WARNING: Shit is gonna get fucked up long before it's fucked up. You have been warned, don't bitch at me.
Disclaim-thy-shit: Naruto isn't mine. 'cause it isn't. Also, did you hear that siren? STEER THE BOAT JASON!
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The place she lived in was opulent, fitting only the most noble and rich of tastes. Her room held a gigantic bed sheathed in silks and with pillows made from the finest down. Her closet was filled with dresses and clothes that were worth as much as several tracts of land all by themselves.
But the truth was, it was all a prison. Here in the Land of Lightning, all she meant to the people around her was a glorified P-O-W. Suffering in silence was her way of life now, with more guards around her than even a daimyo especially now that she had finally become useful.
After all, what they wanted from her wasn't -her-. It was something far worse. Her silver-toned eyes drifted weakly from the view outside to the bundle settled in a basket near her bed. Everything before that had been acceptable, she could take all the punishment in the world after all.
But her child was another story. Even if she never wanted to see the newborn baby girl's father ever again.
But Destiny is a funny thing.
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In another world, Hinata Hyuuga wouldn't have seen a rock inside of the Land of Lightning until she was sixteen. But, here she was now inside a mansion in that land at fourteen.
Still, at least now she had the experience to recognize the difference between the clay-like earth that dominated the landscape and the boulder rolling listlessly up to the wall. To be fair, Hinata's usage of the byakugan might have gave her an unfair advantage over her guards.
So it was somewhat appropriate when the night suddenly filled with the sounds of Hell unleashed. The cries of men were unleashed, only to suddenly go silent. All in all, it was enough noise to attract the teen's attention from her worried state.
The whole manor was engulfed in flames, or so she thought from all the smoke flooding through the area. No, wait, -it is on fire-! She realized with a frightened squeak, hustling as fast as her robe would let her to the baby's side. And that was when her heart stopped, because there was a figure standing over her child. Another frightened mewl led to them turning their head, a fanged smile on his tanned face.
"Hey, Miss! You ready to go home?"
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"Are you sure this is okay, Hokage-sama? I mean, usually we only send him out for more... straightforward missions."
"I'm afraid it's out of my hands, Hiashi."
"W-what?! What do you mean it's "out of your hands?!"
"He wanted the mission."
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"W-who are you?" Hinata asked, shakily moving into the form of jyuuken she still remembered from her childhood. There was no way she could take down the man who'd be able to sneak past all her guards, but she could at least protect her child with her life.
"Heheh," The man giggled with glee, face fixed in a vulpine grin, "My name's Naruto. And I'm the guy who got tasked with bringing the Princess home, lucky me, right? Come on, Miss Hinata," He held a hand out to her, "Let's get the baby and go home, 'kay, beautiful?"
She didn't know why, but suddenly she was reaching out to take his hand. Things were changing in mere moments as his eyes opened and she stared into deep blue. And she felt her face heating up even from his words, that sounded so sincere they might as well have been spoken truth.
"Hold tight to her, this ride's gonna be bumpy!"
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"Ningen here, Ojou-sama plus one is aboard, rendezvous in fifteen."
He hadn't been kidding, for near an eternity (actually ten minutes, but Hinata certainly didn't know that much) she'd had to fight screaming in fright with every hard leap. The only thing that prevented her from doing so (besides said crippling fear) was keeping her child close to her.
But really, by the time her nightmare made real was over, she was still scared. Where was "home" to this man, and why had she been so willing to abandon the comfort of captivity just because of his grin. She found herself looking up at the man's face as he stopped and settled her down next to a horse-drawn wagon.
"Hehehe, that was kind of scary for you, wasn't it? I'm sorry," Naruto held up his hands clapped together with a cheeky look. Hinata's eyes took in his features, especially the whisker marks across his cheeks. Though she could tell he was a shinobi simply from the form of his dress, she only vaguely recalled the particular style of uniform. Konoha. He's from Konoha! She realized, as the puzzle fit into place. "Well you can catch your breath while we wait for my superiors, I'm kind of surprised the baby didn't wake up."
That last comment jarred her, looking down into the bundle at the face of her daughter. He was right, she -was- still asleep. "A-ah..." She murmured, "Your... superiors?" She asked, unsure of how else to start a conversation with the young man.
"Ah, yeah. I think they're more appropriately called my "handlers" but they do outrank me, so- Ah, you don't care about that." That perpetual grin was marred by his laugh. Hinata liked the sound of him laughing, it was deep and just on the side of baritone. "They'll be here shortly, so let's get you bundled up here in the carriage and we'll be on our way home. You look tired."
She wanted to argue, but suddenly the world was spinning. His arms were around her and she was asleep before she even had a chance to let go of the baby.
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Naruto Uzumaki was, amongst many things, a dreamer. When he'd first become a ninja this was the kind of assignment he'd expect on the daily. Rescuing a princess was, after all, the quintessential good guy act.
The real problem, however, was the fact Naruto had a fetish. Something that had been lost in translation between his faux-Grandfather's talks of the Will of Fire, his Godfather's romanticizing the life of a ninja and of a womanizer, and the fact that nearly his whole life he'd been surrounded by the closest things one could call "Princess" in some manner.
So we find ourselves staring at Naruto through the eyes of one Kakashi Hatake. The young blonde is chewing idly on the end of a pipe and expelling what the jounin assumed were supposed to be smoke rings. The teen apparently hadn't yet figured out the secret to that little technique.
"Naruto."
"Yeah, Kakashi-sensei?"
"You can't propose marriage to this one." Unlike the other three. Kakashi thought wryly, already knowing what reaction he'd get. Hiashi's attempts at dissuading the blonde hadn't gone any better.
"Watch me, motherfucker."
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Bum-duma-dun-dunna-bum-bum!
