Solving Hinata

Summary: A coup d'etat and broken hearts. A love he chose not to fight for. The love she left willingly. As for Hinata, what Naruto doesn't know won't hurt him. And she chose that over everything.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto

Rated Mature : Contains sexual and violent / gore scenes

PLEASE NOTE : Italicised words means thoughts. Italicised paragraphs may introduce scenes to happen, have happened, or dreams. Bold letters/phrases may mean sound effects/emphasis.

CHAPTER ONE

Her lips parted and closed.

Naruto is on his way back from his three week-long mission and tonight they will have dinner. Should she tell him? How was she supposed to say that she willingly agreed to this? How can she tell him she cannot fight for him?

Her eyes are still rimmed with red from her crying.
She brought the back of her hand on her glassy eyes, she isn't supposed to cry now. She cannot back out now.

Her clan cannot afford to have a selfish princess.

It is not a choice between the love of her life, Naruto, or the people whose freedom depends on hers. It's now a choice between her happiness or lives. And she did not grow up selfish.

She took a deep breath. She needs not to be selfish. It has to be done.

Hinata nodded at her reflection. She has to tell Naruto tonight. She has to end this...relationship. She then took the basket full of grocery and walked out of the mansion to his apartment, heavy heart dropping every step.

I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry, Naruto. But it's not just us two anymore.

He couldn't wait. His feet are obviously in a hurry, almost running only if the streets aren't too crowded like it is, how on earth did he even agree to live in such far apartment from the village gates?

Naruto sighed, all he want right now is to see Hinata in his apartment cooking her promised dinner when he gets back. So going back to his current dilemma, he sure was tricked when he agreed to move in this new flat. Even though it was bigger and surprisingly cheaper, it is four times farther from where he used to live in. But Hinata like the place and... UGH. The thought of her makes him want to just divide the crown and sprint.

Very noticeable was his annoyed face in the sea of smiles. Finally, after what seemed like hours, but in reality just 25 minutes of struggle - he was out of the crowd and sprinted to his apartment.

He and Hinata became an official couple since the war - there had been no opposing party so far which was surprising since everyone was ready to go against the Hyuuga clan had they tried. The blonde ran his fingers through his locks, how long had they been together? He smiled, almost four years. At 23, Naruto became manlier - in terms of physical appearance and his voice has never reached so low as it is now, and he became wittier and a little less duller than he was. Being the right hand of the presiding Hokage, he is now able to meet with other nations' leaders without being tackless/reckless/mannerless/brainless that he was known for - it was almost like seeing quarter of how Minato was.

Fishing the keys out of his pockets, he excitedly unlocked his grey door and entered quietly.

Ninja as they are he sneaked in with excitement knowing Hinata still jumps out from her skin when he surprises her.

He passed by the clean white, brown and black assemble of furniture of his living room, to the wooden floored corridor, to his cream tiled kitchen clad in white curtai where he stood by the door watching his girlfriend stir the promised ramen.

Hinata, standing five foot and two inches, was in her black jounin pants, lilac turtleneck sleeveless top, white house sandals, and dark tresses in a clumsy bun - and Naruto did not forget to take note of her bunny apron he got her on their 3rd anniversary.

Slowly but making sure that his shadows didn't give him away, he claimed his prey - enclosing her small waist in his strong muscular arms. Naruto chuckled on hearing her small gasp, feeling the light jump on her toes - she still gets startled. His nose breathing on her neck made her shiver - then a smile appears on her pristine flushed face.

"I missed you"

He got a show of her long and straight pearly white teeth before seeing her small pink tongue clicking. "I missed you too, Naru"

Her fingers got the lid of the ramen pot and closed it also turning off the fire. Then she faced him. His face fell, "I tried to get here as early as possible, 'Nata. I haven't seen you for three whole weeks, heck I even forgot my bag in the hospital after a post mission check up"

He pouted, she bit her lips and waited for the next lines. "So how come I don't get to be welcomed with kisses like how I do when you get back from your missions?" He asked still pouting, mimicking that of a fie year old kid whose candy was taken away.

His face fell again, this time his thumb is wiping her tears away, "I missed you..I missed you" She sobbed, her palms warm but fingers cold on his face.

As if automatic, his lips met the crook of her neck. She felt his smile against her skin. He nodded and proceeded with kissing each of her fingers, her palms, her nose, her eyes, her mouth. "I missed you too"

His lips claimed hers, softly. Softly.

How? Someone tell me how do you tell someone you love so much that you cannot be with him? Kami, how?

Her tears kept falling, his hand now on the small of her back - his lips now adding pressure on hers. Hungry and gentle kisses, caresses...

She needs this. She needs this. One last time.

The apartment was spotless - anywhere they lay right now can do, dustless and sterilised but who would want to do that to his princess? (Inner Naruto does) but he chose to lead her to his (their?) room.

