unbelievably powerful that I almost went straight for my flower, but I stopped myself. I wanted this to last, I wanted my first time to be memorable. I let all of the images from the weeks of dreams come back to me, one after another, in quick succession, every moment of loving that Hinata gave me, or at least gave me in my dream. As I remembered all of the euphoric sensations that my dreams had brought, I felt the tingles converge on my flower. That feeling… there’s simply nothing like it. It was so powerful that I nearly lost consciousness then. But I did let my fingers trail downward, letting them rest right above my flower.

Now the Hinata of my mind crouched down, still letting her tongue slide across my abs, which were beginning to get defined because of all the training I did with father. Then I set my fingers down directly on my flower, and I slowly began to rub it, up and down, all around it, and then my inner thighs were next. I raised my knees up, and I brought my finger up to my face to examine it. It was thinly coated in clear fluid, much like the fluid that was on my sheets the first night. I wasn’t sure what it would taste like, so I tentatively stuck the tip of my tongue out and licked the tip of my index finger. It tasted strange, but not completely unpleasant. It kind of reminded me of that time we went to the beach and I got saltwater in my mouth. But this tasted much, much better than that, so I gladly licked the fluid off.

I licked the rest of my finger and let it travel down to my flower, which was almost glistening with my juices. I rubbed it all over the opening, which was closed, just like a flower. I giggled. I guess there was a reason it was called my flower. I just laid there for some time, rubbing my flower with my knees up in the air, arching my back and giving slight moans every now and then. Then a thought came to my mind. What would it feel if I inserted my fingers into my flower? This feeling already felt so good, I couldn’t wait to find out what other sensations I could elicit with my fingers.

I was panting like I had just come out of a training session with father. I didn’t know this would be this tiring. I used my two index fingers to open my flower as my other hand gently rubbed my breasts, flicking over their nubs, which were getting hard for some reason. Closing my eyes, I imagined that it was Hinata again; Hinata rubbing my breasts, Hinata spreading my flower, Hinata cooing sweet things in my ear. “H…i…na…ta…” I moaned, barely able to speak through the immense pleasure I was receiving.

“Yes, my sweet little flower?” I imagined her say back.

I let out a sharp moan, quickly biting my lip to prevent it from escaping. I didn’t know what I was doing was wrong, but I inferred that since people didn’t walk around the village doing it, that it was supposed to be done in private, and I liked it that way. Another moan escaped my lips, one that I couldn’t hold in, and decided not to. Hinata took my hand and licked one of my fingers from top to bottom, cleaning all the wetness from it. Then she gently guided it down to my open flower, which she was holding open. I arched my back in amazement. I began to… what would be a good description? I guess I could call it ‘fingering’ myself. As soon as one of my fingers slid into my dripping flower, I almost screamed. Before I knew it, I was fingering myself faster and faster, not trying to keep my moans under control anymore. My body started to convulse, shaking with every thrust of my fingers.

Then, shaking with bliss, I called out my sister, my dear old sister’s, name, and my hips thrust forward, driving my fingers even farther inside. I went blind; half of my cells were on fire, half of them were simply numb with unbelievable pleasure. I felt the juices from my flower flow across my fingers and run down onto the bed. I could see Hinata’s face above me, even though I knew that my eyes had rolled back into my head. Her face scrunched up into a ball of pain, and I knew that she was experiencing the same thing that I was, too.

It seemed like an eternity before my sight returned, and the half of my cells that were on fire were cooled. I slumped back, my fingers still stuck inside my flower. Never, never in my life had I ever been as tired as I was then. In all of my training sessions with father, he always let me stop before I collapsed from sheer exhaustion. Now I no longer had that luxury. I felt my sight draining, and my limbs becoming even heavier. All my brain could comprehend was sleep, or my lack thereof. Reaching down with my left hand, I grabbed my sheets and pulled them up to my shoulders. Within literally seconds, I was asleep, my finger still inside my flower.

After that, every moment I was not practicing with father or in school, I was pleasuring myself. Sometimes when I was walking down the street, I could see Hinata’s face in front of me, and I had to step into an alley to get the tingles out of my system. The only reason why I didn’t do it right out in public was because even though I was underage, father had explained to me that I had ‘girl parts’, and I had to keep them covered up all the time during training or in public. But sometimes, the urge to touch my flower was simply too strong for me to resist.

