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"Are you dating anyone?" Kurenai asks, changing tact. "Because this is the kind of thing you both learn together... a very long time from now."

"I\'m not dating," Naruto answers glumly, instantly picturing Sakura-chan\'s face, followed by Ino-chan\'s. "I want to know because I want to be the best. Isn\'t that enough?"

"I... will attempt to figure out a decent way of helping you, but if that\'s not enough for you, tough. It\'s all I\'m offering."

"Sweet! Ne, can we start tonight? Please? Please?" Naruto begs with a sparkle in his perfectly blue eyes.

"I\'ve been dying to know what a girl is supposed to feel like when a boy puts his thing inside of her."

In that very moment, Kurenai realizes she drank her last bottle of sake and there\'s nothing else in her home that could possibly make this bearable. "H-How about you let me gather the material...

to teach you and- and we\'ll start tomorrow." His suspicion is apparent in his squinting eyes, but after a moment he shrugs and agrees.

HINATA

Lying awake in her bed, Hinata stares at the dark oak of her ceiling wondering when she\'ll have another one of her special lessons with Kurenai-sensei.

The Hyga heiress wasn\'t sure about the genjutsu in the beginning, far too nervous to see a fake Naruto-kun, but after that first time, Hinata slowly began to learn, if anything, it\'s slightly better than her dreams.

In her mind at rest, Hinata is strong, brave, assertive, and more than anything, always by Naruto\'s side; helping him, supporting him.

She may have difficulties within her clan, but at least she\'s given a first-rate education, a warm place to sleep, food, training, a beautiful sister, and despite how cold her father is toward her, she would much rather have him in her life than not.

She loves her family and would willingly give her life for theirs. Given what can happen to her, should the seal be placed on her forehead, Hinata is always comforted knowing that her little sister will be spared that fate. So long as Hanabi is safe, Hinata knows she can endure.

Hers is not a terrible life and she only has that perspective because of Naruto-kun. Using her perceptive eyes, she knows with absolute certainty that nearly the entire village hates him, or is completely indifferent to his existence.

Naruto-kun is treated like vermin since he was a child, and yet he doesn\'t give up. He doesn\'t even look sad. He always tries, always smiles, and with a strength that completely baffles her, refuses to ever accept their fate for him. He fights.

Always fights. And she loves him for it. Despite the fact that Kurenai is using genjutsu to help treat her crippling insecurity, the genjutsu-Naruto-kun feels so real, she can\'t help falling for the illusion.

Thinking of the depth Kurenai is willing to go for her, Hinata is so grateful to have her as a sensei, making her want to try harder all the more to move past her fears. For the goal of being able to talk to Naruto-kun properly, in real life, Hinata will do the best she can.

\'I just hope we can keep doing the special training session,\' she mentally huffs before finally succumbing to sleep.

KURENAI

The balance of power between them shifted with every turn. Naruto did well in the next session, very well in fact. To Kurenai, it almost seemed like he can project warmth and happiness because Hinata-chan never smiled more.

It certainly embarrassed the young Hyga to smile in front of him, but Hinata couldn\'t help pay so much attention to Uzumaki and would forget her shyness from time to time.

It was one of the best sessions yet, and in that singular moment, watching her student\'s honest smile, Kurenai couldn\'t be more relieved.

Later that night, her every step toward Uzumaki\'s residence filled her with dread. With the manuals in hand, the knowledge she was about to impart on a boy eight years her junior, made her stomach turn.

Knocking on the rusted, faded-red door, she wished she drank another saucer of sake before coming here. When Naruto excitedly opens the door, she was absolutely relieved to see his apartment was filthy.

There were several full trash bags in the corner along with oddly organized piles of trash. \'Recycling,\' she thought, noticing several tall stacks of ramen cups nearly as tall as Uzumaki. Clothes in a pile on the floor, dust, and for some odd reason, partly-cut leaves were littered everywhere.

The smell was just as bad as the sight, and Kurenai knew this was her best way out of this uncomfortable situation at least for a few days.

"I refuse to spend one minute in this squalor of a room," she told him.

He tried to argue that he could clean it all if she gave him fifteen minutes but rather than watch him shove everything into a closet, she tells him, "I will point out everything that needs deep and thorough cleaning as well as washing before I leave.

Consider this your first lesson; girls like a clean man." The single charming point in that entire apartment was the beautiful, majestic purple Starling he kept by the window with its cage door open.

She noted it didn\'t leave and figured it must enjoy being there, though why that could be, she\'ll never know.

Despite the filth and stench of the room pressuring her to flee, she quickly told him there wasn\'t a single spot that didn\'t need cleaning.

She made sure he understood that sweeping something to the side or dusting wasn\'t enough and he needed to disinfect absolutely everything, as well as promising that she\'ll never teach him anything in such a polluted environment.

That didn\'t work out well the following session when Uzumaki was noticeably upset throughout the entire two hours with Hinata. He was quieter than normal, sullen, clearly upset, and Hinata-chan thought it was her fault. Kurenai could literally see the girl retreat into her shell.

Moments after Kurenai \'dispelled\' her \'genjutsu,\' she managed to convince Hinata-chan that his behavior was simply a test to see how she might act to an upset Naruto even though she did nothing wrong and further explained how the girl could remedy the situation in the future.

By nightfall, she was pounding on Uzumaki\'s door. Walking in, she was momentarily stunned by how clean the entire apartment was. The floors were clear, swept, and actually shone. The walls were unblemished of the trickle down stains she saw the night prior.

The stove, counter-top, table, and chair seem sterile and uncluttered. Even the smell is a mix of disinfectant, lemon, and freshness. It was shocking to see and realize he had done it in a day when she was expecting it to take at least three.

Still, her purpose did not waver and she demanded to know why he acted that way.