A/N: It seems I'm still in this odd mood of mine. Every bit of inspiration I get is rather depressing.
Don't own Naruto, if I did I'd be rich, I'm pretty sure of it.
He wasn't quite sure when it started, his love for her. It may have been when they was five and he saw her smiling next to her mother; So sweet, so kind, so innocent. Her soft petal locks framing her doll-like face.
It may have been when they were seven and she actually regarded his presence. Not as a monster, not as some disgusting, horrible creature, a thorn that should be tossed aside, but as the idiot blocking her view of Sasuke-kun.
It may have been when they were nine and she had absentmindedly thanked him, his first ever, for handing back, the overly decorated pencil she had dropped on her way to the classroom.
It might have been when they were twelve and she had been paired up with him. A destiny he was sure was meant to be, a sign from the higher ups, despite her reaction.
It might have been, it might have been.
I might have been when he first saw her crying for him, trying to protect him from the evil that had pushed him down. When she had opened up to him and acknowledged his potential, his actual worth, even if it had been silently, or when she had treated him to his favorite ramen, which happened to be all of them.
It might have been, it might have been.
He wasn't sure when he first started to love her, not the day, nor the year nor the time. He wasn't sure what had caused him to love her, her smile, her tears, her beauty. He wasn't sure. All he knew was that he did. And as he watched her smiling up into those eyes, her fingers interlaced with his, her one wish finally coming true as she strolled past, a simple ring flashing from her left hand. Her awareness of everything and everyone nonexistent as she stood by the one she loved, his rival, his teammate, his best friend. He could only smile to prevent the heartache in his chest from suffocating him.
It might have been, it might have been.
He wasn't sure, when he had started loving her; he wasn't sure why he had chosen to love her. Nevertheless, he was sure that he did and she didn't. But that was okay, because she still stood by his side, as his object of affection, his teammate, his best friend. And that, that would be enough for him.