Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ The Beautiful Breakdown ❯ Mysterious ( Chapter 5 )
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By: Leah Chae 
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama / Angst / Suspense / Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.15.2007 | Updated On: 10.15.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 356 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama / Angst / Suspense / Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.15.2007 | Updated On: 10.15.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 356 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto
YO! I’m sorry, I plan to have chapter 6 up by tomorrow. This has not been edited. You’ve been warned!
Chapter 5
The sky began to grow dark, brilliant colors cast on the horizon by the sinking sun. But with the night came the cold. Naruto looked into Hinata’s face, her body had gone into slight tremors in an attempt to generate heat into her frozen muscles. He laid a palm against her forehead, her skin was cool to the touch, almost deathlike. His chest became heavy with dread. “Ero-sensei, she’s even colder than before. What do we do?” His voice was quiet, it was hard to suppress the note of anxiety quivering in it.
Jiraiya glanced at the boy. Naruto’s young face was etched in worry, the way he tenderly clutched at the girl tugged on his heart strings. “The best way to warm her would be to use our body heat, take her out from under the blankets and hold her to you.”
Naruto nodded and did as he was told. Slowly he peeled the covers away from her. The cool wind whipping by must have shocked her awake.
Her eyes fluttered open, glazed, and pale searched around her, obviously unaware of where she was. She tipped her head back to peer into Naruto’s face. The cold sank into her skin to settle in her bones. The pain was excruciating, it ripped at her skip and tore its way into her core. “Naruto-kun…” She sobbed out, “…w-why is it so c-cold?”
Giving the girl an apologetic look, he eased her into the warmth of his body. “I’m sorry, Hinata-chan.”
Hinata didn’t even have the strength to be embarrassed anymore. She curled herself closer to Naruto’s body, enjoying the heat and feel of him next to her, she snuggled her head into the crook of his neck and clutched at his tank top. “W-what’s wrong w-with me?” Her teeth were clattering and it was hard to speak clearly.
“You’ve been poisoned, it’s ….” He swallowed forcing out what he needed to say, “It’s not good Hinata.” He wrapped his arms around the girl as Jiraiya draped the remaining blanket around them both, completely hiding Hinata from sight. He sat in front, facing the sun and away from them, diverting some of the harsh wind.
If the poison claimed her life right here, it’d be okay, she wouldn’t mind dieing like this. She nuzzled her nose into his neck, breathing him in. He smelled wild, like the scent on the wind. He smelled like… freedom. She smiled, her lips accidentally brushing into him on Gama Bunta’s next lunge. Her body weighed more then it should, trying to pull her into the oblivion, she fought it off, savoring precious moments in his arms.
A tiny thrill swept through Naruto at the feel of Hinata’s lips on his skin. He ground his teeth, willing the feeling away. She was tittering on the edge of death and the only thing currently on his mind was what her lips would feel like against his. He shook off the thoughts, pushing them into a far corner of his mind.
“Naruto?” Her voice was quite, only loud enough for him to here it, her breath on his skin. “If we don’t make it back, will you do something for me?”
She meant if she didn’t make it back. He slipped a hand into hers, he shifted so that he could look down into her eyes, they burned like the bottom of a flame, intent and determined. “No, because that’s not going to happen and I never go back on my words.”
Hinata couldn’t help herself, a tear slipped down her cheek and she moved to hide her face from him against his neck. “Okay, never mind.”
Naruto let the conversation die there, refusing to even think about the topic, instead he focused his energy on keeping her body temperature up. He ran his hands down her body, creating friction against their skin. He heard her sigh and felt her as she leaned even more heavily on him.
* * *
They’d spent approximately a day and a half in a dark, dry room sorting through decades of old documents and journals. They’d simply gone down the line, the third Hokage had presented a problem, his reign skipping and then resuming, they’d just managed to make it perfect before she’d lost her mind.
