A/N: Wanted to try something new and something different, I got this writing style from another fic and decided to try it out. Hope everyone understands what's going on.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto! and you know this MAN!
Some may have called you a stalker, the way you constantly followed her, sometimes simply with your eyes and other times with your whole self. You didn't think of it like that though, you weren't a stalking, you were merely observe. Observing her every move, taking note of her every laugh and every smile, listening to her sweet soft voice which no longer stuttered allowing all to hear the plesant sound of her voice clearly. Some may have called you a stalker, but wasn't you suppose to follow her to protect her? To make sure she was alright every step of the way?
You ignored the fact that she was very capable of taking care of herself and there were others constantly around her to protect if something should go wrong. It wasn't stalking when you walked by her room to make sure she was alright and sleeping well, then to stay a few moments to watch her in her slumber before going off to your own home. It wasn't stalking when you followed her and watched her in her garden, listening to her name the different plants and what they could be used for. It also wasn't stalking when you jumped from the rooftops making sure she was alright when she was out with her friends or teammates.
It wasn't stalking, it was observing. Observing the way the wind played with her dark hair, or the way her white eyes seemed to light up with joy, or the gentle way she shifted even though she had gotten over the habit of playing with her fingers.You still had your own life, you still trained and had dinner with your teammates, you still attended small meetings with your uncle to have your own private training sessions, you still had your own goals such as proving you could be as good as the main house. It wasn't stalking...but somehow it wasn't observing anymore... More than just a duty now you enjoyed watching her, even if she never smiled at you the way she smiled at him and seemed her happiest with him and tense around with you.
So if it wasn't stalking and it wasn't observing, then what was it?
Admiration?
Perhaps...
Loyalty?
Maybe...
Guilt...
Not really...
Love?
Love...that sounded about right.
Not that you would ever admit to anyone but yourself...you didn't even know it yourself.
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