**Author's notes: This is a piece that I have been working on for about a year. I was inspired by the story "My Right Hand" written by petran a few years back. The cannons didn't address or talk about what happened after the fight in the Final Valley or Naruto's recovery and adaptation to life with only half of a right arm. This is absolutely a naruhina story, other characters will be present and will be part of the story and there will be some lemony goodness as well.

I do want to take a moment to thank my friends Ponchoninjax3, Tallman0029, Darkwing83 & CaptinPanduh

/ Chapter 1: In a room \

In a room, like all of the others, off-white walls with cool gray tiled floors, a single one door and window looking out onto the village. It let a light breeze to rustle the cream-colored curtains with the sound of the material mixing with a light breeze pushing through. The mid-morning sun warmed everything it touched including a young blonde hair man who laid in the only bed in the room. Machines beeped periodically, and tubes connected to his body dripped fluids to aid his recovery. His sleep had not been interrupted for several weeks, physically his body was healing faster than anyone else, but for him, it was taking longer than expected. The doctors could only conclude his slow progress was due in part to the enormous amount of chakra he expended and the extreme exhaustion.

The doctors and nursing staff periodically checked the machines and replaced fluids when during their rounds and kept him comfortable. The remains of his right arm laid on top of the sheets, the end of his appendage wrapped in bandages stained red with blood still seeping from the wound that had once been his forearm and hand. The injury was not life-threatening but continued to bleed and seep as part of the body's way of healing, pushing out the damaged blood and tissues; often the simplest things in nature were the most effective, albeit time-consuming.

People had sat with him every day, but time kept marching forward and they could only come every few days and then every few weeks and then not at all. He was once again left alone with no one to watch over him or to miss him when he didn't come home in the evening. The sounds of people and equipment could be heard moving past his door. Everyone went about their daily lives, blissfully unaware that the man they proclaimed a "war hero" was still sleeping.

A table on the other side of the bed filled with flowers and "gets well soon" notes from some of those who once scorned, scolded and all around hated the young man just a few years ago. Among the gifts of flowers and balloons, sat a small ceramic blue vase with the Konoha seal hand painted on one side and the Uzumaki swirl on the opposite side. The Vase held an assortment of flowers with a pair of Stargazer Lilies, one in lavender and orange as the focal point of the arrangement. A sealed note sat at the base of the rare Lilies with the words, my hero, neatly and delicately written on the on the envelope.

No matter how much of a hero the villagers may proclaim him and some probably think he stopped the war single handily, but the truth is he had help from friends and enemies. People joined together, set aside their differences to confront a common enemy, but humans are creatures of habit and tend to fall back into their old habits. Old grudges or rivalries find their way back to the surface, and the cycle of hatred and distrust emerges once again. However, the younger generation has moved past the old ways and begun working together to build peace for the common good and future generations. After everyone went back to their homes, to their families and friends and begun the process of grieving, morning and rebuilding from the ravages of war.

Four weeks had passed since the fight between two young men in the Final Valley each fought for his own core belief of protecting those most precious to him and his home. One held the ideal of love and understanding while the other with force and an iron fist to enforce his ideas. The cost of their fight was the blondes right arm and his raven-haired best friend's left. Both arms lost in an extraordinary display of power – not just chakra but of sheer willpower.

The reality of the past weeks has not fallen away from those who survived the ravages of war, but they adjusted to life with the loss of a loved one, rebuilding their homes and businesses; lives forever changed. But there was a feeling of hesitation that hung in the air as if the world itself was stuck in a moment – holding its breath - waiting for the hero of the war to awaken. Among those caught between moments was a young woman. A Shinobi of the front line, like many others she experienced horrors of war, the loss, the pain and now must figure out how to move past the loss of her cousin Neji; who sacrificed his life to protect her and the man she loves. The man who now holds the world on bated breath as to when he will return – return to her.

She was among of the group to retrieve Naruto and the last Uchiha from the Final Valley, Sakura had tended to both of the young men and stabilized their conditions. She couldn't help at worry and had to fight back all the tears she wanted to shed at the sight of the Uzumaki, bloodied, battered and missing part of an arm. He would need help to heal and recover, a role she planned to fill when the time came. To be there for him, just as he was always there for her.

Hinata's performance during the war had not gone unnoticed by her father, who finally acknowledged her and decided that she would become the next clan leader. In the light of her new reality came the realization of new responsibilities, tasks, and requirements on her time. Not only did she have her regular duties as a Kunoichi, but her commitments to her clan had increased significantly.

She spent almost every day by Naruto's side during the first week of his recovery wanting to be there at every moment and hoped to be the first person he saw when he finally woke up. But time kept marching, and his eyes didn't open. After some time, she had to start taking missions along with the demands of her clan; her time with her sleeping prince became shorter and shorter. It pained her to be away from him; it also pained her to be near him, stuck within a moment was very painful. Hinata regretted days she was not able to go to the hospital, but she made sure to look in on him with her family's bloodline limit, just before going to bed and dreaming sweet dreams of him.

Hinata spent the one night pouring out her heart to him in the form of a note, she tore it up and wrote it over and tore it up again and rewrote it again several times over. The war had changed everyone profoundly, and she realized that all the years of being shy and hiding in the shadows too afraid to speak to the blonde had to end, and she needed to express her feelings to Naruto. Life can change in a moment without warning, one second someone's there, and in the next could be gone. The beautiful young woman was brave enough to profess her feelings for him during the Pain attack, but she wasn't sure if he heard her or even remembered that moment. She wanted him to know everything, needed him to know how she felt and could only hope he felt the same way.

She was grateful, in some ways to be so busy, it kept her mind focused, otherwise, she would have spent every waking moment in the hospital. She figured that if there was time to think that she would have just gotten more upset and would have descended into the realm of 'what-if's' over Naruto's condition. Her subconscious had already pushed those dark thoughts into the forefront a few times; she found that thinking so much was not always a good thing and sometimes she wished it would just "shut up" for a few minutes.

One of the rare days that Hinata had some downtime, she took the time to visit Naruto and hopefully be able to catch him awake. As she walked through the hospital doors the hustle and bustle of the staff going about their duties was a sight to behold. People moved around in organized chaos it might make someone wonder how anything gets done. The smell of medicines, cleaning solutions and humans at their worst hung in the air but; she ignored them all, her focus was on one room, or more specifically its occupant, whom she missed him terribly.

Today her plan was simple, sit with him and offering her support for as long as possible. She also made two Bento's, one for him and another for herself, just in case he woke up hungry. Thinking ahead and being a practical person was sometimes a burden, but she would sit with him every day for the rest of their lives. Hinata wore a faint blush across her cheeks as she moved swiftly into the hospital toward the man she loved, and into a waiting elevator.

