Be a Dragon: Mindless Fun (ch.6) (Patreon)

“It looks very nice on you, Nero,” Hinata said like a broken record with a pleasant smile on her face as I walked out of the changing room wearing a dark red long sleeve with a few buttons at the collar that were left open to form a V-neck. My pants were black, form-fitting but not to the point they could be called skinny jeans. Mostly because I needed the ball room. They flowed down to a pair of boots that I liked the look of. I usually avoided dark clothes for the most part because they reminded me too much of the years where puberty hit me in the face with a brick and everything was 'no one understands me' and torn between sad and angry all the time. But, surprisingly, the light pink hair balanced things out nicely.

I quirked an eyebrow, pushing up my sleeves so that they rested below the elbow. “You’ve said that for the past three outfits,” I pointed out in a teasing tone. “If you’re not careful, I’ll end up buying everything in the store.”

Hinata wore a new white hoodie that was an odd blend of loose and form-fitting -- it was form-fitting around her sizable bust and loose everywhere else. Her pants were much the same way, though they didn’t make it down to her ankles while she wore a pair of saddle shoes. A simple outfit that somehow costs about three hundred bucks. I knew I was going to be throwing money away, and even if I didn’t earn it, it still hurt knowing I was spending so much on brand name stuff. 

“You wouldn’t do that,” Hinata responded, and I was glad she felt comfortable enough with me to banter back with me. 

“If you said I’d look good in it, then I’d buy it in a heartbeat. Guys are pretty weak to compliments, especially from a pretty girl.” Predictably, Hinata flushed at the compliment. I probably got too much enjoyment out of seeing it than I should, but now that we were beyond the emotional breakdowns and distrust, I thought we got along fairly well. 

“A compliment isn't worth spending so much money,” Hinata said, though, based on her tone, it sounded like she didn’t completely believe that. 

“Maybe not, but that’s never stopped anyone before,” I responded with a challenging smirk. “Guys don’t really get compliments often, so we remember every single one that we get. Not only will I buy everything that you say looks nice on me, but I’ll actually wear it too. So, unless you want me looking like a clown, please tell me if I actually do look good or not.”

A small smile played at the edges of Hinata’s lips, “but you really do, ah, look good in that, Nero.” She insisted before her blush darkened a fraction, “I also recall you complimenting me with every outfit I wore,” she pointed out. 

“I did,” I confirmed with a nod, “because you looked great in everything you wore.” She was overly fond of loose clothing, so the entire thing hadn’t gone exactly how I imagined it, but it was surprisingly enjoyable. It never got boring like I typically thought of aimless shopping, and, after some initial awkwardness, Hinata seemed to enjoy herself. 

I liked that a lot more than her breaking down crying like she had only a few hours earlier. All of that was still lurking beneath the surface, there was no way she got over what happened to her that easily, but I was glad that she was enjoying a distraction from it. 

Hinata’s smile grew at the compliment, though she didn’t respond. She likely figured out I was going to hit her with another if she kept the banter going with me. 

“Well, I think I’m set,” I said, deciding to leave my new one on. Looking like a trust fund child that played golf on the weekends was a nice change in pace, but I infinitely preferred my own sense of style. Hinata nodded, starting to turn around, only to pause when her eyes landed on a jacket rack. Not for the first time either. 

“Nero-s-,” Hinata started, catching herself. “Nero, I think the jacket would be a good choice,” she spoke up, grabbing a leather jacket that looked like it would fit me. “It would offer some protective properties and…” She flashed me a dangerous smile that did horrible things to my heart, “I think you would look nice in it?”

“Sold,” I answered simply, shrugging the jacket on. It was a surprisingly nice fit. Checking myself in the mirror, I saw that she was right. The black leather was soft, and it didn’t make those weird crinkling noises that cheap leather made. It made me look like I was a tough guy with my height and build. Wait, I was a tough guy! I’m a dragon! Against my better judgment, I glanced down at the price tag-

Oof. 

“Is there something wrong with it?” Hinata asked, her voice uncertain as her expression became one of concern. 

“Oh, no, nothing like that,” I lied through my teeth before I scooped up my new outfits. The pile was a lot bigger than I was expecting when I came to this clothing store. I guess pink hair complimented everything. “Let’s go check out,” I said, making my way to the cashier, who lifelessly stared ahead right up until I approached. 

Her gaze raked over me, then they drifted over to Hinata, her arms full of bags, then the cashier fought off a scowl with only marginal success. It only took her a moment to scan everything out, and the total was…

Oof. 

