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A stupid story between Naruto and Hinata.
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A hand. What did a hand mean to him? A hand that held his own, a hand that grasped and caressed the callused skin of his palm, a hand that was so soft and warm and nice- he could feel the hand, the hand, hand, the soft skin of her hand, the delicate fingers...
Naruto awoke slowly from his dream about a hand, and as he awoke he thought that he could feel a hand... the same hand that comforted him through the nights. Of course, he thought, that was impossible: it was a dream, no more-
"Eh? Hinata?" He muttered, as he found himself looking into pale eyes. The hand suddenly withdrew with a squeak, and he found himself wishing that it had remained, as his hand now only caressed the cold air. "Wha- what are wu doing heah?" His tongue was strangely unresponsive. "Waa kant I spik prprerly?"
"N- Naruto-kun! S-Sorry that I was holding yourhandbecauseithoughtitmightbecold-" he heard Hinata stammer and babble.
He smiled. Somehow, even when she was stammering incoherently he still enjoyed the sound of her voice. "Hinah-tah, waat happned?" Gods, his tongue wasn't working at -all-; it felt scalded, burned.
"Oh! don't you remember, Naruto-kun?" He heard Hinata say, this time without stammering. He shook his head.
"Ah'm fraidd no.'
"You were out training, Naruto-kun. I was- was- w-waiting for you..." she said, "and when you didn't come, I- I went out to look for you..."
"Thang-yew, Hinah-tha."
"and I followed the trail that you had made-"
"Thrail?"
"There were a lot of fallen trees along the way."
"O."
"and I found you burned, and because y- you were so bl- bleeding so much, I- I carried you back to the hospital..." Hinata finished.
Naruto tried to grin, but his lips wouldn't move too much. They were unresponsive too. "Wath I berned?"
"Berned? Oh, you mean burned." Hinata said. "Y-you were slightly burned."
"No wunther. Thang-yew bery buch, Hinah-tha. Thamn my thongu."
"Y-you're welcome, Naruto-kun." And as she said this, Naruto's eyes closed once again, and he fell slowly back to sleep. As his breathing slowly settled, she again look at the open hand laying limply besides his bed. She had held his hand the night before, when he was unconcious and hurt... very, very hurt. She had cried for him as she sat through the night, but now, he was alright.
After all, it wasn't just a 'slight burn' that Naruto had suffered- she winced as she remembered how she found him, lying with his clothes burned and ripped, the ground around him gouged by some invisible force, and blood slowly trickling from the side of his mouth. She had started crying then, and staggering, and half-carried half-dragged Naruto until she somehow came across Kiba, who had been in the forest with Akamaru for some reason of his own...
They had carried Naruto all the way over to the hospital, bleeding still, and as she looked again down to her skirt, still stained with his blood, she remembered how the medical-nins had at first assumed that he had been attacked, and when she had heard that the blue-haired girl had gone limp- Naruto-kun, attacked, alone! Of course, when Tsunade-sama had come with a white-haired man in tow, they had merely laughed and said that it was merely training that went bad... of course, they never explained what training it was, and Tsunade-sama DID stay for hours with Naruto, daubing medicines and sewing up cuts, until finally she had tasked one of the nurses to keep him sleeping for at least a day more.
Still, Naruto was alright. For that Hinata was grateful, and as she hesistantly took Naruto's rough hand into her own, she remembered why she had been waiting for Naruto to come back in the first place...
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Hinata walked hesitantly towards the gate, her skirt clinging to her legs in the slight wind, as she walked nervously to where Naruto would come from after his training. The sun was almost about to go down, lingering red in the horizon; the air around her seemed to be dyed orange. But she wasn't in the mood to appreciate nature, for she was on a task requiring a tremendous amount of courage...
The blue-haired girl was about to ask Naruto out. To dinner. Eating ramen may not have been the most romantic thing to do to her, but if it meant spending time with Naruto-kun... Although they were friends after she had started working at the Ninja Academy as a teacher, she had never revealed her feelings for him... and although Iruka-sensei had fully blessed her endeavors, she still feared rejection- what could be worse than for him to laugh when she asked? It would mean broken hearts and broken hopes, and she had had enough of that already.
