Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Healing ❯ Healing ( One-Shot )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

The sake bottle hung limply in his fingertips as he sat on his couch in the dark. One wouldn’t expect him to be a drinker, especially at such a young age, but he didn’t really care; he’d just finished fighting a war that cost him more friends than he could imagine. He already ate about five bowls of ramen, but the heavy feeling in his stomach wasn’t from indigestion.
Every time he closed his eyes he saw their faces. Especially Neji’s; the genius’s noble sacrifice was fresh in his mind and he couldn’t get it out. His final words echoed in his mind repeatedly, and he could feel his friend’s blood on his skin. His whole body trembled with the extreme stress that shuddered through his body and mind.

Hence the sake.

He almost didn’t hear the tentative tapping at the door to his apartment.  But thanks to his sharper than average hearing (thanks to Kurama- who was thankfully being silent during his mourning) he contemplated the pros and cons of actually standing up and walking the distance to his door. When the person at the door knocked a second time, this time a little louder, he huffed and dragged his feet over to the door.

He didn’t expect to see her on his doorstep, her arms wrapped around her middle and her hair hanging limp around her face. There were circles under her eyes that looked darker than black against her pale skin. Her opal eyes were turned down to his feet, but then glanced up filled with the agony he felt.

“I-I’m sorry for bothering you…” she choked out at barely a whisper, “I… I couldn’t go home… I-I”

He reached out and took up her tiny hand (was her skin always this soft?) and pulled her in before she could say another word. Her breath caught in her throat as he drew her into a suffocating hug, one she was all too willing to return in full. Her shoulders trembled as tears she did not know she had left fell from her eyes and dampened his black t-shirt. Naruto’s trembling matched her own as he pressed her up against the door. He dropped his sake bottle as his arms wrapped around her so one hand rested on the back of her head, the other on her waist. He buried his face into her hair, and he smelled the lavender soap she’d used to scrub the blood from her body. She was warm, and soft, and alive.

After a moment of holding each other he moved back and cleared his throat from the tears he refused to let fall, “Do you want anything to drink?”

She drew in a shuddering breath, and wiped her nose, “I-I don’t really drink.” She said, looking down at the sake bottle which hadn’t soaked the floor much seeing as it was almost empty.

Naruto rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, “I meant like tea or something.”

Eyes still filled with pain, she smiled weakly and nodded before accompanying him to the kitchen. She refused to let him work alone; she grabbed the single bag of loose leaf tea he had while he put a kettle on the stove. While waiting for the water to boil she leaned against him, still trembling with grief. He wrapped one arm around her shoulder and together they built the strength to remain standing.

It didn’t take long for the water to boil, and Hinata moved forward to add a few scoops of tea leaves into the strainer while Naruto grabbed two cups. She followed him into his living room and filled their cups when he set them on the table. She followed his example when he sat on the couch, but instead of plastering herself to him she faced him with their knees touching.

“I…” Naruto’s breath hitched when he saw her pull out the headband and his heart jumped into his throat, “I um, I think he would have wanted you to have this.”

“Hina-“he couldn’t finish his sentence so he tried again, “I-I can’t.”

She grabbed one of his hands and pressed the piece of metal and cloth into his palm, “Please. You helped ch-change him. Y-You deserve a way to remember him. A-And-“tears welled in the young ninja’s eyes and she bit he lip to stop them from falling.

Naruto reached up with his free hand and cupped the Hyuuga’s cheek as the tears he’d been fighting since the “end” of the war started to fall unwillingly from his eyes.

“I’m sorry.” He choked out, and Hinata’s head snapped up, looking at him in surprised.

“What are you sorry?” she asked shakily.

“I couldn’t save him. I should have been able to protect your cousin. I should have been able to protect everyone. It’s my job, and I failed him… I-I failed you.” He said, his voice tense with grief he stilled refused to let out.

Hinata shook her head firmly, “Neji-ni-san died to protect you and to protect me. He knew that, and he willing gave his life to save us. I know he feels no regret.”

