Aienai. (NaruHina) |English|

Chapter 16 - Connection.

For a week, Hinata didn't speak to Naruto.

Not just because she still remembered the feel of his lips against hers, but also because of the evidence that came perfectly after their kiss on Monday.

For that, she slipped between the books and studied, studied as she had never studied before and Naruto didn't look for her either.

When they bumped into each other around the house, they both apologized and went the way they wanted. It looked like a war had been declared.

A war that was killing Hinata from the inside.

She was thinking about it, walking back with a glass of water to her room when she heard something that made her stop right there.

In a smooth rhythm, Naruto's voice echoed softly down the hall. Then he would stop, say something to himself, a minute of silence and then the sound of the guitar again.

Hinata understood what he was doing even before she started approaching his room and saw him through the half-open door. Naruto was sitting on his bed, a black guitar on his lap and a pencil resting on the open notebook at his feet.

He smiled at that.

He was composing. His fingers were deft on the strings.

"Two up, one down and..." He smiled as he wrote in his notebook. "Only two more of them like that. Okay, not bad.

He looked crazy.

A beautiful madman talking to himself.

And Hinata couldn't help but admire him, with her blond hair falling messily over her face.

Then he started to sing. In that wonderful tone.

Your hand fits in mine [Your hand fits in mine]

Like it's made just for m e [Like it's made just for me]

But bear this in mind [But keep this in mind]

It was meant to be

And I'm joining up the dots

With the freckles on your cheeks

And it all makes sense to me [And it all makes sense to me]

The guitar made a funny sound that made her smile when he noticed her standing on the jamb.

Naruto was stunned. As if a ghost had appeared to him.

'How long have you been there?' he asked, putting down his guitar and for the first time, he looked embarrassed. "Sorry, that was rude... Did you hear the song?

Hinata blushed, lowering her eyes.

Why was he so defensive?

Did he not like it when someone heard him compose? It was too intimate.

Hinata shrugged, not looking at him and turned back towards her room.

Had she forgotten they were fighting?

Or weren't they? He wasn't even talking to her...

— HINA! - And she stopped when she felt a hand hold her arm gently. Naruto stared at her with a mixture of anxiety and concern. "Sorry... I... I think... That... Oh, dammit, do you want to come in?"

She would have laughed in his face if he hadn't looked so lost. Then, trying not to think that they were fighting, Hinata nodded.

The truth was, she missed him terribly, missed talking to him.