A/N: A short narusaku drabble I wrote while I was supposed to be doing my history homework. Please review! Oh, yeah! I don't own Naruto. (though I wish I did)

As he looked at her he then felt all that longed to come out of her. All that she had locked deep inside her because she was ashamed. Ashamed to admit she had fallen in love with him. The one she had lectured. The one she had scolded. Yet whenever he spoke he said much more than she could ever say in her lifetime. And he understood her. They were drawn together by some force. An unknown force that drew them together until their faces were inches apart, they kissed. And she told him through tears of happiness how much she loved him, and he also told her. They parted from their kiss and all that she had locked up inside of her was told, but not through words. They simply understood each other, fort these two souls are close and always shall be.