notes: Something I wrote when I was rediculously happy. I don't know much about Hinata or Naruto, but I tried to keep them IC. Tell me if I succeeded or not. Please?
Standard Disclaimer applies.
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Her pale eyes are concealed under her eyelids, but she can see anyways. She notes how the leaves dance above, the branches the only reason they have yet to fly away. The sun is undeniably warm on her rarely exposed skin, and the weight of her headband against her bow shaped lips is pleasant. Hinata is an angel among the leaves, her violet-black hair folded underneath her head in a makeshift pillow, arms out at her sides, china doll face upturned.
Long strands of midnight purple stir as the wind gently weaves its way through the many trees that adorn Konoha's training grounds, bending around the dark haired kunoichi. It slips past like a secret not meant for her ears, but Hinata doesn't mind. Her hair settles down as the zypher passes, rebellious strands settling across her checks. This is another unregistered fact, like the grass that rustles underneath her calloused palms.
The sky is where Hinata finds occupation for the idle hours between training and sleep. It is beautiful, a shade of blue that no words could do justice, no matter how her mind strives to. Blue is captivating, both fierce and gentle with absolute depth and superficial beauty. Blue is-
"Oi, Hinata! What are you doing out here?!"
"Oh, N-N-aruto-kun. I was j-just-"
"You shouldn't be laying out here alone. Wanna go get some ramen with me?"
"S-sure."
-the color of Naruto's eyes.
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