Still Falling for You [NH year 2020]

March - Fanfic/Fanart inspo

Manga/Animé: Naruto de Masashi Kishimoto/Studio Pierrot
Words: 2 001
Published: 03/29/2020
Summary: It's time for Hinata to live her adventure.
Author's note: This short story has been inspired by shamyliciouss fanart

The atmosphere on the boat had never been that chaotic. Toneri's crew was mercilessly cutting each other throats. At the center of all of this, Hinata didn't know what to think, feel, do anymore.

Fortunately, the few attacks she dodged helped her come back to her senses. Keeping her sabre in hands, she went upstairs to Toneri's empty sleeping quarters. She searched the office but didn't find the keys to open the cells. Surely, they were already downstairs, she thought as she left. While she kicked the door close, she blocked the blade destined to her heart and pushed the pirate before stabbing him.

Taking a lantern, she made her way back to the cells as she did some days ago. She met no one since they were all on the desk, one camp defending the boat and the other attacking the captain. However, once in front of the last door, a pirate stood guard, the keys hung at his belt.

Because of her candle's light, she couldn't surprise him and a blade fight started. Taller and stronger than her, she permanently zigzagged between beams to tire him out and once he was out of breath, she kicked his torso. Her opponent crashed heavily against the door which cracked and he tumbled down the stairs, Hinata going downstairs just after him.

As soon as she knelt next to the body, she heard the jingle of the prisoner's chains but she only looked at him when she had the keys in hands. Speechless, Naruto kept his eyes of doing comes and goes between the harmless pirate and Hinata.

"I accept the deal" she naturally said as she put down her lantern on a barrel.

"I... I see..." he had difficulties to talk.

His gaze never let go of her as she opened the cell and came close to him. Her sword laying on the floor to be more efficient, she firstly started with his ankles - he lost no time to stretch his legs - then once on her feet, she freed his wrists - he rubbed them one after the other - and was ready to pick up her weapon but Naruto's hand caught her throat.

Submissive to his strength, Hinata felt herself going backwards and her back collided with the opposite bars. Breath broken, skin burnt by his touch, body confined against his, she looked at him, ready to break free, but frowned when she saw his blue eyes be prey to a whirl of emotions. In less than a second, his grip loosen, soften, his hand seized, caressed, the nape of her neck and his thumb compressed, brushed, her cheek. Noticing those changes, her heart fluttered too much for her liking. Hate him, she was supposed to hate him...

Her consciousness stopped short at the contact of his lips against hers. That first simple kiss was like an anchor point to reality but the following kisses became more and more passionate, adding tongues, teeth, wet noises and loud breathing in this tornado of sensations. His hand which wasn't on her cheek laid on her tight, pated it, went up on her hip, squeezed it, slided in the curve of her back, pressed it, and all Hinata could feel, taste, hear, think was Naruto. She couldn't escape.