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Arukan
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Here it is, the place where you can find all of my old works, and my new releases. I will make a table of contents so people know where each story begins and ends.
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Lack of Confidence......Page 1
Lack of Order..............Go!
Karma and Repentance.... Go! |
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Arukan
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Lack of Confidence
by Uchiha Arukan
Chapter 1: The Situation Begins
In the small village of Konoha, many things are expected of the children, their children are strong, able minded and bodied and are focused. All people from this town are in the dominion of the Country of Fire….a land gripped in the heat of war. But in Konoha the war is very far away. Still their children are taught to become strong able-bodied ninja.
However focusing on every person in Konoha is not something for which this story is concerned. This story is concerned with the life of one such girl trained as a Shinobi in Konoha. Her name is Hinata…she is 17 years old and a very capable, if not fiercely shy, girl. Her family, the Hyuuga clan, is one of the oldest and proudest of ALL the families in Konoha, so old that it is thought when the Fire Country was first formed that only the Hyuuga clan existed in Konoha. Of course a lot of stress and regard are put on the children of Konoha, and the children of the Hyuuga family are definitely NO exception at all, in fact a lot of the children in the Hyuuga family are held to even higher standards then their peers. A lot of work is put into each Hyuuga child to make them excellent, intelligent, and strong. Weakness is frowned upon.
Worst of all for poor Hinata, she is the heiress to the clan, the successor to the entire Hyuuga name. Many other Hyuugas do not like very much, the idea of Hinata becoming leader of their section of Konoha one day. They see her shyness and overall insecurities as major faults in her person itself. Very little to say, she is often shunned from even her own family. Hinata however strives to make herself able and show her family and peers she can be strong. Hinata has another problem in store for her, looming on the horizon, and that is where our story begins…
Dawn rose over the cliffs that surround the east of Konoha; the sharp rock faces cast eerie shadows over all the buildings. No one is usually active much at this time. Even for a village that strives for excellence. Saturday morning slowly creeps up on Konoha and within an hour the sun has come over the cliffs and some people are finally rising from their beds. The streets don’t fill yet; only during major events would they fill, like the Summer Festival that would be taking place in a couple days.
An alarm clock goes off in a large bedroom of the Hyuuga Manor. A small round blue head of hair popped out of sheets and looked groggily at the clock. “I don’t wanna wake up,” A petite voice said, annoyed at the clock, as if it were a person.
Her extended hand turned off the clock and the girl almost resumed sleeping peacefully. However, it did not take long for a strange sensation to alert the slightly awake teenager. It was a damp cold feel, the girl sat up in her bed and looked around…it said 7 a.m. on her clock, and she realized what she had felt. Looking at her crotch area on the bed sheets was a large wet spot. The girl looked at it morosely and then got out of bed, and did not care to even change her wet clothing before she cleaned up her sheets.
Tears welled in the eyes of the blue haired girl as she put away her sodden bedding. “I…I can’t believe I wet the bed,” The girl began to cry a bit on her soft carpeted floor. She noticed a few minutes later that she was still in her wet clothing. The girl looked over at her dresser and stood up. A small, little trophy was there…the only thing she had ever won, and even though she was a little damp, that trophy always made her happy.
“1st Place Drawing Contest,” it said, “Awarded to Hinata Hyuuga”. Hinata pulled off her damp pajama bottom and panties and collected a new pair. She headed into the shower. She was hopeful to forget about the events that had just transpired.
As she left the steamy shower room and pulled up her canary yellow panties, she could smell the faint smell of urine, still. She set off the clean her mattress, and in a few minutes, it was smelling nice and fixed with new linens from her closet. Hinata could only smile at her good work. No one would know she wet her bed. She could tell her mother she spilt something on her sheets, and her mother would believe her. All and all, it might not be the worst day ever.
For the rest of the morning Hinata had almost totally forgotten about the incident. She liked to spend time out at a local teashop and restaurant, where she was rarely bothered, or noticed for that matter.
Hinata ordered tea as she usually did, and requested some small teacakes. Secretly from her table in the corner of the restaurant she spied Naruto walking into the restaurant and making quite a scene as he usually did. “Hey pops! Get me some ramen! I’m starving!”
Hinata blushed watching him. She had quite a crush on Naruto, she did not know why, maybe because he was everything she wanted to be, but was not. Hinata felt a small pinch in her lower stomach, she needed to pee, but the fear of being seen by Naruto made ever more apt to stay hidden, and out of sight. Naruto was joined today by his friends, their names: Sasuke; a shifty royal blue haired kid with an abnormal anti-sociality, and Sakura; a spunky, pink haired, overly enthusiastic girl who crushed on Sasuke in a quite open, and in some ways-annoying manner.
As they sat down Hinata shakily sipped on her tea a bit more slowly. That ‘rock in the bottom of your stomach’ feeling was slowly intensifying, watching Naruto. He began to look around, as he always did, because he had the patience of a squirrel, and his inquisitive watch met Hinata’s obsessive stare. He saw recognized her just as she quickly averted her eyes. “Watcha doin’ back there, Hinata, all lonely over in that dark corner? Come over here and sit with us!” Naruto lacked the tact to realize he was nearly screaming from the other side of the teashop.
“Don’t invite her over here; she’s odd,” Sasuke said quite rudely, but hush.
“You don’t get to say much about oddity Sasuke; well, I don’t care if Hinata sits here. She is obviously not going to bother anyone, Hinata is quiet and sweet, unlike Naruto,” Sakura said overtly precociously watching Naruto get rise from his seat.
“Fine then she sits here!” Naruto literally picked up Hinata, depositing her in the seat adjacent to him. He brought over her tea and set it up in front of her as it had been at her table. “Why are you all alone in that corner Hinata?” Naruto asked when he had finally seated himself again.
“No…no…no reason,” Hinata already knew she was blushing as she answered. She could not talk to Naruto; the one she adored to an obsession. She was pleading inside for her outer self to tell Naruto how she felt, but her shyness would not let her, and she ended up playing with her fingers as she usually did. Once more, she noticed that nagging persistence in her bladder, maybe she should have gone after all.
“Well you can sit here now. Naruto stated rather obviously, going back to slurping his noodles. “So, what are you doing at the Summer Festival next week?” Naruto asked questioningly, his mouth full of food. Did he want to take her? Hinata’s head danced with thoughts of going to the festival with Naruto. Quickly reacting and almost without thinking she threw out her answer.
“Nothing, nothing at all. I’m free that day. I was going to stay home and do nothing,” Hinata huffed and puffed a bit, she was getting cramped even in the open space. She was quickly losing the confidence to talk, see, and even breathe almost. Her eyes began to water, her vision blurred as panic filled her totally, as severely as she could feel the liquid in her bladder. Stress and fear had allowed her to notice the gaining pressure in her abdomen, and with a huge shaking lurch, she got up and bolted out of the restaurant. “I have to go Naruto; I will talk to you later!” She shouted as she fled running as if she had been scalded.
She found herself all the way home and into the empty garden before she stopped running and took a deep soothing breath. Her entire body was tense still, and flustered, she felt as if her entire body was blush with embarrassment. Warmth was flooding her entire being the minute she had relaxed. She felt ever more so relaxed as she let go of her worry. Around Hinata, droplets of wetness had fallen to the ground; as her gaze met her pants, she became distraught. She had wet herself! She didn’t even realize it until it was happening, she had forgotten about the pain in her bladder it had seemingly disappeared and she had not even noticed her own body letting go.
Hinata had almost broken down right there in the garden, but she was able to make it to her room, and changed before she erupted into tears. “Why did that happen?!” Hinata beat her fists against her pillow softly and cried miserably. “I am going to go to sleep and pretend this is all a dream. I’m just stressed, so very stressed. I got nervous, that was why I wet myself,” The poor child put her head against her pillow and closed her eyes trying to close off the well of tears.
Hinata was right, it had been her nervousness, however she did not also realize that her body was still growing and not all things were keeping in pace. Hinata feel asleep despondently. She was dry though…she hoped that at least she would wake that way. She could not stand her little imperfections, and wanted for the world to wake up, without them.
Chapter 2: The Situation Worsens
Hinata did not stir until the sun had nearly set that evening. At about eight Hinata did get up and looked about her room. In her near asleep state, she started remembering the events of that midmorning. She remembered waking up to a wet bed, and then narrowly escaping wetting herself in front of Naruto by running away. Hinata’s hands moved slowly and warily to her crotch area and felt nothing but dry Lycra. She sighed deeply and smiled to herself. “Dry,” she thought. Only long enough to realize she did have to pee. She hurried to the bathroom door and went inside; she closed it behind her emerging a few moments later relieved.
Hinata thought she would go see the sun set that night; it had been a long time since she had done that. It would help calm her and definitely serve her nerves a great deal. As she walked out her door and slid it shut, she felt a warm and sweet smelling summer breeze pass through her hair. The smell of the trees and flowers of the garden was amazingly pacifying. It was gentle and it caressed her face as her mother often did when she was little, and still sometimes did, when Hinata was upset.
Hinata found herself within the park in a short time and looking towards the west and the failing sunlight as it hide beneath the horizon she felt compelled to lie in the grass. With a small heave, she fell to the ground and giggled as the cool ground contrasted to the warmth of her body. “Mmm, so comfy,” Hinata cooed. She smiled deeply as she usually didn’t; she opened her pale lavender eyes and watched a few birds pass overhead.
She felt her body tense and then relax; she was afraid she might of peed herself but felt no warmth after the tension had past. She was thankful. “I am becoming so much more jumpy then I usually am. Maybe it is the fact that I have wet my bed three weeks, every single night. Its becoming a problem, but its not that bad I guess. Nevertheless today after seeing Naruto is very unsettling. I have not had an accident since I was four. When Neji jumped out of that corner and scared me,”
Hinata giggled remembering her cousin bounding from around the corner at her house and she totally wetting herself from sheer fright. She remembered that her mother had laughed quite visibly too, when she washed her that night.
However, Hinata knew her mom would not be so jovial about her recent streak of bedwetting. “I’m a good girl,” She said reassuring herself.” I am just going through a phase. Like a lot of girls must do. Soon I’ll just stop wetting the bed at night and no one will know it ever happened,”
Hinata nodded, she would not let her mother know she was wetting the bed, no matter what. Even if it meant making sure her sheets were cleaned every morning for the next five years. Hinata was getting sleepy again; she did not even notice that she had begun to nod off until she had fallen asleep. She began to snore loudly and happily as the night had fallen in earnest. Shadows covered the forest and shrouded the park in a veil of black punctuated only by the moonlight above. A blond shadow shifted out of the bush and almost tripped over Hinata.
“Sakura-chan really hit me HARD,” Naruto nursed a lump on his head tenderly. All I did was use my kage bunshin to boost myself to her room. I did not know she was changing! She should shower at a reasonable time, like two in the morning as I do! Huh what’s this snoring thing on the floor?” Naruto knelt down and examined Hinata quite ignorantly before knowing it was her. “What is Hinata doing here at night, its dangerous. A kunoichi like her should know its not safe to sleep in the grass at night!”
Naruto shook Hinata quite hastily and without subtlety. He had such a gentle way of handling things it seemed. Hinata’s eyes shot open and saw Naruto looking right at her, his face inches from hers, his warm breath breathing down on her lips. Eyes shaking inside her skull, the world around her liquidating and pouring through her Hinata yelped, threw her head up, and smashed it right into Naruto’s. He had been wearing his forehead protector, but she had hers were it always had been, around her neck, exposing her forehead. She fell backwards unconscious and Naruto flew backwards in fright.
“HINATA-CHAN??!!!” Naruto’s eyes went wide and his pupils shrunk to the size of pinheads. His initial fright faded and he knew Hinata should be brought home seeing, as she was not going to wake up now. “I should get her home, she seems fine, but she has a cut on her forehead. We should wrap that,” Naruto intricately removed Hinata’s headband from her throat and tied it softly yet taut around her forehead covering the slightly bleeding laceration. “Poor Hinata, she will probably be all mad at me for startling her,”
Picking the soft girl from the grass and taking her towards the path to the park Naruto started off for the Hyuuga quarter of Konoha. He passed through the streets feeling the soft load on his back and her warmth pressing into him. Her soft breasts were right against his back and as he continued to tote her; the feeling of them bouncing softly made Naruto a little happy. When he had made it to the Hyuuga quarter, he looked in awe at the mansions that lined the street. “Hinata lives HERE?!” He thought finding the sign that bore the insignia of the Head family above the most stately mansion in Konoha.
Naruto walked silently into the residence hoping to avoid anyone seeing him carrying Hinata into her own house, or maybe the reversal of that action. He did not want anything bad to happen to himself, while helping Hinata. A problem arose when Naruto did not know where Hinata’s room was I the giant mansion. He looked through the soft paper of the doors trying to perceive shadows behind them and after two times of walking into a sitting room or unoccupied storage area he found a more modern looking room with pink slippers sitting in front of a bed adorned with konoha symbols against a green cloth.
He was sure of this room’s ownership when he spied the trophy that he had seen Hinata win, remembering losing that contest to Hinata, well losing to everyone actually, but who’s counting?
Naruto tiptoed to Hinata’s bed and laid her down covering her with the blanket, tucking her in softly. He knew it would not be wise to leave a wounded girl unattended so Naruto sat in the corner of Hinata’s room against the wall looking as she softly heaved and sighed in her unconscious state. He wanted to make sure she would make it through the night okay, so he was resolute in staying awake the entire night. It only being around nine Naruto realized he had quite a bit of staying up to do.
Hours past, Naruto nodded to sleep a small bit but snapped his head back so violently it hit the wall. He grimaced angrily and rubbed the back of his head tenderly. Looking around he hoped the sound had not been loud enough to rouse any occupants in the manor.
Hinata was slowly and softly inhaling, and exhaling peaceably. It was almost tiring listening to her sleep so soundly. Naruto stood up and walked over to Hinata. She shivered a bit in her sleep and snuggled up in her blanket. Naruto removed her headband and looked at the wound on her forehead. It was a small cut, and there was no bleeding.
“I guess she’s okay. I might as well go to sleep. I’ll check up on her before I leave in the morning.” Naruto told himself before returning to the corner and sitting down. Within moments, he was asleep and snoring obnoxiously.
About another 7 hours crept on by and the sun began to once more peek slightly over the clouds in the east. It was summing up to be a bit of a dreary day. Small dark rain clouds dotted the sky.
Inside the Hyuuga manor, Hinata began to stir. With a fright, she woke and looked straight ahead surprised. She remembered only seeing Naruto in the woods and then nothing. As the fright left her, despondence took hold, warmth pooled around her bottom and crotch. She was peeing! Hinata looked sadly at the wetness as her body stopped evacuating. “Darn it.” She said softly, keeping from crying. It was at the moment she looked away from the wet spot she heard it.
The monster like snoring of the blond haired boy in her corner alerted her. Eyes widening, she turned blood red. “Naruto…is…here? Oh no, he must have brought me home, what if I wet myself then?! No, I’m still in the same clothes as last night. Oh dear. I hope he will not see me like this. I know! I’ll take a shower and get changed really quickly, and then I’ll come out and wake him. He’ll never know.” Hinata reassured herself as she folded down the covers and put her feet to the floor.
Naruto shuffled a little as Hinata scurried off to the shower with her clothes in hand. In the warm water spray, Hinata washed her delicate body. Her mind stood on being quick. She was trying to make sure she would be out before Naruto woke up. Hinata begun to wash her hair. She was thinking. “I have to stop this, all of this wetting, the bed, when I’m awake. All of it. How?” She continued to think as she shut the water and got dressed.
Opening the door towel still over her wet head Hinata walked to the center of her room and removed the towel. “Hey Hinata! You’re done!” Naruto was standing there, his sleeves rolled up. A washcloth was in his hand, and Hinata’s bed was made.
“What…Naruto?!” Hinata felt dazed, not only was her adoration standing there, he had cleaned her soiled linens. She felt her lungs tighten and her muscles tense like as if they were subjected to electricity.
“Your sheets were a little damp Hinata. I guess you weren’t able to wake up since you wanged your head last night.” Its okay, it was my fault. So I cleaned it up!” Naruto smiled as if he had done nothing. Somehow, Hinata was comforted, she had a viable excuse, and Naruto did not know that she had just accidentally wet herself in bed.
“Thank you so much Naruto!” Hinata beamed.
“It was no problem. Sakura used to wet her sleeping bag during missions. I know how to clean stuff like that, its easy,” Naruto so easily blabbed.
“Sakura wet her sleeping bag?” Hinata smiled a little bit on the inside, she giggled somewhat inaudibly.
“Yeah, well, I should get going. Just make sure you take care of your forehead Hinata,” Naruto walked past her and rubbed the small cut softly. Hinata burnt crimson and almost fainted.
When Naruto was gone, Hinata sat on the dry edge of her bed and contemplated her predicament. “I must solve this, this problem of mine. Even if I can’t talk that well to Naruto, the least I can do is find a way to not wet myself at the mere sight of him.”
“Sakura used to wet her sleeping bag….” Naruto repeated in Hinata’s mind. Her eyes alerted and she smiled a bit. Sakura might know what to do! Hinata decided she would find Sakura and ask her the very day.
Pulling on her blue shoes and getting her small backpack in case she would need to take anything Sakura could give her; she combed her hair and winked at herself in the mirror. “We can do this, Hinata! Let’s go solve this problem!”
Chapter 3: The Solution
Hinata wandered around the inner village. She was taking her time and walking about, hoping she would bump into Sakura rather then awkwardly going to her home, or where she liked to study. She past Ichiraku Ramen and the drugstore, with no sign of Sakura, she continued on.
She turned around every so often in her pseudo-sneaky sort of way and looked around. She could not find hide nor hair or the pink haired girl. At the point she was ready to head for the library, an often haunt of Sakura’s, she heard a loud, very obnoxious laugh.
“Ino! You pig-face! That outfit is ridiculous!” Sakura exclaimed, putting down, what seemed to be, a very beautiful kimono that Ino was modeling.
“It is not, wide head!” Ino retorted swirling around in the purple floral kimono.
“I’ll wait for her to finish her conversation,” Hinata thought until Ino spotted her.
“Hey Hinata! What do you think of my kimono?” Ino dragged Sakura towards Hinata. She arrived and plopped her best friend down beside her; the two looked intently at Hinata for her answer. She thought about what she really felt.
“Its pretty, Ino. I like it,” Hinata mumbled shyly. Ino seemed satisfied. She let go of the vice like grip on Sakura’s shoulder and turned around.
“Well Hinata, Wide-head, I need to go get changed and work the register at the shop. You two take care!” Ino sashayed back into the store and disappeared.
“Don’t let it get to you Hinata,” Sakura said rubbing her shoulder. Hinata was very tense from the surprise interrogation. “Now why were you hiding over here? I saw you come over and stop when I was talking to pig-face.” Sakura smiled invitingly.
“Ummm, ummm, can I talk to you in private Sakura? Its kinda personal.” Hinata’s voice was very low and shy. She wasn’t exactly best friends with Sakura or anything.
“Let’s go back to my house and have tea,” Sakura suggested. Hinata nodded and Sakura began to walk in the direction of her home. The entirety of their walk time Hinata wondered how to ask her question in a formal, polite manner. When she had thought of a suitable method, they were already arriving at the Haruno residence.
“Mom, I’m home!” Sakura exclaimed walking through the door. There was no response. “Mom must be out, well anyway, come up to my room, I’ll get the tea started. It’s the only room upstairs, I doubt you will get lost,” Sakura pointed up a flight of steps and Hinata slowly stepped up them as she heard Sakura go about preparing tea.
Sakura’s room was small in comparison to Hinata’s own room, but something about all the things in it made Hinata envious. There were all sorts of little medals and awards for academic excellence. Hinata looked at a picture of Sakura’s ninja cell sitting on her windowsill. Naruto had his usual grin, Sasuke his trademark grimace, and between them stood Sakura beaming brightly. Kakashi-sensei stood above the three smiling, or frowning, Hinata could not really tell.
“I know its small compared to what you must have at your manor, but its got coziness,” Sakura said walking in the door with a platter of tea and cups. She set them on the small table in the center of her room and knelt down. “Have some tea, Hinata,”
Hinata sat down and accepted the cup of tea. Her slight anxiety of asking was lifting slightly. She felt she had a bit of commonality with Sakura. “So, um, Sakura? Can I ask you my question now?”
Sakura nodded. “Go ahead, I’m listening,”
“Well you see last night I went out for a walk….” Hinata went over the entire story piece by piece until she reached the end. “…then Naruto said that during missions you used to wet your sleeping bag, and I thought if he said “used to” I thought maybe you had figured out….some kind of solution to this sort of problem.” Hinata huffed and puffed a bit. That took more to say then she thought. Sakura looked over Hinata, figuring her answer.
“Well, yes, I guess you can say I did figure out a solution,” Though Sakura’s smile had not faded she wasn’t looking Hinata in the face, she was looking down at her knees. “I discovered something, from working in the hospital with Hokage Tsunade-sama.” Sakura seemed hesitating. She seemed to punch herself from the inside and looked back up at Hinata. “One second, I’ll find it for you,”
Sakura got to her feet, went into her small closet, kneeling down, took a few pieces of older looking clothes, and set them aside. She rustled through a few more things before returning with an object she was holding behind her back. “Please don’t find this insulting, I mean, I used them for a while, they work very well,” Sakura moved the object into view.
“Its that simple?” Hinata asked looking over the plastic-like white object in Sakura’s hand. Sakura did as Hinata usually did and turned beet red.
“You mean you’re not embarrassed or think its funny?” Sakura asked. “I thought a 15 year old girl wearing…these, was a bit sad,” Sakura put the object on the table. “You can have this one, I stopped wetting the bed a couple weeks ago, and so for now I don’t need more. Are you sure you don’t think its funny?”
“Of course not, you’re an able and strong ninja no matter what,” Hinata reassured Sakura, who had knelt back down and started to sip her tea.
“Tell no one, I wore diapers, Hinata” Sakura said rigidly. She looked up almost evilly. Hinata became tense for a moment and then smiled.
“I’m not going to tell anyone, it will be our little secret,” Hinata unfolded the diaper and held it in her hands; she looked it over quizzically and then put it back on the table. She looked to Sakura. “Umm, but I dunno, how to get this on…” Hinata was a little embarrassed.
Sakura stood up and took the white diaper in her hand. She motioned to her bed and sat on it. Hinata took a moment, but she stood up and walked over to the bed. “Lie down,” Sakura instructed firmly, but oddly reassuringly. “Now, I’ll try to be very gentle Hinata. I know the first time can be the most embarrassing,” Sakura was gently tugging at the edges of Hinata’s pants pulling them down to about her knees. “The jacket might get in the way; please unzip it if you don’t mind,”
Hinata moved her hand to the zipper and undid her jacket; she let the two halves fall to either side of her and returned her hands to their position on her chest.
“That’ll make this a bit easier,” Sakura cooed, eyeing Hinata’s striped panties. “I have a pair just like these,” Hinata could tell Sakura was trying to keep her calm and reassured through the entire process. A small blush came over Hinata as she felt the cool air against her exposed regions. Sakura reached to Hinata’s ankles and lifted them, elevating Hinata’s entire hind region.
“Now, all you do is position it nice and straight under your bottom, make sure its about here,” Sakura said poking softly a bit of creamy pale skin about two inches above Hinata’s backside.” Now, then all you do is lie back down and make sure its positioned right,” Sakura eased Hinata’s body down on the soft cloth-like feeling diaper.
Sakura smiled, as Hinata looked a bit relieved to not be in such a vulnerable position. “Almost done now, all you do is bring the front end up over yourself, about navel high, or a little lower if its not bothersome. Holding it there with one hand, from the bottom up alternate taping the tapes,” Sakura methodically said the positional names of the tapes as she did them snugly. “Bottom right, bottom left, middle right, middle left, top right, top left, All done!” Sakura looked over her work, prideful.
Hinata sat up and felt the soft, almost hugging fabric around her. She blushed a bit; it was a very different feel then her normal underwear. Sakura was working on something at Hinata’s thighs as Hinata’s hands felt the front of the diaper, stroking the soft plastic cover with one hand. “This isn’t so bad,” she thought.
Sakura handed Hinata what looked like a folded napkin at first. She then recognized her expertly folded panties. “They’ll only bunch up and make the diaper uncomfortable,” Sakura said helping Hinata to her feet and replacing her blue pants to her waist. “Wow, its almost unnoticeable, with the coat on, I doubt anyone, but an expert would know you had them on!”
Hinata nodded zipping the front of her jacket up, hiding the soft cloud, hugging her around the midsection, from view. “Thank you so much Sakura!” Hinata sprung rather impulsively and hugged Sakura tightly. “This will definitely help me stop, so I can finally ask Naruto….” Her shyness hit her just before she divulged on of her biggest secrets. “I mean, I meant, I….I….”
“Don’t worry,” Sakura said; rubbing Hinata’s back as they still embraced. “I’ve noticed your near idolization of that dummy Naruto. Don’t worry, I never told anyone.” Sakura let go and looked over Hinata's person one more time. “All set, now all you need to do is buy some more, and if this works, you’ll have no problem controlling those pesky stress evacuations! The drugstore next to the Ramen stand is where I picked these up. They’re probably the best brand in Konoha,” Sakura nodded thinking to herself.
Hinata noted what Sakura said and nodded politely before bowing. “Thank you, again. I need to go, thank you for your help, and for the tea,” Hinata bowed again before walking down the stairs of Sakura’s house and exiting into the warm mid-summer air.
Hinata fumbled through her backpack as she stood outside the entrance to her house. She had walked home quite slowly and guardedly back to her house; she did so even more furtively to her room. Once sitting upon her bed, she opened her purse and counted the money inside. “Much more then enough, most likely,” Hinata figured. She still was not over the comfort and simplicity of the slightly bulky padding around her bottom.
“Maybe things are coming up Hinata after all!” she thought jubilantly.
Chapter 4: A Minor Dilemma, and a Mother’s Love
Hinata felt a small pinch in her bladder. She had to go to the bathroom. She blushed a little bit at the idea of purposely using the diaper to relieve herself. However, she figured that’s what it was there for and not using it would just be a waste of Sakura’s gracious gift.
It was more of challenge to pee with the tight soft material against her then Hinata had originally thought, after about two or three minutes of trying. Hinata sat down and sighed. No sooner had she relaxed did her bladder release and warmth flooded her front.
“Oh no!” Hinata looked at her crotch fearfully but it dawned on her that not only had the wetting ceased but also the feeling of being damp was nil. “These are really good,” Hinata remarked pulling open the front of her pants and carefully prodding the material. Without contemplation, she let her pants go and smiled happily. “Dry,” was all she thought.
She made sure everything was in order and stood up. “If I go now, the drugstore should be empty, its mid afternoon on a weekday, no one’s gonna be there.” Hinata said to herself as she walked out of her room and slid the door closed.
The streets in town were empty as she leisurely walked towards the ramen stand, on the look out for any blond haired, blue-eyed ninjas slurping noodles. Naruto was not there, thankfully. Therefore, Hinata continued on past the stand and to the drugstore not even a block away.
She stood at the door for a moment cautiously and peered inside the wood furnished store. Magazines stood in racks at the near side of the store, and the register at the far. There were long white shelves, about five, filling the inside of the store and separating it into aisles. Taking one more look around Hinata stepped into the store and walked down the first aisle. She noted this was not the aisle that would have what she was looking for but she stopped and browsed anyway.
Hinata’s eye was caught by a manga and she picked it up. Pretty Kunoichi Michiru, Hinata’s favorite comic. She busily flipped through the book, looking at the pictures of the girl ninja. She giggled when she saw a page of Michiru standing over her bed mat with a small storm cloud above her head. There was a small yellow spot on the mattress. Hinata giggled again. “You and me both Pretty Kunoichi Michiru,” Hinata told the drawn ninja girl. She replaced the manga and went back to walking down the aisle.
Reaching the next, she quickly disregarded it; there was no need to go down it. It was all medicines and soldier pills, nothing she needed. The third was some home stuff, toilet paper, air freshener, and other toiletries. The back wall was empty except for a freezer section of indiscriminant drinks on the far end of the store. The fourth aisle had some female products on one side, and baby products on the other. She thought this would probably be the aisle.
Looking up and down the rows, she found a package, which had its blue back turned to the customer. On it bared the same brand and type of “adjustable brief” she was at the moment wearing. She looked over the package. There indicated a size measurement printed in one letter: S, M, or L on the front of the brief. Blushing deeply Hinata looked down at her legs. With one stealthy glance to her surroundings, she pulled at the elastic waistline of her pants and peered down into them. Written on the diaper was a small letter “M” in bright blue.
“Medium,” Hinata said to herself looking at the package she was holding. “18 Size Medium Briefs for Girls/Boys 15+” read the pack. She nodded at the pack and lifted it by the light blue, translucent plastic handle. Walking over towards the front of the store, she noted a familiar tuft of hair behind the register, kneeling down, snoring. The hair was in fact, Shikamaru.
“This is Shikamaru’s family’s drugstore?!” Hinata hit herself on the inside for not remembering the sign on the outside reading “Nara Pharmacy.” “I’m not brave enough to buy these with someone I know selling them to me, Shikamaru’s mother, father, anyone but one of my former classmates himself!” Her heart sunk so much work for nothing. “No… not this time. Not when I am so close to helping myself for one of the first times!” Hinata screamed inside so loudly it came out as almost an audible yelp.
Fighting with all her courage, she reached the counter and put down the package of diapers. She looked to the side of the register and spied the counter bell. Like trying to lift solid lead, Hinata raised her hand that had just released the package. It was as if explosion of stress were keeping the hand from rising. As much as she battled, the hand would not strike the service bell. “Do this Hinata!” She screamed inside, charging her hand forward and slamming the bell.
The almost caustic ring echoed through the store, and the palm tree like shoot of hair swiveled a bit. Shikamaru arose with his eyes groggily half-open. “How troublesome,” he remarked, incoherently ringing up and bagging the package. “11.50 is your total,” He yawned, his eyes still sleep ridden and unseeing.
With quick hand and even quicker step, Hinata paid and grabbed the bag, darting from the open door before Shikamaru had even taken a step back to resume his nap. He’d not even seen it was her.
Hinata ran, in some places jumping to quicken her escape home. With a few more bounds, she landed on the roof of her home. Slinking in she made it to her room, and put the package under her bed. Hinata stopped and rested. She felt wet all around her bottom. “Well good thing Sakura gave me this one….” Hinata though knowing now the diaper had to be in need of changing.
Hinata slowly slid her door shut and took off her jacket. She took off her headband and set it on her dresser. Sweat from her run home beaded on her forehead. She swiped it with her hand and decided a shower would be refreshing. Removing her Shinobi shoes, she set them at the door. Sighing softly she removed her pants and set them on the bed.
Once more Hinata went into the bathroom and ran the water. She removed the wet diaper and set it in her bathroom trash under a mound of toilet paper and a torn magazine. In a few moments, Hinata emerged from the water and shut it off. Droplets clung to her refreshed body as she dried her entire person gently. Wrapping herself, she entered her room.
“Now time to see how much I learned from Sakura,” Hinata said letting the towel fall to the ground, then collecting her mesh undershirt and putting it over her bare bosom. She carefully sat bare bottomed on her bed and laid back. Turning to her side, she ripped open the package and removed a crisp folded diaper. As she unfolded it, Hinata felt oddly happy. This was kind of new and fun to her. She had enjoyed the first one, maybe this was worth almost being caught by Shikamaru. Maybe…
As Hinata lifted her back to slip the fluffy undergarment underneath herself, she thought she heard something, but she chalked it up to the crinkling plastic and continued. Moments later Hinata taped up the top tape and smiled at her work.
“All done!” She said mimicking Sakura’s exclamation. She stood and did a small twirl, and as she did the door to her room slid open and a slender, taller, older version of Hinata stepped in. She wore a dark navy pair of satin slacks that ended at her ankle and led into her informal tatami sandals. Her top was a brief webbed midriff; it hung loose over a black silk bra. Around the waste of the figure, an older konoha headband glinted in the half-light. Her almost jet black azure hair cascaded like a waterfall to her mid back. Hyuuga eyes stared intently forward. It was a familiar figure. It was Hyuuga Inase…. Hinata’s mother.
