[Naruto] NejiHina Smut Themes 11-15
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Rating: NC-17
Summary: Third set of the slightly maybe sex-related drabbles.
Notes: the more this goes on, the tamer those get. Ah well. No, really.
11. Lost
Neji gives up on the idea of being on time at the ANBU meeting when he walks back into the bedroom after his shower and he finds Hinata on top of the bed with two fingers slipping in and out of her, her weight propped on her other elbow so she can look straight in his eyes and she spreads her thighs a little more under his gaze before removing her fingers and lifting them to her mouth, where she starts licking and sucking the glistening juices with careful expertise.
12. Vitamins
Neji's eyes raked up and down the grocery list that had been put together. By Hinata, reason demanded he admitted. After all, the handwriting was hers, and so was the house.
He cleared his throat.
"Chocolate, oysters, and – bananas, Hinata-sama?"
She looked up from the clan papers that she was, he was sure, muddying as much as she could for the clan council.
He didn't ask what they were about, having enough experience in dealing with underdogs in positions of authority by this point to know when it was better for his sanity to just Not Ask. It was a lesson every of the Rookie Nine had learnt, and which came even more useful to Neji than to everyone else, because he had Hinata to contend with, on top of the Rokudaime.
Sometimes he regretted that Hinata hadn't chosen some other role model among the famous ninjas Konoha had produced.
Such as Uchiha Itachi.
After all, the man had been a psychopath, but he'd only slaughtered his clan.
Though with Neji's luck, had Hinata pulled such a trick, he'd have been the one she'd have chosen to let live – and, on reflection, dealing with both Hinata and Naruto (unpredictable, never-give-up, change-the-world types, but above all sadists) was still preferable to being Uchiha Sasuke.
Hinata smiled at him.
Neji checked the shiver that wanted to run from the nape of his neck downwards. It wasn't entirely a pleasant feeling. Hinata was scary when she was in paperwork mode.
"It's very healthy food, Neji-niisan. Chocolate is useful in controlling my caffeine consumption, fresh seafood," she said reasonably, "is a rare enough delicacy that it should be enjoyed whenever possible, and – I like bananas."
She smiled again.
He found himself swallowing past a sudden knot in his throat.
Unease wanted to take the shape of a shift, but most predators, Neji knew, were highly perceptive of movements. If a prey wanted to live, its best bet was to stay still until the predator's attention was attracted somewhere else. Alas, it went against every 'FLEE FLEE NOW' survival instinct nature had ingrained in Neji's brains. Tiny, tiny bird brains, he thought sourly when his body, in spite of his every order, did, in fact, shift.
Hinata's smile was slightly fixed.
"Healthy," Neji leaped somewhat desperately – his mind might have been reviewing the different ways it was dangerous to provoke Hinata when she was in the process of coming up with new, er, occupations for the clan council.
Hinata's imagination was twisted at the best of times, but with too many outlets it tended to turn against her. Neji was mildly relieved whenever he thought Hinata was too bad at genjutsu to have her mind spring one on herself.
The clan head's expression relaxed slightly, and Neji almost sighed in relief. Almost as if wandering, Hinata's eyes slid back to the papers in front of her.
"Yes, very healthy," she echoed, her voice a distracted murmur. "Wonderful for physical exercise," she added.
Neji let it go.
He'd known that the chances that she was speaking about vitamins had been mediocre at best.
13. House
"As Hinata-sama can see, the window panels of this room do not close the whole way, and the previous inhabitants of the house used the room as a living room for this reason."
Hinata looked around the room.
It would be too spacious for someone living alone, but for a head of clan such as her, a house with bigger spaces would be useful. A head of clan would often find his or her quarters transformed into semi-public places, after all, and her own father received unannounced yet oddly official visits from members of the Hyuuga Council at least once a week.
It was more or less what Hinata was trying to avoid by moving out of the main Hyuuga residence.
Hopefully, if she (and maybe Neji) did, then more families would move to individual houses and leave the big compounds for communal life.
She had an inkling this change in traditions would prove more popular among the Branch House than it had been with the Council when she'd dropped a mention of her intentions, but even a few of them had looked tempted by the possibility of leading a family life that wouldn't be regulated by the clan's rules and under the watchfulness of the whole community. Hanabi, for one, was rooting for it.
