DISCLAIMER: Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.

Story: La posesión de Naruto — Jan di-chan.

Main charcters: Naruto Uzumaki (20 yrs old) and Hinata Hyūga (18 yrs old).

Rated: M

Genre: Romance, Hurt/comfort, Angst.

Warning: AU, OOC, LEMON, 17+, Flashbacks.

In italics: Highlighted words.

All credits goes to Jan di-chan, original author of La posesión de Naruto. I translated her story from spanish.

Prologue.

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He didn't understand.

He simply couldn't understand, it was so unreal. It was impossible that a ninja like him, a high-ranked ANBU — recognized in remote villages, not only across the Fire country but all around the ninja world — for his skills, his seriousness in his job, his cold-blood when he kills his target and especially for his god-like appearance, could have some feelings for this girl.

It didn't make sense.

And it was also odd, since he, the nine-tail Jinchuuriki, the famous Kyuubi holder, didn't know too much about feelings, especially about love. Actually, it's not like he didn't know — its just that, after his painful past, he decided to forget them forever. "They are only weaknesses" always said Kurama. And indeed, he was right. It was better to leave these weaknesses aside and focus only on yourself. In this era full of wars and dangers being selfish was the best choice. Or so he thought…before meeting her.

She was the one who forced him to think otherwise, "We should help others, before we save ourselves, that's what a true ninja should do" she always said.

He always thought about her, he was obsessed withher, with her smile, her captivating look, her small goddess like body under his, her beautiful legs around his waist, her creamy and smooth skin, her full and tiny rosy lips that he likes to bite, those big breasts that he loves to lick and suck so much, her beautiful pearly eyes — and he loves that moment when her small back arched when they melted into only one person…when he made her his. Only his and no one elses.

His. This word was so strange for him. Strange because nothing had ever been his, actually he never felt this way, until he met her.

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