Naruto Porn Story: Rain

Ino was feeling really cranky. Not only her holiday had been ruined by a harsh rain out of season, but also her hair was suffering. Besides making it lose everything remotely resembling the shape it was combed to in the morning, humidity increased its possibilities to split on the ends, even if every fashion magazine Ino had read said the splitting was caused by dryness.

As if all of that wasn’t enough, Ino’s father had taken advantage of her and asked her to remain behind the flower shop’s counter while he took a nap.

Fortunately, there hadn’t been any costumer in sight and, judging by the weather, there wouldn’t be in any time soon. Thus, Ino made several divisions of her hair and covered the tips with a special protective oil and chunks of tinfoil. The instructions on the box said the tinfoil had to be kept on for an hour, but not for longer than an hour and a half or the hair would be damaged. To prevent any problems of this nature, Ino set an alarm-clock.

Once done, Ino started looking on the shelves behind her for some magazine she hadn’t read. She was so focused on the task she didn’t notice when a customer entered the shop until, literally, she felt the other’s presence on the other side of the counter.

“Hello… eh, Hinata-san,” she managed after turning around on a hurry, suddenly very conscious of the tinfoil on her hair, and that the young girl in front of her was the heir of Konoha’s most important clan.

“Um…” Hinata began, covering her mouth with her wet jacket’s wet sleeve. In fact, all of her was soaked; there was even a pool of water underneath her.

Ino gave a small jump and hurried to bring over some towels from the back store. ‘Customers are first,’ was the nearest thin her family had to a motto. Besides, if Hyuuga Hinata got sick in _her_ flower shop, the gossip would never end, that TenTen be damned. What she wouldn’t do, however, would be dry Hinata herself, so she just offered the towels after taking her away from the pool.

“I’m sorry about the mess,” Hinata mumbled, managing to blush despite the her being cold.

“Don’t worry, this things happen,” said Ino forcing a show-all-teeth grin while moping the floor.

“I, eh, would like some flowers,” said Hinata after a few seconds.

“What kind?”

Hinata whispered something so low Ino had to get really near to her to listen. Ino also took the chance to look at those weird white eyes. To a certain extent, they made her shiver because they didn’t reflect any emotion whatsoever, and she’d been very curious for years about how they saw the world. Actually, as a child, she’d believed the Hyuugas saw everything as if filtered through a glass of milk.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” Ino asked.

“They’re for a grave,” replied Hinata. “My mother’s…”

Oh, that was true. Hinata’s mother had died years ago; even Ino remembered the funeral, it had been that luxurious.

Ino left the mop aside and took the wet towels back from Hinata’s hands. The girl was still far from being dry, and was still trembling.

If she doesn’t take those clothes off she _is_ going to be sick, Ino thought. I think I have something on the closet that’d fit her, though maybe it’d be a little big, she added rubbing her chin; Hinata was smaller than her and look very fragile.

But there was a problem: she was stuck in the flower shop.

Hinata sneezed.

No, she wasn’t.

“Wait a second, Hinata-san,” Ino said. The girl went upstairs to wake up her father and explained him the situation she was in.

As expected, due the circumstances he left that quite clear, Inoichi accepted to go back to the flower shop while his daughter did her best to prevent Hinata from catch a pneumonia. But he’d not go without making an offhanded comment about Ino’s new hair pins. She dismissed him with a growl and a ‘men don’t understand anything.”

When Hinata was presented with the idea, she tried to refuse the help. Ino practically had to make her go upstairs. “You don’t want to get sick, do you?” she asked.

“I don’t want to cause any problems”

“This is not a problem at all! Come up, please!” said Ino with a soft and gentle tone. Yet, she had firmly grabbed Hinata’s forearm and wasn’t giving her much of a choice.

–

“Take off those wet clothes,” said Ino after closing her room’s door. “I’ll give you something dry right away!”

Hinata went redder. She opened her mouth to protest, but Ino used that face both Shikamaru and Chouji feared and make them actually work. Immediately, Hinata began to undress.

Ino took out a blouse and a pair of pants from the closed, and then looked at her guest to re-evaluate her size. She had already taken everything but her underwear off.

Hinata’s skin was whiter than Ino had thought, but that wasn’t the only thing the blonde had misjudged. Hinata wasn’t that much of a frail young lady; her figure was not only lovely, but also firm. Her hips were round, the belly looked soft. Ino stared at Hinata’s breasts, whose nipples were hard because of the cold, through the still wet bra and felt less envy that she should’ve felt, because Hinata was, undoubtedly, the best developed girl of their age in Konoha.

