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runespoorTitle: Things that could have happened had Hizashi been the older son. (or: a cage is a cage is a curse, dammit.)
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runespoor7
Rating: R
Summary: series of unrelated drabbles/fics. So far, series include various flavours of implied (or not) Neji-Hina-Naru combinations, but it's really Hyuuga centered gen with occasional cameos of other characters.
Notes: I think I broke something. MY BRAIN, LIKE.
previously: 1 2 3 4 5
9. work
"You're from Konoha," she remarked afterwards.
He followed her gaze to the hitai-ate he'd taken off a while ago. It was resting atop of the small table, the metal catching the light as well as the lacquered wood. He remembered taking it off, purposely setting it down with a clink and a smirk, never taking his eyes away from her. It was pretty much the only piece of clothing not on the floor, too. His clothing, at any rate.
"Yeah," he said with a shrug. So what.
She smiled faintly. "We don't get a lot of Leaf-nins."
He arched an eyebrow. "Really? You're not that far from the village."
Not by a long shot, he thought, but then again he'd travelled more extensively than most ninjas. Nowadays anything between the borders of Fire Country seemed quite close to him.
"I thought maybe there was a rule about that, but obviously you wouldn't be there if you were forbidden from such things," she demurred.
He peered at her. It was hard to know if she was joking or not. She probably was, he decided. She didn't look stupid to him.
He sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. "Heh. There might be for all I know, I'm not such a sticker to rules," he admitted. "But I understand why there'd be a rule, really. You might be a spy," he added with a crinkled-eyed grin.
He knew perfectly well she wouldn't be. They never were. It was one of the things he'd learned from his mentor.
She quirked a smile at his joke. More likely than not it was an ingrained reaction to a client's attempt at a wisecrack, but if it was she did it with more grace and naturalness than most of the whores he'd been with, and she didn't burst out in fake, forced coy giggles. He found himself liking her and flashed her a brilliant grin.
"Are you flirting with me, ninja-san?"
He leered playfully. The sight was very nice.
"Well, I'd like to think I am, but I thought we were past the stage of 'ninja-san'. I can't flirt properly if you're being so cold!"
He watched in amazement as her breasts took on a rosy hue under his gaze. He quickly swept his tongue over his lips. Correction, the sight was very nice. All the nicer because she was having genuine fun, he'd have bet.
Her nipples, he remembered noticing, had proved surprisingly sensitive when he'd licked them, hardening in merely a few moments.
"Hey," he suddenly asked, without looking away – the blush was intensifying, and it was a blush – "do you have any appointments later on?"
She started a little. It was pretty, the way her shoulders reflected the movement to her breasts. The skin of her throat was untouched by the blush, and he could still see the design of her blue veins. Could have traced it. He didn't; he was playing a game of gentlemanliness with himself. No touching until she'd answered. Talking was fun.
"No, not tonight."
He looked up at her. She was looking at him with eyes so pale they were almost white.
The implication was that she could have had her schedule full, as a testament to how popular she was and how lucky he should consider himself, that tonight she was free. She was telling him that to impress him. He allowed himself a moment to gloat. Oh yes he was good. It wouldn't come cheap, but hey – she'd proved she was entirely worth the price.
Besides, he liked that she was playing along. His teammate would've said there was no point to a whore if he was going to bother with the seduction and the motions of courting anyway, but the prick never got it; it was the point.
It was just a game, with just enough involvement to make it interesting, and without having to worry about the fact that the girl might be a kunoichi in disguise or a spy. Unlike when you picked a civilian up and you never were sure she wouldn't try to stab you during the afterglow.
And that put a strain on things.
(And having to worry about that could cause anyone to have stage fright, so to speak. Performance anxiety. And, to quote another of his friends, that'd be troublesome. He'd never failed to the task and didn't intend on beginning now.)
"Would you mind me keeping you company, then?" he asked in a husky tone, waggling his eyebrows dramatically.
Her tongue peeked out to moisten her lips, very quickly – so quickly it almost might never have happened, so quickly it could pass for genuine.
He didn't groan, but the urge was there. She was good.
He toyed with the idea of bringing her his teammate. She just might manage to get him to abandon that stick in his ass. Even the prissy bastard would have to find her hot. …Too bad she probably wouldn't agree to tell him how it went afterwards, no matter how charming and friendly he acted; girl was a professional.
Wordlessly, she rose from the bed and to the door, without picking her kimono up to hide her nudity and with no embarrassment that he could see; no seductive moves either, something that was rare enough to be noted.
Sprawled on the bed, he admired the view as she slid a piece of coloured paper under the door – a signal that she shouldn't be disturbed, he guessed. Her hair slipped down her shoulders like a blue-black veil, revealing a white neck. Niiiiiiice. Leaving hickeys would be worth the added price, her skin was so pale.
