Fifty Shades of Genin: Chapter 14 (Patreon)

A/N: I finally got this one finished. I'm back to writing, and trying to catch up for lost time, but still can't really pump things out at the rate I usually do. Chapters might still be a bit slow because of that, but HOPEFULLY that will only extend to the next day or two. Thanks for your patience.

Chapter 14

Celebration

Hinata kept waiting for some kind of twist. She was certain that if she kept watching, something she didn’t expect would crop up and show her how this clearly wasn’t going to be what it seemed.

Instead, her room’s appearance copied that of Naruto’s room once more, and there in the center of the room appeared Hanabi Hyuuga, kissing her fiancé.

Although, he clearly wasn’t her fiancé yet. Both looked youthful— at least a year younger than they were now. Hanabi had her arms hurled around Naruto’s neck, drawing him down to her level as she shoved her tongue into his mouth.

Hinata just watched, unable to blink or pull her eyes away as her sister kissed him messily. Naruto’s hands were holding her backside, which stood out sharply through the sheer dress Hanabi was wearing. It was not an outfit she ever wore around the clan compound, that was for certain.

Naruto was the one to break the kiss first. He smiled slightly as he looked down at her.

“Somebody’s eager,” he said.

“Continue kissing me!” Hanabi demanded.

“Don’t feel like it,” he said.

Hinata watched her sister’s face grow pink, then red. She opened her mouth, likely to issue some kind of additional order, before Naruto beat her to it.

“I’ve got a better idea,” said the blonde.

He grabbed the petite Hanabi by the shoulders and threw her straight up.

Hinata’s sister made an unbecoming noise as she was launched up, but she didn't stay airborne for long. Naruto caught her with a hand on either hip, her legs landing over his shoulders, and buried his face directly up her low-cut dress. 

Hanabi’s eyes widened. A moment later, she bent forward, pressing her stomach against the top of Naruto’s head as her whole body convulsed. While Hinata couldn’t see anything beneath the hem of the dress, she could hear sounds. Wet noises emanated out as Naruto’s tongue attacked Hanabi’s most sensitive region.

His hands slid from her hips around to her lower back, removing any give as he lapped at her crotch. Hanabi was releasing increasingly frantic squeaks, while her eyes slowly widened further and further. She grabbed onto large blond tufts of hair, holding on for dear life.

“You service me well!” Hanabi cried. “Continue-ooh!”

Hinata watched, enraptured, as her sister pulled a goofy face, her eyes bulging out. Hanabi’s thighs squeezed the back of Naruto's neck. Her whole body shook and wobbled. With a long, mewling moan, she hurled her head back and came.

Naruto dropped her, letting her fall back to the floor, where Hanabi’s legs immediately turned wobbly. She fell onto all-fours. Standing above her, Naruto stripped. Hanabi looked back impatiently, recovering from her orgasm, but when her head was turning Naruto knelt, pushing her temple against the floor.

“Hey!” Hanabi whined. 

Her only answer was a zipper. Naruto peeled off her dress and unclasped her bra, freeing her small breasts. Her panties had already been shunted to the side by his mouth. Still holding her head down, Naruto dug two fingers into her from behind.

Hinata watched his pecs flex as he drove his fingers through Hanabi. Naruto’s abs shone in the light as he leaned forward.

“How’s that?” he teased while Hanabi arched her back. 

“Fine,” Hanabi said, though the warble in her voice betrayed her attempt at remaining cool. “This isn’t my first time you know!”

“I know,” Naruto said. “I’ve seen you at the club this month. But it can’t be far off it, either.”

“Don’t talk about irrelevant things!”

“Fine. We’ll do it this way, then.”

Naruto grabbed Hanabi’s long brown hair and pulled it taut in one sharp move. Her head came up off the floor as air hissed from her lungs. She was left propped on her hands and knees, Naruto’s fingers still thrusting into her.

He didn’t speak anymore. All business, Hinata watched the different ways his hands worked: the stiffness of the one gripping Hanabi’s hair, and the smooth dexterity of the one working her pussy. Hanabi’s cries rose in volume, abruptly hitting a sharp high-note. 