Walking toward the offending windows, she proceeded to close and open them. It got jammed about an inch from full closure. At least that was what she thought when she looked at the bottom, but looking up, she noticed that the open space was less than half of that at the top.
Bad workmanship, she diagnosed. Or at least, if not bad – it was the only problem that had been brought to her attention so far – at least rushed.
The distinction of treatment between Branch and Main House struck again.
Only some Branch House families had inhabited private houses, based on a system that combined rewards for a brilliant shinobi career in the village and unwavering fealty to the Main House. And a few other, less common cases that shouldn't be allowed to grow close to other Branch House families so as not to pervert them. Hinata knew that Neji had grown in a private house, at least after his father had died.
More to the point, no Main House would have accepted less than a perfect job from non-Hyuuga, civilian repairmen. (There were no carpenters, plumbers or masons amongst the Hyuuga. Hinata had made a note of it when she was still a genin, when Kiba had talked about a cousin of his that was apprenticing as a mason.)
Branch House families didn't have the money. Or the reputation to demand the workers worked for one or two days more.
She nodded. "Yes, it seems a good idea. The room faces south."
The Main House member who'd taken it upon himself to show her around looked distinctly unhappy.
Members of the Council had apparently decided it'd be better if her moving was framed by their services, and this man was the son of one of the members, but Hinata supposed he would have liked it better if he'd been able to report that Hinata-sama wasn't interested in any of the houses he owned. She could only hope it was because doing otherwise would make his relations with his parents tense, and not because of the Council's stupid plan to try and have her fail to move out.
She surmised their expectation was that as the Hyuuga heir, she had only ever been used to luxury and space, and wouldn't go for anything under these standards.
They'd managed to forget, again, that she was a ninja. And that, as a ninja, and one who hadn't been restricted to Fire Country business, unlike some Main House members who'd been prized more highly for their usefulness to the clan when she was younger, she'd witnessed more living styles than they could remember. Including some that made the Main House residence look like a charity hospital. (But then, they'd only need to drop by the apartments reserved to foreign diplomats when they stayed in Konoha to learn that.)
"What do you think, Neji-niisan?" she added as she turned back to face him.
Neji was leaning against the door-frame, his arms crossed, wearing an expression that Hinata suspected was designed to put the other man as ill at ease as possible. It seemed to be working, as the Main House member shifted and looked away.
At her words, he uncrossed his arms and stepped forward until he was standing next to her, examining the windows himself. Out of the corner of her eye, Hinata noticed the man shift again. She found it hard to believe that he was technically a Leaf ninja. Did he mean to broadcoast his sentiments? And, if he did, did he actually truly think it would prompt the two of them to change their behaviour?
"Repairs should be envisaged and repainting the walls is necessary, but otherwise this room seems adequate."
Hinata held her giggle back when the other man bristled at Neji's tone, a second before his eyes widened.
Ah, yes, he wouldn't be used to critiques, particularly from a Branch House member, would he?
Maybe she'd do well to start inflicting Neji's special brand of honesty on more representants of the Main House. Hopefully it'd make things change sooner. On the other hand, that'd probably imply reducing Neji's activities out of the Hyuuga compound, and, well, she couldn't do that. Maybe try to create more occasions for him to speak with tenants of the traditionalist part of the Council?...
She'd have to ask him. Maybe the repetition of such encounters would irritate him, though she doubted it.
She filed the idea away, in the part of her mind that had occasionally been referred to, though never in her presence, as her Naruto power-tripping sadistic streak. By her friends.
The people she used it against would never have dreamed of using such words.
(The first time Neji had reported to her that one of the Council members had called her 'that bitch', once he'd believed no-one was listening behind the closed door, had been an occasion to celebrate. Eavesdropping wasn't something either she or Neji were in the habit of doing, either, but she'd managed to load them with particularly petty money questions on that day, right after they'd spent two months painstakingly redrawing a new order of budget, and she'd really wanted to know how badly they would take it.)
"Maybe you would like to see the k-kitchen now, Hinata-sama?" the man hastily asked, in a tone that obviously wanted to pretend he hadn't heard Neji's words, but failed miserably.
He stumbled on the word 'kitchen' as if he was embarrassed of pronouncing it in matters relating to her, as if the head of the Hyuuga didn't eat, maybe, or should leave such down-to-earth matters to a bunch of servants.
