capitulo 18

When Hanabi stirred that morning, it was to the sound of footsteps outside her door and distant murmuring as her clan got together for breakfast.

As she awoke, she thought of simple things. What was waiting for her downstairs; the fact that she still wanted more sleep; the cracking of her bones as she felt like a bear waking from hibernation.

Then it hit her, and she closed in on herself, curling up into a ball.

Tonight's the night.

She was going to go over to Hinata's house, slip a blindfold over her eyes, and be subjected to the kind of pleasure that could make a daughter and a mother somehow choose to be impregnated at exactly the same time—

Hanabi couldn't imagine it.

Yet, it was a deal she had made.

She bit her lip.

How was she going to go downstairs and eat with her father, look him in the eye, greet him warmly—when she knew she would be doing everything to despoil the image he had of her that very night?

She was no fair maiden; but any time she had lain with a man, it had at least been someone she knew, someone who could be her husband. Never had she been with another woman's husband—and beyond that, never had she done it in such a way that she might never lay eyes on him, either.

Hanabi swallowed. I made the bed, so I must lay in it, she thought. But no matter what Hinata insists, a single night wouldn't change anything.

She would do her duty, and then…well, she hadn't gotten that far. Would she divulge her sister and niece's secret to the wider village? Or would she keep it close to her heart? In the heat of the moment, she had been tempted to race out the door and shout it to the high heavens—but now, she was contemplating the ramifications of such an action.

Naruto being the father to Hinata and Himawari's baby…it was a truth Hanabi didn't want to acknowledge. But she couldn't keep it penned in either, not when the months bled by and the two of them began to show, or when the babies would be born and their father obvious. Maybe, after the deed was done and her commitment to 'hearing' Hinata's side was finished, she would sit the both of them down and hear out what their plan had been to explain their near simultaneous pregnancy.

Then again, like her, maybe they hadn't gotten that far yet.

She pushed herself out of bed, trudging into the bathroom with a yawn escaping her lips as she did so. She flicked on the light, pausing to stare at herself in the mirror.

What do I have that Hinata doesn't?

It was a question she had asked herself many times.

She had a healthy bosom, but it wasn't like Hinata's. Hers could fit nicely in the palm of a man; her sister's, on the other hand, were a good few cup sizes bigger. There were her hips—Hinata's wide and motherly, Hanabi's lithe and willowy. There was her hair, plain and brown like the rest of their family, where Hinata had inherited the gorgeous indigo of their late mother. Beyond that, it was personality: Hinata was the shy maiden that everyone wanted to protect, while Hanabi was the firecracker that kicked her gallant protectors in the knee and ran off. It was no small wonder that Hinata had found a man like Naruto, while Hanabi—

That's a stone best left unturned, she thought, lowering her head and splashing her face with cold water.

Tonight was the night.

Hinata awoke moaning, a mouth wrapped around her teat while two fingers worked a steady rhythm in and out of her.

She opened her eyes to blonde hair and lustful blue eyes.

"Sorry," said Naruko, as she surfaced for air. A thin line of saliva connected Hinata's breast to her plump, pink lips. "Sasuke asked me to warm you up while he's in the shower."

She heard the sound of running water, only a few meters away in the bathroom where the door stood somewhat ajar, steaming billowing out and dissipating into thin air.

Hinata found herself smiling, even as she moaned, the blonde's fingers still working in and out of her.

"It's okay," said Hinata, "so long as Sasuke gave you permission."

They kissed—a tender, chaste act that served to warm their hearts. With some amusement, Hinata realized that this was the only way her 'husband' would ever be inside of her again. To think that the Hokage had been tamed, whipped into a female form, and reduced to warming up her wife so that Sasuke would have an easier time spreading her legs…and to think that Naruko enjoyed it, with every breath, with every action, relishing her new place in life…

If Sasuke can do this to her, thought Hinata, there's no telling what he can do to my dear sister.

She felt guilty—and that was rich, coming from a mother who had fed her own daughter to that beast with a fan on his back.

Yet, Himawari had been given a choice. Hinata had been given a choice; Sarada had been given a choice. And obviously, Naruko had been given every chance in the world to steer off of the path she was being taken down. All of them had given in willingly.