Sakura had been almost pleasantly surprised at Sai and his natural ability at problem solving though, she’d been trying to figure our a good simple system for the third Hokage’s odd circumstance for a good hour when he took the scroll out of her hand and smiled.
“Let’s do it this way,” he’d explained it and suddenly it made perfect sense. She leaned back, stretching aching muscles. She tipped her face to the side, letting her hair fall in disarray and grinned at him. “Thanks, Sai-kun! I don’t know why that didn’t occur to me earlier!”
Sai smiled pleasantly as he often did, “In training they taught us to create a simple plan for your problem, don’t over analyze and then execute it.”
“Why didn’t you tell me earlier that you’d found a way to organize it?”
Sai shrugged nonchalantly. “It’s cute when you get frustrated and I wanted to see if you could do it on your own.”
Sakura’s eyes widened, blushing she mumbled. “Thanks, I think. But that’s not what team work is about. You all work on the same problem and after you come up with an idea you share it to see if it’ll work.”
A sullen look passed over the young shinobi’s face. “Sempai told me the same thing, once.”
“What was your sempai like?”
Sai turned away from the light, obscuring his face in darkness. Obviously it was a subject the mysterious boy kept to himself.
Sakura walked over and laid a gentle hand on hiss forearm. “Ne, Sai-kun? If you ever need to talk you can always talk to me or Nauto, we’re your friends now.”
“Friends…?” He turned toward her, his face sporting a bright smile. “Thanks, Hag.”
The sound of skin hitting skin at high impact echoed through the room.
* * *
Bodies littered the floor, all whimpering in pain or unconscious. But everyone breathing.
“Still too soft to kill them I see, ne, Sasuke-kun?”
Sasuke lifted himself from his bent position, his breathing slightly labored. It had been a good venting session. “They are not my target.” He let his message float on the wind up to the “great snake god’s” ears.
“I see, saving you energy for your precious brother, are we?” His annoying cackle was heard throughout the large chamber. Damn, he was irritating.
Orochimaru, tonight I plan to dine on your corpse. He whipped his blade clean on a fallen ninja. He would half to wait for night fall. He knew Orochimaru’s strength was waning, he’d be at his weakest soon, tonight he’d strike. It was time this little charade ended.
YO! I’m sorry, I plan to have chapter 6 up by tomorrow. This has not been edited. You’ve been warned!
Chapter 5
The sky began to grow dark, brilliant colors cast on the horizon by the sinking sun. But with the night came the cold. Naruto looked into Hinata’s face, her body had gone into slight tremors in an attempt to generate heat into her frozen muscles. He laid a palm against her forehead, her skin was cool to the touch, almost deathlike. His chest became heavy with dread. “Ero-sensei, she’s even colder than before. What do we do?” His voice was quiet, it was hard to suppress the note of anxiety quivering in it.
Jiraiya glanced at the boy. Naruto’s young face was etched in worry, the way he tenderly clutched at the girl tugged on his heart strings. “The best way to warm her would be to use our body heat, take her out from under the blankets and hold her to you.”
Naruto nodded and did as he was told. Slowly he peeled the covers away from her. The cool wind whipping by must have shocked her awake.
Her eyes fluttered open, glazed, and pale searched around her, obviously unaware of where she was. She tipped her head back to peer into Naruto’s face. The cold sank into her skin to settle in her bones. The pain was excruciating, it ripped at her skip and tore its way into her core. “Naruto-kun…” She sobbed out, “…w-why is it so c-cold?”
Giving the girl an apologetic look, he eased her into the warmth of his body. “I’m sorry, Hinata-chan.”
Hinata didn’t even have the strength to be embarrassed anymore. She curled herself closer to Naruto’s body, enjoying the heat and feel of him next to her, she snuggled her head into the crook of his neck and clutched at his tank top. “W-what’s wrong w-with me?” Her teeth were clattering and it was hard to speak clearly.
“You’ve been poisoned, it’s ….” He swallowed forcing out what he needed to say, “It’s not good Hinata.” He wrapped his arms around the girl as Jiraiya draped the remaining blanket around them both, completely hiding Hinata from sight. He sat in front, facing the sun and away from them, diverting some of the harsh wind.
