Fifty Shades of Gennin: Chapter 12

Chapter 12

The Theft

The frame rattled softly as Hinata shut the door to her room. Her fingers were shaking. She ran most of the way here, ready to shut herself away from the world and clear her confused head. She’d blown past the other Hyuuga in the compound, hardly paying them a glance. Right now, she needed this.

Hinata crossed the room and shifted the sheets on her bed. She held her pillow, turning it over, and drew Naruto’s journal out of the case. Not the most original of hiding spots, but it had worked for her this far. 

Instead of carefully choosing a name like in the past, Hinata opened it to a random page, not caring when she found a familiar name at the top. She activated the seals and watched as Naruto’s room transposed itself over top of her own. 

On the bed in front of her, two people lay sideways, their bodies woven together.

The girl had medium-sized breasts with almost perfect shape. One of her arms was sticking straight out, while the other one reached behind her, holding onto her partner’s hip. A long blond ponytail, paler in its shade than Naruto’s bright hair, lay pooled behind her head, which had been hurled back against her partner’s muscular chest.

The partner, of course, was Naruto, who lay on his side just like the blond girl, directly behind her, with a hand on her crotch.

“Not that I’m complaining,” he said, “but I’m pretty sure you told me that you were moving on.”

Ino Yamanaka, heir of the Yamanaka clan, had been Hinata’s classmate at the academy just like Sasuke, Sakura, and Naruto himself. Along with Sakura, she had always been one of the most popular girls. Hinata didn’t hate her, but she did think Ino was often on the border between confidence and arrogance, which could make her a bit prickly. Not that the many boys who followed her doe-eyed minded much.

“I tried!” Ino gasped, her body shaking. She held onto Naruto’s wrist while his fingers dug through her insides. “This is your fault!”

“Oh?” Naruto leaned down, until his mouth was exactly above Ino’s ear. “And what did I do?”

Ino writhed under him, twisting her pretty face up  his.

“No one else makes me feel this way!” she moaned. “You’re… It’s… Oh, Kami!”

A heavy shudder hit her chest. Hinata watched her breasts shake, and her thighs constrict around Naruto’s hand, recognizing an orgasm when she saw one. Instead of giving Ino time, Naruto’s fingers continued just as they had been, making the girl groan.

This was what Hinata had been after. Just like when she watched Samui’s scene, this kind of unrelenting sex should’ve been perfect for clearing her head and enjoying herself.

Instead, Hinata stumbled back away from the bed. She couldn’t pay any attention to Ino’s orgasming body or Naruto’s unrelenting fingers, too distracted by their faces.

Their noses were brushing. Their faces were inches apart… exactly the same distance as her and Naruto’s in the sewer. The memory sprung back, confusing her all over again and beating down any budding arousal.

Hinata had to slap her own cheeks to make the feelings clear. She dragged off her clothes, tossing them aside, resolving not to give in. She would enjoy this. She could be satisfied watching, just like she always had been before.

Hinata dropped to her knees, watching Naruto’s fingers and touching herself at the same tempo, something she was becoming quite good at.

“Takes you back, doesn’t it,” Naruto asked. “This is just like that one time in Steam Country, when we were coming back from border patrol. We just used one sleeping bag back then. Good times.”

Ino’s response was to lunge up, biting his neck. He let her. Naruto slid his other hand under her body, shamelessly groping her breasts. His easy smile never waved while Ino sucked desperately at his unprotected skin.

“You were so wet that night,” he said. “Let’s see if we can get you even wetter now.”

Hinata grabbed her own chest, the way Naruto was groping Ino. She squeezed the same way he was.

Yet she felt nothing. Her hand was all wrong. It felt nothing like the gentle, yet strong fingers which had held her shoulder earlier. How would those feel, squeezing her chest.? The moment she imagined it, Hinata’s loins jumoed.

She gasped deeply, her head dipping forward. Her fingers kept moving, and the sensation returned to normal, but her heart refused to stop beating extra quickly. Just for a second, she had felt dangerously good.

She realized that her head was back in the sewers again. For the second time, she had lost her ability to focus on what was in front of her.

By the time she returned her attention to Ino and the virtual Naruto, they had switched things up.

Ino’s head was back on the bed, her eyes hazy, while Naruto’s fingers had finally slid out of her, glistening from another orgasm. Ino’s toes were curled, her whole body tense after hitting her second climax. Naruto rose up, onto his knees.

He clearly enjoyed working Ino’s body like he had, but it was time for his own pleasure. His cock stood straight up, absolutely rock hard. Hinata watched him grab Ino’s hips. He pushed the smaller blond so that she rolled over onto her stomach, flattening her breasts beneath her chest.