This time, there was no such illusion.

Hanabi would slide into bed, don a blindfold, and give herself to 'Naruto'. Nothing could prepare her younger sister for what was to come—for when Sasuke took her, Hinata knew that her silence would be guaranteed.

She'll learn to enjoy it, Hinata thought, to try and justify it to herself. This is all for the best—she needs a man like Sasuke. We all need him.

The mental gymnastics it took to justify something like that wasn't lost on her; she saw it for what it was. She was going to give her sister to a man who treated destroying pussies as if it were a sport.

But she didn't need to justify it, Hinata realized.

The family came before all—and for their family to continue to exist, they would have to keep their secret. Maybe someday, when Naruko was ready to pass on the hat, they could come out into the open. As it stood, a political crisis would happen if the truth came out.

For their family to survive, Hanabi had to be sacrificed.

Don't think of it like that, Hinata thought to herself. Think of it as her being reborn.

She would be fucked hard, fucked good, and realize that all she needed in life was Sasuke's stiff cock inside of her. She would join her sister, her niece, and her Hokage in servitude to him. They would be a family, they would be together, they would be happy.

The shower water stopped; still, Naruko was fingering her, kissing her, running her tongue against Hinata's breast.

When Sasuke strode out of the bathroom though, the blonde stopped. They both turned to him, gazing upon him as if he were a god—and he might as well have been one. Glistening with water dripping down his body, his hard cock between his legs, a glint in his mismatched eyes.

He strode up to the bed, reached a hand between Hinata's thighs, and slid a finger into her weeping snatch. "Perfect," he said, and with his other hand he gave Naruko an affectionate pat. "Oh, she's more than ready for me. You went above and beyond."

"Only the best for you," Naruko said, flushing as her wife might have when they were teenagers.

Sasuke pulled Hinata toward him. "Spread your legs," he commanded—within a second, her legs were spread so wide that she almost hit Naruko with her foot. Her beautiful pussy was on display; hot, soaking wet, dripping with her arousal. Then again, what else was new? With her well-hung lover around, Hinata found herself drenched more often than not.

He eased himself inside of her, like sliding into a chair he'd owned twenty years, and began to fuck her.

"So, this business with Hanabi," said Sasuke, as the girl in question's sister clung to her and moaned his name. "What are we planning to do?"

Naruko had a thoughtful look in her eyes. "Well, Hinata insisted to Hanabi that she has to be blindfolded. I think—" She actually laughed. "I think Hanabi thinks that I was the one who impregnated Hinata and Hima."

Sasuke shared a laugh with her on that one; considering he was balls deep inside of Hinata at the moment, there was no question as to who had knocked her up.

"So, she'll take that I'm you," said Sasuke. "I can fuck her, that's not a problem, but am I just going to remain silent the whole time?"

"Have Hinata in the room with you," suggested Naruko. "Whisper into her ear the things you want Hanabi to do, or the things you want to say to her."

"That's smart," Sasuke said. "What do you think, Hinata?"

"OH GOD, FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARDER, PLEASE!"

Sasuke grit his teeth as he really began to pound her, the whole bed shaking beneath the three of them.

"I think she agrees," Naruko said with a smile on her lips. "You know she'll enjoy watching you break her sister in—she'll feel guilty, but by the time it's all said and done, she'll be all smiles."

The Uchiha smirked. "That we can agree on," he said, looking down on Hinata.

"Remember when we all thought she was shy and innocent?" pondered the blonde, laying on the bed next to her wife as she was fucked into oblivion. "Look at her now."

"GOD, YOU'RE SO GOOD! PLEASE, HARDER, PLEASE—"

"I used to think she was the best of us," Naruko murmured. "Sweet, kind, shy. Now…"

Hinata threw her head back, legs wrapped around her man's waist, a look of utter ecstasy in her eyes.

"...I think she might be the worst of us," Naruko finished with a smile.

"The worst of us…" said Sasuke. "What makes you say that?"

