Illiana; this has been in BB's computer, and she needed to put it up. Hope you like it.

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He was the day, she was the night. He was bright, attention-getting, able to illuminate even the darkest of hearts. She was quiet, in the shadows, able to observe even the secretive of minds.

Both had secrets they did not wish to share. His were hidden behind a bright smile, and a loud voice. Hers were hidden behind a soft blush, and a quiet stutter.

Both knew the looks of hatred. His came from the ones he annoyed, the ones he did not know. They did not like the brightness of the day. Hers came from the ones she disappointed, the ones she knew best. They did not like the quiet of the night.

Opposites must attract, and attract they do. The moment she saw the day, the brightness, she had to be near him. His hair the color of the sun, his eyes the color of the sky. He walked with such joy, such brilliance, and he fought with a determination that was beyond her.

But she was night, and night hid in the shadows of the day, not in the light of it. So she waited, and watched, praying that one day, the day would stop loving the earth, and start loving the night.

It took years for the day to notice the night, but when he did, he noticed well. Her eyes were the moon, her hair the sky, glittering stars hidden it it's depths. She walked with grace, with poise, and she fought with an inner strength that shown so brightly to him.

The day spoke to the night, and the night could not believe it. She built her courage, and told the day what she wished to tell him. That she loved him.

The day was shocked. He wondered how such an amazing creature could love him. He asked her, and she told him.

"I am but a reflection of you."

"Momma, what did the day say?" The little blue haired girl asked, her eyes wide.

"All the day did was kiss her. He couldn't think of anything else to do." The woman sighed. "And it's bedtime for little girls."

The woman pulled the blanket up to the girl's chin, and kissed her forehead. "Goodnight, Hana."

"Night, Momma"

The woman walked to the door, her midnight blue hair fluttering behind her. She turned to glance at her daughter, who was already falling asleep, with moonlike eyes. She turned the light off, and slipped into the hall.

"You told her that story again." She jumped slightly, and spun, to see her husband watching her, amused.

"Oh course, It is my favorite." She said softly.

The man stood tall, his eyes blue like a brilliant June sky. His hair stood at it's end, a brilliant blonde like the great sun. He stepped towards her, and she stepped towards him.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, and her arms wrapped around his shoulders.

"And the day pressed his lips against hers, and the night was joyful." Hinata whispered, as Naruto kissed her deeply.