I had never taken in account for the little shy girl,
Hinata Hyuga.
The way she always concealed herself behind the shadows of being known as
the "girl who loved Naruto".
She simply wanted to be known to Naruto, to be loved by him.
But, he was much too oblivious to this fact…
Of course.
Therefore, I took such things into my own hands.
I had realized that she had been pursuing me for quite some time now.
After the fact all the girls I had talked to hadn't held my attention for quite long.
I chuckled quietly to myself as I had witnessed such event.
My inner self suggested that it was not my elder brother that she was pursueing.
It was my charm that intrigued her.
When I had come about of this…(over a month later!)
I learned that she was standing right before me.
Her face flushed, hands above her breasts (what beautiful ones they were, if I may add.) in an odd manner, and her eyes wide.
She spoke.
With such ease!
She told of things I thought would never come from her.
Never.
Her frequent (and annoying.) faint spells and stuttering…
had slowly become less of a frequent "habit"…
and more of a unexpected thing.
So had her interest in the blonde git.
That is when our first visit to the ramen bar became a frequent conversing spot.
She soon dispersed the blonde from her mind as her thoughts soon (hopefully) filled with the presence of me.
Her smile soon became the climax of my day.
Her laugh…the highest appreciation of it all.
She and I never knew it but…
that frequent conversing spot had soon experienced it's 2nd anniversary.
I discovered that our relationship had taken a drastic turn as well.
A convenient turn for the both of us.
I couldn't have her.
She couldn't have me.
I knew that, she knew that.
But, nothing could have halted the release of our hormones that night.
I loved her.
I just wanted her to feel the same.
That day, she received a note from saying to meet in a different area.
An area that would change our future relations forever.
I assumed that she would be utterly bewildered when she had come upon the note.
By the expression upon her graceful lips…
I had been correct.
Days had passed and then we became more than that.
We had become more than lovers.
We had become a one.
I was called away unto a mission.
Little had I known...
My life would be taken away from me...
Away from her...
I was in the infirmary when she spoke those words.
I could barely speak.
She told me things that I thought I would never hear.
I began to whisper
and as I did, I felt her hand slip away from mines...
and my words escaping...
to faint to hear.
Silence consumed me.