The blonde found herself grinning. "Oh, I've had plenty of time to think about this, cooped up in my little office while you tumble around in bed with every woman on the damn planet," Naruko said. "Remember back when this all started? When it was just you and Naruto, and Hinata getting her back blown out on the night?"

"I remember," Sasuke said.

"She loved getting conquered by you," Naruko murmured. "Sure, I loved it too, but she accepted it so wholeheartedly. Then there was Himawari, and God, I expected Hinata to resist and complain, but no, in the end, she gave her to you. Then there was Sarada, and I thought, maybe, Hinata would put her foot down…and she didn't. Then there was Naruto, and I thought, God, twenty years of marriage, maybe Hinata would want to keep Naruto around."

Naruko smiled—even as Sasuke continued to pound the living daylights out of Hinata, the blonde could gaze down and appreciate how beautiful she was.

"Well, we saw how that ended," said Naruko, taking one of her tits and squeezing it between her fingers. "Sure, it's all for the better. But we know this is fucking crazy. Yet, Hinata is the glue that holds it all together." Naruko found herself grinning ever so slightly. "Honestly? She's perfect for you."

Sasuke paused in his thrusts.

Hinata whined, rubbing her head against his chest, bucking her hips against him. She stared up at him, big white eyes so doe-like, a look of adoration on her face that couldn't be replicated. She had no idea what they were saying—all she felt, knew, saw was him.

"You're right," Sasuke said, before he leaned down and kissed her. He began to thrust into her anew, deepening the kiss, Naruko watching with a smile on her lips as the two continued their lovemaking.

I could never come between that, thought Naruko, a wistful look in her eyes. If I could go back in time…

She imagined a world where Naruto turned down Hinata—where he had coaxed her into Sasuke's arms instead. Naruto could become Naruko, and they would be one big happy family, with twenty extra years to enjoy their hedonistic lifestyle. Sakura would be easy. 

And with all the gifts that chakra gave them, from shadow clones to pregnancy preventing jutsu, Naruko was sure that something could be done to ensure that Himawari and Boruto would come into this world. 

It would be perfect.

That was just a pipe dream though—a fantasy.

But..

If only.

Naruko smiled.

Hanabi knocked thrice on the door.

I hope this is appropriate, she thought, glancing down at her dress. Warm black leggings, a tight blue shirt.

Was there any point in slipping herself into a formal gown when the whole point of tonight was to shed all clothes in the end? Still, she had wanted to look enticing. Sure, Hinata had big tits, but if there was one thing she had over her sister, it was her ass, and nothing like a pair of tight leggings put that on display more. 

The door opened; she saw white eyes, a soft smile, a silky black dress with a neckline that dipped down to show her more-than-ample cleavage.

I hate her, thought Hanabi.

"Hey," said Hanabi, stepping inside. "How are you?"

"Just wonderful," Hinata said. "You look stunning."

The two sisters hugged, a warm embrace; Hinata patted her fondly on the back.

"So…we're doing this," Hanabi said awkwardly. 

She couldn't quite look Hinata in the eye—she was glowing, God, and that dress was dazzling. When I get pregnant, thought Hanabi, I hope I look half as good as she does. If I get pregnant, she corrected herself.

"Relax," said Hinata, pressing a gentle hand to Hanabi's cheek. "You act like you've never had sex before."

Her ears turned pink. "I've been with plenty of guys," Hanabi retorted hotly. "and I guarantee you I've gotten laid more times than you ever have."

Hinata raised an eyebrow. "Whatever you say," she murmured. "Now, shall we talk about some ground rules?"

"Sure," said Hanabi.

They sat down with tea and a dash of honey. Hanabi sipped at it—sweet to the very last drop, just like her dear sister.

"Anonymity is the key here," Hinata told her. "That's why I wanted you to wear the blindfold."

"What's the point?" Hanabi frowned. "I know it's Naruto, you know it's Naruto."

"You don't know anything," Hinata said, smiling. "All you know is that the father of mine and Himawari's babies is the same man. It could be Killer Bee for all you know."

Hanabi snorted. "Really, Killer Bee?" she said. "Maybe you'll tell me it's Kiba, or Gaara. Or Sasuke," she said, smiling. "Come on, cut the crap—it's Naruto."