A few moments later the bluenette emerged from the elevator and moved down the hallway towards Naruto's room past the nurse's station, failing to notice the eye's following her as she went past. While Hinata was lost in her thoughts and turned the last corner; she nearly collided with a pink hair Kanochi, Haruno Sakura, who appeared to be in a rush. Hinata's quick reflexes and exceptional dexterity afforded her the ability to avoid a head-on collision. Swinging her right foot behind her left and shifting her weight to the rear following her right foot avoiding Sakura. Despite the sudden move, the young Heiress never lost track of her precious Beno's.

Sakura was so focused on the chart she was reading and failed to realize Hinata was there until it was almost too late. She was surprised, to say the least, but after coming to a stop to speak with the bluenette. "Whoohhhww, Hinata, we almost one heck of a collision, are you alright?"

Hinata gave a small smile. "Ohh. Yes, I try to be mindful that people are sometimes running around here or focused on other things. I'm glad we didn't run into each other." Hinata said softly.

Sakura eyed the Hyūga heiress, who wore white chiffon blouse embroidered with delicate pastel flowers, a soft pale lavender cardigan to cover her shoulders. Her white skirt floated around her ankles with the light rose pink band that accented its hem. Her presence was not what Sakura noticed, the orange fabric sack that showed the bento boxes held within. The pink hair woman smirked, knowing exactly where the shy heiress was going. Sakura was elated that Hinata had not given up on the blonde knucklehead.

Hinata's cheeks flushed at Sakura's teasing and gripped the bento bag tightener. She wanted to deflect the attention from the reason she was on the VIP floor and whom she was going to visit. "How is Sasuke-san?" Hinata asked politely, not that she cares too much about the accused traitor, but it was a way of deflecting the attention.

Sakura's face lit up a bit at the sound of her loves name, "he is recovering well, but will not be able to leave for another week or so. Even then he will still need to take it easy and recover after being discharged." As quickly as her face brightened, Sakura's face darkened a bit as her eyes dropped to the floor and held the clipboard to her chest.

Hinata sensed her friend's concern and placed a hand on the other woman's shoulder to gaining her attention for a moment. Her pupal-less eyes met the other woman's emerald eyes expressing a caring look.

"He'll be arrested once he's released and has to answer for the crimes he committed over the years." Her eyes fell back to the floor in a vain attempt to hide her fear, "I have tried to talk to Tsunade-sama but since she is no longer Hokage her input only goes so far now. I just hope that Kakashi-sensei remembers the time we spent together on Team-7," she finished with a sigh.

Hinata listened to her pink haired friend, her personal feelings for Uchiha Sasuke were beside the point she knew Sakura loved Sasuke, but at the same time, his actions contributed to Naruto's current status. Sakura had asked Naruto to bring Sasuke back to the village when they were young; the request made Naruto train harder at almost every waking moment and experience of pain and emotional upset in the process. All of the hours of training and years of blood, sweat, and tears, however, make Naruto the man he is now - a hero to the world. A man who was sleeping in a bed while the world passed him.

"I am sure that things will work out, he has a lot to answer for but, in the end, he did the right thing," Hinata said and gave a small smile.

"I hope you're right, Hinata. I really do." Sakura's face was still somber with a faraway look in her eyes. After a moment the medic-nin's attention turned back to the matter at hand – her friend's ongoing blonde crush. "So, are you going to see a certain someone?" Sakura's expression shifted as she pushed aside her concerns about Sasuke and his uncertain future.

Hinata's face flushed at the question, they both knew why and whom she was going to visit, but she couldn't help but tease the shy heiress. Hinata's hands clenched the Bento satchel tighter as she averted her eyes from her friend.

After a few moments Sakura had to let her friend go, she did enjoy messing with Hinata about Naruto, but she was working, and had other things that needed her attention. "Go see him, Hinata," Sakura said as she walked past the shy woman. "Maybe give him a kiss, you might wake him up," Sakura said with a smile and a little giggle as she rushed away. She did regret not being able to see Hinata's face but had a good idea that it was very red.

Hinata stood in the middle of the hallway, her face beet red; and Sakura's giggles fading into the background under the noise of the hospital. Collecting her thoughts, Hinata continued walking to her original destination but, Sakura's comment floated around her mind. The idea reminded her of one of her favorite childhood stories; in which the prince awoke a princess from her eternal slumber with just a kiss – true loves first kiss.

After a few moments, the young madden stood in front of the room where her sleeping prince lay, her inner thoughts kept moving back to the idea planted by Sakura a few moments ago. She just stood and stared at the closed door, trying to push the idea away, but it was a losing battle. Her inner goddess told her to, "march in there and kiss him," but she argued that kissing him in his current state would be unethical, creepy, weird and wrong. But her inner-self countered each argument with images of his smile, bright blue eyes, his lips. Her cheeks flushed again, Hinata kicked her self mentally and yelled at the goddess, "now was not the time."

The goddess relented but was not done with the argument and finally, Hinata was able to focus on just opening the door. She knocked on the door as if expecting and hoping that he would respond but alas her ears met nothing but silence from the room. Her shoulder slumped a bit with a bit of disappointment that he had not miraculously recovered and would be sitting the bed with a smile to greet her. She imagined for a moment they would laugh together, talking all day long, he would eat the food she prepared, and he would be all hers.

Hinata slid the door open and hesitantly walking into the room, her eyes fell upon the familiar sight, his messy golden hair, minus his bright sapphire blue eyes; he was still in the same position, unchanged, unyielding and unconscious. With a heavy heart, she walks by the table of flowers and gifts, untouched and unattended for weeks. The balloons hover low and partially deflated, the flowers once bright and beautiful, were wilted, and dark from lack of attention. She took note that the Stargazer Lilies were still standing tall; however, they were looking a little sick, but they kept their color; she made a mental note to water them at every visit.

She moved to the chair that sat next to the bed opposite the door and looked upon him, playing close attention to the bandages around the remains of his right arms, that was still seeping blood. She thought about how much of an adjustment it would be for him, and all the problems he was going to have to overcome. It was going to be bigger than any of his previous training and would be the most difficult challenge he has ever faced. She steeled herself to be there for him every step of the way – whether he wanted her help or not.

"Naruto-kun?" Her soft voice broke the silence of the room, but after a few moments, she was met with silence still. "I'm here. Just let me know if you need anything." She was met with silence once again, but she tried not to feel discouraged or loss of faith in him. He never gave up, and she would not give up either, no matter how much she wanted in the past.

