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This is probably going to be the second last chapter. Very short story, I know...but it was supposed to be a oneshot anyway!

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Summary: When Sasuke leaves for Orochimaru, the villagers of Konoha begin to show their scorn towards Naruto. Because Hinata cares for him, she decides to try to heal him. The method includes fortune cookies...hence the title.

Disclaimer: Nothing fancy. Simple and to the point. I do not own Naruto.

Key:

"Blah blah blah": Inner Hinata...I believe under all that shyness, Hinata can be bold and loud too…

Flashbacks are written in italics


Naruto's POV

Dashing away from the promotion stand, I accidentally bump into something. Looking down, I see light lavender eyes timidly looking back in surprise.

Then I run away, too shocked to react.

That was Hinata.

Hyuga Hinata.

In my incapacitated state, I had forgotten all about her.

She was a withdrawn girl. Her nature was kind and caring.

Caring.

Maybe...maybe she might believe in me...or not...

She used to always support me...but that was in the past. Nobody in this village has faith in me now.

Their acceptance left with the Uchiha prodigy. They had to at least pretend to accept me because I was his best friend. What shallow people they are.

Nobody cares. So why do I keep hoping that she does?

So deep in my thoughts, I forgot my original goal.

Don't worry my dear ramen! I will come and retrieve you soon! We will not be parted for long!


Hinata's POV

I decided to head to the library, after buying the cookies of course.

Mmmm...Yummy...I am in heaven...

You are a disgrace. I am glad that you are only my inner, meaning that you stay safely inside of me.

As long as you keep feeding me chocolate cookies, I will gladly oblige.

I entered the village library, looking for a recipe.

Because I often came here, the librarians all knew me.

"Good afternoon Hinata!" a tall librarian with a rosy face greeted me as soon as I stepped in.

"Good morning Harumi!" I replied, smiling.

It was only in the library where I wouldn't stutter. It was just so peaceful, quiet and calm. I felt at home. Not that the Hyuga estate wasn't quiet.

That was an understatement!

In fact, it was so quiet that it was cold. You can literally feel the dreaded freezing aura.

Even with the heaters on.

I headed towards the baking section, with my goal in mind, completely focused.

groan Why can't we eat in the library? I want another cookie! whine

Or maybe not that focused...

I finally found what I was looking for, checked it out, and headed out the library.

Faster! Out the door! Towards our cookies!


Naruto's POV

Slurping on my ramen, I was sitting at my favourite ramen stand. I thoroughly enjoyed the ramen, however, I was sitting alone.

Normally, Sasuke would be sitting next to me, insulting me about my unhealthy obsession with ramen.

"Sasuke-teme, why aren't you eating any ramen? They taste delicious! You sure are missing out on a lot!" I declared, my unnaturally fast consumption not slowing down even as I spoke.

"Dobe. Don't talk when you are eating." Sasuke stated calmly, rolling his eyes. "Not everyone is obsessed with ramen, idiot."

I pouted, extremely offended.

How I could pout while slurping ramen I still don't know.


Hinata's POV

The stars were starting to appear as I quickly finished my poor excuse for dinner. My goal was more important. It was urgent!

Carefully preparing the materials needed, I read the recipe again.

That's the twenty-seventh time you have read that recipe! Just hurry up and start already!

You actually counted?

I began my task. Measuring out the flour, presetting the oven and all the usual stuff essential for baking.

Hurry up, you obsessive perfectionist!

Hmph...I don't think striving for perfection is a sign of obsession!

Yeah yeah, sure sure. Now will you hurry up already? I think I heard the oven beep.

I put my masterpieces in the oven, hoping for the best. You see, baking comes with trials and errors. You can never predict exactly what will turn out.

I glanced at the clock...Oh my goodness! It was already 2 AM in the morning!!

Hey! I need my beauty sleep!

Luckily, the oven started beeping again. This time, indicating that the baking was finished. Wearing my oven gloves, I took the large, steaming tray out, surveying my creations.

Exactly 100 of them met my eye, perfectly made. They looked so mouth-watering that I had difficulty overcoming the urge to eat one. This was not helped by the constant bickering of my inner. I could only make out the words "sleep" "reward" and "cookie!"

However, I was not finished. I still needed to make some finishing touches.

Stop being a perfectionist! Stupid "finishing touches"! I NEED SLEEP!

Firstly, I am NOT a perfectionist.

Secondly, these "finishing touches" are the most vital part of this task! You hear me?

All I got as a reply was:

ZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...


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