I’m rich and that number hurt me. That number hurt my soul. If Kitten decided that I owed her what I took, then I was so deep in debt that I couldn’t see the sun.

My arms were filled with bags as we walked out of the store, my wallet significantly lighter. Though it was still absolutely flushed with cash, I preferred having a wallet full to the point it felt like I was sitting on a mountain when I wasn’t on my feet. With the bags in my arms, it was a struggle to make sure that my umbrella-covered me so the rain that fell didn't get anything wet.

“Is there anything else you want to do while we’re out? We can drop off the bags and pick up whatever you want,” I asked, glancing at Hinata. It was an innocent question, but Hinata seemed to consider it with deadly seriousness. She glanced around, the veins bulging around her eyes for a moment before they returned to normal. Only then, when she was apparently satisfied that no one was listening did she lean closer to me and spoke. 

"Is there a location that sells weapons? Kunai, shuriken -- do you know what those are?" She questioned, mistaking my thoughtful face for confusion. 

"I know what they are, but I'm not sure where we could get them. I'm sure we could get a knife or a sword pretty easily, it's just a question of quality since the good stuff is made to order from actual blacksmiths." Who would have guessed my cringy preteen years of lusting after that glorious Nippon steel would have come in handy eventually? 

Hinata took a moment to digest that for a moment before she nodded. "I see. Would you be able to create them with your ability?" She asked lowly, the sound of rain hitting the ground almost enough to drown her out even though she stood so close to me. I gave the idea some thought, vaguely recalling what a kunai looked like, but…

"Maybe? I'm not sure how accurate the dimensions would be. I think it would be a lot easier if I had something to reference." Like the clicker, or rice. "We could try Asia town to see if a store there has anything. If not, I could try a drawing or something and that could work.”

As we walked, my gaze landed on a store few of them down, towards the corner of the street. A blown-out image of a supermodel in underwear. “But, before that, do you want to take a stop over at that one?” I asked, gesturing to it with an arm filled with bags. Ah, shoot, I got some of them wet...oh well. I was so distracted that I nearly missed Hinata’s expression. She hid it well, but there was no mistaking that expression for anything but pure mortification. 

“Um, are you coming with me inside?” Hinata hedged, looking absolutely everywhere but at me. It only struck me now, for some reason, but I just realized that Hinata was rather expressive for a ninja. So, either Kohona didn’t train them to school their emotions, which certainly explained some things about the anime, or Hinata didn’t feel a need to hide her expressions. I hoped it was the latter because the other option was she was playing the long con and faking all of them to lure me into a false sense of security before she ninja poked my kidneys to make me explode. 

“I will if you want me to, but, ah, are you sure you want me helping you pick out your underwear?” I asked, feeling faintly embarrassed, though nowhere near so as Hinata did. “I’d be more than happy to-”

“No-no,” Hinata was quite to cut me off, shaking her head hard enough that her black hair fanned out, her face a bright red. “I’ll-” I’m not sure what she said after that because her words became mumbled gibberish. I flashed her a smile to show that I was teasing as I gestured across the street, at a small coffee shop that caught my attention. 

“I’ll be getting a coffee, would you want anything?” I asked, amused that it took Hinata a moment to find her voice. Despite her embarrassment, it was pretty clear that she didn’t find it as amusing as I did. Thankfully, she didn’t get upset and hesitantly shook her head. 

“No thank you, Nero. I won’t keep you waiting long, I promise,” Hinata refused, probably worried about poisons, or something. And given that this was a setting that had guys like the Joker putting insanity-inducing poison in the water, maybe she was being smart. Still, I needed more coffee in me. 

“Alright, I’ll carry your stuff,” I offered, and after Hinata offloaded her bags into my hands, I turned around in the direction of the coffee shop. I looked both ways, then I looked both ways again, and I looked both ways a third time because if I get hit by a truck again, then… Apparently, I worried about nothing since I made it across the street without incident. Then, judging by the taste of the coffee, I didn’t have to worry about poison either. 

I settled by the front door, looking out the window as I nursed my coffee and muffin. The grin that I had forced on my face for the past couple of hours fell now that there was no one around that I had to fake it for. Because if I didn’t fake it, then Hinata would worry, or break down crying again, and we wouldn’t make an ounce of progress today. 