Naruto wrenched his hand away from her crotch just in time for a forceful orgasm to paint the floor. Hanabi sagged, strength fading from her arms, but rather than fall toward the floor, Naruto’s grip on her hair kept her suspended. He slid behind her, seamlessly replacing his fingers with his dick, sliding right into her sopping entrance.

Hanabi was left without a moment to recover. Her voice continued right where it left off, though the pitch of her moans started to rise and fall in time with Naruto’s hips crashing into her.

Naruto still wasn’t speaking, but that didn’t stop Hanabi. 

“Keep going!” she demanded. “Your body is of great use! Continue!”

Naruto’s free hand fell on Hanabi’s lithe ass, drawing a sharp squeak from the girl.

“How are you still talking like that? It’s weird.”

“Don’t question me,” Hanabi moaned.

Without warning, Naruto let go of her hair. She fell cheek-first to the floor, while Naruto grabbed her ass with both hands, moving even faster.

“Maybe I will question you,” he said teasingly. “Maybe I don’t want to stop. What’ll you do about it?”

“I’ll… I’ll…”

Hanabi came up with nothing. Be it from the unrelenting beating her lower half was taking, the undignified position she was currently in, or something else entirely, the only thing Hinata could see for certain was that Hanabi had no answer.

Naruto leaned forward, his hips still jerking.

“You’ve been coming to the club for the last month,” he said. “I’ve seen you. I’ve seen the type of people you leave with. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to have fun! But they aren’t the right sort to do it with. The only reason they’re bothering with you is because of your clan.”

Hanabi’s pupilless eyes flared. She tried to surge up and spin around, but all she managed to do was turn over, allowing Naruto to plunge into her from above while she faced him.

“What do you know?” she spat.

“I’ve seen it before.” Naruto’s voice was calm even as his body moved frantically. “It was the same with the Yamanaka heiress… and the Inuzuka heiress before that… As soon as they’re recognized, everybody swarms them for a scrap of their attention and money.”

“And I’ll bet you’re so different.”

Naruto leaned down.

“I am, though,” he said. “I don’t need money. And after tonight, I don’t need your attention either. This is more than enough for me.”

His body was still crashing down on Hanabi’s. Hinata was watching, practically paralyzed. Maybe it was because of who his partner was this time, but somehow, everytime she looked, she couldn’t help but imagine herself in that spot on the floor. Yet she couldn’t look away.

Abruptly, Hanabi tried to kiss him. Hinata’s sister surged up, trying desperately to latch her lips onto Naruto’s, but he held her shoulders and eased her back to the floor. 

“We don’t need that now,” Naruto said. “After all, I’m just trying to send you a message.”

Hanabi whimpered, wrapping her legs around the back of Naruto’s thighs. “What message?” she asked.

“By the time I’m done, you won’t even be able to remember what the other guys felt like. You won’t even be able to look at them the same. Then, it’ll be all too easy to cut them off.”

As if to prove his point, he pried her legs off of his backside, squeezing her thighs and pinning them to the floor. The sound of their colliding flesh grew deeper. Hanabi screamed. When the wail faded, something in her expression had broken.

“Fuck me,” she begged. “Use me! Fill me up!”

Naruto looked almost as shocked as Hinata. He couldn’t seem to figure out where the complete one-eighty had come from, from haughty and elitist to utterly desperate. Still, his body didn’t stop.

Hanabi hurled her head back. “Call me by my name!”

“Hanabi Hyuuga?”

“No!” her head whipped back. “Just my name!”

“Hanabi?”

Her whole body shook. She smiled strangely, with her eyes open wide.

“I love you,” she said, trying to kiss him again.

Again, Naruto pushed her back down.

“You don’t,” he reminded her. “We just met.”

But Hanabi wasn’t listening. She was writhing underneath him, her voice escaping in wanton wails. Hinata could see when she came. It shook the girl’s entire body, making her small breasts tremble and causing her toes to curl. She screamed louder than ever. Hinata waited for Naruto to cum himself, as he always did in these scenes.

But the blonde’s face had grown increasingly grim since Hanabi’s personality change. His levity had disappeared completely, and as Hanabi orgasmed again, he stopped. Instead of cumming, he pulled out of her and stood up, stepping away.

It took Hanabi a moment to notice his absence, too rocked by her climax. But when she finally did, she rolled over on her stomach, grabbing Naruto’s ankle as he pulled on his pants.

