A.N. I know it's like night here, but this was annoying me. So happy birthday, Naruto! Sorry for oocness and the shortness. It was written in a rush, and I haven't read the anime in forever!
I was a normal Sunday, October 10 to be exact, and Naruto was walking around the village, a frown on his face. I can't believe that no one remembered my birthday. I know that before no one did. Heck! They didn't care whether or not I was dead or alive!
Hinata was running around the same village, looking for the blonde, hyper ninja, being careful not to drop the container she was holding onto. Where can he be? Looking around, she failed to notices her blocked path. "Oomph," she said. It was Naruto.
"Hey! What where you're- Oh, hi, Hinata!" He lent her a hand to help her out.
"Hi, Naruto. Naruto?" She shoved the container into his hands. "Uh. is for you. Happy birthday, Naruto!" She immediately speed off, leaving the blonde to stand there, watching her disappearing figure.
He took a look at the container as a delicious smell made its way to his nose. "Mmm." Hungrily opening up, he saw pork ramen. Naruto smiled to himself. "Thank you, Hinata."