It may surprise you that the whole time I was doing this, I had almost no thoughts about me admitting my love to Hinata. It may sound stupid; I mean, that was the whole reason I was touching myself; to get the tingles out long enough for me to finally tell Hinata that I loved her. But now I fell into a stupor, my thoughts being clouded by all of my fantasies, one piled on top of another. I never thought about the mediocre endings anymore, the ones by the table and after practice. It was all mist and willow trees for me.

I might have continued this for quite a few months, if Hinata had not walked in on me one day.

It was mid-afternoon, if I remember. Father had left on a meeting with the Hokage. Neji was on a mission. Now I thought even harder of Hinata’s face when I was pleasuring myself. We could do so much here. She would jump me out in the kitchen, and start kissing me all over… god, it felt so good as I fingered myself even faster. Now, I knew that this thing was perfectly okay in private, so I didn’t bother to stifle the moans of my sister’s name escaping my lips. How on earth could someone ban something that felt this good?

I knew that I was reaching that point, that insurmountable point where all of my pleasure directed towards my flower, and its juices exploded onto my bed. I was panting faster and faster, my finger sliding into my flower faster and faster. It was building up, a pressure down in the bottom of my stomach. I might have heard the doorknob jiggle, but maybe I was too lost in my lust to fully comprehend that it happened. Thankfully, I wasn’t out of it enough to ignore Hinata poking her head into my room just as a throaty moan escaped my lips.

I laid there in shock, our eyes riveted on each other. Hinata’s mouth fell open in astonishment and disgust, and I knew that she had heard that last moan, that guttural one of her beautiful name. I don’t know how long we held that gaze, staring into each other’s eyes. Finally, something broke the silence (I still say it was a bird call) and Hinata shook her head, slamming the door and running out. I heard the quick pitter-pat of her feet on the stairs.

I laid there for a moment, still drinking in the sight of her pale, beautiful eyes. Finally, I snapped back to reality and realized that I had to go after her. I jumped up, then promptly hit the ground. I forgot how tired these sessions made me, especially when I never moved during them. Shaking, I stood up and grabbed my one-piece and quickly tugged it on, struggling to get my leg into it while I hopped to the door.

I tip-toed down the stairs, carefully placing my steps to avoid any of the creaking places in the steps. Halfway down, I heard crying in the kitchen. My heart caught in my throat, and I stopped dead. No… I… I didn’t want to make Hinata cry. I… I just wanted to be her lover. That’s when reality decided to lend a hand. I had always been thinking that Hinata liked me back, never caring about her feelings. It was simply me, me, me. That’s when I realized that Hinata might not like me, and that’s when I had to make a very important decision.

I cautiously peered around the corner, and the painful tingles returned when I heard Hinata crying. I crept toward the kitchen, wringing my hands in shame. I rounded another corner into the kitchen, and swallowed painfully as I saw her at the table, her head buried into her coat, back heaving from the sobs she was having. I shuffled over to her and tapped her shoulder lightly. “Hinata?” I asked. “A… are you okay?”

Without warning, she slapped my hand away and pushed me back into the wall. “How could you?!” she screamed, tears still rolling down her face. “How on earth could you justify lusting after me like this? It’s just impure!”

“I-I’m s-sorry, Hinata,” I stuttered through the tears that were almost coming out of my eyes. “But I don’t…”

She slapped me. Hard. I stumbled sideways and finally fell down onto my back. I laid there, dazed. Above me, Hinata continued her tirade. “You’re a girl, and moreover, YOU’RE MY FUCKING SISTER!” I gasped. Hinata had never, never cursed before, even when she was really hurt by Neji. “How long have you been staring at me, imagining me naked, wishing you could own my flesh?”

I took it as a real question. I thought in my head for a moment. “Three months,” I answered, standing up.

Hinata seemed surprised. “Uh, w…well,” she started, unable to think up a comeback. “Y-you’ve been trying to get me much earlier than that, haven’t you! S-staring at me in my sleep, t-trying to feel me when we’re training; you’ve been lusting for me so much longer than that.”

Something clicked. This was my chance! Granted, it wasn’t an ideal, or good, or even remotely close to having a snowball’s chance, but this was the moment where I had to tell Hinata that I loved her, no matter what happened. It couldn’t be worse than what was happening now. I took a deep breath and poured my heart and soul out to Hinata. “Hinata, I’ve been in love with you for over a year!” I blurted out. My brain told me to stop, that I would only make things worse for Hinata, but my heart told me to continue, begging me to release the tingles once and for all. “It started when you were sparring with Neji, and I got tingles watching you! I felt them every time I looked at you over the dinner table or when we were sparring. I saw you in my dreams, watching over me, protecting me. I knew that you couldn’t ever hurt me, Hinata. Then I tried to tell you that I loved you, but I never could. The tingles grew so bad that I had to finger myself to get them out.” Now tears were freely streaming out of my eyes, staining the floor and my training suit. “But now Hinata, the tingles are gone, and I can finally say that I love you with all my heart!”

