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Why, why was it now, that this empowering anger she felt moments ago sputtered and died so suddenly once she saw him? It should have been only strengthened by his glowing cheeks and shaky breathing. Hinata inwardly tched. It would be just like her to back out at the last moment, shuffle away while murmuring ardent apologies and then avoid him like he has avoided her for all this time. But no. That's not what she was going to do, not this time.

Not half as boldly as she wished she had she strutted to him. Her teeth were grit in determination and her whole facial expression gave off such a strong aura of purpose that Naruto without a second thought did what seemed most reasonable. He scrambled to his feet and was about to make for the road out of the former Team 7's training grounds when Hinata snatched him by the back of his collar. He fell ungracefully on his back. As his shoulder blades hit the ground he felt air leave his lungs with a speed way too rapid for his liking. His mouth fell open.

This was getting excessively dangerous, with him sprawled out before her. A shiver ran up his spine. He was completely at her mercy. He discovered with surprise that he could probably think of multiple things he would find more unpleasant.

Hinata, on the other hand, was in a tight spot. As long as he was upright she felt safe. Now, with him down, out of breath (she knew of course it was knocked out of him by the fall, but still…) and all hot and bothered – again, not her being the cause, but that didn't quite reach her brain.

Yes, Hinata Hyūga was in a tight spot indeed. Her skin was tingling, hot with a blush spreading all over her face, neck and chest. The things she could do to the boy flashed through her mind all at once and she felt overheated. She realized the ground was nearing with an alarming speed, but just as soon as that happened, it was too late.

Oh boy…

When he was frantically looking for means of escape, not paying attention to Hinata much really, with his eyes on everything but her, he heard a thud. He propped himself up on his elbows warily.

„…Hinata-chan?" Naruto's eyes widened a fraction when he saw the girl lying on the ground. She had fainted. He exhaled with relief. At least some things didn't change. He slid down to the lying on his back. He told himself he will deal, undoubtedly, with her once he dealt with himself. His mind was a mess and thinking straight came to him even less easily than usually.

In a deep corner of his brain, hidden somewhere where even he rarely peeked in, was an almost carnal consciousness of what the purpose of The Chase was. She probably did not mean to do to him all those things (he blushed madly again) that cluttered his mind.

Shame.

"Shut up, dick." Naruto murmured exasperatedly.

She most likely wanted him to simply acknowledge her presence and feelings, which, he was well aware; he's been constantly ignoring lately. On his reasoning went. And, since he refused to cooperate in any way due to his own conflicted, hormone-influenced emotions, she decided on this. He could've sworn he'd seen mischief in those pearl-white eyes of hers, but nobody would ever believe him, because, come on, she, Hyūga Hinata, wouldn't act so boldly, wasn't she better than that?

Well, she had all the right to be fed up with his behavior. To have had enough.

He slowly sat up. She was breathing evenly, still red as a beetroot. He swiftly turned his eyes away as soon as he noticed she still didn't zip up her sweatshirt, after their little run-in. The first thing that came to his mind wasn't to zip it up properly after all. He looked down at his hands. Treacherous bastards. They didn't seem to take orders from above as obediently when Hinata was concerned as they used to.

The next thought rushing to his brain was different. He didn't see himself as a threat. His jaw clenched of its own accord. She walked looking like that through an ass-big part of the village that at this hour was swarming with males, those filthy animals possibly drooling at his Hi…

He shook off the thought and gripped his hair. Damn, if he continued going that way… Hinata-chan was obviously not his; he had no claim over her. Yet.

He got to his feet uncharacteristically annoyed. Ruffling the back of his head he made the few steps to the still unconscious girl and gently rested her against his back, with a clear objective to carry her to the Hyūga compound. There they would deal with her, if she of course didn't wake up before they reached their destination.

As soon as Naruto set his foot down after arranging Hinata for a piggy-back ride, he felt his face heat up again. Maybe that wasn't such a good idea.

When he was younger, there were girls who refused to touch him with a 5 meter stick. Because of his not-so-cool personality (yeah, since Sasuke-teme's was an ideal one for some strange reason, still unintelligible) he was rarely, if ever, approached by girls. And if, to be smacked across the face, for supposedly peeping in the bathhouse. He blamed Jiraiya. Before his training, he could clearly remember being a decent, totally not-perverted boy. And Oiroke doesn't count. Therefore his experience with girls was non-existent.

Therefore he knew close to nothing when it came to feminine physique. Meaning he's never touched a boob. He inhaled sharply when Hinata's curves pressed into his back. He wasn't prepared for yet another form of torment.

He gritted his teeth and took another step forward. She wasn't as steady on his back as he thought and she shifted gently to the side. That resulted in another unwelcome sigh from the boy and almost immediately after that: an inward scolding.

"The heck?! You certainly did not pick her up for that! You will get her safely home. Without any groping. And you stay out of it, dick. You have no say in this." Naruto angrily tried taking charge of his rebellious body. It was hard to miss that she'd filled out nicely while he was away, but actually experiencing the changes first-hand was a little too much for his heaving self control.

He tried soothing his labored breathing.

Yes, Hyūga Hinata was going to be the death of him.

