Chapter 7: Home Sweet Home
It was dark by the time Hinata approached the Hyuuga compound.
She had sat atop the Hokage monument for a while. Alone. Scared. She couldn't put an exact word to her mood, except maybe…
Uncertain.
So it had taken her some time. Nobody ever accused Hinata Hyuuga of being brave. And now that the sun was down she had forced her body to move, eager to slip quietly into her room and buy more time to herself.
It wasn't meant to be.
"Where have you been?"
The voice caught her the moment she passed the front gate. Hinata stopped, stiff, before forcing her body to relax.
"Hello, Sister," she said.
Hanabi Hyuuga tilted her head. She wore the same gold-and-red robes she always did, and her lavender pupils were nearly devoid of expression… but 'nearly' wasn't 'completely'. Hinata was sure she spotted annoyance in them.
"I am the heiress to the clan," Hanabi said. "The main family's future. You should address me more formally."
Hinata's finger twitched. Any other time it would've been easy to humor the girl, even when Hanabi was in a mood like this one. But why tonight, of all nights?
"What would you prefer?"
"Heiress," Hanabi declared. "That should do."
"Very well, Heiress. I am honored you waited for me. I am, however, very tired. So if you would excuse me…"
Hinata tried to escape down the hall. Hanabi would not excuse her. In a few deft steps, the smaller girl placed herself in Hinata's path.
"You haven't answered my question," she said.
"I met Naruto Namikaze and deepened our relationship."
"And snuck back after dark." Hanabi sneered. "Exactly what 'relationships' were you 'deepening'? You're not even married yet. Is there no end to the shame you want to bring this family?"
Hinata twitched. Hanabi was too close. Her sister was leaning forward— what if she glanced up? What if, somehow, she realized there was nothing beneath Hinata's headband now?
And yet, the only thing she could find to say was, "Why do you care?"
It was unlike her sister. Hanabi recoiled as if struck.
"You're not capable of this job!" Hanabi said. "Tell Father that you won't do it. Cancel the betrothal, before you completely ruin our reputation."
"That is not up to me," Hinata said.
"You're not the right person."
"Yet I'm the one Father chose. I will not question his judgment, even if you do."
"Do as I say!"
"I will do as the Clan Leader told me, Heiress."
Hanabi's eyes flared. Too late Hinata caught herself, realizing she had said too much. Damn her emotions— she watched the shock in her sister's eyes turn to anger, turn to scorn. Hanabi's fingers rose.
Her pointer and middle fingers extended straight up while the rest formed a half fist. She was trying to activate the seal. Hinata flinched on reflex, but not for the reason Hanabi expected.
Not now! The fear that gripped Hinata was even worse than the pain from the Curse Seal would've been. A million plans raced through her head, desperate things more hopeful than practical. She'd have to drop to the floor and scream. Maybe, if she did it well enough, Hanabi wouldn't notice.
Yeah, right. As if she could fool a Hyuuga with body language.
She still planned to follow through. The hand seal was nearly complete. Hinata's legs weakened, ready to give out. A soft breeze blew through the courtyard.
Two fingers jammed themselves between Hanabi's, disrupting her seal. One moment the sisters were alone, the next a boy was there, looming above Hanabi.
"These are rare times," he said. "For once, Fate does not smile upon you, Heiress."
Neji Hyuuga's hair was almost as long as Hanabi's. He was much taller than either of the girls. Hinata hadn't seen him arrive. She hadn't seen him move. These days, that was only normal when it came to the branch Hyuuga.
"I'm disappointed," said a man's voice.
Hinata was bowing before Hanabi had twisted around. When the heiress saw who was behind her, she bowed too. Hiashi merely stared sternly at her. Then his eyes slid away.
"Did it go well?" he asked.
Hinata barely kept her face neutral. He swept in just in the nick of time, and he even spoke to her first? Was this really her father?
"While Naruto Namikaze was pulled away by important business, he nonetheless enjoyed our time together." It wasn't a lie. Naruto just tended to enjoy most times, with her or not. "Our arrangement is still in place. I will be seeing him again in a day-and-a-half's time."
She left out the fact that she would be demanding he undo what he did to her… along, of course, with the details of what he had done in the first place. Hinata wasn't sure her father would believe her if she told him, even if she revealed her blank forehead. She wouldn't have believed a boy in his twenties could counter the Hyuuga's ironclad creation either, if it hadn't been forcibly demonstrated on her.