Then she stood up and turned toward him, with a slight, teasing smile.
"I don't know, ninja-san." She lowered her eyelashes. "Would you insist?"
"I always insist for hot babes like you," he assured.
This time the pink tinge reached her cheeks.
Heh.
What didja know.
Though given how she looked – what with the white skin and the blue veins and the black hair, and the insanely slender wrists and ankles – she had a rather aristocratic appearance, at least according to the idea of those wealthy merchants who'd never approached the Daimyo's wife. Wouldn't be surprising if they tried to be suave and flowery rather than favouring the straight-forward language and manners he tended to use.
Speaking of looks…
"Say, you have any relatives?"
She looked at him with a puzzled frown. Still, she answered easily enough. Good, 'cause he'd have bashed his head if he'd made her close up; no matter what anyone says, it just doesn't feel the same when the woman's not at least enjoying herself.
"Not that I know of; I was brought here as a child – I was around two, Aiko-san told me; I was much too young to remember it, of course… Why?"
And for a moment there, he thought he saw something that made him surer of himself, maybe in the frown, but then she was looking at him questioningly, and it was nothing more than a fleeting flight of fancy. Yes, at first glance the eyes were somewhat similar, but that was all. And hey, he'd seen people during his travels whose eyes really looked like that too and who had zero to do with Fire Country in general and Konoha in particular.
His teammate would never let him hear the end of it if he knew he'd thought one of the whores in a brothel was a Hyuuga.
He'd only seen one Hyuuga more than in passing, and that was because as there was only a one-year gap between them, their paths had sometimes crossed. It had been years since they'd exchanged more than a handful of words; there had never been much love lost between them. The Hyuuga heir was just a little too complacent for him, a little too haughty, a little too condescending.
And that was coming from someone whose teammate was an arrogant jerk. But at least he could rile said teammate up, and he knew he'd broken through his walls somehow.
There were no such ways to reach the Hyuuga. He was like this ivory tower that stood, serene and remote and ignoring every freaking thing as beneath him. So fucking set in his ways and his beliefs there was no way to talk with him.
There must be a crack somewhere in that; he was sure of it. But so far he hadn't managed to find it. Not that he gave it a lot of thought unless he was absolutely forced to.
And she was obviously nothing like that.
He shook his head.
"Nah, forget it. I just thought you reminded me of someone, is all." He candidly smiled. "But you're much hotter."
This time he was expecting the blush; it was the most endearing thing he'd seen in a long, long while.
Yeah, he was definitely going to drag his teammate here, kicking and snarling all the way if that was what it took. A whore who got honest-to-god wet when she was talked dirty to was a riot.
Sides, it'd be pretty funny to see them both blush.
Yup. Hizashi decided to make sure the 'she'll-grow-up-to-resent-me-and-steal-my-son's-place-from-him' and/or 'try-to-murder-someone-and-I-want-my-son-to-grow-up-in-a-healthy-nurturing-atmosphere' wouldn't be an issue. Thus the exile and Hinata's lack of a seal. Also, you get three guesses as to who the narrator is and the first two guesses don't count. Lastly, they're in their twenties, soemthing like it.
Also, I'm doing this meme, in case you didn't see it/thought it was too late to participate/suddenly have a question that you rilly rilly need an answer to, like right now.
Author:
runespoor7Rating: R
Summary: series of unrelated drabbles/fics. So far, series include various flavours of implied (or not) Neji-Hina-Naru combinations, but it's really Hyuuga centered gen with occasional cameos of other characters.
Notes: I think I broke something. MY BRAIN, LIKE.
previously: 1 2 3 4 5
9. work
"You're from Konoha," she remarked afterwards.
He followed her gaze to the hitai-ate he'd taken off a while ago. It was resting atop of the small table, the metal catching the light as well as the lacquered wood. He remembered taking it off, purposely setting it down with a clink and a smirk, never taking his eyes away from her. It was pretty much the only piece of clothing not on the floor, too. His clothing, at any rate.
"Yeah," he said with a shrug. So what.
She smiled faintly. "We don't get a lot of Leaf-nins."
He arched an eyebrow. "Really? You're not that far from the village."
Not by a long shot, he thought, but then again he'd travelled more extensively than most ninjas. Nowadays anything between the borders of Fire Country seemed quite close to him.
"I thought maybe there was a rule about that, but obviously you wouldn't be there if you were forbidden from such things," she demurred.
He peered at her. It was hard to know if she was joking or not. She probably was, he decided. She didn't look stupid to him.
He sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. "Heh. There might be for all I know, I'm not such a sticker to rules," he admitted. "But I understand why there'd be a rule, really. You might be a spy," he added with a crinkled-eyed grin.
