Chapter 1: Fresh Start

Disclaimer: That's it, I don't own Naruto, because I refuse to work for Kishimoto –who doesn't care about his awesome work but spends more time counting his cash and the different versions of Corvettes and Ferraris that he is about to purchase with the garbage that he has created.

AN: Instead of uploading DFL3 chapter 9, I decided to write something else for those who like to see NarutoHinata fluff. I am not even going to start sugarcoating the obvious anymore, the fact is upon us, and that straight fics are diminishing within the Naruto sector.

It's not like they are deleted or anything like that, it's just yaoi fics are ruling supreme! Straight authors are not updating (a vast majority of them for the most part) and as a result, yaoi fan-girls (since I rarely, rarely see a guy writing yaoi) take this chance to… defile the precious realm. The principle is identical to how North Korea takes the chance to create nuclear missiles or Weapons of Mass Destruction when USA pays more attention to Afghanistan.

In addition, I haven't seen quality NarutoHinata fictions anymore, and that's my favorite pairing in that entire DBZ influenced garbage that people actually call an anime. Therefore, in my hopeless attempt to balance between straight and yaoi fics, I have created this.

Hopefully, this piece of fiction can motivate anyone who loves straight fics to write again or perhaps start writing so you could make a difference –despite how insignificant and tiny it might be.

Thank you!

AN: Let the games begin…

(Somewhere in Konoha)

Life was never what it seemed to be. Some people preferred it as greatness; some suggested it as death (which I do not deny); and some people thought it was pretty much a pain in the ass.

Yes, it was nothing but a pain in the ass.

Uzumaki Naruto never showed this cowardly side to people often, and it was true; very true, if I might add. They had always known me as the optimistic type; the one that never gave up on things despite how hopeless it seemed; and most importantly as an individual who never got the idea when to give up. Arrogant and ignorant; those words suited me quite well apparently. In another perspective, I could admit confidently that persistence and endurance was what got me famous in Konoha. Even after a 2 to 3 year absence with that old perverted hermit by the name of Jiraiya, my fame was not forgotten.

I loved attention –as long as it was good attention.

About the pain in the ass thing… although I might be Uzumaki Naruto (or Naruto-sama, if you wish to respect me that much) I had my ups and a lot of downs. Hell, a lot of things were a bother! Even during the first days as being a genin I could relate to why Shikamaru always thought of things as troublesome. Being me, hey, I had to lighten things up at that moment, but deep down I knew I had my own shit that I had to deal with sooner or later. I didn't say this back then, but the genin exam was a pain in the ass! And I had a good reason not to, since my attitude (whether the students liked it or not) was quite a massive effect on their perspectives and decision-making.

Shikamaru would say 'Ino was being a bitch, and Chouji didn't do a good job at helping me' at complete random to start a conversation for the sake of it during the old days, and I knew he was trying to release his own emotional pressure in the nicest way possible. He would make everything seem like a joke, like, to laugh it off and simply forgetting about the whole damned thing after releasing all sorts of stress. I didn't know how he did it; how could anyone make irritation into humour?

There were times that I envied that genius –despite he never seemed to act like one.

After observing the rookie 9 (although I was not much of a careful-type) there were plenty of geniuses around us –yet all of them were fairly humble about it. There was Neji, Lee, Sasuke, Shikamaru… and there were probably even more. To the very least, it was better than how Sakura-chan did it. Women… they frequently resolved to violence with everything -such as pinching, punching, kicking, squeezing, scratching, slashing, cutting, or anything that could show the world that they had the potentials to be queen bitches of the country. Women were never bitchy naturally; my philosophy was that that was what they become.

What a pain in the ass!