Hinata simply continued to smile.

"I will be in the room," said the elder sister, "and the anonymous man will communicate through me."

"Sure, sure," Hanabi said, waving a hand. "I get it—plausible deniability and all that. There's chakra sensors that can tell if you're lying or not—how can I say I slept with Naruto and know who the father of yours and Himawari's babies is if you won't admit to it?" She smiled. "I won't know for sure, so to them, it'll seem like I'm lying; you're clever, sister."

There was a glint in Hinata's eyes. "Are you ready?" she asked.

She smoothed out the front of her shirt. "As ready as I'll ever be," said Hanabi, standing up. "Let's get this over and done with."

Hinata led her up the stairs to the bedroom; she snuck a glimpse at her ass as they walked. Mine is better, she decided. Damn her and those big tits, though.

When they entered the bedroom, it was empty. Smooth blue sheets awaited her—fluffy white pillows. On the nightstand was a blindfold.

Hanabi sat on the end of the bed, heart thudding in her ears. This is happening, she thought, looking around, wondering where Naruto was hiding. This is happening.

"I'm going to put this on tight," said Hinata, as she grabbed the blindfold. "So sit still, please. Close your eyes…and enjoy.

Hanabi sucked in a breath—then, her world was bathed in darkness.

She waited.

Thump, thump, thump.

She waited.

"You can come out now," said Hinata, her voice loud in her ears.

Hanabi heard the sound of footsteps—then, someone entered the room.

"Already stripped down?" Hinata giggled. "Oh, sweet sister, if you could only see what I'm seeing right now…"

She shuddered.

"Stand up, Hanabi," said Hinata. Hanabi rose to her feet, her legs a little unsteady. "Give him a little twirl."

Awkwardly, she turned around, Hinata's hands on her shoulders to steer her.

"Do you like her?" asked Hinata. Hanabi could only hope that he nodded. "Me too," she murmured. "My sister has always been the pretty one."

Says who?

"I'm not some piece of meat to be paraded around," Hanabi bit out through gritted teeth. "If I'm going to get fucked, then fuck me. Don't play around."

"You hear that, honey? My sister wants to get fucked." She could almost hear the grin on Hinata's lips. "Remember when I told you that you'd understand why Himawari and I did what we did? Well, let me show you. Come here sweetie," said Hinata.

There were footsteps—she could feel his presence right in front of him. Smell him, even. But the void of darkness was unchanging, regardless of what happened around her.

Hinata took Hanabi's hand and pressed it against…something.

For a brief flash, she thought she was grabbing an arm, or a leg.

Then she felt it harden between her fingers—she felt it throb, and twitch, and pulse. A look of fright appeared on her face; her hand traveled up-and-down the shaft, and it seemed endless, so thick that she couldn't even picture it.

"Oh my God…" Hanabi whispered, her mouth a perfect 'o'.

"I can't imagine what's going through your head right now," Hinata said, a gentle touch on Hanabi's shoulder keeping her steady. "When I first saw it, God, was I in love."

"...Naruto…no way…" Hanabi mumbled. "Holy fuck."

She couldn't stop herself from stroking it—back and forth, back and forth. It was stiff between her fingers, hard as a lead pipe and just as thick.

"You're salivating," Hinata said, a hand on Hanabi's jaw. "don't worry, it's perfectly natural. I wouldn't get too hung up on the size of it, though. Yes, it'll fit inside of you; and yes, you'll never be the same afterward."

I'm soaked. All from some big cock, Hanabi thought. Fuck.

It had been so long since she'd had a good lay. And here she was, with the perfect specimen before her very eyes—even if she couldn't see it.

"You want it, don't you?"

No, of course not. I'm—

"Yes," Hanabi whispered.

—a fool.

Hinata patted her fondly on the back. "All it'll take is a few words from me. I just need you to give the command, Hanabi."

Hanabi swallowed.

She stroked his cock some more; somehow, she found it comforting. It helped her to think.