"Well done," Hiashi said.
"I work for the clan."
"And you work well," he said, kindly ignoring the way Hinata gasped. "You are tired. Neji will escort you to your quarters."
Hinata offered a formal bow. She walked quickly past her sister, who didn't look at her once. Neji pulled his fingers away from Hanabi's.
"Goodnight, Heiress," he said. "I'm sure Fate will smile upon you again come tomorrow."
He swept away after Hinata. Only once did Hinata allow herself to look back. All she saw was her father's back, Hanabi's eyes fixed firmly on the ground and her arms stiff at her sides, yet even that revealed quite a lot.
Hinata and Neji walked side-by-side through the Hyuuga compound. Her steps drew quiet groans from the wood floor. His were silent.
"What is he like?" Neji asked without warning.
"Who?"
"The Hokage's son, of course." There was a gleam in her cousin's stoic eyes. "The child of the Yellow Flash and Kushina Uzumaki. Fate herself must have paved his path to greatness."
Hinata watched her cousin's face. There was no hint of emotion, but she was certain he was eager to hear what she had to say. To be honest, she pitied the man's fixation on fate. She was sure he hated it himself, but in order to cope with his life he had wrapped himself in these ideas like a blanket, just to assure himself the blame wasn't his own.
Some of it was, some of it wasn't. To be born in the branch house was out of his control. Losing his father was twisted and, if it could be traced to anyone, Hinata's own fault. But he became so hung up on the bad in his life that he rejected anything good. Pushing away Tenten was all the proof Hinata needed of that.
"Naruto is very accomplished," she said. "He demonstrates abilities I never dreamed were possible."
"As expected," Neji said. "He is different from the likes of us."
"He certainly is…" Hinata mumbled.
"You should be proud that Fate has led you to him. Go as far from these halls as you can reach. It is the best you can hope for in life."
It sounded almost like an insult, and in another's mouth it might've been. But Hinata knew her cousin well. He wasn't insulting her lack of talent, merely acknowledging it. He'd lost any ill-will he held toward her long ago. After all, she was the same as his father: the unlucky sibling, shoved aside and sealed so the heir could rule confidently.
"I appreciate your words," Hinata said.
She just couldn't help but wonder what he'd say if he knew the truth, that she was free now of the inkblot that had crushed his whole life under its weight.
Oblivious, Neji nodded. "There is something else you should know," he said. "A diplomatic delegation will be arriving in the village tomorrow. From Kumo."
Hinata's blood turned cold. For a moment, she even forgot her lack of seal.
"Father was notified for obvious reasons," Neji continued. "He saw no reason to inform you himself, but he did not forbid others from doing so. I believe you have a right to know. That village is part of your fate."
"Surely they would not try something again," Hinata said.
"Who knows? Certainly not you or I. We must simply retain composure and face our fates. Nothing else is possible."
The door to Hinata's room came into sight ahead of them. She nearly sagged with relief, having pushed herself far too much this evening already, but she held back. Neji was still speaking.
"For you," he said, "this marriage was Fate's gift. It will make up for your utter lack of talent, just the same as my seal serves as a shackle to my genius. Be happy— but do not let down your guard."
Hinata inclined her head. "I will remember your words, Cousin."
She moved quickly and slipped inside her room, leaving Neji to return to her father or whatever else he did.
She would remember his words, but believing them was another matter. For all his skill with the Gentle Fist, the rest of the boy was no genius. His grand ideas were nothing more than a way to compensate for his unhappy life. Hinata did not begrudge him making excuses…
But that didn't mean she would make them for herself.
She sighed in a way very unbecoming for a Hyuuga as she walked across her room. She was back, and had just barely kept her new secret from being discovered. She dropped face-first onto her bed.
The sheets smelled the same as ever, full of vaguely flowery scents. Her thoughts were loud despite how tired she felt. Her conversations with Naruto, Hanabi and Neji repeated in her head. Against her will, she picked apart things they'd said, things she'd said, as hidden meanings and embarrassing moments swirled to the forefront.
She turned her head to the side. One eye peaked up over her sheets, looking at the table beside her bed… and the book on top of it.
Hinata pushed her body up. She couldn't sleep like this, and letting her thoughts run rampant wasn't going to help her calm down anytime soon. What she needed was a distraction. She reached for the book, pulling its cover open and flitting through the pages.
