My first Naruto fic.
Disclaimed.
He always loved her eyes.
Whenever she was happy, they sparkled like the sea on a hot summer's day, when the sun's rays manage to hit its surface just right.
Even when she was sad, her eyes were still the most beautiful things he has ever seen. Her eyes were like diamonds being forged in heat, and her tears were imperfection incarnate, clinging to her eye lashes like grass and morning dew, streaking down her flaming cheeks, and finally dying to the kiss of her lips- each droplet leaving her stronger and, dare he say it, more beautiful than ever before.
He never thought that someone already so painstakingly beautiful can be even more so.
Even when she was angry, when her eyes were like frozen shards in the dead of winter, or when they were simmering with barely controlled rage- he thought they were beautiful.
When she was embarrassed, he savoured her downcast eyes and batting eyelashes. Her being who she is, it's rare to catch her off guard, and even more unlikely- embarrassed.
But when you do, savour it for it's rarer than a blue moon.
For all his fascination with her eyes, he loved it even more when he can't see them.
He loves it when her eyes retreat to the back of her head, her mouth open as if trapped in a silent never ending prayer as their breaths come in short bursts- intermingling in the limited space between them.
He loves it when her eyelids flutter to a close beside him, her hair spilling down both of their bodies, her side pressed against his right arm as he thumbs through a worn-out book.
He secretly loves it when she silently turns around and wordlessly asks him to braid her hair. Her eyes shut, as he does his ministrations on her silky blonde hair.
He loves it when she sits in the middle of their backyard, clearing her mind, cleansing her soul, feeling the very life force of everything around her- achieving nirvana…
Just watching her, lifts burdens on his shoulders that he didn't even know existed.
For all his fascination with her eyes, he sometimes curses himself for being who he is.
Maybe if he wasn't a prodigy, he wouldn't have been subjected to advanced ninja training; he could have at least held on to emotions he could show her, to show her how unguarded he was with her, how he appreciates her, and will cherish and care for her 'til kingdom come- just like she does to him.
Maybe if he wasn't an Uchiha, his eyes would be more vibrant, rather than a dull charcoal colour.
Maybe she deserves someone more expressive.
Maybe…
Maybe…
And one day, when he finally tells her everything, her eyes sparkles with a new emotion that he's never seen on her. Her lips curled teasingly before she laughs her melodious laugh, and proceeds to show him everything that she loved about him.
Later on, as he stares down at her, her lips closed and her chest rising and falling in deep sleep, her lips parted in a content smile...
This time he can't help but ignore that in favour of the little blonde-haired, obsidian-eyed infant cradled against her chest, looking at him with clouded eyes.
Maybe he can love his eyes as well as he loves hers.
This is a drabble dump. Primarily Fem!Naru/Itachi or Fem!Itachi/Naruto.
If you don't like that, no one's forcing you to read, no?
Merci Beaucoup.