On one hand, she had her pride, her dignity, her sense of self. Sleeping with a man who she couldn't even see or listen to—Naruto or not—was ridiculous. And then her sister was right there, egging it all on, and God, Hanabi was so infuriated that she had gone along with Hinata's goddamn plan.

Then on the other hand…the gigantic cock that was clutched between her fingers.

"I want to get fucked," Hanabi whispered.

"There we are," Hinata said.

Hinata took a step back.

Hanabi shivered.

"Have at it then," murmured Hinata.

Suddenly, she was being scooped up—then she was flying, and bam, she was on her back, the silky sheets of the bed against her head.

Then he was on her; his weight holding her down. His hands were on her hips, his lips at her neck. "Oh, he's aching for it," murmured Hinata. Hanabi gasped as his fingers wormed down the front of her leggings—soon they were inside of her, and she was purring as he pumped them in and out.

She felt his erection pressing against her leg; God, how it made her mouth water.

Soon he was helping her out of those leggings. And then her shirt. As it went up and over her head, she almost wished that it would push the blindfold up so she could find out if it was Naruto or not—alas, Hinata had tied it too tight.

Wait, I'm naked.

He parted her legs, and she knew he was staring at her pussy. It was on display; hot, soaking wet, dribbling her arousal.

Hanabi moaned as he began to rub the shaft of his cock against her slit. He bent down, kissing at her jaw, at her neck, holding her legs wide as he ground his hips back and forth.

"You're an animal," Hanabi whispered. "Just fuck me."

"He just wants to make you squirm first," came Hinata's voice. The weight of the bed shifted and Hanabi knew that she had sat down. "Do you have any reservations about him cumming inside of you?"

"What? I—" Hadn't gotten that far yet, Hanabi thought with a flush.

"Good," Hinata said. "Take her."

A split second later and the mushroom head of his cock was pressed up against her entrance. A split second after that and it was inside of her.

Oh my fucking God.

It ought to be a tight fit; a hulking beast of a cock like that should have taken ages to slip inside of her. Yet she was so slick, so wet, so hot—he slid right in.

Every inch of him, at that.

He bared his weight down on her, holding Hanabi close as he bottomed out inside of her. There he remained, pressing her face into his chest, stroking her hair gently as she shook and shivered against him.

"So big," she gasped, her legs spasming, pleasure coursing through her body with every pulse of it inside of her.

"You have no idea how much he enjoys breaking in a fresh, new pussy," said Hinata. "I wish you could see the look on his face—he loves it."

Hanabi found herself grinning. "Good," she said, quivering against him. 

"You see what I mean now?" asked Hinata.

I do, Hanabi thought. She couldn't bring herself to say it, though—instead she nodded, biting her lip.

"You don't," Hinata told her. "If you did, you would have surrendered yourself to him already. Instead, I still see that temptation on your face…that temptation to lie and pretend like this isn't everything you've always wanted."

Hanabi found that her words caught in her throat. Not that it mattered, for the man atop of her began to thrust into her; a slow, deliberate pace that left her breathless and shaking.

"Faster," she urged him, but no amount of begging would entice him to quicken the rolling of his hips. He kept that same, steady pace—yet that slow pace was enough to make her feel as if she were breaking in two. Each thrust into her core had her shuddering; when he withdrew, it felt as if a great hole had been carved into her soul. It was all she could do to clutch at him, to wrap her legs tight around his waist and wish he would loosen the restraints and really fuck her.

Hanabi found herself exploring him.

She ran her hands through his hair—it was spiky and smooth, pleasing to the touch. She tried to imagine blond spikes, but the image didn't quite catch.

"Ooohhh," she groaned, arching her back as he hit that sweet spot inside of her; he pulled her close and suckled at her neck, his strong arms wrapped tight around her lithe frame.

Her hands moved down from his hair to his shoulders—broad and thick, with muscles coiled beneath her fingers. Her touch moved to his back, then to his arms.

Again, she tried to picture Naruto as the one on top of it—but the image just didn't quite work. Goofy, dopey Naruto, who had been late to his own coronation as Hokage…it didn't match up with the man who was inside of her, this beast of a man with an enormous cock and the skill to back it up.