He knew perfectly well she wouldn't be. They never were. It was one of the things he'd learned from his mentor.
She quirked a smile at his joke. More likely than not it was an ingrained reaction to a client's attempt at a wisecrack, but if it was she did it with more grace and naturalness than most of the whores he'd been with, and she didn't burst out in fake, forced coy giggles. He found himself liking her and flashed her a brilliant grin.
"Are you flirting with me, ninja-san?"
He leered playfully. The sight was very nice.
"Well, I'd like to think I am, but I thought we were past the stage of 'ninja-san'. I can't flirt properly if you're being so cold!"
He watched in amazement as her breasts took on a rosy hue under his gaze. He quickly swept his tongue over his lips. Correction, the sight was very nice. All the nicer because she was having genuine fun, he'd have bet.
Her nipples, he remembered noticing, had proved surprisingly sensitive when he'd licked them, hardening in merely a few moments.
"Hey," he suddenly asked, without looking away – the blush was intensifying, and it was a blush – "do you have any appointments later on?"
She started a little. It was pretty, the way her shoulders reflected the movement to her breasts. The skin of her throat was untouched by the blush, and he could still see the design of her blue veins. Could have traced it. He didn't; he was playing a game of gentlemanliness with himself. No touching until she'd answered. Talking was fun.
"No, not tonight."
He looked up at her. She was looking at him with eyes so pale they were almost white.
The implication was that she could have had her schedule full, as a testament to how popular she was and how lucky he should consider himself, that tonight she was free. She was telling him that to impress him. He allowed himself a moment to gloat. Oh yes he was good. It wouldn't come cheap, but hey – she'd proved she was entirely worth the price.
Besides, he liked that she was playing along. His teammate would've said there was no point to a whore if he was going to bother with the seduction and the motions of courting anyway, but the prick never got it; it was the point.
It was just a game, with just enough involvement to make it interesting, and without having to worry about the fact that the girl might be a kunoichi in disguise or a spy. Unlike when you picked a civilian up and you never were sure she wouldn't try to stab you during the afterglow.
And that put a strain on things.
(And having to worry about that could cause anyone to have stage fright, so to speak. Performance anxiety. And, to quote another of his friends, that'd be troublesome. He'd never failed to the task and didn't intend on beginning now.)
"Would you mind me keeping you company, then?" he asked in a husky tone, waggling his eyebrows dramatically.
Her tongue peeked out to moisten her lips, very quickly – so quickly it almost might never have happened, so quickly it could pass for genuine.
He didn't groan, but the urge was there. She was good.
He toyed with the idea of bringing her his teammate. She just might manage to get him to abandon that stick in his ass. Even the prissy bastard would have to find her hot. …Too bad she probably wouldn't agree to tell him how it went afterwards, no matter how charming and friendly he acted; girl was a professional.
Wordlessly, she rose from the bed and to the door, without picking her kimono up to hide her nudity and with no embarrassment that he could see; no seductive moves either, something that was rare enough to be noted.
Sprawled on the bed, he admired the view as she slid a piece of coloured paper under the door – a signal that she shouldn't be disturbed, he guessed. Her hair slipped down her shoulders like a blue-black veil, revealing a white neck. Niiiiiiice. Leaving hickeys would be worth the added price, her skin was so pale.
Then she stood up and turned toward him, with a slight, teasing smile.
"I don't know, ninja-san." She lowered her eyelashes. "Would you insist?"
"I always insist for hot babes like you," he assured.
This time the pink tinge reached her cheeks.
Heh.
What didja know.
Though given how she looked – what with the white skin and the blue veins and the black hair, and the insanely slender wrists and ankles – she had a rather aristocratic appearance, at least according to the idea of those wealthy merchants who'd never approached the Daimyo's wife. Wouldn't be surprising if they tried to be suave and flowery rather than favouring the straight-forward language and manners he tended to use.
Speaking of looks…
"Say, you have any relatives?"
She looked at him with a puzzled frown. Still, she answered easily enough. Good, 'cause he'd have bashed his head if he'd made her close up; no matter what anyone says, it just doesn't feel the same when the woman's not at least enjoying herself.
"Not that I know of; I was brought here as a child – I was around two, Aiko-san told me; I was much too young to remember it, of course… Why?"
And for a moment there, he thought he saw something that made him surer of himself, maybe in the frown, but then she was looking at him questioningly, and it was nothing more than a fleeting flight of fancy. Yes, at first glance the eyes were somewhat similar, but that was all. And hey, he'd seen people during his travels whose eyes really looked like that too and who had zero to do with Fire Country in general and Konoha in particular.
His teammate would never let him hear the end of it if he knew he'd thought one of the whores in a brothel was a Hyuuga.