Dwelling on things wasn’t my style. Especially things that I couldn’t do anything about. Only, before today, I hadn’t been used as a murder weapon that killed a poor family. At best, I could hope that what I crushed in the back seat was a dog, or something, but given that it was a convertible with the top down…

The muffin that I was eating tasted like ash in my mouth, but I took another bite all the same. It probably made me a horrible person, but I still didn’t regret using Mammoth to kill his teammate. The only regret I had was that I knew that wasn’t going to go unanswered by the Fearsome Five, but beyond that...I hoped Mammoth was having as shitty of a time dealing with what happened as I was. 

A sigh escaped me, “I guess this trip is as much for me as it is for her.” I wanted to distract Hinata from the mountains of crap she was dealing with. By distracting her, I was distracting myself.

My angst was interrupted as a loud siren began to wail. Curious, I leaned forward, looking out the window to see flashing lights in that trailed behind an armored truck that was racing down the street. The harsh sound of metal screeching as the armored car slammed into a cop car, driving it into a parked car before the cop car flipped violently. 

They were rapidly coming closer, in a few seconds they would pass me by. A single thought went through my mind as I paused chewing my muffin. 

I could do something about the armored truck. Hit it with a blast of my white flames and it would stop dead in its tracks. Or use my black flames to take out the tires. I had plenty of options. I was still feeling out my powers but they were shockingly versatile. If I wanted to, all I had to do was reach out and…

The high-speed chase raced by and I didn’t move. 

A low mutter emerged from a few other coffee drinkers in the coffee shop, a few of them stepping outside to see what the fuss was about. I simply sipped my coffee and waited for Hinata, feeling like a coward. I was so gung ho about being a hero not that long ago, and now…

Ah, whatever. I could do better things with my time than angsting in a coffee shop. 

Thankfully, Hinata emerged from the clothing store, a bag in her hand. Her gaze zeroed on me instantly, so I’m guessing she used her Byakugan to check on me when she was in the other store. I’m not to sure how her eyes worked -- I knew she could apparently see for actual miles, and there was some level of X-ray vision, but beyond that, her eyes were a mystery to me. 

She crossed the street, sparing a glance at the turned over car, a frown tugging at her lips. When she entered, a bell rang out to announce her presence, the barista greeting her but she barely paid him any mind before she sat down next to me. “What happened outside?”

“A car chase, or something. I figured I shouldn’t get involved after what happened this morning,” I explained, probably unnecessarily. A look of understanding passed over Hinata’s face, her lips parting to ask, but I was quick to change the subject. I looked up to heroes like Spider-man and Superman since I was a kid, and now I just sat on my butt not doing anything, not even getting up to make sure that cop was alright...I just didn’t want to think about it. 

“I’m thinking about how we’re going to make money while we’re here,” I said, lying through my teeth. “I don’t like being completely reliant on Kitten’s generosity,” I said, speaking about an idea that’s been baking in the back of my head since I’ve seen Hinata react to my cooking. 

“Do you think she’ll kick us out?” Hinata questioned, getting a small shrug out of me. 

“I have no clue, and that’s what I’m worried about,” I answered before I cupped my hands together, picturing a muffin in my hands. The taste of it was fresh on my tongue, so it was a simple task of replicating it. Once the heat died down, in my hands was a smaller muffin. “Here, give it a try.”

Hinata all but snatched it out of my hands before taking a small bite. Then the muffin promptly vanished in another two. She looked embarrassed by the display, she just didn't let it stop her from going to town on my muffin. That came out weird. 

"I thought you weren't hungry?" I teased, pushing forward my coffee to make sure she didn't choke, or anything. 

"I wasn't, but these are delicious, Nero," she offered as an argument. It was one that I wanted to hear. 

"I was thinking that I could open up a bakery, or something using this ability," I told her, not missing how Hinata's eyes lit up at that, even though they were disguised as full brown eyes. "I have to figure out how to add color to everything first, though, but I could do something like a made to order catering service." Which raised the issue of getting the name out there so people would be willing to buy from me, but that's what advertisement is for. "Since I'm making them from nothing, there's no costs beyond gas money."

Hinata nodded encouragingly, "I think that's a wonderful idea, Nero. I would like to help in any way that I can." She offered, and a dismissal weighed heavily on my tongue, only for me to swallow the words after a moment. I'm guessing it was less about it helping me, and more of that she wanted to feel like she was helping. 

I stuck out a hand, "then welcome aboard to...Dragon...fly...express?" 

Ehh, the title was a work in progress. 

…

"Nero, should we be practicing with your abilities?" Hinata brought up the topic after we returned from our shopping spree. My wallet was massacred, but we ended up getting a lot more than just clothes while we were out. It got to the point where I had to pick up the other car that I smashed, laid it up while it was getting towed back, and there was barely any room in the two-seater we drove there with. 

