Naruto One Shots

Naruto - Don't Speak 💕

Word count - 2368
Ages - 19 and 18

"Naruto?" I gasped in surprise at the guest behind my door. Even though I knew he was coming I didn't expect it to be so soon.

"Come in." I stepped to the side to allow him into my small home.

Naruto followed me towards the kitchen in silence. "Tea?" I asked as I started filling the kettle.

"Yes please." He finally spoke as he sat down at my table that was only big enough for two. It was weird to have him be so quiet and stand-offish. But I knew what was coming. I was a strong empath and could feel his nervous and sad energy.

"How have you been?" I asked as I moved around the kitchen to get our tea ready. Combining natural herb to help relax his tense body.

"Good." He tried to reassure me with a small smile.

"Loaded question?" I asked knowing the answer. Even without my ability to read energy I could tell something was off. I had dreamed about this only a couple days prior. I knew it was coming.

"A lot has happened and I haven't seen you in a while." Naruto watched me intently as I continued prepping for our tea.

"I heard about the war. You were a real hero."

"It was nothing." He tried to fluff off. I always admired Naruto's modesty when it came to his natural strength. He liked to lean into the underdog role. The Naruto I used to know was only considered such. But now he had grown so much and was recognized like he always dreamed he would be. I always told him that was his future.

Once the kettle started whistling, I poured us to two mugs and set one down in front of him. I took the seat across from him as I casually sipped my tea.

He followed suit. We sat in awkward silence.

"I'm sorry to hear about Jiraiya's passing." I reached across the table and squeezed Naruto's bandaged hand.

"I thought you would have come." He looked at me with sad eyes across the table.

"You know I'm not welcome in the village." I pulled my hand back so I could grab my tea again. I wanted to keep touching Naruto but I knew it was wrong. This was not what he came all this way for. As sad as I was to admit that to myself. I dreamt of this moment. I could feel his energy. Now was definitely not the time.

"But they would have understood. You were close to him too." I looked down at my tea unable to make eye contact with Naruto as I thought about the person that brought us together.

I knew Jiraiya through my parents. They both passed almost a decade ago. After that Jiraiya would check on me every once in a while. He helped shape me into the woman I was today.

One day he showed up to my little house in the forest with Naruto in tow. He asked if they could stay with me while they trained.

Jiraiya knew I was clairvoyant and a strong empath. He wanted my help in case there was an emergency in their home village. I kept an eye on them for over two years before they left me.

That was the best two years on my life. I was happy and felt like I had a family again.

I was also in love. Naruto is only a year younger than me. It was natural for us to become close. And close we become.

We were each other first for everything. We explored what having a deeper connection with another truly meant. But as much as I loved him I could never see our future together. As much as I tried to convinced myself we could work through it, I knew we weren't meant to be.