Sparks Fly (NaruHina Fanfic)

Sparks Fly Chapter Eight

Series: Naruto

Pairings: NaruHina

Author: Lynns

Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Kishimoto Masashi

Type: Alternate Universe/Romance

Sparks Fly

Chapter 8

Naruto sighed heavily.

He wasn't sure what had persuaded him to tell Hinata to go after Kiba; to be truthfully honest, he was now regretting it deeply.  At first, he wanted to call her back, his hand instinctively reaching towards her retreating back.  However, the words he wanted to shout died in his throat, and all he could do was watch as she disappeared amongst the sea of parked vehicles.

"Damn it . . ." he huffed, leaning back heavily against the truck behind him.  

He let out another sigh before tilting his head back to stare up at the full moon.  The memory of kissing Hinata a few moments ago came crashing back into him; her body pressed up against his, her fingers clutching the front of his coat and the hot feeling that had cascaded down his body while they were in that moment of passion . . .

I didn't want to stop . . . I wanted more . . . I still want more . . . I want . . .

Naruto let out another sigh, his hand hitting the truck's front grill in frustration.

He wasn't sure how long he stood there for, his mind running around in circles at what had just happened between him and Hinata, to Kiba finding them and then to wondering why in the hell he told her to go after her friend.  The greedy and selfish part of him had wanted her to stay; keep Hinata by his side, and continue kissing her until his lips hurt.  He had wanted to do that with her for years, and yet the moment the opportunity presented itself . . . the second he was flying high on cloud nine, they were interrupted, and he foolishly told her to leave.

A part of him wanted to stay in that parking lot, perhaps hoping that Hinata would change her mind and come back to him any minute now.  But he knew that wasn't going to happen; she was the caring type and probably wanted to clear the air with Kiba sooner than later.  Naruto couldn't deny that he was slightly worried that perhaps Kiba would try to pull the moves on Hinata, forcefully kiss her or try to convince her to be with him instead.  Although he knew that was most likely not going to happen, this wasn't like a rom-com movie come to life, and he did know Kiba pretty well after all.  Perhaps it was just that protective boyfriend instinct that labelled any man aside from him a threat to his girlfriend.

Trying to shake the anxiety creeping into his mind, Naruto grabbed his bag off the hood of the truck and started to make his way back towards the camp, making sure to take the long way around so he wouldn't run into Hinata and Kiba while they talked.

Naruto marched towards the entrance, trying to focus on the dinner he was supposed to have with his parents tonight.  It had been two weeks since he had seen them last, and he was looking forward to chatting with them.   Even though he still lived with his parents, the only time he was able to see them over the past four years was at camp. 

While it wasn't ideal for a 24-year-old man to still be living with his parents, the system they had come up with was undoubtedly beneficial for everyone involved.  On his days off, he looked after the house while his parents were at work, something he had been doing since High School when his mom went back to the oil field with his father.  He paid a small amount of rent, saved money, and was gone at work when his parents returned home to their clean, quiet house.  The only rules he had to follow were no parties and no bringing women over, which were very easy to abide by.  If he ever did go drinking with his friends and co-workers, the party was either usually at a bar or at someone else's house that was usually close enough for him to stumble home, or he would crash on Kakashi's couch for the night.