"No," I answered simply as I finished putting up groceries. I had more clothes than I would ever know what to do with now, and Hinata was the same. I spared her a glance to see that she was patiently waiting for an answer, so I continued. “Because you need to unwind. I need to unwind. Today...has been a day for both of us, I think.”

A grimace passed over Hinata’s face before I continued, telling me that I was right. “So, we’re going to have fun. Stupid, mindless fun. We’re going to push all of that crap off until tomorrow when there's some emotional separation to help us deal with it all.” Which was a fancy way of saying we were going to ignore our problems until we couldn’t. 

“We…” I continued, looking around for something that could be described as mindless fun. Naturally, my gaze landed on the pool outside. “We are going to swim,” I decided. I pushed open the door, greeted by warm sunshine as the sun began near the horizon. This place really did have a perfect view. 

"But...Nero, I...didn't buy a bathing suit?" Hinata said, glancing down at the pool. I gave a shrug as I began peeling off my new clothes, flashing Hinata a smirk as I did so. 

"Neither did I," I pointed out, kicking off my boots and socks, "but underwear is pretty much the same thing when you come down to it. Covers up the same things, and if it gets ruined by the water then we'll just buy some more." I said, stepping out of my pants to reveal my boxers. Turning to Hinata, I saw her blush hard as she looked absolutely everywhere but at me. 

Was I being too forceful with this? "You don't have to if you don't want to," I offered, "but...sitting around thinking about it won't solve anything. You'll just make yourself depressed, and all that negativity will keep spiraling downwards until you feel absolutely terrible about everything." 

Hinata glanced at me, "are you speaking from experience?" She asked gently, making me pause before I gave a slow nod. 

"Yeah, I am. The situation couldn't be more different, but, like now, the circumstances were completely out of my control. My downward spiral lasted for years -- I was angry and bitter about everything, I hated being anywhere but my room and I pushed everyone away. Because there was absolutely nothing that I could do about the situation, so I lashed out at what I did have control over." I explained, running a hand through my hair as I glanced to the side, looking at the setting sun. What a view. 

"The point is, I get how much you might want to curl up into a ball and just let the world pass you by, but you can't. Even if you have to fake every smile, and force every laugh, its way better for you to do things that are mindless fun than give into the depression. Because it's a lot harder to crawl your way out of it than not give into it in the first place," I said, looking back at Hinata.

She looked away, grabbing her elbow with one hand, her forearm pushing her breasts up. Hinata seemed to think about what I said, and I could only wish I had said it in a way that wasn't so clumsy. And, now that I thought about it, she had a lot more valid reasons to be depressed than I did back when the angst was my entire life. 

However, right when I was about to dismiss the idea entirely, her hand went to the zipper of her hoodie. She tugged it down, revealing a simple beige bra. I tried not to pay too much attention, simply because it would make my words about underwear pretty much being the same thing as a swimsuit, but...damn girl. I couldn’t identify cup size with a passing glance, so it was only a guess, but her breasts were double Ds. Maybe bigger. Big enough that there was no chance that I would be able to cup their entirety with one hand. 

Hinata tossed her hoodie to the side, her fingers hooking around her pants to pull them down, bringing my attention to her flat stomach. She wasn’t just slender, either, a perfect blend between muscular and slender. From what I remembered, Hinata relied on being flexible overpower and her form reflected it. 

Underneath her dark blue pants were spats. I’ve never been in a Victoria Secret store before, but I’m pretty sure they didn’t sell those there. Still, as tight as they were, they really highlighted her hourglass figure. She looked absolutely everywhere but at me, idly pressing her pointer fingers together in a pose that seemed vaguely familiar. 

“You look great,” I complimented, turning away from her to slip into the pool. I think both of us would actually die of embarrassment if she noticed that I was appreciating the view a little too much. 

“Thank you,” Hinata muttered, but sounding pleased as she slipped into the infinity pool with me. The water was warm, a gentle current leading to the edge of the pool where it fell off a slope. Even though we were in the shallow end, waist deep, Hinata shrunk down until even her shoulders were submerged. Her blueish black hair fanned out as she let the current carry her to the edge of the pool. “This place is really pretty,” she commented, a wistful note in her tone. 

“It really is,” I returned, idly running my hands through the water to create small waves. One thing that I hadn’t exactly thought about, but now that we were in the pool, what exactly were we supposed to do? Splash fight? Dunk each other? The entire point of coming out here was to distract her...the both of us from what happened today. 