Every time she visited, she would sit and tell him about her day or days with no stuttering, stammering or hesitation, a completely normal conversation, albeit one-sided, she was still proud of her progress. She hoped that it would continue once he woke up from this extended nap. Time felt like it melted away as she continued her one-sided conversation, laughing and giggling, with the hope that something would spark him to return. At some points, she felt like he was there with her but then she would look at him only to remember he was still sleeping.

A knock on the door stopped her quiet conversation and moved her attention to the visitor.

"Come in, please." Hinata spoke up for him.

The door opened slowly and the fifth Hokage, Tsunade stood in the doorway. Hinata immediately jumped to her feet out of habit for the woman who was walking into the room. The older woman smiled at the young woman who now stood next to the bed.

"She's here again, that's good for the both of them," she thought to herself. But, pushed it away for the moment and focused on the matter at hand.

"Hinata, it's good to see you. I hear you have been busy, but it appears you still make time for the important things in life," she gave a glance to the young man in the bed as she spoke. "Has he done anything yet? He can't just keep loafing around like this is a vacation. Just because he is a hero doesn't mean there isn't work to do." Her comments delivered in jest but also knowing that her words would enrage and infuriate the whiskered cheeked teen – it was her way of trying to wake him up.

The blonde woman's words annoyed someone in the room, but it was not the young man who was laying in the bed. Hinata is a polite and decent woman, but she did not appreciate the former Hokage's words, even if they were in jest or meant to motivate Naruto. "Excuse me, Tsunade-sama." She did not bow and spoke with a slightly angry edge. "You know much he hates being in the hospital, and I am sure you remember how much trouble it was to keep him in this building." Hinata's eyes narrowed at the other woman – no one messes with her Naruto-Kun, especially since he could not speak for himself. Tsunade smirked at the young woman's words and knew this would be her reaction. Hinata was always there to defend the boy she has cared for so much over the years.

"Settle down Hinata," Tsunade raised her hands defensively as she spoke. "I am just joking with you; I know he isn't doing this on purpose because I know there are two women in this room who would kick his ass for upsetting them." Not that she feared the young Hyūga, she also knew that Hinata would defend the golden-haired boy against anyone, she proved that over the years. But Hinata also would not take kindly to being the butt of one of Naruto's pranks and, there was no doubt that she wouldn't hesitate to make him regret his decision.

"Anyway, it's good to see you're here. I was hoping to run into you, I have a favor to ask."

"A favor? What can I do for you?" The heiress asked curiously.

The older woman picked up the chart that hung from the foot of the bed and began flipping through the pages of medical information and reports. Being a medic and doctor the young man's health would always be something she's involved. Her apprentice and her former aide had been heading up, and primary care gives but she has kept a close watchful eye during the weeks of his treatment. Looking up from the clipboard, with a raised eyebrow, a smirk slowly forming across her lips as she looks directly into the light lavender orbs of the young woman standing next to the hospital bed. Hinata felt the other woman's gaze burning into her very soul, but she did not falter and would not be intimidated – not anymore and not by anyone.

"What can I do for you?"

"Well since 'Mister I'm going to be Hokage' has insisted on lying in bed," Tsunade's voice had a loving but mocking tone, meant to annoy the blonde boy. "I need someone to look in on his place once in a while. If I know him, the place hasn't been taken care of very well. Hell, there might be plants growing out of milk cartons or maybe a new type of life form cultivating in the refrigerator." The older woman joked at the end even with her brows furrowed together.

Hinata cringed at the visuals that formed in her mind as the word fell into her ears, but her heart fluttered with excitement. She was being asked to go into his apartment. A place she had only visited once but had never gone inside. The place where he lived; ate his meals, slept and showered. Her mind again started building a visual that caused her cheeks to brighten. Hinata's flushed face didn't go unnoticed by the other woman, who grinded. Only able to guess but having a good idea of what the young woman was thinking.

"W-why me? Why not Sakura-san?" Hinata asked not wanting to seem too eager to take the assignment but also didn't want to anyone else to do it either.

"Well Sakura has been very busy with her hospital duties and to be honest, you were the first person I thought of for this task. You are dependable, honest and one of the only people, I think he would be comfortable with you taking care of his apartment." Tsunade spoke with sincerity and honesty toward the young woman on the other side of the bed.

Hinata mulled over the words, while her mind flutters around with images of preparing meals in Naruto's kitchen and snuggling in his bed after a long day's work. Her imagination reeled and wandered into more steamy places – his lips touching hers, his hands creasing her skin. She suddenly shook her head to clear the thoughts from the forefront, but she would revisit them later.

"If you don't want to do it, then I will ask someone else, maybe Tenten or Ino." The former Hokage knew her statement would seal the deal. Since the idea of anyone going into Naruto's apartment wouldn't go over well with either the bluenette or the golden-haired boy, the former was determined to handle this request herself.

"NO," Hinata exclaimed in a mixture of panic and excitement. "Damn it, I almost blew my chance to be close to Naruto-kun," she chastised herself.

"It's no problem; it's the least I can do since he has done some much for me and everyone over the years. Please don't bother anyone else with this task." Hinata's words were confident and strong. "However, I don't have a way to get into his apartment." It was a minor detail but, if a simple key stood in the way, she would reduce the door to a pile of kindling and replace it later.

"I've already thought about that and not going to be a problem. Kakashi should have a spare key left by the 3rd Hokage. He will be expecting you anyway since this was his idea in the first place." Tsunade spoke a mater-of-face tone.

"I will see him in the morning. Thank you for thinking of me for this assignment," Hinata bowed showing her appreciation.

"This is not a mission or order and will not be paid by the village. It's just a favor to a friend, that's all." Tsunade explained while performing her examination.

The medic-nin moved around the bed, Hinata stepping out of the way to the foot of the bed, her gaze took in his full form. Her eyes settled on the now exposed wound that had was the remains of his forearm. All that remained was damaged tissues; she could see the remains of the radius and ulna could be seen but only partly; the skin had been pulled and grafted to seal the wound but was not complete. With the bandages removed, the smell of flesh, blood and cleaning solutions permeated the room and her nostrils.

Hinata only looked at the wound for a short time before a bit of nausea set in, causing her to look away; she saw blood and serious injuries, but never with someone whom she cared about so much. Hinata knew the wound was severe but seeing it exposed; she understood how severe it was and how much healing was still needed. "He's not going to stay in the hospital when he wakes up. I guess it might be a good thing he's still sleeping." Her thoughts were logical and analytical, but her heart still panged with sadness, she would tie him to the bed if it meant he would heal properly. "Tying him to the bed would not be such a bad thing either, I will have to keep that in mind." Her inner Goddess smiled with a mischievous look on her face.

