So, this is an entry on request for a NaruHina fluffy day event.. a little more lighthearted than my usual stuff, but not a complete walkover.
It'll be a multi chapter story but won't take longer than a week to finish, enjoy!
Don't forget to leave a review .
~Raven
A gentle green breeze brushed wayward blonde strands of hair off his forehead as he sat back on an old bench in the all but deserted courtyard, eyes closed as his head tilted towards the setting sun, the artist watched as blurred colours darted across the insides of his eyelids.
An unexpected gust of wind blew the few remaining loose sheets of a thesis across the empty courtyard, the pale slender hand which had let them escape her grasp fruitlessly stretching out suddenly to catch them before running hurriedly across the cobbled pavilion, stooping down to pick up the papers from where the weakening wind had dropped them, frowning slightly as she stood up to rearrange them and tuck them safely into her shoulder bag.
His brow furrowed as his thought travelled to the nearly complete canvas awaiting him in his studio apartment, his hands stretching out in front of him as his fingers joined together to mimic a photo frame in front of him, desperately searching for the missing element to his latest artwork.
Breathing a sigh of relief that her coursework was all in place she stood for a moment, transfixed by the sun as it touched the horizon in the distance, the sky erupting in a myriad of reds and ambers, her thoughts wandered again to that which had been bothering her before she had been so abruptly jerked from her thoughts- her sister's medical expenses were raking up much higher than she thought, and they wouldn't be able to cover it unless she came across some quick cash soon.
Slowly opening his eyes, the artist looked up to the first thing he saw through the square made by his outstretched fingers, a dark mane of midnight hair rippling as a pale delicate hand swept it over one shoulder revealing a slender column of creamy neck. Cerulean eyes widened, breath catching as amber beams of the setting sun's softened light illuminated a delicate, somewhat aristocratic face enshrouded in a haze of inky dark hair.
This is it.
His hands itched at his sides, longing for a paint brush, mind a kaleidoscope of colours blending into each other as the image of her eyes burned itself into his mind.
This is it
What he was missing, the final piece to complete his artwork. The feature, model enough to inspire many more weeks' worth canvases. A fiery personality, a mind as sharp as the intensity of her gaze, the face of an angel, and the mind, he was sure if he had a chance to meet it, would rival a sphinx.
This is it!
A head of blonde spiky hair approaching her from the corner of her line of vision interrupted her musings, instantly turning to note the stained clothes and paint-streaked hair of who was no doubt an artist at the University's creative art courses. The man who approached her was a good several inches taller than her, tanned skin bronzed in the soft light of the setting sun, yellow hair dyed golden by the same sun's rays. Steady even paces, a set jaw and glint in his cerulean blue eyes, told her he was presumably approaching her with the intent to ask her of something, and he was assured of her response in the positive for some reason.
Despite having spent much time with Sasori, often around the arts buildings on campus, she'd never seen this particular student before, which gave her the impression he must have been relatively new to the area.
And something in the slight tilt of his head told her he wasn't truly seeing her anymore- he was seeing his own world, of colours and shapes, and as he finally stood a few feet away from her, as she felt a reluctant blush dust her cheeks at the intensity of his gaze as he towered over her, lean and lithe and as attractive as they come (though she would not openly admit to thinking as such), he seemed too lost in his world of artwork to say anything, leaving her to grow confused as to what exactly was going on behind those strikingly blue eyes of his.
A puzzle
Maybe he'd heard of Sasori and knew of her relationship with the red haired artist? Or perhaps she'd misread his behaviour entirely and he was looking for his way around, might have been lost or something?
Opening her mouth slightly, about to ask him what he wanted, schooling her features into a polite smile, she started to greet him before finding herself interrupted by his words.
"Model for me."
Her eyes widened with surprise as she registered his words.
It wasn't as though the idea of modelling for artists was new to her; it was, after all, what she did for Sasori on a regular basis. But she was surprised by the boldness behind his low, smooth command.
This, coming from a man she didn't even known, hadn't even seen for more than a minute.
"I'm sorry, who are you?" She asked, trying to keep the skeptical edge out of her voice.
"I mean, I'll pay you! And it'll only be a few hours for a few days. Please."
What does he want? Was he being sincere? An innocent need to paint her? She eyed him suspiciously, yet nothing about the way he carried himself was anywhere near indicative of his having an ulterior motive. Then why? How strange.
She was intrigued, she decided, as she watched the gears whir in his head, thoughts surely taking him far further than their conversation in the deserted, windswept courtyard.
She did need the money, after all.
Maybe she could solve this puzzle?
"I'd love to. Hinata Hyuga." She held out a hand in greeting, a genuine smile dressing her lips as she realised she hadn't even gotten a reply to her question on his identity.
His large, calloused hand enveloped her in a firm, reassuring grip as he shook her hand, a grin on his face as he introduced himself. "I'm Naruto. Naruto Uzumaki."