Then my gaze landed on a minibar built into the side of the deep end. 

“Would you want something to drink?” I asked, jabbing a thumb in its direction. Hinata tore her gaze away from the sunset to give it a questioning look. “It’s a minibar, so it's going to be alcoholic. That okay?” I asked, making sure she knew so she didn’t guzzle the stuff. Getting her drunk wasn’t the goal here. 

Hinata looked hesitant, “I’ve only had sweet sake before…” she admitted, making me shrug. 

“I’m not sure they’ll have that stocked, but I can make you a mixed drink, or something,” I offered, thinking that Hinata didn’t exactly look like the kind of girl that drank whiskey straight. I swam over, Hinata following behind me as I checked out the minibar. There was a small cooler that was kept out of the water, inside were various brands of vodka. Searching through the selection, I noticed that it was well stocked. 

“Ah, I should have grabbed some fruit-” I started to complain, realizing that I wouldn’t be able to make my drink of choice without an orange peel, only for Hinata to volunteer. 

“I’ll get some,” she offered, raising her leg and stepping on the water like it was solid. I blinked as I watched Hinata walk on water, too caught off guard by the casual act of spitting on physics to even admire her body as she walked back inside to grab fruit. Right. I forgot that she could do that. That was pretty freakin weird in a really awesome way. 

“My phone too?” I asked as she came back out, her hands full of oranges, bananas, and apples. She dug through my pants pocket to retrieve my phone and this time I watched in awe as she stepped back onto the surface of the water. She walked over to me, setting everything down before she let herself slip through the water's surface. 

“That was…” I started, trying to find the words beyond awesome and really cool. 

“I’m sorry, I forgot that your people can’t access their chakra,” Hinata said, offering me a small bow as an apology for...something, not exactly sure what. 

“No, it’s cool. Just really odd to see, you know? Can everyone do it where you’re from?” I asked, going over my phone and pulling up a how-to website for making mixed drinks. I needed something fruity and delicious to undercut the taste of alcohol -- so, no tequila. 

Hinata shook her head, “no, only shinobi can, but for us it's a rather basic skill.” She answered, sorrow in her voice. “Most of us learned while we’re genin because of its utility, even though Kohona is surrounded by a dense forest…” She trailed off, apparently realizing what she was doing. 

I offered her a smile as I began making her drink, “If you want to talk about home, don’t let me stop you. But if I think you’re getting too mopey, I’m going to splash you,” I warned, getting a weak smile from her. 

Hinata seemed to think about it for a moment before she shook her head slowly. “No, you’re right Nero. The people back home wouldn’t want me to be unhappy...and I believe that they’re fine now, rebuilding the village. I know Naruto-kun managed to defeat Pain because he never gives up and he’s become so strong...and I know they would want me to be happy until I see them again. If I see them again,” Hinata amended, her face tightening at the thought. 

Then she turned my attention to my phone, pointedly changing the subject, “your phone...how is it telling you how to make a drink, if you wouldn’t mind telling me, Nero?”

Oh...I was going to have to explain the internet to a ninja.

“Uh, basically I’m tapping into a cloud of information called the internet -- basically, there are billions of these things called websites that store information, and by using the search function I can pull up those that have relevant information to a question,” I explained. As if to prove my point, I turned my phone around to show her a picture of the drink I was making. Then, I poured the contents into a glass and…

Huh. It was shockingly on point, down to the color and everything. Maybe I missed my calling as a bartender? 

Or, maybe, there was something else at play here?

“One Malibu Sunset,” I informed, sliding over the glass to her. Fitting, since I’m pretty sure that Jump City was the Malibu of DC comics. 

Hinata took a sip of it, her face lit up as I watched the glass contents dip dangerously, “be careful,” I warned. “I’ve never had sweet sake before, but I’m guessing that rum will hit you a lot harder than it will.”

Hinata looked faintly embarrassed, but that didn’t stop her from taking another sip. “It’s very sweet,” she argued as if that was a defense. I just smiled as I went about preparing my own drink. It was far simpler than hers -- a chunk of ice, a bit of an orange peel, and a generous serving of bourbon to make an Old Fashion.

She took another large sip of her drink, while I sipped mine. The bourbon was strong enough that it made my tongue go numb for a split second, the sharp taste of alcohol washing over it. After swallowing it down, I let out a content breath. 