Hinata turned away while Tsunade worked, she needed to focus elsewhere; she remembered that the lilies needed watering and took a break from the ravages of war. No words were exchanged between the two women as they went about their respective tasks, each in their thoughts but joined together by a common blonde-haired blue-eyed thread.

After a few minutes of watering the plants and cleaning up the wilted petals and leaves, Hinata took a moment to use the attached private washroom. Sliding the washroom door closed she walked to the bedside and noticed the bandages were clean. Tsunade was standing at the foot of the bed once again writing on the clipboard. Hinata stood politely silent until the other woman completed her notes, and placed the clipboard back onto the bed.

"How is he doing? It looks like the wound has a long way to go," Hinata asks out of genuine concern.

"Physically, he's doing well and not in any mortal danger, but you are right that his arm is taking a long time to heal. Even with his enhanced healing abilities from the Biju, it's taking time. I suspect that it might be his way of taking a well-deserved rest too." The former Hokage spoke in a matter-of-fact way, never moving her eye off her patient.

Hinata was not looking at the other woman who was speaking but looked at Naruto longingly, hoping and praying he would wake up. Even if she was not in the room, all she wanted was for him to wake up and return to her. She had been crying herself to sleep with upset and loneliness every night. "I hope you are right he has certainly earned a break, but there are plenty of places we ..." Hinata suddenly realized her words and instantly turned red, revealing her inner desire. "I-I meant HE could go," Hinata's voice stuttered and became quiet.

Tsunade chuckled at the young woman's faux pas, but it was also endearing to the young Heiress, especially when it came to Naruto. "I am sure you could help him with vacation planning, your very organized and well thought out," the compliment made Hinata shift her gaze to the floor as her outlook got a bit brighter.

"Is that what everyone thinks of me? The 'reliable', 'dependable', 'organized' and 'boring' friend. Is that all I am to them?" While she prided herself on being ever prepared, it also hurt a bit to know everyone thinks of her as being boring.

Tsunade noticed Hinata's silent contemplation, and stepped closer, placing a heavy hand on the young woman's shoulder. "Hinata, you are doing great, we all appreciate your diligence, and when he wakes up I am sure he will be grateful as well," the older woman spoke softly. "I think he will need plenty of help and you are the best person for the job. He is hard headed and might not want to admit that he needs help. You might even have to kick him in the ass occasionally." She smiled as Hinata frowned at the thought of having to get forceful with the blue-eyed man, but she would do it to make sure he healed properly.

"I will do my best to be there for him when he needs help and if he doesn't cooperate." Hinata's eyes darkened a bit, and a smirk pulled over her lips. "I will just have to make him, cooperate."

The two women both chuckled a bit but also had a mutual understanding.

Tsunade's gaze hardened and she looked eye's with Hinata, "Just be patient and kind to him as I know you will. If he does cause you problems," she smirked. "Give him a whack on the head, that usually gets him back in line."

Hinata beamed at the word of encouragement but didn't like the idea of hurting Naruto when he was trying to recover. She focused on the positive and said, "I will do my best for Naruto-kun."

The blond-haired woman gave a gentle smile to Hinata before leaving the room without another word.

Once Tsunade left the room, Hinata sat down in her previous spot and after a moment continued speaking to the young man. While she was telling him about her plans to replant the Lilies that were sitting in the room. A groaning sound overshadowed her quiet voice and abruptly caused her to stop speaking. Her face turned a bright shade of pink with embarrassment not realizing that it was lunch time and her stomach was letting her know it was time to eat. With an embarrassed look painted on her face, she looked at the young man expecting and almost hoping that he would have woken up. Alas, her stomachs hungry growling made no difference to the situation.

"I made you some lunch, if you wake up, you can have it. I'm sure it will be better than the fluids they have been feeding you for these last few weeks." No response came back to her words.

Leaning closer and placing her hand upon his upper arm, his skin was so warm and smooth over the toned bicep muscle. "If you wake up, we can go to Ichiracku's, and I'll buy you all you can eat." She figured a little temptation might help, even though her wallet would not appreciate it much. But, if a bit of bribery got him to open his eyes, then it would be worth the financial hit.

She watched him for a few moments but there was not even a flicker of his eyes, she squeezed his arm a bit. "I guess you will wake up when you're ready; I will be here as much as I can until you do." Hinata stood and walked over to a small table near the door and retrieved the Bentos's. She sat back in her chair and pulled each box then opened the first one on her lap. "I know you are not a fan of veggies, but I made your favorites in the other. If you wake up I'll show you," her words were met with silence. Some people might get frustrated or upset but not Hinata. She understood and accepted the recovery process was going to be a long process and she was ready to put in the time to see it through to the end.

After about 20 minutes, Hinata finished her Bento, looking longingly to the male in the room, she noticed that his face was looking a bit too scraggly, he was always cleanly shaven. Whenever she was on a mission with him, he took the time to shave in the morning. She thought that he would not like the idea of being seen in an un-kept manor, it may be presumptuous to assume he didn't want to be unshaven, but he always seemed to care about shaving. An idea to address this problem popped into her mind, and she made another mental note to bring some things from his place tomorrow.

The hours passed slowly, Hinata drifted off for an hour or so but was awoken by the nurse coming by during her duty rounds. Hinata stood and stepped out when the nurse asked her to leave the room, so she could change his bed linens. Hinata offered to help, but the older woman curtly dismissed her from the room, by suggesting she get a snack from the vending machines at the end of the hall. The woman's tone and suggestion did not sit well and earned an unfavorable look from the Hyūga. She could tell the woman held some hostility, but toward whom was the mystery.

Going to the vending machines was not something the young woman was not going to do, she stood outside of the room, trying not to let her seething leak out. Her arms crossed over her ample chest, head down eyes closed, with her right foot on the wall. While not the most dignified way for the Hyūga heiress to look but she was in a rare mood – pissed. "Who the hell does she think she is? Dismissing me from the room like a child!" She realized she was angry but didn't know exactly why.

The door opened, and the nurse stepped out and slammed the sliding door shut behind herself with a thud, echoing in the hallway. She looked to her right toward Hinata and scoffed, "you can go back in if you want. I don't know why someone of the Hyūga clan would bother with him. If you ask me he should be in the prison wing along with that Uchiha boy, they are both dangerous and should be locked away." Her lip pulled upward in a scoffing sneer.