Hinata’s twirl ended when her eyes locked onto her mother’s half-quizzical, half-surprised visage. “MOMMY?!” Hinata blurted. Inase put her hand on her hip, the other on the doorway arch and smiled a bit, looking over her daughter.
“I was right! You have been wetting the bed!” Inase said wryly. She stood now with both hands on her hips and had a bit of disappointment, yet still humor in her face. “Why didn’t you tell mommy, Hinata?” Inase looked at her daughter semi-sternly. Her daughter was speechless, standing there mouth agape, utterly embarrassed and frightened. “Did you think I would be mad at you? For something simple as wetting yourself a couple of times? Something even I went through at your age?” Inase became a little more disappointed.
“I’m really, really sorry, momma,” Hinata said almost too quiet to be heard. “I thought you’d be mad at me, disappointed with me,” Hinata had tears in her eyes, she knelt on her floor, in nothing but her shirt and diaper, crying softly into her own clenched hands.
“Hinata, Hinata!” Inase consoled emphatically. “I know what this is like, I had the same problem, and from the look of it, the same solution as you did!” She held her daughters hands down and looked at the bleary-eyed teen.
“So you’re not mad?” Hinata asked, hoping to escape any punishment for hiding her problem.
“I’m not angry and not disappointed as I should be. However, I asked you two weeks ago if anything was wrong, and it seems you blatantly lied to me, young lady. You hid something so childish from me, that we could have easily fixed then as you have now,” Inase’s voice was still loving but turning into that foreboding coldness that foreshadowed punishment. “Your lying was very immature Hinata. I think you should be punished as your immaturity appropriately dictates,” Hinata’s mother took her daughter’s hand gently yet tightly and walked to the bed. She sat down and looked at her daughter.
Hinata looked down at her mother sitting on the bed. She blushed at what she knew her punishment was going to be. “If you’re going to lie like that time you were two...” Inase said, referring to the time Hinata broke the vase in the hall and told her mom it was Neji, “…then you are going to receive he same punishment, dear.” Hinata’s face blushed even more.
Without resisting, she politely apologized: “I am very sorry, mommy, I accept my punishment.” Hinata’s mother eased her daughter onto her lap and then made sure she was nice and comfy. Hinata could not help but feeling warm, and nostalgic, being on her mother’s lap for the first time in fourteen years.
Her mother’s hand rubbed the soft plastic of the diaper and gauged its thickness. “Now, mommy is a bit forgetful, how many did you get back then?” Inase asked looking down at the back of her daughter’s head.
“Ten, mommy,” Hinata said honestly, remembering the embarrassing spanking she had received that day fourteen years prior. Her mother nodded, and raised her hand. Hinata barely felt the first smack, as it harmlessly resounded from the padded surface of the diaper. The second was a little harder, and the third a bit more. They still didn’t hurt. Hinata’s mother, fully aware, continued on with the fourth, fifth, and sixth spanks, a small smile on her face.
Hinata was trying hard not to giggle at her mother’s obviously satirical punishment. Inase too was choking back laughter as she finished the last four spanks and set her daughter next to her. “There my darling. All paid up,” Inase kissed her daughter on the forehead delicately, before rising and looking over her child. She held her hand out, helped her daughter to her feet, and then watched her put on her pants as Hinata had planned to nearly fifteen minutes earlier.
“Hinata dear, remember, tomorrow you need to come with me to the tailor, we need to get you fitted for your festival yukata.” Inase said turning back and taking one more look at her smiling child.
“I love you mommy,” Hinata said vibrantly.
“You’re my little princess, Hinata,” Inase said closing the door to Hinata’s room.
Happy and reassured Hinata thought over her plan for the festival. Her wetting was under control; her mother was not disappointed with her. With these meager challenges out of the way, only one thing remained: gathering the courage to ask Naruto to accompany her to the festival. |
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Chapter 5: Everything’s Coming Up Hinata
The rest of that day had passed almost too quickly and before Hinata knew it, she was waking up to a soft pressure on her shoulder, shaking her to and fro gently. Inase was standing above her daughter smiling, she too partially asleep. “Time to get up darling, we have to go to the tailor, and get your yukata.
Hinata turned on her side, still asleep, or as close to sleep as possible and continued snoring happily. Her mother placed her hand over Hinata’s nose until her eyes shot open and Inase released her daughter’s nasal passages. Hinata was not used to being woken by her mother, whom though nobility, was a full time shinobi. “I want to stay asleep,” Hinata begged softly, as her mother pulled back her sheets.
Hinata grumbled and sat up, a cool clammy dampness pressed against her. She looked down to her legs and saw a faint yellow splotch on the front of her diaper. It was then she immediately remembered the entire previous day. She became overjoyed at the fact her bed did not require a full cleaning this morning, and with a smile on her face for the first morning in a good while Hinata got out of bed and hugged her mother good morning.
“Good morning, Hinata!” Inase said parodying the length of time; it took her daughter to rise from bed. “Come now, get showered and changed so we can go to the tailor!” Inase hurried her daughter into the bathroom and closed the door between them. A few seconds later six sharp crinkling sounds came from the other side of the door and the shower water began running.
Hinata barely managed to wash her own body before her mother burst in. “Come now, we have no time for being slow, Hinata-chan!” Her mother finished washing her daughter’s person rather quickly, and then massaged shampoo into her long blue hair. Inase was always rather over motherly with her daughters, so Hinata just let her be as she was quickly dried and had her hair combed.
“Hinata, I realize dressing may be a bit personal…” Inase said wrapping the towel around her daughter’s blossoming frame as they exited the steam-filled shower. “…so I’ll leave the room while you do it,” Inase slid the door of Hinata’s room shut and her shadow waited beyond it in the hall. Hinata, a little exasperated from being waited on so closely, laid on her bed slowly and undid the towel.
She took a moment to collect her thoughts before reaching to the side and retrieving the clothes and diaper she had stacked on her nightstand the night before. With growing ease, she positioned and affixed the tapes, securing the almost pacifying garment to her delicate body. She sat up, pulling over her black tank top and mesh overtop. Her pants lifted up easily, and shoes slipped on; Hinata grabbed her jacket and slid open the door to the hallway.
As she walked past, her mother held out a blue ribbon of fabric. “Don’t forget this,” Inase said smiling brightly, holding Hinata’s headband, which she had totally forgot about. Tying the symbol of konoha loose around her neck Hinata stood next to her mother and gave her a proper good morning hug. “Today is going to be a good day, mommy, I can feel it!” Hinata exclaimed proudly.
The mid morning light bathed the streets in early summer, and peacefulness. The two Hyuuga women meandered slowly, but surely towards the tailor, near the edge of the Hyuuga quarter. The street ended and the dimly lit tailor’s shop rose meagerly at the corner. Hinata made another discovery standing at the door of the shop; it read “Haruno Tailor Shop.” She knew then who would be working behind the counter when they entered.
Sakura looked brightly, her sea foam green eyes staring patiently at the door as Hinata and her mother walked into the shop. Colorful yukatas and kimonos lined the front and back wall of the store, the other side devoted to shinobi wear, pouches, shoes, and other clothing equipment vital to the normal konoha ninja.
Sakura immediately recognized the two customers and walked politely over to them. “Hello, welcome to our tailor shop. Can I help you?”
Inase looked over Sakura, as if she was deciding whether or not to purchase the child herself. “Hmm, yes we could use your help young lady. Me and Hinata need to be sized for our kimonos, we selected the patterns we wanted a few weeks ago, and I believe it was your mother, whom told us to return today to be sized for cutting,” Sakura looked unfazed by the absolutely drawn out description.
“Yes ma’am!” Sakura said diligently, as she bounded behind the counter and returned with a note pad and pencil, as well as a long ribbon measure clenched between her lips. “If you would Ms. Hyuuga please step behind that curtain and take off any and all articles of extraneous clothing,” Sakura explained very formally.
Inase licked her lips a bit, went to the side of the store, and stepped behind the curtain. After a few moments, she called out to Sakura. “Miss, I’m ready…hehehe.” Hinata’s mother had a tone that implied something quite the opposite of what was really going to happen behind that curtain. Sakura hurried to her customer’s aide.
“EEEP!” Sakura exclaimed when she had reached Inase. “Miss, you didn’t need to remove that much, a bra does not add much deviation to a measurement!”
“My, my, someone is shy,” Inase said tenderly as the Sakura measured her, whilst trying to ignore her open cleavage.
“We’re all done, Ma’am. When you’re clothed please step out of the booth and let Hinata undress please,” Sakura said walking out of the small changing room her eyes shut.
When Inase emerged from the booth, she looked happily from Sakura to Hinata and then took stare right at her daughter. “Your turn kiddo,” She remarked pushing her daughter delicately.
Hinata stepped behind the curtain and removed her jacket, then her mesh top, and finally her shoes and pants. Standing there, she looked into the full mirror at her self. The black tank top and white fluffy diaper seemed to go well with each other. She blushed at her own image. “Looks like you’ve outgrown me,” Sakura said half despondently, half-complimentary as she stepped into the booth with no warning.
Sakura began her measurements busily as Hinata stood still and let Sakura move her as needed. “Thank you again for your help, Sakura. I don’t know if I’d have been able to figure this problem out on my own,” Hinata was a little blush but Sakura could not notice, measuring Hinata’s hips expertly.
“Don’t mention it, I don’t mind helping fellow kunoichi, as long as its not that pig-face Ino. Anyway, I was told to tell you something earlier, by the Hokage.” Sakura said putting the tape measure in her lips and writing down measurements on her note pad.
“What did Hokage-sama ask you to tell me?” Hinata inquired curiously.
“You have to go to her office to receive a mission; she said its top priority, so I’d go as soon as we’re done here.” Sakura answered folding up her measure tape and putting the pencil in the rings of her notepad. “Okay, finished,”
Hinata go dressed as fast as she comfortably could and walked from the draped changing room. She hurried to her mother who warmly grinned. “I heard what Sakura said. You go and see the Hokage, I’ll take care of everything here,” Inase kissed her daughter on the forehead and patted her towards the door.
It was not long before Hinata had scaled the steps of the domed administration building and was standing in the scored, darkened oak interior hallway, adjoining to the Hokage’s office. Shizune had just told her to wait patiently outside until Tsunade was ready to see her.
She tried to hear through the door but it seemed that Tsunade had thicker doors installed since the many incidents where Naruto had heard the tail end of an important conversation and bounded off to do something solo, always with rather dangerous result. There was a scratching at the door and Shizune, holding Tsunade’s pet piglet, poked her head out of the door and smiled at Hinata. “Tsunade-sama will see you now,”
“Understood,” Hinata said affirmatively as she stepped into the fifth Hokage's office and looked around. Naruto stood in front of Tsunade, his eyes squinting seriously. “You wanted to see me, Tsunade-sama?” Hinata asked shyly, since she severely respected the first female Hokage in Konoha’s history.
“Yes, Hinata. I have a very important mission for you, and Naruto. I expect you two will be all that’s needed to complete it. Therefore, you will go alone,” Tsunade paused and looked at the front cover of a manila folder. “This is a B-Rank mission; you are to retrieve a certain object from a shinobi museum opening in the Rock Country. Normally, this wouldn’t need to be done, but you see, the object to be unveiled was not only stolen from our vaults here, but we feel someone is using its unveiling at the museum to facilitate another goal. The feudal lord of the Rock Country will be attending the unveiling, and we suspect, from what our client has told us, that someone is planning to use the object to assassinate the feudal lord of the Rock Country,”
“Assassinate?” Hinata asked.
“Yes, and if they do so, with an item that was stolen from our village, we may be implicated. That is why we accepted this mission…” Tsunade momentarily stopped and opened what was most likely the mission-briefing folder. “…it is not a bodyguard mission, nor is it a recovery mission. You have three goals, nonetheless. Do not allow the item to be unveiled, stop the assassin if there is one, and after the item has been taken from display, you are to destroy it,” Tsunade eyed Naruto and Hinata before continuing. “You will make it look as if the item had never existed in the first place, you must not be caught destroying the object, nor must you be caught dealing with the assailant, either could jeopardize the security of the entire Fire Country,”
“What are we looking to destroy anyway, Granny Tsunade?” Naruto inquired rudely his eyes still squinted and determined He may of looked vacant then, but Hinata knew from that visage, that Naruto was pumped and eager.
“It’s a kunai, not just any kunai though. It’s a kunai created by Orochimaru whilst he studied here in konoha. It channels and enhances a person’s strength by focusing their chakra into the blade,” Tsunade’s voice became grave and more serious then ever. “If the assassin gets a hold of the blade, you are instructed to take all measures to disarm him,” Tsunade became a lot less serious after she had finished saying that. “You leave immediately, so get any items you will need. It will short of a day to reach the Rock Country, and the unveiling is noon tomorrow. You MUST complete your mission before then. Here is a map of the location of the museum; you two are dismissed,” Tsunade closed the mission folder after handing a folded map to Hinata, who accepted and pocketed it.
As Hinata left Naruto walked quickly beside her. “Hinata, I need to go collect my backpack and things from my house, meet me at the village gates in thirty minutes, okay?” He asked running ahead, looking back only long enough to see Hinata nod.
“A mission…a mission with Naruto!” Hinata thought jubilantly. “This is my chance, no problems to get in my way, all I need to do is this mission with Naruto, and the chance to ask him will definitely present itself! Yeah, this is my chance!” Hinata smiled more fiercely then the sun at its near noon point in the sky.
Chapter 6: Mission into the Rock Country
Hinata had run home, collected her backpack, supplies, and ninja tools, as well as three extra diapers, and a pair of pants, just in case. She wasn’t ready to let diabolical ninjas in the Rock Country, nor her own unpredictable stress caused evacuations, stand between her and going to the festival with Naruto. Her ultimate goal was not to be trifled with so easily.
Hinata nodded to herself in her bathroom mirror as she splashed water against her face and wiped it clean. With a running step she slammed shut the room to her door and beat a path through the village streets, jumping where necessary to cover the distance. She landed within two minutes of her target time at the gate. Naruto was not there, but she was happy to be present early. With a small giggle to herself, she leaned against the great gate and looked out into the trail that wound down into the woods bordering Konoha.
Ten minutes late Naruto came strolling down the street, in his hand were two disposable chopsticks and a styrofoam cup of instant ramen noodles. Naruto disposed of the garbage as he reached where Hinata was standing, staring off into space. “Boo!” he shouted.
“Ah!” Hinata yelped jumping from the jarring cry. She looked at Naruto ashamedly and began to fiddle with her fingers in a nervous manner. “I’m ready to go, if you are, Naruto,” Hinata spoke deathly quiet, to the point that Naruto had leaned in closer to hear her. Hinata almost exploded. Blood rushed to her face cutely. Her now rosy cheeks stood prominent below her adverted eyes.
“Then let’s get going Hinata,” Naruto said, beginning to walk down the path. Hinata followed closely behind, trying to look more as if she was following Naruto then stalking him. She had cracked open the map, and as they came a forked road Naruto dumbly looked down each. He had totally disregarded the idea of the map.
“Umm, Naruto, we should go this way,” Hinata pointed down the right path. She saw the look in Naruto’s eyes. He thought he had a shortcut. “I’m sure this way is the fastest,” she added quickly. Naruto seemed please.
The two continued down the path, it had not been long since they left, but as long as conversation was kept to, a minimal Hinata knew she could avoid any stressful situation. The two began to pick up pace. He faster they moved the more Hinata intently stared at the map. She was ardent on not following any “shortcuts, faster routes, or secret trails” Naruto sometimes pointed out. She remembered last time; Naruto’s shortcut wound him and her nearly walking off a cliff.
When the sun was lower, near the good end of the afternoon they were nearing the border between the Fire Country and the Rock Country. Naruto stopped suddenly somewhere past the border and went to the side of the road. “Naruto what are you…” Hinata froze as she heard Naruto began to relieve himself. She turned red.
“Hinata, you’d probably be best going too,” Naruto said without tact or grace as he sighed happily zipping his pants. “You can go in the forest, I won’t watch,” He added, much of nothing to Hinata’s blush. Hinata knew they could not stop again without compromising her time so she nodded to Naruto and disappeared into the forest.
When she was a good bit out and Naruto was out of view she carefully, and cautiously lowered her pants. She was a bit wet, she had inadvertently wet when Naruto had first scared her at the gates, and his less then civil actions on the side of the rode had also stressed Hinata. As well as the fact, and this made Hana feel a little naughty, that she had gone a little while they were stopping at forks and diverged paths in the road.
With little work, Hinata undid the wet brief and rolled it up. She reached into her bag and grabbed a small package where she kept sanitary things, and medical supplies. “Thank goodness for wet naps,” Hinata said, giggling as the cool cloth caressed her bare lower regions. The simple task finished Hinata wrestled with the task of diapering herself standing up. Something she had not mastered, or even tried. With a bit of work and a couple of re-tapes, she was able to get a respectable job done of it. After only about 5 minutes, she emerged from the woods. Naruto was busy munching something from his backpack. “I’m all done,” Hinata said softly, shyly. Naruto nodded and they continued forth towards the Rock Country’s museum.
As they left the area a shadowy cloaked figure, a long brimmed rice hat on his head appeared on the trail maybe fifteen minutes behind them. “The fools actually sent him, the jinchuuriki,” The man with the brimmed hat and red cloud adorned cloak removed his head covering and looked out at the horizon. “I may just be a mere associate of Akatsuki, but if I bring in the nine tails demon, I’ll become a full member, hell, I’ll become leader!” The man’s dark eyes and coarse red hair the texture of stale hay, made him seem wild. “Not only will I throw the Rock Country into chaos by killing their feudal lord, but I get this gift as well, lucky,” He jumped off, disappearing into the woods as the sun began to reach the mountains far off in the horizon.
Naruto and Hinata traveled on into the night and before long had made their way into the mountains characteristic of the suitably named Rock Country. They were wary to keep a sharp eye, and every so often Hinata would activate her byakugan and scan the area ahead and behind them. Each time there was nothing, and they were ahead of schedule. Naruto pressed on jumping from rock to rock stealthily as Hinata tried to keep up with what seemed like never ending energy.
Darting from mountain path to sloping valley the pair was nearly at their target. With feet, pounding earth in the wee early hours of the morning where light had yet filled the sky they arrived at the gates of the village of Iketi, where the museum was situated. Naruto stopped near the inside rampart as Hinata quickly landed at his side. The two took another look at their map to be sure and then entered the inner wall and into the quiet city.
As they walked the streets, the two, konoha, shinobi internally decided on their own game plan. “Go in there, beat ‘em up and grab the kunai, then I’ll smash it good!” Naruto thought to himself haughtily.
“I’ll make sure to have Naruto’s back in case he needs help defeating the assassin, then we’ll destroy the kunai, and I can ask him to the festival on the trip back!” Hinata smiled modestly at her own plan. The two of them came to a stop when up head hey saw torches lit and guards pacing the streets.
They darted into an alley before any of the soldier had saw them, they were sure they knew what the guards were around for. Peeking around the corner Hinata and Naruto saw a temple shaped building walled off from the rest of the village, with guards waiting at the entrance. Inside the walls, Hinata and Naruto could see more guards circuiting the courtyard.
“Naruto, we have to get past those guards to get into the museum, I think we should…” Hinata was interrupted.
“We’ll go in there, and beat em until they don’t know what happened!” Naruto said proudly. Hinata sighed at Naruto’s lack of discretion.
“Maybe we should use transformation jutsu to make us look like guards, then we could easily get past without any interrogation,” Hinata suggested. Naruto did not like this place. Hinata activated her byakugan. She looked past the wall and countered he number of guards, and places to remain unseen on the other side of the wall. “On the other side of the wall, farthest from the entrance guards there is a large hedge of bushes, if we scale the wall we could have the best vantage point of the museum, and the best defensive point in case of combat,” Hinata summed up strategically.
“I like the sound of that plan!” Naruto answered. Hinata only just noticed how cool she was acting with Naruto mere inches from her. She was overwhelmed for a moment, but regained composure. She felt a small amount moisture escape, but then it was once more dry. She sighed relieved.
“Okay then Naruto, let’s go,” Hinata said looking out at the guards at they were briefly changing shifts. With indiscriminant bounds, the two landed on the high wall and dropped into the corner of the courtyard. Naruto landed inside the bush itself and Hinata behind it. Hinata held her breath as he fumbled and finally crawled to her side. Luckily unseen. “There are two entrances from the look of this map; Hinata said looking at the small diagram of the museum drawn in the corner of the map. There’s the main visitor entrance and the service entrance, we would be safer picking the second,”
Naruto nodded poking his head into the bush and spying around outside, for a brief moment there were no guards to be see, so without even warning Hinata he bolted out. Hinata, caught unawares fumbled around folding the map and a second later shot after him. When the two had stopped moving they were clung to a deep overhang of the museum, well into the shadows of the woodwork. They hung upside down there looking at guards pass by seconds later.
The service entrance was unguarded as they approached from the rafters of the outside overhang. However, the door was bolted from the inside and would be impossible to open without alerting the guards. Naruto was ready to charge in like a mad man when Hinata pointed to a closer entrance. A small ventilation window set above the service door, not even inches behind Naruto was left opened. The two were able to slip in and remain hidden as they descended into the dark museum storage area.
The smell of must and old artifacts was overpowering as Hinata wiggled her nose trying not to become flustered with the dust. The two ninja stopped moving after reaching the second row of shelves and turned to each other. “Where do you think the artifact is?” Naruto asked inquisitively popping his head around looking.
“Its probably located in its own room in the museum, in a roped off area, maybe draped in a curtain,” Hinata said, figuring she actually knew what the inside of a museum looked like unlike Naruto.
“Good thinking Hinata, you’re pretty smart!” Naruto said shaking her by the shoulder. Again, Hinata got dizzy but corrected herself as fast as she could. Naruto was once more in motion, moving along shelves of old, and indeterminable items, he crept with silence and a good amount of thought in his movements. Hinata admired how much Naruto had grown as a ninja in the last three years.
She pursued him in the same manner he had trekked and soon they were inside the exhibition area of the museum. Making sure to make note of any security or alarms they stood to the shadows and whenever possible hid behind large structures. They went though room after room, finding nothing to indicate a new exhibit. Finally, they reached a closed door near the back of the museum. The floor there was newly waxed and the door freshly polished. Naruto peeked through the cracks of the door.
He turned to Hinata grinning. “Curtains, roped off, in its own room, this is it!” His voice was pretty excited. All had gone unbelievably well. Now all they had to do was go in and retrieve it.
With tremendous caution, Naruto tiptoed ahead of Hinata into the bare room. He ducked under the velvet ropes and disappeared into the curtain. Hinata followed with the same prudence. As she reached Naruto’s side, she looked into a case upon a podium, with him. This was it. The kunai lied there ready to be taken. Naruto examined the entirety of the case. Besides one lock, it was completely devoid of any other mechanism.
“Seems safe,” Naruto said looking it over once more to be sure. Hinata moved closer to the box and moved her fingers into form.
“Byakugan!” Her eyes perceived the entirety of the box, finding nothing was amiss; she deactivated her dojutsu and nodded to Naruto. Holding the lock in one hand Naruto moved his other hand back and forth around the lock. As his chakra picked up the lock burst, though rather quietly, and the released case was free to access.
With a quick jerk Naruto lifted the lid of the case and grasped the Kunai. He held it up and examined it. There seemed to be nothing special about the kunai. Neither marking nor shape would be able to distinguish it from any of the kunai resting in Naruto’s pouch. He looked it over again and nothing. With one thumb on the flat end of the blade, Naruto snapped the metal kunai in half easily. He dropped the pieces and smiled at Hinata. Well, seems like there was no assassin guarding a fabled kunai. Mission complete!” He said almost jumping.
The kunai on the ground sizzled and began to smoke, as Naruto began to walk from it. A small tag fizzled to its end just as Hinata had spotted it. “Naruto!” she whispered urgently. Too late. The kunai detonated, but not violently. Instead, it released a red smoke, and small tags on all of the rings holding the curtain up popped, dropping the curtain around the two shinobi, rather abruptly.
Chapter 7: Hinata to the Rescue!
The dark figure from the trail before stood there. He smiled vehemently. “Well, well, you actually got in here past all the guards, broke the kunai, and were going to leave?” Naruto eyed the man’s garb and he became angered and frenetic.
“Hinata, back away slowly! This guy is part of Akatsuki!” He looked behind Hinata as she took a couple steps back. Naruto tightened his headband and looked at the man. “Why are you here?!” Naruto demanded.
The man extended his hands out of the robes and looked at Naruto. “Well I was originally here to kill the feudal lord of the Rock Country. However, now I also have the nine-tailed demon fox in reach of me! Hah! Did they tell you this was some kind of low rank mission kiddies? I’ll tell you I’m an S-Rank criminal! Defected from the Cloud Country, I am Iahiso Muramaka!” Muramaka chuckled with an almost nasally retort as he removed a kunai from his robes.
Naruto’s eyes seemed drawn to it, not only was it ardent silver, it glowed like pure chakra. Naruto’s eyes went wide. A music note, the symbol of the Sound Village, of Orochimaru, adorned the elongated blade. “You, that kunai, was, a fake!?”
Iahiso looked quite amused. He threw off his rice hat and looked deep into Naruto’s eyes. “It was a cleverly easy trick to take the real kunai and replace it with the dummy trigger that would activate the tags attached to the curtain. Also, the sealing tags attached to the door,” Muramaka let out another vehement cackle.
Hinata watched frightened, as Naruto seemed locked in place. Muramaka handled the kunai expertly. He was a weapons specialist. In his hands, a kunai was already a deadly weapon in almost every strike that would hit, and with the undoubted boost of the enhancements on that kunai, his power would be phenomenal. “Naruto, what should we do?” Hinata thought.
Muramaka had tired of games. He lunged forward towards Naruto. With a sharp turn, Naruto had moved past his attack. Hinata could only watch as the two fought back and forth. Each time Naruto pulled a Kunai it would be shattered on impact by the silver kunai. “You can’t win fox boy! I’m already stronger then you and your little friend seems as if she is absolutely petrified!” Naruto took a direct slash on the arm, barely missing a stab to the chest had it not been for the kunai he had used to deflect it.
“Dammit!” Naruto spat holding the bleeding wound. Hinata frantically looked around her. There was nothing she could do to help, as she watched Naruto get picked apart by this Akatsuki member. She felt tears form, and her blood boil.
Hinata reached into her shuriken pouch and removed as many as she could hope to throw. With one leap, she jumped to the ceiling and landed behind Muramaka as he tussled with Naruto. “Take this!” She cried flinging all of the projectiles at once. There was a small moment when all of the shuriken were sure to have hit, and in utter milliseconds, they all landed on the floor, in pieces. Iahiso smiled standing back from the two of them. Chuunin level shuriken skill won’t cut it here. Muramaka taunted.
Naruto whom had gotten a reprieve looked back at Hinata. “At the same time now!” He shouted. Both Naruto and Hinata removed their shuriken and let them fly. In only that much more time they fell flat to the floor, the glowing kunai shone ever more vibrant.
“How many times do I have to say it? THAT WON’T WORK HERE!” Muramaka had vanished reappearing in front of Hinata. She dodged as well as she could the stabs of the violent flurry Muramaka was unleashing. Her coat was being cut every other stab, missing her torso, some cuts biting at her arm.
“Juuken!” Hinata exclaimed throwing her hand forward, it connected with Muramaka’s arm. The flow of energy in the kunai stopped for a moment and then reignited giving Hinata just enough time to move back into a safe range. Naruto again lunged at Muramaka, throwing wild haymakers he caught his target off guard and lashed Muramaka dead in the face.
Tumbling back the enemy ninja looked upon the two and grimaced. “To think, I’ll have to use even half my power to beat you brats!” With a violent heavy chakra broke into sheer glow around the entirety of Muramaka’s arm. “Kunai Ninpou: Chi ken! ( Kunai Technique: Thousand Blades)” The room was bathed in glow as Iahiso barreled down on Naruto his arm moving faster then even Hinata’s byakugan could see.
“Kage Bunshin No Justu!” Naruto cried, forming about 10 clones of himself that scattered before Muramaka’s no doubt lethal attack tore through the case where the imposter kunai had been. As the clones of Naruto kept Muramaka busy renting them to pieces Naruto and one clone appeared behind Hinata and wound up Naruto’s signature technique.
When the last of the clones had been vanquished, Muramaka turned to see Naruto charging him. The rasengan was formed and in plain view. “Here we go!” Naruto shouted colliding the ball of chakra against the kunai. Hinata watched the two push back and forth with near equal force, however with a burst more power Muramaka tore through the rasengan and deliver Naruto a sucking chest wound.
“Naruto!” Hinata shouted in dismay as the body fell to the ground. However, upon hitting it disappeared, it was only a clone. Relieved Hinata could feel a growing chakra from her left. Naruto with a huge rasengan was smiling cockily.
“That doesn’t mean shit!” Muramaka said rushing ball of compressed chakra. Once more, Naruto and his opponent pushed back and short with all their might. Even as burst of power increased Muramaka’s strength, he could only match Naruto’s. Hinata watched as the two fought with incredible force. However, she saw something Naruto and Muramaka did not. Slowly, the rasengan was unraveling from the outsides. Naruto could not keep the entire ball of chakra tightly compressed for too long.
This time there was no clone, if Naruto lost he would be killed by the resulting wound. Hinata went through her mind thinking as fast as she could of Muramaka’s fighting style. Finally, she saw it; she replayed in her mind what her Juuken had done to his chakra. Disrupting the flow of energy turned off his power; if she could flood him with chakra, she could stop his power, and overload the kunai all at once.
Naruto gave one last heave as he pushed Muramaka back fiercely. He must have realized by now that’s the rasengan had reached its breaking point. Still Hinata could not move. She was scared; even then, she was afraid even then. When she could help, she could not move. She tried to force herself, but she would not budge. Tears were rolling down her cheeks, Naruto had but moments for her to act.
She thought, “Naruto has fought for the village, fought for all the people of konoha so many times. By proxy, he has fought for me! I can help him; I will help him!” As her thought finished she was shouting it, “Naruto, I will help you!” The moment came and the rasengan burst, Naruto stopped moving as Muramaka’s hand descended. There was a rush of light he struck and then at the same moment Muramaka’s arm went dark; the kunai stopped its furious glow.
Blood ran down Hinata’s left arm as she held her hand to Muramaka’s chest. “Juuken,” She said softly…triumphantly. With a burst of blue chakra the back of Muramaka’s cloak had a hole put through it. His arm-twisted wildly and he removed the kunai.
“I’ll kill you!” He screamed as he plunged the kunai. Hinata smiled again. The kunai broke in his hands. Muramaka stumbled backwards. From behind Hinata, the sound of swirling energy was now evident.
“Hey, Akatsuki dude! I owe you this!” Naruto shouted running forward and past Hinata. “RASENGAN!” Naruto thrust his arm and connected right where Hinata’s Juuken had hit moments before. The bone must have shattered instantly upon contact because the Akatsuki agent could not move when the dust had settled.
“I think he’s “stopped,” Naruto said standing at Hinata’s side. She smiled. Her and Naruto sported matching arm wounds. Hinata, overwhelmed from the entire ordeal felt herself lose all feeling, she relaxed totally and felt warmth rush her, she knew there was no way it could absorb the flood, however as Naruto caught her she couldn’t even keep her eyes open. Hinata fainted.
Chapter 8: The Question, and the Festival
Naruto looked a bit shocked for a moment, until he had discovered she was only unconscious. He sighed heavily. He looked over the girl that had saved his life. He noted the small patch of wetness around her pants and chuckled. “Poor Hinata, she must have gotten really worked up!” he said to himself.
Hinata woke a while later, in a forest clearing just beyond the borders of the Rock Country. Naruto was smiling over her, the smell of warm noodles was apparent. Hinata felt very sodden, and her body jolted up, as she ashamedly blushed deeper then usual. “So I guess you know now, Naruto?” Hinata asked, looking at the boy remove his jacket, and sit down to slurp his noodles.
