"We can Make a Mask of me too, so its Less Weird"

"Really?" Hinata asked, surprised at Naruto's casula tone, but touched by the gesture, and more than a little intrigued.

"Hey, it's only fair!"

Ten minutes later, Naruto put the finishing touches on the second complex sealing array, and placed an empty mask in the middle of it, careful not to smudge any of the ink. Jiraiya, the Gods bless his pervert memory, had been intransigent on that point: the more complex the seal, the more terrifying the results of a careless mistake would be.

Satisfied, he plucked a blond hair from his head, and lay it on the smooth inside of the empty mask. He could have used chakra as well, but he didn't feel too confident about an accidental activation of the array. What he - no, what they were about to belonged fo the most esoteric brand of sealing he had ever heard. And esoteric was just another word for deadly. With Hinata nearby, caution spoke all the more strongly to him.

"Well, here goes nothing!" Not too strongly though. Hinata nodded at him, perched on the edge of his bed with her knees tucked under her chin. He grinned at her and winked, relishing in her cute blush, then turned around and channeled chakra in both seal arrays.

Lights danced and arched across his bedroom, chakra taking its blue, physical form. The air thrummed with saturation... and then it was over.

"Wow," both shinobi said at the same time, and some of the tension seeped away as they chuckled at each other.

Naruto picked up both masks gingerly, expecting them to be excruciatingly hot, or something. What he touched was however the same, smooth surface as before. He almost groaned in frustration, when Hinata spoke.

"There's chakra in there. My chakra... and yours too!"

As if summoned, the surface of the first mask - Hinata's - grew warmed, a calm, vast presence, like the sea's, building up under Naruto's fingertips. He recognized it as hers even before je flipped it around amd the beautiful face of his Hinata stared up at him blankly, bluish kanji on her forehead spelling her name.

Hinata left the bed and he felt her pressing into his sode as she gulped at the sight of her own face, and then hesitantly picked the other mask from Naruto's band. His own mask, he realized.

"This... this is..."

"Yeah."

The pressure of Hinata's breasts into his side was stirring the other Naruto, and while most of his concentration was delegated to keep the urge under wraps for noe, another part of the blonde remembered his early days as a prankster and his uses of the Orioke no Jutsu. It bad been years, and still he remembered the physical sensations he couldn't really care for at the time. Now though... His manhood grew rock hard as the thoughts mixed and mashed, and if the blush reddening Hinata's face was anything to go by, he was sure she was thinking along similar lines. Probably.