Ad Infinitum
Because sometimes all you can do
is hope.
Hinata loved the winter. It was a time of togetherness, when she could sit by the grand fireplace of the Hyuuga mansion with Hanabi and drink hot tea. She could bake fresh cinnamon rolls- her favorite food.
She could wake up in the morning to find elegant white snowflakes dancing outside of her bedroom window.
There were a multitude of holidays to celebrate, and lots of festivals to attend. She did not necessarily enjoy being around so many people, but Shino and Kiba would typically meet her there. Kiba would snatch her away from her family and drag her and Shino to go do something else. It was usually crazy, but fun nonetheless.
And of course, there was Valentines Day. It was the time of year where Hinata would spend the previous night confecting the perfect gift for Naruto. She would borrow her mother's cooking utensils and make a large chocolate heart for her long-time crush. Every year since she was nine, she would place it gingerly inside of a big red box with a tiny pink ribbon around it, and walk to his apartment early in the morning.
Every Valentines Day, she stood at his apartment door, willing herself to gain enough courage to ring the doorbell and give it to him.
Every Valentines Day, she would leave it at his door and hope he didn't step on it.
She never knew what the fate of her chocolates became each year, but she liked to think he had eaten and enjoyed most of them.
The year after they graduated from the Academy, Kakashi Hatake had seen her trudging through the snow with a large red box. They had never spoken before, but it seemed all but Naruto knew of her infatuation. He raised one eyebrow, but continued walking without a word spoken between them.
The next time she saw Naruto, he was leaving the village with an older man named Jiraiya. He had a few small bandages on his face from his fight with Sasuke Uchiha. Apparently he had left, and betrayed the village. It was incomprehensible to her at the time; her father no different. He often grumbled things under his breath about how 'that damn Uchiha' had almost cost the clan an important member.
It was those days when she truly felt sorry for Naruto. He had lost someone who had obviously been very close to him. Like a brother.
She felt spoiled. Neji lost his father, and sometimes it seemed like Naruto had lost everything. The most traumatic loss she'd experienced was losing a doll in her younger years.
She missed him. Even though she had nobody in particular to give them to, she still made a chocolate heart for each year he was gone. They ended up being stolen by another family member; they all enjoyed her cooking.
"Onee-chan, why do you make those?" Hanabi was watching her from the kitchen door.
"I don't know."
But she smiled anyway.
End
Super Special Note From Moi- It's really funny how long it took me to type this. I'm so lazy, I would just take out the written version (which i've had stuffed in a notebook FOREVER.) and open the Word document, type a sentence and go back to sleeping. I think I'll type up this really random SuiKa thing I wrote as the next chapter. What do you think? After that, I think I'll go back to some more SasuSaku lurrve. =DDD
Oh, and I just realized I forgot my disclaimer! But come on, people- If I was Masashi Kishimoto (who DOES, in fact, own Naruto.) don't you think I would have rubbed it in or something by now? For those who don't know the answer- No, I do not own Naruto.
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