“Know what?” He said with a mouthful of food, so funny Hinata could do nothing but giggle. She looked at her wet pants and back at him.
“About all this…” She said pointing downwards. He shrugged.
“So? You clobbered that Akatsuki guy, I mean you were so cool, it was just like waaaa pow! It was amazing Hinata, I’ve never even seen Neji move like that!” Hinata blushed so deep she felt as if her nose was about to bleed. Naruto continued to eat. “So what, its not like it makes you any less Hinata right?” Naruto had a way of being so simply profound at times. Hinata was deeply touched.
“Mmm, I’m still Hinata,” She said happily. Inside Hinata was tugging at herself; it was the perfect time. “Its now or never Hinata! Ask him!” She told herself. She stalled. “Umm Naruto? Could you please look away, I need to…to…”
“Say no more Hinata-chan,” Naruto said turning away with his bowl. Hinata made quick work of undressing and undoing the sodden diaper. Naruto listened to her rustle around. “Do you need help Hinata?” He was still shoveling noodles in his mouth. Hinata’s nose began to bleed a little and she started to wet into the already full brief.
“No thanks….its….all right!” She said as quickly as she could. Hinata was flustered beyond belief. Something inside was still telling her to ask him about the festival. Her hands kept moving and though it took her, a substantially longer time Hinata was able to clean herself and slip the fresh diaper under her bottom. She fumbled with the tapes unlike the other times, because of her nervousness of looking at the back of Naruto’s head. With all of that done, she stood up. Naruto turned.
Hinata caught sight of him and her entire body turned deep red. “Naruto-kun!?” She shouted. He did not see the problem, she was not naked or anything.
“Whats wrong Hinata?” He asked. “You’re not naked or anything,” She blushed at his modesty, it honest meant nothing to him that she was standing there, her jacket on, but nothing below but the bulky fluffy cloud taped around her waist.
“Nothing Naruto, but…umm…could I….maybe….ask….you…a question?” Hinata got it out; the lesser of two boulders was moved.
“Shoot, Hinata.” Naruto answered without forethought.
“Could, I…I mean…you…I mean….we…that is…with the…..and…ummm….summer?” Her question made no sense, and the word festival had not even come up. She felt horrible.
“Before you repeat that, could I ask you a question, Hinata?” Naruto inquired. Hinata nodded as she knelt in front of her backpack and retrieved the dry pants from within. “Well, I asked you a couple of days ago, what you were doing for the festival.” Naruto had perked Hinata, she looked up as she lifted her pants to her waist, and he was actually blushing. Naruto was blushing! Naruto had never blushed in front of Hinata before. “I asked because, well, because Sakura is going with that jerk Sasuke, and I, well I heard you weren’t doing anything…so what I mean to ask is, will you…” He did not get to finish.
“Will you go with me?!” Hinata said as fast and as strained as she could. She was hyperventilating and seemed on the verge tears or worse. Naruto smiled and blushed again.
“Yes, I’d love to.” He said softly. Hinata began to cry. She had a smile on her face but tears fell anyway. Naruto came to her side.
“Hinata, what’s wrong?” Naruto asked looking deep into her teary eyes. Something inside of Hinata broke for a moment and she shot up. Her lips joined with Naruto’s and her eyes closed. He was stunned for a moment but Naruto too closed his eyes and the two were there, embraced. When Hinata let go her tears had stopped and Naruto was blushing again.
“I love you Naruto,” she finally said. Naruto’s expression was one of shock and great joy.
“Sakura always told me, that you, had a crush on me, but for the longest time I always thought she was messing with my head. Hinata, I told you once you were odd, and I like odd people. Well Hinata, I love you too,” Naruto smiled his trademark smug smile. Hinata looked at him and with her reason slowly returning she once again fainted.
The next week at the festival…
Hinata opened the door to her room; she put on her sandals and looked at herself in the mirror one last time before stepping out into the hall. What she saw pleased her; the yukata was beautiful. She noted that she could barely notice the roundness of the padded garment, nor the slight crinkle over the clicking of her wooden dress shoes. With grace of an heiress, she walked down the hall and arrived at the entrance to the manor. Naruto dressed in a shabby, but still handsome, hand-me-down yukata fanned himself with a small paper fan.
“You look great Hinata!” He exclaimed, getting perverted thoughts he attributed with hanging out too much with Ero Sennin.
Hinata bowed to him. “You look so handsome!” She said blushing deeply.
Far in the background, Inase sat on the roof of the Hyuuga manor as her daughter and date walked off. She fanned herself with her fan as Hiashi, walked up, and stood beside her. “Want me to have Neji follow them?” He asked guardedly.
“Remember when we were like that?” She asked her husband looking up at him.
“You were a lot to handle,” Hiashi admitted, Hinata’s father showing an oddly out of character humor, which he probably only showed his wife.
“She’s gotten stronger, and she has good taste,” Inase remarked.
Hinata and Naruto reached the cliff side overlooking the entire village. The fireworks cracked and boomed in the distance. Hinata broke a smile softly. Naruto grinned roguishly. “Its good to be here with you Hinata,” He said as she sat down beside him.
“Me too, Naruto. Thank you.” Hinata couldn’t help shiver and feel a bit dizzy when Naruto put his arm around Hinata’s shoulder and held her close. Hinata felt the soft vibration of wetting, but she just ignored it, if this was the price of being with Naruto, she’d be his baby any day. He was enough to be her confidence.
“I love you Naruto.” Hinata repeated kissing him on the cheek moistly and tenderly.
“Me too.” He replied pressing his lips to her forehead delicately.
In the background, a giant orange firework exploded and they both looked at it exuberantly, bathed in that light Hinata and Naruto were truly in love.
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Lack of Order
(Lack of Confidence Sequel)
By Arukan
Chapter 1: Morning Tea
It had only been about two months since the summer festival, that all the men of Konoha had been called away to missions. This left most of the kunoichis of Konoha the without much of anything to do. Needless to say, it was shaping up to be a boring couple of days.
Hinata rolled over in bed, it was still early, and she didn’t have any missions to tend to so she rolled once more into a more comfortable position and fell back to sleep. On the other side of town in the Haruno residence, a light went on in the upstairs room of Sakura. A shadow from behind the curtain was sitting up in bed, huffing and puffing excitedly.
Sakura’s entire body was tense; a cold sweat trickled down her forehead and she looked around as if someone was in her room. She looked at her hands for a moment and cupped them over her eyes. The dream she had just awoken from was horrible, unlike anything she had ever experienced, unlike anything she had ever wanted to see. Sakura was almost in tears as she relived the nightmare in her mind.
Running down a darkened alley in the middle of the village, she saw a shadow fly into the distance and she gave chase. She ran through the streets, jumped from rooftop to rooftop and finally at the main entrance to the office of the Hokage she cornered the stealthy shadow. This was when the dream worsened. Around her Sakura saw bodies, those of her friends, or her comrades, of almost ever ninja she knew in the village. Sakura readied a kunai and looked upon the figure still cloaked in shadows. In the pale moonlight, a bright flash illuminated the headband of the enemy ninja. It had a quarter note upon it, the sign of the Sound Village, and the mortal enemies of Konoha.
She tightened her grip upon the blade as the enemy cackled in utterly torturous waves of laughter. Sakura’s eyes clenched closed as the sound literally threatened to blast her eardrums. When she opened them, the enemy stood not even four feet in front of her. It lifted its hand and sent a smashing force straight through Sakura. She felt her life drain away and that’s when she remembered awaking.
“Such a horrible nightmare,” Sakura breathed finally coming to grips with the room around her. She put her hand in her lap and for a moment felt a soft vibration against them. Sakura blushed, and then smiled oddly at herself. “Not again,” her voice wasn’t agitated as much as sardonic and she looked at the wet spot covering her bed. Ever since she had begun having these nightmares, she would awake with a sodden mattress. She thought it might be a good idea to go back to her old regimen but decided the dreams would wear off soon and it would just be a waste, to buy all the things she would need now.
Sakura hummed to herself as she cleaned up her sheets and undressed, she wondered if Hinata had stopped wetting the bed by now, it had been a while since the two had talked and Sakura had offered to help her with her night time issues. Over in the Hyuuga manor, at nearly eight in the morning Hinata rose, finally too bothered to try to get back to sleep.
“Good morning,” Hinata said to herself as she usually did. She pulled back the sheets of her bed and sat at the edge. She patted her face twice and opened her milky violet eyes. Hinata smiled at the fresh breeze that was coming in through the window. Fall was upon Konoha.
Hinata stood from the bed and walked to her dresser, a telltale crinkle followed with her footsteps. Hinata giggled as she listened to it. “I feel so naughty for enjoying this,” she said to herself with rosy cheeks and a smiled she had worn almost non-stop since that night at the festival.
She rubbed her hand against the front of her pajama bottom and smiled as the silky pants rubbed against the plastic surface of the sodden fluff around her. Hinata wasted no more time retrieving a new set of clothes for the day and setting off to freshen up. Hinata did her morning routine, and got ready for the day as Konoha began to come alive.
The second story of the Yamanaka Flower Shop was dark, with fall coming in there was very little need to open so early. In the purple colored room a blonde sprout of hair moved indeterminately under the sheets. “Oh Sasuke-kun, please don’t do that, not here, we might get caught,” the sheets fell back a bit; Ino slept soundly talking to herself in her own perverted dream world. One hand was out of sight still under the covers and the other had its thumb inserted in Ino’s mouth. She continued to sleep soundly as her perverse fantasy no doubt played out.
Ino’s body contorted a couple of times as she laughed naughtily, and muttered something incoherent, and no doubt dirty. A great big sigh escaped Ino’s lips and she sat up in bed. “Sasuke-kun,” She said snickering evilly still fantasizing about the angsty Uchiha.
By this time Sakura had finished showering and was getting dressed for the day, she forewent her usual outfit and chose a red dress, reminiscent of the one she wore as a genin, she pulled up a pair of matching red panties and in no time had she was ready for the day. She looked around her room and did some tidying up before she was to leave. She picked up laundry from the floor, and neatly stacked some books she had been reading the night before. Before long, her footsteps echoed rhythmically down the stairs as she reached the landing.
Affixing her headband, she left the house and twirled in the cool morning air. “No Naruto, no missions, I just get to relax!” Sakura was quite happy to be free of training and missions, so that she could enjoy the more simple joys. She thought she might go to the park. Maybe she would see what Ino was doing and they could have tea at the teashop.
Sakura smelled the crisp aroma of leaves falling to the ground, the scent of fall, and the harvest. This time of year was gorgeous in Konoha, almost as much so as the summer cherry blossoms. She breathed all this in, the sights and the sounds of the waning season.
As she meandered down the path in the park, Sakura noticed Hinata brightly coming from the opposite direction. Her eyes were closed and a beaming smile adorned her face. Sakura stopped and waved, calling out to Hinata. “Hey, Hinata! How are you today?” Hinata’s eyes opened and she took a glance at Sakura.
“I’m feeling very nice today, Sakura, how are you?” Hinata inquired sweetly, brimming with happiness.
“I’ve been alright, I’ve had some nightmares lately but nothing serious,” Hinata looked concerned for a second and then nodded.
“Nightmares? Really?” Sakura nodded in reply, but wasn’t too much at liberty to discuss the frightful dreams.
“It’s nothing serious, Hinata. Don’t worry about me,” Sakura tried to smile but it belayed her true feelings on the matter. Even without the aide of the byakugan, Hinata could see this clearly.
“Come now, it must be troubling you a bit, you have a very strained expression. Tell me about the dreams,” Hinata still felt indebted to Sakura for giving her the vehicle, which had spurred her confidence to be with Naruto. She wanted to repay her anyway, she could.
“Well, I’m chasing a ninja, and when I catch them, they’re part of the sound clan, they’ve killed everyone in the village, and then…then…they kill me. The worse part is the laugh before the enemy attacks, it drives through my very soul and paralyzes me there,” Sakura looked much more upset now then when she was hiding her worry, little tears were in her eyes.
“There, there, it was just a dream, we all have recurring dreams sometimes,” Hinata hugged Sakura and tried to calm her down, this wasn’t Hinata’s field of expertise, so she did her best to feel her way through it.
Sakura wiped the tears from her eyes and lightly hugged Hinata back; she stood on her own and smiled, pushing down the fear that had crept back up. “Hinata, thank you. I was going to get Ino and get some tea, you should come with us, I won’t let you say no, ever since you and Naruto hooked up you’ve either been with him or cooped up in your room, its not healthy, a growing girl needs sunlight,” she winked at Hinata who giggled giddily and nodded.
“Tea sounds lovely,” Hinata replied, dreaming of tasty teacakes and some warm green tea.
“Then let’s find pig-face and get to the tea shop, before all of Konoha gets the same idea as us,” Sakura said coyly. She unexpectedly grabbed Hinata’s arm and bolted down the direction she had been heading, towards the Flower Shop. Hinata looked a little bit surprised but opted to keep up with her host and make their way through the amber, gold, and red speckled trees towards the flower shop.
They reached the Yamanaka residence not much later, and found the shop still closed. Sakura sighed. Before saying anything, she walked to the side of the building and to a door. The door’s glass panes showed a dark staircase rising to the second level of the house. Sakura depressed a doorbell and waited patiently. Before long Ino trotted down the steps and looked out at Sakura’s grinning visage. Ino appeared at the landing and opened the door.
“Hello wide-head, hello Hinata, what’s up?” Ino yawned and then looked back at them. Sakura began her invitation.
“Would you like to go to the teashop with me and Hinata? It’s a lovely day.”
“Why not, it’s been a pretty boring morning, what with Shikamaru and Chouji out doing some kind of separate missions.
“Then it’s settled, we’ll go to the teashop and get some nice tea!” Sakura cried fervently.
“…and teacakes?” Hinata added shyly.
“Of course,” Sakura said hitting her open palm with her fist determinedly.
The girls walked towards the teashop with a soft cool breeze following them at their backs. In no time, at all they would be sipping tea, and much to Hinata’s delight, having some delicious cakes.
Chapter 2: Who is Sakura….Really?
The trio walked down the streets during that auburn autumn day and found themselves at the teashop no more then ten minutes after having arrived at Ino’s home. Though they did not speak at all on the way, there the minute they were seated Sakura and Ino began with a torrent of chatter back and forth, most concerning their free time without missions or Sasuke. Hinata sat there sipping her tea, listening to them gossip fervently.
“So then Sasuke, he clobbered the guy with a rock he grabbed on the ground, needless to say the enemy didn’t even know what was happening. It was so odd even Kakashi-sensei started to laugh, it was a rather easy mission looking back on it,” Sakura had finished her anecdote about a recent B Rank mission Team 7 had gone on not long before, she took a long draw of her tea.
“So, Hinata, how have you and Naruto been doing? I’ve seen you around town together, what’s Naruto like, ya know, romantically? I can’t imagine that klutz having even the slightest subtlety in such situations,” Ino’s question awoke Hinata from her happy trance. Hinata took a teacake from the plate and bit at it, contemplating her answer to such a sensitive question.
“Naruto can be a bit unsettling at times. Nevertheless, he’s sweet, and he cares a lot about me. He always asks what I’m doing, or if I want to walk around with him,” Hinata was burning a bright crimson. She was unused to talking about her love so openly, not to mention in this manner.
“Naruto never even knew you had a thing for him, after all these years!” Sakura chortled obnoxiously. “He’s dense, but you’re right, he cares deeply for those around him. More then a depressed Uchiha who never gives me more then a pity walk together,” Sakura looked down into her tea. Her inner self cackled and began its own rant.
“Sasuke LOVES you, he’s just too shy! Who could NOT love one of the greatest Chuunin Konoha has ever seen!? HAHAHA!” Sakura grinned at her own inner monologue. Ino and Hinata looked at her a bit oddly before Sakura noticed; she returned as she was and popped a teacake into her mouth.
Hinata’s feet fidgeted uncomfortably under the table. She grimaced for a moment, even after breaking her crush to Naruto, she’d not stopped wetting the bed, nor gained back any of her former bladder control. She fidgeted a little bit more and knew she was unable to hold it. Defeated, she let her legs rest and allowed the wetness to form around her. She had a wave of guilt pass on her. “I’m not supposed to enjoy this, but who couldn’t?” She thought to herself. She ended up relaxing and smiling oddly.
“Are you okay Hinata?” Sakura asked. In the back of her mind, she knew what was transpiring. Hinata’s eyes shot open and she turned to the side quickly.
“Just fine, I was just thinking about a sweet gift Naruto gave me,” She lied. Sakura looked unimpressed, and Ino was not even paying attention, she was throwing back the teacakes in a style only to be described as Chouji-esque. Sakura disregarded it and went back to her tea. Her mind was back on wetting the bed, and how much of a chore cleaning it up each morning was, not to mention washing all her clothes herself.
“Well, that sounds nice, though I wish pig-Ino would lay off the teacakes so there will be some left for the rest of us!” Sakura elbowed Ino lightly, and she looked bashfully at her best friend.
“I didn’t have breakfast,” She reasoned wiping her lips softly with a napkin. She let out a generous yawn and threw her head back looking at the oaken ceiling of the teashop. “Well, it’s probably time for me to open up the flower shop. Dad’s out on a mission and mom is in the hills picking flowers so we’ll have some for the colder part of the month, later Hinata, wide-head,” Ino rose and walked her way out of the teashop, and before they could do anything about it, out of the bill.
“Damn her, so cheap!” Sakura lightly smacked her hand on the table but her strength made it shake, almost knocking off their teas.
“Don’t worry Sakura, I’ll pay, my allowance is pretty big,” Hinata said generously.
“Its okay, you don’t have to…” Sakura was caught off guard as she watched Hinata remove a small wallet from her kunai bag; it was literally filled with money, so much so that it was sticking out in places. “Why would you carry so much money around,” she thought to her self jealously.
“I insist,” Hinata urged, placing the money, and a more then generous tip on the table. It was nice getting out and having tea, I was getting bored with cereal for breakfast,” Hinata collected herself and wandered out of the, she left Sakura alone sitting there with her thoughts. She felt something odd in the pit of her stomach.
“Why was I so intrigued when I realized Hinata was wearing a diaper, just now?” She thought to herself, she put her elbows on the table and rested her head in one hand. She absentmindedly gazed at the azure sky. “I should get home and do the wash, before mom does, she might find the wet clothes. Also, maybe I should cast aside my pride and actually go buy them, its just until the dreams go away, that’s all, nothing wrong with that…” Sakura got to her feet and walked to the street.
Kicking the ground softly Sakura turned opposite the direction of her house and walked towards the Nara Pharmacy. The soft dirt of the road clouded and clumped as she plodded down the street, she took her time. Sakura looked up at the cloud, she constantly kept imagining them blood red, the color they were in her dreams, she imagined the dark black moon, and the blood soaked wind. It was hard to keep it off her mind now that there was no distraction.
Sakura desperately tried to shake off the dream and as she did, she noticed her feet in the door of the pharmacy. Surprised her feet had carried her that far without her actually knowing it she entered the shop and looked around. Shikamaru’s mother sat behind the counter, reading a romance manga. She snickered a couple of times and totally ignored Sakura’s presence.
The pink haired ninja walked down the aisle nonchalantly and without even a moment of deliberation grabbed the package, she normally did back then. With that same ease, her hands dropped it onto the counter. Shikamaru’s mother only looked from the manga to the total as she scanned the item instinctively. “There’s your total,” she said uninterested, a common Nara trait, it seemed.
“Thank you, here you are,” Sakura handed over the money and grasped the bagged item.
“Yup, come back again,” she answered, flipping the page of her book.
Sakura strolled away from the store, unfazed by an action she had grown used to much long before. “I thought I’d grown out of these…” Sakura grimaced “…grown out of them again, that is,” She completed sighing. “Well what can you do, what I’ve learned from Tsunade-sama is that you can only control the human body so much, and if it wants to rebel you can only just wait till it stops,” Sakura reasoned with herself all the way to the front door of her house, and as she stepped inside she felt a whole lot better.
Without thought she deposited all her things in the room and returned downstairs to get a start on the washing. It took a while but she finished the laundry, all of it. No need to do what was hers only and raise suspicion. Sakura had everything neatly hung on the line an hour thereafter. She sighed. It was barely noon and already the doldrums of a mission free day was tiring her.
Returning to her room Sakura wrote a little bit of work she had to do for Tsunade, and then she did another cleaning of her room. All the while, her eyes were locked on the bagged package resting on the foot of her bed. She felt like it was calling out to her, and something inside wanted her to put it on. She imagined Hinata in them as she had seen in the dressing room of the tailor shop back during the summer.
When she had efficiently stalled only so far past the noon tone of her room clock she sat on her bed. With another loud yawn, she fell back and looked at the off-white walls. As she turned her head to the other side, she looked to her feet and saw the package once more. “Well, I guess I could do with a nap, if there’s nothing left to do at the moment,” Sakura said, almost looking for an excuse to open the diapers.
Giving in Sakura sat up and took off her skirt; she removed her shorts as well. Sitting in her panties and shirt, she looked at the bag and pulled out its contents. With anticipation she could not explain, she had removed a folded brief and looked at it, as if to ask, “Why do I want to wear you?” She could not get such an answer from it, and so thought it would be more constructive to think about it whilst she napped.
Unfolding it and removing her underwear Sakura was able to just as easily as before position and affix each of the six tapes, this time securing the brief to her own body, as she had done a few months back. When it was done, she sat there looking at it, every so often poking it with her hands. Sakura felt so pacified by it, so happy and calmed. Even her nightmare wouldn’t be able to beat the goodness she was experiencing.
“Well, whether or not I can explain it, I know it feels really good, that’s about as much as I can say, huh?” Sakura giggled and pulled her sheet around her waist. She curled up and held tight a small stuffed animal that usually sat at the head of her bed. Though she knew she must have looked so infantile there, diapered and clutching a toy it felt so good, it felt right. Sakura fell asleep without delay. “Let the dream come! I don’t need to be afraid,” she thought mightily.
Chapter 3: Something Out of Place
The room was bathed in amber afternoon light, as a soft cooling wind swept into the open window and enveloped the room. Bare toes of a sleeping girl were disturbed by the cool wind and wiggled rebelliously to retain warmth. Sakura turned over in her sleep and smiled to herself. The coolness of the air roused her, and in that semi-lucid state, Sakura saw it. A black shadow moving around her room, small and close to the ground it seemed unaware or oblivious to her. As she sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes, she looked once more and the shadow was gone.
Scoured her room for the creature, whatever it was, but could not find hide, nor hair of it. “Maybe it had not been there,” she thought scratching her head and looking quizzically at the floor where she had seen it.
As she looked once more around the room, her eyes fell to midsection. The tapes of the diaper were held steadfast and her little nap had not disturbed the garment that much. Sakura noted the warm, moist feeling of dampness, not a lot at all, but it was there. She sat down on her bed and looked at the plastic padding surrounding her.
“Still no good,” She said to herself. “I dunno why I like the way this feels, but I do, it’s so comfy, and soothing. I just wanna wear it all day!” Sakura prodded the diaper and listened to her hands rub against the softness.
The wetness was barely there, Sakura figured, as she pulled her skirt around the diaper, and then pull on her shorts. It was snug, with both the shorts and skirt hiding it, nearly impossible to notice she had it on. One look in the mirror affirmed it and Sakura gave herself the thumbs up. “It isn’t wet enough to merit changing out of it so why waste a perfectly good diaper?” Sakura said to herself happily cringing as she said it.
She didn’t know much of what to do now, however. She had really nothing she could do; having exhausted going to the teahouse earlier that day, she was out of options. Sakura decided just to leave the house and let a walk take her around town.
Stepping into the fall air Sakura breathed deeply. She filled her lungs with the pristine, clean air. Her eyes opened slowly and she smiled. Setting out upon her way Sakura made down the road into the center of town, she listened to the beat of each step she took, and began to be lulled by it. She started to close her eyes and lose herself in the soft steps. As she did so, Sakura banged a figure ahead of her. Both of them fell to the ground with a soft thud.
Jarred and surprised Sakura looked at the person she had just bowled over. Hinata held her head softly. “Oww, oww,” Hinata mumbled. Sakura noticed a bag Hinata had been carrying lying on the ground. Getting to her feet Sakura retrieved it and helper Hinata rise to her own feet.
“You dropped this,” Sakura said trying to smile apologetically. “I’m sorry I knocked you over Hinata, I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going,” Hinata shook her head.
“Its okay Sakura, I was not watching where I was going either. It’s not your fault,” Hinata took the bag from Sakura’s hand and held it tightly, hoping not to lose it again. Sakura, now having an opportunity to break the boredom of the day began to walk with Hinata.
“Whats in the bag, Hinata?” Sakura asked nosily. Hinata blushed a little bit; there was no reason to hide it from her. Though she still hesitated to say it aloud, so she patted her own bottom, and it made a soft, unique sound, Hinata smiled as she herself heard it. Sakura nodded her head.
“So, umm, what are you doing?” Hinata questioned as the two made their way through town.
“Nothing much, there really isn’t anything to do, to be honest. I was hoping I would bump into something to do in town, apparently I did,” Sakura laughed at her own bad pun, not wanting to offend, so did Hinata. The two had walked all the way to Hinata’s family’s manor before either of them had even noticed. Hinata stood at the gate and looked to Sakura.
“Would you like to come in? We have fresh juice and cookies my mom and sister made. They are very yummy,” Hinata tried to be very friendly and polite, but to tell the truth Sakura was not a person she was very comfortable around. Being that she barely knew her it was odd, suddenly spending so much time with her. However, Sakura exude an air of calmness, friendliness, and joy, so Hinata was averse to starting to get to know her.
“I would love to come in, this is the first time I’ve ever actually been inside the Hyuuga quarter, and I never noticed it was so big and beautiful!” Sakura looked around in amazement at all the large manors and homes that made up the wealthiest area in Konoha. She followed Hinata as she made her way into the house. Sliding open, the door in the front the two removed their shoes and continued down an oaken hallway. The entire time Sakura gaped in wide wonder.
“This is my room,” Hinata announced opening the door and letting Sakura pass through it. Sakura’s jaw hit the floor; the room was practically the size of three rooms in her house. The soft smell of lavender floated in the room, it was clean, and fresh, devoid of anything on the floor, and all items on furniture were straight and ordered.
Sakura adored all the things that made Hinata’s room. A large pile of stuffed toys sat in one corner, its size was nearly triple anything Sakura had ever had, and she thought that if she was to trip in she might never find her way out. There was a small refrigerator on the floor, and though it looked like it had seen little use, it was still there. Hinata closed the door behind them and sat on her bed. “Well, this is my room,” Hinata repeated.
“It’s so big, and there’s so much stuff! It’s incredible; I love your room Hinata!” Sakura exclaimed sitting on the bed with her. With a blush, Hinata nodded. While Sakura was admiring the room, she had placed her bag in the dark corner near her bed, along with the nearly empty package that was already there. Hinata remembered what she had said outside the house.
“Oh, let me get the cookies and juice!” Hinata said snapping her fingers. She scurried off to the corner of the room and took from a table there a plate covered in foil, on her way back she stopped at the frig and took out two cans of juice. Stepping back and sitting on the bed, Hinata removed the foil from the plate and showed Sakura the cookies. “They’re really good,” Hinata was smiling brightly.
Sakura took one of the cookies and bit apiece off, it was sweet and very tasty; she quickly had finished that cookie, along with two others before she even had accepted the juice from Hinata. As they both clicked open their cans, a soft mist shot from the cans. The two of them stared at the floor, saying nothing; it was an awkward silence, from which there seemed to be no means of penetration, until Sakura finally spoke.
“They are really good Hinata. Very yummy.” Sakura smiled with her usual brightness but the returned silence was staggering. Hinata had her eyes closed. She was in thought. Sakura heard a soft sound from Hinata, almost like as if she had been exhaling a deep, deep breath very slowly. It took Sakura a moment to fully realize Hinata had just been wetting her diaper. As it dawned on her, she giggled a little bit.
“Whats funny?” Hinata asked quizzically, she was blushing.
“Nothing, I thought of a funny joke, is all,” Sakura felt safe with that answer.
“Tell me, I like jokes,” Hinata beamed and Sakura nearly choked on her juice. She was caught. She fumbled, desperately trying to think of some comical thing to say. She came up blank in the end.
“Do you need to change?” Sakura asked rather abruptly, turning her head to the side as she said it. This took Hinata off guard, she looked shocked for a moment, her usual composure returned, and she smiled.
“Umm, now that you mention it, I am a little damp, truthfully,” Hinata was playing with her fingers as she usually did when she was nervous. She fidgeted a little bit. “Would you mind…..” Sakura cut her off.
“I’d be happy to change you,” This hit Hinata like a truck. She lost her breath on the air alone and wheezed for a moment.
“I was going to ask you if you would mind excusing me for a moment. Its quite alright, you don’t have to change me,” Sakura blushed almost as deep as Hinata wondering why she had asked that question. Maybe it was caused by the thick comforting material between her own legs, or maybe it was an unconscious comfort in being around someone one of her friends cares for. She looked away. “But, if you really would like to, I won’t stop you, I trust you,” Sakura could not answer, however before she knew it she was removing Hinata’s silky lycra pants.
“A little damp?” Sakura said cynically yet comically. “You’re about to leak, Hinata!” The Hyuuga reddened as she felt her guest pull at the diaper tapes. The cool autumn air met Hinata’s soft areas and she gasped for a moment. Sakura looked around for something in the vicinity; it was handed to her by Hinata, a small package of wet wipes.
“I was looking for these, thank you Hinata,” Sakura said coyly. She gently wiped Hinata of any wetness and before she had finished Hinata’s hand held a fresh diaper, outstretched. “Thank you,” Sakura’s smile was almost as cheery as Hinata’s bubbly grin.
Continuing her masterful work Sakura replaced the wet garment with the fresh one, exactly like the one she wore around her own waist. With six crackles and six soft pressures on her abdomen, Hinata felt Sakura’s hands pull her up from the back. The soft silken, almost body tight pants slid up Hinata’s legs and were positioned, as they had been less then a minute before. Hough it had felt a lot longer for the two of them, it was not awkward, and it was oddly bonding.
Sakura sat back on the bed and felt Hinata hug her. The two were like that for a moment or so until there was a sound from the other side of the room. Their eyes moved to the corner and both widened. In that corner an indiscriminant shadow, even in the gleaming sunlight pouring in from an open window, stood dark and hidden for a moment, seemingly peering in their direction. It was faceless, formless and for a split second stood still, menacing deeper and darker then any nightmare. In that same moment, however it smashed off the floor and out the window into the fading light.
“What was that…?”
“I have no clue, Hinata…..but I saw it earlier….in my room, and if I have any clue, I know where it’s going next…”
The two kunoichis looked at each other and in the same speed the figure had left; they too sped out, heading for the suspected destination of the mysterious shape. |
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Chapter 4: Something Odd is Definitely Going On
Feet pounded the ground and the rooftops as the two girls bound in the same knowing direction. As if the shadow was right before them the girls moved faster, swifter, and more intently. Finally, they arrived, and sure enough moments later the door of the home slammed open and Ino bound out, she looked around, almost disregarding the presence of Hinata and Sakura.
“Where’d the hell that thing go? More on track, what the hell was it?!” Ino wringed her hands around furiously as Sakura eased her a little bit. Ino looked at the two of them. “What are you guys doing here?” Inquired Ino questioningly. It then dawned on her. “You guys must have seen that thing too, huh?” Ino put one hand to her head and exhaled.
“Yes we saw it, I saw it in my room when I woke earlier, and me and Hinata both saw it in her room about 5 minutes ago,” Sakura looked tense, her eyes looked back and forth, her nerves were crowding her. She was not only worried about the shade they had seen but about Ino noticing the garment under Sakura’s skirt. She moved a little oddly now as she looked off into the distance.
“Do you remember which way it was heading when it escaped, Ino?” Hinata asked affirmatively. She looked determined now, the thought of something to do was more then enough to pursue even a wild goose chase.