“Stay!” she said. “I’ll let you do anything. Anything!”

But Naruto only shook his head.

“Your head isn’t right for this,” he said. “Whatever this is that you want, I’m not the right person to give it. I don’t think anybody is.”

Hanabi looked genuinely confused. “What does that mean?”

Naruto knelt down, prying off her hand.

“It means that what you’re calling love, isn’t love,” he said. “It’s something else. And if I stay any longer, then I’m going to make it worse. You’re looking for something that someone else can’t give you.”

The scene ended. The images faded. And Hinata was left alone on her bed, still looking at the spot her sister had been, trying to decipher what she just witnessed.

O-O-O

Despite lingering confusion, Hinata’s mood was good for the next day. Better than good, even. The thrill of the heist left her with a kind of self-satisfaction she couldn’t recall ever before.

Maybe that was why she didn’t even argue when Naruto swapped their usual seals lesson for a very different kind of outing.

Hinata’s legs and arms had goosebumps along them from the chilly evening air. She crossed her arms, rubbing her triceps as she walked along a dark Konoha street.

“Cold?” Sakura asked.

“A little bit,” Hinata admitted. “It’s… been a while since I went out late dressed this way.”

Sakura smiled and nodded. The outfit in question was a blue dress that went to Hinata’s knees. It hugged her body more than Hinata was used to, but it wasn’t as revealing as she feared when she first pulled it out of storage. It had been a gift from Kurenai, albeit one she never really expected to use.

But here she was, walking at the back of a group filled with faces she hadn’t seen for a very long time.

Sakura and Sasuke walked beside her, while Naruto had gotten excited and jogged ahead. Aside from those three were four others: Shikimaru Nara, Akimichi Choji, Kiba Inuzuka, and Ino Yamanaka.

Not only were all of them clan heirs, they were ex-classmates. Kiba had even been a part of her Gennin team at one time. But it had been years since Hinata saw any of them more than in passing.

They were all dressed as flashily as her— some even more so. Ino’s lavender dress showed patches of skin above her hips, hugging her figure in a perfectly flattering way. Hinata liked her scent; the girl smelled like flowers. If that had been included in Naruto’s journal, Hinata knew she would’ve loved watching the blond’s go at it even more.

Walking on the opposite side of her to Sakura, Sasuke leaned over.

“Thirty minutes,” he whispered to Hinata. “That’s the shortest you can spend before leaving. Otherwise, Naruto will stop you.”

Hinata smiled slightly, despite the cold. “That seems a bit short.”

“It will feel like an eternity once you’re in there,” Sasuke promised gravely.

Sakura pulled on Hinata’s arm. “Don’t listen to him! Sasuke just likes the quiet, and doesn’t have much appreciation for music, dancing, or other people.”

Hinata thought this was probably a bad time to tell her that that she agreed with him on almost all those things.

“Hey, one isn’t enough for you?”

The loud, brash voice interrupted their dwindling conversation. Someone forced their way in between Hinata and Sasuke, tossing an arm over either of their shoulders. Hinata found the grinning, slightly feral face of Kiba Inuzuka deep inside her personal space.

“You’ve already got Sakura,” the Inuzuka said. “Don’t you think you should leave some for the rest of us?”

He grinned at Hinata, baring his fangs, although his bravado didn’t last long.

“Remove your arm,” Sasuke. “If not, I’ll remove your arm.”

“Kami, can’t even handle one little touch! What a grouch!” Kiba said.

But Hinata noticed that he instantly pulled his arm back. Suddenly, someone ahead of them said, “There she is!”

It was Naruto, and rather than an actual girl, the ‘she’ in question was a large block-like building with a line outside the open doors and loud, pounding music. Lights flickered from inside, bright and strobe-like. Just looking that way made Hinata briefly shield her eyes.

But when he pointed, Naruto also stopped… directly in their path. Before they saw, she and Kiba walked into his back, stumbling apart in opposite directions.

“Oops.” Naruto turned back, blinking. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s fine,” Hinata said, walking past quickly.

Kiba muttered something grouchy, but Naruto jumped on him, giving him a noogie and yelling something about needing a better attitude. Hinata worked to steel herself with each step. A nightclub was practically the antithesis of the Hyuuga— loud, messy, undignified. She was the one who agreed to this, yet…

“You doing alright?”

