The sky was blue. The clouds were puffy and white. The pavement was gray. The grass was green. Why couldn't life be that simple? As a matter of fact, why shouldn't it be that simple? But no, the sky had to be called something far grander; possibly azure or aquamarine. The clouds had to be ephemeral white cotton islands floating across this aquamarine sea. The pavement was to be described as a dingy thing with a smattering of dried gum and specks of shining mica. The grass was a coarse sea of untamed viridian wilderness, housing miniscule life forms.
"Ah me! The only thing that deserves to be described in that fine of a detail is Him, right nii-san?" she thought as she lay across the grass. Her long dark hair pooled around her, shining indigo in the sunlight. Her lavender eyes were half shadowed by pale lids and thin dark eyebrows capped them in consternation. She absently smoothed her white lacey sundress in an attempt to preserve her modesty. She was unused to having her legs so exposed, and even alone in this sunny field, she felt somewhat uncomfortable.
"Let's see, if I had to describe him using intricate descriptions…" She closed her eyes in thought.
"He has the most shining and gemlike azure eyes that glitter with mischief and a warmth so welcoming you can't help but become his friend, like you did Nii-san." She began out loud, knowing she was alone, and allowing herself the freedom of talking to herself.
"He's tall...no that's much too simplistic." She muttered in her lilting voice. "Ahah! He stands tall as a giant oak, his figure a beacon of hope for millions across the globe."
Here she stopped, recalling the events of the past year that all but proved this statement true. His defeat of Obito (with the help of the Ninja Alliance of course…), the successful sealing of Madara (with the help of the Kage past and present…) and of course, his rousing speeches that had entirely inspired each and every one of them.
"His beautiful flaxen hair dances in the breeze, rivaling the sun in his brightness. His rugged whiskers sexily framing his foxy grin, and his chiseled abdominal muscles visible through his tight black undershirt…Oh my goodness!"
Hinata bolted upwards as she realized just where her musings had taken her train of thought. Hot and flushed, she sat up, fanning her reddened face with her cream colored sun hat. Its pale blue ribbon danced rhythmically as she continued waving the hat. She gave herself a wry smile. 'I'm a pervert, sorry Nii-san."
"I should continue this thing realistically then, right?" Her eyes became downcast as she remembered that, in the whirlwind of celebration and political meetings and just overall world peace, she had yet to receive a concrete answer to her confession and an explanation for that whole hand holding thing during the war. Her eyes then filled up with tears…'Neji-nii-san…I'm sorry. I want you to know, that I'm trying…"
And so she was. She had been reinstated as the Hyuuga heiress, her prowess with water based techniques and the ingenuity of combining them with the Hyuuga Gentle Fist had deemed her a genius of her own brand. Her perfect chakra control and knowledge of herbal concoctions had garnered the attention of Tsunade, who had offered her special medical training. She was more open and more aware of her fellow ninja, including the other kunoichi.
"Neji, we all miss you. Tenten and Lee came to visit you the other day, you know? They started dating. And Shino and Kiba came to offer you some prayers last week. Did you hear them?" She sighed, wiping away the silently falling tears.
"Sakura-san and Ino-san have been helping me with my medical training. They're nice but gossipy, I actually think Ino is dating that Sai person…" She quirked her head at the sky in amusement, quietly giggling at their antics and the contrast of Ino's colorful personality to Sai's quiet creativity.
"Father's been teaching me more techniques. He patted my head the other day, you know! And Hanabi actually hugged me after her birthday present. I guess she really likes bunnies…"
She paused, thinking on whom else to update her cousin on.
"Sasuke is still serving his community service sentence." She giggled, the other day she had seen him struggling with the cat from their Genin days, Tora.
"Shikamaru and Choji are the same, you know they help Kurenai-sensei with little Asuma-kun." Here she smiled softly, thinking of the two young men playing with the beautiful baby boy whom she loved very much. "He looks a bit like his father, you know?"
"Guy and Kakashi-sensei are still…themselves." She tapped her chin, thinking. Her smile became brighter at the thought of her most precious person. She knew Neji was probably well updated on each activity Naruto had performed since she had first started her daily talks.
"And Naruto-kun…well I'm sure you can see his giant head being carved on the Hokage Mountain from up there, so...yeah…" she trailed off, unsure of where to continue. She lay back down, adjusted her bangs and smoothed the skirt of her dress, again. "I think I'll continue my description of him…just for fun."
"So…umm…yes his foxy grin glints in the light, beckoning thousands of fan girls towards him. His orange Hokage cloak flows in the wind, following the pattern of the stars, as he looks upon the village he wants to protect…as he looks upon the people he loves with his beautiful gemlike azure eyes…"
She frowned. She had already described his gorgeous eyes. Oh well, they were so amazing, they needed to be described twice.
"Let's see, how abou-"
"His luscious locks of hair or his flawless tanned skin!"
'OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD' She froze. Had he heard her? Had he heard everything? How long had he been there for? She didn't dare glance to the left, where his cheery voice had come from. She slowly lifted herself to an upright position, focusing on the fluffy cloud islands to keep herself calm.
"Hey Hinata! I've been looking everywhere for you?" he chirped, leaning forward to try and catch her eye, his orange cloak following his every slight movement.
She stubbornly refused to look at him, afraid of her reaction and afraid of his. So intent on ignoring him, that she didn't notice the growing shadow loom over her, nor did she notice the large, calloused hand reaching for the tip of her small chin.
"Look at me, Hinata," He said quietly and uncharacteristically. "Her pale eyes glittered like soft jewels set in a porcelain face. Her long lashes delicately brushed her cheekbones."
Her eyes widened in shock, finally sliding to meet his gaze. Her face broke into a brilliant shade of red, nearly matching the brightness of the orange on Naruto's cloak. He was close; so close and near. She could see his chapped lips, and smell his smoky and pine coney smell.
"You're not the only one who can make up a good description." He grinned, foxily. "Shall I continue this thing we got going on?"
Nodding slightly as her face was still gently caught in his grasp, she stared at him. He gave her another true Naruto smile, this one softer and more genuine.
"She had soft kissable lips. So tempting, that he could not resist capturing the sweet petals with his own."
And with that, he leaned forward, doing just as he had said. It was innocent and sweet, just as Hinata (mostly) was. He lingered for a few moments, savoring the cinnamon flavor that seemed to accompany her permanently. Though tempted to take it further, he knew she wasn't ready, and pulled back reluctantly. He almost instantly regretted it, as he saw her half-lidded gaze, pink blush, and rosy lips parted in surprise. He swiftly let go of her chin, backing up slightly, and looking to the side, hoping to hide his growing blush and desire.
"N-Naruto…"
"Y-Yeah Hinata?" He glanced at her hesitantly, almost unsure of her response. He had heard her earlier descriptions and hoped that she still felt the same. He prayed he hadn't been wrong. (But come on who else had shining gem-like azure eyes?)
"That was the cheesiest description I've ever heard."
He almost fell over in shock; completely unprepared for that answer. He laughed hesitantly, rubbing the back of his head.
"Well, you do one now then." He answered back, still in shock.
"….Then he kissed her again."
She said firmly and quietly.
And so he did, one hand grasping her back, the other her face as he sweetly and passionately kissed her again.