I was swimming in an infinity pool with a beautiful woman in a mansion after spending more money than I saw in about a year.

My goal of distracting myself from my problems was a major success. 

Hinata’s drink was already half done, and I saw her lavender white eyes glance over at mine for a moment. I held it out for her, “you can have a taste if you want, but don’t gulp it down. It’s way stronger than what you’re drinking.” 

“Thank you,” Hinata said, taking a sip and, to my surprise, she didn’t scrunch up her face in disgust like everyone else did when I offered a sip of bourbon. Hinata tasted it for a moment before going in for a second sip, larger than I would recommend, but even then she swallowed it down without complaint. “It’s really good,” she said, passing it back to me. 

“Huh,” I muttered, idly noting that Hinata finished off the rest of her drink. “Want another?” I asked, getting a nod in response. 

“Nero...can you tell me about where you came from?” Hinata asked as I made her second drink. I spared her a look before I gave a small shrug, not seeing any harm in it. 

“Sure, but where I come from is a lot more boring than you,” I warned, wondering where I should begin. “My homeworld is a lot like this place, except with all the heroes and villains. I just started my first year of college for computer information and security, basically developing software so people couldn’t steal information on the internet.” I explained when an expression of confusion passed over her face. “But, yeah, very boring.”

Hinata nodded slowly, “is your world more...peaceful?” She questioned and, boy, was that a loaded question. 

“Kinda depends on where you are. Some places have it pretty bad, but, personally, I never had to worry about war or anything. I mean, I grew up in some shitty neighborhoods, but I got out of that scene without ever joining any kind of gang or anything. Barely got into any fights either,” I admitted with a shrug. 

Hinata smiled lightly, leaning on the table, resting her chin on her arms. “I’m glad,” she told me. “In my era, things are far more peaceful than they ever have been, but...it feels like that peace is being chipped away. Even before Pain destroyed my village. It always felt like we were slowly moving to the next Shinobi War. None of the other shinobi villages trust each other, and after Suna betrayed us…” She trailed off as I passed her drink to her. 

“Everything will be fine,” I told her but Hinata shook her head as she took a long sip of her drink. 

“The other villages are going to pounce when they hear what happened. We didn’t lose a great many of our numbers, but our village was reduced to a crater-”

“Hey,” I interrupted, prompting Hinata to look up at me. “Everything is going to be okay. Your village is going to be rebuilt, that Pain guy got his ass kicked, and one day you're going to see as much when we find a way to bring you home. That’s the story we’re going with, so don’t bother with what-ifs,” I told her, earning a gentle smile from Hinata. 

“I’ll try,” Hinata responded, and I guessed that was going to be as good as I was going to get. I eyed her half-empty glass, sparing a worry that she might be a featherweight. Maybe swimming was a bad idea. Drinking and swimming was a really bad one. 

“Let's head inside,” I said, setting my barely touched drink down, suddenly feeling nervous. I didn’t like the idea of being drunk and swimming, fearful that Hinata was just going to flop down face-first into the water and drown. Especially seeing that Hinata wasn’t shaping up to be a happy drunk. 

“Hmm,” Hinata hummed, nodding as I exited the minibar. While I did, Hinata went to step on the water again, only for her foot to sink through the surface as she was pushing herself up. I guess she was a lightweight. 

I caught her on, making sure that she didn’t face plant. It wasn't too much of a shock that she stumbled, the buzz probably caught her off guard-

“Nero…” Hinata muttered, a blush warming her cheeks as she leaned forward. Her forehead clonked against mine hard enough to hurt, but I was totally cool with it because her soft lips pressed against mine. Her arms wrapped around my neck, her chest pushing into mine as she kissed me with a clumsy need. Call it instinct, my hands wrapped around her waist, zeroing in on her ass as if it was a magnet. 

This...couldn't be explained by alcohol, I thought, savoring the feeling of her body pressed against mine. Unless she was the lightest of lightweights, there was no way she was drunk enough she was just throwing herself at me. And I doubt I was so charming that she was throwing herself at me. Was it a case of she needed someone to hold and I was a warm body? I didn't have the time to think any deeper on the topic because her tongue flicked across my lower lip.

She gasped as I groped her shamelessly, drawing her in closer, her hips grinding into my groin. Hinata didn’t seem to mind too much since she kissed me that much harder, her lips parting enough to let me slip in my tongue. I wasn’t sure if this was her first kiss or not, but if it wasn’t then she was proving to be a quick study. 