There were more things that agitated me when I came back, more or less unwanted déjà vu. Team 7 was a mistake, and although I got Sakura-chan on my team, I knew some things wouldn't work. I wouldn't start blaming, since these were actions of Adam and Eve, but having Sasuke and Kakashi with the two of us just didn't look right. Our personalities clashed; our skills were fairly off; our goals were totally different; we bitched more than we helped each other; we never got to understand what teamwork was about; Kakashi was a pervert; just everything was wrong. Now, I got an incomplete team without Sasuke, and worse when I found out that Konohamaru grew up to be a miniature version of myself –loud, overconfident, and most importantly, perverted.

Monkey sees and monkey do; that was something Jiraiya and Tsunade-oba-chan (or perhaps Godaime-sama or Hokage-sama) told me right after Konohamaru took off after paying me a visit. Bad influence, they said, and Tsunade practically blamed it all on me if I (directly or indirectly) gave birth to another pervert in Konoha, as if one super-duper one wasn't enough already. Of course, she meant Jiraiya.

Merely minutes after my arrival to my home, I could already tell this world was messed up. In my opinion, I found it even more troublesome than when I left 3 years ago. Sasuke was missing; Konohamaru had a dirty mind equally or greater than I; Sakura-chan had her "Inner Sakura" more exposed than… ever, actually; Konoha was still in a mess due to the lack of experienced shinobis; all the rookie 9 were at least chunnin level except me; and the most crucial thing I discovered was how someone had feelings for a person/demon like myself.

I never realized it before, and each time I thought about that incident it never ceased to amaze me how foolish I was. Those feelings were there, and yet I was ignorant enough to believe that it didn't exist. However, when I came back, somehow my own (miraculous) sense of maturity and awareness kicked in. Jiraiya dared to say that I grew brains living out in who-know-where. Perhaps watching Jiraiya flirt with women in bars or out in public did make me wonder how the female mind worked. What they wanted; how to get what they desired; the sense of appeasement; and lastly seduction. Women were cunning animals, as Kyuubi would say during those rare times of wisdom. Then again, that was what Jiraiya had been doing over these 3 years.

If I could do math well, and which I wasn't too awful at, that sennin spent 5 of the time with me training, 2 of it was used to have meals with me or using it to have father-son talks, and the 93 were spent with women -especially those with the perfect busty chests. Once, I remembered walking in on him, and I actually saw a sexy girl taking her top off in front of me. I didn't pass out, no, all I thought was Tsunade-oba-chan for that 2 seconds, wondering if her breasts were just as large as that young girl's…

If I had doubts of Tsunade's incredibly large breasts being smaller, just imagine what kind of chest that young woman had! Jiraiya was such a… bitch… no, sex-craving maniac! Even at the age of 53, his hormones were still so alive. Kind of made me wantHe was somebody who really needed andropause. In fact, I have been praying to kami-sama daily for Jiraiya to get andropause, therefore, he could train with me instead of training myself until exhaustion.

Sadly enough, my prayers weren't answered –and I was so desperate, too…

About those feelings of that special someone… like I said, it just wowed me. During the days that I was 12, I didn't sense it. But now, at the respectable age of 15, my hormones had roles in making my judgments. It all started when I decided to visit my old apartment, I was tired of sleeping in sleeping-bags and hotels, and all I wanted was to rest at a place I could truly call it a home. The old keys were kept with me the entire time; they were something that I couldn't let go of even if it may cost my life. Maybe great isolation gave me a want to return home in my heart.

As I spun my keys round and round on my index finger before putting into the dual locks, someone opened my apartment door.

My eyes bulged out for a second when I saw it was opened from the inside.

At first, I thought it was a thief. When I thought about it in milliseconds, no thief would come out the front door after a robbing session. Also, they wouldn't open the door so slowly. Shocked was only an understatement at that time.

"Who are you?" I questioned the stranger, who was a girl. Since I was at least 4 to 5 inches taller than her, I couldn't see her face completely other than her mouth when she was looking down timidly. She had short indigo coloured hair and a quite attractive body, and although the heart of the person was much more important than the physical appearance I couldn't help myself but to think why such a cute girl was at my home.

