#23. ReversalHyuuga Hinata...The he

#23. Reversal

Hyuuga Hinata...

The heiress to the Hyuuga throne, daughter of the reclusive, incredibly intimidating Hyuuga Hizashi, strong, confident, beautiful.

Everything about her just seemed so... Unattainable. Even in spite of his lineage, in spite of being he son of a prodigious ninja, the Legendary Yellow Flash, and an Uzumaki fūinjutsu master, Naruto did not feel she would consider him even worth her time.

Call him a masochist, but that fact alone just made him fall for her even harder.

That was just the nature of her lure, her charm. She could tell you to go to hell and you'd still enjoy the trip.

She wasn't arrogant, unlike the majority of her clan, she was just proud... Kind of like him. In spite of her talents and the link to one of the village's most prestigious clans she had been blessed with, Hinata always showed loyalty to her comrades, and respect where it was due.

He supposed that was what drew him to her... and consequently, what drew him to her team's training grounds. Day after day. He just found something about her incredibly alluring. He was glad that her teammates, Kiba and Shino, weren't there on this particularly occasion. Sure, they were great guys and close friends of his, but they could also strike him as being incredibly odd at times.

Naruto shuddered to think about what Hinata would do if she discovered him, as he swallowed in a manner that was, hopefully, not too audible. He certainly was not attracted to the idea of finding out, firsthand, how painful those fluid, cutting Juken strikes felt against his own flesh, instead of the wooden posts she was currently training with.

Subconsciously, the blonde repositioned himself, leaning slightly closer to behold the sight of her lean, supple form gleaming with a thin coat of sweat underneath the moonlight. Her dark hair spilt loosely over her shoulder blades, dancing hypnotically around her naked clavicle... Naruto flushed as his eyes accidentally grazed over her full, voluptuous breasts, barely contained by the tight fishnet shirt she wore.

He didn't understand what purpose that bulky jacket she was wore served. It was wide open! Even with it on she was still practically half naked. If anything, it only served to draw further attention to her already exposed flesh.

But then anything, Naruto supposed that may have been the point.

The young man's eyes trailed lower, against his will; their descent beginning down her long, flexible legs, as one was raised swiftly in a sharp, precise kick. The shapely limb was accentuated by her short, denim shorts. The blond could almost feel drool leaking from the corner of his mouth at the sight... Naruto suddenly snapped back to attention and shook his head vigorously, hoping to rid his mind of any further perverse thoughts.

While the young Hyuuga was certainly a sight for sore eyes, he had not come here to simply ogle her... Although, he couldn't deny that it was certainly a rewarding side benefit.

He admired her determination and commitment, as she trained rigorously, often into the late hours of the night.

Lowering her fists with a deep exhale, Hinata relaxed her form. Her stomach rose up and down with each steady breath her body released. Her Byakugan no longer in use, she opened her pale, lilac irises, facing in the direction of the dense shrubbery Naruto was currently hiding himself in.

As Hinata let out a deep sigh and run her fingers smoothly through her dark tresses, the eerie evening silence was broken unexpectedly by the sound of her voice.

"What are you doing out here, Namikaze?"

Naruto felt his stomach lurch uncomfortable and his body freeze up as the woman he'd been watching closely for the better part of an hour addressed him directly. Had she been aware of his presence the entire time?

"Shit," he breathed. 'Well, that's what I get for trying to hide from a Byakugan wielder, I guess... There's no point in trying to deny it, she knows you're there... You might as well give it up.'

"Hey... Hinata," Naruto spoke as he emerged hesitantly from his hiding place. The safe, secure cocoon of shrubs he'd nestled himself within. The only thing that separated him from having each individual Chakra point of his painfully closed off.

The young man plucked a stray leaf from his unruly mop of hair before speaking again. "What's up, 'ttebayo?"

...Damn that nervous tick of his.

The Hyuuga heiress folded her arms against her toned, exposed midriff in response, raising an eyebrow at the blond. She was obviously puzzled by his appearance, and was still awaiting an explanation. She blew a stubborn strand of hair out of her face, impatiently,

"Heh, well I..." Naruto stumbled feebly, resisting the urge to knead at the back of his neck with his hand. "...I was just coming back from training myself; y'know, with Sasuke and Sakura-chan... I was passing by and happened to see, so..."

Hinata continued to stare at him suspiciously, apparently not completely satisfied with his answer.

'Do not. Stare. At her chest.'

The idea had entered his head from out of nowhere, yet suddenly it was being repeated in the back of his mind ad-nauseam; almost like a mantra. Yet, now that he'd had the thought, He could feel beads of perspiration drooping slowly down his forehead as his struggled to maintain contact with her face.

"Careful not to strain yourself," she smirked.

"I-," Naruto stumbled again, before flushing guiltily. She'd caught him out, yet again. The Byakugan really was outstanding in its ability to read other people.

He was certain she knew just how ill at ease he currently felt. Yet somehow, it seemed like there was some twisted part of her that was taking pleasure in it.

The last thing he wanted to do was make the situation worse than it already was. He was already most likely about to get his ass kicked, and he could probably do without the additional fuel on the flames.

If only he was better at interacting with girls. Being smooth around them, like how his Sasuke so often was. Because, as much as he hated to admit it, Sasuke certainly had a way with the opposite sex. Maybe then, he could have summoned he courage and appropriate means to approach her and just talk... Like normal people.

Pulled from his momentarily lapse in concentration, Naruto's focus was then drawn back to Hinata, as she moved to retrieve the equipment she had been training with. She knelt down to pick a kunai, that had been wedged forcefully into the ground. The blade in hand, she turned back to the blond.

"You should join me," She offered coyly, a glimmer of light reflecting off of the kunai she clutched firmly in her grasp.

"Uh, actually," he began, before stopping abruptly; noticing that the nerves had caused his voice to rise to an unusually high octave. Hinata chuckled teasingly.