If the poison claimed her life right here, it’d be okay, she wouldn’t mind dieing like this. She nuzzled her nose into his neck, breathing him in. He smelled wild, like the scent on the wind. He smelled like… freedom. She smiled, her lips accidentally brushing into him on Gama Bunta’s next lunge. Her body weighed more then it should, trying to pull her into the oblivion, she fought it off, savoring precious moments in his arms.
A tiny thrill swept through Naruto at the feel of Hinata’s lips on his skin. He ground his teeth, willing the feeling away. She was tittering on the edge of death and the only thing currently on his mind was what her lips would feel like against his. He shook off the thoughts, pushing them into a far corner of his mind.
“Naruto?” Her voice was quite, only loud enough for him to here it, her breath on his skin. “If we don’t make it back, will you do something for me?”
She meant if she didn’t make it back. He slipped a hand into hers, he shifted so that he could look down into her eyes, they burned like the bottom of a flame, intent and determined. “No, because that’s not going to happen and I never go back on my words.”
Hinata couldn’t help herself, a tear slipped down her cheek and she moved to hide her face from him against his neck. “Okay, never mind.”
Naruto let the conversation die there, refusing to even think about the topic, instead he focused his energy on keeping her body temperature up. He ran his hands down her body, creating friction against their skin. He heard her sigh and felt her as she leaned even more heavily on him.
* * *
They’d spent approximately a day and a half in a dark, dry room sorting through decades of old documents and journals. They’d simply gone down the line, the third Hokage had presented a problem, his reign skipping and then resuming, they’d just managed to make it perfect before she’d lost her mind.
Sakura had been almost pleasantly surprised at Sai and his natural ability at problem solving though, she’d been trying to figure our a good simple system for the third Hokage’s odd circumstance for a good hour when he took the scroll out of her hand and smiled.
“Let’s do it this way,” he’d explained it and suddenly it made perfect sense. She leaned back, stretching aching muscles. She tipped her face to the side, letting her hair fall in disarray and grinned at him. “Thanks, Sai-kun! I don’t know why that didn’t occur to me earlier!”
Sai smiled pleasantly as he often did, “In training they taught us to create a simple plan for your problem, don’t over analyze and then execute it.”
“Why didn’t you tell me earlier that you’d found a way to organize it?”
Sai shrugged nonchalantly. “It’s cute when you get frustrated and I wanted to see if you could do it on your own.”
Sakura’s eyes widened, blushing she mumbled. “Thanks, I think. But that’s not what team work is about. You all work on the same problem and after you come up with an idea you share it to see if it’ll work.”
A sullen look passed over the young shinobi’s face. “Sempai told me the same thing, once.”
“What was your sempai like?”
Sai turned away from the light, obscuring his face in darkness. Obviously it was a subject the mysterious boy kept to himself.
Sakura walked over and laid a gentle hand on hiss forearm. “Ne, Sai-kun? If you ever need to talk you can always talk to me or Nauto, we’re your friends now.”
“Friends…?” He turned toward her, his face sporting a bright smile. “Thanks, Hag.”
The sound of skin hitting skin at high impact echoed through the room.
* * *
Bodies littered the floor, all whimpering in pain or unconscious. But everyone breathing.
“Still too soft to kill them I see, ne, Sasuke-kun?”
Sasuke lifted himself from his bent position, his breathing slightly labored. It had been a good venting session. “They are not my target.” He let his message float on the wind up to the “great snake god’s” ears.
“I see, saving you energy for your precious brother, are we?” His annoying cackle was heard throughout the large chamber. Damn, he was irritating.
Orochimaru, tonight I plan to dine on your corpse. He whipped his blade clean on a fallen ninja. He would half to wait for night fall. He knew Orochimaru’s strength was waning, he’d be at his weakest soon, tonight he’d strike. It was time this little charade ended.