That was it, the straw that broke the preverbal camel's back. Hinata cracked and turned to the woman full on, just a small gap between their faces, but neither woman yielded in their intense staring contest. The air around them became charged with emotion.

"NOW YOU LISTEN HERE, YOU CRONE. DON'T YOU EVER SPEAK BADLY ABOUT NARUTO-KUN, HE RISKED HIS LIFE FOR YOU AND EVERYONE IN THE WORLD, LOSING HIS ARM FOR HIS EFFORT!" Those were the words she wanted to yell at the other woman, but she just couldn't muster the courage. Her eyes dropped and so did her stomach at her own weakness, she felt like the little girl she had once been, not the front-line fighter who stood against the darkness that threatened all life.

A slight scoff and snort of derision came from the nurse as she smiled smugly. "See, you know I'm right. He's a threat and dangerous, you shouldn't associate with such filth. Find a nice man to take care of you. I'll make sure he is treated the way he deserves." A creepy smile formed on the woman's wrinkled lips and face.

Hinata didn't like the nurse's attitude and had to do something, to say something, she couldn't just stand there and let this person talk about her Naruto-kun in such a negative way. She had worked too hard and come so far to be seen as weak again. She had to be strong for him and for herself.

"You are wrong." Hinata could only muster a low voice. She wanted to yell and scream, even strike the women down, but she just couldn't make such a bold display. "He fought for you, for me, for everyone but you can't see past the Fox." She finally met the nurse's gaze, "well if you can't see that he is a good man, who cares and has worked hard for everything. Then that's your problem, and maybe you should take a hard look at yourself and not judge him for something that was not his FAULT!" Her tone grew louder but not to the level beyond a normal conversation.

The nurse was mildly amused by the pale-eyed girl defending Naruto but was not going to yield her position in front of the heiress or flinch as she was locked into a staring contest with the young woman. The nurse was sure about the boy, and no one could persuade her to the contrary, not a kage, not a Hyūga – no one. "Well, I guess you are so blind to what he is and will have to wait until he destroys you or your family and kills someone closest to you." The nurse said with no hesitation and scowled even harder at Hinata. "Suit yourself, but when he hurts you or kills everyone, then you will know I was right, and I tried to warn everyone about him!"

"HOW DARE YOU!" Hinata's voice rose but not to a level above the background hospital noise. Her voice dropped to a reasonable level but continued to voice her feelings. "You have no idea what he endured, and has seen over the years, he is a good and kind person!" Her fists clenched in anger, "Despite that treatment from people like you who always looked down on him, scolded and scoffed at him when he was a child, he still fought for you. He cared about his village enough to fight the horrors that threatened his life!" Her body shook with rage, and her knuckles turned white. She was so angry at the thought of people still looked at him as if he were a monster or nothing but a weapon to be used and locked away when it was not needed.

Hinata didn't care about her profanity and meant every word she spoke; she would kill the old crone if she treated her Naruto-kun badly or tried to hurt him. Her face was blood red, and her hands shook as she pushed past the old lady who was a bit surprised by the behavior of the prim and proper young woman from a very prominent clan. The lavender eyed woman didn't want to hear the crone's response – it didn't matter, no matter what she said it was wrong.

Once Hinata stepped through the doorway past the nurse, she slammed the door behind herself and pressed her back against it in an attempt to keep anyone from opening it, tears of anger and frustration began streaming down her face. She fell to her knees and covered her eyes and tried not to cry and to keep the negative energy out of the room. She wasn't regretful about what she said to the old woman; she was upset that some people still held old feelings and thoughts when it came to the young man, and the Biju contained within him.

After a few minutes of crying, the tears subsided, and her cries of anger turned to laughter, the realization of what she had done hit her like a ton of bricks. She just ripped a total stranger, a new ass-hole in public - at least by Hinata's standards. She had never been so rude or obstinate to anyone, even on missions or in the face of an enemy, she was always composed and polite, but this time was different, and she was done with being meek and polite. Collecting herself, she stood and smoothed the invisible wrinkles in her dress and walked over to check on Naruto.

The sheets appeared to have been changed, the IV-tubes were connected, but Hinata had a lingering feeling that something was wrong and wanted to be sure he had not been mistreated by the nurse. Pulling back the sheets a bit, she could see the hospital gown looked old, and stains with blood and fluids all over the front of the garment. The previously suppressed anger came raging back in full force, like a force of nature and the sight of the soiled hospital gown. Her first instinct was to find the nurse and strike her dead and hang her from the ceiling as a warning to all others who would mistreat her Naruto. But she held herself in check; she would deal with the old lady later, she could not let the mistreatment stand and had to act in his best interest. Searching through the cabinets, she found an extra sheet set and located a clean gown and pulled it out of the storage compartment.

Hinata turned to the hospital bed and looked upon her long-time love; she hesitated for only a moment and then proceeded with replacing his hospital gown. She would try to respect his privacy but also knew what had to be done and would try her best to protect his dignity as much as possible.

Her hands shook, and her heart pounded with excitement and, but she knew what she was doing was important. Her hand touched Naruto's left biceps and paused, enjoying the heat from his skin, his dark tanned skin complemented her pale porcelain skin. Lost in the moment, Hinata realized that this was the first time in all the years since they first met that she had never actually touched him. The only real exception being during the war when he held her hand to infuse chakra or the few times he caught her when she was unconscious.

She picked up his left arm, it was heavy, and she noticed the toned muscles under the skin and quickly pulled it through the gown, she disconnected and reconnected a few of the IV lines it was a simple enough process. Then moved the cloth material to his right-side exposing part of his broad and toned chest. She couldn't help sneaking an admiring peak at his peck's – firm, tight and solid. She felt her heart skip a beat and then raced hard in her chest. She knew she needed to focus on the task at hand, and wanted to finish before someone walked into the room and caught her in a compromising position, but she also wanted to admire his masculine physique.

Continuing her work, she moved his right arm gently trying not to disturb the bandages at the end of the limb, and she was able to get the soiled garment off of his body. It was apparent to her that the clothing had not been replaced recently, a few days at least. Hinata was going to speak to Sakura and Tsunade about this incident along with the nurse's attitude. It took all of her will-power and concentration to keep focused on placing a clean garment onto his body. Her inner-goddess kept trying to tempt her to look over his body, especially to peek and his masculine feature, but she stayed strong and didn't give into temptation. He was heavy and a bit difficult to maneuver, but after a few tense moments the job was done, and she hoped he would be more comfortable in a clean dressing.