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Mengapa, mengapa itu sekarang, bahwa kemarahan ini memberdayakan dia merasa beberapa saat yang lalu tergagap dan meninggal begitu tiba-tiba setelah dia melihatnya? Itu harus memiliki hanya diperkuat oleh bercahaya pipi dan gemetar pernapasan. Hinata dalam hati tched. Itu akan seperti dia untuk kembali pada saat terakhir, mengocok pergi sementara penggerutu permintaan maaf yang bersemangat dan kemudian menghindari dia seperti dia telah menghindari dia untuk semua waktu ini. Tetapi tidak ada. Itulah tidak apa yang dia akan lakukan, kali ini tidak.Tidak seperti setengah berani ia berharap dia dia telah strutted kepadanya. Gigi adalah grit dalam penentuan dan ekspresi seluruh wajahnya memberikan aura yang kuat tujuan bahwa Naruto tanpa berpikir melakukan apa yang tampak paling masuk akal. Dia bergegas untuk kakinya dan membuat untuk jalan dari mantan tim 7 pelatihan Taman ketika Hinata menyambar kepadanya oleh belakang kerah. Ia jatuh ungracefully di punggungnya. Seperti nya tulang belikat menyentuh tanah dia merasa udara meninggalkan paru-parunya dengan cara kecepatan terlalu cepat untuk disukainya. Mulutnya jatuh terbuka.Ini mendapatkan berlebihan berbahaya, dengannya tergeletak keluar sebelum dia. Gemetar berlari punggungnya. Ia sepenuhnya pada belas kasihan Nya. Ia menemukan dengan terkejut bahwa ia bisa mungkin berpikir beberapa hal ia akan menemukan lebih menyenangkan.Hinata, di sisi lain, adalah di tempat yang ketat. Asalkan ia tegak dia merasa aman. Sekarang, dengan dia turun, napas (dia tahu tentu saja hal ini mengetuk pintu keluar dari padanya oleh musim gugur, tetapi masih...) dan semua panas dan terganggu-sekali lagi, tidak dia menjadi penyebab, tapi itu tidak cukup mencapai otaknya.Yes, Hinata Hyūga was in a tight spot indeed. Her skin was tingling, hot with a blush spreading all over her face, neck and chest. The things she could do to the boy flashed through her mind all at once and she felt overheated. She realized the ground was nearing with an alarming speed, but just as soon as that happened, it was too late.Oh boy…When he was frantically looking for means of escape, not paying attention to Hinata much really, with his eyes on everything but her, he heard a thud. He propped himself up on his elbows warily.„…Hinata-chan?" Naruto's eyes widened a fraction when he saw the girl lying on the ground. She had fainted. He exhaled with relief. At least some things didn't change. He slid down to the lying on his back. He told himself he will deal, undoubtedly, with her once he dealt with himself. His mind was a mess and thinking straight came to him even less easily than usually.In a deep corner of his brain, hidden somewhere where even he rarely peeked in, was an almost carnal consciousness of what the purpose of The Chase was. She probably did not mean to do to him all those things (he blushed madly again) that cluttered his mind.Shame."Shut up, dick." Naruto murmured exasperatedly.She most likely wanted him to simply acknowledge her presence and feelings, which, he was well aware; he's been constantly ignoring lately. On his reasoning went. And, since he refused to cooperate in any way due to his own conflicted, hormone-influenced emotions, she decided on this. He could've sworn he'd seen mischief in those pearl-white eyes of hers, but nobody would ever believe him, because, come on, she, Hyūga Hinata, wouldn't act so boldly, wasn't she better than that?Well, she had all the right to be fed up with his behavior. To have had enough.He slowly sat up. She was breathing evenly, still red as a beetroot. He swiftly turned his eyes away as soon as he noticed she still didn't zip up her sweatshirt, after their little run-in. The first thing that came to his mind wasn't to zip it up properly after all. He looked down at his hands. Treacherous bastards. They didn't seem to take orders from above as obediently when Hinata was concerned as they used to.The next thought rushing to his brain was different. He didn't see himself as a threat. His jaw clenched of its own accord. She walked looking like that through an ass-big part of the village that at this hour was swarming with males, those filthy animals possibly drooling at his Hi…He shook off the thought and gripped his hair. Damn, if he continued going that way… Hinata-chan was obviously not his; he had no claim over her. Yet.He got to his feet uncharacteristically annoyed. Ruffling the back of his head he made the few steps to the still unconscious girl and gently rested her against his back, with a clear objective to carry her to the Hyūga compound. There they would deal with her, if she of course didn't wake up before they reached their destination.As soon as Naruto set his foot down after arranging Hinata for a piggy-back ride, he felt his face heat up again. Maybe that wasn't such a good idea.When he was younger, there were girls who refused to touch him with a 5 meter stick. Because of his not-so-cool personality (yeah, since Sasuke-teme's was an ideal one for some strange reason, still unintelligible) he was rarely, if ever, approached by girls. And if, to be smacked across the face, for supposedly peeping in the bathhouse. He blamed Jiraiya. Before his training, he could clearly remember being a decent, totally not-perverted boy. And Oiroke doesn't count. Therefore his experience with girls was non-existent.Therefore he knew close to nothing when it came to feminine physique. Meaning he's never touched a boob. He inhaled sharply when Hinata's curves pressed into his back. He wasn't prepared for yet another form of torment.He gritted his teeth and took another step forward. She wasn't as steady on his back as he thought and she shifted gently to the side. That resulted in another unwelcome sigh from the boy and almost immediately after that: an inward scolding."The heck?! You certainly did not pick her up for that! You will get her safely home. Without any groping. And you stay out of it, dick. You have no say in this." Naruto angrily tried taking charge of his rebellious body. It was hard to miss that she'd filled out nicely while he was away, but actually experiencing the changes first-hand was a little too much for his heaving self control.He tried soothing his labored breathing.Yes, Hyūga Hinata was going to be the death of him.