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A/N: Oh, I hope I have a few fans out there hating my grimy guts for taking this long! But, alas, if I do not, I have the benefit of doing this for my own well-being. Just a mere thirty minutes ago I had had a horrible idea in mind: killing someone off. But, good thing I've written this chapter in order to please those in need of a Christmas present from me. I would have killed Neji, by the way. Just as a thought... I really wanted to do so so I could have received a nasty shock of reviews. Good thing I'm running out of time... twenty odd minutes before the 25th arrives.
So, look forward to Neji's death, my dears. As, it may come soon or arrive late. Depends on my schedule with stupid Honors/AP classes. Boo. Anyhow. Happy Christmas. Hope I come back to you all sooner. In three weeks I hope.
Disclaimer:I don't own Naruto. None of his smooth, silky body.
Warmth beamed down, filling the pores of his muscular build with a shuddering rush. It was nice, getting out for once. Usually, hiding from wandering eyes was safest, their budding relationship would not continue to grow and swell in hyper-speed butterflies, soft kisses, or the occasional night in bed snuggled up. It was something of wondrous magnitude, the way she fit against his chest, behind his arm’s embrace. Truly, he was lucky. Had he ever thought he could have ever felt such strong love for someone—when for years, all anyone could do was throw dirty looks and mutter dishonorable curses.
Careening his neck down, he planted his cheek upon the top of his girl’s warm head. Slowly, positioning his nose into the tresses of her long black hair, he inhaled deeply. The scent of her hair reminded him of a long summer’s night years ago, when he was still only a young boy— of fresh daffodils and lilacs, and a slight amount of grass.
He had been thirteen, and his boyish foolish mind had continued to grasp onto false hope a certain pink-haired girl he knew would finally accept his pleads of a single night with him, dinner at Ichiraku include! The day hadn’t held much significance then, but, has he had grown older, wiser, mature, he always went back to that day, analyzing every minute of the few he spent at the Yamananka Flower shop…
Annoying as ever—though she had seemed far more of a pain nowadays, drunken stupors and normal blonde behavior—Ino Yamanaka had loudly called out to me, as to announce my presence. ‘Naruto, oh wow, what are you doing here? Of all places I’d expect someone like you—!’ Ino had said, a playful laugh ringing through her voice.
Funny: she had been so obvious, but, as always, I had accomplished being as hopeless as ever. A small gasp had then come from a corner of the small shop. I would have thought nothing of it then, but Hinata had come from behind a cornucopia of colorful bouquets with a very timid look, awkward and weird looking in the eyes of my prepubescent youth.
“Why don’t you help Naruto, Hinata?” Ino had inquired, ludicrously running her finger down her cheek, stopping at the corner of her grin.
Guess what my response had been to that. It would not take you more than three guesses, though, was I not known for my surprise factor?
“But, Hinata doesn’t work here—!” Of course, Hinata-chan did not work there. Even at that age, hadn’t all known of Hinata-chan’s prestige, her power in the village? She was the daughter of the noted Hyuuga clan head.
“Well, duh, idiot! But I’m too busy to help you—” And no, she had not busy, a quick glance around the little shop told me that.
I exploded, metaphorically, forcing out my pent up frustration out on Ino and, inadvertently, Hinata-chan. “No you’re not busy. I want your help—not Hinata’s—I need your help! I have to buy Sakura some flowers before I leave—”
Before Ino had had the opportunity to respond, my hurt Hinata-chan spoke, asking,
“You’re leaving, Naruto-kun? When?” Her voice had been delightfully shy and soprano, not in an overbearing manner.
“Naruto—you’re leaving?!” Ino had mimicked, having shoved around the rows of flowers in order to invade my personal space. “When?!”
In all honesty, do you think I liked her invading my space? No. Of course, I didn’t. I would have at fifteen, her hourglass figure and perky breasts galore, my gaze dropping down, far down—but, with Hinata as my own in the years to come, I’m glad I didn’t bother with the rest—the heaven-sent beau, oh how great Hinata had been in bed…
“Today…actually,” I answered. Wrenching away from Ino, I had turned to Hinata, grinning awkwardly. Her face had been so heart-wrenchingly distraught and thoughtful too, as though she was thinking hard.
Ignoring Ino’s boisterous outbreak of hysteria (we had gone close after a few missions together), and with my attention fully on Hinata, I noticed she was fighting back the urge of some sort. I would have never guessed then that she had wanted so badly to confess her love for me.
“Is that so…” she choked out, a silent beseech breaching her quivering lips. “Why are you leaving—?”