But when she had reached the gate and had waited for some times, hours at least, the night had come already with the moon, she had made up her mind: when Naruto came swaggering from the forest, she would pop him the question- "Do you want to eat ramen with me?" It sounded distinctively un-romantic to her, but this, after all, was Naruto she was thinking about. He was an unconventional guy.
He never came. As the moon rose high, and people started shuffling in to their homes, she knew that there had to be something wrong- she decided to go check on him, and using her byakugan she started looking for him...
And had found him lying on the ground, bleeding and burned.
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"Alrighty! We have a contest... You have to say 'I love you' to whoever's name you draw out of the hat!" Kakashi yelled very un-Kakashi-like. But then, this was Naruto's dream: if it meant besting one Uchiha Sasuke, anything went.
So, in his dream, Naruto was twelve again, back in Team 7...
Sakura went first as Kakashi jumped and pranced for her to come forwards. Leering from his one eye like Naruto always knew he did, Kakashi offered her the hat. The pink-haired girl reached in, and took out a folded note...
"Ooh! I love you, Sasuke!"
Naruto groaned; this wasn't the way it was supposed to go! Kakashi merely laughed, and gave the hat to Sasuke, who reached in, and took out a name.
"Ooh... oh gods... I- love- you-... I can't say it." Uchiha muttered.
"Then you lose!" bellowed Kakashi. Naruto laughed, and ran forward to take his turn. He reached in, and drew a name... 'Hyuuga Hinata.'
"If you scream it the loudest, you win and beat Sasuke, Naruto!" yelled Kakashi. "And Sakura will fall spontaneously in love with you when you scream it out loud!"
"Yeah..." Naruto muttered. "I love you, Hinata."
"Yeah! I LOVE YOU, HINATA!!!"
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Hinata had been thinking when suddenly, Naruto started mumbling in his sleep. She reached in, concerned... she noticed that he was sweating, also. She took our her kerchief, and was brushing his forehead when she heard, quite clearly,
"I wub you, Hinahtha."
She drew back suddenly, as if stunned. She couldn't believe her ears... But then, people having dreams never lied, did they? But then, she might have just heard things...
"AH WUB YOU, HINATHA!" Naruto suddenly screamed.
A/N: That's pretty much it... just imagine what might happen when Naruto wakes up. Review!
A stupid story between Naruto and Hinata.
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A hand. What did a hand mean to him? A hand that held his own, a hand that grasped and caressed the callused skin of his palm, a hand that was so soft and warm and nice- he could feel the hand, the hand, hand, the soft skin of her hand, the delicate fingers...
Naruto awoke slowly from his dream about a hand, and as he awoke he thought that he could feel a hand... the same hand that comforted him through the nights. Of course, he thought, that was impossible: it was a dream, no more-
"Eh? Hinata?" He muttered, as he found himself looking into pale eyes. The hand suddenly withdrew with a squeak, and he found himself wishing that it had remained, as his hand now only caressed the cold air. "Wha- what are wu doing heah?" His tongue was strangely unresponsive. "Waa kant I spik prprerly?"
"N- Naruto-kun! S-Sorry that I was holding yourhandbecauseithoughtitmightbecold-" he heard Hinata stammer and babble.
He smiled. Somehow, even when she was stammering incoherently he still enjoyed the sound of her voice. "Hinah-tah, waat happned?" Gods, his tongue wasn't working at -all-; it felt scalded, burned.
"Oh! don't you remember, Naruto-kun?" He heard Hinata say, this time without stammering. He shook his head.
"Ah'm fraidd no.'
"You were out training, Naruto-kun. I was- was- w-waiting for you..." she said, "and when you didn't come, I- I went out to look for you..."
"Thang-yew, Hinah-tha."
"and I followed the trail that you had made-"
"Thrail?"
"There were a lot of fallen trees along the way."
"O."
"and I found you burned, and because y- you were so bl- bleeding so much, I- I carried you back to the hospital..." Hinata finished.
Naruto tried to grin, but his lips wouldn't move too much. They were unresponsive too. "Wath I berned?"
"Berned? Oh, you mean burned." Hinata said. "Y-you were slightly burned."
"No wunther. Thang-yew bery buch, Hinah-tha. Thamn my thongu."
"Y-you're welcome, Naruto-kun." And as she said this, Naruto's eyes closed once again, and he fell slowly back to sleep. As his breathing slowly settled, she again look at the open hand laying limply besides his bed. She had held his hand the night before, when he was unconcious and hurt... very, very hurt. She had cried for him as she sat through the night, but now, he was alright.