Obviously being an active ninja and a head of clan were mutually exclusive.
Hinata wondered if her father had had to deal with it, but she couldn't imagine him ever being confronted to this kind of difficulty. Everyone had known Hiashi to be an exceptional fighter.
The corner of Neji's lips curled slightly at the man's obvious discomfort.
She suddenly turned toward the Main House man.
"I would like to see the bedroom," she uttered clearly. Neji's sharp eyes zeroed on her and narrowed slightly.
Yes.
She smiled pleasantly as the man opened his mouth to say something, closed it again, and finally nodded gravely before turning and opening the nearest door.
Stepping inside, she could hear the rustle of fabric as Neji wordlessly followed.
She made a show of looking around – facing south again, and probably about the same size as her current bedroom, she quickly noted – before she turned and smiled at the man. He was warily eyeing Neji, whose eyes were fixed on her.
"Thank you, Satoshi-san. Neji-niisan and I will continue the visit by ourselves."
Her eyes crinkled a little as she smiled. Relief surged through her when the man recoiled but neither hesitated nor protested before bowing and taking his leave.
She couldn't shake the wonder that it really did work, tranquilly stating her order and fail to provide an explanation or an apology. She kept waiting for someone to call on her bluff.
It was different with Council meetings. For some reason, she had an easier time facing them than giving individual orders. Maybe it was related to her dislike of the Hyuuga council in one case, and her uneasiness at the idea that she might be abusing her authority in the other.
Once the steps of the Main House man had faded away, barred by the sound of the entrance door being pulled shut, she walked up to Neji, resting her hand on his upper arm as she leaned up to kiss him. His arms were crossed again, tense.
"That," Neji grouched after she broke the kiss, "was not in any way subtle."
"No, it wasn't," she readily agreed.
But it had done the job, hadn't it?
They were alone, and a lot more quickly than if Hinata had simpered her way around the subject. And – sad as it was – this way aroused much less suspicions. People rarely question a straightforward order when it comes from a legitimate authority; they are much more likely to try looking underneath the underneath if said authority takes precautions to manipulate them. Or at least Hyuuga did; perhaps because of their acute aptitudes for reading body language.
Neji's hand came to rest on her waist.
Hinata took the last step that separated their two bodies. At once, Neji grabbed her hips and ground against her, his hardness evidence that he was affected as well, making her a little weak in the knees.
There was no support in their immediate surroundings, no handy wall for one of them to lean against or for her to be pinned to, so they sank to the ground in common agreement.
14. Clan
Hinata has a figure like an hourglass.
Every time they arrive at a clan council that began fifteen minutes earlier and there are disapproving sniffs at how the heir can— and Hiashi's face turns just a little stonier, Neji wants to reply that they're not late. He knows, he measures time on Hinata's body.
15. Family
Trying to remember how he'd let himself be talked into this, and wondering what kind of punishment he will set for the culprit once he can pinpoint their identity, Neji knows he must look distant and remote, gazing at the horizon. The landscape on the southwest of Konoha is one of the most bucolic settings near the village – soft hills rather than the gigantic trees after which the village is named.
He avoids looking at the typical red and white checked tablecloth, the matched napkins scattered between emptied plates, and the couple of baskets close by. All objects claiming for the world to see that a picnic has just been had in this very place, and blatant proof of his team's nefarious scheming for driving him round the bend.
Right now, they're playing down the hill; the Inuzuka punk is up against the other two, but Neji gives it a couple of minutes before the precarious alliances shift or they get bored of the game entirely. The soft summer breeze carries the sounds of their laughter – and, in some cases, yelling and barking – but loses their actual words.
They aren't looking at him.
At them, he corrects himself as Hinata languidly shifts next to him, her hand down his pants, caressing his erection with butterfly daintiness. She's smiling; out of the corner of his eyes, he can see that she's looking at him.
He keeps his back ramrod straight and his stare fixed on his genins, hoping like nothing else that they won't look up.
A nail brushing on his shaft makes him take a hitched breath.
"Hinata-sama," he tries anyway, "the children—"
"They're not looking," she says in an affectionate, husky tone as she angles her body closer to his. "And if they are, we are only talking."
Famous last words, but Neji's rather morbid line of thought is cut off by the expert thing Hinata does then, and she muses, "Look at it this way, it could be worse; you have no Hyuuga on your team."
