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Author's Notes: Finally, we see a little of Naruto's point of view, and we get a glimpse into Naruto's, um, "Special-ness". Enjoy!
A special thank you to all who reviewed. You are all wonderful!
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"Life is one fool thing after another, whereas love is two fool things after each other." - Oscar Wilde
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Early February.
Naruto was pretty sure this stupid grin was never going to leave his face.
He sighed, leaning back against the door and dropping his jacket near the coat hook.
Hinata, he thought. Hinata, Hinata, lovely Hinata…
"If you're mush against the door again I will bring out the spatula," Sasuke warned from the kitchen.
"Kinky!" Naruto called back calmly. His response immediately ran into a whole other train of thought which mostly focused on Hinata and lace.
"Stop. It," Sasuke warned, brow furrowed in that truly murderous of ways that showed his inner manic, traumatized side.
"You're just jealous," Naruto shot back. "What's for dinner?"
"Fish. With eyes."
"That is so not funny, Man."
"Oh, but it is. So… Hinata, huh?"
A dreamy sigh. "Yeah…"
"And you're going to tell her about your secret… when?"
"Later. Sometime. Sooner rather than later. …After we're married?"
"Naruto."
"Soon, okay? In a few months. Geez. You're such a party-pooper."
"And you're an imbecile. Now that we know each other's faults," Sasuke threw the phone at him. "Call the pizza guy. I didn't feel like cooking."
Naruto breathed a sigh of relief.
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Author's Notes: Very short I know, but I hope interesting. Please review!