But it has to be Naruto. Hinata would never—

As if the man could sense her thoughts, he began to thrust harder.

It was all swept away.

Strike one sense away and all the rest were intensified to compensate. Hanabi couldn't see a thing—but God, could she feel everything he did to her. Every time his member throbbed inside of her, it sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. Every thrust into her slick, wet core, had her purring.

It wasn't a matter of if she was going to orgasm, but when.

He didn't gently ease her into one of those slow rolling orgasms. He didn't even bring her to orgasm. Oh no, whoever this man was, he bared his weight down on her, thrust his hips hard, and fucked her into a bone-shaking orgasm that had her entire body quivering from head-to-toe.

She blacked out.

Not that it mattered much, when she couldn't see anything in the first place.

There was no way to track the passage of time—one moment she was getting fucked, the next, she was getting pounded. She only knew that she had lost all sense because he had shifted atop of her, his arms in different places, his cock throbbing even more inside of her.

"He's close," said Hinata.

"I—" Hanabi, once again, found the words catching in her throat.

He rammed home yet again and her vision whited out—the sudden shift from black to white was jarring; she grit her teeth, holding onto him for dear life, a moan slipping from her lips.

"He's going to cum inside of you in about thirty seconds," Hinata estimated. "So if you want him to pull out, you'd better say something now."

She did want to say something.

It wasn't going to be that she wanted him to pull out—oh no, that was the last thing she wanted.

She wanted him to cum inside of her…so badly that there was a dull ache ringing throughout her body, from head to toe, that only his seed could quench. She wanted to beg for him, to feel as he pressed down hard on her and unloaded all the fruits of their sex into her innermost place.

Yet, her pride wouldn't allow it.

Still, she said nothing.

She moaned and she threw her head back, mouth agape, as he hammered into her those last few times.

Then he slammed himself inside of her to the hilt—she shuddered. There was a beat…and then warmth exploded inside of her, so much that Hanabi could only quiver and moan as he filled her up. He held her close, his lips against her neck, comforting her; holding her in his arms as she was reborn.

When the torrent of cum stopped, they lay there—she was panting, he was breathing hard into her ear. She shuddered, as she felt his heat inside of her; his cock was still hard, still throbbing. He wiggled his hips slightly and she moaned.

"Oh my God," Hanabi groaned. "Okay, okay—you win, sister," she whispered.

"Do you care to elaborate?" Hinata said; she could almost hear the grin on her sister's lips.

"I understand…" Hanabi insisted. "...I understand why—" She swallowed. "God, it's so good. How could you not?"

"We didn't exactly have a choice," Hinata said warmly. "Well, we did, but in the end we didn't. If that makes sense. Now, do you want more, dear sister?"

"Y-yes…" Hanabi purred. She clutched at his back, squeezing her legs around his waist. "I want more."

"That was a rhetorical question," said Hinata. "The real question is this: in exchange for your silence, you can get fucked as much as you like by him. Is that agreeable to you?"

Without hesitating, her answer came spilling forth, "Yes, yes, yes…" she said, squeezing her legs tighter around him. "I'll be quiet; I won't say a goddamn word. Just—let me…let me…" She drifted off as he wiggled his hips inside of her again, his throbbing cock causing her senses to go haywire.

"Alright then," Hinata said. "You'll have to wait until another night before you get more, though, I'm afraid."

Hanabi began to whine as he pulled out of her—he left her there in the darkness, his seed oozing down her thigh, Hanabi suddenly cold all over and shivering. The only heat she felt was the warmth of his cum inside of her.

"And I think we'll leave the blindfold on," Hinata continued. "It's fun watching you squirm."

She shuddered.

"Go ahead and leave us," she said—but Hanabi realized she wasn't talking to her, for she heard the sound of a kiss, and then the shuffling of footsteps. "I'll see my sister out of here, and then you can come have me."

The door opened and closed. Hanabi felt a brush against her back, and then slim fingers undoing the blindfold.

When it fell down, she was blinded.

She had to blink several times, and then, the first thing she saw was the massive creampie dribbling down her leg.

What the fuck is he? Hanabi's heart was racing.