Author:
runespoor7Rating: NC-17
Summary: Third set of the slightly maybe sex-related drabbles.
Notes: the more this goes on, the tamer those get. Ah well. No, really.
11. Lost
Neji gives up on the idea of being on time at the ANBU meeting when he walks back into the bedroom after his shower and he finds Hinata on top of the bed with two fingers slipping in and out of her, her weight propped on her other elbow so she can look straight in his eyes and she spreads her thighs a little more under his gaze before removing her fingers and lifting them to her mouth, where she starts licking and sucking the glistening juices with careful expertise.
12. Vitamins
Neji's eyes raked up and down the grocery list that had been put together. By Hinata, reason demanded he admitted. After all, the handwriting was hers, and so was the house.
He cleared his throat.
"Chocolate, oysters, and – bananas, Hinata-sama?"
She looked up from the clan papers that she was, he was sure, muddying as much as she could for the clan council.
He didn't ask what they were about, having enough experience in dealing with underdogs in positions of authority by this point to know when it was better for his sanity to just Not Ask. It was a lesson every of the Rookie Nine had learnt, and which came even more useful to Neji than to everyone else, because he had Hinata to contend with, on top of the Rokudaime.
Sometimes he regretted that Hinata hadn't chosen some other role model among the famous ninjas Konoha had produced.
Such as Uchiha Itachi.
After all, the man had been a psychopath, but he'd only slaughtered his clan.
Though with Neji's luck, had Hinata pulled such a trick, he'd have been the one she'd have chosen to let live – and, on reflection, dealing with both Hinata and Naruto (unpredictable, never-give-up, change-the-world types, but above all sadists) was still preferable to being Uchiha Sasuke.
Hinata smiled at him.
Neji checked the shiver that wanted to run from the nape of his neck downwards. It wasn't entirely a pleasant feeling. Hinata was scary when she was in paperwork mode.
"It's very healthy food, Neji-niisan. Chocolate is useful in controlling my caffeine consumption, fresh seafood," she said reasonably, "is a rare enough delicacy that it should be enjoyed whenever possible, and – I like bananas."
She smiled again.
He found himself swallowing past a sudden knot in his throat.
Unease wanted to take the shape of a shift, but most predators, Neji knew, were highly perceptive of movements. If a prey wanted to live, its best bet was to stay still until the predator's attention was attracted somewhere else. Alas, it went against every 'FLEE FLEE NOW' survival instinct nature had ingrained in Neji's brains. Tiny, tiny bird brains, he thought sourly when his body, in spite of his every order, did, in fact, shift.
Hinata's smile was slightly fixed.
"Healthy," Neji leaped somewhat desperately – his mind might have been reviewing the different ways it was dangerous to provoke Hinata when she was in the process of coming up with new, er, occupations for the clan council.
Hinata's imagination was twisted at the best of times, but with too many outlets it tended to turn against her. Neji was mildly relieved whenever he thought Hinata was too bad at genjutsu to have her mind spring one on herself.
The clan head's expression relaxed slightly, and Neji almost sighed in relief. Almost as if wandering, Hinata's eyes slid back to the papers in front of her.
"Yes, very healthy," she echoed, her voice a distracted murmur. "Wonderful for physical exercise," she added.
Neji let it go.
He'd known that the chances that she was speaking about vitamins had been mediocre at best.
13. House
"As Hinata-sama can see, the window panels of this room do not close the whole way, and the previous inhabitants of the house used the room as a living room for this reason."
Hinata looked around the room.
It would be too spacious for someone living alone, but for a head of clan such as her, a house with bigger spaces would be useful. A head of clan would often find his or her quarters transformed into semi-public places, after all, and her own father received unannounced yet oddly official visits from members of the Hyuuga Council at least once a week.
It was more or less what Hinata was trying to avoid by moving out of the main Hyuuga residence.
Hopefully, if she (and maybe Neji) did, then more families would move to individual houses and leave the big compounds for communal life.
She had an inkling this change in traditions would prove more popular among the Branch House than it had been with the Council when she'd dropped a mention of her intentions, but even a few of them had looked tempted by the possibility of leading a family life that wouldn't be regulated by the clan's rules and under the watchfulness of the whole community. Hanabi, for one, was rooting for it.