If it was up to me to decide how appealing she was, I had to say she was more than enough for me. Her body was small, yet it was mature. Curves were in the right places overall; her legs were slim, long, and perfectly suited for her adorable body; even if she had her arms in front of her chest I could tell she had very presentable and decent breasts. Any guy who cared to look at her could be attracted that easily if she ever showed the tiniest bit of seductiveness. However, her shyness certainly told me she was one conservative and cautious girl. It was such a pleasure to see a good looking girl, but why at my home?

Wait… why was she here?

"Gomen…" she said back in a quite tone, "I'm sorry that I am in your way."

"No, you aren't in my way…" I told her kindly as I continued to see how she looked like. From what she was holding, I found out they were liquid detergents, rubber gloves, real old clothes, feather dusters, and such. Was she cleaning my place just now? "Were you tidying up that dump in there?"

"It's not really a dump," she replied, looking inside instead of me, "It wasn't hard for me to deal with it."

"I never recalled hiring a maid to clean my place, miss… Did Tsunade-oba-chan do this for me?"

The girl immediately turned her head around to face me. I nearly jumped when I saw her cute face. Her eyes… they were so familiar, so beautiful, and yet this crystal-like, pupil-free lavender colour did not cross my mind at all! All I knew at that instant was that I knew her. But from where? Hell, even her voice was something that I liked. "You live here?"

"Yeah…" I answered, trying to blush at the fact she was looking me right in the eye to get the answers she wanted. She looked so familiar, yet this straight forwardness was not an attitude that matched a girl with lavender eyes that I met a long time ago. "This is my old place… and I haven't been back for 3 years…"

This time around, her cheeks were stained with a slightest bit of pink –which was very adorable in my opinion. But more importantly, tears were swelling in her beautiful eyes more and more as each second went by. I didn't want her to cry, hell, I didn't like anyone crying whether they were male or female, but I certainly didn't want to mess up my first encounter with this cute girl. First impressions were critical, and it was heading down towards a road of disaster.

Before I could say anything, this girl latched herself at me, hugging me so tightly in a way that I never felt for a long while. It wasn't love, no, but instead it felt like she cared about me. By now, she was soaking my black jacket with her tears, and with my human conscience still fairly active, I embraced her back gently.

"Hey," I called to her, although I didn't want this hug to end so soon, "Are you okay? You seemed like you have seen a ghost or something."

She only responded with one word. "Naruto-kun…"

Somehow, I suddenly had a clear idea of who she was. It was true that many people called me by the suffix 'kun', but only one person within my age would prefer to add that 'kun' in my name. I was so close, damn, I was there, but yet I still didn't remember her name! Jiraiya was right; I was an idiot!

"You are… you are…" Damn my brain… I needed to get her name before she tells me.

"I missed you…" she whispered in my chest pleasantly. My knees felt edgy, as if it wanted to fail on me now at such a critical stage of the game. Then again, I was somewhat used to it. "I can't believe you're back… after so long…"

I really shouldn't have done this, but I really couldn't remember her name. To the very least, Kyuubi could've came and helped me just a little. It wouldn't kill her just to refresh my memory if I bothered to recall. "Ano… may I know who you are?" Yes, yes, yes, that was real stupid.

"I'm hurt, Naruto-kun," she immediately said back. Not only did she break the embrace that I was carefully cherishing, her face looked genuinely sad. I felt so regretful beyond my expectations. "You really don't remember me?"

I had to think of something quick, or this kind, lovely girl would hate me. Hate… this word had become a trauma in my life. "No, no, no, miss!" I was practically declaring my words loudly due to panic, "It's not like I don't remember you… it's just… well, you look awfully familiar to a friend of mine… we never talked a lot and so her name just isn't clicking in… I know my words can't be justified but I do remember you! She has beautiful eyes like you, hell, I am sure that friend of mine is you!"