Sapphire eyes screwed shut, letting a few more tears cascade down marked cheeks as he shook his head. Hinata freed her hand from his as she shifted so she knelt on her couch and cupped both cheeks similar to how he had with one hand. He let one eye crack open before letting both drift open to take in the pale’s woman intense gaze. Her opal, pupil-less eyes pierced his own despite the tears dripping down and off her chin.

“Don’t be sorry,” she pleaded, “P-Please. This wasn’t your fault. This was Obito. Not you. It never was and never will be your fault.”

Naruto found himself really looking at the ninja kneeling in front of him. He knew that despite what she was saying, the grief Hinata was feeling over the death of her cousin- whom she’d finally been able to connect with- was threatening to cause her to break down. But for him she strove to assure his lack of wrongdoing, and he felt something stir deep down in his heart.

“Hinata…” he whispered, before drawing her into his arms once more. Fiercely he pressed her to him; desperate to feel her life against his skin, all while whispering apologizes in her ear.

Once more the dam broke and Hinata sank into his warmth, this time clinging to him as frantically as he. Her shoulders shook with violent sobs as she finally released her anguish and heartache at the loss of her cousin. Naruto leaned back against the arm of the couch until they were nearly lying down with Hinata on top of them so that they could cry together.
So they could grieve together.

Neither of them knew how long the clung to each other. It could have been minutes, hours, days, but they didn’t care. All Naruto cared about was the violet hair beauty currently curled on top of him, and all Hinata cared about was the sapphire eyed savior underneath her.

She wasn’t sure who initiated the kiss, but all Hinata knew was one minute they were taking comfort in each other's presence and the next they were comforting each other in a completely different way. He tasted like sake and ramen, an odd combination but it lit a fire in her that she had never felt before. Although the kiss began tentatively- the mere pressing of lips together- Hinata felt a rush of adrenaline and opened her mouth to explore the man whom she had loved for all these years. She didn’t know if his reactions to the kiss were fueled by grief, but for once Hinata was willing to take the risk.

Naruto knew this probably wasn’t a good idea; he knew that at one point she’d admitted to loving him and kissing her on his couch when they were both vulnerable seemed like a poor move. He almost stopped out of guilt for taking advantage of her, but when her fingers clenched into the fabric of his shirt and her mouth opened with a sigh, he felt his blood race and a sensation jolted down his spine. Without a second thought he pulled the raven haired woman up to kiss her again.

She knew that he was a naturally dominant person so when he took over the kiss, Hinata didn’t mind. In fact it caused her skin to flush and a small moan came out of her mouth but was kissed away by her blonde suitor. After a few moments of ravishing her mouth and exploring every nook and cranny, he moved to her neck. Breathy moans echoed through his room as he kissed the skin with mildly capped lips before sinking his teeth into her flesh hard enough to cause her to cry out in pleasure, but light enough to keep her perfectly smooth alabaster skin unbroken.

Their kisses were laced with pain and mourning; this was not a happy or joyful time. Countless lives had been sacrificed to protect the common man, and the ones who survived were only teenagers in the prime of their youth. In another world Hinata could have been a simple teacher or caretaker living a peaceful life. Instead she watched the life drain from her cousin’s eyes. She took comfort in the man she’d loved since their childhood; he helped dry her tears.

The kiss shifted when she wriggled against him, looping her arms around his neck. All of a sudden a new feeling rushed through Naruto, the likes he’d never felt before. The sensation pooled in his lower belly, and he felt the heat and another certain body part rise.

Feeling emboldened by this rush, his hands slipped towards her front to grasp the zipper to her loose sweatshirt and ripped it down. Hinata gasped into his mouth as she realized that Naruto was seeking a new kind of comfort… and she didn’t mind.
Frantically pulling off her sweatshirt he ran his hands down her body, covered by a thin lavender tank top. She was tiny, but under her soft skin rippled toned muscles crafted through training and battle. Tiny whimpers encouraged his exploration as his hands finally came to her chest. Plump and heavy, her breasts heaved with the effort it took for her to breath between kisses. But Naruto was becoming a little more interested in her chest than in her lips, so he trailed his lips down the column of her neck before nipping at her collarbone. She squeaked in pleasure at the action, which encouraged him to kiss and lick down her cleavage. Hinata’s face flushed with both embarrassment and pleasure as he pulled the flimsy cloth over her head before closing his mouth around one nipple, and tweaking the other one with his fingers. His spare hand helped push themselves up so that both were sitting up again with Hinata straddling his growing erection.

