A/N: Ahh! My first serious fic! Yeah, it probably sucks. Whatever. Review and tell me what you think anyway.
Oh, and the "she" is Hinata, the "he" is Naruto.
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She doesn't see the fox whiskers. Reminders of the past. Of sacrifice and death. No. She sees them as a playful touch to his tanned face.
She doesn't see messy blond hair that hasn't been brushed for a long time. She sees that it's soft and isn't too bright. It's more of a light color.
She doesn't see eyes that squint when he laughs and plays a mean prank. She sees large bright cerulean orbs that gleam when he's happy.
She doesn't see a blinding orange jump suit that make the ANBU wince because what sort of ninja wears bright orange? She sees a ruffled outfit that gives him just that touch.
Hinata doesn't see an evil fox demon. She sees Naruto.
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He doesn't care that she isn't as gorgeous as the other girls. He thinks she's beautiful in her own way.
He doesn't care that she's not the best kunouchi in Konoha. He thinks she has always been strong under pressure.
He doesn't care that she's afraid to kill the enemy and cries when anybody, good or evil, dies. He's glad she still has her innocence.
He only cares that she cares about him.
Their fingers interlace like tree limbs that grow wild. And no matter how hard the wind blows, they can't break apart.
They don't mind.