amethyst solitary (naruto u.)

confession

Manaka spent the evening trying to sort out the jumble of memories she had right before fainting.

She remembered Naruto's face and their discussion of what to expect in the future...but what exactly followed after that?

God, her head ached as if someone was drumming sticks against it!

The more she tried digging through the past, the more perplexed she grew.

All she remembers is waking up and finding it dark outside, that's it.

Trying to distinguish the dim room with all the energy she had left in her, she unintentionally emitted out a groan as her head throbbed, throat hurting.

She was slimmer, smaller, and lighter, almost tempted to float away like leaves in an autumn breeze if it weren't for the covers anchoring her to the bed.

'What the hell?' Manaka propped herself up with her elbow and scanned the current vacant room, noticing Naruto must have placed a pillow beneath her head and pulled his bedsheets over her while she was out of it.

When she touched her forehead with the back of her hand, she noted it was still warm. Her fever had quieted down, but it was still present, and the draft coming from Naruto's destroyed walls made it difficult to stay bundled in his comfy bed.

"Argh..." The girl removed the sheets off of her and rose to her feet. "Naruto?" She called out to the shinobi, already maneuvering toward where the light was illuminating from his hallway.

"Naruto?" Again, she repeated, this time entering his kitchen only to find him looming over his oven, boiling water in a teapot. He whipped his head toward the sound of her voice and inhaled sharply through his nostrils.

"Why did you get out of bed?! You're still in recovery mode ya know!" he scolded, tempted to take her back to his room, yet paused midway when she spoke.

"Um, what happened to me? I-I can't seem to remember." She stared at him, sheepishly smiling.

Upon mention, Naruto's body perked up and his cheeks flushed.

The shared close proximity of his and her body, the touch that radiated from her palms against his cheeks, her lustful face, her glistening lips, and her breasts, oh especially her breasts, they all seem to come flooding into that brain of his like there was no tomorrow- which quickly made him turn and lower his head in embarrassment.

He fixed his gaze on the fire burning beneath the kettle and kept his mouth shut, silently feeling his clothes grow tighter, especially in the crotch area.

Where she exactly hit his head.

The jinchuruki carrier heard her shuffle but he didn't bother in speculating the noise. That is until she craned her head from his side and poked it, delivering goosebumps all across his skin.

"What's the matter with you? Why do you seem as if you are avoiding me?"

He jumped about 10 feet away from her and fumbled his hands in the air. "HUH- WHA, PFFTTT, WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? I'm not avoiding you! What makes you think that?!"

Manaka instantly put on a glare. "I'm not convinced with your acting at all, spill."

"I-I'M NOT ACTING YA KNOW!" he yelled, his palm forming a fist.

"Oh really?" She gave him a skeptical look whilst crossing her arms. "Why are you yelling then?"

"I'M NOT YELL-ahem-I'm not yelling." He corrected himself, puffing out his chest as if to appear more convincing.