Disclaimer: I do not own NARUTO. I do not take part of the creation, production and distribution of the said anime. The characters belong to Kishimoto Masashi. This fic is written for pure enjoyment and is highly fictional. If such occurrences happen to the original plot, then it is a case of pure coincidence.

Fandom: NARUTO by Masashi Kishimoto.

Summary: Hinata decided to confess to Naruto indirectly, using a genin as a substitute. The problem: Naruto hired his best ninjas to hunt the guy down. NaruHina.

Warning: Occasional OOCness and spoilers. You had been warned.

Pairings: Basically, NaruHina with ShikaTema, NejiTen, ChoujiOC, and SakuLeeSasuIno.

Genre: Romance/Humor

Well, that ends the legal stuff… Now comes my sincerest apology to all my beloved readers. I just can't work well with plot holes. And I really need to edit the whole fic. If you hate me for this, hunt me for this; kill me for this, then I will die a happy soul knowing you read my fic. Domo Arigatou, minna.

Wanna ask why? Please visit my profile page, then. I don't want to stall anyone because of my ramblings.

Confusion over Tea and Ice

By Adelle-chan

A mighty pain to love it is,

And 't is a pain that pain to miss;

But of all pains, the greatest pain

It is to love, but love in vain.

-Abraham Cowley (1618 - 1667)-

Chapter 1

More stacks of paper that was what he saw. Bulky documents and scrolls that were either sitting comfortably on his table or carefully placed beside it. He estimated about a thousand of trees were sacrificed to make all these papers. Not that he's part of any organization promoting the restoration and care of Mother Nature. Scratch that, he is a part of an organization, something about "Clean and Green Movement" thingy. Though he only joined because Sai, his advisor, forced him (He is the leader of the Hidden Village of Leaf) and for him, more logging means more papers means more work.

This was one of the prices to pay to become a Hokage.

When he was younger all he ever wanted was to be loved by his fellow villagers. It was tough, him being the Nine Tails brat, but eventually he earned their respect, the respect to last a lifetime with a bonus of a year worth of paperwork! God bless the person who invented cloning techniques.

At the age of eighteen, he was the Nine Tails brat no more who uses pranks just to express his feelings. He was and is Uzumaki Naruto, RokudaimeHokage-sama.

He couldn't help but mock himself for sounding so gay. But reflecting of the past will not get him anywhere, especially when his work was multiplying arithmetically by the passing and Izumo, who volunteered to help the current Hokage in any way, would be the prime suspects. They were the self-proclaimed Hokage's personal deliverymen.

As if on cue, the two chuunins knocked lightly at the door.

Naruto could feel a headache forming. He couldn't device a better way to torture himself than to spend an entire day ramen-deprived, writing at scrolls and reading reports. He discreetly cleared his throat and said in an authoritarian voice, "Enter."

The great oak doors opened revealing two figures each carrying a tower of scrolls and reports. "Rokudaime-sama," they bowed in respect. Naruto was amazed at how they managed to bow so low without letting go of the scrolls.

He straightened at his seat and prepared his speech. "Place them on the chair." He waved a hand at the chair in front of him, sounding every bit of a Hokage he is. With that voice, he immediately added, "The ones near the cabinet are finished. You can deliver them to their proper agencies. The ones on the far-end corner belong to Sai. I want him to sort the laws according to their purposes and have them properly summarized before Friday. Also, call every ninja needed in the preparation for the Peace Treaty scheduled next week. I wish to know how the preparations are proceeding. Arrange the meeting room tomorrow before lunch."

"Yes sir." As gently as they could they placed the reports to where Naruto instructed them to, careful not to push the reports and make them fly away again. Naruto threw a hissy fit that day and it was not a fun experienced. After that they quickly sorted out the files that needed to be delivered.

"By the way, Hokage-sama," Kotetsu spoke all of the sudden.

"Yes?"

"How do you manage to complete your tasks so quickly? It would have taken Tsunade-sama a month to finish what you had accomplished for merely two days."

Naruto chuckled. "Kotetsu-niichan, that is the brilliance of the Kage-Bunshin no Jutsu." The Rokudaime winked at them. The two stared at him with awe. "By the way, thank you for volunteering yourselves to help me with my work. It really means a lot to me." The two smiled shyly, with Izumo hiding the slight reddening of his face with his bangs. When they were done,

"Oh and uh…" He was supposed to say they should bring ramen when they come back again but his cellphone started ringing and cut him off. It read:

From: Granny

Subject: Yo!

To: Bratling

Hey there, bratling. I'll be visiting today so you better be prepared for it. How are you? How's your love life? Hurry up and give me grandchildren already!

The Rokudaime literally crushed the phone in his hand with overflowing chakra /8/, making the two volunteers jumped back. The current Hokage throwing a hissy fit was not a good sight. They gawked at the Hokage with fear. Definitely not a good sight.

Meanwhile, Naruto was cursing the former Hokage with all the curses he knew, forming new combinations as well. How dare she? Just because the old lady gave him the title doesn't mean she adopted him and has the right to tell him to get a child. He glanced at his newly-bought-and-just-been-broken cellphone. He really should stick with the old-but-long-lasting ones. Or maybe buy that new one charka-proof one.

