Author's Note:This is a Naruto and Hinata romance fic, there will be lots of drama, romance, fluff, and a bit of action/adventure. It is going to resemble the movie The Notebook in a sense that Old Naruto is telling Old Hinata – who doesn't remember – the story of their lives. However, it will be Narutofied, meaning it will most be twisted into a Naruto world fanfiction.

Disclaimer:I do not own Naruto nor do I own The Notebook.

The Notebook: Naruto Style by Lourdes-Sunrise-Princess

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When someone saw the form of a very energetic being practically bouncing along the streets of Konohagakure, they would never notice that this lively person would in fact be an old man. His bright orange kimono with black strips only made his cheerful aura even more intense. He physically appeared younger than any average man of eighty: his hair – although a faded grey – did not fail to shine with radiance only rivaled by the sun; and while his face possessed many wrinkles, most were situated at the corner of his striking ocean-blue eyes - clear proof which stated he enjoyed smiling. In his hand he held a single object…a notebook.

Although to him, it was so much more.

Turning around the familiar corner, a tall maize building appeared in his hazy line of vision. A faint smile graced his chapped lips, ' Seems like I didn't get lost today ' he thought with what he convinced his old mind was arrogance. The structure wasn't verily large, and it was very simple. Raising his head slightly he read the only sign on the front, "Konohagakure's Nursing Home for the Elderly". As he approached the heavenly smell of an assortment of flowers invaded his nostrils causing him halt for a moment…only a moment. He couldn't allow his senses to waste time…besides she always smelled better.

The regular gentle chimes of bells rang as he swung the front doors open with surprising strength, but no one seemed to notice.

"Akemi!" Pausing slightly at the false name, the man turned and saw one of the many nurses which greeted him on his daily visits, "You're here again, gosh you never give up do you?" She playful taunted, her forest green eyes glittering in the sunlight: it was a beautiful day.

He could feel his eyes twinkle with mirth as he registered how true her words were, "Nope never..." He grinned at a memory, and added.

"…Believe it!"

As he passed by the amused, young nurse and suddenly felt a recognizable thrill pass through his entire body, freezing him. His pulse quickened, but the physical rush was washed over with desirable warmth which managed to make him weak at the knees…heck, it made him weak all over! But he didn't care, it was the type of rush one receives from adrenaline…the good kind. Maybe…just maybe today Kami would show him some mercy.

The line he waited in finally reached him; he snapped out of his daze and stepped forward with an extra bounce in his step.

"Hello Sir, what may I do…? Akemi!" The middle-aged red-head behind the counter dropped her clipboard rather carelessly, her face beaming at the common visitor, " Came again did ya?"

"Yep!" Akemi replied firmly. Grinning he stole her blue pen, winking as brown eyes stared at him; shocked at his reflexes: neatly he wrote his 'name' on the formal visitor sheet, "But really Yumi my dear…did you expect anything different?"

He let his unstable legs lead him in the direction where he knew he would spend the rest of the day. Soon enough, he raised his eyes and looked at the bright coral staircase which would steer him to the second floor, and inconveniently it was not a short journey.

What did these people think they were doing?

A staircase that big was surely going to give him another stroke!

"Humph they think they can challenge me again?! Ha you're going down evil staircase of doom!" Another lovely feature of ageing: reaching the boundaries which steered you into insanity. Although his symptoms were more…humorous…yes humorous.

However, despite his age, several years of training had made him immune to these types of daily obstacles. He couldn't help but feel sorry for the other visitors who would be forced to climb the long staircase… although most of the people living in Konoha were ninja's as well so there really was nothing to fuss over in the first place. Ah how his weary mind spent countless hours contemplating useless pieces of information.

Room 210.

His grip on the blue notebook tighten, he bite his lower lip until he tasted the copper flavor of blood in his mouth. He didn't know how long he stood in front of the plain white door, but he ignored the time while taking a deep breath to calm the raging emotions he felt in his soul, making his ageing body feel like raw skin, numb and unfeeling. Gripping the golden knob, he winced as the door gave a whiny squeak. The two individuals in the room acknowledged his existence by turning towards him with confusion plastered on both their feminine faces.

Then suddenly – the younger of the two: the nurse smiled, and sent him a grateful look. He had seen her everyday ever since he started coming to the Village's nursing home. Ayameko was only in her late twenties, but even so she had become his dearest friend at the nursing home, after all they both interacted with the same patient so why not? She was quiet a pretty woman, with her auburn hair that ended at her waist, her amber eyes almost large on her thin face. She was such a sweetheart too, it made him want to adopt her as his newest grandchild." Akemi you don't know how glad I am to see you! It seems like none of the medical jutsus are getting through…neither are the physiological treatments!"