Naruto had the audacity to close the door and check the windows - he doesn't like sharing.

Hinata turned to hug him, inhaling his scent before planting kisses on his clothed pecks. "That kiss would have lingered more if I was unclothed," he smirked. Her flushed face only made him lean on her, stealing kisses on her light peach lips.

"Please" Her eyes pleading with want.

He took off his shirt, now fingering the apron ties and clothes began to fall on his cold floor.

Walking backwards and finally flopping down on the mattress, she removed her black pants - leaving only her sleeveless top and undergarments. Had she been 17, she would have never thought these nights would ever happen - but it did. Sleeping with Naruto began on their sixth month of relationship as girlfriend and boyfriend. It was not just sex, not just fucking - their first was making love, not just a saliva swap. But right now, they were bowing down on their primal needs.

Naruto took a second or two to adore her open being - long black tresses curling at the ends and free from the bun, her mounds of a chest rising up and down from the adrenaline, her toned mid section, her long and fleshy thighs waiting for his. Slowly, he kissed her inner thighs, making her bite on her lower lip (almost whimpering from the high), then removing her black lacy underwear as she took his head up to hers.

She kissed him senseless, like a hungry vampire sucking on the fresh virgin blood

"I want you so bad now, 'Nata" his voice was sore, deep, wanting...

Naruto is nipping now her exposed bossom, specifically her erect left nipple, in which she never felt her clothes was taken off of her, her lips parted panting. "What's stopping you?" She whispered softly

Like a gate pass, his right hand cupped her core, testing if he is ready to enter. He entered her with no other questions asked, a swift homecoming - like rolling in her lips the name she longed for.

"Hua..N-Nar-Kun"

He's delivering her to paradise, she didn't know what it was but he was pressing all her buttons and she felt like fireworks was crackling her brain. She arched her back, trashing her head with the movement, exposing her long white neck in which became his nibbling spot. Her soft moans made his fingers dug in tighter on her thighs, it was mad - he was hard and they were fast, her hips going in rhythm with his.

The mattress springs squeak in friction and in haste movements.

Her trimmed nails dug on his sun-kissed back, to where many scratches from her have not yet faded - proof of their raging night wars.
"Nggg, faster" Her plea, like how many times they've done it, was a sign of her nearness.

Four more thrust and both her feet are pointing up the ceiling - cold and shivering from the coming... after her, three more thrusts and he was down, barely having the strength to prop on his elbows.

She welcomed him, her legs still locked on his hips, her slender arms under his...

Slowly, she kissed his forehead - her long white fingers brushing his hair as he turned on his back with her now on top.

Her lips reached to both his eyes, to his tall tip of a nose, to his cheeks, to his forehead, to his lips - long peck that turned to a lazily returned kiss

"Welcome back, Naruto-kun"

And slowly, she listened to his now calming erratic heart, his fingers lazily massaging her soft white scalp. Ramen forgotten out in the cold kitchen pot.

"I love you, Hinata. More than I'll ever love myself. I can't imagine life without you, you know?" He said softly, in a very vulnerable way...

"I love you too. I love you too" She whispered on his chest. Tears threatening to fall. How was she supposed to tell him now?

CHAPTER TWO PREVIEW:

There they lay, white eyes socketed in their old wrinkled faces staring at their own blood pool. Their white and red - now turning maroon -robes scattered like rags, pale lips opened just enough for a shock to escape, long scrawny fingers trying to form seals... bloody clean.

Seven lifeless bodies.

Seven old wretched elders of the most prestigious clan of Konohakagure.

The killer's hair glowed under the moon light seeping through the windows, stance steady and straight, ears on heightened sense - listening to the deteriorating heart beat of the last dying elder.

The eighth, Hiashi, the leader of the clan, had his head bowed. He is next, and he can see the shadows nearing him. Hiashi sees everything - his white eyes need to to meet the masked figure clad in black ninja attire for he knows who moves in grace for he knows who fluidly kills in like shadows and he is proud.

Hiashi knows.

The eighth person the killer is to finish, bows at the sight, he does not tremble. For he knows he is next.

The sharp sway of the long katana enveloped the killer's gloved hands is heard in the room. The perfectly sharpened end of the sword protrudes at the back of the Hyuuga's clan head. Hiashi spits blood, as expected, he does not fight back. The veins on his head bulging like maps on concrete marble.

On this fated night, everything has been set. Just like how it had been one and a half decades ago.

Uchiha Itachi would have been proud.

A/N: I will update as soon as within the week. Please do review and I hope you like it. As the story progresses, the plot also deepens. I plan this to be dramatic and mind blowing... so help me please by telling me what's on your mind. Thank you! Also if you are to say something that might be negative, feel free to PM me. I won't mind. Thank you for reading!