Hinata sneezed again. Startled, Ino realized two things: the first one, she was nearly drooling at the sight of a half-naked gir; the second one, said half-naked girl would catch the cold of a life-time if she didn’t give her what she was gripping and wrinkling with her hands.

Ino apologized for the delay and offered the clothes. “Here, Hinata-san,” she said, looking everywhere but the other girl, afraid she’d fall into that trance-like state again.

“Thank you.”

Ino turned away and pretended to put some order in her closet until Hinata was fully dressed up.

–

Rain wasn’t over yet. Worse, it had increased, and wind made the water to crash hard against the windows. Because of that, Inoichi had closed the flower shop for the day and went back to his nap after telling his daughter she should keep her friend from going home until the weather got better. That was how Hinata ended up sat down on Ino’s bed, drinking tea with an expression of ashamed gratitude on her face while Ino sorted out what had just happened.

Of course she’d seen naked girls before, but they had never make her feel the same Hinata did (a heat that began on the face and went below and below and below…), did they? Or was just that she wasn’t paying attention? Ino scratched her nose with a finger, thinking about it, but stopped when she recognized the nose-scratching thing to be too Shikamaru-ish.

All of a sudden, her mind, on its own, projected the image imprinted on Ino’s brain, whether for good or for evil of Hinata’s crotch covered only by a thin cotton layer. In that very moment, Ino was really thankful she wasn’t a boy, or even shy Hinata would’ve kick her teeth off her mouth.

The alarm-clock rang. Ino apologized for a second and went to turn it off. On the stairs, she started to take off the tinfoil. Before going up again, Ino took one of the discarded wet towels to remove the excess of the protective oil. It was until she got back into her room that she noticed that towel had been in direct contact with Hinata’s skin, namely the skin that had made her so confused.

She looked at the rough piece of clothing like if it possessed the answers to all of her questions.

“There’s… there’s something wrong?” Hinata asked.

“Eh?” exclaimed Ino, taken by surprise. “No, there’s nothing wrong. At all. It’s only a hair treatment. The ends of mine tend to split,” she explained with a forced laughter.

“Oh,” said Hinata, touching her own, black and short. “That’s why I keep it like this. It’s easier to take care of.”

“Yes,” said Ino. “But I bet it’d look better long.”

As soon as she let them out, Ino regretted the words. Hinata looked down at her feet, embarrassed by what she’d surely mistaken for disapproval.

Ino sighted and kick herself mentally. “I didn’t mean your hair doesn’t look good now. It’s just that” she got closer. “Can I touch it?” she asked before she could help it.

Hinata nodded.

When Ino touched Hinata’s hair, she felt something moving inside her stomach. She cleared her throat before speaking. “It’s soft, thick, and seems strong,” she said. “It’s nice now, but it would look beautiful long.”

“Do you really think so?”

Ino nodded. “If you want to, I could give you some advice to help you to take care of it.”

Hinata smiled. “I’d love that.”

The thing in Ino’s stomach moved again. “I’d love it too.”

Hinata reached her hair again. “My mother had it long,” she whispered. “She was very beautiful. I don’t look like her at all…”

“Perhaps you don’t,” said Ino. “But you’re still very cute.”

Hinata blushed again. Ino felt she did the same. But at least she hadn’t lied, she tried to tell herself.

“Um, by the way,” said the blonde after an awkward silence, “do you still want those flowers?”

Hinata nodded slowly and then followed Ino to the flower shop’s back store, where the best flowers were kept.

–

Two hours later, the rain ceased, and Hinata could go back home holding a special selection of flowers. She ran away, despite claiming her father wouldn’t scold her for the delay.

–

Ino didn’t saw Hinata for months after that. She wanted to believe that was because their trainings and missions got in the way, but she couldn’t stop thinking that she had scared Hinata away; Hinata was too easy to scare away.

Ino was aware she sighted more of her free time, and knew Chouji and Shikamaru would make fun of her if the first could pull his nose away from his chips didn’t think that’d be too troublesome to laugh at her expenses. Indeed, would they ever ask something about it, she’d make them be afraid for ever about asking her something so personal.

However, her fears of having ruined what could’ve been at least a friendship, faded when, one day, she saw Hinata across the street of the flower shop, gathering courage to walk in. Her hair was several inches longer than before.