She made a mental note to check that he had a clean hospital gown and if needed; she would replace it on every visit. Once she was satisfied with the garment swap and discarding the soiled linen into the proper receptacle, the young woman sat down, the anger only slightly ebbing. She was very angry with the woman for maltreating Naruto; it was intolerable, and unthinkable that a nurse would mistreat a patient so egregiously, to the point of not change his gown. "Has she done this to all her patients or just Naruto?" The thought infuriated Hinata all over again, and she knew if the nurse showed up again, things would not end well for the other woman.

"The old bitch will be leaving in a body bag if she does that to you again." She said outload to her sleeping prince.

Deciding it was time for a quick snack before she had to leave, the sun was starting to set and much to her dismay she had duties to attend. Picking up the second Bento, she looked at its contents – there was no sense in wasting good food.

"Are you sure you don't want any, Naruto-kun? It's really good. Why don't you wake up and find out?" Unfortunately, silence was his response to her.

In a moment of frustration, she realized how much the events of the last hour affected her. Seeing the blonde hair boy whom she loved so profoundly treated poorly by some people, despite all he has done for everyone, hurt her deeply. "Please. Please wake up. I... I need you to be alright, that way I can be alright." Her heartfelt words resulted in a new set of tears falling onto the edge of the bed.

"If you are trying to rest and relax after all the years of hard work and training, then we can go away together for as long as you want. I want to be with you. I need you." She bit her lip trying to hold back her angst, but it didn't work, she moved closer to him. Her forehead touched the side of his right arm; her tears continued to fall down her face and onto his shoulder and chest.

How could she live her life?

How could everyone move forward?

Her mind reeled with the thought of nothing changing for either of them and, remain stuck in this painful moment. Hinata sobbed quietly; her tears soaked his arm and sheets, it didn't matter if he might have caught her crying. If he were to wake and see her crying, that would be perfectly fine, and they would be able to move forward together.

After a few minutes of crying, effectively cleansing some of the anger, frustration, and upset of the day, from her soul, Hinata composed herself and stood. Moving to the washroom, the young woman wiped away the dried tears from her face. The skin around her eyes was puffy, and her pale lavender eyes were tinted red, a sign she was crying. Hinata splashed some water on her pink cheeks, she straightened her long flowing hair and looked at herself in the mirror.

Hinata stared at herself and wondered what was going to happen next, the day was upsetting enough, and she didn't know how much more her heart or sanity could take before either or both shattered permanently. She moved out of the small washroom and took her place next to the bed once again. The young woman packed up the Bento boxes and placed them into the orange fabric sack, that was placed the rolling table. Taking one last look around to ensure everything is neat and tidy since the staff was not trustworthy to do so, everything was in order and ready for her departure. It was getting late, and she needed to leave soon otherwise, her father would order the whole clan to begin looking for her if she was out too late, plus she had things that required her attention. But she really wanted to stay with Naruto now more than ever to make sure he was taken care of properly.

Hinata returned to his right side and stood over the hospital bed gazing longingly at Naruto, her long mid-night blue hair fell over her shoulder - as if it was reaching out to him. She felt the need to shed tears for him again but held them in check for the moment. She would keep them until she got home, where she would be able to scream and cry into her pillow. She had done the same thing over the past few weeks.

"I have to leave. I'm sorry, but I have things to do still. I know you would understand and tell me to go and not worry about you." She smiled at the thought of him insisting she attend to what is needed.

"I promise I will make sure that mean old… bitch… doesn't mistreat you ever again," she couldn't believe the way she spoke. "Don't you worry, she has just made an enemy for life," Hinata spoke softly, but she also felt a bit of anger at the thought of the old nurse. "Old bitch," the princess spat.

"I enjoyed spending the day with you, but maybe next time you could join the conversation," she teased with a smile.

"Anyway…" Her focus shifted directly to his lips, and the conversation with Sakura surfaced once again. Her pulse raced causing her face to become flushed. Before she knew what was happening all logical thought left her and uninhibited instinct along with desire take over.

Hinata leaned down placed her lips against his without any second thought or hesitation like it was completely normal. She felt how warm Naruto's lips were against hers, they were soft yet firm. She sighed in delight against his mouth, she lingered for a few moments and pressed a bit more before pulling away. Her face was brightly flushed but stayed very close to his, and she looked at his closed eyes while waiting and hoping for a reaction. But she saw no response from the young man, she stole another kiss and lingered longer this time, and caressed his peck. After separating from his lips again and staying so close the tips of their noses barely touched. She watched him again but alas he remained the same.

"I love you, Naruto-kun. I hope you can hear me, and you can feel me with you." Her words whispered and meant for his ears only. She touched her nose against his and rubbed it back and forth for a moment and gave him a little giggle. Straightened up, Hinata glancing at the still closed door making sure no one had entered the room and witnessed her actions. "I will come to see you tomorrow, I have a few meetings to attend, and I have to check your apartment. I hope you don't mind. Is there anything you would like or need?" She asked but knew he would not answer her, but one can still hope.

After a few moments of watching him, she knew she needed to leave otherwise she would be up all night dealing with clan matter and would not be able to visit. Hinata walked over to the table and picked up the bundle of Bento and moved toward the door, she stopped and turned around with the hope that he would give her a sign of waking up. Taking in the whole room once more, she let a single tear run down her left cheek.

"Good night, my love," with those words she was out into the hallway. Peeking through the doorway, once again looking for him to move as she pulled the door closed. The mid-night haired maden briskly wiped her cheek to clear the moisture from her eyes and began walking down the hall, passing the nurses station. Much to her dismay the nurse who was at the top of her shit-list was sitting at the desk typing on a computer terminal. Hinata kept her eyes on the problem nurse as she walks past, letting some killing intent leak out to show her anger.

No sooner was Hinata past the nurses' station area, the old woman cleared her throat. "I hope you had a nice visit. I'm not sure why you someone like you would waste your time with that. Don't worry, I'll be here all night and will take good care of him while you're gone," her voice cackling with disdain.

A shiver ran up Hinata's spine at hearing the nurse's words, she turned around looking at the nurse while standing near the elevator bank. She debated running back to the room and staying all night but knew it was not the answer. Despite the young Huyga's disdain for the old woman, she knew violence was not the answer and had to have faith that the universe would protect the blonde hero. Even if the thought of delivering the women to the afterlife might be satisfying, it would be equally wrong. So, she would ensure the old crone would receive the punishment that had been earned by neglecting of Naruto. In the end, Hinata decides to "kill her with kindness."

