A/N: I don't own Naruto

Come And Kiss Me

By antiassasinguy

I stare at her as she does the same to the space before her. I want to admit my feelings but all she'd do is look at me in disgust.

I am nothing but a chuunin, while she is there with the Old Hag and Kakashi-sensei, talking about Kami knows what. I am confused over my feelings for her. I am excited by her presence.

I love her black hair. I love her intense red eyes. I love her with all my heart.

But does she love me the same? I want to know.

My desire is to kiss her. To be one with her. To be her one and only…

Love…

Everyone thinks that I am a demon. The incarnation of evil.

What would make her think that I was any different?

I cast one last look at her, Yuuhi Kurenai. My one and only.

I wish, anyway.

It's a bit confusing at first. Why would a seventeen year-old boy want a woman?

I remember that day as if it was yesterday.

Rain falling down, mixing with the tears slipping down my cheek.

The villagers' attitude toward me had not changed one bit.

Even after a year with ero-sennin, nothing had changed. Sure, I was a lot stronger than most of the genins my age. Hell, I even beat Kakashi and Jiraiya-sensei.

I was probably the most skilful and best of the best, as the hag had said.

But none of the villagers would admit it. I was lower than mud to them.

I was hurt, almost destroyed. I wanted to die, seriously.

And she came: an angel. My Goddess. But due to staying too long in the rain…

I fainted, seeing only a fantasy of her in the form of an angel.

When I woke up, I was in her arms, resting on her lap.

She asked if I was alright and because I had a sudden cold, she came to the conclusion that I was not. In her house I stayed for the next few days with her as my caretaker.

I felt really grateful and as I watched her in the sun out in her garden, I…

Fell in love for the first time. Not Sakura-love…

Real love…

Passion…

Warmth…

I never told her at that time three weeks ago. I was too scared.

And I even thought about the others. What would Kakashi-sensei think?

Me, the blonde loudmouth of Konoha with the most beautiful, elegant woman to ever grace the land of Konoha. I don't think even Sakura would approve.

I'm at Ichiraku Ramen now, too depressed to even swallow a bowl.

As his top customer, the boss looked slightly concerned for me.

But that didn't matter. Nothing seemed like it did. I curse myself for not having the guts to tell a woman how I feel.

If you keep looking to the opinion of others, you'll be lost, the demon fox said.

But I didn't want to make Kurenai feel as if I was a pest to her. I didn't want her to hate me. I wanted her to love me. I wanted to love her in return.

I walk outside Ichiraku Ramen and see that it was going to rain.

Not that I care; I hope that she would find me sick again and bring me to her house.

I turn to my left and see…

Her…

I look at him, standing there, staring at me as I watch him.

I know that this is a love that many people would think that is premature.

I never believed in love at first sight, until…

I saw him; Uzumaki Naruto with his loud mouth and gangly movements. This I never thought would develop into a first love but it did.

I fell in love with him when he first appeared in my life. It wasn't until he stopped bragging in front of Kiba, Shino and Hinata that I started to think about him. He truly was a wonderful person, a kind soul. A lonely soul.

I don't think that I have ever felt lost and alone before in my life.

I always had my parents with me throughout my childhood, while Naruto…

He had never felt love from anyone, or so I have heard.

Kakashi had told me that once.

And speaking of Kakashi. I had told him about my feelings for Naruto.

Yes, I had told him about my unrequited love for the blonde hurricane of Konoha.

And he responded by giving me a piece of advice on telling him how I feel.

The Fifth Hokage had come when we had our conversation at the stairs of the Hokage's Administration Building. And she gave me a piece of advice as well.

She had told me that I should be careful while saying how I feel.

She told me not to rush my words out, but to utter them slowly and with feeling to the blonde because he had never had a girl that wanted to be with him.

But I wanted to be with him. I wanted to touch him, to love him.

But I was still nervous, not knowing if he would accept me or not.

The Hokage assured me that all would go well and if Naruto hurt me she'd send all the ANBU to hunt him down and deprive him of his manhood.

I seriously don't think that the Hokage would do that.

Now here I am, after a few minutes of thinking, standing, with the rain falling down on me and my blonde angel standing outside his favourite restaurant in the world.

I made a decision to tell him. He reject me or not would be up to fate. At least I would have it lifted off my chest.

The rain made the hair of the charming blonde in front of me sleek and wet.

His hair was extremely long, reaching his nape level, making him look…

Sexier…

That was the only word I could think of, watching him.

I walk toward him, my heart and mind begging fate for him to accept me.

I'm now right in front of him and try to open conversation.

'Naruto, I…' I begin to say, but I don't feel like I can continue.

He smiles at me, making my heart skips a beat and then goes faster.

I try to find words but I cannot continue, I was drowning in his eyes.

I couldn't take it anymore; this wasn't a time for words.

He draws his face closer to mine. I could feel his warm breath against my lips.

I bring my face closer and pull hiss face closer to mine with my soaked hands.

And our lips met…

I don't think that either of us took into account how long we were there, kissing.

We draw our faces back and he says the words that I want to here:

'I love you, Yuuhi Kurenai. With all my heart and soul.' He whispers to me.

Tears come out of my eyes. Those were the words that I wanted to hear.

Those were the words that I longed to hear for all my life.

And they were spoken.

'I love you too, Uzumaki Naruto. With all my heart and soul as well.'

Our lips meet again and I feel content in this moment.

Sometimes, words are what you want to hear., but the faces and hearts of the one I love mean more to me than anything else.

And if my feelings are correct, it must mean just as much to him; the one I love.