" Calm down Ayameko-chan, what physiological treatments?" He asked purposely ignoring the other person in the room.

Now was not the time.

" Well…a few weeks ago the medic Nins thought we could probably get through if they tried some mind therapy, and well it didn't work. Nothing is working today!" She nearly shouted in frustration, managing a tight smile as she turned to her left and stared at the older woman in the room.

"Um…Hello…" The woman whispered hesitantly, stepping out of the shadows.

She was just as he remembered her from his other visits. Her white dead hair still smooth and glossy like satin flowed like a waterfall down her small back. Her light lavender eyes were complemented by her long dark lashes, and although they held so much confusion he couldn't help but have his breath taken away by the innocence they contained. Her pale, ivory skin glowed making the little wrinkles she had seem invisible in his eyes. Ayameko must have dressed her for – instead of the normal nursing clothes – she now wore a traditional Japanese purple kimono with the occasional flower embroidered here and there. The only form of make-up on her face was the light shade of red lipstick on her soft pouted lips, giving her the look of a formal aged princess.

" Hi there!" He grinned, unconsciously stepping closer. The woman didn't mind.

Ayameko mistook her silence for shock, " It's alright honey, this is Akemi he will be reading to you for the rest of his visit."

" R-reading?" She gasped, allowing herself room to think. " A-ano I don't…I'm not sure…" She confessed.

" Don't worry!" Ayameko reassured the much older beauty, while sparing a glance at the blue-eyed male standing at the doorway, " You will love this old cot, he is hilarious!"

The woman raised a slim eyebrow, and suddenly sighed in defeat. " A-alright".

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She didn't know how much time she spent just watching this 'Akemi' as he led her towards the nursing home's main lounge, he truly intrigued her. With his bright grey hair which carried many stubborn blond strands which refused to subdue to old age, and his ocean blue eye he rarely let her see, he really appeared to be the handsomest man she had seen so far. His warm glances in her direction indicated how social he was…almost everyone in the building knew him! His wide smiles would automatically have her smiling as well, and she couldn't remember the last time she had smiled with such pure emotion. She always seemed to be confused now days…her memory loss was frightening at times. One instance being when she had forgotten where she was when she woke up, and ended up screaming at anyone who approached her…even now that simple memory was – piece by piece – slipping away.

But why would he come read to her? What was she to him?

Or was this simply a volunteering position? Her heart panged painfully at that thought…and she had no idea why.

" Alright so where did I leave off again," He asked her.

She seemed puzzled " L-leave off?"

" Ahh yes his mission!" Akemi piped up ignoring her simple whisper. " So Naruto had once again landed himself into deep shit. He had of course defeated Kakuzu with his Rasen Shuriken, but now Tsunade – using her title of Godaime as an excuse – cornered him. Tsunade ordered him to not use his new technique, because it put too much strain on his body…that obviously didn't work for him!"

Story

" Man this sucks!" A teenager with familiar blond hair muttered dejectedly, " I finally find a bad ass new technique, and I'm not even allowed to use it!" He blamed Tsunade for making the rule, but most of all he blamed himself. If only he could have better control of his chakra, then he could probably handle the new jutsu no sweat! He was never going to catch up to Sasuke now, he was probably never gonna…wait!

He felt the tension on his templates lift making the weight he had carried on his shoulders disappear, and was replaced by energy which coursed through his whole body. His eyes widened considerably as he realized how he ironically felt as if a light blob had just turned on in his head.

How had he not grasped it before?

All he needed was someone to refine his chakra controlling abilities, that wasn't so hard. Now he just needed to find someone who would be willing to help him. But who? Sakura was an obvious choice, but she would probably rat him out once she knew of his true intentions. Ino would just brush him off, she was all about following the Hokage's orders anyway. Hmm who else had great chakra control?

Of course…Neji, wait he had a month long mission to attend to with his team. Alright so Neji couldn't help him either, but Neji was a Hyuuga right, so who else did he know who was in the Hyuuga Clan?

…………

Hinata.

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The run towards the Hyuuga mansion had been short: the guards had told him Hinata was training in Ground # Eight, although her teammates had not joined her that particular evening. All the better in his opinion, now he didn't have to deal with that annoying mutt Kiba. Although the young man was one of his closest friends, he tended to get on his nerves at times.