I knew I was making up bullshit…

"She blushes like you; she was as cute as you but you are pretty, too; she was kind-hearted; she was encouraging; and I know that she is in some… noble clan… and there was this other cold bastard at time…"

"Neji?" the mysterious girl in front of me questioned, blushing and smiling.

"Yeah," I said, right on the mark, "because he always hated Hinata…" Her face brightened right after that. Hinata… that was her name! "Hyuuga Hinata… You are Hyuuga Hinata…"

Her delightful smile was so true and wide that I couldn't fight the will of not wanting to smile. Her cheerfulness was contagious in a good way. "Naruto-kun!" she exclaimed with pure happiness as she embraced me again. This time, it was so hard and affectionate that I felt my bones making a crack. My body must've been stiff after all the excitement before, and I had to thank Hinata for curing it –although it wasn't much of a healing technique. She repeated my name a several more times –each one more soothing than the last. The sound of her voice intrigued me greatly, since it caused me to wonder why she was so delighted to see me again. Compared to Sakura, Hinata's greeting was obviously more welcoming. It was true that I didn't know Hinata too well (my fault, really) but there was an unmistakable hint of admiration being present.

I really didn't know Hinata was so warm. She also smelled lovely, as if my nose was inhaling the sweetness of winter frost mint. Finally, I felt myself at peace.

"It's good to see you again, Hinata," I whispered, not knowing what else could be possibly said.

"It's good to see you again, too," she repeated my words exactly, "It's been so long…"

"It has," I agreed, now watching her pretty face tainting with pink beneath her eyes. Did I ever consider her endearing with a blush? Whatever I thought of her in the past didn't matter now, all I strongly believed right now was Hyuuga Hinata was indeed a charming girl. Not to mention very warm-hearted. "How have you been?"

"Good… I just miss you…"

"You know I would be back, I promised everyone that, and Uzumaki Naruto doesn't break promises-"

"Because that's your nindo (ninja way)?" she finished for me, smiling with her head tilted to the right slightly. I was surprised to see her know that much about me. At the same time, it was kind of my motto at the time. Once I nodded, she giggled. "Have you seen anyone else yet?" Hinata asked before I could speak. Then, her face turned hopeful, "Or am I the first?"

I hated to burst her hopes, but honesty was always the best policy. "No, I met Sakura-chan, Tsunade-oba… I mean, Tsunade-sama, Iruka-sensei, and Kakashi-sensei before I came back here."

"How did they react when they saw you again?" she asked, obviously curious. I ignored her curiosity for the time being and decided to give her a straight answer.

"Happy, I guess, they are all important people in my life after all."

Her next question surely confused me. "What about Sakura?" By the expression she was giving me, Hinata appeared to be most interested in my comrade's reaction. As an experienced shinobi, my detection abilities told me her previous question was just an act to make this inquiry less obvious. That was when I started to know how Hinata felt towards me. And I was dumb enough to discard that fact; it would haunt me sooner or later.

"She asked me if she grew more attractive as a young woman," I elaborated casually with much neutrality. It was shocking to see myself actually careful with my words. Must've been those 'in-the-moment' things, I assumed in my head. "That was the first thing she said… I think… then she told me that I grew taller… even taller than her, since I was the shortest one on the team back then…"

"Is that all true?"

"What?"

"Is that all Sakura said? Did she do anything else?"

"Not really… she didn't even hug me… but you did though." The timid girl flushed up instantly upon hearing my comment. I had to tell her blushing suited her perfectly. A non-blushing Hinata just wasn't Hinata.

"Ano, Naruto-kun…"

"What is it, Hinata?"

"The things that you said about me… you know… me being cute…" This time around, it was my turn to stiff up and blush. Jiraiya's lesson miraculously kicked in the back of my head; I remember him saying that a ninja should never reveal his feelings despite it being big or small. Feelings were a nuisance on the battlefield, and almost any person could manipulate someone else's feelings against themselves. "Did you mean it?"