“It bound out my bedroom window,” She pointed up, the window was opened, breeze was pushing back the curtains, making ghosts seem to dance in the window friendly with the inviting wind. The assembled group looked out at direction of most likely travel for the shadow. It pointed out towards the forest of Konoha.
“Let’s get moving, the faster we look into this the better, for my nerves, and incase this figure means anyone harm,” Sakura was intent; she had removed the gloves from her kunai pouch and put them on. Hinata nodded in response, and Ino smiled wickedly.
“Alright finally something to do, even if it is with you, Wide-Head,” Ino taunted but Sakura ignored it, she had already bolted from the spot, her dust trail cut at the dirt roads. Almost surprised Ino and Hinata jumped forward after Sakura. It took mere minutes to reach the gate at the edge of village, the two usual gate guards replaced by one female one. She was slumped against main door, asleep. Hinata giggled at this, Ino scoffed, and Sakura totally blazed past it.
The forest was thin in this area of the village, it sprawled with many trees here and there, but overall an abundance of green tall grass, high rocks, and other places an enemy shinobi could easily hide, and strike from. Hinata sensing that quickly took to activating her byakugan.
“I don’t sense anything suspicious, no chakra signatures around here except our own,” Hinata announced, the three girls each faced a different direction, in stance, ready to fight.
“Hmm, I don’t think the figure just would have stopped if it was escaping, let’s move into the denser woods,” Sakura order pointing to a darkened area far off where the woods converged and the trees grew fierce with brambles, thorns, and unknown creatures.
“If they were willing to hide then that would be the optimal place to do so,” Hinata analyzed her byakugan scanning as far ahead as she could, but finding nothing.
“Well, let’s get moving then,” Ino announced moving forward. She darted to a branch as Sakura and Hinata caught up. The three swung, climbed, and bounded from branches and vines purveying the surroundings with keen eye and sense. There seemed to be nothing to indicate another being having traveled through the area.
They stopped, Sakura who had taken the lead ceased for a moment, looking around. Her face was flush; she took a moment to rest, sitting on the branch. She had not done so much moving in so little time since the days of her early missions. More used to deskwork and other medical practices she needed another moment to catch her breath. Her body shook a bit as Ino sat next to her. Sakura was afraid; she hesitated any movement that would cause even a stray crinkle or telltale sound.
“You okay Sakura?” Ino said putting her hand on Sakura’s forehead and then measuring it to her own. “You seem a little warm, but it’s probably from all this exertion,” With this touch Sakura almost began to tremble. Along with her fear of discover another nagging problem had surfaced. Sakura had to pee.
She whimpered under her breath, she knew she could not hold it, so without trying she just began to wet as slowly as possible. The sound was inaudible, Ino looked none the wiser as Sakura finished and put her hands in her lap. The warmth was contained, and against the breeze, penetrating even the thick trees, felt heavenly, worth having come out here, even if it was to go on a snipe hunt.
Another wind had gathered through the trees. The air rushed past them. It was clean, crisp, until there was another scent on the wind, there was pungent odor, something specific. It was burning, something burning. This alarmed Hinata first, who initially noticed it. The breeze was coming back from Konoha. All of three of them were soon alerted to the smell of something aflame.
As fast as they had bound into the forest, they were running back full speed towards the village. They arrived moments later; a small plume of smoke was rising from a home close to the entrance of town. Without hesitation, the girls walked to the front of the house. From the second story window, a small burst of smoke escaped. Sakura entered the open front door cautious. Something was not right about this; everything was too calm, too still for a fire.
The made it to the second story kitchen, the fire’s origin revealed. The kitchen’s stove was aflame burning brightly; a pot upon it had overflowed tremendously and torched the entire top of the cooking apparatus. The person who must have been managing the pot was upon the floor, she was unharmed, and did not have any signs of struggle. In fact, she was making a soft noise as she lied there. She was sleeping. Ino scratched her head as Hinata shut the gas and doused the flames with a fire extinguisher. Ino sighed sardonically. “You’d expect a woman to be more intelligent then to leave the stove on, and fall asleep, especially right in the middle of the floor…” Ino’s own comment made her suspect something.
“I don’t think she just fell asleep of her own free will,” Sakura said thinking back to the guard when they had left the village. “Maybe we should see the Hokage about this? Tsunade would know what to do, and we can report the mysterious shadow too. Better safe then sorry,” Sakura picked up the lady lying on the floor and brought her to a couch. After they were fixed up, the three left and made for the Hokage’s offices.
Eerie silence consumed them as they hurried down the street. There seemed to be no one about, no one walking. There was no one anywhere. Hinata looked around with her byakugan, she made note of all the people nearby. None of them moved, seemingly entranced. Sakura had stopped ahead of them, Ino had too, and Hinata slammed into them both and looked ahead. There was a girl lying in the road, a red substance was all around her. Its color indicated a grisly fate. Frightened Sakura rushed over and picked her up. They were surprised once more. “Is this….fruit punch?” Sakura asked looking at the totally unharmed child, who was peacefully napping, albeit right in the middle of the road, soaked in sugary punch.
“Weird…” Hinata said looking at the other two.
“I think telling the Hokage is more then a good idea, this doesn’t seem normal to me, that this many people would be asleep at this hour, and in such odd places, Ino sounded concerned. The three propped the girl against a building and made sure she looked comfortable; once more, they found themselves bulleting towards the Hokage. Hinata had pieced something together and though silent, she was quite sure what they would find at the Hokage’s office.
As feet pounded on the walkway that circled up to the posh rooms in the top of the administration building the sun was beginning to cast long, gruesome shadows on the mountain of the Hokages. Each stone face looked as if it was shrouded in pools of black nothingness With constant pace the three threw open the entrance and made down the hall to the large oak and pine doors that stood to guard the Hokages office from anyone just barging in. Sakura proceeded in the lead, followed by Ino and trailed by Hinata.
Politely knocking against the door to the office had no affect. Sakura pounded her hand harder this time, the door slightly shook under each knock, again no one answered. With this Sakura turned the handle, pushed the door open slightly and looked inside. All was still. Respectfully Sakura walked in and looked around. She met a less then shocking scene. Tsunade’s head was resting against the desk; she was sawing logs louder then the burliest of lumberjacks. Shizune was sleeping in the corner and even Tonton in her arms was fast asleep.
Sakura, Ino, and Hinata just looked at each other, then back at the sleeping Hokage. “Wake up Tsunade-sama!” Ino shouted angrily, she rustled at the Hokage’s arm a few times, but it was no good, neither she nor Shizune would wake from their nap, no matter how furiously they were shaken.
“This isn’t good, first the shadow…now all these people asleep, and unable to wake up…what could be happening?” Hinata’s voice questioned as her face became one of fear and insecurity.
“I don’t know what’s going on, but it seems like we’re the only ones that weren’t affected, needless to say I think that was intention. Something strange really is going on, we need to get to the bottom of this,” Sakura pounded her hand against her palm. “We start by finding that mysterious shadow,”
Chapter 5: Into the Trap
Without haste, all three of them were out and about the village once more. They scoured up and down, let and right for the shadow, for any trace of anything else that was weird. It had been some time since then when all three of them were once more standing in the center of town, perplexed and unable to come up with anything useful in their hunt to figure out what was going on in their village.
“Nothing!” Ino cried, her hands were thrown up into the air in utter frustration and despair. She kicked the ground angrily. The sun cast a malicious glow on them from its perch near the horizon. Sakura put her hand on Ino’s shoulder.
“I’m sure we’ll find something soon, it can’t be long before whatever is going on here will be revealed,” Sakura wiggled a little bit as a cool breeze ran past her. She could feel the now cool, sodden diaper pressing up against her. She wriggled a little more and then decided it was making too much of a scene and ceased. Hinata giggled a little, knowing exactly how Sakura felt.
Hinata sat on a park bench and looked up at the sun. She was unable to come up with anything; nothing moved inside her byakugan, nothing seemed out of place. The people were all fine….just asleep. Hinata could not help but sigh and exhale deeply as she flooded her diaper, still in thought. The warmth and relaxation made it easier to think in this predicament. She was trying to postulate some sort of reason for this. She was unable.
“The sun is setting; I don’t think we should stay out in the open for much longer. In the dark, in this village basically alone, we would stand no chance against a ninja, with enough power to put the entire village to sleep right under our noses!” Sakura whined sitting next to Hinata. Unlike when she first put it on, she now direly wanted to be out of diapers, or at the very least, in a nice clean one.
“Don’t be a crybaby Sakura,” Ino said sitting in between Hinata and Sakura. She put her hand on Sakura’s thigh and patted it consolingly. “This is probably not even as bad as we think it is,” She tried to reassure her best friend, still unable to reassure herself of their safety. She knew the cruel sun would be snuffing out its protecting rays soon enough.
“Let’s go back to my house, and have something to eat,” Hinata suggested, standing up, quite wanting to be changed before the semi-noticeable smell of urine would betray her. “All these people are safe, asleep, but safe,” She noted nodding to herself.
“Sure that’s reasonable,” Ino sighed, standing.
“Your house is big, so we should definitely stick together there, though,” Sakura warned, she too rising to stand with the others.
“True,” Hinata said softly, shifting on her toes, smiling at the odd coolness against her at all times. She shied to the back of the group. “I’ll put my byakugan up; you lead the way Sakura, please,”
Silently Sakura nodded and the three moved out with lightening speed, as the sun made to set on them before they could reach the Hyuuga Manor. However, they were moving just as fast, and before the sun had reached half of its descent into sleep on Konoha, they were standing at the gates of the Hyuuga quarter. Just as the angry glow of the sun, casting its sharp, unnatural dusk shadows, the three had closed shut the door to Hinata’s room, and illuminated it.
It was empty, as it had been when only Sakura and Hinata had been inside; nonetheless, there was a foreboding, almost chilling presence hanging in the air. Ino shivered as she shut the latch to the open window and sat on the small pillow on one side of Hinata’s center table. She had a tense look written on her, all of them did, and they looked hesitantly back and forth to each other.
“Hinata, where is your bathroom?” Ino suddenly asked breaking the tentative silence that had grasped the room in a stranglehold. Hinata’s hand pointed shyly at a door in the back of the room. Ino got up and without fear opened the door and closed it behind her.
Like some kind of fire had been lit under them, Hinata and Sakura looked back and forth at each other urgently. Sakura sighed miserably. Hinata blushed deeply.
“Get changed quickly, while Ino is in the bathroom, go ahead, I don’t mind,” Hinata blushed fiercely as she whispered this covertly to Sakura whom had already gotten her shorts down and her skirt up before Hinata had even finished. Sakura was upon Hinata’s bed not even a moment later, taking a diaper from Hinata’s package in the dark, unseen cubby of her room. With hands moving frantically quickly and eyes on the door on the far end of the room, she made to change her diaper.
More then a half minute later Sakura stood up, her shorts slid against her smooth thighs, into place against the spongy padding. She almost fell back onto the bed as Ino exited the lavatory not even a second later. Ino and Sakura both had the same cheesy smile on her face. Hinata just looked at them oddly. She admired how somehow these two conflicting women could be such great friends.
The three of them were sitting around the small table somewhere into the early hours of the morning. Each of them had a strained look on their face, a bingo book laid open on the table; stacks of paper with writing scribbled everywhere littered the tabletop and the area around it. Sakura had smudges of pencil lead on her forehead; Ino was dozing slightly. They fought to stay awake, knowing the shadow would pray on them in their weakest state.
“Hinata momentarily put her head on the desk, on top of her folded arms. She snuggled into it tiredly. Her yawn made the other two shudder and yawn without much fight. Sakura pinched her thigh angrily; her eyes widened in pain a little and then settled. She was direly trying to figure all of this in her head.
As she looked form Ino to Hinata, she laid on her back and stared at the ceiling. She began to get a cold, ominous feeling. The feeling that had been lingering in the room since that afternoon began to intensify rapidly. Something, someone, was watching them, and their chakra, Sakura could not even fathom its size. It was so large the presence engulfed them, making it almost hidden.
Sakura was on her feet moments later. She looked around the room in fear, trying to pinpoint the center of the huge chakra signature she had just noticed. The two others were already at their feet, eyes wide, Hinata’s byakugan was activated, and she whipped her head around wildly to try to find the source of the giant energy mass.
“Where? Where?! Where?!!” Hinata repeated frenetically, her body was tense, like stone, locked in place, her head pivoting and swiveling trying to find the source. All at once, her eyes went wide, and suddenly Hinata fell onto her knees, she looked shakily at Sakura and Ino. “The roof….above us….” She muttered softly.
Ino’s reaction was surprisingly a smug one. She sniggered loudly; her hands ran across the wall and met the door to the courtyard adjoining Hinata’s room. She slid it open without a sound and stepped silently onto the wooden walkway outside. Sakura and Hinata followed her, wordlessly. Ino was on the edge of the courtyard; she turned back to the other two and smiled. “Now or never,” she breathed.
With a powerful leap, all three of the ninja clattered to the top of the manor. They stopped there. In triangle formation, backs to each other they searched the roof. There was nothing, nothing at all, yet the sudden darkness and gloom still hung in the air.
“No…there’s no way my byakugan was wrong….they’re here!” Hinata whispered urgently. It mattered not; Sakura and Ino had already figured that out.
Glowing like blue smoke the shadow hung in the air ahead of Sakura and Ino. Hinata had whipped around only moments later to see it with them. Agape the three stood in awe as the giant chakra waves fluctuated, punctuated, and finally condensed. Form came from the foggy mist and the spindles that had been cores of red had formed into eyes. There was a shattering sound as the final condensation of power broke tiles of the roof all the way up to the feet of the three.
“Who are you?!” Ino shouted angrily, making a stance. The smoke’s shape soon became apparent.
It was there; clad in black and white camouflage scraps here and there, along with dark green slacks. They wore the vest of a Jounin, though it was grey, indicative of those arisen to the ranks of Jounin in only one village. A Sound headband gleamed in the cold, forbidding moonlight. All of a sudden, the sound of a whistle was an apparent as the ninja stopped blowing on it. This had been the source of their power, a sound genjutsu. The small whistle disappeared in a flash of smoke. The ninja remained, menacingly admiring its prey.
“Who are you?” Sakura chimed in following Ino’s suit. This ninja looked all too real, and familiar. Like the one from her dream, like the one from her nightmare.
The enemy was quick, before they could noticed it was gone and behind them. Hinata was hit first, though she, having seen the move coming, was able to block it. She slid backwards and flipped into stance once more.
Sakura was easily able to stop the fist of the attack ninja with great ease. However, a burst into smoke stopped her from breaking the arm of her opponent.
Ino grinned. The ninja reappeared, realizing they had approached too haughtily, and mistook the power of her “prey.” Her hands moved into formation and Ino connected with her powerful mind-control jutsu a moment later. Ino went limp. She was inside the head of the enemy ninja, but unlike normally she was standing in a black abyss, this was all too reminiscent of another time her jutsu had failed.
A voice rang through Ino’s ears with carnal veracity, “So, you think you’re mind is as powerful as mind?! I cannot sit here and teach an enemy infant how to think!!! Be gone you child!” A large light blasted towards Ino its form was all at once recognizable, but even knowing that would do no good, the attack connected.
Ino’s body flopped as she was flopped back into it. Sakura ran to her side, she shook her best friend softly. Ino stirred. Sakura breathed a sigh of relief. “Hold it off Hinata; I need to make sure Ino is okay!” Sakura shouted as Hinata’s hands resonated with chakra. “Ino are you okay?” Sakura inquired holding her friend whom convulsed some bit more before opening her eyes.
Sakura breathed a sigh of relief, only too soon. Ino’s eyes well with tears, Sakura felt her hand that rested in Ino’s lap become terribly warm. Ino began to cry, from embarrassment or something else was not clear, until she spoke.
“Kyaah!” Ino shouted babyishly as she motioned at her crotch, now soaked.
“Ino, are you alright?” Sakura shouted as she, in a horrified state, observed her friend’s odd behavior.
“You’re friend is lucky…” The voice of the enemy ninja was shrill, feminine as it came to Sakura and Hinata. “I tried to smash her mind into pieces…seems as if I was only temporarily able to stunt it…never you mind…” The shinobi began to cackle in a way that almost formed tears of fear in the eyes of the pink haired kunoichi, “…it’ll be all the more easy to defeat only the two of you, because I hardly doubt an infant can fight! HAHAHA!!”
Sakura stared from the enemy, to her now handicapped teammates; she all at once knew they might be in way over their heads.
Chapter 6: Between Enemies and Infant Inos
The darkness swallowed them. Their opponent’s shrouded face added to her ferocity. Hinata’s now shaky defense stood against the obviously powerful foe. As if sizing up the two for easiest method of disposal the figure stood, almost disarmingly in a nonchalant stance, one hand on its hit, the other holding its chin.
“Don’t underestimate me and let down your guard!” Sakura had stood; she appeared inches from the enemy, dropping her fist into the stomach of the female ninja. An explosion of smoke threw Sakura back, tossing a barrage of shuriken to stave off any offensive. Where the enemy had been there was nothing, a roof tile crashed back to the rooftop.
“The same can go for you, don’t sum me up so easily,” The voice was strong, but came from nowhere around them, it was inside Sakura’s head. There was a shockwave only moments later and the pink haired girl was thrown off the roof, smashing through a tree and into a rock in the meditation garden.
Appearing once more in a shroud of smoke, the mysterious foe, poised and ready, suddenly bared down on the only ready to fight ninja left. Hinata backed off, dodging in rapid succession all of the attacks. She analyzed each as they came her way, each stretch of muscle, each soft movement, every breath, and all the subtle nuances of the enemy’s movements. She took them all in, calculating, recalculating, and setting up a target to strike. Finally, Hinata feinted and struck with impunity.
When Hinata had open her eyes, a bad habit of hers in closing them at all, the female before her was on one knee, the front of her camouflage blouse was torn from the impact of Hinata’s jyuuken. Sweat was dribbling from the foreheads of both ninja. Soft heaving breaths emitted from the enemy showed at least some wear and tear from the strike.
Hinata took no time to regroup and attack again. As she thought the enemy pulled themselves up in time and countered, but now they were on the defensive. Hinata thought she might have a chance; another well-placed jyuuken would definitely cause her opponent to at least retreat.
Erratic chakra waves blew around the enemy as Hinata jumped, thrust forward, kicked, and chopped; each of the attacks moving closer to hitting. The frantic nin, now on the run parried as fast as they could, almost in awe of how fast Hinata was, and how graceful she moved, with attacks still having an incredible bite.
“I can’t believe….it….you’ve gotten….you are much stronger than I thought!” The ninja’s remark sounded oddly more like a compliment than a astonished comment, but Hinata disregarding it, giving one of her oh-so-out-of-character grins that’s came with a burst of supreme confidence.
“There’s no time for you to be thinking!” Hinata shouted thrusting forward at an increasingly faster speed, just what she needed. A shot hit, it was only a mere smack to the shoulder, and it deflected off the nin’s chakra, but it was all she needed. Her enemy swung to the side just a bit. Hinata again smirked in that almost sinister manner. Calling out, “Right there!” Hinata’s hand, doused in chakra, strengthened by a full lunge forward careened on a collision course dead center betwixt the breasts of the enemy.
All seemed at an end, the female opponent gaped in horror, under her mask as the hand of doom, as it were, pierced through the night. It would have been over in that second, had a cry not have called out, alongside the energized palm. “Kyaah, Hinata!” Ino had jumped upon Hinata’s back in one sudden movement, in her state, blissfully unaware of the battle, taking place the entire time.
“No, Ino….” Hinata’s aim was thrown off; in the last second, she had been shifted. Falling in a tumble Hinata’s full powered hand missed its mark, slamming directly into the kneecap of the nin, instead of her chest. Hinata hit the ground, the power of her attack not fading until she had skidded to a complete stop, about a meter from the enemy.
“Aaaaaaaah!” A mournful, intolerably screeching siren of pain flooded the night air; the enemy fell to the roof hugging her most definitely injured left knee. Audible crying was heard as she scrambled to her working leg and took back into her lips the whistle. Struggling to get out from under Ino, Hinata could only watch as the nin blew sorrowfully on it and disappeared in smoke and light. “This….is not over,” The voice called on the wind as it rustled through the trees.
Hinata finally found the ability to push out from under the purple clad ninja, and sit on the roof to catch her breath. Overlooking the meditation garden, she scanned it for Sakura, whom she found struggling to her feet, then brushing off her clothes. Hinata sighed deeply. “Running in a diaper is hard,” Hinata, pouted, totally disregarding the obviously unaware Ino sitting beside her and still locked onto her arm.
Sakura clattered onto the roof, joining her comrades, sitting next to her blissfully dumb best friend and releasing Hinata from Ino’s grip. “Ino…are you alright, yet?” Sakura questioned, looking over her friend in a medical manner, checking her eyes, her vitals, and her body over for anything that looked out of place, literally not a strand of hair was out of place. The problem was purely internal. Sakura could detect the odor of Ino’s wet clothing, as it permeated the mellow scent of autumn’s leaves.
“Kyaaah! Kyaah! Unh, unh!” Ino pointed at her wet spot as Sakura’s intensive gaze at it alerted even the now dulled, infantile senses of Ino. Sakura’s discontent was palpable.
“Let’s get you down from here, Ino. You’re already a handful as you were, hopefully baby Ino is not so much,” Sakura put Ino upon her back to Ino’s delight, and descended from the roof.
“Wait for me!” Hinata cried behind them, in pursuit as the two entered her room.
The three, once more in the room, made to shutting the door, and setting the table from the corner of the room tight against it. Hinata looked down at her hands; she had been so close to ending the nightmare right then and there, if only she had not been interrupted. She grumbled indistinctively, sitting on her bed.
Sakura fussed with Ino on the other side of the room, removing her skirt and wrappings to free Ino from her wet clothes. With a final sigh of relief, she removed a pair of silky purple panties, only slightly sodden in a small shape around the bottom. Hinata glanced at them, and then to herself. She reached into the corner and got out a couple of things, she walked to her stack of stuffed animals, selected the cuddliest one there. The little fox stuffy had been hers since she was born, big, orange, and utterly adorable, it was somewhat ironic that she owned it, thinking back to a certain big, orange, monster that had nearly destroyed their village.
Hinata ran her hands over the velour fur and the silky furry mane and tails. Before she had even finished reminiscing, Hinata’s hands had passed the fox over to Ino, whose now stunted mind seized the toy and cuddled it like it had been her own kit. Nuzzling the animal affectionately, Ino’s awareness dispersed entirely. Hinata knelt beside the two of them and set down a diaper, powder, and the package of wipes.
“Here, let’s make it so that Ino’s less of a burden, change her into something of mine, she shouldn’t have to wear anything dirty. I have a spare uniform, my older one, in my dresser, since Ino is quite more petite than I am, I am sure she will fit into it!” Hinata beamed shyly, stopping only when she was revisited by the cold, inflated diaper between her own legs.
“Thank you, Hinata. You should get changed too, not to be mean, but you are starting to smell a little,” Sakura held her nose playfully and grinned her cheesy, though for her, sincere looking smile. She had begun the task of diapering the randomly fidgeting Ino as Hinata took to her feet and shuffled to her bed.
Nearly simultaneous sounds of crinkling, and snapping tapes was heard from both sides of the room. Ino’s giggling rung out every so often as her hands closed ever more tightly around the fox toy. Eventually, Hinata was standing over Sakura; Ino was propped up against the wall, still loving the little stuffed animal.
“I see you’re enjoying my foxy, take good care of him.” Hinata rubbed the fox’s head through Ino’s hands.
This delighted Ino once again and with a shrill shriek of joy, she made to dance the fox around the floor in front of her. Sakura struggled a little, pulling up the soft, form-fitting pants, around Ino’s seated and padded bottom. Finally, after arduous struggle, she had secured the pants at her friend’s waist. Sakura put the coat back in its place not nearly having the patience to deal with getting that on.
“So….did you beat, the enemy?” Sakura had become serious once more; her eyes were heavy, fighting sleep.
Figuring something first Hinata finally replied, “No, she retreated, because Ino hit onto me when I was about strike, I don’t blame her because of her current state, but now the enemy will come back, and this time….I doubt I will be able to play the same game against them.” Hinata was a bit despondent she wiggled her toes and played with her fingers, deep in thought.
“You won’t have to, we’re going to fight together next time, and there’s no way the enemy will be able to deal with that! Teamwork should have been our goal from the beginning,” Sakura rose from her crouching position and posed devilishly.
“Kyaah! Hehehe!” Ino stumbled to her feet and posed like Sakura, she was off balance, and staggered a bit, but was able to emulate it pretty well. Seeing this made both Sakura and Hinata giggle happily, to which Ino followed. Ino walked a little more, eventually stumbling and falling to her bottom. Grimacing only slightly she decided crawling would be a much easier way of getting around, and made off towards Hinata’s pile of dollies, the fox doll still in her hands.
Collapsing upon them, Ino snuggled amongst the toys for some time, before Sakura had started to get her out. Hoisting Ino from the toys, Ino giggled with sheer glee. Ino’s face could not hold the smile for long however, as obvious tiring had took its toll. Ino’s face went limp, her eyes sunk heavily, trying in vain to stay open.
“Kyaaah-” Ino whimpered one last time, it was then that her eyes sunk down fully, putting her to sleep in earnest.
“That’s a big relief,” Sakura sighed as she sat on the bed, Ino in her arms, swaying back and forth with her. “Who knew it could be so much work just taking care of her for less than an hour?”
“Babies are a big thing to handle, always needing love, and attention, or else they feel alone,” Hinata sat on the bed with Sakura, helping to lay Ino into a comfortable position, before handing the sleeping girl the small fox doll once more. Hinata sat back up, she looked at Sakura in an odd way. “Isn’t it true?”
“Ummm, what do you mean?” Sakura blushed, realizing the question was purposefully directed at her.
“Come now, of course you do, it’s the reason you were hanging out with me, it’s the reason we’re talking about this now, it’s the reason you’re wearing diapers willingly again,” Hinata pressed her hand against Sakura’s abdomen. “You enjoy, don’t you?” Hinata strained, almost unable to say the next words, but she finally managed them. “You enjoy it….like I do,” Hinata was blushing.
“Err, ummm, I do like it Hinata. Ever since I started wetting the bed on and off when I was nine, I have had such an interesting attraction to them. But…why does it matter?”
“I think if we are going to fight together, we need to get to know each other better. We have a good amount of time before the enemy, even if they have phenomenal healing powers, can attack us again. Let’s take that time, let’s do it so that there’s nothing this enemy can do to defeat us, together!” Hinata hugged Sakura lovingly.
“We can do this, if we learn about each other, we’ll find the quickest path to defeating our enemy!” Sakura added to their embrace, she held on tightly.
Chapter 7: We Can Do This![/U]
The first light of the quietest morning of Konoha was broken by Hinata’s yawn. Sakura spied this from across the room, and grinned. They had taken turns staying up and keeping watch, if only for their safety.
Hinata rubbed her eyes softly and looked around. She was groggy, sleepy wetness clung to her eyes as she tried once again to rub it away.
“Should I make us some tea?” Hinata whispered softly, over the puerile snoring of the, most likely, still hypnotized Ino. Sakura’s mind snapped back on as she heard it, and she shifted herself in Hinata’s direction and nodded.
Hinata busied herself with the teapot and the hotplate in the small corner of her room as Sakura stood and sat upon Hinata’s bed, giving in to exhaustion and falling upon the downy covers a moment later. Though not sleeping, her eyes opened, Sakura was much vacant. The smell of tea barely perked her senses, and only the sensation of Hinata sitting on the bed next to her was able to coerce her to sit up.
“Here, it’s hot, so be careful,” Hinata warned, placing a tray upon the bed and pushing a small cup towards Sakura.
“Thank you, this is just what I need to keep myself from being sleepy today,” Sakura took her cup and sipped. It was heavenly, such a tea she had never tasted before, so mellow, and yet so defined, like a gentle wind, or a soft feather. Sakura mused to herself with each sip.
“Sakura, like we said last night, we must learn about each other, we have to become close, like teammates if we are to defeat this enemy,” Hinata wasted no time coming into talk of work, Sakura yawned almost defiantly.
“Yes that’s true, but where should we start? I mean, we have so much to cover, it might have been different, had we both been on the same team, or something like that, but it is just recently we have been spending time together. What should we start with? Among everything, what is so unique and important?” Sakura fretted a bit, rubbing her temples, and taking a long sip of her tea. She fidgeted nervously, her legs shifted, the soft crinkling was apparent; this caused both of them to giggle.
“Well, I guess we do have somewhere to start after all,” Hinata poked the plush material between her own legs as she let go a held back titter. Sakura too let out another giggle as the two settled down, afraid to wake Ino, whom, if a baby in mind was she still, would throw a tantrum if disturbed.
“Hinata, since I told you last night, I guess you should explain why you enjoy wearing diapers, other than the fact you’ve still yet to regain your continence back in its entirety,” Sakura’s stare on Hinata was intent, inside just the idea of openly talking about diapers was beginning to cause her heart to race blissfully.
“Ummm….hmmm,” Hinata thought about this for a moment, it was definitely a good question, one Hinata had not well decided on herself. “I guess it’s because…I just feel so….so….innocent and carefree, wrapped in a cloud, hugging me whenever, like a dear friend,” Hinata’s voice broke for a moment as she pondered whether to say the next thing, she pushed it out of herself with some reluctance. “…and sadly….I was forced….to grow up very quickly….as….a Hyuuga child, not to mention an heiress. Potty training was really early,”
“How early, Hinata?” Sakura asked, trying to calm the nearly shivering Hinata, and stave off her own gnawing naughtiness.
“I was just about one; I think my mom said,”
“ONE?!” Sakura’s amazement was glaringly obvious. “I wasn’t potty trained till I was 3,” Reaching over Sakura gave Hinata a big hug. “That must have been traumatizing for you, so young, and forced to become an adult so quickly,”
“I don’t….I mean I don’t think it was too bad. However….for what its worth, when I’m diapered….which has been almost constantly….recently at least, I just find everything so wonderful, the clouds are whiter, the sky is bluer and the tea is so much tastier,” Hinata took a sip of tea at that moment, refreshingly exhaling as she swallowed. “Sometimes….if it’s late…and mommy and daddy are asleep, I wear just…..a diaper and a t-shirt….and I play… with my stuffed animals, it must sound pitiful,” Hinata frowned just ever so slightly before she was engulfed in another of Sakura’s hugs.
“That is sooooooooooooooooo cute!” Sakura whispered, afraid letting her heart have any more lease would cause its tremendous pounding be heard from her open mouth. Still Sakura was breathing heavily, just about amorously onto the back of Hinata’s neck.
Hinata was still quite fazed from the surprise tackling-hug, and as she regained her composure, could feel the warm, moist breathing of Sakura’s quivering body. “Umm….Sakura….are you alright? Is it really that cute?”
“Its adorable,” Sakura simply replied, stroking Hinata’s hair, to which Hinata became slightly confused.
“Sakura? Sakura, is there…..a reason…..that I’m…..your dolly at the moment?” Hinata asked, forcing some wit to make the comment less abrasive on someone who was obviously warming up to her quite nicely.
Almost having to consciously bring herself to, Sakura released Hinata from her vice grip and smiled as warmly as she could. Both her cheeks were burnt the color of rubies, she was unable to stop herself from breaking into short bits of abrupt giggles. Sakura looked over to Hinata once again, she imagined a diaper clad girl crawling up to the massive pile of stuffed animals and lying against them, taking some up in her hands, and having them play about.
“Would you do that for me now?” Sakura asked against her own volition. Having done this in spite of herself Sakura quickly made to amend her request. “Only if you’d want to that is,” Hinata looked over to the pile of toys; she examined them before examining Sakura in the same way.
“I don’t know why its so cute, but if you’d like me to…of course….of course I would do it,” Hinata nodded, closing her eyes and smiling sincerely, her own cheeks stained the same red as Sakura’s. Hinata’s hands shakily moved to the waistline of her pajama pants. Sakura seemed to have her eyes glued upon Hinata’s hands, begging them to continue. Hinata complied to that glare, pulling her pajamas down to her knees, then softly slipping them off from under her. In just her mesh under shirt, and the clashing, pure white diaper, Hinata was knelt on her floor, feeling both comforted and odd at the same time.