I opened my eyes after a long minute, her tongue coiling against mine, matching my movements as she explored my mouth with a gentle curiosity. Her eyes were closed, throwing herself into the kiss as my hands slowly explored beyond her shocking firm ass. I could bounce a dime off of it, yet my fingers could sink into it like a pillow. They ghosted over her sides, going down her thighs before I grew brave enough to inch towards her breasts. 

Hinata moaned into my mouth as I slipped a hand between us to cup one of her breasts. The bra offered an annoyingly thick barrier between me and the soft flesh beneath. It was awkward as I groped her chest, my arm bent at an tight angle to cup her boob since she was pressing herself so tightly against me, then as I began to slip my hand underneath her bra...it was awkward for all parties involved. 

My free hand traveled up her spine, tracing it with a finger before it landed on the clasp between her shoulder blades. With a simple twist, I popped it open, and at that, Hinata’s eyes shot open. Slowly, she pulled away from me, making me worry that I was about to get ninja poked in the spleen but instead, her hands went up to her bra...and she slid it off of her. Her hands went to cover her bare breasts, only for my hands to put a stop against that crime against nature. 

It was barely more than glimpse before I moved in, planting a kiss on her jugular before I kissed down her neck. I saw her breasts before, but then I was panicking over my powers and the fact that she had been dying. Her breasts were a milky white-capped with pale pink nipples, only now there was a shine of water on her breasts. As I kissed down her neck, my thumb brushed over her nipple and Hinata failed to swallow a moan as she ran her slender fingers through my hair. 

“Ohhh…” Hinata sighed as I continued to kiss down her neck, one hand caressing her sides before settling on her butt again as my lips descended onto her nipple. She moaned again as my tongue ran over her nipple, lapping at it as I brought her closer to me. My other hand thumbed her other breasts, playing with her other nipple as if it were a toy. Surprisingly, her moans grew harsher and deeper the rougher I played with her sensitive breasts. 

I pinched her other nipple, rolling it between two fingers, the sounds of her breathing growing harsher by the second was music to my ears. Her hips ground against my groin, my hardened cock straining against my boxers, pinned between her and myself. All the while her hands explored my shoulders with a shy curiosity, caressing my arms as I tormented her defenseless breasts with my hands and tongue.

My cock throbbed, doing its absolute best to rip through my boxers to escape the feeling of cloth. Still, she was wearing her underwear...but...judging by her soft moans in my ears, maybe she was willing to take this a little further? To test the waters, my free hand went down to the hem of her underwear, slipping the tips of them underneath as I slowly slid my hand down. Hinata simply moaned as I grabbed her ass without her underwear serving as a barrier. 

I tugged my head back, her nipple leaving my mouth with an audible pop before I resumed kissing her neck, my hand gently tugging down her underwear. Once her butt was fully exposed, my hand slid over, touching around her hip so she would know of my destination. When I didn’t get a smack to the face, my hand landed on her pussy, making Hinata gasp as my fingers stroked her lower lips. 

“Nero, that’s-!” Hinata gasped in my ear, her arms bringing me in closer while my fingers found her clit. She shuddered, cutting herself off with a moan, her chest heaving. 

“Do you want me to stop?” I muttered lowly in her ears after having kissed from her collarbone, up her neck, along her jawline until I reached her ear. All the while I spoke, I stroked her clit, my other hand going down as well to find her opening. I teased her lower lips, stroking them, but refusing to enter unless she gave me the go-ahead. 

I pulled back, pushing my forehead against her to look into her white eyes with the barest hint of lavender. Now, I noticed, they looked far less creepy and more breathtaking. 

“...no…” Hinata answered, granting me permission that I wasted no time taking advantage of. My middle finger slid inside of her, making her gasp that I silenced by pressing my lips against hers. She moaned into my mouth, my finger curling inside of her. Her walls clamped down on me with virgin tightness, squeezing down on me hard enough that it almost hurt. 

I slipped in a second finger, reaching deeper inside of her until my fingers found a spot that made her melt. Pulling back, Hinata threw her head back and moaned. It was almost like I was playing an instrument -- my fingers pressed down in places, stroking cords and the sounds that she made in response were a sweet music that I would never forget. 

The sun dipped below the horizon, dying the sky a dark red that steadily grew darker as I explored Hinata’s body. With a near unnatural ease, I found every spot that made her shudder and moan, feeling the telltale signs of an orgasm brewing within her. My tongue attacked her nipples, switching between them often enough so neither would feel neglected. 