Reaching the training site, he- at first – didn't notice anyone, but gradually he heard the sound of skin meeting bark repeatedly. Approaching the sound he found what, or who he was looking for. There she was!

"Hinata!"

Tuning around the Hyuuga Heiress felt her throat tighten, and her already fast beating heart nearly explode at the pace it traveled at now. She knew that voice, and oh how she had grown to love its cheery tone which- since his return- poured with newly acquired masculinity. She practically forced oxygen into her lungs, trying to catch her breath so she could talk.

" A-ano-o um-m H-h-hello N-n-naruto-o-K-kun" She poorly stuttered out her welcome with a gasp of embarrassment.

'She's really strange sometimes, but that's Hinata for you! Oh well, she's my last hope' He thought as he watched her pale complexion get powdered with a heavy blush making her look like her head was a strawberry. Although he had to admit, she made a cute strawberry. " Hinata, I have a huge favor to ask you!"

Naruto-Kun had a favor to ask of her!? Naruto-Kun had a favorto ask of her?! She couldn't believe it, this was her shining moment to get Naruto-kun's attention. She practically radiated excitement and happiness, she opened her mouth to yell out an absolute yes to anything he asked for, but hesitated. She suddenly felt all her hard-earned air escape her lungs, and a unfathomable weight drop down her throat into her stomach: a revelation. What if she wasn't able to give Naruto what he wanted? What if she wasn't good enough for the task that awaited her if she agreed?

However, Naruto thought her hesitation was her way of trying to say 'No'.

" You know you don't have to…" He trailed off, as he watched her attention snap back to him.

That in itself decided for her, she wasn't about to let him leave without even trying, " No, no Naruto-Kun-n, I…I just lost-t track-k o-of my thoughts-s…the answer is yes…I…will do t-thi-is favor".

" Wow really!?" He questioned, narrowly accepting how well his plans were turning out exactly as he wanted, " Your awesome Hinata! Thanks a bunch!"

' He thinks I'm awesome?!' She thought in absolute bliss. Snapping out of her daze, she stared up at his slightly taller frame.

He showed her his bright teeth as he gave her a foxy grin, and then lifted his hand to scratch the back of his neck in a nervous gesture. He and Hinata had never truly talk…alone like this before – except for that time before his match with Neji, but other than that…

He watched her twist the front of her ninja heals into the dirt, as she stared downward avoiding eye contact. Gosh she was nervous, did he do something that frightened her or was she just plain weird? Staring at her shiny blue mop of hair, he decided he would probably never know.

" Well…um…when do you want to s-start…T-training?" She asked, mentally congratulating herself for only stuttering twice. Over the years she found her stutter vanish completely when she was with her friends, and even her father – though she did continue to talk in a quiet voice; that habit could probably never be conquered she had always been soft-spoken, but stuttering had started when she entered the academy. So it was easier to get rid of. However, ever since Naruto's return she realized her stutter would only return when he was with her, and she mentally berated herself when she uttered such badly pronounced words. But then she would look into his piercing blue eyes and she would become goo all over again.

A concentrated look appeared on his handsome face, while the hand that had been behind his neck was now scratching his chin. " How about tomorrow evening…will you be free by then? I wouldn't want to interrupt a team meeting or anything. "

"Hmm…so about seven-ish?" She added.

He nodded.

" Umm alright…see you-u l-later-r Naruto-kun-n" Hinata silently started walking away, she would rather stay but she didn't know how much she could handle before she fainted. She had already embarrassed herself enough for today.

" Hey Hinata?"

The sun was setting, the radiant colors were like a vibrant painting in the sky that shined on her heavy coat, and dark blue pants which ended at mid-calf. Startled by his last minute call she turned.

" Yes?"

Naruto stood there for his mouth open for about half a minute: she was beautiful! He had never noticed until now, with her bright lavender pearls staring directly at him instead of at the floor, and her long silky, dark blue hair swinging in the breeze; he finally saw her physical beauty instead of the beauty she had inside. It was only a mere thirty seconds, but he noticed a few things which had never been noticed before. Like how her button nose would turn red before the rest of her face before she blushed, or how her lips had that pouted look that regular girls ran to surgeons to get. And then suddenly he felt a pressure…deep within him…in his stomach?

'What is that?'

Perhaps it was hunger.

Suddenly the cute Hinata he had been mesmerized by had a worried expression on her face as she approached him. Why was she worried?