Hinata blinked, finding concerned blue eyes hovering in her face. For the briefest of moments, she actually thought it was Naruto, but this was a different blond.

Ino was leaning forward. Her hair was tied back in its trademark ponytail, while the proximity was giving Hinata an even stronger whiff of her strong floral scent. Her dress wasn’t just revealing, it was also a completely perfect for her body, as if it had been made just for her. Hinata was not bad looking, but she couldn’t help but think that Ino just thrived in this setting, to the point that Hinata herself just looked awkward next to her.

“I am fine,” Hinata assured her. “I just haven’t been here before.”

Ino smiled instantly. Before Hinata could react, she had squealed, turning and pulling Hinata forward.

“This is the best place in Konoha!” said the blond. “Oh you’ll love it! Come on, I’ll show you!”

As Hinata got dragged along, they passed Shikimaru and Choji. Shikimaru offered Hinata a dutiful salute.

“Good luck,” said the Nara.

There must have been perks to collecting so many clan heirs, because they passed the entire block-long line as if it wasn’t there. Then Ino was pulling Hinata through the doors, and the world became something different.

Hinata was certain that Ino was talking, but she couldn’t make out a word. Her fingers were shaking. Base rocked the building down to its foundations, while a different strobe-like color seemed to paint her every second.

The others were following them inside. Hinata only caught glimpses of most of them. Shikimaru and Choji went straight for a table; when they got there, Shikimaru lay down on the bench, while Choji started ordering food. Kiba made a beeline for the first group of girls he saw. Sasuke tried to slip into a quiet corner, but Sakura grabbed him by the back of his shirt, pulling him toward the dance floor where Hinata and Ino had ended up.

There were so many bodies packed into the building, Hinata couldn't shake the feeling that if one more person squeezed in the walls would fall down. People bumped into her from the front and the back: never hard, never on purpose, but enough to jolt her. The floor was shiny here, catching the varied colors of the lights and flashing them back up. Somehow, things seemed bright and dark at the same time, other people looking like nothing more than silhouettes.

Ino was the one exception. Her ponytail flailed as she danced, her body flowing like water. She was still holding Hinata’s hand. Her smile had only grown since reaching the dance floor. Hinata’s family would’ve screamed at her for saying this, but as she watched, she thought Ino’s movements were just as beautiful as the gentle fist. 

Ino was so good that Hinata didn’t even try to copy her. Instead, she watched the other people around them, even activating her Byakugan for a moment. She did her best to grasp what they were doing and imitate it herself.

The results were definitely clumsy. She could feel how off-beat she was. But maybe that was the beauty of this place, because in the crowded dark, nobody cared or watched. It didn’t matter that her body wasn’t synced up with the song, all that mattered was that it was moving. Despite still feeling like an intruder, Hinata actually giggled.

The world around her blurred, time becoming as hazy as the packed room. Here, the scents of sweat and alcohol mixed with perfume and cologne. One moment Ino was in front of her, Sasuke and Sakura at her back, the next she was alone, surrounded by bodies she didn’t recognize.

Slowly, her body began to stop. The sense of claustrophobia was sinking back in. She looked for Shikimaru and Choji’s table, but couldn’t find even that. Someone bumped into her back. A boy seemed to be trying to get her attention, but she didn’t recognize him. 

The first person she spotted was Ino. By now, the stunning blond was as alone as Hinata herself. Boys had worked closer to her, drawn in by the swaying body that Hinata had admired. Among them, Kiba appeared near the front.

Hinata was only a few feet away, but the room was too loud to catch their words. Kiba stepped closer. Ino stepped back. He said something else. So did she.

Still feeling alone, Hinata looked around the club. Time had passed since they arrived, but she genuinely couldn’t tell if it was ten minutes or a whole hour. The music was just as loud as ever. She struggled toward the edge of the dance floor. Behind her, after another back and forth, Ino gave Kiba a gentle push, making the brown-haired boy back off with a scowl.

Hinata nearly gasped as she stumbled loose from the crowded dance floor. The whole club was packed, but on the fringes where tables were there was a bit more breathing room. The music grew a tad quieter. The smell didn’t get any better.