Oh, foolish little Naruto, I had acted like such an insensitive jerk. Facing her, my reaction had been to eye her curiously and answer indifferently. “Training, Hinata…”
Then, unexpected from Hinata-chan then, caught by surprise myself, Hinata-chan had done something so out of her element. She had hugged me.
“H-Hinata!” I had looked down, watching as she smothered her faced farther into her chest. Ino had gasped, and after a few seconds of silence had come the muffled voice of my goddess.
“Come back safe, Naruto-kun.”
It had completely confused me, my undeveloped mindset of love and things of the sort had the hardest time forgetting about that moment, keeping me in deep thought for a large part of my journey with Jiraiya to the middle of the Fire Country.
Before my departure, I had bought a bouquet of daisies for Sakura, in hope she would have accepted them, and two lilies for Hinata. My smile had never been so genuine; her joyous grin did that to me.
“One is my promise of safety,” I had stated, handing her the first. “The second… holds the promise of coming back and getting to know you better, Hinata. You are very interesting person. Weird, but interesting…”
She had been so cute, blushing cheeks and twinkling lavender eyes…
“You were one stupid kid, kit! How could you have liked that Haruno-girl so much—and not thought twice about your Hinata-hime, your goddess? She wasn’t that great anyway—that pink-haired girl…”
Incoherently, Naruto mumbled, “Don’t you think I know that…” and rolled his frame to face the open window in the room. Sun, what he wanted, shone through the thin white drapes. He always woke up to the sun, no matter how badly he wanted to sleep. Hinata-chan had always liked the sun and the way it had highlighted his features. He had been her Adonis—Hinata-chan had always had a different pet name for him every morning…
With a start, Naruto felt the comfortable mattress disappear from underneath him. It was much like falling, though the whole process scared the shit out of him, the fright waking him. His eyes opened wide and he frantically looked around.
Either the drowsiness of sleep on his body had pushed him to flop back onto his side or the pain of realizing her would never wake up to his Hinata-chan finally became to much to bear, but, he didn’t get up. Even though he knew hours had passed, the sun’s positioning now far past it’s norm noon stance, he lay, cradling his knees against his chest, on this carpeted floor.
It wasn’t until shadows began to linger and grow within his space when memory from last night’s dream revived, desiring Naruto’s mind to assess it. His mind had been violated, he had been violated. Mentally raped, he thought, shuddering from shock and sudden urge to jack off.
Never had Naruto expressed his feelings to the Kyuubi directly, however, the monster was part of him, so he must know everything, feel everything… experience everything he had while Hinata had been with him. He must still love her too, Naruto continued to muse, hoping frequent mentions of the fox would Houdini him back.
“…help you get your Hinata-hime back…” The fox had been shitting him, right? Was he just trying to fuck around with him, getting some sort of sick high from all the pain he caused his vessel?
But, it was worth a try—whatever it was the Kyuubi had in mind. It had been too late, Naruto had been whirled into another dream with his scantily clad goddess before he had had the chance to respond or even react.
“Fox…help me,” croaked Naruto, grasping his parched throat, pleading. “Tell me what you can do…”
Minutes passed before the blonde attempted speaking once again. This time, his voice was clearer, steadier. “Kyuubi—you, I’m talking to you,” Naruto’s demanding tone rose louder in volume.
Nothing. Not a single cough or chuckle in response. “Damn you! Show yourself! I need your help!” Growing angrier at the silence, Naruto became more animated, yelling and squirming about.
When he thought the Kyuubi would never respond, he fell back and hoped by feigning defeat, he could be granted with the Kyuubi’s presence. He inhaled, and held back tears forming around his cerulean orbs. “Please, you bastard… I just want my Hinata-hime back…”
“Oh, were you calling me? I was asleep, kit…” came a voice, booming in false lethargy. “Come with me—”
He fell once again, his vision darkening, no sooner had he found himself surrounded in a fire-lit abyss. A drop of water plopped upon his forehead and he jumped, standing in a crouch. Naruto screeched, “What do you know—? How can I get Hinata-hime back…!”
Out of the shadows emerged a man, the same man he had met with last night. It didn’t matter though, Naruto still managed to jump back defensively, afraid of attack. “Calm, kit, calm; you’re here for me, are you not?”
The possibilities were endless. One, the statuesque man before him could be an enemy, there only to attack his psyche, make him feel even worse than he already did. Two, like Sasuke had back when they were twelve, the man could have entered his mind via Kyuubi/jutsu combination—but that could not be it; he did not remember fighting anyone… Or three: the man before him—quite disgruntled but handsome when taking a better look—was the Kyuubi, the strong, powerful monster….
Naruto had to ask, “What are you?”