Sakura nearly squealed with great joy. It had really only been her third time getting a close look at Hinata in diapers, she was making sure to notice everything about Hinata that might have changed. In return, Hinata kept up her blush as she put her hands upon the ground tentatively as if checking the floor’s sturdiness. With hesitation brought on by the thought of how she must look, Hinata began a slow, stunted crawl towards the pile of toys in the corner of the room.
Incapable of taking her eyes off Hinata, Sakura observed everything, with each soft movement, and each stretch of her body, something about Hinata was so incredibly adorable. Sakura kept her eye closely upon her. Hinata finally reached he doll pile; she looked physically exhausted, if not from the sheer weight of feeling stupid doing her babyish routine for watching eyes then from the lack of sleep she had gotten the night before. However, she felt though, Sakura felt the exact opposite about it.
Hinata took up a small panda doll in her hands, along side it she held a kitty. She squeezed them playfully, swaying back and forth, as she did so in an overtly loving manner. When she finally got the courage to open her eyes and look at her spectator she was amazed to see the amorous and quite pleased blush across Sakura’s visage. Sakura sat upon the floor just a small crawl from he pile her eyes half closed, looking upon Hinata whilst in some paroxysmal dream.
Sakura’s throat felt dry, she continued gazing upon Hinata as the Hyuuga decided to let her inhibitions go and really enjoy playing in her dolls. Hinata made quiet baby sounds every so often, as she fussed with the dolls. Sakura’s sandpaper vocal cords finally found some lubricant and she was able to speak.
“Can….I join you?” Sakura inquired with a most sheepish hush in her voice. Hinata, a bit befuddled at the idea of actually wanting to be joined in her immature romp could only nod happily before continuing.
Sakura fumbled with her pants and skirt, she pulled at them, fighting with the fabric for freedom. Finally, Sakura’s outer layers were stripped and only her diaper and shirt remained guarding her bare flesh. Sakura felt silly as she placed her hands upon the ground, similarly testing it as Hinata had done.
With equal hesitation, Sakura finally swaddled her way towards the pile of toys. She flopped into them beside Hinata and hugged her tightly, as children often do to each other. Hinata did not react in her usual shy demeanor; rather she embraced Sakura back, stuffed toys still in hand.
Sakura eventually took up a stuffed puppy and the two of them played in an infantile way for the better part of an hour. Hinata eventually nuzzled into her bed of toys from pure relief and exhaustion, following suit Sakura’s grip on her toy loosened. She toddled a bit closer to Hinata and fell next to her. In a hush, lisp Hinata broke the silence of their playtime.
“I think…we fownd owr common identity. Somewhere we weally awe teammates,” Sakura could not help but smile, hearing that sweet reassuring baby voice. Rolling to her side and looking at Hinata, Sakura nodded.
“It might be an odd bond, but even babies have friends,” Sakura sighed hugging Hinata again as fatigue really bit into her. She craned her neck up to look at Hinata one last time before she would undoubtedly be unable to fight sleep a moment longer. Sakura put her moist cool lips upon Hinata’s cheek and kissed her delicately. “Nighty, night, Hinata-chan,”
Hinata would have lit on fire any other time, but just then, in that half-asleep regressed world, Sakura’s childish kiss was exactly in place. Hinata held onto Sakura as if she were one of the dolls surrounding them, and she too troubled the one next to her with a kiss. As Hinata’s eyes closed in earnest, she could only think one thing: “We can do this, we really can,” |
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Chapter 9: The Incredible Jutsu
Sakura’s fist connected at long last. She pummeled over and over into the gut of her enemy, forcing her back, back through a tree and into another with one last, heavy punch. A large triumphant grin spread Sakura’s visage. She laughed hysterically, letting out all the crazed anger and frustration she had just been forced into.
The enemy was silent, she was doubled over a shattered tree limb, motionless, but obviously injured. Soft quivers ran her body as the enemy stared out through her face-concealing mask. Sakura was approaching intently. The enemy fumbled struggling to pull themselves from the mess of trees. Finally, they had done it, just as Sakura’s foot smashed the area she had just been into pulp and dust.
“Maybe…” The enemy hacked violently, likely mixed with a bit of blood, “…maybe I did underestimate you,” Standing fully the enemy stared at Sakura for a moment more before she pulled deep inside and was encased in a deep foggy purple chakra.
Sakura stood steady, saying nothing. Across from them, Hinata had gotten to her feet. She was bleeding from her forehead, her clothes were dusty and scratched, and her bottom wet from stress and exertion. Still she stood and shakily limped to Sakura’s side.
“Don’t overwork yourself, Hinata,” Sakura whispered, watching the enemy.
“Don’t worry about me, we’re a team, and we’re going to take this like a team,” Hinata winked at Sakura and took her hand, squeezing vigorously. Sakura nodded in response and squeezed back, as both readied formation.
“Teamwork, how inspiring,” The enemy rasped in a voice not their own. It was a possessed voice, something almost demonic. Seconds ticked by and suddenly, the enemy had disappeared.
“Get ready!” Sakura screamed. The enemy cascaded down from above, then to the side, so fast it was seemingly at once, she struck Sakura the first time, but the second was blocked by Hinata who warded the enemy off with a swift palm to the striking shin. Another flurry came from Hinata’s back, she was slammed by a furious barrage of fists, but Sakura kicked hard into the back of the enemy, returning Hinata’s punishment.
The enemy tumbled a bit, but flipped, cart wheeling back to her feet. Hinata and Sakura both knew that the enemy was growing careless, but even from the two attacks they had taken, one thing was clear: this enemy was stronger than Sakura, and faster than Hinata.
“What do you even want?” Hinata finally yelled, breaking the silence. The whole time they had been pursuing the enemy, and fighting the enemy, this question had pressed into her, the most pressing of all problems. Why? Why was the enemy doing this? What was their goal?
The enemy at first said nothing, their chakra compressed, boiling over once more before returning into the host. “I’m here….to take back the finest female specimens, for Lord Orochimaru. You should feel honored he even wants you…you Konoha scum!” The enemy, clearly jealous of her master’s interest in these girls, flew forward and engaged them once more.
A kunai raised the nin slammed past Sakura, being just barely deflected by the plate on Sakura’s glove, where it would have hit her dead center otherwise. The two girls jumped apart as the enemy made another pass.
Hinata dug into her pouch and pulled forth a trip cable. She swung the weighted end around as Sakura ran forward, a drawn kunai in hand, at the enemy. Kunai raised both women bound towards each other. At the last moment Hinata struck. She launched the cable, pulling the kunai from the enemy’s arm.
Sakura grinned, driving her kunai down as the enemy thrashed to muster some kind of defense, and as she raised her hand to grab Sakura’s arm, too late. Albeit a shallow wound, Sakura’s knife plunged into the enemy’s shoulder. The enemy backed off, ripping on Sakura’s arm, tripping her forward as she did.
Torn off guard, Sakura scrambled to get back to her feet, the enemy took this opportunity to launch at Hinata, who was now embroiled once more with the enemy. Hinata had noticed it just as the enemy approached, she noticed the juuken style palm and readied her own.
Each move, each nearly symmetrical move, each painstaking move, drove more and more energy through each opponent. Hinata gasped for breath taking a hit to the chest, but spun the enemy with a shot to the shoulder.
Sakura watched this, she dared not interfere, to someone like her, without a byakugan, a poor dodged juuken could injure her severely, or even kill her. This was Hinata’s part of their battle.
“Impressive, little girl, you’re quite a proficient juuken user, I guess that’s to be expected, of the Hyuuga clan heiress!” The enemy’s words were stressed and violent in between their attacks. “Still, I doubt you can beat me…I’ve known this technique since before you were born!” The ninja hurled her hand forward, striking Hinata in the chest once again, she followed it up quick enough to keep it from being blocked, slamming Hinata in the gut.
Unlike last time, Hinata dropped to her feet and swiped at the enemy, taking them by surprise and toppling her. Hinata flipped backwards with the last bit of her momentum and took a moment to huff and puff. She was badly overexerted, at least a quarter of her tenketsu were closed, forcing chakra out of her left hand was almost impossible now. With only her right it would be quite difficult to use her signature juuken technique.
The enemy regained themselves quickly, though impeded by their own fatigue. She coughed anew in that terrible hacking tone. Obviously, Sakura’s earlier barrage, her kunai wound, and the juuken were taking its toll on her. Hinata was wary not to take her at face value, even if she did seem wounded, it had not been too long before since a wave of chakra had virtually replenished her.
The enemy wasted no time fulfilling Hinata’s expectation and flaring her chakra in a grand show, doubling, and then tripling its size. The portals that contained the enemy’s eyes were glowing, bathing the mask, even from the inside, in a white light. “I’m not done…not yet…but you are going to pose the most problem to me now…my sweet little Hyuuga baby,” The enemy had not lost her condescending, cruel tone or words. “I’d hoped not to use this…but…I doubt the normal version’s potency would be enough to even incapacitate you.”
“What are you going on about?!” Hinata gaped, fear running into her voice, the giant chakra pinning even the on looking Sakura to her spot. The enemy did not answer, all she did was take up her symbols and then stretch her hand forward.
“Hand of the Eight Divinations:…” This name sent dread striking through Hinata like electricity, this attack, was the same kind Neji was a master at using. “…Overload: Five Hundred and Twelve Palms,” Hinata had never heard of this attack before, but from the name, it truly was an overload, enough force to knock any person out, maybe for good.
It was like tunnel vision, the enemy bared down on Hinata, she could not move, could not cry out, and could not even see as the purple chakra crashed around her. The enemy’s first strike filled Hinata with excruciating pain. Each subsequent strike felt like cold fire enveloping Hinata’s being. “Eight….sixteen…thirty-two…sixty four,” there was a short pause, Hinata’s body flailed in the air, “One hundred twenty-eight….two hundred fifty-six……………five hundred and twelve!”
Hinata could feel the world collapse around her, it was so cold, so, so cold. Hinata’s tears could not even warm her face as she hit the floor blood gushing from her nose and lips. The byakugan had deactivated of its own accord, Hinata knew that meant she had no more chakra left. Her body felt fractured, destroyed, she could not even open her eyelids without pain. “Am…I….going….to….to…?” Hinata could not even finish, she had started to weep even more fiercely.
“Forgive me, fragile child…you left me no choice…” The enemy spoke with her first compassion, and even at that moment, it felt out of place. Hinata’s weeping had subsided, only because she had stopped moving altogether. From Sakura’s standpoint, it was hard to tell if she was still breathing.
Drained, limping, and haphazardly shaking, as small courses of purple electricity flashed along her striking arm, the enemy stood to face Sakura. “Heh hahaha…” She, through another fierce bit of coughing, was still able to laugh at the situation. Sakura did not respond in kind. Tears for her friend fell to the ground quietly, belying the incredible anger boiling within Sakura.
“I’m not holding back anymore!” Sakura screamed, pulling on her gloves. “I’m not going to forgive you…I’m not going to let Hinata’s pain go wasted. I’m not just going to defeat you…I might even KILL YOU!” Sakura’s tears had merged with her fury, a fierce opponent had been defeated, and another had stepped up.
Chapter 10: Finale! As a Team We Stand![/U]
Sakura tightened her grip on the collar of the enemy as she gave her another spiraling fist to the stomach. Careening back and breaking another large tree, the enemy flailed, coughing audibly, blood seeping, dripping from the bottom of the mask. It had been an uphill battle just to stay away from Sakura long enough to prolong such encounters, on the part of the enemy.
“Beg….beg for your life!” Sakura shouted into the mess of trees, at the body of their once enemy.
“I will do no such thing…” The enemy muttered weakly, only so loud enough to be heard. There was a series of hacking coughs and sputters after this, more blood escaped the bottom of the face covering plate, it splattered to the ground.
Sakura’s eyes widened with rage. Her legs moved before she intended them to and smashed the enemy again, pulling her apart with mighty swats and slams. The enemy could not move quickly, not that quickly. Even with substantial expenditure of energy, she was only keeping up with a third of the punches, the remainder battering the enemy.
Hinata, strewn on her belly, could see a white expanse in front of her closed eyes. She just saw that whiteness, and herself sitting in the middle of a large field of daisies. Hinata’s body was small, toddler-esque, yet she was quite happy, amongst all of the flowers. “Am I dead?” She wondered wordlessly, in that void. In her vision appeared Sakura, she too small and stocky with baby fat, sitting beside Hinata, raising a daisy to her. Ino as well joined them, collapsing in the flowers at their knees and rolling giddily. “I’m not dead…” Hinata said at once and her eyes opened.
Sakura’s body shook with fatigue, no matter how hard she beat, or pummeled. Her arms swung at her sides as she jumped back. Her gloves were torn, the knuckles bleeding, oozing in streaks up and back down her arms from the force of each punch.
The enemy, though weakened to a point near defeat, stood on their own accord ahead of Sakura, both in view of the on looking Hinata. Sakura wearily put her fists back up. “Why won’t you die?” She demanded in a tone quite demeaning, as if to disregard the trouble she had given them earlier. Sakura stood fast, she was not about to resign herself just because an enemy would not fall.
“I’m not about to….give up….just yet,” the brave ninja declared, swaying in pain as she stood more intently. Crackling around her body, sparking to life in as much as she could muster, came that same billowing chakra. Coughing was heard above even the roar of the energy as it wildly spun out of control. Sakura lunged forward, hoping to punch through the smoke and stop the rapid regeneration sure to be taking place. However, as her hand hit the wall of chakra it slammed as though the chakra was made of solid steel, stronger than any kunai or shuriken.
Sakura recoiled, retreating to a safe distance as the enemy’s covering disperse. Their mask had slashed at the middle. Blood marks ran from each side of the ninja’s lips, making her mouth look like one of a puppet. The section still covering her eyes shone brightly as if on fire. Spitting blood to the floor and wiping her lips, the ninja assumed a very mechanical and haphazard stance. The ability she was using was not as any Sakura had encountered before. She was not healing herself at all; she was using chakra to control her wounded body parts.
“You can beat on me all you like….as long as I draw breath, I can fight…” The ninja stated in a holier-than-thou tone that was drenched in the condescending attitude she had displayed this entire time of fighting them.
Sakura gritted her teeth and took back her position, only to jump from it a moment later. It was then that Hinata called out as loud as she could.
“SAKURA NO!” It came too late, the enemy’s body jerked forward, passing the entirety of their excess chakra through Sakura’s fist, cutting, and scarring it all the way to the shoulder, throwing Sakura like a rag doll through the air before dropping her flat.
Hinata’s eyes were shocked, as fright ran through her like rushing defeat through the channels of her being. She could barely get to her knees, but she made the few feet over to Sakura.
Her arm looked horrible, cuts ran its length and its position indicated a definite fracture. Sakura’s eyes were filled with tears, and she bore them right through Hinata, seeing nothing, just weeping to herself. Hinata’s eyes too began to water, totally ignorant of their enemy.
“Sakura, please be okay…” Hinata pleaded, reaching an aching hand out to Sakura’s uninjured arm. Green energy escaped from Sakura’s hand as it took Hinata’s, a spasm causing her to accidentally release her healing chakra. It ran up Hinata’s hand, and she could feel her tenketsu open as it did. Hinata grinned, knowing something Sakura did not. “Get up Sakura…” Hinata urged, and with a wobbly stagger, she made it to her own feet.
“What can we do?” Sakura said wispily, devastated by her own defeat. “We’re just babies….standing here in diapers, soaked, and dirtied and…...weak,” Hinata took a look of indignation and pity. She raised her hand and swung, connecting with Sakura’s bottom in the way an angry mother reproaches her child. Sakura yelped gently and blinked. In the background their enemy has barely moved, most likely conserving what was left of their flaring and raging energy that seemingly had no control.
“We’ll deal with your attitude later,” Hinata scolded, her tone, a rose, sweet and comforting, but edged with thorns. “But now…we need to defeat this enemy, and I know how,”
“No planning!” the enemy shouted, charging forth in an open and reckless manner, not noticing Hinata’s healed hand slash the air above her, crippling the threads of chakra controlling the enemy’s injured legs, tumbling them into the sandbox nearby.
“Quick, Sakura! You are going to heal my arm, as much as you can, then we’ll hit her at the same time!” Sakura nodded and began to work on Hinata’s tenketsu.
“We might only have one chance at this, if we both don’t strike at the same time there won’t be enough force to knock her out and sever all the chakra threads,” Sakura warned, the last bruise on Hinata’s arm fading, chakra spilling out as the passages were opening. Hinata nodded in reply and they turned just as their enemy’s slashed chakra threads reattached.
“Alright Sakura!” Hinata shouted, moving forward unexpectedly, arm to arm with Sakura, both of their chakra’s alight and blazing with everything they had left. The enemy came at them too, with similar power bursting from her raging torrent of power. The two warpaths crossed in an explosion of light, the enemy tumbling to her side.
“Did we do it?!” Sakura exclaimed, turning and seeing the enemy flail for a moment, their chakra cables still visible. This sent a tremor of doubt through her and she frowned. “Dammit….we missed. My arms…I couldn’t sustain that much energy again…”
Hinata breathed deeply, forcing her body to produce chakra. Her being concentrated hotly, warmth pouring out of her, filling the already sodden diaper, leaking in twin lines down her legs. She cared not, her hand flared once again. “We have one….last….try…” Hinata grimaced, in serious pain, nearly depleted of chakra.
“Okay…let’s do it” Sakura said hesitantly, putting her uninjured arm in position against Hinata’s
Their enemy wasted no time flopping back up as the chakra threads snapped back together. Without haste, and in a magnificent flash, the enemy blasted out the entirety of their chakra, creating a shield around her front of transparent, weak mist shielding. This paling looking not nearly strong enough to afford her a direct attack, but in this event, staving off even half of the force would leave Hinata and Sakura depleted.
“Don’t try it!” The enemy bellowed furiously, seeing the two regain their posture.
“Like hell we won’t!” Hinata yelled as Sakura would have in her place and the two of them charged on the back of the wind. The shield drew closer, closer, soon in a flash of glorious brightness the hands struck it, and remarkably, the paling stood firm.
Wind rushed the area, cradling the three as they forced against their matched powers in vain. Behind the shield of life force the enemy’s body was still, most of the chakra threads had disappeared to further strengthen the shield.
“It’s no good!” Sakura yelled disdainfully. Her hand strained, weakening, and being shredded like her other hand. She closed her fist tightly. “I can’t do this much longer!”
“We can’t break it!” Hinata shouted over the din, as the dirt from the playground field kicked up a dust storm, blinding everything. Hinata’s eyes blurred, she was not crying, it was only the wind, she was not crying again, when they had come so far. Hinata’s hand flashed, her energy giving out.
When all seemed lost, the enemy’s shield faltered, the dust began to drop as a shadow behind the paling fought with walk looked like another body upon its back. Hinata and Sakura’s hands pierced half of the shield and the wind dropped totally. Through the purple fade was Ino, a huge smile across her face, upon the back of the enemy.
“Pway! Kyaa~hehe!” Ino shouted with glee as the enemy’s deadened body could do nothing to stop her. She let down the shield in a vain attempt to reattach her threads and remove Ino. As she did so, the shield smashed to pieces and the eyes in the mask went dim as a bone-crunching, chakra-sapping combo drilled into the ninja’s chest, causing havoc and devastation in its wake.
Ino’s hands let go immediately as the ninja dropped to her knees, falling headfirst into the dirt. Ino’s eyes were soulless, empty for a moment. They returned to their usual lucidity just as Ino fainted.
“We did it,” breathed both Hinata and Sakura, wheezing, sputtering, and falling to their own knees in tremendous stress and pain. Hinata giggled as Sakura could not hold in a titter.
Sakura’s hand ran against Hinata’s accidentally moistened thigh. “Someone…needs a diaper change…” She said in a tired tone, as though she had just had a rough day of caring for her wee ones.
Hinata got on her knees. “I need to know…” She said with new seriousness, pulling the fallen body of their enemy to them. Sakura sat up beside Hinata, a look of wary caution on her face, ready for any shock. “I need to know who this person is…to know all of my clan’s moves…” Hinata had the head of the one whom so persecuted them in her lap. Hands moved over the mask, hesitant to remove it. “Should I?” She asked.
“We must…anyone who is this strong need to be interrogated…” Sakura said, knowing central procedure quite well. She eased Hinata’s hand onto the mask and let her remove it. The two of them were froze; the visage of their enemy almost too shocking to comprehend.
Chapter 11: All is Revealed
Hinata choked, she fell back onto her bottom and began to cry, she hiccupped once or twice. Sakura’s face was still screwed up into something similar to intestinal blockage. They both continued to look upon their enemy.
Hyuuga Inase’s face was bore upon the enemy. The blood running down her lips seemed all the more fresh. “M-m-mommy?!” Hinata shrieked shrilly. Hinata closed her eyes tightly, opening them again to see if the horror at her knees was really, as she was seeing it. Even Sakura seemed ultimately stunned, as if there had been an arrow fired through her heart.
“Why would your mother….” Sakura began.
“She wouldn’t! She would never!” Hinata cried angrily, not believing this one bit. It was only then that a voice from behind turned them around with the same shock as they had witnessed at the unmasking.
“I didn’t think you’d wait that long to unmask me…” Inase said from behind the both of them. She sighed deeply, smacking her forehead with her palm in an impatient manner.
“But mommy…why?!” Hinata shouted, turning around and backing up against the now quite wooden replacement puppet. Inase showed signs of wear and tear; it was obvious that all the way up until reanimating her “broken” body with the threads, that she had been truthfully fighting them.
“How could you work for Orochimaru?!” Sakura accused, looking both tired, weak, and defeated all at once.
“Its simple, silly-heads….I don’t,” She said, making a matter-of-factly stance and smiling deeply. “But now is not the time for explaining that. The town will be waking up soon; we need to get you to the Hokage before anyone sees you like this!”
It was then it dawned on Sakura and she looked incredibly tired. In moments, Sakura had gone to sleep. Hinata looked up at her mother with apprehension. “What was all this?” She asked, feeling exposed and betrayed.
“Tsunade will explain,” Her mother reassured, pulling Hinata up into her arms, and then Sakura, and finally Ino, darting off for the central offices as the body double exploded in a blast of smoke.
Hinata was standing before a smug looking Tsunade a moment later. Sakura and Ino were propped up on a sofa in the corner of the office; they were both sleeping soundly. Hinata felt exposed and vulnerable. She knew the wetness running down her legs was obvious, and even she could perceive the pungent scent of urine. She constantly whimpered, even as Tsunade smiled congenially.
“Shizune, please wake up Ino and Sakura…” Tsunade order to her ward, who hurried over to the two of them, making small hand signs and pressing her index and middle fingers against the foreheads of her patients.
Sakura stirred first, her eyes popping open as fast as they had closed before. She sat up in a state of shock, wheeling her head around the room at its occupants. “W-what? What’s going on?!” Sakura demanded, her voice fragile, if only for the fact that Tsunade was sitting right there. Sakura was always humbled in her presence. It mattered not that it was obvious that she was even wearing a diaper, Tsunade’ smile made one feel so small and protected. Just seeing Tsunade awake made her feel a lot safer.
Ino woke a bit after Sakura, she still seemed a little fazed by her encounter, and the genjutsu placed upon her. She whimpered a little before becoming a little more aware. “Where….where am I? What….is going on?” Ino groggily asked, looking from Sakura, to Hinata, to Shizune, to Tsunade, and then her eyes opened wide, she looked at Inase and began to shudder. “You?! What did you do to me before?!” She demanded overly angrily. “Why did I feel like I was a baby, why did you attack us….” Ino finally noticed something odd about the way her usually soft and thin silk panties felt. She lifted the waistband of her pants and turned scarlet “….and why the hell am I wearing a diaper?!”
All of them besides Ino laughed, even quiet Shizune seemed to break a small giggle. Inase stepped in front of the three girls and bowed gently. Tsunade spoke in Inase’s place.
“I know you all must be wondering, if of all things “why,” and you three do deserve an appropriate response,” Tsunade paused, pulling up a folder. “Hyuuga Hinata, ten A-Rank missions, failed eight. Haruno Sakura, thirteen A-Rank Missions, failed nine. Finally, Yamanaka Ino, seven A-Rank missions, failed six. Do you see a problem here?” She asked after this little review. Hinata meekly raised her hand. “Yes, Hinata?”
“We have the lowest success rates of any Chuunin in the village…” She said quietly, ashamed.
“Don’t sound so down, you have the lowest rates of any females in the village. Naruto and Shikamaru have almost double the number of missions, and almost fewer succeeded to specification,” Tsunade said gently, trying to cheer Hinata up. Hinata tried to force a smile.
“So why did you deceive us?” Sakura asked, again in that tone the size of an infant’s.
Tsunade took a breath, getting ready for a well-deserved explanation. “We needed to make sure you three are actually able to handle yourselves in extreme situations. Many ninja fail missions out of pure circumstance, but that cannot always be deduced by a mission report. Therefore, we needed to put you in a real situation, a mission more dangerous than even S-Rank. A mission where everything depended on success and failure would mean not just a bad trip home, but your inevitable demise or capture. So we had to set up a situation…” Tsunade began.
“You sent Naruto, and all the other male Jounin and Chuunin out on missions, to make sure they would not interfere in our “exam,” Hinata analyzed, looking up, feeling as if a bit of burden had already been lifted.
“Precisely, we sent them all away and kept only one ninja behind, your mother, Hinata. We asked others, Kakashi said he would not fight women, especially not a former pupil, and Kurenai said her illusions would give her away to Hinata much too easily,” Tsunade narrowed her eyes. “We needed someone determined to better you three, and not afraid to do it, we needed a motherly touch, and Inase was ready to oblige, promising not to go easy on any of you, regardless of familial relation,” Hinata blushed at this, and Tsunade looked over to Shizune. “You three passed, if barely, the requirements for the test…” Shizune smiled and approached the three of them giving them each a small envelope with a modest amount in it.
Inase stood up, smiling; she ruffled Sakura’s hair gently, and then walked over to Ino. “What was my illusion like?” She asked Ino. “I had never used it before…”
“You what?!” Ino screamed violently, shrinking back up the couch as if Inase harbored some terrible illness. “You used an untested jutsu on me?!”
“Come now…was it that horrible?” Inase asked, scratching her head curiously before returning her hands to their usual position at her sides.
“From how Ino was playing at the play ground…” Sakura began.
“And how she played at my house with my dollies, I would say she was having, fun, if anything,” Hinata added, blushing but with a grin. Ino gritted her teeth, and clenched her fists. She loosened them finally and sighed.
“I had fun….” She caved, looking down at her middle and remembering the illusion. “It was like the world was so bright and fun, nothing was scary, nothing was wrong or bad….for an enemy attack, it was pacifying…” Ino grimaced, feeling the sensation of the diaper once more. “But whether or not….I’d like to get this thing off of me…I feel dumb,” Ino whined, looking to Sakura and Hinata and actually blushing shamefully. “No offense, you two,” she added.
“I think all of you could use a freshening up,” Tsunade suggested, setting down her folders. “I’m not done with you three yet, so please return promptly…” Tsunade said with lingering intent.
Ino left first, Sakura and Hinata stood there for a moment. “Umm….Tsunade-sama?” Sakura started.
“Yes?” she asked, noting they were not leaving.
“Does your medical staff here at headquarters have any….ya know…” Sakura motioned at her middle, blushing deeply. Tsunade laughed amusedly. Inase put down a small bag in front of Sakura.
“Here, your stuff is still inside…” Inase said in a friendly tone.
With their stuff ready, Sakura and Hinata turned to leave. Tsunade spoke, halting them. “You two are very brave, learning to work as a team, fight as one, and become fast friends,” She turned her seat around. “I’m glad you stayed, since I had a little more to tell you two,” She sighed and stood up, looking at Sakura, then Hinata. “You two worked very well, but more than once you let Ino out of your sight and put her in danger, I thought originally that it might be grounds for failing you, but decided against it, in lieu of that however…I think I might have a more fitting punishment,”
Hinata swallowed hard, she could see the light in her mother’s eyes that devilish look that always meant ill. “What….did you have in mind?” She ventured, quivering slightly. Tsunade only laughed.
“You can take a seat on the sofa, Hinata, Inase,” She motioned to them. “Sakura, please come over here…” Sakura took her bag in hand and hurried over to her sensei. Setting down the diaper bag, she whimpered, still unsure of her teacher’s intentions.
Hinata sat upon sofa, her mother sitting beside her, and Hinata gently lowered her pants, revealing the soaked diaper underneath. She already knew what she had to do and gently pulled on the tapes of her diaper.
Sakura blushed deeply as Tsunade unbuckled her skirt and shifted Sakura’s pants down her legs. “Not quite was wet as Hinata,” Tsunade joked happily, not at all disgusted or unhappy about Sakura’s state, knowing it took a bigger person to wear diapers than to wet themselves and complain about it.
“W-what a-are you doing, Tsunade-sama?” Sakura whimpered confusedly as slight pulls untapped the tabs on the diaper.
“Just something a little more appropriate as punishment,” She answered, lifting Sakura up as if she were just the baby she felt like, and placing her over her lap. Hinata was already in a similar position. Shizune had found reason to leave the room, smiling to herself with a giggle, knowing this was more light-hearted than serious.
“You’re going to spank us….” Sakura gasped frightened, looking over at Hinata who did not look as scared as she did. Tsunade sighed, rubbing Sakura’s bottom.
“Better than getting sent back to the academy, isn’t it?” She asked, patting gently, even though to Sakura it felt like she had already begun.
“I also think its quite fitting, like two naughty little girls get punished by their mommies,” Inase added, Hinata blushing on her lap, enjoying the whole ordeal more than one should.
“Sakura….afterwards we can go play at my house…” Hinata offered.
Sakura smiled, just as Tsunade’s hand caught her bottom. With a yelp Sakura wiggled forward, Hinata too flinched under her mother’s hand. It took about ten minutes but the two of them were standing up once more, pulling up pants over sore bottoms.
“You two behave, get changed in the bathroom, and tell Ino we’re done if you see her.” Tsunade said flexing her arm, having had quite a bit of fun just now. Sakura was such an obedient girl, and the same could be said of Hinata. The moment they were out of the hall, both pairs of ladies, Sakura and Hinata, and Tsunade and Inase gave the other a generous smile.
“After we get changed…we can go to my house and have cookies, and milk, and….” Hinata stopped; she was blushing. She smiled weakly, “…and we can play with my dollies…if you like,” Sakura stopped too; she did not turn red like Hinata, but hugged her in response.
“Of course….sounds like lots of fun….and after all of this fighting and stuff…maybe a good cookie, a warm glass of milk…..and a fresh diaper…would be really enjoyable,” Sakura was blushing now, having come out with it genuinely that she had enjoyed her time with Hinata.
Sakura and Hinata broke into giggles as they left headquarters, heading off into the busying streets of awakened Konoha, off towards adventure, excitement, and cookies.
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Karma and Repentance
By Arukan
Chapter 1: A Moment for Hinamori Momo
Karakura town was silent, the Urahara Shop was quiet, and the Kurosaki residence was shrouded in a noiseless vale. From the shadows darted a figure garbed in black, holding in their hand a drawn sword, they looked up towards the moonlight as a fell shadow appeared. A piercing scream rang through the night, though no one without considerable reiatsu would have felt it.
Throughout the city, the senses of the few reiatsu aware peoples piqued for a moment and then dulled. This feeling was not vital, it was not something incredible, quite ordinary for even the small city. A couple of shoulders shrugged or brows furrowed in sleep and there was no more minds paid to the cry.
Nevertheless, the figure was not afraid; they moved their sword up and deflected a shot at their heart. The figure turned and bolted up a house roof and smashing footsteps followed, crushing the roof under their clawed hooves. What would appear to be nothing was a hollow, an impure soul, chasing after one charged to purify those impures.
