Naruto walked inside his house. He

Naruto walked inside his house. He shrugged off his jōnin vest and dropped his weapons by the door before shrugging off his sandals. He cast his unusually downcast eyes around his dark home. He didn't think his wife was home, but he called out anyways.

"Hinata?"

After a moment of silence, he concluded that she wasn't home. He sighed and shuffled into the kitchen, grabbing a glass and pouring himself some water. After emptying the glass, he eyed a sake bottle in a cabinet and after a moment's hesitation he grabbed it and a cup, heading into the living room. He sat down on the couch and filled the cup, draining it immediately. He spied an orange book lying on the table. He leaned forward and picked it up. It was Jiraiya's latest book, but he didn't remember leaving it down here last night. He sat for he didn't know how long before he heard the door open and close.

"Naruto?" called out Hinata.

"In here," he responded, in a downcast voice. He heard her place her things at the door and walk towards him.

She turned on the lights, causing him to squint momentarily. They stared at each for a moment. Naruto noted that she was wearing a sundress, indicating she was probably teaching female arts at the academy. He smiled slightly, glad that she was able to do things she really enjoyed today. Hinata noticed Naruto was still in his field clothes and was still dirty. She noticed the sad look in his eyes and, even though he smiled slightly at her, it still looked empty. She finally noticed the bottle on the table and frowned. He never drank unless it was a special occasion.

"Naruto, how long have you been home?" she asked, moving towards him.

It took him a moment before he answered. "About an hour."

She frowned more. If was home that early, he would usually have gotten cleaned up and probably cooked dinner. She sat down beside, tucking her legs under herself. She wrapped her arms around his arm, and leaned her head on his shoulder. "How did your mission go?" she asked, suspecting that that was the problem.

She saw him frown out of the corner of her eye, indicating she had made a correct guess. "A success," he stated, not opting to give details.

"Oh, that's good," she said, not truly feeling happy about it. She couldn't with Naruto feeling bad. "Did everything go as planned?" When he didn't answer for a minute, she turned to look at his face. His frown was the same, but she could see it in his eyes. She could see that something terrible had happened today. "Naruto, what's the mat-" she finished in a squeak as she was suddenly lifted up and spun in the air, landing sideways in his lap. He wrapped his arms around her body, pushing his face into her neck and chest. She initially flushed at the intimacy, but she quickly suppressed when she remembered how upset he was. He was a very physical person in their relationship, a fact that took her a while to get use to. He was always hugging her and seems to want constant contact, nothing that she would ever feel uncomfortable with, beyond her natural shy nature. However, as much as he seems to love to touch her, he was hardly ever tender with her, reserving that for more special times. That was why his sudden vulnerable grasp of her was so disconcerting.

"Naruto-kun…" she said softly, stroking his hair and planting a small kiss on his scalp. "What happened?"

"I wasn't fast enough," he finally said, his voice dripping with guilt. "And a new chūnin died because of it."

She felt a tremor course through his body, but she knew he wasn't crying. "I know you did everything you could have," she assured him, wrapping her arms around his neck, pushing his head further into her. She had always seen Naruto as an unbreakable force, never breaking. After just a short while of being with him, she saw that he was more vulnerable than most, and it endeared him to her all the more, driving her to want to do everything in her power to make him feel better.

He shook his head at her words though, "No. I should've watched him more. It was his first mission."