“Nero, I’m-” Hinata cut herself off with a deep moan, her walls clamping down on me to milk my fingers of seed that they couldn’t give. Her body shuddered, her head resting against my shoulder as an orgasm tore through her. I continued to torment her body through her orgasm, dragging it out, losing myself in the music that she was making with her soft sighs and sharp breathing. 

It took a few minutes for the tides of her orgasm to recede. Hinata’s breathing evened out, if only comparatively since my fingers still stroked her G-spot relentlessly. Leaning down, I pressed my lips against hers, a chaste kiss before I whispered in her ear, “can I kiss your pussy?” I asked, thinking that sounded a lot more romantic than ‘I want to go down on you until I grow gills.’

Hinata tensed in my arms even as she slowly nodded her head. “Nero…” She trailed off, tilting her head back to kiss me as I carried her to the edge of the infinity pool. I kissed her back, exploring her mouth with my tongue before I lifted her from the pool, settling in a spot where I could stand and her groin was at face level. 

Looking up at her, Hinata watched with wide eyes as I grabbed her spats and slowly pulled them down her toned legs until I tossed them to the side. Now she was bare before me, but she closed her legs at the knees, her arms covering her chest out of embarrassment. I didn’t say anything, simply laying my hands on her knees, gently stroking upwards, but that was it. 

Hinata came to a decision internally because her legs slowly parted, revealing herself to me. To my surprise, she wasn’t completely bare but there was a groomed triangle above her slit. Her clit poked out of its hood, inflamed and engorged with blood after everything that I had done to it. Her slit was narrow, a slight part that gave me a glimpse of her bright pink inner lips. 

I brought her in a bit closer, savoring the feeling over her thighs wrapped around my head, and looked up as I dragged my tongue over her slit. I tasted pool water and chlorine, which wasn’t a great opening, but seeing Hinata throw her head back in pleasure was more than worth dealing with the taste. Her chest heaved, droplets of water falling from her considerable breasts, her hardened nipples serving as a perfect point for them to fall from. 

My tongue dove into her, eager to taste something other than chlorine, her walls squeezed down on my tongue in response as I pushed it in as far as it would go. Flicking it upwards, I hit the spots I learned that she loved while my hands lazily stroked her thighs. She tasted sweet on my tongue once I was beyond the pool water, a welcomed change. Her hands drifted down to my head, her fingers gripping my hair as she pushed my head into her groin as if I would ever willingly leave. 

Now that the opening stokes were over, I dove in, filling the outdoors with the sounds of my lapping at her gushing pussy and her sweet moans. I licked at her lower lips, the tip of my tongue finding her clit as one hand slid inside of her, thrusting as my fingers curled in a ‘come here’ motion that she seemed to love. 

“Oh,” Hinata moaned, grinding her hips against my face, too lost in pleasure to do anything else but indulge in it. I was all too happy to give it to her, feeling her walls clamp down on me hard enough that her inner lips clung to my fingers, refusing to let me go. I could feel her orgasm brewing, every moan that she made was enough to make my cock throb in anticipation for the next step.

Well...I did have a free hand…

It went down to my painfully hard dick and began to stroke as I ate her out. Hopefully, she wouldn’t use the Byakugan to notice what I was doing, but I endeavored to make sure that she was too distracted to do anything but moan in pleasure that I was giving her. My tongue flicked along her lips, plunging into her depths before dragging my tongue out to run it across her clit. Her pussy clenched in response, her breathing grew harsh and I knew her orgasm was close. 

My stroking became faster as I plunged my tongue back into her pussy, running the tip of it against the roof of her pussy. My cock throbbed in my hand, an orgasm surging from my balls as Hinata moaned loudly, her shy nature forgotten. 

“Oh…!” Hinata moaned, one of my thumbs flicking her clit to help push her along. She looked down at me, her face flushed, her lips parted, our eyes meeting for a moment before she hunched over, “Ooooh!” She was almost there, and this orgasm looked like it was going to be far more intense than the last one. Her thighs clamped down on the sides of my head as I eagerly ate her out, focusing on her clit as my own orgasm-

“Ohhhh! Naruto-kun!” Hinata wailed, her pussy gushing over my face as she came so hard that her body gave out underneath her. She fainted, going limp and collapsing where she sat. Out like a light.

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Oof. 

That was like a bucket of cold water splashed onto my lap, my dick went limp even as my balls screamed in frustration until they turned blue. I pulled my head back from her thighs, the taste of her heavy on my tongue…

“Fuck me, dude,” I cursed underneath my breath. 

That’s not how I thought this would end at all.