"Your service and efforts have been noted. I will make sure you receive a just reward. Please, have a good night and take care of MY Naruto-kun." Hinata spoke with a confident, and clear voice and while wearing a fake smile. "Kami help me, just take her out now," her inner-goddess screamed from behind her pale eyes. The goddess was ready to take charge and do what needs to be done, but Hinata's waking self-stayed strong and resisted the little chibi.

Before the crone could respond the elevator DINGED and Hinata stepped on as if the universe was telling her to leave before, things got out of hand. Not a moment after the elevator doors closed the old lady was still glaring at the spot where Hinata stood, "little bitch. I don't give a shit who your family is. That demon bastard is mine tonight." The crone's words were quite but said aloud to the point if others were present they would hear clearly.

With every step away from the hospital Hinata's mind raced faster with concern and worried more and more about the blonde stuck overnight at the hands of the old crone. She stopped a few times during her journey and seriously considered sneaking back into his room but decided it would cause more trouble for both of them. She had to have faith that the universe would protect him for the night. With her mind wandering and filled with worry and uncertainty, she failed to notice the gates Hyūga compound. Without even acknowledging the pair of guards who stood watch, Hinata walked past the two men. They were surprised by the heiress, who would always take the time to acknowledge of the guards, who enjoyed her pleasant demeanor, but tonight she did not even give them a glance, a smile or a nod - nothing. She just walked past the pair, eyes glued to the ground before her feet and proceeded to the main house. The pair of guards looked at each other, raising a curious eyebrow as to the uncharacteristic behavior of the clan heiress.

A couple of minutes later, Hinata arrived at the door of her bedroom, it was her refuge from the world, she entered and locked the room, she applied a privacy seal. After which her shoulders slumped, and she threw herself onto the bed face first, and finally let go of all her emotional barriers. The walls fell, and a flood of tears erupted from her eyes along with an unrestricted scream expressing everything held in through the day. She kicked her feet and punched the bed in a fit a frustration, rage, sadness, and anger, it was the physical manifestation of the day's events. If anyone walked into the room at that moment, they would probably think she was acting like a 5-year-old throwing a tantrum.

After what felt like forever, while in reality, only about 45 minutes had passed, she found her emotional cup was now nearly empty and nearly manageable. Her face rested in a wet puddle of tears, snot, and saliva – not an appealing combination by any means but at the moment she didn't care. Hinata looked down at the sheets and laughed at herself and at the mess she had made. Deciding they needed to go, but not caring enough to replace the linens for the moment. The young woman rolled off of the bed, moved slowly to the dressing table, sat down in front of the large mirror with a heavy thud and huff. Her pale skin was blotchy and red, dark circles had formed around her bloodshot eyes; she looked a "hot mess," as Ino would say, and if anyone looked at her would be able to see she had been crying profusely.

"You have looked better, haven't you?" She spoke to her self rhetorically.

She tried to give herself a smile hoping to cheer herself up a bit, but she couldn't muster the energy. Picking up her late mother's hairbrush; she began running it through her long thick locks and found the action was soothing to her frayed nerves. She focused on all of the positive things that happened and hands down, being asked to take care of Naruto's apartment had been the highlight of the whole day. It was something she would have never guessed was going to happen and she was not going to let the opportunity slip through her fingers. She, Hyūga Hinata was the chosen one for such an honor, the whole thing made her feel giddy with all of the potential options. She also had to make sure he was taken care of properly in the hospital while balancing clan meetings, training, and missions with her team. Her list was growing exponentially; however, it was all important to her, especially Naruto's apartment.

"I might have to start writing everything down or hire someone to keep track of it all," the young heiress mussed to herself jokingly.

Her mind shifted to the idea of having an assistant. Naruto popped into her mind instantly as her new assistant. "I think I can find a position or two for him," she said to herself. Followed by a conjured image of the young blonde in a formal business outfit, his hair combed neatly, with a pair of glasses, while carrying a notebook and schedule ledger and following her everywhere. She giggled with delight at the image that formed in her mind; they could be together all of the time, sharing their lives with one another for all times - a dream come true.

The looking glass showed her a young woman with long midnight blue hair and slightly bloodshot eyes, but the woman reflecting back also wore a devious smile. She was happy, despite the nurse being a horrible person, it was a great day, and the best part was spending it with him. She was able to talk to him without a single stutter, and she was even able to say the three magical words to him without being in a life or death situation. But the icing that topped the preverbal cake was their kiss, it might have been one-sided and stolen, but she was bold enough to do it, and the feeling was wonderful and exciting. She would always remember that kiss – her first kiss with the man she loves over all others. She watched the cheeks of the woman looking back from the mirror, they were now bright red as she cupped them with her hands, squealing in delight like a school-girl.

Hinata stood up from her dressing table and moved to her private washroom starting the shower to warm it up a few minutes. The restroom was large and spacious to the point that three people would have no issues moving around. Porcelain tile with medium brown woodgrain pattern covered the floor and traveled up the wall roughly 20cm where it ended at a white trim that was carried around the room a light gray paint on the walls. The shower stall consisted of opaque glass on three sides with a pair of chrome shower heads affixed to the ceiling to provide a rainfall effect. Her bedroom may be her refuge from the world, but her shower was a sanctuary.

After removing her dress and undergarments, she looked over her bare body in the floor-to-ceiling mirror, she cupped her large ample breasts and inspected them. The erect nipples stood prominently and were surrounded by the coral color of the nearly perfectly round areola that stood out against the snow-white skin of her breasts. They defied gravity, and a bra was not needed, but modesty demanded one otherwise. Her pale flawless skin was consistent without blemish or discoloration from her toes to her nose, with the only exception being a scare under her left breast. A mirror of the scare was ever present on her back where Pain's chakra rod impaled her a few years back it was her reward for defending her golden knight. She was given an option to have the scars removed, but she wanted to keep them as a reminder of that fateful day, and the blemishes represented a bond they both would share for the rest of their lives. Despite being injured and being thrown around like a ragdoll; she was strong enough to tell him her heartfelt feeling and spoke the words of love to him. She was also able to back up her word with action during her fight with Pain and Naruto respected action over words.

"You can do that again, Hinata," she whispered to her reflection while holding her gaze with a little smile. "You proved it back then and again today, do it for him. Do it for yourself. Show him that you can make him happy and give him the love he has never known."

After her little self-pep-talk, the young woman stepped into the steamed-up shower, the water flowed over every patch of skin and hair. Picking up a bottle of shampoo, the young madden worked it into a frothy lather, with the excess running down her back and firm buttock. Hinata's midnight blue mane took time to wash and rinse properly, but it had been part of her ritual for so long any deviation felt odd, and she would start again. Turning around and picking up luffa with body wash, the porcelain-skinned beauty washed and worked up another fierce lather from head to toe. After rinsing off all the soap and shampoo, her skin glowed with smooth slipperiness and wetness of the soap and water.