The shinigami turned to deflect another blow, throwing her enemy back as black hair feel from a slashed bun. The thin shinigami raised her soul slayer and pointed it at the hole in the hollow’s chest. “Stay back, fell fiend!” She yelled in a high, somewhat alarmed voice. The hollow only laughed, saying nothing. It looked at her through blazing red eyes in its mask. The shinigami waived a little and found herself slammed into a nearby wall with a powerful fist.
The shinigami got up, but shuddered as she stood still reeling from that hit she had just taken. Her body shook for a moment more and she cleared her head. She’d been a little muddled, and even with the alert that a hollow was nearby, she had not been totally ready. She’d been lax in her duties for too long, she wiped her brow as the hollow’s booming, and echoing voice shattered the silence of their standoff.
“Mufufu! Small shinigami, you little fool!” the hollow taunted. “Are all the adults away on real missions?” He continued to taunt. The shinigami rose, unhurt, and with rage in her eyes pointed her sword at the beast.
“That’s it….no mercy….Snap: Tobiume!” She yelled a red light engulfed the street, bathing her and the hollow in a crimson glow. “I am Hinamori Momo, lieutenant captain of the fifth protection squad!” The hollow backed up warily for a moment.
“A…lieutenant?” he scoffed, underestimating the appearance of “little Momo.” Without any more hesitation, he charged forward. The hollow’s hooves pounded once, twice, three times against the pavement of that dark road before a ball of light consumed him, the mask smashed first, and the entirety of the hollow’s body disintegrated.
Hinamori huffed a little bit, Tobiume changed back as she sheathed it, turning around. She walked back along the alabaster walled road, running her hand along the divider. “What a day…” she thought, remembering the ten hollows she dispatched. “Aizen-sama,” she whimpered, imagining that bespectacled hero she once knew, his visage now replaced with that vision of evil she witnessed as he fled soul society. She was tearing only slightly, her black sleeve dabbed at the wetness, drying her eyes.
With a slow step, Hinamori returned to her gigai, hidden nicely behind a bush near where she first spotted the hollow. This human doll of Hinamori was dressed in a way she could only dream of dressing back home. She wore a blue skirt that fell past her knees; flowing with a white ruffle at the bottom, lacy, frilly, so fancy, it made her giddily squeal when she first spied it in the store.
Her shirt was plain, a black, tight tee, it had a ruby neckline and sleeve edges. Across it was emblazoned: “Heart Reaper,” which Hinamori thought was utterly ironic. She adjusted what had bee mussed by the quick flight from gigai to soul form and stepped from the bushes, looking around to make sure no one was watching. When she was sure she was safe she walked silently back to the tent in the woods she had been “assigned.”
Rukia had used this tent when she was stationed there, before she came to live with Ichigo Kurosaki. The tent was large, and was comfortable, but very lonely. At least it was quiet, and it gave Hinamori more time to think than most people would ever ask for from any job.
She sat on the mattress, very plus and easy to fall asleep on, and she took off her shoes and socks. She sighed, and her skirt came next. In just a pair of canary yellow panties and her black top, Hinamori sat back down on the bed and finally reclined, pulling the bunny covered sheet over her and looking up at the roof of the tent.
The rain fly was always drawn on the tent, Hinamori learned to do that after the first rain soaked everything she had inside. The darkness of the small wooded area in which her tent was hidden was like a safe grove.
Hinamori waited a couple of minutes, as she did every night, before opening her eyes again and slipping her hands into the sheets. Hinamori stood still once more. Her face blushed after a moment and she whimpered, her eyes closed tight and then opened slowly, Hinamori turned on her side and fell asleep.
The next morning did not come quick enough for Hinamori, and before the sun had risen, she was sitting up in her bed, wiggling the sleep from her toes and legs. On her hands and knees she searched for something to wear, her bottom wiggled back and forth, as she searched here and there, finally finding a loose pair of black baggy pants. She slipped them on in a fumbling manner inside the tent before putting on her socks and shoes once more, stepping out onto the dew laden blades of grass just as the sun was rising.
“Good morning,” She said to herself, as if talking to the sun. She stretched her arms to the sky and checked her pink little phone that doubled as a hollow detector. There were no calls, and no hollows to be had. She actually sighed despondently, always-quite board in the morning, despite how mature she tried to act. Hitsugaya would reproach her for such behavior, and she would still call him “little whitey” instead of a proper term for someone of higher rank.
She found herself in the center of town by mid-day, not a hollow yet, unlike the three she had fought the day before. Hinamori had grown to indulging her gigai whose hunger was more wanting than needing. She walked into the bakery and sheepishly looked around. The storeowner’s daughter saw Hinamori walk in and began to wave.
“Hello Miss Hinamori!” She shouted, smiling with a smile as sweet as the donuts and cinnamon rolls on the shelves behind her. In the weeks Hinamori had been installed in Karakura town, she had come to bakery often, and was a regular sight to the girl standing behind the counter. She waved back; her smile was weak, not forced, but uneasy. She had a hard time connecting with people, especially mortals.
“Hello, I’ll just have the usual stuff today,” she said quickly, as low as she could, even though they were the only ones in the bakery. The girl nodded and set off to work.
“Here you go, Miss Hinamori, two donuts and a cinnamon bun,” She handed a white bag to Hinamori who blushed.
“Please, just Hinamori, or even Momo, its okay!” Hinamori said with that flush visage of hers. The baker’s daughter shook her head.
“No no! That would not be appropriate!” She said smiling brightly as Hinamori left the store, unable to curb her gigai’s craving, opening the bag, and sticking a donut in her mouth as she pushed out into the street and walked nonchalantly down the road.
By that time, it was getting dark, a hollow had still not appeared yet, nor had she done anything of real merit. She had begun to read a book in the park, but did not really get interested and retired back to her tent early, sitting in the small area aside from the mattress, and pondering the day, and boredom. She wondered if there would be a hollow she could not handle soon, and what she would do in that situation. “Who would come to save me?” she thought, oddly enough, thinking about it with a smile.
Hinamori didn’t go to sleep right away; instead, she got on her jacket and went back outside, into the cool night and into the lit city, walking aimlessly in the busy Saturday night streets, feeling a little alone as she watched couples meander by. A sigh escaped her lips every so often as she found herself wandering past the busiest romantic restaurant in town. She saw all kinds of couples there ad loathed her lonely assignment more than ever.
With a great heaving sigh, Hinamori walked into a small convenience store and looked for something to buy. She settled on ramen, and walked to the front. The cashier noticed her not, and cared not as she handed him her meager stipend and she was on he way. Like many people, she sat in front of the convenience store and ate her ramen right there. It was spicy, not a favorite of hers, but it was better than some of the things she had tried, just for the sake of her gigai’s seemingly malfunctioning hunger.
As Hinamori finished her meal, another person not even a few blocks over was finishing hers and readying for bed. Inoue Orihime bowed to the picture of her older brother and pulled out her futon, she had a big Sunday ahead of her. Hinamori didn’t have much to do on days without hollows, but Orihime was always bubbly and busy, and Sundays were no exceptions to the rule.
So two heads touched pillows and their owners’ eyes closed. Hinamori actually forwent her usual nightly ritual and just feel asleep, somehow exhausted, even from that rather complacent, dull day.
Chapter 2: Enter Orihime
The day began on a not so sunny Sunday, as overcast clouds hung in the sky like a pall on a funeral procession. The damp trees ached as they swayed, and Hinamori was asleep and not waking up unless that alarm on her phone went off. However, on the other side of the town, it was the exact opposite for one carrot haired high schooler. There would be no hell or high water a tumult enough to keep Orihime from her Sunday. And so the clouds did block the rising sun on that morning and a stirring did happen in the Inoue residence.
The girl did take a while to get up when not in a hurry, she lifted her head and looked about the darkened room, thinking it to still be early at first, until she spied the alarm, and her eyes unwillingly opened a little wider. She squeezed a small plush kitty tightly before finally pulling back her blanket and sitting up.
Orihime wore only a pink pair of panties and a white t-shirt. She was someone who loved comfort more than anything in all she did. She sat up and in an un-lady-like, yet somehow cute manner, scratched her bottom, yawning the sleep from her eyes and lips. She got to her knees and fixed her bed before even worrying about clothes. No one else lived in the house, who was there to care? She finally stood up and walked to the outfit in the corner.
Unlike her usual outfit, Inoue had a long baby blue skirt and sun yellow shirt set out, along with her hairpin, as always. She took her time getting even these very easy clothes on. She watched herself in the mirror, as she often did. Not in a vain sort of way, but in an oddly observant sort of way, noting the cute or silly ways her body twisted or tightened as she moved. When she had completed this part of her ritual, it was time for a “nutritious” breakfast, or at least what Inoue thought is a nutritious breakfast.
Taking a bite of a loaf of bread, straight from the bread box, Orihime took out a small yogurt and the quart of milk and set herself to munching away, eventually drinking half the milk, eating half the bread, and downing the entire yogurt. “Yummy!” she exclaimed, her eyebrows perked and her visage alight as it always was. She grinned for a little while longer before getting a pseudo-serious face of determination upon her face.
Orihime got her shoes on and locked the door behind her, walking down the steps from her home and to the street. She took a deep breath and began to walk in her usual demeanor, but on the inside, she was raging. “It’s shopping day!” She told herself as if she was a huntress on the prowl and everything was game. Orihime, like most girls, adored shopping, but not just clothes shopping, she enjoyed all kinds of shopping. From getting butter to just picking up some toiletries, it all excited her, probably because of her chipper and bubbly attitude.
Orihime had a huge list today, socks, ice cream, milk, panties, and a new school outfit were among the many things on a list scrawled in an otherworldly handwriting hat looked as if it had been composed in a fever pitch.
Orihime’s first stop was the clothing store, it was closest to her house, and it carried all the things she would need in relation to clothes on her list. She walked in, giggling at the ringing of the bell as she entered the store. The old woman tailor saw her and immediately walked over, a school outfit in hand. “Here is the school outfit you had me tailor for you,, little Orihime,” The old lady said, a woman who had been a friend of Orihime’s brother and parents and had tailored most of the school outfits Orihime had ever worn.
Accepting the outfit, Orihime made her way to the undergarments section and selected the things she needed, new underwear, and some new socks, since all of hers had become “holy enough to work at the shrines,” as Orihime sometimes joked. Leaving the clothing store, it was time for Orihime to go food shopping. She didn’t need much, but it was enough to warrant a trip, and so she was off into town, to her favorite grocer.
It had not been long since her last visit, yet she was always overjoyed to be surrounded by so many goodies. She looked around the outside fruit stock before heading inside for the milk and other products she needed. Bread was first, and Inoue wanted something different. She looked around and finally found a loaf of Italian bread, something she didn’t have very often; it was a definite buy. Alongside that were more milk, and some fast cooking rice. When all of this was ready, including a nice bottle of ramune, Inoue paid and left the grocer, nearly done with her errands, only a few hours into her Sunday.
Orihime dropped all of her things off home, she had a few more, things to do this morning, and all of them were fun. A rumble in Inoue’s tummy came soon after she had restocked her refrigerator, and Inoue had a sudden craving for frozen yogurt and fruit. She knew a nice ice cream shop very close, and knew it would be a wonderful Sunday treat to stop in and get something to eat.
Again, she left her house; she zipped her jacket, a soft breeze throwing cold air through the street; papers, and leaves shivered down the block as the wind subsided. Without a second thought, she walked down the stairs again and headed back into town, arriving at her favorite ice creamery not long after. A huge grin came over her, looking over all the flavors listed in the display case, each more tantalizing than the last, so much so she could not choose jus one.
“Strawberry and chocolate-vanilla swirl, please,” She said, arresting a line of drool that peeked over the edge of her mouth. The main obliged, taking a large, delicious looking waffle cone and running a mound of delicious strawberry and swirl into her cone. As he did, Orihime spoke up, “Fruit topping please,” she added, her eyes growing wider than the opening of the cone.
As she took one more look at the cone in process, it reached her hand, and the yen reached the man behind the counter’s hand. He looked at Orihime with disdain, not at her, but at the prospect of his own job of serving kids ice cream. He tried to crack a smile as she left but was unable to; even with Orihime’s sugary, “Goodbye!” as she left the store.
Orihime paid the dreary creamery man no mind, sitting on a small bench outside the ice cream shop, licking on her cone as if it were summer and he heat would soon reduce it too nothing but a milky soup. Each lick brought her a brain freeze at that pace, and she soon found herself swooning, holding her head cutely.
“Owwie, owwie, ice cream headache,” She whimpered like a scalded child, which suited her usual demeanor. With a little more griping, she stood up. “Gotta get moving,” she said, as if her next activity was of vital importance. She hurried off, yogurt in hand.
Inoue was in the arcade a few minute later, her cone was finished, her hands slightly sticky from the dredges of it when she had just about finished. She stood over a game machine and looked quite engrossed, playing merrily, inserting loose change from her coat pocket at times when she lost, no a frown at any point. Orihime loved these mindless little diversions, win or lose, and would save a week’s pocket change for a couple of hours at the arcade on Sundays.
It was there that Orihime was to be found for the next three hours, going from machine to machine and having her fill of silliness and fun for the day. Well, for this part of the day, at least. When she had put in her last coin and lost her last man, she sighed. “Poo, that was my last man,” She said unhappily, straightening her jacket and pulling down on her skirt so that it fit more comfortably, it had ridden up her waist when she was playing that seated racing game, she had gotten into it quite a bit.
Orihime exited the arcade, her mind elsewhere, off in wonderland, where it, many times, was to be found. She giggled to herself here and there, taking the scenic route home through the park. She strolled idly, just looking around at the leaves of the trees, still green, but losing their vitality for the crisp coolness of autumn. Places like this made Orihime most at home, even when she felt alone and at odds with the world.
She had her usual, elated grin plastered to her visage as she took each step and savored it, very antithetical to how she ate her yogurt cone earlier. Totally spaced out, she just enjoyed the latter half of her afternoon, considering this Sunday a remarkable success and perfect time spent, as she usually did. Only when she was wholly engrossed did she even notice another presence in the park. It was faint but it was obvious, it was a shinigami.
“Must be Rukia’s replacement,” She thought, thinking to Rukia and Ichigo for a moment, remember the past couple of months. “We’ve all been overworked,” She said with a sigh. “I hope Rukia enjoys her time off with Ichigo…” Orihime said, referring to the small vacation Ichigo was taking, during the fall break, with Rukia. They had gone to Soul Society. Orihime didn’t know the shinigami whose reiatsu she could feel and thought that must be because they were in a gigai, that miniscule presence belied another equally faint power drifting on the wind.
This power was much less overt, much more incognito, mixing with local sources, even in the open. This was the reiatsu of a powerful hollow, almost a Gillian type. But Orihime didn’t even feel it, too preoccupied with daydreams and insignificant observations. Hopefully Hinamori had felt this as well.
Chapter 3: The Fight Inside the Impure Pall!
Orihime was home and sitting down as six o’clock struck on the clock in the main room of her house. She sighed and sipped at a little bit of tea as she turned on the television and proceeded to watch cartoons. The lingering presence she had not felt before had disappeared totally; it was silent in Karakura town, despite it being not even all that dark. Orihime yawned complacently; she scratched at the back of her head and opened up a manga near the desk, reading with less than enthusiasm.
In the park, Hinamori stood outside her tent, flexing after a mid afternoon nap. Having been asleep, she missed the presence of the hollow from before. She looked around hesitantly before exiting the thing wood where she was hidden. The park was not dark, but besides one couple near the edge of the street, there was no one around, it was obviously an early Sunday for most people.
“No hollows today, none yesterday… I don’t like this,” Hinamori said to herself with that usual foreboding, downer attitude she was known for since Aizen’s betrayal. Her hair was tied back in the usual bun and she wore the same clothes from the day before, not caring much, since it was just her gigai and not her actual body. With a sigh and a deep breath, she took herself to the edge of the park and stared out around her, still nothing.
Shaking her phone, as if it were lying to her, she despondently frowned. Her body was impatient, even the gigai was responding to her wariness of the lack of hollows about. It was not odd for a day to go by without one hollow, but two was not very common, hollows always hungered, and their number was innumerable. It was quite unreasonable to think that none would appear in two days, especially in a city with many people, and many spiritually adept people, at that.
Hinamori’s head ached for a moment, and she knew not why, she found herself panting, on her knees, shaking with a cold sweat, as if the air had been choked out of her. She reeled, feeling as though she had been hit like last night once more. Everything shook, a dense reiatsu was evident, her phone was chirping madly, in a captain obvious tone. Hinamori quickly stood up; she couldn’t believe the immense spirit pressure descending so quickly. A part of her wanted to run in the opposite direction, but knowing her duty, she hurried back to her tent and separated soul from gigai.
Bounding from the treetops, to the building, unseen by the people below, Hinamori dove and jumped to where the signal and pressure was quickly increasing. A hollow wasn’t there yet, it was so powerful that it merely coming to earth was causing its power to display itself. Finally, Hinamori saw it, a gigantic, ominous black cloud, and a crack in the sky, ripped open by the hands of a giant hollow.
The arms of it came out first, its mask breached the sky as it force its way between the barrier of Hueco Mundo and the human world. Finally, it ripped through all the way, and as it did, it let out an unearthly, roar, unlike any she had ever heard from a hollow. It was blood curdling, shaking earth, and soul in one motion. The spiritual pressure increased tenfold, sending Hinamori’s pulse alight. She gripped her blade.
Standing more colossal than a two-story building, the color of lime-scaled slate, and a mask that resembled the face of the most frightening demons one could imagine, streaking with red as only the most powerful non-arrancar hollows were. This hollow had yellow eyes behind its mask, and it pierced everything it bore on. The entire world seemed to fit inside its massive ocular cavities. Hinamori could only shake, she suddenly felt out-matched.
The hollow initially paid no mind to Momo, opening its mouth behind the mask and letting out what seemed to be a sigh at first. It lasted a moment before it was evident that it was not a sigh at all, but something far more forbidding. A thick green miasma spilled forth from around the edges of the mask, spilling into the street, as Hinamori jumped upon a building to avoid it. It spoke not, noting Hinamori for the first time; it only bore its eyes at her with carnal, vicious, and devilish ferocity and intent. A hand extended, and Hinamori moved.
“Snap! Tobiume!” She shouted as her sword releasing as she tumbled to the roof of another building. The hollow did not seem intent on mindless destruction, and moved its hand before crushing the building, turning to meet a barrage of energy blasts from Tobiume, while Hinamori jumped from building to building, making sure not to fall to the green smoke below, which she knew would mean certain death to any individual who breathed it.
Her blasts crashed harmlessly on the titanic hollow, it’s seemingly diamond strength skin making it impossible to pierce, even with her incredible kido ability. So she knew it would be only a direct and powerful slash to the mask that would bring down this slow, but incredibly powerful looking hollow. It growled low in its throat, from behind the mask, this made it echo and sound terribly distant and foreboding. The hollow’s body moved suddenly, and quickly, nearly grabbing Hinamori as she ducked and grabbed onto its arm, diving her sword into its armor-like skin to stay on.
When it had stopped moving to use its other hand to grab at Hinamori, she ran up its forearm, expending kido in flash steps, until she jumped right at its mask. Time stood still, she moved closer at what seemed like a snails pace, and her hands raised Tobiume high above her head, ready to cut down. But as she neared to swing down the sword of her soul, a flash of yellow came from the eyes of the hollow.
A crimson hair that looked as if it were made of tentacles, breathing that same green miasma, rose from behind the towering mask of the hollow, just as Hinamori had swung her sword. A blade of red light careened towards its mark as tentacles raced at theirs, it seemed like a clash, and almost all of the attacking arms of hair were destroyed, but one hand slithered past, and as the blast from Tobiume hit the mask of the hollow, so did the green smoking red tentacle pierce Hinamori’s stomach. She flopped in midair, hitting a building, choking on her own air as she fumbled to breathe.
It all at once hurt so bad, Hinamori could not take it, she could not cry, she could not move as her body flailed on its own accord, voiding itself, and surely Hinamori thought she would die there. She closed her eyes and saw Aizen; her heart lifted and scorned itself at the same time, elated to see the one that had tried to murder her. But unabashed she began to move into the light, only to feel something pull at her hand, pulling her back.
She opened her eyes and was veiled by an orange glow. She blinked for a moment, her stomach hurt, but not all so badly.
“Miss Hinamori, thank goodness! I thought it was too late!” Orihime said, standing upon the building Hinamori had collapsed. She did not know when or how Inoue had joined her, but she had been saved. Hinamori looked behind Inoue, the hollow was still there, but it was in a fit of rage, unable to see because of its sundered eye area, caused by Hinamori’s attack.
“Orihime, that hollow…it is a menos…” Hinamori said, weakly, the poison still coursing through her. The Soten Kisshun, her magical regenerative field, was being interfered with by the reiatsu of the hollow, and it did not seem like it could nullify the poison even if it had sealed the wound. Orihime did not waiver in the face of the now blinded, enormous hollow as it stomped around, causing cratered impressions in the street. “Orihime, its mask is weak….” Hinamori said lastly, passing out as a new wave of pain from the poison came over her.
It had been a while, but Orihime was not scared, she had fought hollows before, and she had gotten stronger, and more iron-willed than she had ever been. She stood still; the hollow’s tentacles were searching the area for prey, and finally locked on Hinamori and Orihime. Inoue gulped and got ready. She was not nervous, wasn’t scared, she put her hands forward.
“Tsubaki, come forth!” She called, and from her small hairpiece came the rowdy black garbed fairy. He immediately kicked Orihime in the head with his tiny booted foot.
“Whats with keeping me locked up for so damned long you crazy bitch!” He yelled, berating Orihime as he usually did when summoned, his anger, and lust for striking knew no bounds. Hinamori had grown strong; she grabbed Tsubaki with a gentle hand and guided his view to the hollow. He stopped protesting at last. “Finally, this is what I’m talking about!” He yelled.
“Alright Tsubaki,” Orihime began, the hollow had become focused enough to stop its writing at last. Its tentacles at the ready, green smoke billowing into the sky without let up, it turned the entire overcast night sky to a pale green above them. “Tsubaki, the mask, go around the tentacles and hit the mask, full force, he’s slow, and huge, there’s no way he can stop you,” Orihime said confidently, her confidence not one to hide doubt, but strong and firm, and actually made of inner strength rather than self reassurance.
“Alright,” He answered; this was a short response for the heady fairy.
The hollow raged, the tentacles zeroed in on Orihime, and a giant hand came down on her, she waited, it closed in, and she waited. The moment of imminent impact came, and she grinned.
“Tsubaki! Koten Zanshun….I reject!” Inoue shouted at long last; the black little man becoming a flaming orange glow, ripping through the hand of the armored hollow and tearing apart all the tentacles that dared come near. It approached the mask of the hollow the again, time stood still. A large red orb suddenly appeared as victory was in reach. A cero, it was, the most powerful of hollow attacks, a concentrated blast of evil reiatsu, supreme, nearly unblockable. But Orihime did not waiver, and neither did Tsubaki. Time seemed to clap back together.
A flash of light came; Tsubaki barreled right through the fledgling cero before it could be ready to fire, and struck the mask of the hollow. For a moment nothing happened, until a yellow light streamed from the crushed eye holes of the hollow, pouring outward as an orange beam and finally exploding, awash in green blood-like ooze, from the back of the hollow’s cranium. Tsubaki had done it.
The hollow was mortally wounded, but it did not fade away, it fell backwards, through a portal it ripped with its last bit of strength, like a terrible nightmare, it was gone, and its aftertaste upon waking was the poison still inside its initial target. Orihime was not concerned with the hollow, in its condition, even if it did live, not even the regenerative atmosphere of Hueco Mundo would heal it fast enough for it to be bothering them any time soon, her real concern was now on Momo and her increasingly worsening state.
Orihime stood on that roof for almost fifteen minutes, concentrating all her power into repressing the toxin. But there was no avail; she could not banish its power totally. So Hinamori found herself in Orihime’s amazingly strong arms, being whisked to the park, where Orihime had sometimes seen her, and not initially remembered who she was.
It did not take that long at all, the breeze to their back and the cool night enveloped them as Orihime entered the park. When there Hinamori finally found the power to open her eyes and say something. She could faintly smell her campsite, and direly wanted to get back in her gigai, hoping it would stem the obvious reiatsu drain caused by the hollow’s deadly humor.
“Orihime?” Hinamori rasped gently as a drizzle permeated the clouds from above and dripped with little “plips” and “plops” upon the sidewalk and ground.
“Yes, Miss Hinamori?” Orihime asked, her eyes were averted, for a moment, up to the sky, being hit by droplets of the angels’ tears.
“My gigai….its just in front of us…in the woods…” was all Hinamori was able to say before her eyes widened with excruciation, the pain subsided, but Hinamori’s eyes closed I earnest and she was out cold. She would not wake for some time, not when put in her gigai, and not throughout the entire ride back to Orihime’s abode.
“You’re not sleeping in a tent while you’re injured,” Orihime said, mostly just talking to herself, knowing Hinamori could not hear her when she was unconscious. She hoisted her light, clingy load a little higher, as they crossed the threshold into the home Orihime called her own.
Wiping her brow, and trying to put everything else out of her mind, Orihime made an extra bed for her new roommate, and then went about getting ready to continue treatment of the poison.
Chapter 4: The Symptoms Build
Orihime worked all through the night, and got Hinamori as comfortable as she could, making sure the extra futon was fluffed and cozy. She had not so much as heard a peep from her all night, and it was a bit unnerving. Orihime wished she had gotten there sooner. If she had been there a minute before hand, maybe Hinamori would not be in this state. There was no more cursing herself over it would do. She had her sleeves rolled up high and was trying to bring down a fever that was turning Momo’s delicate face a shade of scarlet.
What truly unnerved Orihime were the things that Hinamori was saying in her restless sleep. She cried out, turning this way and that in an uncomfortable manner. Not even rest was a sanctuary for her, under the pain of the poison. “Aizen, Aizen!” Hinamori called out as Orihime was dabbing her forehead. This shocked Inoue, and she tumbled backwards onto her bottom.
“Oww…” Orihime muttered gently, messaging her bottom for a moment, still intently listening to her patient.
“Aizen, my dear Aizen, please don’t leave me…” Hinamori’s voice came out rasp, pained, and in shock. From what Orihime had heard about the events that had transpired between them, it seemed like these dreams would be nothing but suffering. Orihime tried in vain to wake Hinamori from her slumber, but it was obviously poison induced, and it did not seem like Hinamori would be getting up that night.
Orihime did not notice the time, finally seeing it and gasping. It was three in the morning, and Hinamori’s condition had not let up. A guttural sigh escaped Orihime. She coarsely wrung her hands, mad at herself for not being able to do anything. She had stabilized her patient, but could do nothing to fully neutralize the poison.
“Hinamori looks okay, I should try to get some sleep as well,” Orihime surmised, pulling her own futon closer to Momo’s and getting on it, adjusting her pillow. Her carrot head hit the pillow exhaustedly, and she nearly passed out right there. Before she did, she managed to turn on her side, facing Hinamori, just in case.
Inoue’s eyes closed, she sluggishly tried to stay asleep one more moment, but could not muster the ability. Finally, she gave in, letting her brow droop, and instantly snoring, quite placated at long last, after a night of much toil. Her sleep was much less troubled than the one of the little shinigami next to her. And though she slept through the entire morning and almost to the stroke of noon, Hinamori found not solace, nor rest in her sleep.
Waking over fifteen hours after her injury, Momo looked about the room, and she suddenly knew not where she was. She whipped her head about in a bewildered manner before seeing the red head of her hostess. Finally, she could feel the memory return, the hollow, the rescue, and even all the work Orihime had done the night before.
Even as she could feel the poison burn in her veins as she got to her feet, Hinamori tried to stumble for the exit, not wishing to trouble the girl who had worked so very hard to take care of her. She didn’t want to be worried over any longer, a pride she had developed since Aizen’s departure. It was more of a façade, and her fear of being left behind once more, but it still force Hinamori to her feet and hobbling.
Orihime was already awake; she had just been lying on her opposite side since almost ten in the morning, thinking and making small observations with Hinamori’s breathing. The pained and severely interfered gait of the footsteps was quite apparent to Orihime, who switched sides once more and addressed Hinamori.
“I won’t let you leave, Miss Hinamori,” She said in a grave tone, like a doctor to a patient whom professed their wellness throughout excruciating pain. Hinamori froze to the spot, finally turning around with a shamed blush.
“Please….I am well…” She tried, but was immediately cut off by Orihime, who stood quietly and walked in a motivated step, towards Hinamori.
“No more of this silliness, you are not well, and you will not sleep in a cold tent while you are ill!” Inoue’s voice was stern, she had Hinamori by the shoulders and gently helped her back to the bed, but they did not get that far before the sound of water hitting the floor was obviously. Hinamori could only blush, knowing what she was doing and not able to control it. Orihime however had to look down and see what the matter was.
“I am irrevocably sorry, and ashamed, please…please let me clean up this mess,” Hinamori ventured, but found herself in Orihime’s motherly hold once more. She eased Hinamori to the futon.
“No, its fine, please lie down, do not worry about your wetness, we will get you washed as soon as I have cleaned this,” and without disgust, Orihime took her scrub brush from the underside of the sink and began to dig it into the carpet, cleaning it of the small puddle Momo had made. Orihime had noticed it the night before, when she rescued Hinamori, how she was totally soiled in shinigami form when she found her. She did not seem to find this too odd, considering the strength of the toxins at work, toxins that permeated body and soul.
When the entire carpet expanse that had been moistened was cleaned, Hinamori once more was in Orihime’s hands, being lead to the bathroom. Feebly she tried to fight Orihime’s hands as they innocently took off skirt and shirt. But in the end, Hinamori was much too weak, too weak to walk straight, to fight her hands, and as evident from before, too weak to hold her bladder, even in gigai form.
Orihime’s cheeks were rosy as she helped a stripped Hinamori into the bath and sat turned on the water. “Please sit down when you can and adjust the water to your liking. But don’t stress yourself with trying to wash, I will be back with shampoo from the kitchen,” Hinamori could not protest before Orihime had left, rushing to the kitchen.
Inoue only found the courage to return after she heard the water shut off. She gathered her courage in the form of a deep, deep breath, and finally walked into the steamy bathroom. Her sleeves were rolled up and she gently lowered herself to the edge of the tub, kneeling beside Hinamori. “I will be as gentle as possible,” Orihime said politely.
“Thank you….thank you for going through so much trouble for me…” Hinamori whispered, extremely guarded and shy at the moment. Her blush was indistinct, blending with the redness of her warmed skin.
Orihime closed her eyes and grabbed the loofah; she squeezed the multi-purpose body and hair care shampoo onto the small body puff and began to message a thick lather into Hinamori’s skin. When her naught bits were covered in foam, Orihime once more opened her eyes and now, with the distractions and private areas hidden, she began to wash Hinamori’s hair and back.
“Not to sound rude, Miss Hinamori, but you do not seem to keep your gigai in the best of condition…I do not think living in a tent in the woods is the best place for a lady shinigami…” Orihime didn’t like seeing people in disrepair, her motherly, overly loving instincts kicked in and she feverishly would begin doting and taking care of them, as she was doing now. “Please lean back,” Orihime said after a moment of scrubbing Hinamori's scalp. She dipped Momo’s raven-covered head into the water, cleansing it of dead skin and suds.
“Thank you…” Hinamori whimpered again, still feeling woozy, and grievously in Orihime’s debt as the plug was pulled and Inoue helped Hinamori from the water.
“Don’t mention it,” Orihime said, not feeling much like having someone owe her something. She helped Hinamori to the center of the bathroom and began to dry her off, halfway through however came the same pattering sound and that same mark of redness across Hinamori’s face. Orihime did not need to look this time; all she did was waiting for the sound to cease before dropping the used towel to the ground. “Do not worry…” She said, quieting Hinamori before she could speak.
Hinamori felt Orihime’s eyes on her bare legs and she turned a darker crimson, it covered her body and she felt immensely warm. “Am I soiled once again?” She asked with a feeble voice, unable to articulate with Orihime so close to her bare frame.
