MY FIRST ONE-SHOT! I wrote this while I was in class when I should have been taking notes on the movie we were watching. Pretty much one-sided love, they don't get together in this. This is kind of Hinata pondering about her life.
This is the explanation of the title (a conversation with my sister):
Sister: Are you gonna call it "Why?"
Me: No, "What?"
Sister: What!
Me: See, that's why I'm calling it "What?"
Why?
Hinata's POV
I watch him training from the forest's tree line. Why? I watch as he pushes his body to its limit. Why? I watch as his chakra depletes to near nothing, causing exhaustion to overtake him, pulling him into unconsciousness. Why? I watch as gravity pulls his wounded form to the ground. Why?
I always seem to ask myself that: why? I slowly and cautiously walk over to him and kneel down to tend to his many wounds. Why? After I've done what I can, I sit quietly by his side, still watching.
I'm always watching. I can't seem to gain the courage to talk to him. Why? All I ever do, no, all I can do is watch him. Why?
I always ask myself that, I never knew the answers. Until now. As I sit here, the answers that I've been chasing for so long seem to flow back into my head. Whenever I sit near him, I become calm and peaceful, allowing the answers to my questions to flow into my head.
Why does he push himself to his limit? He wants to prove himself.
Why does he want to prove himself? Everyone hated him as a kid and he wants to prove them wrong. To prove to them that he can be someone important and be the best ninja ever.
Why do I always watch him? I love him.
Why do I love him? He always tries, he never gives up, he's nice, and he's kind of…hot.
Why does he try? That's pretty much the same answer as why he wants to prove himself.
Why don't I have to courage to talk to him? I'm too shy.
Why can I never help him when he's conscious? I'm too shy.
Why can I only watch him from afar? I'm too shy.
Why am I so shy? My father was never proud of me. He always told me I was worthless so I thought everyone thought the same thing of me. I'm worthless. I want to be like him. I want to be able to just forget about what people say about me.
Why can't I be like the man I love? …
That's the one question I never seem to answer. I can't figure it out; no matter how much time I spend thinking of the subject.
He begins to stir. He's waking up. I get up quickly and quietly and scurry back into the forest. I watch as he sits up, scratching that blonde head of his. He looks up and sees me staring at him from behind a tree. Before I can hide, his eyes meet mine.
I suddenly realize the answer to my question. The reason I can't be like the man I love is because there is no reason. I can be like him. I can be strong. All I need to do is try.
I take a few shy steps forward and he smiles and asks, "Want to go out for some ramen?"
AHH, THE FLUFF!