Hinata stood there, still holding him, and she felt the tremors ease. Carefully, she stopped patting him, and held him, as delicately as if she were to hold his soul, his very fragile, loving, giving, caring soul. She softly whispered in his ear, her tone calm and reassuring. "What shall we do?"
Hinata's voice always helped him, all the times when he felt so venerable, she was there to whisper soft soothing words, her voices always helped. He answered her question. "I don't know."
He began to shiver again, but Hinata stopped him, whispering to him the same if she were to calm a crying child, very gently. "It's nearly lunchtime, you should not keep Lee san waiting," she patted him once more and very gently, let him go. "And I don't think Ino-chan will take your tardiness with grace." She said softly, but jokingly. Naruto chuckled and gave her a weak smile, she sure knew him like a book, he quietly agreed in a broken voice and then they parted.
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Naruto walked slowly down the road which he knew so well, the road to Ichuraku's. Still adorned in his usual orange outfit, he felt that the official Hokage robes were, well, too official. He walked quietly, unusually quiet for him, while lost deep in thought.
What should he do about Sasuke? He'd known Sasuke all his life. Sasuke had been his best friend, inspiration and rival all at once. He'd swore to bring that teme back after the Orochimaru incident, and he did. Sasuke had killed his brother and Orochimaru and had willingly come back and it had been tough for him to sentence Sasuke, but he knew the teme understood and he hardly put up a fight.
It always puzzled him, what could possibly be running through his head? It still gave him a headache when he thought about it too much; it gave him heartache when he thought about Sasuke being put to death. After all, they always had a silent type of friendship, it was different from all his other friends, they were openly accepting of him, they cheered him up and made him feel loved. Sasuke was an exception, so was Hinata. Sasuke was his driving force, his goal, to be better and stronger, wether as Hinata was his silent comfort. He would always wonder if Sasuke would ever need comfort, he'd gone down to visit his former best friend a few times. They would have a conversation that beared uncanny resemblance to the conversations they had a kids. Where He would talk and Sasuke would show him that he was listening by a soft grunt or sigh, sometimes even muttering 'dobe' when Naruto finished recounting his many misadventures of being Hokage. If he closely into the murky darkness of Sasuke's cell, he could've sworn that Sasuke wore his famous smirk. It would make his day, just knowing he'd made Sasuke smirk, after all if was close enough to a smile, wasn't it?