Naruto quickly straddled Ino’s thighs, kneeling behind her. He cupped the cheeks of her ass — which even Hinata had to admit was magnificent — pressing the soft flesh together while his cock rested between them. Ino still looked dazed, groaning when she felt the touch.

“I’m ready,” she moaned.

Naruto grinned.

Hinata shut her eyes, pressing a hand to her face. Another jolt had shot through her. Naruto’s expression was confident, a bit cocky, and hungry as he looked down at Ino’s prone body. But for a moment Hinata had seen a different grin when she looked at it— a proud one, gazing at his own work, equal parts satisfied and excited to be showing off a favorite spot of his.

Clapping flesh brought Hinata back to the moment. Naruto had buried himself in Ino with a single sharp thrust. Ino’s ass rippled as his hips collided with her, but Naruto gripped both cheeks, squeezing them and holding them in place.

Ino was still laying flat on the bed. Her chin rested directly on the sheets as her body repeatedly jerked in place, Naruto pounding her from behind. Cute mewling sounds escaped her mouth. Hinata joined them on the bed, slithering down until she was just as flat as Ino. Hinata’s chest remained propped noticeably higher than the blonde’s as there was more on her chest to press down, but it was close enough. Hinata dug her hands under her stomach, touching herself quickly as she attempted to match the speed of Naruto’s hips.

Leaning forward slightly, Naruto let go of Ino’s ass, instead wrapping his hands under her chin. He lifted her head, making Ino gasp as she was forced to look straight up, her body still flat. His grip was firm, yet gentle. Hinata knew that for a fact.

“You just can’t get enough, can you?” he teased. “I swear, your pussy is going to end up shaped like me soon.”

Ino just gasped, unable to answer properly.

Naruto chuckled. “That’s fine. All you have to do is lie there and take it. I’ll handle the rest.”

Hinata groaned even louder than Ino. She could finally feel it. The normal arousal she hadn’t been able to bring out was returning quickly. Before anything could come along and ruin it, she shut her eyes. The sounds were enough for her.

She listened to Naruto striking Ino’s softer body with his own. She heard Ino’s cute moans, muffled by the sharp angle her throat was held at. She even heard Naruto grunting, quietly, as Ino’s sopping pussy tugged at him. Hinata’s thighs twitched. Muscles all over her body clenched as she felt herself approaching a climax.

She squeezed her eyes shut even tighter, shoving her forehead against the sheets. Just as she was sure she finally had it, everything came undone.

She caught one tiny, simple noise that she’d overlooked— Naruto’s breath. It was quick, arriving in short and eager gasps. Worst of all, it was exactly like it had been in the tunnel, while he watched his seals activate, with his fingers wrapped around her shoulder…

Hinata’s fingers kept pumping, but she became acutely aware that the only touches she could feel were her own and the inanimate fabric beneath her. That single moment was enough for her body to un-tense. Her arousal passed unsatisfyingly, without a single orgasm, fading in seconds.

Gasping with frustration, Hinata’s eyes opened just in time to watch Naruto pull out of Ino. Semen launched from his cock with better aim than Hinata thought possible, arcing up so that the majority splattered down across Ino’s upturned face. The petite blonde’s eyes rolled back, while her now-empty pussy spewed an explosive final orgasm across the sheets. Hinata watched Ino twitch and shudder as the recording shut off, leaving her alone in her room again, unsatisfied.

“What am I doing?” she groaned.

The illusion of Naruto’s bed had faded from over her own, returning the sheets to their usual color. Hinata lay there on her stomach and felt suddenly cold. She sat up, rubbing her face, before setting about pulling her clothes back on.

She could’ve started up another recording if she wanted, but she didn’t feel like it. That had been all wrong. Instead of helping her relax, it only left her more confused. She sighed as she reaffixed her shirt. What was wrong with her? She almost felt as if she had a fever, and she could already notice the beginnings of a headache.

She decided to try a bath instead, and see if that would have better results. But when she opened her door, someone else pushed their way inside.

Hinata stumbled back, nearly suffering a heart attack from the surprise. When she recognized who it was, her discomfort got even worse. Hanabi stood in the middle of her room, her features twisted with suspicion.

“What is that?” demanded the heiress.

She wasn’t looking directly at Hinata, but instead past her. Hinata’s hands began to shake.

“It’s my bed, Heiress,” she said, and despite everything, her voice remained level.

Hanabi looked annoyed. “Not the bed! What’s on it!”

She darted forward. Hinata tried to cut her off, but Hanabi was faster. She always was.