"Careful," Hinata said, giving her sister a chaste kiss on the cheek. "With that look in your eyes, I imagine you might just join Himawari and I soon enough."

Hanabi looked at her. "Don't tempt me," she said in jest. "God—I…I was not prepared for that."

"No one is," whispered Hinata. "Now come, let's get you cleaned up. I don't mean to kick you out, but it's my turn to get fucked and you're holding me up from that."

That next morning, Hanabi woke up early. She was tired, and sore between the legs, and a flush crept up her face as she remembered what had happened the previous night.

Worse still, her phone was buzzing. When she read the text, her heart leapt into her throat—need you in my office—it read.

She got dressed. Was it too showy? Her first outfit definitely was; she changed into something a bit more appropriate. Then, she thought, maybe it was a bit too concealing. What's the point in hiding something from someone who's seen everything?

In the end, Hanabi rushed out the door in a pair of tight shorts and a warm, orange blouse. She was sure he would appreciate the color.

The trip to his office was a long one—the Hyūga compound was massive and far away from the city center. After Pein's attack, it had been rebuilt with her family's vast funds, larger and more grandiose than ever. Still, she left it in the dust as she raced from rooftop to rooftop, the Hokage's tower getting closer by the second.

When she arrived, she went through the front doors. The secretary confirmed her appointment and waved her through. She went up the circular rampway, coming to a stop in front of the door.

She swallowed.

Then she yanked the handle and dove into the unknown.

The first thing she saw was blond hair: spiky and unkempt, just like—

Wait.

Hanabi stared at Naruto for a moment, cautiously tiptoeing her way forward.

"Hey," he said, greeting her warmly. His gaze was the same as always—energetic and upbeat. "Sorry to get you out of bed, but some of our servers crashed and your last mission report was deleted. If you don't mind, I just need ten minutes of your time to get it done again."

"...sure…" Hanabi said hesitantly. "Not a problem."

She sat, and they went over the mission. It had been a simple reconnaissance thing—some bandits in a nearby town had been getting uppity, and Naruto had dispatched a Hyūga to scout their defenses before he sent out a team to get rid of them. He cracked a few jokes, made her laugh, and generally had her smiling the whole time.

Overall, it was a warm encounter; Naruto was always a treat to spend time with.

Yet this is not what a man would act like the night after turning me into his bitch, thought Hanabi, biting her lip. What's going on?

Try as she might, she kept picking out holes in the story she had concocted.

In her mind, Hinata had simply wanted to fuck with her and maintain plausible denability—Hanabi had donned a blindfold, Naruto had crept in and played the role of the silent bull masterfully.

Yet…

His hair's wrong, Hanabi thought. She remembered the hair she had clutched at last night; and that wasn't it. She would have to run her fingers through it to be sure, but she was almost positive.

But beyond that, his body type was wrong. In the darkness, she had been left with only touch, and she had run her hands over every inch of that man's body. Naruto's wasn't it—it was a bit slimmer, the arms a tad less defined. It wasn't right.

But if it wasn't Naruto, she thought, then who was it?

As they were wrapping up, there was a knock at the door. "Come in," Naruto said, as he typed out the last bit.

The door opened, and in walked Sasuke Uchiha.

Hanabi initially paid him no mind—she wasn't like some of the other villagers, who still harbored a grudge. He had repented a thousand times over, saved the village multiple times, and was the Hokage's best friend. Hanabi chose to let bygones be bygones.

"You two almost done?" said Sasuke. His voice was low, manly; she had to repress a shiver.

"Yeah," Naruto said. "What do you need? Is it important?"

"Just needed to run some things past you," the Uchiha said. "You two can finish whatever it was you were doing."

"We're done," Naruto murmured. "Thanks for coming in, Hanabi. You know, it's been so long since you've come over for family dinner—just text Hinata whenever and we can have you over."

"S-sounds good," Hanabi said..

She stood up, turning toward the door; Sasuke was still standing beside it.

They made eye contact for a moment.

Then, quite calmly, Hanabi walked past him. She let the door close gently behind her; she didn't quite hear the sound of it though, for her heart was suddenly thundering in her ears.