“N-Naruto-kun!” Hinata cried out sharply, throwing her head back while cupping Naruto’s head to hold him to her. She bit her lip to hide her moans as the jinchûriki licked and suckled. A growing wetness between her legs caused her to shake and rest more firmly against the growing protrusion between Naruto’s legs. She rubbed against him and suddenly she couldn’t stop herself from crying out as her grinding caused fireworks to erupt behind her eyelids. Between Naruto’s actions and her own she was becoming a quivering mass of pleasure.

Heat raced through Naruto’s veins as he scented her arousal, and instincts took over. With unnatural strength he ripped her pants before reaching to open his own to release his erection into the air. Hinata panted, her eyes hazed as she watched the intensity in his eyes.

“Hinata.” He groaned at her appearance, grabbing her by the back of the head to smash his lips against her. One hand pressed down on her hips so she ground against him, no longer impeded by clothing. He groaned and she squealed at the sensations. Driven by curiosity and lust her he let one hand drift between her legs and touch her, causing her to scream. He muffled the sound with his mouth.

Grasping his erection he pressed against Hinata’s tight opening, panting at her slickness. He pulled back long enough to look her in the eye.

Hinata could see the pain lingering in his sapphire gaze, mixed with the lust. She knew that what was coming was not the smartest idea; she had no idea if he was just using her to relieve his guilt. But despite this she couldn’t stop herself from pressing herself down against him. She loved him, and she needed to help heal him.

She needed to heal his heart.

When he saw no fear, he pulled her down to impale her on his cock, crying out in pleasure while she cried out in pain. He should have known she’d be a virgin; he was too.

The stretching and the tearing of her hymen caused hot tears to run down her face, but Hinata could not bring herself to blame Naruto. She wanted this, and the pain assured her of the life that she still managed to possess while so many had lost theirs.
From the outside, there was nothing beautiful about their actions. For them this was healing at its simplest; they craved each other’s touch. Hinata whimpered in mild discomfort while Naruto awkwardly moved beneath her whiling while using his strength to slam her down on top of him. He didn’t last long, only a few moments of thrusting while holding her tight to his chest. His fingers tangled in her hair and he kissed her as his orgasm shuddered through his body and into hers. Hinata was used to pain, she has looked death in the eye, and the discomfort that she felt was nothing compared to the intense emotion and love she felt for the blonde buried inside her.

Quivering with the after-effects of his orgasm, he panted heavily, nestling his face between her breasts while wrapping his arms around her. It wasn’t long before Hinata realized his shaking was no long from pleasure, but from shame.

“Naruto-“

“I’m sorry!” he gasped, “I hurt you! I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have touched you-“

Carefully she tilted his head up and cut off his panicked rambling with a soft kiss that caused him to stop and just feel her.

“I didn’t participate in anything I didn’t want to.” She whispered, kissing his forehead, “I love you.”

“Hinata-“she covered his lips with one finger.

“Don’t say anything. Please. Just… hold me.” She trembled lightly, resting her forehead against his shoulder.

So he held her. Shifting her so he could pull out, he scooped her up and brought her into his bedroom. Pulling back the covers he helped her in before moving off to the bathroom. For a moment Hinata feared he was leaving, but he returned after a few moments with a damp towel.

“Y-You’re bleeding.” He said, his voice laced with shame.

She accepted his offering, taking a few seconds to clean herself up. Then she held out her hand again. Naruto gave her a small smile, before crawling in with her.

“It’s okay.” She whispered, and he breathed a sigh of relief before pulling her to him. Her body was soft and warm, and her scent relaxed his body to the point where his trembling stopped.

“Hinata… Thank you.” He said shakily, burying his face into her shoulder, “Thank you.”

She laced her fingers with his, pressing herself against his body, “You’re welcome.”

Neither of them were healed yet, but the process had begun.