Naruto laid on his futon, going over the events of the horrible day. He went over the invasion of Nagato, or as everyone else knew him by, Pain. He had noticed that Pain's name rung true. The village, and it's people, were in pain of their loss. It was most likely the worst time of destruction since the invasion of Kyubi.
Naruto winced inwardly as he thought about it. He had lost control over his emotions, and his rage had let loose the four-tailed cloak near instantaneously. His rage permitted him to jump to the sixth-tail transformation. And, when he had been trapped in the mass of stone that Nagato had created, went into the eighth-tail. He had been so near breaking the seal, that the Kyubi could have been set free, and cause more damage than what was already inflicted.
He was also going over meeting his father. The meeting angered, and joyed him. He fought inwardly with himself to get over the fact they had placed the demon inside their only child, and left him to the horrible life he had lead when he was younger.
And finally, he had an emotional impact from Hinata's blunt confession. It was unlike her, he noticed, to ever speak in such a confident manner. The blond thought back to a previous event, the time Sakura had confessed her "love" for him.
'I'm lying to myself? Do you know how hard it is for a girl to confess her love for someone?' She had declared.
Naruto thought over this. Hinata had not wished him to do anything like giving up his hunt for his lost friend, Sasuke, but nearly gave her life to try and save him. That instant, he knew that the Hyuuga actually loved him. He felt an odd warmth enter him as he came across this realization, and began mulling over all the times he had seen her.
He thought over it, and every time he and she had met eyes, or been near each other, she was usually blushing, or doing everything in her ability to help him. He noticed that her disposition with her clan was most similar with his problem as the Jinchuuriki, because she had been shunned in her clan because she was weak, and a lesser fighter than her sister. Her father had never really recognized her. Naruto had the same problem, he could barely do most anything, and the villagers shunned him because of his beast.
Now, through his careful thought and consideration, Hinata understood him. She looked up to him. She wanted to be recognized by him, and walk evenly by his side. He slapped himself inwardly, chastising himself for being such a blind fool to the girl's obvious emotions.
It was then that he had clearly resolved in his head to at least try to talk to her, and maybe go out on a date with her. He never felt the way he did now, where he felt warm and an odd tingly sensation inside. He liked it. And in the morning, he would go to talk to Hinata. He turned off his lamp to rest for the last portion of the night.