I couldn't deny it; Hinata was adorable and pretty. She wasn't 'hot-material', yet she was much more than enough for me. "Yes… I did…"

"No one ever complimented me like that before…" Hinata stated, her lips curving upward further. I didn't know how kind she appeared with a smile, but then again I thought everyone looked great with genuine happiness. It crushed me to see sadness, maybe it was because I was so exposed to it when I was younger. Hell, it wasn't like I wasn't experiencing it now. In fact, loneliness played a big part in my life –until my days are over and sent 6 feet underground possibly. Moreover, my intuitions predicted my death would be a national holiday amongst the villagers despite the Hokage never made such a day.

A lot of people wanted to see me dead, and I had to admit I was wishing for the same thing.

"Seriously?" I questioned, surprised at her reasoning.

She nodded back shyly in my chest, and that was when I realized that we were still holding another in our arms. I quickly reacted in a way to show that I wanted to break free, but her arms remained still. It was heart-warming to have someone hugging me, since no one had hugged me over these 3 years. I didn't know if leaving with Jiraiya was such a good idea after a month, I mean, all I got to discover was the deeper meaning of the word 'isolation'.

If Kyuubi wasn't there as a friend or a bitch, hey, consider Uzumaki Naruto insane!

"Hinata," I said, with my hand holding her chin so she could look at me. First of all, I never enjoyed talking to someone's hair; secondly, I wanted to see her blush. I was quite a jerk, yes. As expected, her face reddened but she couldn't pull away –no thanks to me, of course. It was then when she started to struggle a little; I couldn't help a chuckle leaving my lips. She just looked too cute. "You available?"

"Now?"

"Now."

"I'm not busy… just a little tired…"

"From cleaning my place? Hinata, you really shouldn't have." I knew she did this for me voluntarily, but still… we weren't the closest of friends, and yet she had to go through all this trouble. I felt bad; real awful in fact. There was no way that I could leave this gratefulness unattended, and therefore, I had to thank Hinata somehow.

"But I wanted to…"

"Why?" I asked, trying hard to pry into her heart. I just didn't understand why Hyuuga Hinata had to do this for a demon. Unintentionally, I pulled her body closer to mine, and our faces were centimetres from another. Lavender eyes looked away to the right, where as mine watched hers carefully. There seemed to be some hesitance, perchance she even wanted to avoid my question, but I couldn't afford to let it slide. I had a chance to know Hyuuga Hinata 3 years ago, and I threw it away unknowingly because all I could think of was Sakura, training, beating Sasuke in everything, and doing things my way because I thought they were safe.

And to think I was actually mature back then... what a joke!

"Naruto-kun…"

"Is it because you knew that I was going to come back eventually, thus, you didn't want me to sleep in a dusty place where I could get sick?"

Hearing upon my random justification, it surprised me to see Hinata bobbing her head up and down nodding. "Yes, yes, yes," she said in a quick hurry, "I didn't want Naruto-kun to be at a bad home… I know you wouldn't like it if you have to sleep in a dirty place… because you would be ill afterwards…" I raised a brow at her answer immediately. Did I trust her? No, of course not. Hinata was a very bad liar, but who was I to question her? I was a mere acquaintance; not a friend even. Even so, I pretended that I believed her, and she seemed to relax once I nodded to comply.

Really now, my place was just spotless, and all I was looking at was only the living-room. I couldn't imagine how much effort Hinata put into this, and it was more than enough to make my eyes turn to stun.

"Hinata…"

"What is it, Naruto-kun?"

"You hungry?" Was it a Hyuuga trait to be able to blush that much? Becauseher face turned redand delighted when she nodded. "Come, I will take you out to dinner." My blue eyes narrowed a bit, why did she go all timid this time around? All I said was to take her out to dinner. Didn't she deserve one for being so friendly and nice? I didn't need to observe her, because her body was still in contact with mine due to the embrace that we failed to break.