For the second time that night, an arm landed over her shoulder. It belonged to the same person from the first time.

“Hinata!” Kiba said, grinning. “So? How do you like this place?”

“It’s alright,” she admitted. “Very loud.”

Kiba’s grin stretched even wider. “Hey, I could show you someplace quieter, if you want. Just the two of us…”

Before the offer could sink in, Naruto was in front of them, grinning with a cup in each hand.

“Kiba!” he said, smiling like he’d lived all his life just for this moment. “Drink with me!”

Kiba looked down at the cup in Naruto’s extended hand, then back up at the blond. He hadn’t pulled his arm off of Hinata.

“We’re a little busy right now—” the dog-like boy began.

“Kiba.”

Naruto’s grin disappeared. Then it was back again, so quick that Hinata wondered if she was seeing things. Yet Kiba’s hand had shot off her, snatching the glass from Naruto and chugging it. Still grinning, Naruto chugged his own, finishing with a deep sigh.

“Much better!” he said when he was finished.

Kiba, meanwhile, slunk away, disappearing into the crowd. Hinata watched his back with a growing sense of bemusement. The Kiba Inuzuka she knew was nothing if not headstrong. He was brash and did as he wanted. Someone like Sasuke could shut him down in an instant because Sasuke was Sasuke— all the Inuzuka always knew how to bow their heads to the village’s strongest. Yet Naruto…

“Kiba’s not a bad guy, but he can get a little too excited,” Naruto said. “Nothing a little reminder won’t fix.”

“Why did you help me?” Hinata asked.

It was a stupid sort of question. They were technically engaged, of course he would help. But as she asked it, she thought back to what she had seen the night before. From the way he and Hanabi had been talking, her sister had gone to places like this alone. When men made an offer like Kiba had, she accepted. Shoving away all Hinata’s personal feelings about that, Naruto had chosen to help Hanabi in his own, almost nonsensical way. Hinata couldn’t shake some rogue hope that his answer to why he helped her would explain what made him do something like that. Because she just couldn’t understand it.

Naruto cocked his head, still holding the empty alcohol glass he had chugged. “I brought you, didn’t I? I should at least look out for you.”

Hinata nodded without any emotion on her face. She turned her back on him, walking away. Every ounce of manners instilled in her told her this was rude, but she couldn’t help it. 

Because that answer was simple. It was logically sound and purely business. And it made an odd uncomfortable little ball take root right in Hinata’s gut.

She planned to walk right out of the club. Sasuke and Sakura had already left. But when she got away from Naruto, she spotted someone else nearby, just watching.

Ino had followed Kiba after she shot him down on the dance floor. She watched the entire thing unfurl. Now, she was watching Hinata with an unreadable look in her eyes. For the first time since the club came into sight in front of them, she wasn’t smiling.

“Lucky,” she told Hinata.

Hinata slipped past her. Ino walked the other way. With each step, Hinata moved a little quicker, almost running by the time she escaped the club.

She jogged half a block before she finally stopped, heaving in breaths. That place hadn’t been as bad as she feared. At first, it was fun. And yet now her stomach felt more mixed-up than that confusing dance floor had been. She hardly noticed the cold that had chilled her on the way there. 

Things had been strange for days now. So many things were happening— her argument with her sister, the heist she pulled off, Neji’s ultimatum, Hanabi’s night with Naruto, now this night at the club… It was enough to make her head spin. One thing was snowballing into the next, carrying her along with it.

Finally, her breathing calmed down. The music of the club was nothing more than dull thumping from this far away. She could hear herself think, subduing the panic that momentarily overcame her.

A Konoha street wasn’t the place to stand around frozen. In her sudden rush to get away, she had picked a direction at random, accidentally going the opposite direction to the Hyuuga Compound. She corrected this now, walking the right way at a much more reasonable pace.

Only, when she had taken a few steps, something caught her eye. Two people stepped through the club doors. One was Ino, pulling someone with even more enthusiasm than she pulled Hinata with earlier. And the other one, stumbling along behind her, was Naruto.

As Hinata watched, the two veered off of a busy street down an alley. Hinata glanced back and forth between the road and the entrance to the alley, hesitating mentally as well as physically.

Then she moved toward the alley. She stopped just in front of it, took a deep breath…

And peeked around the corner.