A thunderous Kyuubi-like guffaw erupted from the man. “Silly, boy, I am the Kyuubi…”
The blond’s eyes widened and the pale light surrounding him danced in an intoxicating fashion. He became dizzy mere moments later, feeling his weight shift uncomfortably and his body impact against the ground. Sure of this, whiplash would have proceeded quite nicely if not for his face imprinting upon the floor. Carefully, Naruto reached to caress his face, to assess the damage—
“No need, kit, here, you don’t bleed. Nor are you capable of injury,” the so-proclaimed Kyuubi stated, crossing his arms. There was something in the way he held himself that irked the blond. Not only was the man smirking but he also seemed to forget of his troubles. Despite him being completely nude, he too appeared malnourished, his face ghoul-like with sleep deprivation and his hands were covered is blood.
Hundreds (if so permitted to exaggerate in his point of shock) questions merged to existence, forging passages into Naruto’s mind. Having already thought his head in pain, a pain less imaginable seared into his skull, down his spine, through his legs, and out his toes. Arching his back in disgusted agony, he groaned and searched for the source of the continuous cackling.
“Stop your bellyaching, Naruto, you don’t feel any pain—”
Much more than a distraction, whoever was speaking to him hit a chord, stopping his writhing and groans. Naruto slumped onto the floor, his eyes trailing the cracks on the floor. He bit his lip, fighting back the sudden urge to scream and curse at the man feet away. But, what was his self-control for? Had he ever shown the Kyuubi such respect before…?
“Of course I feel pain, you bastard!” Naruto sat up, lost his balance and stretched his arms out in front of him. “I feel, I hurt, I have the whole shebang going for me…
“I’m a screw up whose girlfriend was killed because of him. I cannot even really tell anyone about it. It would not be safe. I cannot vent, I cannot stop thinking of her, and every time I may feel content about something, something or another finds ways to bring me down. I cannot think without thinking about her; I cannot sleep without falling into her waiting, disfigured dream-self, I cannot eat, or drink without tasting the foul stench of blood—
“I think I’m going insane…” Naruto ended in far worse state, head against the ground once again. The release of emotional current rushing through his tone had increased in volume and substance, growing in each word spoken. The blond stifled an uncouth laugh, a rather nasty snarl tinting his lips, as he raised his head to glare at the man. “But you wouldn’t care about any of that, now, would you? All you fucking live for his seeing me in misery, failing to keep you at bay, from getting the fucking control over this body. Isn’t that true, you fucking bastard?!”
Stronger than any man or creature alive, the Kyuubi-man openly laughed clearly unaware of the danger Naruto posed with such high levels of kill intent surging through his able body. To further exemplify his mighty confidence, the man took flight and (if possible) glided across the ground, stopping inches from the feral blond.
The man knelt down, curiously tilting his head down to peer at the blond’s face. The man chuckled once more. “You know, Naruto-kun, it’s been ages since you actually asked for my help. You realize that, right.
“I mean, last time…last time you asked for my…assistance… you were fighting Kabuto. And I remember that so well. We killed him good, kit—remember his face, how gruesomely violated it looked. Thanks to my divine powers… merged with your rasengan o’ course!” He paused, and sighed, shaking his head.
“Good times,” he stood, and barked a laugh. “But, kit, say something—you were the one wanting him dead! He had been our last obstacle to that sneaky Orochimaru! To Sasuke-kun!”
Naruto sat slumped, wincing at past memories of war.
“Now, I’m nothing more but pleased to see you’ve come to me for help with your lady problems. We can fix everything. Once I am done—oh, kit!—Once I work my magic… you won’t ever remember Hinata-hime being dead—”
“You son of a bitch!” Naruto shrieked, jumping to his unstable feet. He reached out for the man’s naked shoulders and dug his nails into his cold-as-ice flesh and bone. “Things will never be the same!”
“And why not?” the man asked, simply shaking Naruto off. A simple grimace of discomfort grazed his opaque face.
It took no more than five seconds for Naruto to consider telling the Kyuubi the truth or lie to his face. He was part of him, so, lying to him would not do any good, Naruto thought. “Because… when you love someone as much—devote your entirety their safety, happiness, and, dare I say, pleasure— as I did with Hinata-chan, there comes a time where nothing will ever be the same…”
“Stupid boy—are you under the impression that Hinata-chan will remain in her grave for much longer?” the man asked, a grin splattered across his face. “Sooner or later, we will accomplish the unthinkable.”
Unbelieving, Naruto slowly pushed himself to sit up straight. “And are you sure we can do it?”
There was a moment of silence in which Naruto began to silently discredit the Kyuubi and all his past successes.
Not a single tinge of guilt surfaced.
“If not us, who?”
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