Walking toward the offending windows, she proceeded to close and open them. It got jammed about an inch from full closure. At least that was what she thought when she looked at the bottom, but looking up, she noticed that the open space was less than half of that at the top.
Bad workmanship, she diagnosed. Or at least, if not bad – it was the only problem that had been brought to her attention so far – at least rushed.
The distinction of treatment between Branch and Main House struck again.
Only some Branch House families had inhabited private houses, based on a system that combined rewards for a brilliant shinobi career in the village and unwavering fealty to the Main House. And a few other, less common cases that shouldn't be allowed to grow close to other Branch House families so as not to pervert them. Hinata knew that Neji had grown in a private house, at least after his father had died.
More to the point, no Main House would have accepted less than a perfect job from non-Hyuuga, civilian repairmen. (There were no carpenters, plumbers or masons amongst the Hyuuga. Hinata had made a note of it when she was still a genin, when Kiba had talked about a cousin of his that was apprenticing as a mason.)
Branch House families didn't have the money. Or the reputation to demand the workers worked for one or two days more.
She nodded. "Yes, it seems a good idea. The room faces south."
The Main House member who'd taken it upon himself to show her around looked distinctly unhappy.
Members of the Council had apparently decided it'd be better if her moving was framed by their services, and this man was the son of one of the members, but Hinata supposed he would have liked it better if he'd been able to report that Hinata-sama wasn't interested in any of the houses he owned. She could only hope it was because doing otherwise would make his relations with his parents tense, and not because of the Council's stupid plan to try and have her fail to move out.
She surmised their expectation was that as the Hyuuga heir, she had only ever been used to luxury and space, and wouldn't go for anything under these standards.
They'd managed to forget, again, that she was a ninja. And that, as a ninja, and one who hadn't been restricted to Fire Country business, unlike some Main House members who'd been prized more highly for their usefulness to the clan when she was younger, she'd witnessed more living styles than they could remember. Including some that made the Main House residence look like a charity hospital. (But then, they'd only need to drop by the apartments reserved to foreign diplomats when they stayed in Konoha to learn that.)
"What do you think, Neji-niisan?" she added as she turned back to face him.
Neji was leaning against the door-frame, his arms crossed, wearing an expression that Hinata suspected was designed to put the other man as ill at ease as possible. It seemed to be working, as the Main House member shifted and looked away.
At her words, he uncrossed his arms and stepped forward until he was standing next to her, examining the windows himself. Out of the corner of her eye, Hinata noticed the man shift again. She found it hard to believe that he was technically a Leaf ninja. Did he mean to broadcoast his sentiments? And, if he did, did he actually truly think it would prompt the two of them to change their behaviour?
"Repairs should be envisaged and repainting the walls is necessary, but otherwise this room seems adequate."
Hinata held her giggle back when the other man bristled at Neji's tone, a second before his eyes widened.
Ah, yes, he wouldn't be used to critiques, particularly from a Branch House member, would he?
Maybe she'd do well to start inflicting Neji's special brand of honesty on more representants of the Main House. Hopefully it'd make things change sooner. On the other hand, that'd probably imply reducing Neji's activities out of the Hyuuga compound, and, well, she couldn't do that. Maybe try to create more occasions for him to speak with tenants of the traditionalist part of the Council?...
She'd have to ask him. Maybe the repetition of such encounters would irritate him, though she doubted it.
She filed the idea away, in the part of her mind that had occasionally been referred to, though never in her presence, as her Naruto power-tripping sadistic streak. By her friends.
The people she used it against would never have dreamed of using such words.
(The first time Neji had reported to her that one of the Council members had called her 'that bitch', once he'd believed no-one was listening behind the closed door, had been an occasion to celebrate. Eavesdropping wasn't something either she or Neji were in the habit of doing, either, but she'd managed to load them with particularly petty money questions on that day, right after they'd spent two months painstakingly redrawing a new order of budget, and she'd really wanted to know how badly they would take it.)
"Maybe you would like to see the k-kitchen now, Hinata-sama?" the man hastily asked, in a tone that obviously wanted to pretend he hadn't heard Neji's words, but failed miserably.
He stumbled on the word 'kitchen' as if he was embarrassed of pronouncing it in matters relating to her, as if the head of the Hyuuga didn't eat, maybe, or should leave such down-to-earth matters to a bunch of servants.