Oh wait, he hadn't talked for the past minute!

Shaking his head he grinned at her, " Oops sorry Hinata, when I'm hungry I forget a lot! I was just going to say thanks again, but you have to promise me something!"

A promise! What if she couldn't handle it, she wasn't as good as Naruto in the promise making department. But she looked at him through her lashes, and caught a glimpse of those perfect blue eyes she had grown to love; pleading with her to just say the simple four lettered word.

And she caved in, " O-okay".

" Alright I need you to promise you won't tell anyone about these lessons…pretty please!" He added the end hoping she would not say no to a cute request.

Hinata blushed as she heard his eagerness for her answer. She had never kept anything from her father, and he would surely ask questions if she was out too long, so now the real question was, did she have the courage to stand up to her father? She could probably say that her decision was biased since her childhood crush was intensely staring at her at that moment, but she would never regret it.

The defiance for her father's orders filled her with a new confidence. She felt like she was being crazy, like she was living on the edge…and it felt great! So she gave her secret love a smile, and nodded enthusiastically, " Of course!"

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The streets of Kohona were slowly becoming less crowded seeing as it was almost evening. As many left for home, one lone figure carried one solitary grocery bag as she swiftly ran home. 'Oh my, I'm going to be late for my first training session with Naruto if I don't get these vegetables to the cook fast enough!' Hinata thought frantically.

The night before she had barely slept, she had been too excited with the concept that Naruto had asked her for help. She knew that she probably wasn't his first choice, but that didn't matter in her opinion. Once she had actually managed to slip into unconsciousness, her dreamland had been filled up with a blonde haired angel who kept kissing her and mumbling soft whispers of affection.

She blushed at the memory, and suddenly a booming female voice echoed through the abandoned street she was in.

"WHERE THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING!" No one but Sakura and Ino could reach that pitch.

Peering around the corner, while lowering her chakra so she wouldn't be noticed she found that indeed a pink head could be seen advancing a defenseless blonde – Naruto!

" Aww calm down Sakura-chan, I'm just going to go train!" Naruto pleaded pathetically.

Sakura remained with the same menacing look plastered on her face, " IF IT IS AS SIMPLE AS TRAINING, THEN WHY CAN'T I COME!"

Naruto seemed too brightened up at something Hinata painfully recognized, " Ooh you're going to miss me Sakura-chaaann, how nice! Don't worry you're always in my thoughts!"

Although it sounded rehearsed to the normal ear, Hinata could trace the raw emotion behind his words; and if she wasn't holding the grocery bag, she was sure she would have collapsed from the pain that burned in her stomach, ' I was stupid to believe I could ever replace someone like Sakura. She's every man's dream: she's beautiful, smart, caring, spunky, convident…and me? I'm nothing compared to her, they deserve one another, who am I to get in their way.'

She was about to leave when she heard more.

"YOU IDIOT! STOP ACTING LIKE THIS IS A JOKE! YOUR ARM HAS JUST FINISHED HEALING YOU CAN'T JUST GO AND DESTROY IT AGAIN! Sakura screeched as she banged the poor blond on his head, almost wanting him to lose the brain cells.

" I am so happy you care Sakura-Chan, but it's not what you think. I'm not going to train to practice the technique – besides Tsunade forbid me from using it right?" He grinned, and continued before her angry erupted again, "I'm just going to practice the basics…and I just…I would feel more comfortable alone".

"Fine! But be careful!" Sakura warned, as she slowly walked away but not without turning to check on the blond every so often.

Hinata felt the deepest guilt for envying Sakura, she had won the guy, no question about that. She felt her legs move on their own, her body seemed to still have the sense to keep her on time, but on the inside she felt as if everything had shut down. All her life she had been denied everything she ever wanted: a mother who was now dead, a loving father who now insulted everything she did, a friendly sister who now viewed her with love, but it was filled with pity…and now, the one person who had inspired her to never give up had left her without even meaning to.

Leaving the bag on the main kitchen counter, Hinata headed towards her room and did the only thing she could do.

She cried like a little girl, because that's how she felt. It was like all those times kids cry when their favorite toy was stolen, and didn't know what to do.

But she did know what to do!

She would forget her crush on the blond-haired teenager.

She would not embarrass herself for something she would never get…it was too demeaning.

She would act normally towards him, just like she did with everyone, Naruto was no longer an exception.

'I don't deserve him anyway…"

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A/N: Review please…also no flames! That is all!