"You're…" Hinata was pretty much excited, but her timidity appeared to win over her exuberance. In short, she didn't know how to express her endless joy. "Like a date… Naruto-kun, you're asking me to go out?" Those pearly violet eyes glimmered with hope; I never seen her so happy before –even more than the time I said "I like people like you" right before I fought Hyuuga Neji. Like I said, her happiness was very contagious.

"No…" I replied back, not knowing how I was supposed to say, "I am asking you if you want to come with me… wait… that's the same thing…" She giggled at my behaviour, in which it wasn't much of a help, "Let me say it again… I am telling you that I want to take you out to dinner, and it's your choice whether or not you care to join me because I am going with or without you."

Hinata's cheeks then expanded in a pout; she was practically telling me that I was being mean. Her cuteness level was above the charts, and my face couldn't stop flushing up when I realized we were still connected in a hug. Such a marvellous young woman, and I truly didn't want to let go. Without me knowing, Hinata didn't want to either.

"Naruto-kun…"

"What is it?"

"Can you do me a favour?" she asked, pulling me closer and tighter to deepen our embrace.

"Sure."

"Can you say 'I want to take you out, Hinata'?" the said girl spoke ever sorapidly that I barely heard her. She was as red as a strawberry; it was quite obvious she summoned all the courage she had within her to ask me something like that. In my opinion, it wasn't a big deal, but then again, I understood how Hinata felt about me vividly now. She wanted to be cared for; wanted to have someone to be there for her; and more so… she just needed to be appreciated. Hinata's actions were so real, so real that I could never assume her to be lying, because those eyes gave off more than enough information.

I was a sympathetic guy deep down despite I had this new persona to be a jerk. It was tough to be mean at someone so sincere, and maybe even poured her heart out just to make my life slightly more comfortable. I was quite sure Hinata knew plenty of trials made my life into what it was (a mess) but she did whatever she could despite it could be so insignificant in the end that I may simply discard it without realizing it.

When I thought about it, perhaps Hinata had done quite a bit of things for me in the past, but most likely I misinterpreted it as Sakura's kindness. After growing up a little outside the village, I finally understood Sakura never cared that much about me. No, not that she didn't care, it was just she didn't know how to cherish a friend such as myself until I failed to find Sasuke. I didn't blame Sakura for being not mature enough, well, I wasn't much of a fully grown human being either, but in the end Sakura did learn. Hinata, on the other hand, was always so… she always knew how to be considerate towards others. The word care resembled the girl in my arms ever so perfectly.

Recalling every miracle from getting ointments for injuries; a small snack appearing from nowhere because I trained in the middle of nowhere; a set of ninja weapons that came in the mail on my 12th birthday; the orange jumpsuit that I always wore as a genin that was given to me on Christmas; it all fitted together. I didn't know who was kind enough to make me feel loved, but I had an idea that time when I tried out Hinata's ointment during the chunnin exam.

It felt familiar, like I tried it before not too long ago. That one was better than the first, as if the maker had new touches to improve his/her work, and I was more than delighted to say it was great. Sadly enough, I was so excited to see myself recover that I completely forgot the moments in my memories –especially about the old ointment I received when I was younger. Also, seeing Hinata being pummelled badly made my blood boil, and all my mind repeated was "Don't give up, Hinata". Unfortunately, when Jiraiya took me away for training, I nearly forgotten everything my friends have done for me in the past.

Watching Hinata squirm pleasantly was a great way to refresh all that was ignored in my deepest sub-consciousness. My mind indeed grew sharper, at last I had a clue as to who did all those grateful things for me in the past. The ointment… Hinata made ointments, and the new one I tried from her during my genin days was a much better improvement than the one I had when I was a boy. The style of it was identical; the smell of jasmine but sensation of spearmint. Hinata… how could I have been so incredibly foolish! I didn't know how to thank her, and it was no doubt a simple dinner would be sufficient enough compared to the kindness she gave.