Obviously being an active ninja and a head of clan were mutually exclusive.
Hinata wondered if her father had had to deal with it, but she couldn't imagine him ever being confronted to this kind of difficulty. Everyone had known Hiashi to be an exceptional fighter.
The corner of Neji's lips curled slightly at the man's obvious discomfort.
She suddenly turned toward the Main House man.
"I would like to see the bedroom," she uttered clearly. Neji's sharp eyes zeroed on her and narrowed slightly.
Yes.
She smiled pleasantly as the man opened his mouth to say something, closed it again, and finally nodded gravely before turning and opening the nearest door.
Stepping inside, she could hear the rustle of fabric as Neji wordlessly followed.
She made a show of looking around – facing south again, and probably about the same size as her current bedroom, she quickly noted – before she turned and smiled at the man. He was warily eyeing Neji, whose eyes were fixed on her.
"Thank you, Satoshi-san. Neji-niisan and I will continue the visit by ourselves."
Her eyes crinkled a little as she smiled. Relief surged through her when the man recoiled but neither hesitated nor protested before bowing and taking his leave.
She couldn't shake the wonder that it really did work, tranquilly stating her order and fail to provide an explanation or an apology. She kept waiting for someone to call on her bluff.
It was different with Council meetings. For some reason, she had an easier time facing them than giving individual orders. Maybe it was related to her dislike of the Hyuuga council in one case, and her uneasiness at the idea that she might be abusing her authority in the other.
Once the steps of the Main House man had faded away, barred by the sound of the entrance door being pulled shut, she walked up to Neji, resting her hand on his upper arm as she leaned up to kiss him. His arms were crossed again, tense.
"That," Neji grouched after she broke the kiss, "was not in any way subtle."
"No, it wasn't," she readily agreed.
But it had done the job, hadn't it?
They were alone, and a lot more quickly than if Hinata had simpered her way around the subject. And – sad as it was – this way aroused much less suspicions. People rarely question a straightforward order when it comes from a legitimate authority; they are much more likely to try looking underneath the underneath if said authority takes precautions to manipulate them. Or at least Hyuuga did; perhaps because of their acute aptitudes for reading body language.
Neji's hand came to rest on her waist.
Hinata took the last step that separated their two bodies. At once, Neji grabbed her hips and ground against her, his hardness evidence that he was affected as well, making her a little weak in the knees.
There was no support in their immediate surroundings, no handy wall for one of them to lean against or for her to be pinned to, so they sank to the ground in common agreement.
14. Clan
Hinata has a figure like an hourglass.
Every time they arrive at a clan council that began fifteen minutes earlier and there are disapproving sniffs at how the heir can— and Hiashi's face turns just a little stonier, Neji wants to reply that they're not late. He knows, he measures time on Hinata's body.
15. Family
Trying to remember how he'd let himself be talked into this, and wondering what kind of punishment he will set for the culprit once he can pinpoint their identity, Neji knows he must look distant and remote, gazing at the horizon. The landscape on the southwest of Konoha is one of the most bucolic settings near the village – soft hills rather than the gigantic trees after which the village is named.
He avoids looking at the typical red and white checked tablecloth, the matched napkins scattered between emptied plates, and the couple of baskets close by. All objects claiming for the world to see that a picnic has just been had in this very place, and blatant proof of his team's nefarious scheming for driving him round the bend.
Right now, they're playing down the hill; the Inuzuka punk is up against the other two, but Neji gives it a couple of minutes before the precarious alliances shift or they get bored of the game entirely. The soft summer breeze carries the sounds of their laughter – and, in some cases, yelling and barking – but loses their actual words.
They aren't looking at him.
At them, he corrects himself as Hinata languidly shifts next to him, her hand down his pants, caressing his erection with butterfly daintiness. She's smiling; out of the corner of his eyes, he can see that she's looking at him.
He keeps his back ramrod straight and his stare fixed on his genins, hoping like nothing else that they won't look up.
A nail brushing on his shaft makes him take a hitched breath.
"Hinata-sama," he tries anyway, "the children—"
"They're not looking," she says in an affectionate, husky tone as she angles her body closer to his. "And if they are, we are only talking."
Famous last words, but Neji's rather morbid line of thought is cut off by the expert thing Hinata does then, and she muses, "Look at it this way, it could be worse; you have no Hyuuga on your team."
