Re; Naruto

Mistake

A/N: I hate this chapter...

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Hinata couldn't stop the pounding of her heart as Naruto held her hand through the festival. He stopped at whatever stall that caught his attention and drew her interest to the games and foods of the festival but it all pales in comparison to the feel and warmth of his hold of her hand. She looked at him, taking in the way his eyes seemed to glow as he laughed at something funny. He was so expressive compared to her that it always left her in awe.

She smiled at him, just so happy to see such a happy person like Naruto. It made her wonder, what was it that made him smile so brightly? Why was he always helping people despite how he could just let other people do the work? What drives him to work as hard as he did? Hinata wanted to know Naruto Tempest and she wanted to know him deeper than just the beauty of his glittering surface. She always had this feeling from the moment she saw him; that Naruto's like the ocean. Bright and beautiful on the surface but hid so many mysteries and wonder underneath his smile.

Naruto could feel her eyes on him. It was so similar to his wife that he could almost pretend that this was Konoha and the girl he's holding on was his wife. But that wouldn't be fair. So he refused the allure of delusion and clung onto the present using her hand as his anchor. When he's holding her hand like this, it felt like he's holding his heart and handing it to her. Of all the intimate actions he could have done, he always found hand holding to be the most intimate. The first time he held Hinata's hand, his whole heart was in his throat and he worried about the possible sweat of his hand bothering her. Now, he didn't want to let go of her hand.

It wasn't fair.

He smiled at Hinata as he held her while fishing for goldfish.

It wasn't fair.

He handed her the cotton candy flower that he bought, sharing a sweet treat between them.

It wasn't fair.

He bought a boat of takoyaki, sharing them with her and wiping the sauce from the corner of her lips with a soft smile, absentmindedly licking them off of his stained thumb and making her blush.

It wasn't fair.

Hyuuga Hinata. Uzumaki Hinata. Hyuuga Hinata. Uzumaki Hinata. Hyuuga Hinata. Uzumaki Hinata. Hyuuga Hinata. Uzumaki Hinata. Hyuuga Hinata. Uzumaki Hinata. Hyuuga Hinata. Uzumaki Hinata. Hyuuga Hinata. Uzumaki Hinata. Hyuuga Hinata. Uzumaki Hinata. Hyuuga Hinata. Hyuuga Hinata. Uzumaki Hinata. Hyuuga Hinata. Uzumaki Hinata. Hyuuga Hinata...

She looked at him, eyes grey instead of lavender moonstone, "Naruto-kun?"

He blinked, finally noticing the burn of chakra trying to support his crumbling mind, and nodded at her questioning gaze, "Yes?"

Hinata ducked her head down, cheeks red like the candied apple she's holding, before looking up at him, "Are you..." She hesitated, staring at him before sighing, looking down at their connected hands, "Never mind..."

Naruto held her hand when suddenly she stumbled. She hissed and looked at the snapped thong of her geta, "Oh dear...it's my favorite too..."

Naruto looked around and saw an empty bench, pointing at it, "Let's seat you there,"

Hinata nodded but before she could hobble her way to the bench, Naruto picked her up, making her squeak in surprise. She blushed fiercely as she gasped, "Na-Naruto-kun!"

Naruto grinned at her, "What? I can't let you hop around like a living scarecrow when I can just pick you up like this, 'ttebayo,"

Hinata whimpered in embarrassment, not knowing if she should point out that he's princess carrying her. Her white summer kimono with purple flowers felt tight on her heating body. Naruto's gait was easy and she imagined that he would make an excellent fireman with how sturdy his arms were as they carried her whole weight. Amaterasu! She must be heavy! Hinata blushed at the thought as she realized that she's bothering Naruto.