"H-Hokage-sama…" That squeak interrupted his daily brooding.

"Yeah?" He looked up from his newly demolished seed of technology and flashed the two chuunin his sincerest smile of gratitude. "Oh! I'm sorry, the old lady texted again. Uh… Prepare for her arrival and when she does, tell her to stop making me want to kill her, and that I won't be getting married soon… or having a baby, for that matter. Heck, I don't even have a girlfriend."

The two appeared to be uncertain for a moment but decided not to comment on that. "Yes, sir."

"Okay, you're dismissed."

Just when they were about to leave, Izumo promptly remembered something very important. "Hokage-sama, there is a special person who is downstairs right now wanting to see you."

"Indeed?" Naruto learned to speak articulately. It's one of the responsibilities of a Hokage. One should never use words of a downtown thug. "And who, perchance, is it?"

"A Hyuuga, sir," Kotetsu clarified. "A certain Hyuuga would like to see you."

"Alone," Izumo added.

Two golden eyebrows furrowed as the Hokage tried to recall that certain Hyuuga wishing to speak to him. Realization dawned to him. "What could possibly Neji wants?" His two subordinates stared at him squarely. "Okay, so it's not Neji. Hiashi-sama then? Does he wish to speak about village matters? He enjoyed it the last time we had it."

If Naruto weren't the Hokage, the two would have flung what they were carrying at him. But they couldn't, shouldn't and wouldn't. They respected him that much. "It's his daughter, your Excellency," Izumo said.

"Hanabi?"

However, no matter how much they respected the blond, there are times when they want to give him extra brain cells.

The two looked at each other before Kotetsu finally showed some courage and decided to tell the kid directly. "Hinata would like to see you, Hokage-sama."

"Hinata wants to see me?" The Hokage's eyes sparkle a pretty shade of blue. "I mean… She does. Why wouldn't she, right?" He chuckled to himself then cleared his throat. "Send her in. Immediately. No, wait! Don't send her in just yet. My office is in a disaster. Uhmm…" The Hokage was in a panic.

"We'll send her in after thirty minutes?" Izumo supplied with a big grin.

"Right. Thank you. God bless you. Send her in after thirty minutes," Naruto ordered. "And you're dismissed."

"Yes, sir!" They saluted and left the office, leaving a very panicky Hokage behind.

"What was that?" Kotetsu asked when they were floors away from the building.

"A very flustered teenager," Izumo replied casually.

"I know that. What I meant was—"

"Why was he, the great Rokudaime Hokage, Uzumaki Naruto-sama, so flustered?"

"You've read my mind."

"I don't know but whatever it was, I don't want to talk about it. Heaven knows what would become of the Rokudaime once the occurrence of a panicking Hokage reaches the very ears of Tsunade-sama," the chuunin said.

"Though she'd want to know; she'd certainly interrogate us about the Rokudaime's reaction on her message," his companion concluded.

"Yeah. But more importantly…" He nudged the jounin to the far end corner of the lobby. "There's our girl."

There stood a pretty young woman of pale skin, midnight-blue hair and pearly eyes inherited deeply from her Hyuuga ancestors. Hyuuga Hinata, the Hyuuga heiress, was almost the perfect image of a young woman blooming into a very fine lady. She would have if she weren't playing with her fingers, habit that she developed at a very young age that showed her nervousness.

"Hyuuga Hinata, the Rokudaime Hokage-sama has accepted your invitation. You are requested at the Hokage Office and to report within precisely thirty minutes, no more, no less," Kotetsu announced dramatically.

"Good luck, Hinata-chan." Izumo wished her good luck. "Why don't you go and get a drink at the cafeteria? Thirty minutes is a long time."

The girl smiled shyly. "Thank you very much." She bowed so low at them so that they would not notice the reddish tint on her cheeks. "I'll be taking my leave now." She quickly marched her way to the Fire Building cafeteria.

"Another flustered teenager," Kotetsu commented at Hinata's retreating back. His partner nodded in agreement. "Kids these days…"

"I know."

Hyuuga Hinata thought this day wouldn't come. The day she'd confess to her life long love about her true feelings. She knew clearly what she was supposed to do. She had this already planned. First, she'd tell a story about her feelings and her fruitless ways of saying it to him, using some guy so that she wouldn't get uncomfortable confessing it to him. Then she'd ask him what, in his opinion, is the best way to confess her true feelings. And when he does, she'll confess.

If he shares them, then she'd be jumping on the rooftops after she faints. If he declines and says their just friends and he would like to continue their relationship as it is, she would leave with a big smile of empathy and a broken heart.

Her heart would be badly scarred by then, but at least the heavy feeling she has kept for more than a decade now would be lifted.

When she told them months ago that she plans to tell the person directly, they were screaming their lungs out at Ino's house. When she told them she doesn't know how, she was sure they wanted to strangle her.

So they come up with this plan—the most direct way out of all the indirect ways of confessing your true feelings.

She just hoped God was listening to her prayers right now.