I stood there, panting. My arms had wrapped around my chest protectively while I was talking. Small sobs still came out of my body, but I could ignore them. I found with a surprise that the tingles were gone, and instead, they left a light feeling, like I could lift up into the air. My eyes were pinched closed, but I opened them slowly to see what Hinata was thinking.

Her mouth was open, and her knees were knocking together. I saw her close her mouth, and look away from me. “Hanabi,” she began slowly. “You don’t love me. You can’t love me.”

“But I do! I swear I do!” I pleaded. I took a step forward, and she took a step back in fear. “I’ll prove it to you!” I leaned forward, and before she could turn away, I kissed her.

Actually, I kissed her chin. Then I remembered that I was around six inches shorter than her. Frustrated, I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her down, pressing my lips to hers. Now the tingles returned. She tried to move away from my lips, but I still held the back of her head, and I prevented her from escaping. I needed this. Even if she rejected me, I needed to know how she felt, how the real Hinata felt like.

My eyes flew open in shock as I felt her lips press back against mine. She was kissing me back! She really did love me! I kissed back, letting my other hand trail all over her body. Her lips felt so good, so warm against mine.

I think that’s when I fainted.

When I woke up, I was lying in my own bed, with Hinata sitting next to me. She gave me a smile and said, “Hello Hanabi. Sleep well?”

That was about all of the talking we did before I pushed her down onto the bed, kissing her like crazy.

That was fifteen years ago. I really wish I could say that Hinata and I are together now, with two adopted children in a house on the outskirts of town; that we settled down right after we both came of age; that we loved each other fervently, and still do. But none of it came true. We weren’t the happiest couple, but we were content with each other, especially at night, in each other’s arms. I told Hinata about my fantasies after we were done one night. She was creeped out with the thought of her doing all these things to me. So my fantasies had to take the back-burner. No worries, right? We could be a normal couple without fantasizing about one another, right? No, my dream was not to be. We broke up around four months after I admitted my love to her. She said that we would always be friends, and we should move on and see other people. Our relationship was just to strange for her to handle she said. But I could see the truth. This was tearing her apart as much as it was me. I thought that in a year, we could apologize, maybe even get back together. But she found comfort in Naruto, the village screw-up. I never could see what she saw in him, but she still went to him, once he returned from his training.

I was devastated, but I eventually got over it. I had come to an important crossroads in my life, and I realized that if I really loved Hinata, I would want her to be happy. And she was certainly happy with Naruto. They dated until they came of age, and they married soon after. It took a lot of coaxing from her and Neji before I would go to her wedding.

Some people might think that our love was just a spring fling, an escape from a dull life; two lonely people coming together for no reason. But it was much more than that. Hinata taught me how to love, and in return, I gave her the courage to go after the one she truly wanted. We both benefited. And I still love her, but now I realize that keeping your distance may not be a terribly bad thing. After all, look what it did for me before.

AN: Hopefully this will be a nice reprieve from the depressing recent ending of LM,LD. Keep in mind that I do not endorse underage sex between two minor sisters; I just write about it. I’ll be surprised if this gets over 1000 hits, and if it gets anywhere near the response that The Hyuga Princess and the Slug Queen did, I’ll probably have a heart attack.

For the people asking why in the frozen over hell I wrote this, it was mainly because the HinataxHinata section in the site was… how to put this delicately? Pretty fucked up, to tell you the truth. No offence to any of the writers, but they were a bit too surreal to be easily read. Now I don’t think they’re bad stories; in fact, they were some of the most descriptive I’ve ever read on this site; easily book material for description. But seriously, I couldn’t understand much about either of them. Regardless, I decided that a Hanabi-centric fic was needed on this site, badly. I’m sorry I didn’t include a lemon in the end, but it was kind of needed to get this in before Monday. In fact, the only reason I didn’t get it in Saturday was because I was headed over to my first con, AnimeUSA! Tell me if you were there; maybe I met some of you by accident. It’s my first time typing lolicon, and I hope you all like it. Now hit that little review button on the bottom, would you? I’ll give you a chibi picture of Hinata!