There were so many names she knew, even if half of them she couldn't conjure a face for. The sheer volume of entries was almost as impressive as the seal work itself. This time, though, Hinata avoided every name she thought she knew. She wanted to turn her brain off and feel something, not see her coworkers in a completely new light.
She found what she was looking for near the middle. Samui was the name. Unless Hinata was mistaken, it wasn't one from any clan in Konoha.
As soon as the book activated, she knew she'd been right. Hinata would definitely remember this girl if she'd run into her even once.
Naruto had his back pinned to a wall. This time, he was completely naked from the very beginning of the replay. Between his legs a blond woman worked at a methodical pace.
For the briefest of moments, Hinata thought she was looking at a younger Tsunade. But this was no Sannin. Her hair was a brighter yellow, her eyes were blue instead of brown, and her enormous bust was still a size smaller than Tsunade's— although it was enough to wrap Naruto's whole cock in a meaty embrace.
The blond stranger — Samui, according to the book — was nearly as naked as Naruto, wearing nothing but a thong that sank between the cheeks of her shapely ass. She had a somewhat stocky build that didn't curve much at the hips, but that hardly mattered when you had a chest the size of hers.
Her hands pressed the sides of her bust, keeping their constriction tight. She wasn't moving all that fast, sliding her breasts up and down Naruto's length at a consistent speed. When the head of his cock peaked out of her cleavage, she would duck her head and suck softly at it. Naruto groaned.
"That's the good stuff!" he said, grinning with his eyes shut. "Do you know how hard it is to find girls who can pull this off?"
Samui dragged her head up, regarding Naruto coolly. "It's your fault carrying an enormous horse cock everywhere you go."
"I guess so. But I bet you'll be glad I have it when we really get started."
Samui continued grinding her breasts against him. "Perhaps."
Hinata rose from her bed. She shed her clothes, folding them carefully as if she were back in the Den. It only seemed right to get in the mood.
As she approached the couple, she caught the way Naruto's face was twisting. Despite how casual he was acting, keeping his composure was a challenge. Samui was relentless. Like a long-distance runner, she kept to her pace, building pleasure steadily.
"Hey, do you care a lot about your hair?" Naruto suddenly asked in a strained voice.
Samui dragged her tongue across the slit of his cock.
"Not particularly," she said. "I cut it this way for convenience on missions."
"Oh. That's a relief."
With no further warning, Naruto erupted.
Hinata watched as globs of semen painted Samui. Some hit her tits, at least one wad shot straight into her mouth, and over half her face was quickly glazed. Most of all, though, it mixed into her hair in a way Hinata was certain would be a nightmare to wash out.
The entire orgasm was so over the top and drawn out that it lasted nearly ten seconds. Samui seemed stunned, her loose hands letting her breasts flop back down her chest.
"Kami," Naruto said, "that was the best one I've had in forever! You're great!"
It took Samui a long time to respond. In the meantime, Hinata dropped to her knees beside them, studying the 'decorations' all over the gorgeous blond in as much detail as she could drink up.
Finally, Samui sighed. "I hope you continue to be so eager through the rest of the night."
Naruto snapped off a salute. "You know it!"
"Acceptable, I suppose."
Samui grabbed him by the wrist, pulling him past her to the floor. The fact that Naruto moved, sprawling where she wanted him to, was a sign that this was a kunoichi, no mere civilian. That, or Naruto just knew how to please his partner.
Samui straddled him. She gripped his cock with one hand, turning it back and forth and studying its dimensions.
"I stay on top," she declared. "It will be better for both of us that way."
"With that confidence, I've got to see what you can do," Naruto said.
Hinata's fingers pressed against her pussy as she watched Samui position her hips above Naruto. The blond woman's fingers found the sides of her thong and snapped them effortlessly with a brief burst of chakra. Hinata had her confirmation about the woman's shinobi status, but that was the last thing she was paying attention to. Her fingers tensed as she watched Samui. The exact moment the blond dropped her weight down, Hinata finally buried her fingers in herself, syncing the penetrations.
Hinata chewed her lip, ready to ride the arousal from the show all the way to her own climax. She waited for Samui to push her hips to their limits. She waited to watch Naruto's cock do its dirty work. She waited for the cries and claps of two lovers coming together.
And waited, and waited some more…
Samui's eyes had widened. Her bottom lip was trembling. Halfway down Naruto's shaft her hips stopped, and she slid back to the top.