Hinata’s stomach flooded with fear as she watched Hanabi pick up Naruto’s journal from among her sheets. She hadn’t rehidden it yet, not imagining she would need to before stepping out. And it wouldn’t have mattered, anyway, because the veins around Hanabi’s eyes were bulging.

Hinata watched in pained silence while her sister stood totally still, reading the pages through the shut cover. She held onto a final hope that Hanabi wouldn’t understand what it meant, but when the smaller girl turned  her, that hope evaporated.

“Hinata,” she said. “What is this?”

It was the same question, now asked in a heavy voice, tinged by an unreadable concoction of emotions.

“It’s a book,” Hinata said.

“Stop playing dumb!” Hanabi screamed, throwing out the arm holding the journal.

Hinata stared at her in stunned silence. She hadn’t heard her sister be so loud since she was a crying baby, held in the arms of their nurse. Hanabi seemed surprised herself, taking a shaken breath.

“This book is Naruto’s, isn't it,” she said.

Hinata chose not to lie. “It is.”

“Have you read it?”

“What does it matter if I have?”

“Have you read it?!”

Hinata stepped back as her sister yelled for a second time, unable to help glancing at the open door to see if they were attracting a crowd. Mercifully, no one had appeared yet.

“I’ve read parts,” she admitted softly. “Only a few pages.”

Hanabi visibly relaxed, but only slightly. Her fingers were tight around the book’s cover.

“Good,” she said. “Yes, that’s good. I’m glad…” Her features hardened. “I’m taking this.”

She started  the door, but this time, Hinata moved quick enough to block her way.

“No,” she told her sister. “That book isn’t mine. It’s Naruto’s.”

“It was in your room,” Hanabi said stubbornly.

“Because I was borrowing it,” Hinata said. “He needs it back. I will not let you have it!”

“Good! When he wants it, you can tell him to come and get it from me himself!”

Hinata grabbed the book. Hanabi was so surprised that she nearly lost her grip on it. The book ended up directly between them, being tugged in two directions.

“I said I’m taking it!” Hanabi insisted.

“You can’t let me have anything, can you!” Hinata snarled, making Hanabi flinch at the uncharacteristic tone.

“Anything else,” Hanabi pleaded. “I’ll help you get whatever you want, as long as it isn’t this! So just let go!”

Hanabi’s left hand came off the book. Hinata felt a misguided sense of short-lived triumph. Any ideas that she had won were quickly burned out of her.

She stumbled back, looking down at her own chest, which felt on fire. Hanabi’s hand was still raised from striking her. Hanabi hadn’t deactivated her Byakugan since entering the room, but it faded now, as she watched Hinata drop to her knees.

“I… I didn’t mean… You were just…!” Hanabi stuttered, clutching the hard-won journal in her hands. She stepped forward, starting to bend down to Hinata, only to freeze.

Hinata couldn’t speak. The Tenketsu in her chest had been temporarily sealed, robbing her of her voice. It was a pain she’d felt before, but not for a long time; one that hurt so badly you were certain it couldn’t be temporary, even though it was. Her whole chest was filled with fire. And for every bit of physical pain, her mind ached just as badly.

It was the same move that her sister used to end their original duel. Hinata had fallen then just like she had now, under the disappointed gaze of her father, forced to silently listen to gossip sweeping the onlookers. She had been helpless back then. And now… nothing had changed. The moment she had something, here was her sister, sweeping in to tear it away from her.

Two decades of hatred, forever pushed down, bubbled to the surface. It wasn’t all about Hanabi. In fact, most of it wasn’t. But in that moment, every last drop of anger was directed at the girl, Hinata expressing it all in a single glare.

Which was why Hanabi froze, her hands reaching toward her sister. Hinata could see it: Hanabi believed that if she stayed here now, Hinata would really kill her. The girl flinched. Slowly, with hesitating steps, she backed away, then tucked her head down and sprinted from the room.

Hinata dropped the rest of the way onto the floor. Her chest made thinking difficult. Her breath came in unsatisfying gasps. It would pass, she repeated to herself like a mantra. It would pass. It would pass.

She wished, even more desperately than she had on the bed, for those soft yet firm fingers to squeeze her shoulder again. The pain didn’t even let her think about who they had belonged to. She just knew, with that touch, she could weather this.

But of course it wasn’t there. So the pain passed slowly — so slowly — while she hunkered on the floor of her room. When it finally cleared enough for her to find her feet, she didn’t hesitate to shut the open door and lean her weight against it. Her hands were both clenched into fists. Her breathing was uneven, but not from pain anymore.

Hinata was livid. And she knew, this time, there was no way she could let things lie.

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