Love From Afar

By: Li

Summary: Hinata's thoughts on her love for Naruto. A questions-answer session in her head before bed. Oneshot.

A/N: Popped into my head, what can I saw? Close to a drabble. Tell me what you people think, k?

Did she love him?

Yes, she did.

Did she know love? It's purest form?

Yes, she felt it. She lived for no other purpose than to see her beloved from afar, too afraid to admit her feelings lest be driven away in tears.

Did she know fear?

Yes again. Fear to be rejected, fear to be accepted or pushed away in disgust.

Did she know him?

Yes. She loved him.

She loved his unruly blonde locks, the sun kissed yet smooth skin of his cheeks, the way he moved with silent grace during a fight. She loved his soulful eyes that reminded her of light and freedom yet held an underlying sadness she didn't understand but wanted to, the whisker marks sketched onto his handsome face.

His smile, his anger, his tears; she loved them all and more.

Did he know?

No. The only no.

She couldn't tell him; the fear and consequences stormed her mind everytime she tried. He saw her as a friend -a weird, dark and quiet person he could learn to like.

Why?

The only question she couldn't answer.

Sighing to herself, the young Hyuuga heiress Hinata cuddled her pillow, pulling the blankets and straightening her cotton yukata around herself with her free arm against the cold.

Everytime she thought about Naruto, his confident smile and fox-like grin, she couldn't help but feel her spirits begin to rise. He made her strong; her love for him made her strong. She felt as if she could conquer all her fears right then and there.

Smiling to herself, pale eyes drifting shut, Hinata promised herself tomorrow.

'Tomorrow I'll fight my fears and win, then tell him...'

Across the Hidden village, tucked away in bed in his lonely apartment, Uzukmaki Naruto sneezed, jerking himself awake. Scratching the back of his head underneath the kawaii cap eating his blonde hair, the kitsune vessel wondered if someone was talking about him behind his back.

Shaking his head in a half asleep attempt to clear it, Naruto cuddled his pillow unknowingly as his secret admirer had and promptly fell into oblivion and peaceful dreams.

Owari

E/N What do ya people think? Should I write a sequel (doubt it)? Laters!

Li