"You, uh, missed a little," Naruto said.
That was nicer than Hinata.
"What was that?" she hissed angrily. "You're ruining the best part!"
Samui took a deep breath that bounced her incredible chest. If only her skills were as nice as her body, Hinata groused. How do you climb on top that confidently only to screw up like this?"
Samui dropped again, this time sinking a half-inch lower.
"Ah!" the calm girl cried aloud, her head tilting toward the ceiling.
Naruto opened his mouth, only to change his mind and shut it a moment later.
Samui bounced her hips, never sinking much further than halfway down the cock beneath her. Hinata's fingers worked ferociously, but it was no use. Tepid sex like this could never get her excited. This was nothing like the scene with Kurenai.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Samui moaned sharply in an otherwise-silent room. At least somebody was feeling something. But unlike when he'd been under the mercy of Samui's chest, Naruto's face was expressionless. Hinata could see it in his eyes. As the seconds ticked by, he was growing restless.
"Are you warming up or something?" he asked.
It was like Samui couldn't hear him. She was lost in her own world, riding high on the pleasure of half her lover's cock.
Hinata stood up. She felt like growling as she stomped across the room. Just her luck to get a dud on a night like tonight. Why had Naruto even recorded this? She'd try a different page, and see if the luck was any better.
Just as she lifted the book, she heard a voice say, "Yeah, this isn't going to work."
By the time she turned around, Samui was on the floor. From all her talk, Hinata would've expected her to take offense, and she might've… if she'd been in a state to object about anything. From the look on her face, she had already orgasmed at least once during the one-sided sex.
Naruto loomed above the kunoichi on all fours. His cock, still inside her, was aimed straight down. Naruto slammed his hips to the floor. Samui's legs shot straight up on either side of his body as the full length she hadn't been able to take impaled her to her core, a deafening THWAP! filling the room.
Somewhere in that was the sound of Samui's mind breaking. Hinata watched it happen. The blond's tongue lolled out of her mouth as her eyes rolled up and toward each other. Her whole body shook, including her glorious chest. She screamed as if struck. For a brief second, Hinata could've sworn her pupils turned heart-shaped.
Hinata herself dropped onto the bed. The book slipped from her fingers, forgotten. She rammed her fingers inside of herself— and this time, their touch made her quiver.
"Oh Kami!" Samui screamed. "Oh my— ahhhhhhh!"
Her cool exterior shattered faster than glass under one of Tsunade's punches. Something in that change made Hinata's heart flutter.
"This is much better!" Naruto declared, demolishing her with a smile on his face. "Isn't that right?"
"Break me in two!"
"I'm preeetty sure that's a yes."
Hinata slid off the bed onto her knees. She crawled toward the couple, wanting to get closer but unwilling to stop her fingers. Samui's eyes rolled even further into her skull. Her breasts lolled toward her face, and she quickly bit one, teeth working at her own nipple as she tried to steady herself and weather the pleasure.
Naruto dropped his own face, biting into her other breast so that no nipple was left behind. Hinata had crawled most of the way to them now. She could see it in so much more detail— the goosebumps creeping out along Samui's exposed skin, the splattering of clear drops that hit the inside of Samui's thighs each time Naruto stretched her open, and even the way her hands were flat to the floor, fingers paralyzed by pure pleasure.
It was all too much. The hand supporting Hinata's upper body gave out, her head thudding against the floor. Coincidentally, it landed directly next to Samui's. She could hear everything, from the woman's teeth grinding against her own skin to the brutal beat of her rampant heart.
Hinata lay there, cheek to the floor and ass raised, and used the accidental position to dig into herself with both hands. Even all her fingers together combined paled in comparison to Naruto's girth. Samui pulled her lips away from her breast to cry out. Hinata moaned herself, just barely tamping down on the full scream that threatened to burst from her. Naruto was smiling, his teeth still on Samui. Her jerked his head up like a beast tearing flesh off a fresh kill, pulling Samui's breast taught.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" Samui screamed.
"Uhhhhhhhn," Hinata moaned into the floor.
"Haha!" Naruto laughed.
His hips flattened Samui's one final time. They didn't pull up again, not even to pull out. Hinata watched his balls contract, staring at the way the rough skin moved and tightened. Cum dribbled out, leaking around his cock and running down Samui.
And the foreign shinobi? She was already unconscious, tongue hanging free to the end.