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Naruto berjalan di dalam rumahnya. Ia mengangkat bahu dari baju efod jōnin dan menjatuhkan senjata oleh pintu sebelum mengangkat bahu melepas sandalnya. Ia dilemparkan matanya yang sangat tertekan di sekitar rumahnya gelap. Ia tidak berpikir istrinya rumah, tapi dia berseru pula."Hinata?"Setelah beberapa saat diam, ia menyimpulkan bahwa dia tidak rumah. Dia mendesah dan berjalan ke dapur, meraih gelas dan menuangkan air. Setelah mengosongkan kaca, ia bermata botol sake dalam lemari dan setelah ragu dia menyambar itu dan Piala, menuju ke ruang tamu. Dia duduk di sofa dan penuh cangkir, pengeringan itu segera. Dia melihat sebuah buku jeruk yang tergeletak di atas meja. Dia membungkuk dan mengambilnya. Itu Jiraiya's buku terbaru, tapi dia tidak ingat meninggalkannya di sini tadi malam. Dia duduk karena dia tidak tahu berapa lama sebelum ia mendengar membuka pintu dan dekat."Naruto?" memanggil Hinata."Di sini," Dia menjawab, dengan suara yang tertekan. Dia mendengar dia menempatkan hal-hal dia di pintu dan berjalan ke arahnya.Ia menyalakan lampu, menyebabkan dia juling sejenak. Mereka menatap setiap sejenak. Naruto mencatat bahwa dia sedang memakai sundress, menunjukkan bahwa dia mungkin mengajar perempuan seni di Akademi. Dia tersenyum sedikit, senang bahwa ia mampu melakukan hal-hal dia benar-benar menikmati hari ini. Hinata melihat Naruto adalah masih dalam bidang pakaian dan masih kotor. Ia melihat tampilan sedih di matanya dan bahkan meskipun dia sedikit tersenyum padanya, masih terlihat kosong. Dia akhirnya menyadari botol di atas meja dan mengerutkan kening. Dia tidak pernah minum kecuali itu adalah acara khusus."Naruto, berapa lama Apakah Anda telah rumah?" Dia bertanya, bergerak ke arahnya.Itu membawanya sejenak sebelum ia menjawab. "Sekitar sejam."Dia lebih disukai. Jika rumah yang lebih awal, ia akan biasanya mendapatkan dibersihkan dan mungkin dimasak makan malam. Dia duduk di samping, menyelipkan kakinya di bawah dirinya sendiri. Dia membungkus lengannya di sekitar lengannya, dan membungkuk kepalanya di bahunya. "Bagaimana melakukan misi Anda pergi?" tanyanya, mencurigai bahwa itu tidak masalah.Dia melihat dia cemberut dari sudut matanya, menunjukkan bahwa dia telah membuat benar menebak. "Sukses", dia menyatakan, tidak memilih untuk memberikan rincian."Oh, itu baik," katanya, tidak benar-benar merasa senang tentang itu. Dia tidak bisa dengan Naruto merasa buruk. "Apakah semuanya berjalan seperti yang direncanakan?" Ketika ia tidak menjawab sebentar, ia berpaling untuk melihat wajahnya. Kerutan nya yang sama, tetapi dia bisa melihat itu di matanya. Dia bisa melihat bahwa sesuatu yang mengerikan telah terjadi hari ini. "Naruto, apa itu mat-" dia selesai di mencicit sebagai dia tiba-tiba diangkat dan berputar di udara, mendarat menyamping di pangkuannya. Dia membungkus lengannya di sekitar tubuhnya, mendorong wajahnya ke leher dan dada. Dia awalnya memerah di keintiman, tapi ia cepat ditekan ketika Dia teringat betapa sedih ia adalah. Dia adalah orang yang sangat fisik dalam hubungan mereka, fakta yang membawanya waktu untuk mendapatkan digunakan untuk. Dia selalu memeluk dia dan tampaknya ingin kontak konstan, tidak ada yang dia pernah akan merasa tidak nyaman dengan, melampaui nya alam alam pemalu. Namun, seperti halnya ia tampaknya cinta menyentuh, ia adalah hampir tidak pernah lembut dengan dia, harap yang untuk waktu yang lebih khusus. Itulah sebabnya kenapa genggamannya rentan tiba-tiba nya adalah jadi membingungkan."Naruto-kun..." katanya lembut, membelai rambutnya dan penanaman ciuman kecil di kulit kepala.Apa yang terjadi?""Saya tidak cukup cepat," akhirnya katanya, suaranya menetes dengan rasa bersalah. "Dan chūnin baru meninggal dunia karenanya."Dia merasa kursus getaran tubuhnya, tapi dia tahu dia tidak menangis. "Saya tahu Anda melakukan segala Anda bisa memiliki," dia meyakinkan dia, membungkus lengannya di lehernya, mendorong kepala lebih lanjut ke dalam dirinya. Ia selalu telah melihat Naruto sebagai kekuatan dipecahkan, tidak pernah melanggar. Setelah hanya beberapa menit sementara keberadaan dengan dia, ia melihat bahwa dia lebih rentan daripada kebanyakan, dan itu disenangi kepadanya semua lebih, mengemudi dia ingin melakukan segalanya dalam kekuatan untuk membuatnya merasa lebih baik.Ia menggelengkan kepala pada kata-katanya meskipun, "No. aku harus melihat lebih. Itu adalah misi-Nya yang pertama."