“You are fine, but this poison’s effect on you will not do, we cannot be cleaning up puddles, and we surely cannot stop you from getting plenty of liquids…” Orihime trailed off. Finally, she pulled a large shirt she had gotten from her drawer, over Hinamori’s bare body. The large pink t-shirt covered all of Hinamori’s private regions, extending down to her thighs.
Orihime ushered Momo out of the bathroom, making sure to get her to the futon before letting go. “Please lay down, I must find something,” Orihime went off to look through a box of old clothes for something. She knew it was still there, she had not sold any of the sentimental clothing from her younger days, and finally her face of scrutiny was dissolved when she reached the bottom of the box.
Hinamori tried to see what Orihime was holding, but when she saw it, she still would not believe it. “I am not bed-wetter Momo any longer!” she protested suddenly and without volition. She quieted herself and apologized to Orihime. “I am sorry, old memories…” Orihime was taken aback a moment, but knelt down anyway.
“Yes, I understand she said,” setting down the pieces of cloth. “These will not do, for long, I was sure I had more than one set…” she said to herself and then looked up. “Please bear this until I can go out and get proper garments for this,” she said, showing Hinamori the bunny covered pink diaper cover. “I wore these when I was about ten; I wet the bed a little in those days,”
Hinamori bowed her head, turning puce; she too had wet the bed, though for a much longer stint than until she was ten. She had almost graduated the shinigami academy before the nickname “bed-wetter Momo” was obsolete. “I…do not…” she began to protest, before she knew it would do no good. She shook her head. “Never mind,” she said with reluctance, truly wanting to refuse the cloth diaper.
“I am deeply sorry,” Orihime said with an uncharacteristic frown. She piled the cloth inserts atop the diaper cover and gently eased Hinamori into a fully reclined position. “I will preserve as much dignity as I can for you,” she reassured, slipping the diaper under Hinamori who was turning a darker shade of red by the moment. It was only as Orihime folded the cover up that Momo removed her hands from her middle.
She could hear the snaps, though she closed her eyes tight and wished it were not real, she could feel the drawstrings make the top of the cover snug. And though it was repulsive to think she had fallen back to that degrading nickname, there was still that bit of Hinamori that was glad she was alive at this moment to feel this shame, and grateful to be cared for by someone. Without Orihime she would surely not be worrying about wearing a diaper, she would be dead.
“Thank you…may I rest now…Orihime?” Hinamori said in a fragmented mix of shame and restless tiredness.
“Yes you may, I must go out and get some better diap…I mean protective underwear anyway, just you rest…” Orihime said, catching herself before saying the soul disheartening “d” word. Hinamori would barely have suffered from the word, but it was her promise to preserve as much of Hinamori’s pride as she could.
Chapter 5: Mommy Orihime
Orihime stepped out the door just after she knew Hinamori was no longer awake. She could not retain a deep and unhappy sigh. She didn’t like making people uncomfortable, and by the moment, she felt worse and worse for having made Hinamori wear the diaper. However, something inside had felt very good when she was diapering Hinamori. She had felt the same thing when she was washing Hinamori as well. Something about caring for someone was more than just satisfying, or invigorating. It was fun, so very amusing to see even that complacent smile or apprehensive blush on Hinamori's face as she let Orihime do what she figured Orihime thought was right.
Inoue found new strength as she took the steps down two at a time, hitting the street with a springy step, making for the drug store. She didn’t know what she would be looking for. She’d never bought diapers for anyone; she hoped she wouldn’t screw it up. Being the ditz she was, Orihime was counting on a miracle that she could pick up the right things, and not have to make another trip, leaving Hinamori unguarded ad unattended.
The streets were cold, damp and the smell of wet pavement permeated the air and everything around it. The overcast clouds made midday seem like twilight. It wasn’t as depressing as you would think, at least for Orihime it wasn’t. She strolled nonchalantly down the block, into town, and eventually to where all of her usual stores were lined up. She knew almost every proprietor, or at the very least, an employee in the store. She hoped that the drug store check out clerk would not be one of those people she knew. Then again, she didn’t know the schedules of everyone she had ever met, so it was a risk that was unavoidable.
With a deep, bracing breath, Orihime walked down the rest of the street. She took her time and window-shopped in the other stores before finally stopping at the pharmacy. She cased the joint from the window, seeing if she could make out a floor plan before going on in. Like a sneaky little thief she made a visual map of the floor plan, blacking out in her heads all of the places she knew diapers were not, to minimize he chance of actually needing to ask where they were, or worse, looking nervous in getting them.
Finally, a hand extended and wrapped around the handle of the door. It was cold and foreboding; it only made Inoue more nervous than she already was. She took one more deep breath, her arm pulled at the door and it would not budge. She pulled again and nothing. She exhaustedly and embarrassedly saw the word “push” written window near the handle. She visibly reddened before pushing the door in. The shop smelled like vitamins and makeup, just like most pharmacies. But the smell overwhelmed her, making it a bit hard to think. She couldn’t figure out why she was so nervous. The diapers weren’t for her!
When the wave of trepidation had passed, Orihime found herself in the cosmetics aisle. She looked left and right at the end of the small row and finally walked down from the back of the store, where most people would not see her. Inoue looked down each aisle with a nervous stare. Even though the store was only sparsely filled, Orihime’s every steps felt like they were impeded by lead shoes. She picked up her feet only for them to slam back down against the floor in fear. At last, when her head turned for the fifth time, she could see the packages with figures of protective briefs on them. She took an inch closer to make sure they were not for babies and then inched ever closer into the aisle.
She closed her eyes and finally took a big step into the aisle. She opened them to look upon the packages. Lots of blues and greens, she was actually surprised her fear of the aisle would be so contradicted by the pleasing pastels. For once, her apprehension was put to rest, with renewed vitality she set to the task at hand, as she had undertaken all the other set before her. She looked at each package, gauging thickness, and sizing. She thought back, comparing her own hips with Hinamori’s.
“I would be a large…” she said holding the package, inspecting its measurements with interest. “Then to be safe, it would be wise to get Hinamori the medium, just incase small would be a little too tight or uncomfortable,” She nodded to herself with this realization and went one shelf lower. She peeked around for a medium. Finally, her hands closed around the medium package. She inspected it like the others, to make sure it was the same make and brand. She compared it to the ones above it. Tapes, waistband, absorption level, all were identical to the larger model. These would do.
Now the hard part came, and in a way, Orihime was once more stricken with an unsettling inability to act with confidence. She gulped deeply, and as quickly as she had kicked off the leaden boots, she had reapplied them, inching towards the counter as if the diapers weighed tons. She limped like that for the length of an aisle before one of the clerks saw her, and that blush on her face. The girl, no older than Orihime, came over, smiling cheerfully. “Is this all?” She asked, taking the package from Orihime.
Without being able to protest, there only a sudden look of shock that faded to a questioning on Orihime’s face. “Umm…I’ll get the few other things I need…” Orihime answered shakily. She found herself in the food section; getting chicken soup and then some aspirin, with a bit of hesitation, she grabbed baby wipes as well, knowing that would speed changes. Finally, as if the weight had been lifted again, she walked to the awaiting clerk, who had already scanned the diapers.
“Anything else?” The girl asked, looking up as complacently and disarmingly as anything. Inoue could not be nervous with that uncaring smile at her.
“Nope!” Orihime blurted suddenly, a minor blush appearing.
“Okay then…” The cashier said simply, showing Orihime the total, to which she promptly paid. She was relieved to see the black plastic bag, a bag that no one could see through. Thus making the walk home a lot less difficult then it would have been with a pack of diapers easily visible through a clear plastic bag.
Gripping the bag, as if holding it any looser would cause it to open and spill the contents on the wet pavement, Orihime briskly paced down the blocks to her house. She tried not looking to either side, or taking the time to take in the scent of the air, as she normally did. She was not accustomed to walking like this, so rigidly, unnaturally, and in such a hurry. She was used to the flowing, graceful dash of being late to school, or the ambient, lazy meander of an after school afternoon, but this hurry unsettled her, and she finally calmed her pace, trying to relax. She didn’t know what she had to be hurrying for, maybe she was nervous, or maybe…for some reason…excited.
Orihime took the steps slower than she had coming up. She reached the top and was suddenly out of breath, it was like the stairs had quadrupled in number. Orihime felt kicked in the chest, so worn out, so quickly. With a weary hand, she looked at her watch. She’d not been out even an hour, and so she felt as if she’d hurried back just for the sake of being next to Hinamori again. It was an odd feeling, but she didn’t mind it, and made to turn her key in the door.
Inoue expected an empty house, thinking Hinamori might have left, but there she lay, sleeping gently. Orihime got a bit closer and looked over Momo. She was breathing a little more stably, but her breaths were raspy and laborious. She tossed and turned gently. The shirt Orihime had given her had ridden up considerably. The pink diaper stared at Orihime, the cute bunnies were reassuring, just as they were when Orihime was the one wearing the diaper. She smiled and sat against the wall near the bed.
For an hour or so, Orihime just stared at Hinamori. She would move a piece of hair from her face, or pull up the sheets now and then, when Hinamori would disturb them with her movements. It was almost five when Hinamori finally stirred once more. Her eyes opening with a weariness matching how Orihime had looked upon arriving home. She sat up, the thickness of the diaper alerting and embarrassing her anew. She did not fret long.
Hinamori shook her head a little and stretched. She could feel a cool moistness on her as she did. The diaper was considerably wet. Hinamori didn’t bother even getting upset over it. It was foolish to cry over actually using a diaper for the purpose in which it was assigned, no matter how much she did not want to have done it. Orihime had noticed Hinamori by now, she was on her feet, kneeling beside Hinamori just as she had done before.
“Feeling better?” Orihime ventured, handing Hinamori what she knew would be a well-appreciated glass of water. Hinamori accepted, wiping her brow of a cold sweat that had become apparent as Hinamori’s movements caused a comforting breeze to overtake her. Momo could only blush as she contemplated Orihime’s question.
“Ummm….I’m…just a little….ya know….umm,” Hinamori tripped over her words. Orihime looked over Hinamori with a keen glance.
“Wet?” Orihime asked, putting one finger to her cheek, speaking before thinking, then turning red as she put her hands over her mouth.
“Mmhm…” Momo admitted, poking the t-shirt back down over the diaper, even though that would only impede changing it, in the long run.
“Don’t you worry, I bought some more…ya know…” Orihime said with a smile. To this Hinamori blushed and laid herself on the bed.
“You can call them diapers…that is what they are,” Hinamori said with a bit of courage, raising the shirt, finding no reason to truly fear being around, or seen by Orihime, the same person that had healed and dressed her wounds, cleaned her soiled body, and even diapered her the first time.
“Yes…I went and got more diapers…as well as some soup, and medicine to ease your pain,” Inoue stated, slowly pulling on the strings keeping the diaper snug. When she was finished, she undid the metal grommets on the cloth diaper.
“Soup sounds very nice, thank you for going to all this trouble for me…” Hinamori said with her first smile in a while. She felt the fresh air touch her bare skin as the sodden diaper inserts fell off of her loins.
“No, don’t you worry one bit, it’s the thing any moral person would do, I could not just have left you there, injured and poisoned, that would have been very bad!” Orihime cooed, taking hold of a wipe from the box, gently sweeping the region above Hinamori’s tender private areas. Swallowing her apprehension, Inoue too her hand and moved it down lower, making sue to rub Hinamori's backside and center clean of any residue, ensuring no rashes.
Hinamori could only gasp and nod as the cool wipe made her skin tingle with goosebumps and feel ever so warm at the same time. Before she could even detest the idea of the diaper, Orihime was sliding it under her bottom. The thickness of this diaper was much less compared to the super-bulky cloth one, but the padding was so much more soft and inviting, actually making Hinamori unable to complain too much, on the inside as, the diaper was brought up over her. She heard the snap and crinkles of the tapes, and finally she felt the small pressures on her abdomen cease.
Orihime looked over her work. The diaper was straight and the tapes were almost perfectly symmetrical. She helped Hinamori back into a sitting position, making sure she looked comfortable.
“If you would like not to look at the diaper every time you sit up…I have pajama bottoms…” Orihime offered.
“No…it is alright, I would not wish to complicate changing with extra clothing to get in your way,” Hinamori said courteously, just as her stomach began to rumble. “But if it would not be too much trouble…that soup would be really nice right now,” Hinamori stated, blushing at the boldness of her tummy.
“Okay, then. You rest now, Hinamori, you may sit up at the table if you like. And don’t worry one bit about having to be changed…I’ll do that for you,” Orihime instructed, handing Hinamori two aspirin with the little leftovers of her glass of water. “Take these; they will make the pain a little duller. I will go off and make the soup now; I think we are both very hungry!” Orihime said with exuberance, getting into the motherly role with an ease only she could have expected of herself. “Behave yourself, Miss Hinamori,” Orihime said with mock seriousness, making the two of the giggle giddily, as if the pall of sadness was slowly lifting.
Chapter 6: Baby Hinamori
Much time had not past when the smell of soup filled the small apartment. Orihime had abandoned her kooky manner of cooking in lieu of a more traditional approach. She knew Hinamori could not get better if she was afraid of the food she was being served.
With more or less blissful silence, Hinamori laid her heavy hands on the tabletop, staring around the room. She had a habit of looking at the back of the person hosting her at the time. Her eyes were most fixated on a bushy bunch of orange hair peeking out from the kitchen.
Hinamori was able to break her intense gaze and continue to peer around the room inquisitively. Her eyes darted from wall to wall in the warm colored living area. Hinamori found herself looking at the picture of Orihime’s brother that stood, as always, upon a small bookshelf. Hinamori realized that anyone kneeling would be directly facing the picture, and it dawned on her that it was a sort of shrine to Orihime’s departed sibling. She was so entranced in her gaze, that Hinamori did not notice Inoue sit at the far side of the table and setting a pitcher and a bowl of soup near her.
“That’s my brother,” Orihime said just loud enough to alert Hinamori, whom whipped her ahead about to pretend like she had not been staring at the picture.
“Ah, I thought so,” Hinamori whispered bashfully. She took a deep breath and could smell the soup. “Smells delicious,” She remarked, taking hold of a spoon near her. As she lifted her arm, a spasm ran through the muscle. She dropped the spoon frantically and grabbed at her pained appendage. However, as she did that, her other arm spasmed as well. This flaring sensation had Hinamori rolling back and forth. Orihime sprung from her place and crawled to her injured friend.
“Miss Hinamori?! Are you okay?” She asked with a frantic yelp, sitting Hinamori up against her. She looked over the invalid shinigami.
“It’s only a spasm,” Momo muttered, feeling utterly powerless, and helpless to her situation. Orihime sighed and rubbed Hinamori’s arms gently. Hinamori tried to protest. “Really, its okay!” She tried to move her arms again, only to be doubled back over in pain.
“Shhhh…” Orihime cooed, continuing to stroke those tender, disabled arms. Hinamori no longer protested, she merely closed her eyes and whimpered ever so gently. Small tears brimmed her eyes.
“I’m just a burden….I should just go back to Soul Society,” She cried, in her mind, having overstepped the welcome of her stay in Inoue’s home.
“Nonsense, they can do no better to heal you than I can, if my powers cannot reverse the poison, then there is no salve or antidote in all of Soul Society that can, you’re no better there,” Orihime said, closing the case on that permanently. Hinamori frowned, knowing she was right.
“But…I’m…” Hinamori started, until a soft palm covered her lips.
“No buts, Miss Hinamori,” Inoue said firmly, but with a tone that was like lace and silk to Momo’s ears.
“Yes’m,” Hinamori said obediently, not even noticing how easily Orihime had pacified her usually unruly nature.
Orihime had just removed her hand when she slid the two of them up to the table, pulling the bowl of soup closer. “Don’t worry, just hold still,” She told her patient, dipping the spoon into the soup and bringing it to Hinamori’s mouth.
For a second Hinamori did not want to eat, feeling quite childish having to be fed, and thought it would be better if she didn’t eat, if this was the price. But her closed lips were soon parted by a tingly sensation at her sides. Orihime tickled her gently, and when those strained and stress-bitten lips opened, the spoon of warm soup went in. Hinamori tasted it, it was so warm and well balanced, much more than a canned soup, it was obvious Orihime had tried very hard to make it as best as she could.
The next spoonful arrived unimpeded, and the next and the next; this procedure endured until the bowl was half-empty. Hinamori checked back on Orihime’s smiling face every few seconds, and was only reassured all the more each time. When the soup was just a mere puddle in the bowl, Orihime pushed it aside from behind Hinamori and poured her a cup of water from the pitcher she had set up earlier.
“Here, you need to keep up your fluids,” Inoue said, bringing the cup to Hinamori’s face.
Hinamori drank deep; the cool water filled her, making her tummy feel even fuller. Pleasantly she laid against Orihime, sighing soft breaths in her labored wheeze. Her eyes closed and she fell into a pseudo-sleep, listening to the combined sound of Orihime’s breathing and heartbeat. “Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum,” was enveloping her by the moment. So much so that she was totally placated, even her pained body unable to stifle the good vibe that Orihime both produced and induced.
Orihime backed herself against the wall, reclining elatedly, deciding she would eat her own soup later, when Hinamori had retired again. The delightful scent of the shampoo that Hinamori’s head had been washed in covered the carrot-topped vixen, who, like Hinamori, closed her eyes. Inoue folded her hands over Hinamori’s middle. She could feel the plastic cover of the diaper as she did, but ignored it, hugging Hinamori to her.
This slight pressure enhanced a general tingling in Hinamori’s middle. She knew what it was and could not fight it for long. Rather than concentrating on it, she took one peeking glance back at Orihime, who had a smile even in rest. This warmth once more filled Hinamori, and did, but barely, drain as tepid moisture filled the front of her diaper. Orihime too felt this sensation, against her hands, but neither of them did anything about it right then.
“Oops…” Hinamori whispered childishly, blushing ever so slightly. To this Orihime could only giggle.
“Oh my…” She said in response, rubbing her hand along the line formed of the moistened wetness detector, stained a blue from the light yellow it had been when it was first put on. Neither were distressed by this, in fact Hinamori was totally fine with it. Orihime too was not as concerned with the actually wetting itself, as she was with manipulating the sodden front of the diaper, stroking it with one hand as she rubbed Hinamori’s belly.
“Are you feeling a little better than you were before?” Orihime asked, her hands still wandering without wit or license to their actions, just generally clingy at the point in time.
“Yes’m, actually, I feel a lot better. Not physically better…of course, but better, all the same. Thank you, Orihime,” Hinamori whispered, her voice holding a certain affection in it. Affection she had not spoken with in what felt like ages. Ages that had been dark, cold, and lonely, and now they suddenly were not. She was warm, and cared for, in an embrace. She was in an embrace!
“Good to hear it…is there anything else you could need?” Orihime asked, giving a jubilant smile to her ward. Hinamori looked around, seeing if there would be any visual cues |
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Chapter 7: To Have Been Lonely
Orihime turned on the television after Hinamori had begun to rest again. She became engrossed in a talk show, still taking quick glances back at Hinamori occasionally, if only to see her, to look upon her, and to know she was there. Something about the presence of another person put Orihime in such a good mood. She actually found the time and patience to do her laundry, feeling ever more motherly as she folded her clothes while watching her little patient sleep, in the room beyond her. Her hands moved slowly, due to her preoccupation with Momo, and not the clothes she was tending to.
Eventually, mommy Orihime found herself at Hinamori’s side the minute her chores were done. She had a cool compress in hand, dabbing the warm, perspiring brow of her baby. She had taken great care to make sure she dabbed just well enough to make Hinamori comfortable and not run the risk of waking her from her nap, knowing she would need all her rest at this point. The poison had been dulled just to the point where she could fight it, Orihime had done her best to stem it and keep Momo well, now it was up to Momo herself to finish off the poison.
Having done her best to make Hinamori comfortable, Orihime gently pulled back the covers over her and checked the thick expanse of whiteness around her waist. It was not much more moist than it had been when she went to bed, so it was not a problem as of yet. However, even one more wetting, and little Momo would definitely need changing, and to this, a crooked, naughty grin spread on Orihime’s face; it was obvious she enjoyed her role as mommy very much. Her hand pressed against the warm yellowed fluff betwixt her baby’s milky, soft thighs. She blushed doing this, knowing it was an invasion of Hinamori’s personal space, but she just couldn’t avoid doing it, something inside let her hand move, telling her it was all right.
This motion and sensation soon woke Hinamori, who gingerly opened her eyes to see Orihime gently prodding her as she had been doing. Her blush was only slight, as she did not know the perverted manner of this touching and thought it to purely be inspection of her person by her gracious host. However the idea that it might be something more did pass Hinamori’s mind, and oddly enough it didn’t sound any alarms, she was fine with that as well.
“Good afternoon, sleepyhead,” Orihime ceased her touch as soon as she saw those eyes on her, with that adorable hint of blush and confusion. She extended a hand and pushed back shards of hair that obscured the amicable, quiet smile that had appeared on Hinamori’s lips.
“Good afternoon, Orihime,” Hinamori whispered, her voice a little hushed from behind the pacifier that had not left her lips since it had been placed there. Moving her hand to her lips, Hinamori took hold of her pacifier and removed it, so she could speak clearly to her good samaritan. “Could I pwease have something to drink?” She sheepishly ventured, hoping it would not be too much.
“Of course, and this time you can have some nice juice, instead of water!” Orihime said enthusiastically, jumping to her feet and walking into the kitchen, throwing open her cabinet. She saw it immediately, and for a moment wondered why it wasn’t put away with the other baby things. Nevertheless, Orihime took the sippy-cup in hand and went to the frig, filling it with fruit juice punch all the way to the top, capping it with a slight pop as it sealed.
Returning to her guest, Orihime put the cooled cup in Hinamori’s hands. The queer contraption was unlike any other drinking vessel Hinamori had ever seen, but she managed to get the gist of using it without help. Her lips parted and closed once more around the little spout and she upturned the cup suckling on the plastic to transfer the delicious, satiating juice.
Orihime gushed internally as she saw this, it was so mind boggling cute, she could barely contain her ability to squeal, and she let out a soft titter. Just the sound of the suckling noises, and the concentrating look on Hinamori’s face as she enjoyed the juice was enough to send Orihime into paroxysmal spasms. She continued this until the cup was totally empty.
Hinamori’s gleeful face turned a darker shade of red when it noticed Orihime’s stare, as if her eyes were transfixed on her and unable to move anywhere else. Under this slight tension, she heard a gentle leak springing inside, and a soft pattering, like the sound of a gentle stream of water from a running faucet on a thirsty sponge, was audible. Both looked down to Hinamori’s lap, the yellow moisture seeping up and behind Hinamori’s middle, causing the better part of the diaper to be stained that off color.
“Umm…umm,” Hinamori fumbled cutely, still not so hampered by what she had done.
“Lay down, sweetie,” Orihime motioned as she hand done more than once before. But even so, this time felt different, as if there was something new about this mundane diaper change.
“Yes’m,” Hinamori answered, lying upon the futon as she had done all the other times. She too felt something different this time around, as if there was some kind of static charge in the air, sending all of her skin’s nerve endings into frenzy. As the humid skin trapped behind the diaper met the considerably cooler air, Hinamori’s gasp was amplified.
As if by chain reaction, a creeping chill, followed b a rush of warmth ran the length of Orihime’s spine, her hand trembling suddenly as it wiped at Hinamori’s middle with the damp cloth she had previously used on Hinamori’s sweat laden forehead. Her hand steadied as she lifted Hinamori’s legs by her ankles and wiped at her pale, yet soft bottom. Orihime had a constant blush, as did her ward. The two of them seemed as if they were both viewing something of “questionable” origin together.
With deft hands and fearless motions returning to her, Inoue took hold of the folded white rectangle that resided in the package along with its fellows. She unfolded it with curious motioned and soon had it sliding under the backside of one rose colored patient. Hinamori could feel the dry cloud encircling her; it made the hair on her body feel as if it were standing on end, even the curly ebony patch that had just been covered in the confines of the plastic diaper. Each tape was affixed in similar professional style until all of them kept the fluffy, puffy, baby pants in one place.
“There, all done, my little Hinamori,” Orihime giggled, kissing Hinamori’s tummy, forgetting her patient’s age, and treating her as if she truly was her baby. She kissed again, moving her way up, finally kneeling right above Hinamori, about to give her one final kiss when the fact of the matter dawned on the two of them. There was a pause; the two of them were frozen in time. The Inoue residence evaporated, and there was nothing left between them but the clothes upon their bodies. Their breathing was the only sound that could permeate the darkness and void that only their eyes could see through. The two girls were all at once lost and found; the still of this moment lasted longer than any other moment of tension in either of their lives.
Neither spoke, neither moved, both were too embarrassed, too shy to stop there, or go further. The only sign that either was still alive was a pinkish blush stretching their faces. The whirlwind in Orihime’s mind was torrid, violently lusty; she didn’t know why she felt like this so suddenly, but in Hinamori’s mind the thoughts were no purer.
Hinamori begged internally to push her neck upwards; she wanted to finish the trail of kisses, for Orihime to complete the path to her own lips. When the darkness became its darkest, two bodies suddenly moved together, albeit quite slower than one would expect, even if they were impeded by embarrassment and their own shy natures.
Orihime felt Hinamori’s cool lips touch hers, on them she could taste the remnants of the sugary fruit juice, which only invited that naughty mind to do more. Hinamori too was suddenly not herself. She threw her arms around Inoue’s body and held on for dear life. Their lips parted ever so intricately. Orihime couldn’t last more than a moment before beginning another kiss. This one lasted much longer then the experiment that was the first., in enveloped the two of them until finally the dark shroud faded and Orihime moved back to Hinamori’s side, both looking as if their cheeks had been slapped raw.
“Oh my…” Hinamori rasped excitedly, having not felt so good, despite the illness gripping her, in such a long, long time.
“Mmm, that was good juice after all…” Orihime said ditzily, giggling furiously before gaining some seriousness, “…but that was…wonderful…” She added, turning away when saying it, unable to explain why she would have done that. It was inexplicable, unintended, but nonetheless, and unarguably pleasing.
“…wonderful…” Hinamori mimicked innocently, she too unable to look Inoue dead in the eye. She waited a bit and then spoke up, “…could we do that…again soon?” She found herself asking, as she noticed Orihime sitting up straight and turning the television back on, still a little dazed.
“Maybe…” She said, turning her head to actually acknowledge Hinamori at last, despite her apprehension, and as hard as it was. She had a grin that spanned her entire visage, and her eyes were closed calmly as she added that modifier.
Hinamori sat up and crawled closer to Orihime, she plopped her head in Orihime’s lap and looked up at the moving pictures in the queer “television” that she hadn’t taken much time to inspect. “Can I watch with you?” She asked shyly, looking at the images and not Orihime, still unable to see the one who had broken her loneliness.
A hand came down and moved the hair away from Hinamori’s face once again. It pushed it behind her ear, giving her an unmarked view of the screen. “Of course you can,” came the melodic voice of Orihime’s braver self. Her hand rested against Hinamori’s soft hair, rubbing her temple in a massaging touch, lulling her newfound crush.
Hinamori took in the scent of this odd, yet impassioning mortal girl, who not only healed her, and nursed her, but genuinely seemed to love her as well. It might have been the pan-compassionate heart of Orihime’s, or an actual romantic spark, but Hinamori had somehow had one of her emotional wounds mended along with her physical ones. Orihime truly was remarkable, in many ways. |
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I'm surprised no one has left you a good word or two. I've read through your first story just now and I enjoyed it very much. You use something that is never brought up in Naruto (personal hygiene) and make it work as if it could actually happen. Now, am I saying Hinata will ever get to express her true feeling for Naruto? Probably not, but we can still hope! I was expecting Sakura to beat Naruto into a coma after Hinata told her Naruto said she wet her sleeping bag.
Overall, the first story is simply amazing. I hope you will continue to write and keep up the good work. Expect a review of the second story when I finish reading it. |
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Arukan
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Chapter 8: An Impromptu Return?!
Evening was still and quiet, watching television had passed quite a bit of time and the sun had already set since then; the long shadows cast by the sun were gone. The Inoue residence was illuminated within by only the flickering images on the television. Hinamori had fallen asleep in Orihime’s lap, and her host had not found the time to move her, nor the want, honestly.
Inoue took furtive glances down at Hinamori from time to time, making sure her little Momo was safe and sound. The harsh gasping and sputtering that had permeated Hinamori’s sleep the last night over had subsided, and though her breathing was irregular it was not labored. This pacified Orihime, who would have been very stressed if there had been absolutely no signs of any progression of recovery in her patient. Hinamori was still weak, and it would take at least the rest of the week of TLC to recover fully, but it seemed that at this point Momo was past any clear and present danger.
Orihime finally began to ponder the fate of the hollow she had wounded with Tsubaki. She wondered about if and when the beast would come back, she knew this time she would not be able to play around if it came to call. Finally she cast such nonsense out of her mind, thinking about the hollow was not helping her keep her eye on Hinamori, and she was much more concerned with Hinamori than some demon seed somewhere in Hueco Mundo.
After one more television program, Orihime thought it about time to lay Hinamori down in a proper bed. She shifted herself out from under her patient and took the girl in her arms. The trip back to the futon was short, and relatively easy, even though Hinamori fidgeted unhappily as she was moved. Orihime had grasped the ability of holding Momo in place as she carried her. A soft whining gasp came from Hinamori as she was laid on the cool futon and the sheet was pulled up over her. Orihime looked around for the pacifier, and when found returned it to her little one’s lips. Suckling began instantaneously and Orihime knew she could take her leave.
At the table, Orihime read over a magazine as the TV played in the background, some insignificant white noise to sooth her as she read. She couldn’t really pay attention to what she was reading, thinking about Hinamori, and their diaper change incident. Her face blushed without volition at the thought, but Orihime did not try to stop it, the blush was only proof of how much she had enjoyed it. She’d not felt that happy in a long while. Something about this new role, this new Mommy-Orihime, made her giddy even doing the most mundane and ordinary things for Hinamori.
Orihime wondered if her little one would want a bath when she woke up again. The wipes did clean her, but nothing was as relaxing and purifying as a good old-fashioned bath, with bubbles and suds and love in ever cleansing rub of Orihime’s hand. Maybe it was more than just wanting to bathe Hinamori for hygiene, but Orihime longed, even lusted, to touch Hinamori’s bare flesh, as long as she could play it off as innocent.
At around nine, Hinamori stirred and fond herself wide awake in the futon, very wet, and a new, more urgent, and embarrassing matter nagging at her. She peered around the room, until she found Orihime washing dishes. She whined gently at first, having forgotten her voice, and finally was able to call out.
“Momm…I mean….Orihime…Miss Orihime!” She was just a bit frenetic in her plea, and this caused Inoue to wheel around quickly and dash to Momo.
“Are you all right? Whats wrong?” Orihime asked, kneeling beside Hinamori and moving back the covers.
Hinamori had her hands around her waist, holding it tightly. She fidgeted unhappily and her face had a strained blush. She looked up at Orihime who, like a ditz, just stared blankly at Momo, unable to realize the urgency of her issue. With an exasperated sigh, Hinamori tried to rise quickly, but a muscle cramp seized her leg and she tripped backwards, into a finally alerted Orihime’s arms.
There was only a unique sound in the moment after that, a unique and unpleasant noise that is connotative of only one bodily function. Hinamori’s face turned scarlet, more so than the strain that had taken it before, and she welled with massive tears of shame and unhappiness. Orihime finally understood what was wrong and uneasily chuckled as she settled Hinamori back onto the futon.
“I’m….I couldn’t …hold it,” Hinamori wheezed with such shame that it was bringing her to hyperventilation.
The feeling of runny, squishing mush under her was not as unpleasant as the feeling of actually having made that, but the shame that accompanied such a childish and demeaning act made everything else about it, even the now assaulting odor, so much more traumatizing. Orihime only began with a sigh as she took her nose between two fingers comically.