After all, it wasn't just a 'slight burn' that Naruto had suffered- she winced as she remembered how she found him, lying with his clothes burned and ripped, the ground around him gouged by some invisible force, and blood slowly trickling from the side of his mouth. She had started crying then, and staggering, and half-carried half-dragged Naruto until she somehow came across Kiba, who had been in the forest with Akamaru for some reason of his own...
They had carried Naruto all the way over to the hospital, bleeding still, and as she looked again down to her skirt, still stained with his blood, she remembered how the medical-nins had at first assumed that he had been attacked, and when she had heard that the blue-haired girl had gone limp- Naruto-kun, attacked, alone! Of course, when Tsunade-sama had come with a white-haired man in tow, they had merely laughed and said that it was merely training that went bad... of course, they never explained what training it was, and Tsunade-sama DID stay for hours with Naruto, daubing medicines and sewing up cuts, until finally she had tasked one of the nurses to keep him sleeping for at least a day more.
Still, Naruto was alright. For that Hinata was grateful, and as she hesistantly took Naruto's rough hand into her own, she remembered why she had been waiting for Naruto to come back in the first place...
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Hinata walked hesitantly towards the gate, her skirt clinging to her legs in the slight wind, as she walked nervously to where Naruto would come from after his training. The sun was almost about to go down, lingering red in the horizon; the air around her seemed to be dyed orange. But she wasn't in the mood to appreciate nature, for she was on a task requiring a tremendous amount of courage...
The blue-haired girl was about to ask Naruto out. To dinner. Eating ramen may not have been the most romantic thing to do to her, but if it meant spending time with Naruto-kun... Although they were friends after she had started working at the Ninja Academy as a teacher, she had never revealed her feelings for him... and although Iruka-sensei had fully blessed her endeavors, she still feared rejection- what could be worse than for him to laugh when she asked? It would mean broken hearts and broken hopes, and she had had enough of that already.
But when she had reached the gate and had waited for some times, hours at least, the night had come already with the moon, she had made up her mind: when Naruto came swaggering from the forest, she would pop him the question- "Do you want to eat ramen with me?" It sounded distinctively un-romantic to her, but this, after all, was Naruto she was thinking about. He was an unconventional guy.
He never came. As the moon rose high, and people started shuffling in to their homes, she knew that there had to be something wrong- she decided to go check on him, and using her byakugan she started looking for him...
And had found him lying on the ground, bleeding and burned.
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"Alrighty! We have a contest... You have to say 'I love you' to whoever's name you draw out of the hat!" Kakashi yelled very un-Kakashi-like. But then, this was Naruto's dream: if it meant besting one Uchiha Sasuke, anything went.
So, in his dream, Naruto was twelve again, back in Team 7...
Sakura went first as Kakashi jumped and pranced for her to come forwards. Leering from his one eye like Naruto always knew he did, Kakashi offered her the hat. The pink-haired girl reached in, and took out a folded note...
"Ooh! I love you, Sasuke!"
Naruto groaned; this wasn't the way it was supposed to go! Kakashi merely laughed, and gave the hat to Sasuke, who reached in, and took out a name.
"Ooh... oh gods... I- love- you-... I can't say it." Uchiha muttered.
"Then you lose!" bellowed Kakashi. Naruto laughed, and ran forward to take his turn. He reached in, and drew a name... 'Hyuuga Hinata.'
"If you scream it the loudest, you win and beat Sasuke, Naruto!" yelled Kakashi. "And Sakura will fall spontaneously in love with you when you scream it out loud!"
"Yeah..." Naruto muttered. "I love you, Hinata."
"Yeah! I LOVE YOU, HINATA!!!"
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Hinata had been thinking when suddenly, Naruto started mumbling in his sleep. She reached in, concerned... she noticed that he was sweating, also. She took our her kerchief, and was brushing his forehead when she heard, quite clearly,
"I wub you, Hinahtha."
She drew back suddenly, as if stunned. She couldn't believe her ears... But then, people having dreams never lied, did they? But then, she might have just heard things...
"AH WUB YOU, HINATHA!" Naruto suddenly screamed.
A/N: That's pretty much it... just imagine what might happen when Naruto wakes up. Review!