He'd only seen one Hyuuga more than in passing, and that was because as there was only a one-year gap between them, their paths had sometimes crossed. It had been years since they'd exchanged more than a handful of words; there had never been much love lost between them. The Hyuuga heir was just a little too complacent for him, a little too haughty, a little too condescending.
And that was coming from someone whose teammate was an arrogant jerk. But at least he could rile said teammate up, and he knew he'd broken through his walls somehow.
There were no such ways to reach the Hyuuga. He was like this ivory tower that stood, serene and remote and ignoring every freaking thing as beneath him. So fucking set in his ways and his beliefs there was no way to talk with him.
There must be a crack somewhere in that; he was sure of it. But so far he hadn't managed to find it. Not that he gave it a lot of thought unless he was absolutely forced to.
And she was obviously nothing like that.
He shook his head.
"Nah, forget it. I just thought you reminded me of someone, is all." He candidly smiled. "But you're much hotter."
This time he was expecting the blush; it was the most endearing thing he'd seen in a long, long while.
Yeah, he was definitely going to drag his teammate here, kicking and snarling all the way if that was what it took. A whore who got honest-to-god wet when she was talked dirty to was a riot.
Sides, it'd be pretty funny to see them both blush.
Yup. Hizashi decided to make sure the 'she'll-grow-up-to-resent-me-and-steal-my-son's-place-from-him' and/or 'try-to-murder-someone-and-I-want-my-son-to-grow-up-in-a-healthy-nurturing-atmosphere' wouldn't be an issue. Thus the exile and Hinata's lack of a seal. Also, you get three guesses as to who the narrator is and the first two guesses don't count. Lastly, they're in their twenties, soemthing like it.
Also, I'm doing this meme, in case you didn't see it/thought it was too late to participate/suddenly have a question that you rilly rilly need an answer to, like right now.
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Date: 2007-03-21 11:17 am (UTC)the only two i could guess would be, uh, hmmm, i instantly thought naruto but it could maybe be kiba....
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Date: 2007-03-23 10:38 am (UTC)Yay, it's Naruto! (what with the travels with Jiraiya and bitch!Sasuke as a teammate. I love Sasuke, I really do.)
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Date: 2007-03-21 11:23 am (UTC)Sorry for not reviewing on every one of them, but I really don't have anything to say except to bore you with annoying, empty reviews of 'wonderful!' and 'awesome!'. This one was much love too. <3333
I'm eagerly waiting for the next part! Seriously; this idea has thousands of possibilities and feeds me Hyuuga goodness like whoa and I'm rambling here, but I really love all of them. :DDD My only dissappointment is that there is no way I'll be able to see Hanabi. Unless Hiashi isn't her father (which is so not possible) or if Hiashi died when Hinata was five. :*
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Date: 2007-03-23 10:47 am (UTC)Yup, Naruto. *glee* Oh Naruto you crazy crazy pimp.
About Hanabi... yeah. I know. I like Hanabi too, but unless Hinata pretends to have an imaginary sister... Or Things Worked Out Differently re:the Cloud situation and Hiashi didn't die at all.
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Date: 2007-03-22 06:48 am (UTC)But oh, oh, oh it's so worth it. Normally, seeing the cast of Naruto recast as prostitutes is mostly dumb and silly and there to provide a few Pretty-Woman-esque fantasies... but Hinata the Happy Hooker is somehow weirdly... charming. ;) And I can't be the only one who thinks it'd be interesting if her own cousin eventually tracked her down (led to her by a certain loud-mouthed former customer, of course) and perhaps spend a bit of time with her himself...
And bucking the general trend, I think our mystery fellow is Kiba! Shino does have quite the stick up his arse too, right? ;)
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Date: 2007-03-23 11:23 am (UTC)Well, you know, she's competent, expensive, and her clients are either playing gentlemen either playing out abusive fantasies, which gets her good money. Sides, I'm assuming her brothel has nice security, so if she cries for help for real someone will intervene. (Also, the client? so not interested in her hypothetical inner angst.)
It'd totally be, but... *shifty eyes* loooooooong. (and other bunnies. omghelpme.) And can you imagine the SCANDAL?
Nope, it's Naruto! (travelling w/Jiraiya + bitch!Sasuke
and NaruSasu hints!wee!) Kiba wouldn't be that smooth. (...I'd probably have mentioned Akamaru or scent too, 'cause obviously I'm that original.) *brainbreakyNaruHina!XD*no subject
Date: 2007-03-23 12:39 pm (UTC)(Aw well, can't win 'em all... ;)
And c'mon... y'know it's the scandal inherant in watching the Heir of the Noble House of Hyuuga secretly sexing up his own prostitute cousin that'll really hook us, don't you? Don't you?! XD