Confused

He could never understand her.

And that was a fact.

Ever since he met her, a child of only 12 (she however, considered herself "grown up"), he couldn't comprehend her. He tried too; he really did, and yet failed miserably. Each time he felt he finally knew her, she would go and do something to unbalance his reason.

Her physical appearance, for example, always intrigued him. Her strawberry hair, emerald eyes, peachy skin. He never once in his life saw someone with those physical attributes. She was beautiful, yes, but it was a sort of beauty that made you a bit uneasy. A beauty you didn't know how to take. How do you considered something beautiful, when you don't know exactly if it really is or not. He, at least always thought her beautiful; though never said so.

That thought alone confused him.

As her teacher, he saw her organize her priorities in such a distasteful manner. For her, making a good impression on Sasuke was much more important than learning to throw shuriken. She did have impressive chakra control, he recognized; yet, he seem to get the feeling she didn't value the few good points she had, or at least didn't develop them as he had hoped. Her thoughts and heart wondering somewhere far away-somewhere he couldn't reach. How on earth do you make a love-struck, 12-year-old teenager girl see reason? His Anbu missions were much more easier.

He really couldn't comprehend.

It amused and interest him how she changed with Naruto—from hate and annoyance, to sibling love and tolerance. He respected that. It somehow meant she grew up; or maybe it was just the fact that Sasuke was no longer there. And that confused him, too; one moment she has a breakdown, and next thing he knows, she asking the Hokage to be her teacher; to be stronger. Was that really because of Sasuke?

He didn't know.

And yet, the thing that most confused him, was the day when he realized she had become a woman. When did that happened? At what moment, did the immature twelve-year-old become a mature, medic-nin woman of 19?

And then everything was just plain more confusing.

The moment when he realized his heart pounded harder in her presence. When he suddenly realized that for about 5 or 6 years, he hadn't dated nor slept with anyone. Heck, he even avoided other women in general.

And that disturbed him.

Why did he do that? Why suddenly feel so obligated to the young, blossom hair woman? Why did he felt the need to prove something to her? And why did she suddenly began searching for him, talking to him about her secrets, taking him by the arm, even flirting with him?

It was something to give you a headache.

And yet, here he was, sitting under the shade of a tree, her body lying against his as she read a book. He could smell the sweet scent her pink hair possessed; he could feel the warmth of her body; the way her breathing calmed him.

It was wrong.

14 years of difference.

It was prohibited.

No one understood.

How could they be together? It really confused him. However; he had to admit.

He kind of enjoyed being confused.

I tried to understand you
Understand the feelings in me

But when you kissed me and told me you loved me
I decided, no need to understand
We're happy, that's all we need