Pushing the remains of the lather off of her body, her hands paused a moment and with an index finger rubbed the pink peaks that sat atop of her large breasts and sending a charge through her body. She had no problem with self-exploration and was more than ready to release all of the pent-up frustration that was well overdue to be released. Pinching her nipples with her index and thumb and allowing a small moan to escape her lips. Her inner Goddess mewing in happiness as Hinata's conscious mind conjured images of the blond-haired boy massaging her breasts. Hinata's back fall against the glass wall, her ass pressing into the opaque surface, giving a perfect view if someone walked in at that moment. She moved her right hand from her breast over her toned and solid stomach, and without hesitation, her hand continued arriving at her aching womanhood. The index finger moved into her sacred valley, creating a sexual charge that was amplified when she pinched her left nipple harder when she pressed the clitoris.

Hinata began working her finger over the engorged clitoris, building a rhythm rapidly as she continues picturing a certain blue-eyed boy touching and kissing her all over. His manhood moved between her firm ass cheeks as he felt her most intimate areas, placing kisses down her neck and nibbling her ear.

Hinata kept building up the images in her mind, and her inner-chibi relished in the erotic show that was unfolding.

He forcefully turned her around to face him and claimed her lips their tongues intertwining as he moves her to the opposite side of the shower stall. He broke their kiss and squatted down, reaching around each of her thighs, and lifting her upward while supported her in the crook of his arms with her back on the glass.

Fingers rubbed and pressed hard on the bundle of nerves while the hot slippery water flowed over every part of her body, every movement of her finger sent her pulse higher as waves of pleasure push her closer to her climax.

Placing the tip of his throbbing member against her sacred entrance, lowing her slowly, stretching her to fit him.

Her knees buckled, and she slid down the shower stall glass to sit on the built-in shower seat, spreading her knees further to give herself more access. Her toes curled as she began a wild rhythm, touching her entrance periodically while nibbling her lower lip in an attempt to keep her moans and gasps stifled.

He pumps her rapidly.

Her finger keeping up with her imaginary partner.

Their mouths were open as their tongues fought for dominance, but she was happy to let him win.

Her peak was getting closer as she continued stimulating of her body in all of the ever increasingly sensitive areas.

He pushed deep into her and finally released his essence deep into her body, ribbons of imaginary cum flow into her body.

Hinata recalled the memory of her lips touching Naruto's, a few hours ago, and with that memory, it took her orgasm to an entirely new level, as it crashed over her body. The shower stall rattled as she screamed at the top of her lungs, "FUCK… OHH FUCK, I FUCKING NEED YOU… NARUTO. KAMI, I FUCking need you, baby..." Her voice dropped slightly and faded into rapidly shallow panting.

The hot water was still washing over her body and mixed with her feminine fluids that were flowing out of her core onto the stone seat the down the shower drain. She tried to compose herself and gather her thoughts. The memory of their lips touching and the electric jolts that occurred as the catalyst to a new level of orgasm – never before experienced. She hoped that her privacy seals worked, and her words stayed within the shower stall or at least the bathroom itself.

Hinata's mind was still processing the intensity of her climax and found getting to her feet as a bit of a challenge as her knees felt like jelly. After a few moments she stood with a hand of the wall allowing the water to wash off any remaining soap, and shampoo from her body and hair, however, she could still feel her fluids flowing down her inner thigh and had no intention of stopping anytime soon.

After shutting off the water, Hinata stepped out of the shower and stood nude to the world within the four walls of the washroom. She looked at herself through the fog of the room, thick ribbons of steam flowed from her slightly pink skin. Then she met the eyes of the woman standing before her in the mirror and notice that somehow, she was different from the young woman who stood in front of the same mirror previously. The new woman looked confident, proud and strong, a woman that would be able to get her blue-eyed crush to be all hers and she would be damned if anyone was going to stop her.

"I am going to wake him up and walk by his side for all times," she said to the woman standing in the mirror. Her voice was confident and sure, but after a few moments of staring herself down, her mature demeanor cracked, and giggling took over as she started hopping around like a little girl.

The washroom door opened, and a thick fog flowed out past the doorway, the new Hinata walked out with her head held high and sure of herself with confidence. She walked out completely nude, something her old self would have never done. She sauntered over to her dressing table, looking at herself again, to make sure the same person was looking back. A small part of her felt like it might have been a fluke or endorphins from her orgasm a short time ago, but thankfully the same woman was sitting there looking back at her.

Hinata sat at her dressing table once again as part of her nightly ritual of lotions and brushing her hair once more before bed. "I need to get some sleep, it's going to be a long day, and there is so much to do," she spoke to her inner-goddess. She tried to periodically converse with her inner-self since it was part of herself. While thinking through her mental to-do list while walking to the large wardrobe for some clothes. As she opened the drawer full of intimate wear, all styles, colors, materials lay before her, but nothing stood out at her as appealing. After a few more moments, her mind came to a conclusion.

"I'll just sleep nude," a devious smirk pulled her lips into an impish smile. The idea of sleeping nude was something she always wanted to do but was too afraid someone would walk into the room, or something would happen, and she would run out bare to the world for all to see. Tonight, was different – she was different, and she didn't care about what might happen.

"Maybe if I think about him really hard and he finds out I am naked, he would wake up and ravish me." The spoken words rang through to her inner-goddess who bounced off the mental walls in a fit of erotic excitement. The chibi stripped off her clothes and hopped onto a bed and started generating erotic imagery again for them both to enjoy.

Glancing at the bed, she saw the dried stain was where she had been crying; her old-self would have dressed completely and taken the time to change all the sheets before considering turning in for the night. But now she just doesn't care, and she could feel the events of the day and that orgasm catching up to her energy reserves.

Sliding into the sheets, the spot wasn't damp or noticeable and she was happy that she didn't waste time changing them. Resting and settling down physically, she found all things mental were running on overdrive. Forcing herself to calm down and within a few minutes of imagining what the interior of her crush's apartment would hold was enough to slide her to the dreaming world.

/ End chapter 1 \\\

I hope everyone enjoys this piece, please read and review. As painful as it is to say, I don't know how often I will update this story. Right now, I am revising chapter 2, but like many, I know how painful it can be to get invested in a story just to have it not progress. I am going to do my best to update but it might not be fast or frequently.