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I curse. Inside me, of course, I wouldn't want Hinata to hear all the things I say about a certain blonde haired boy. A boy she loves, and a boy that is too god damn BLIND to see it.

Again, I curse Naruto; it makes me feel a little better. Unfortunately, the same does not go for Hinata. She's still crying, and I'm still holding her, and I still sit against our training log, I still try to comfort her. And I still can't feel my legs, as Hinata sits on my lap, causing my legs to fall asleep.

How long have we been sitting here; an hour, maybe two?

And she still cries, making me smell her tears. Tears caused by that idiot Naruto. It makes me want to kick him, punch him, strangle him, hurt him until he cries in agony.

But still, it's not the same agony she feels. Her agony is worse, much worse. Her pain is from the inside, it feels like her inside is on fire, her heart is squeezed, her brain is blurry, as is her vision from all the tears she cries.

I know that pain; it's the same pain I feel every time she blushes around him, stutters because of him, smiles because of him.

And I feel like crying every time she cries, no matter the cause, whether it's because of sadness, a wound, stress. But when she cries because of HIM, I want to cry, not only because she is sad, but also because of anger. Anger because Naruto has the most precious thing to me, in his hands, but he refuses to see it, refuses to acknowledge it. And it makes me furious, makes me want to punch his god damn grinning teeth out!

But, that wouldn't make Hinata happy, rather the opposite. She'd be sad, embarrassed and as angry as it is possible for Hinata to get. And that is not much. But she wouldn't be mad at me, she would be mad at herself, for troubling me, for being a burden. And that is the last thing I want.

Hinata shifts on my lap, and clings to me; like I am her life line. For some reason it makes me smile, despite the situation.

'She needs me.'

She continues crying, and I know that mom will eye me suspiciously when I come home and reef of Hinata, but it's okay.

Hinata hasn't told me what Naruto did or didn't do, the only thing I got out of her when I asked what happen was a sobbing "N-Naruto-k-kun… he-he…" that and meaningless mumbles I couldn't make out since she had her face buried in my shirt, using me as a personal handkerchief.

I wonder what Naruto did to her, making her this upset, but it didn't matter, he's an idiot; a stupid, blind, irritating idiot. But at the same time, at the same time as he is the biggest idiot in the bloody history of idiots, I owe him.

He's placed the girl of my dreams right here; in my arms.