All of these thoughts came crashing in my mind within seconds, and I waspretty muchspeechless. The person who showed me the way was in my arms, hugging me closely so we could share each others' warmth, smiling with the cutest blush so I knew how it felt like to be close to a human being, and all she wanted was to hear something she deserved so her heart would be filled with joy. Was I in the position not to agree with her terms?

I thought not.

"Hinata," I called to her, my eyes watching hers to make ideal eye-contact. In a natural reaction, Hinata's face flooded with pink, "Would you like to have dinner with me? I want to take you out." No words came out of her mouth that moment. However, she displayed happiness and excitement, and then in a flash she buried her head into my chest while nuzzling with a moan. Hinata was very cute; just so endearing for the soul. "I would take that as a yes then?"

"Yes… Naruto-kun…"

"What is it?"

"I would love to go with you." Her statement made me smile. It caused me to wonder how many times she was able to make me grin within this short amount of time. Her happiness was contagious.

"Where should we head to then?"

"Anywhere is fine. What about my things, you know, the cleaning things…"

"Leave them here." She nodded happily before breaking the embrace at last to put her things back in. A sudden desire for her to hold me overwhelmed in my heart miraculously when she left, since the coldness crept all around my skin as soon as I lacked her presence. As night covered the skies, I failed to notice the drop of the temperature, and I was only warm because Hinata was here. I observed her movements as her long smooth legs walked into the kitchen; her motions were soft; her footsteps were gentle; her aura was graceful… Just everything about Hinata was soft –and her breasts had to be the softest things I have ever felt!

Not trying to be a pervert, but her chest was pretty much touching mine the entire time.

"Should we get going?" she inquired with a peaceful tone as she stepped out of my door before closing and locking it with her own set of keys. "Where do you want to go?"

"I haven't been at Ichikaru's for a while now…" I told her, not knowing if a young woman in a noble family liked to eat food that belonged to the medium class civilians.

"Sure, let's go then." Hinata quickly agreed in a chirp. This was much easier than I first anticipated.

Seconds later, the two of us walked down the insane amount of stairs to the streets in silence while heading towards our destination; Ichikaru Ramen –which was merely a few minutes away if my memories were still in check. We didn't hold hands (although I didn't mind if we did) during the trip, maybe I felt it was too farfetched. However, I kept stealing glimpses of her to see her beauty –even if it was only for a several seconds. I was confident that Hinata looked at me as well from time to time, since the ground just couldn't satisfy her desires for entertainment.

I wondered what sort of eyes she used to watch me, could it have been the same eyes I used to observe her? In all honesty, my eyes radiated nothing but admiration and want for her to be close to me. I never had this emotion before towards any girl, why did Hinata bring up this lost desire? Was it guilt that relentlessly ordered me to fix up past mistakes? Or perhaps it was my curiosity to know a new person? Could it be because Hyuuga Hinata fascinated me than I first expected? Maybe Hinata was just beautiful to me.

I have came to a conclusion that satisfied all; it was all of the above.

As we reached closer and closer to our destination, the anxiousness I had to be with Hinata grew more evidently with each passing step. Her shyness was like an aura, anyone could sense the thrill she was trying to keep inside her heart. In short, I knew she was going to explode with joy the moment we sit down.

Little did I know, as my feelings for Hinata becomes vaster, there would be greater regret than I could afford...

What an idiot I was…

AN: This fic is all based on fluff and romance, no action whatsoever! A love triangle wouldn't hurt either. I wonder who the other girl should be… Who knows when I would update this, but all I know is I attempted to make the Naruto sector a better… or a more welcoming place than endless infestation. I shall leave you all now, later…

School is gonna start! Now if you will excuse me, I want to take cover before every one of you start to kill me for reminding you such a terrible, awful fate that is upon us.