Disclaim-thy-shit: Naruto isn't mine. 'cause it isn't. Also, did you hear that siren? STEER THE BOAT JASON!
________________________________________________________________
The place she lived in was opulent, fitting only the most noble and rich of tastes. Her room held a gigantic bed sheathed in silks and with pillows made from the finest down. Her closet was filled with dresses and clothes that were worth as much as several tracts of land all by themselves.
But the truth was, it was all a prison. Here in the Land of Lightning, all she meant to the people around her was a glorified P-O-W. Suffering in silence was her way of life now, with more guards around her than even a daimyo especially now that she had finally become useful.
After all, what they wanted from her wasn't -her-. It was something far worse. Her silver-toned eyes drifted weakly from the view outside to the bundle settled in a basket near her bed. Everything before that had been acceptable, she could take all the punishment in the world after all.
But her child was another story. Even if she never wanted to see the newborn baby girl's father ever again.
But Destiny is a funny thing.
_______________________________________________
In another world, Hinata Hyuuga wouldn't have seen a rock inside of the Land of Lightning until she was sixteen. But, here she was now inside a mansion in that land at fourteen.
Still, at least now she had the experience to recognize the difference between the clay-like earth that dominated the landscape and the boulder rolling listlessly up to the wall. To be fair, Hinata's usage of the byakugan might have gave her an unfair advantage over her guards.
So it was somewhat appropriate when the night suddenly filled with the sounds of Hell unleashed. The cries of men were unleashed, only to suddenly go silent. All in all, it was enough noise to attract the teen's attention from her worried state.
The whole manor was engulfed in flames, or so she thought from all the smoke flooding through the area. No, wait, -it is on fire-! She realized with a frightened squeak, hustling as fast as her robe would let her to the baby's side. And that was when her heart stopped, because there was a figure standing over her child. Another frightened mewl led to them turning their head, a fanged smile on his tanned face.
"Hey, Miss! You ready to go home?"
___________________________________________________
"Are you sure this is okay, Hokage-sama? I mean, usually we only send him out for more... straightforward missions."
"I'm afraid it's out of my hands, Hiashi."
"W-what?! What do you mean it's "out of your hands?!"
"He wanted the mission."
______________________________________________________
"W-who are you?" Hinata asked, shakily moving into the form of jyuuken she still remembered from her childhood. There was no way she could take down the man who'd be able to sneak past all her guards, but she could at least protect her child with her life.
"Heheh," The man giggled with glee, face fixed in a vulpine grin, "My name's Naruto. And I'm the guy who got tasked with bringing the Princess home, lucky me, right? Come on, Miss Hinata," He held a hand out to her, "Let's get the baby and go home, 'kay, beautiful?"
She didn't know why, but suddenly she was reaching out to take his hand. Things were changing in mere moments as his eyes opened and she stared into deep blue. And she felt her face heating up even from his words, that sounded so sincere they might as well have been spoken truth.
"Hold tight to her, this ride's gonna be bumpy!"
______________________________________________________
"Ningen here, Ojou-sama plus one is aboard, rendezvous in fifteen."
He hadn't been kidding, for near an eternity (actually ten minutes, but Hinata certainly didn't know that much) she'd had to fight screaming in fright with every hard leap. The only thing that prevented her from doing so (besides said crippling fear) was keeping her child close to her.
But really, by the time her nightmare made real was over, she was still scared. Where was "home" to this man, and why had she been so willing to abandon the comfort of captivity just because of his grin. She found herself looking up at the man's face as he stopped and settled her down next to a horse-drawn wagon.
"Hehehe, that was kind of scary for you, wasn't it? I'm sorry," Naruto held up his hands clapped together with a cheeky look. Hinata's eyes took in his features, especially the whisker marks across his cheeks. Though she could tell he was a shinobi simply from the form of his dress, she only vaguely recalled the particular style of uniform. Konoha. He's from Konoha! She realized, as the puzzle fit into place. "Well you can catch your breath while we wait for my superiors, I'm kind of surprised the baby didn't wake up."
That last comment jarred her, looking down into the bundle at the face of her daughter. He was right, she -was- still asleep. "A-ah..." She murmured, "Your... superiors?" She asked, unsure of how else to start a conversation with the young man.
"Ah, yeah. I think they're more appropriately called my "handlers" but they do outrank me, so- Ah, you don't care about that." That perpetual grin was marred by his laugh. Hinata liked the sound of him laughing, it was deep and just on the side of baritone. "They'll be here shortly, so let's get you bundled up here in the carriage and we'll be on our way home. You look tired."
She wanted to argue, but suddenly the world was spinning. His arms were around her and she was asleep before she even had a chance to let go of the baby.
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Naruto Uzumaki was, amongst many things, a dreamer. When he'd first become a ninja this was the kind of assignment he'd expect on the daily. Rescuing a princess was, after all, the quintessential good guy act.
The real problem, however, was the fact Naruto had a fetish. Something that had been lost in translation between his faux-Grandfather's talks of the Will of Fire, his Godfather's romanticizing the life of a ninja and of a womanizer, and the fact that nearly his whole life he'd been surrounded by the closest things one could call "Princess" in some manner.
So we find ourselves staring at Naruto through the eyes of one Kakashi Hatake. The young blonde is chewing idly on the end of a pipe and expelling what the jounin assumed were supposed to be smoke rings. The teen apparently hadn't yet figured out the secret to that little technique.
"Naruto."
"Yeah, Kakashi-sensei?"
"You can't propose marriage to this one." Unlike the other three. Kakashi thought wryly, already knowing what reaction he'd get. Hiashi's attempts at dissuading the blonde hadn't gone any better.
"Watch me, motherfucker."
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Bum-duma-dun-dunna-bum-bum!