“It is all right, I cannot be mad, or upset with you because of a natural, and needed bodily function. You must not be shy or shamed by it, I would have been perturbed if you had not needed to go for any longer than you have, it is not good for the colon or tummy to have it held in,” Orihime concluded.
She knew she had to dance easily around this topic or risk upsetting Hinamori further, so she left out all words that would make Hinamori feel dirty or bad for what she had done. There was no more gushing from her patient, who had stopped her tearing, and showcased little more than a staining blush as she smiled, touched by Orihime’s constant reassurance.
“Now, let’s get you into the bath, how does that sound?” Orihime offered, happy to have found she elicited no more tears or crying after her little spiel to Hinamori.
“I like how it sounds…a lot…” Hinamori responded quickly, easing herself back into Orihime’s arms.
Orihime felt badly as she took hold of Hinamori, there was no way she was able to ably carry Momo without placing her hands upon the warm and soiled backside of Hinamori’s diaper. Momo did not make any fuss, however, when the soft grip held her bottom, even if it did move the not so pleasant mushiness around, because she was sure Orihime would wash her to a unsoiled and creamy shine.
In the bathroom a little odd tango was danced as Hinamori and Orihime shuffled back and forth, both eager to free Hinamori from a messy diaper and get her into the already filling bathtub. Off first came Hinamori’s top, and then the diaper, though this happened as if it were in slow motion. Orihime carefully, super carefully even, worked the tapes off and had the diaper rolled up and tapped onto itself in such a way that neither of them had to look at the unfortunate accident.
Hinamori wiggled involuntarily as Orihime gave her legs and bottom a preemptive cleaning with the soothing and cool wipes. The juxtaposition of the warmth of the soiled diaper to the cool wipes was only brought full circle as Momo descended into the warm and sudsy water to soak.
“You enjoy the water for a little bit, then I will wash you,” Orihime offered kindly.
“Will you stay here anyway?” Hinamori asked shyly, looking away with caution as she said it with obvious hesitation.
“Sure…that’s fine,” Orihime replied, closing the lid on the toilet and sitting down upon it, watching Momo enjoy her warm bath.
It didn’t take long for Orihime to grow bored and get herself on her knees next to the tube, taking up the loofah with carnal haste, unwilling to wait another moment to wash Hinamori. Momo just reclined further, not wanting to get in Orihime’s way as she cleaned her body. The soft sponge made her giggle as it passed over her arms and shoulders, moving its way down her center when her upper limbs were cleansed. She squirmed cutely as the loofah passed her bare middle, cleaning then rest of her in a nondescript manner.
Had her hands been above water it is no doubt that Orihime’s shaking would have been noticeable as she cleaned between Momo’s legs with the following motion of the sponge up and down her thighs. The blush on her face would be written off as exposure to the warmth of the air, but her quivering body was well hidden by the wall of the tub. Orihime felt considerably lucky that so many elements were on her side, concealing her lusty movements.
It seemed like hours drying Momo’s delicate body in the steamy bathroom, but Orihime got through it without blowing her cover of being one hundred percent platonic in nature, even thought Hinamori would not have mind all too much. Knowing a leg spasm could throw Hinamori to the ground, Orihime now faced the task of taking a barely covered, towel draped Momo back into the living room to be dressed and pampered, literally.
Upon the futon, Hinamori wriggled with unrest but stopped as Orihime came over to her. She couldn’t realistically hope for a repeat of just a few hours ago so soon, could she? It wasn’t meant to be for either of them as two shaking girls worked together in their odd dance to get the diaper under and over Hinamori, and have it taped snugly in place. Exhaustion and restlessness caused a small fountain of wetness to escape Hinamori when the process was done, just so cutely many a round spot of yellow against the white plastic-like pillow panties.
Both of them could not help but giggle at this tension, which relieve the thick fog of stress that would have needed a zanpakuto to cut through effectively. Just as the mingling charge in the air had dissipated there came a buzzing at the door. A shy, and uneager to be seen with just a diaper on, Hinamori pulled on a shirt from the nearby stack of laundry before whipping the sheets over her body and most of her face, just peeking out curiously. Inoue rushed to the door.
Orihime looked through the peep-hole but saw nothing, yet the buzzing came again, and so she knew there was definitely someone there. She opened the door and again saw no one.
“Who was ringing?” She wondered aloud, only to hear a clearing of a feminine throat. Her eyes looked down and she almost fell backwards.
“Am I too SMALL or something?!” Rukia said indignantly.
“Rukia?” Orihime breathed with an air that could only be called: shocked.
“Rukia?!” Hinamori wondered with her head totally hidden now. One of her peers from the academy, and the one who she was temporarily replacing, was standing right there, with Hinamori out of commission and in a “slightly” embarrassing state.
“I’m on vacation for a little bit, Captain Ukitate said I was training too hard, so he said I could come to earth for a little bit and “train” with you guys…” Rukia pushed her way past Orihime and into the domicile. “I am tired of staying at the Kurosaki residence, especially when he is off training anyway, his father creeps me out. I hope you won’t mind if I stay here for a while,” Rukia muttered as she threw herself onto a big beanbag plush in the corner of the room where she always sat in the Inoue residence.
“I….don’t mind….” Orihime said softly, closing the door, happy, that for the moment, Rukia had totally ignored Hinamori in the futon. Now however, she was faced with figuring out how to take care of Hinamori and be a good hostess for Rukia as well, without hurting feelings or embarrassing anyone.
Hinamori knew she would not be able to leave Inoue’s residence until she was completely better. The dull pain of the subsiding leg cramp was proof enough that she would not get out the door without falling. It was now a problem of keeping her situation secret from her superior, Rukia. And that was beginning to dawn on the realm of “nearly impossible.” |
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Arukan
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Chapter 9: Hiding Out Hinamori
Rukia lazed about the room without a care for a good while totally ignoring the heap of covers over Hinamori. She pulled out her cell phone and checked it. “No messages, as usual,” she thought to herself, pondering who would call her anyway. “And if the phone did go off for a hollow, it certainly would not be my job, with the replacement around,” she concluded, folding the phone back down on itself whilst Orihime sat next to Rukia. She was trying to pretend her baby Hinamori did not exist at the moment.
With her mind in the clouds, Rukia did notice the pile of sheets, but at first glance she had figured that Orihime would like to snuggle with lots of sheets, and really didn’t expect that Orihime would fix and put away her bed every morning. That seemed, to Rukia, to be something very un-Orihime. The “pile of sheets” however, slowly begin to seem like a bit more, as Hinamori’s cramping leg made her fidget, if ever so minutely, in pain. She controlled any sounds however, and just hoped that Rukia was not looking her way when she did move.
Dizzily, Orihime was in fooling mode, trying her best to keep Rukia occupied while she was there, not knowing how long Hinamori could last, cooped up and getting very flustered under the thick covers. Orihime first did her best to keep Rukia’s mind off the rest of her house, by bringing out cold glasses of juice to her. When Rukia had begun to drink, Orihime breathed a sigh of relief, knowing she had bought some, if only a small bit of, time. Rukia still cast glances from behind her glass, she felt a reiatsu, if however weak. She finally decided to write it off as an exceptional human and go about her business.
“This is very good juice!” Rukia marveled, loving everything about the human world’s foods and drinks. She had downed an entire glass before Orihime could blink. This shocked Orihime, who immediately poured another glass.
“Have another then, I know its good juice, its my favorite,” Orihime chimed, hoping this glass would be savored and not guzzled like the prior, lest she run out of Plan A’s key ingredient: juice.
Rukia almost refused, but when she thought about it again, the juice looked so mightily tempting that she figured the gigai deserved a reward for being better than the old one she had nearly destroyed countless times. She took this second glass and lifted it to her lips, but this time she was much more conservative about how she drank; as Orihime had hoped, Rukia had decided to enjoy this glass.
Hinamori, under the blanket, was starting to find it hard to catch her breath in the stuffy air beneath the heavy cloth. She struggled not to move strenuously or grossly, and get even a little side of her face near the opening of the blanket. She could not manage it, it was getting harder just to struggled under there as sweat dripped down her chin and the diaper she was wear had become like a sauna, so stuffy she could not tell whether she was wet from sweat or if she had wet herself in her effort.
The sheet atop her began to shake in small little reverberations as she did this, and luckily, this happened while Rukia’s eyes were closed, as she was finished up the last of her juice. All the while Orihime threw shaky, nerve-wracked glances from Rukia to the “empty bed” that contained Hinamori. If there was even one noticeable movement while Rukia was attuned to that area of the room, there would be no way she could write it off. Rukia put down her glass just at the right moment; Hinamori had poked her head out of the non-visible side of the futon and gotten a silent, yet desperately needed, breath of fresh cool air.
Now with Rukia’s thirst satiated, there was not much Orihime could think of, so she immediately switched to Plan B. She pulled out an old dusty box, from the dark mystery that was deep under the center of the large table, and set it on the table. She wiped it off gently as Rukia sneezed unhappily, as she got too close and curious to the box.
“Do you want to play a board game with me?” Orihime asked, revealing the convoluted game that Orihime was sure would not only take long to set up, but would take a good amount of time to play, and during that time she could ponder how she was going to handle this situation.
Rukia looked over the game with interest; she’d not seen something like this in a while, since she stayed at Ichigo’s house. Sometimes, Karin and Yuuzu would be playing the games and they would invite her to play with them, but she had never been very good at them and was always looking for the chance to learn how to play.
“Sure, I’d love to, can you teach me how this game works?” she asked quickly afterwards, not wanting to be left in the dust like last time.
At this Orihime only nodded, but both her and Hinamori let out twin sighs of relief, knowing they had bought themselves even more time. Hinamori made herself as comfortable as possibly possible in the odd position in which she had to lay in order to get gulps of clean, unstuffy air when she needed it.
The game began after a short, but direly made, convoluted explanation. Rukia, however, was much keener than to be easily confused by instructions, and Orihime felt foolish inside for trying to outwit her. Hinamori’s leg began to throb in whining pain about fifteen minutes into play, but she kept it quiet, and covered her mouth gently when she wasn’t getting fresh air. As she struggled for the countless, nearly painful time, Hinamori could sense the pitiful feeling of involuntarily wetting her diaper, which by this time had to be in danger of leaking, from the stress of hiding and struggling combined.
The whole process of wetting herself had become second nature to Hinamori. However, thought of Rukia finding her, not only in a diaper but in a soaking wet one, was more degrading then the idea of being called bed-wetter all over again. With this on her mind, racing through her with everything she did, Hinamori struggled poking her head out of the covers again and taking a well needed breath of fresh air. All this occurred while Rukia cleaned house with Orihime, taking a steady lead in their game.
The game had taken a sharp turn into the direction of “one sided,” as Rukia, the superior strategizer, had made short work of most of Orihime’s resources and pieces in the game. Orihime was shocked, she thought she had an advantage, it being Rukia’s first time playing, as well as she herself being quite a “good” player, but time had rusted her, and letting one move slip at the start of the game had left her open to this swell tush-kicking by Rukia. Rukia snickered and giggled at times, knowing she had utterly defeated Inoue before the game had really even had a chance to begin. This distraction was fortunate, because Hinamori writhed gently under the blankets now, just barely able to control the pain.
Like a soda bottle that had been shaken viciously, Hinamori was ready to explode. Her body tensed and shook at times and masked yelps escaped her at opportune moments. Momo’s leg throbbed, being electrocuted with zaps of blinding pain as it further cramped; moving it even slightly made her bite her hand in lieu of crying out like a scalded child.
“I don’t know how much longer I can do this….Orihime….it hurts…” wheezed to herself pathetically, her body tearing on itself, once more feeling as if she was either bleeding or wetting from the sheer agony that blinded her.
“I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up…” Orihime said aloud to Rukia, who took this as a comment on the game, taking another of Orihime’s pieces.
“You’re about to lose,” Rukia grinned, giggling madly, as if it was the first game she had ever won, ever.
Though this was just Rukia’s demeanor, it made Orihime tense and uncomfortable. Those words themselves were crushing to Hinamori who knew that the end of the game spelled an end of this charade, and the exposure of her fragile and barely “decent” form. Clutching her leg, utterly miserable, Hinamori shook like a bad car, going uphill, on gas that hadn’t been refined. This shake, just out of Rukia’s line of sight, had gone from a small wiggle every few seconds, to a dull rumble that did not cease at all. Time had run out…
“I WIN!” Rukia shouted in triumph, taking Orihime’s last piece, and dancing foolishly, her tittering now a roar of pleasure.
At that very moment, the bonds broke, Hinamori couldn’t take it any more, and she raised her head, and let out a piercing whine in incredible agony. It was so blinding that Hinamori no longer felt anything but the pain rushing from her body as she could finally be in a position that was not straining her ill body. With contempt, and frailty she cried like a little baby, letting all of those pent up emotions flow from her eyes in a waterfall of tears, along with a finally fully formed cry.
“Orrrrrriiiiiiiiihiiiiiimeeeeeee, iiiiiiiit huuuuuurrrrrtssssssssss!” She blubbered babyishly, which immediately sent to heads turning to her, surprised by both the movement of the sheet “pile” and the piercing cry.
Orihime stood frozen and mortified, more for Hinamori than herself as Rukia, shocked, fell onto her beanbag chair in fright. Orihime finally got up and took Hinamori in her arms. She rocked her back and forth for a good while, now just letting Rukia stare on at them, as she tried vainly to calm Hinamori down from her very well deserved fit. At long last, Hinamori stopped shaking and bawling long enough to notice her surrogate mommy’s hold on her. The last thing she could do was whimper, looking right at Rukia with shame, blushed as if someone had spray painted her cheeks red.
“H-h-Hinamori?” Rukia questioned queerly, her first take making the whole ordeal very strange and serious
However as Rukia looked on longer at this spectacle, she cracked up a little, just taking all of Hinamori in. The puerile pink t-shirt, the visibly yellow stained diaper, the bawling and need of comfort by a “mommy” figure, all amused Rukia to no end. The short shinigami was soon giggling insanely again, as Orihime hurried off into the kitchen to get Hinamori a glass of water.
Orihime, with all haste, hustled into the kitchen to get a glass of water for Hinamori, who had quieted, in part, due to the fact that her throat was too dry and sore to cry any longer. In her haste, as she rooted through the cabinets for a suitable cup, Orihime dropped a stack of dishes to the floor. She cried out in fury, and looked back into the living room.
“Forgive me, Hinamori, Rukia, I need to clean this mess I made, I will be with you both shortly!” Inoue apologized, angry with herself and stressed over Hinamori’s obvious displeasure, and now obvious humiliation.
Standing over Hinamori, casting a shadow of scariness and persistence, Rukia snickered. “Wassup with the baby stuff, Hinamori?” Rukia inquired, getting on her hands and knees, poking Hinamori’s cheek with her finger.
“I’m sick…” Hinamori whined gently, recoiling when Rukia poked her. She scooted back a foot or so and just whimpered.
“Come on baby, don’t be so shy, come over here and show mommy Rukia some love,” Rukia taunted, shuffling closer to Hinamori. “Are those really those “baby panties” or whatever humans call them? Heh! Looks like this one is all used…” Rukia continued to bully, poking the diaper now, her finger interested in the warm, thick and squishing padding beneath it.
“Leave me alone….” Hinamori whimpered gently, scooting back totally flush to the wall and draping her head with the covers, hoping to partition Rukia off.
“Aww, is the widdle baby shy?” Rukia exclaimed coyly, pulling the covers down and giggling roguishly at Hinamori. “How did you end up in such a sorry and stupid situation?” she inquired, getting down to business.
“A hollow…a hollow poisoned me…” Momo was able to wheeze despondently before throwing the covers back on her head, already having had enough of Rukia’s natural attitude when she found something funny.
Rukia pulled the sheets off without a second thought. “Are you that weak? A hollow? Not an arrancar, just a normal hollow, wounding a vice-captain?!” Rukia said as if she was a vice-captain herself and felt just as ashamed at Hinamori as Hinamori felt.
“Leave me alone, Rukia!” cried out with an infantile pout to her voice.
This cry caught Orihime’s greater attention, though she had been listening the entire time. She was almost done cleaning up, and had heard all of Rukia’s egging on; most displeased that someone of her maturity would act that way. She speeded her cleaning, trying to get out there as fast as possible.
“I won’t leave you alone, Hinamori…” Rukia replied almost condescendingly, poking Hinamori’s cheek again.
Hinamori had enough, when Rukia poked her, she angrily turned her head and nipped Rukia’s index finger angrily. Rukia was easily able to pull her finger from any further nibbling, but the pain caused by the angered nip made Rukia look flush with anger.
“Why you little!” Rukia furiously yelped, falling upon Hinamori, pulling at her hair and wrestling with her, like she would have if Hinamori was a younger sister.
For the second time, a shadow was cast over Hinamori, but this time it was cast over Rukia too, both of them stopped struggling, Rukia last to notice the shadow above them. Orihime stood there, looking tinged in the worst way possible. She had stained red cheeks, and her eyes were slanted angrily.
“WHAT are you doing, Miss Rukia?” came Orihime’s empowered voice, sounding as if she could be Rukia’s mother.
Almost childishly, Rukia came back, “I can explain…it was her….she….I mean, its not MY fault!
Orihime narrowed her eyes further. “Of course its not…a sick girl loves to pick fights with healthy people….right? Rukia, your behavior is disappointing not only of shinigami but of even a HUMAN adult…” Inoue stated, with such an ominous tone that the implications made Rukia and Hinamori shiver. |
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Chapter 10: Karma
Rukia quivered with fear and anticipation, looking up at Orihime whose eyes seemed like they were on fire, her shadow freezing both of them to the spot. It was such an odd feeling, but no matter Orihime, Rukia, and Hinamori’s true ages, the one in charge was the one with that angry, disappointed look spread upon her face, and her charges were staring back up at her, like deer in the path of an oncoming car. Hinamori was the first to speak.
“I’m….s-s-sorry….mommy….I mean, Orihime…” her voice was delicate, weak, and still considerably sickly.
With a gentle cough, Hinamori pulled the sheets back over her, up to her middle, hiding the diaper, and her shame as a blush bright as rubies streaked her face. She hiccupped gently, and crying seemed imminent, but the tears didn’t come, she just pitifully whimpered there, as Orihime’s glower no became fixated solely on Rukia.
“Hinamori, I can’t say you weren’t naughty too,” Orihime admitted with a sigh. She still did not look away from Rukia. “But Miss Kuchiki is, nevertheless, the antagonist, and therefore more than fairly responsible for what she did…”
“But…but!!”
“No butts, Rukia, you know there was no reason to say and do those things to Hinamori, no matter her rank, position, or predicament. That was a very immature way to act!”
Rukia’s head cringed a little, she had never been so afraid in the way she was. She’d never had a “parent” figure growing up, and this parental assertion of power frightened her a good deal, all ego and headiness was lost, and before Orihime was just a little child. Rukia’s body quaked fearfully, her gaze shot to the floor; it was as if she was broken all over again. Guilt washed over Rukia, her defiant pout remained, but beneath it, Rukia really wanted to sob, just like Hinamori.
Hinamori opened her eyes as a soft hand caught her under the arm and pulled her up. Her eyes went wide and scared, but relaxed when Orihime smiled faintly. She took Hinamori and blanket over to the corner, and knelt her there, draping the blanket around her shoulders, a soft kiss on the back of the neck made Hinamori swoon for a moment, but her head wheeled back around a second later, bewildered, if only a bit.
“Why am I standing in this corner?” her voice came, as if she’d never been punished.
“Whether or not she was the aggressor, Rukia’s punishment is between me and her….”Orihime’s back shot at Rukia was like ice daggers, and an audible yelp escaped her when she saw it. With a deep sigh, Orihime continued, “…you just need to be a good girl and sit here until I’m done and ready for you,” rant completed, Inoue hugged Hinamori from the back, she was already a good girl once again.
With Hinamori’s back to the room she could only hear as Orihime left her side and stood at the futon near Rukia. Rukia’s eyes peered up as Orihime’s glared down, the too of them locked for just a moment before Rukia could not stare into the heart of the fire any longer. She took back to examining her bare feet, hoping Orihime would just get with the “punishing” whatever it might be.
“Rukia….do you admit what you were doing to poor Hinamori was wrong, and that no matter how she reacted, that you elicited that reaction?” Orihime asked, with a voice that implied the severity of what would happen next hinged on her answer.
Rukia looked up, her eyes wanted to be wet, but they were only glossed over with tears that could not come. She tried to have a look of pleading, a look begging for mercy, but she knew she was wrong. “…yes, I’m sorry…” she finally whimpered, glancing directly at Orihime, so that her eyes could tell she meant it.
“All right then, I won’t be as rough with you as I was going to…” Orihime announced, taking Rukia as she had Hinamori and hoisting her up to her feet.
Rukia shakily rose, the feeling of being lifted so easily was both degrading and pacifying, knowing that in her gigai she could no better fight Orihime than sickly Hinamori could. Orihime’s grip was more powerful than Rukia would have expected, even knowing the depth of her power. Stretched across Inoue’s visage was a look of sheer determination and dominance, and Rukia only noticed this until she felt tugged down to her knees. She finally looked around and noticed Orihime was sitting upon the beanbag chair, settling herself in. Only then did morbid curiosity make Rukia sob out her apprehensive question.
“What are you going to do to me, Orihime?”
“You’re going to be punished, just like I was when I was naughty. Your punishment should be age proportional to your acts, which were babyish at best,” Orihime explained, tugging Rukia to her knees, which made her and Orihime at eye level once again.
“What do you…..mean?” Rukia tremulously asked, knowing the question wasn’t nearly as frightening as the answer.
“You’ll see…” Orihime replied, giving another tug that brought Rukia over her warm lap, and caused a stain of violent red to cross Rukia’s face. Her reaction was immediate.
“No! No, no! You can’t…..you won’t….” Rukia struggled, but an odd sense of regret filled the tussle, and Orihime was easily able to subdue her even through the wiggling. “You can’t! I’m older than you….you can’t….” Rukia turned her head to stare Orihime in the eyes, the placid, calm look of a parent, patient with their child, froze Rukia once again. “Are you…really going to spank me?” she nearly sobbed, holding back tears that were not yet needed.
“Are you really going to tell me your childish actions don’t warrant it?” Orihime questioned, her hand absentmindedly rubbing Rukia’s back, where bottom met tailbone.
The whole humiliating feeling, being on Inoue’s lap, the fact she had nearly rough housed, hair-pulled, and annoyed one of her best friends, and the whole reason she did it overwhelmed Rukia, who sat back and had one of her realizations about how much of a child she acted like sometimes. Of course one could argue that Rukia was given to bouts of immaturity due to the fact she was never given a childhood in Rukongai, but that was no excuse for what she did. She was a grown girl, a soul reaper too, to act the way she did was warranting of a spanking.
Reluctantly, Rukia nodded, knowing she’d long since abandoned the hope of not getting spanked, at this point. Even though she’d only been upon Orihime’s thighs for about two minutes, it felt like an eternity, and the only thing that could end it was her eventual, and hopefully serious, punishment.
“I deserve it…” Rukia finally blurted, a little tear falling, but nothing more. She wiggled a little more, only out of frustration and the uncomfortable position her earlier struggling had worked her into, but Orihime adjusted her so that she needn’t wiggle.
“Are you comfortable?” Orihime’s voice was as a mother’s and it made Rukia shiver anew.
“What kind of question is that?” thought Rukia, but she knew it was very much more kind than Orihime should have been with her offending personage so she just but nodded and tried to fake a smile.
Orihime took a deep breath, her hand slid a little lower until it rested all too forebodingly on Rukia’s bottom. Both of them tensed for a moment, and Rukia nearly cried out when Orihime began to caress her backside, she realize what she was doing but said nothing, knowing Orihime was trying to lull her just a little bit. It worked; Rukia closed her eyes gently, and would have smiled, if she had not known what was coming next.
Orihime held her hand nice and high, after about a minute of rubbing. From the corner, a scared Hinamori listened, like Rukia, for the first swat to catch Rukia’s bottom. Orihime built up a good bit of suspense, hanging her hand there, just waiting, just waiting. For another five second, counted in her head her hand hung in mid-air until “five” came in her mind. The hand came down, catching Rukia square across her bottom.
“Owww!” Rukia chimed, trying not to struggled.
Orihime continued on, spanking again, and again, building a little speed as she did, working to a comfortable amount of spanks per moment. She was relieved Rukia was so small, it was easier than she thought to cover the entire bottom of Rukia’s dress with just one swat, though she moved her hand to the left and right just a bit so the sides of Rukia’s bottom would not remain unlicked. The sound was not covert, it rung through the entire apartment, the of hand on cloth rapidly and forcefully was almost as painful as the spanking itself, almost being the key word.
Swat, swat, swat, swat. Rukia had lost count of the number of spanks she’d already received, and they were not even that far in. The feeling of the spanking was not at all as bad as it could be, or that she wondered if it would get. The sting that had just begun to form was dull, but only due to the fact Rukia was trying her very hardest not to cry, which in a way was much more stressful than the entire ordeal itself. She jumped forward ever so slightly with each spank, her dress providing no protection from Orihime’s diligent palm. Little gasps of pain became audible “owws” as Rukia’s punishment wore on. The mere sound sent chills up Hinamori’s spine.
After a good forty spanks, Orihime rested her hand at the hem of Rukia’s dress, and without another moment, or word she hoisted it over Rukia’s slightly rosy backside. Rukia’s face went redder than her rear at this, but she said nothing, only whimpered, in the most non-approving tone she could muster. Then again, Rukia knew she had no say in her punishment. Despite her status she was just a “child” over Orihime’s lap, and nothing she could say would change that now.
Orihime spanked anew, dropping her hand against Rukia’s panty clad bottom, looking over the adorable blue and white striped panties adorning the punished bottom of her little ward. The sound was much different not, since the panties were nice and tight to Rukia, the only sound her hand made was the sound of skin on skin contact. Her speed changed but slightly, to slow down, but not lose any of its force. Orihime remembered her own spankings, being over her brother’s lap, and trying not to cry for as long as she could. She all too well recognized the pain on Rukia’s face, trying not to cry when what she really needed were for those tears to fall.
“How many spanks will it take it make Rukia let it all out?” Inoue pondered, at about the twentieth spank upon Rukia’s even less protected backside.
Rukia bit her lip, taking the entirety of the punishment without a tear falling, and little less than an “oww” here and there. She was trying her best to keep the tears back, not wanting to feel like a little baby, crying upon her mommy’s lap. It was denigrating but then again that was what Rukia was aware of her deserving. After she had belittled Hinamori, only the same in return could really make her feel remorse.
Orihime’s hand moved to where Rukia’s rear met her thighs, she picked up the spanking from twenty and continued on, spanking quite briskly on this relatively untouched area. Rukia shut her eyes in utter dismay, the pain of this assault much worse than the other two combined. Orihime recounted internally the first time she’d gotten her sit spots spanked, when she had ran in the road. The sting that sitting upon that punished area would surely reinforce the message Orihime was trying to get across. All the while Inoue continued to ponder how long Rukia could last so stalwartly against the barrage.
The fortieth spank rang nice and hard upon Rukia’s panties, and she wiggled after Orihime had paused to flex her hand. Orihime was impressed that Rukia had not even shed more than that first tear. She knew she had to take some desperate measures. She rubbed Rukia’s head so that the bushy raven-haired girl would stare back at her, and when they were looking each other over; Orihime began.
“Rukia, you’ve been a very mature young lady through the first half of your spanking, however…its not over just yet…that’s why I need you to be a little braver for me, okay?”
“W-why?” Rukia sobbed, her tears held back by only a thread’s width.
Orihime looked over the spread of her table, though most of the things on it had been cleared away from when they were playing the board game, her hairbrush was still sitting there. She remembered the old wood striking her own bottom in the past, so she took it up and looked it over. Rukia did the same but with a face of fear that made her look like the hairbrush would kill her. Orihime rubbed the cool wood against Rukia, just wanting to get a feel for the brush at the moment. However, this motion made Rukia buck inadvertently. Orihime held fast.
“I’m going to give you a little of my hairbrush, Rukia,” Orihime explained, although it was already painfully obvious.
Back in the corner, Hinamori’s hands had moved around to her own bottom, the covers had fallen off and the adorable sight, of little Momo clasping her soaked diaper’s backside, was free for all to see. She deeply hoped that this too would not be her fate. Orihime had said, “…ready for you…” and the many things that could mean, including the idea of being spanked herself, ran through Hinamori’s mind uneasily. Whatever the outcome, each spank from before had made her wiggle herself, so the idea of being spanked brought quite a bit of dread into Hinamori’s shiver.
The terror in Rukia’s trembling came from a wholly different idea; the idea of getting spanked with the hairbrush coiled itself around Rukia like a serpent, and reached her backside with a painful bite. All at once she could feel the hairbrush upon her, just with Orihime rubbing the cool wood against her back. Orihime, again, built up suspense and anticipation for the first smack, rubbing the brush against Rukia’s burning sit-spots. Just the feeling of this sent cowering dread all through Rukia, her body shivered deeply and Orihime smiled a little, raising the brush.
The delivery of the first crack was swift, right at the tail end of Rukia’s shiver, right to her already ailing sit-spots. Rukia lurched forward and cried out, but she remained silent after the initial scream. She painfully bit her lip, scrunching her eyes closed as Orihime began the hairbrushing in earnest against her sit-spots, working the brush over them with a very parental manner about her. She didn’t know she had this in her, and apparently neither did Rukia.
The new echo through the room of oak on flesh made Hinamori flinch with each whack and swat of the brush against Rukia. From that point all of the whacks made Rukia yelp and whine in a small wheeze, trying to contain the tears that she desperately did not want to fall, and stain her cheeks, as well as her pride. But just nearly fourteen spanks into the next part of the punishment, Rukia could not contain a whine, and the want to beg Orihime to stop the tirade against her bottom.
“Please! Please Or-or-orihime! I’m sorry; I was bad….p-p-please! Please no more!” Rukia sniffled, when Orihime gave her a chance.
The tears were still quite held back, but the voice was that of a broken child. Orihime felt bad for a moment, but took a deep breath, she didn’t want to be soft, she was in the mother role for a reason, and tough love would set Rukia straight. Rukia had this attitude adjustment coming for some time…
And the paddling of the hairbrush continued the wallop and whack of the hairbrush cracks were resounding around the room. Rukia’s moaning and whining continued nevertheless. Her body bucked, but the movement was so tiring at this point that she barely moved more than a couple inches, and was promptly adjusted with a simple movement of Orihime’s legs.
It was when forty total hairbrush swats had connected that Orihime laid the brush on Rukia’s mid-back and rubbed the hot expanse of skin with a cool, loving hand. Rukia was still not crying, she had tears in her eyes, but they did not want to flood that pain expression on her face. Orihime gently hooked a finger in Rukia’s panties, but did nothing else but let it stay there. Whether or not she pulled them down, Rukia’s eyes went wide again, she whirled her head around and pleadingly looked at Orihime.
“N-n-n-n-no more….puh-puh-please…please no more, Orihime! I’m sorry! No more spanking! Her begging was falling on deaf ears, Orihime pulled at the panties a little bit, exposing more of Rukia’s blazed backside.
The little shard of hair that fell over Rukia’s face was plastered by sweat to her forehead as she whined in earnest. “Nooo no….please!” Finally Rukia’s tears fell for real; they coursed down her cheeks and dripped from her chin. Orihime didn’t yet pull the striped panties from their position on Rukia’s thighs, much to the opposite she slipped them off totally. But the frantic Rukia barely noticed.
When Rukia had calmed down considerably, Orihime soothed her. “Its okay, Rukia, we’re all done with the spanking…” she consoled, rubbing that fiery, tomato hued bottom with great care.
“B-b-but why d-did you take my p-p-panties d-d-down?” Rukia stuttered, still recovering from the painful shock and sting of the spanking.
“Because your punishment is not over yet…” Orihime concluded mysteriously, continuing to rub, as many unpleasant thoughts filled Rukia’s head.
“What do you mean?” Rukia wheezed, still quite a bit afraid of motherly Orihime.
“Oh….you’ll see, silly. You’ll see.”
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