"This better be good, Hinata," Naruto made a duck face and furrowed his eyebrows, "I missed my daily dose of ramen for this."
"Ramen is more important than me?" I acted hurt.
"Hey! I didn't mean it like that!" Naruto defended himself by shouting into my ears loud enough to make them bleed.
"Chill," I made a motion with my hands, "I was joking. Obviously I'm more important." I smirked.
"I didn't mean it like that either." He smirked back, and I frowned.
"That's mean." I acted hurt again, but at the same time I felt an odd sensation---something like jealousy--- of ramen.
I couldn't really be jealous of ramen, could I?
Currently we were heading towards 'Berry Funky Konoha', or 'BFK', an incredibly stupid name for a frozen yogurt shop, to where I'd finally be revealing the truth while enjoying a cup of fro-yo.
Even though it was winter in Konoha and the snow was already falling.
Yesterday, I met Itachi Uchiha, who questioned my stay. I was about to reveal everything when I thought it would be better if every one found out at the same time; Naruto was not present.
Itachi took us to BFK, where we---meaning me, Sakura and Sasuke---met up with Kiba and Shino. The only one missing was Naruto, and it was my job to go find him and get him.
And I did, I found him at the Ichiraku Ramen shop, which was our topic here.
I didn't tell him why I needed him, though.
"Do you know why I'm taking you to BFK?" I asked him and he grinned.
"You wanted to spend time with your prince." And his grin grew wider, which was somehow contagious.
"Oh, I did?" I teased him which made him frown.
"You didn't want to spend time with me?" He pouted, and I had to resist from pinching his cheeks.
Wait, I don't really have that urge, I don't.
Right?
"My my, could it be that the Idiot Naruto-kun wanted to spend time with the Great Hinata-chan?" I smiled, but he stopped in his tracks.
He had his orange sweater wrapped around his waist revealing his white tee---apparently he wasn't cold at all from the weather, and just wore a scarf around his neck---and for some reason instead of shuffling his hands into his short pockets---uh huh, he was wearing shorts in winter---he stuffed them in his sweater ones.
"What?" I said, a small laughter lingered in my words.
"Did...did you just call me Naruto-kun?"
And it was like time froze. My mouth was partially open, and my eyes widened as the wind flew by, making my hair collide against my face.
He gazed at me with his shining blue eyes without saying a word.
It was only then where I realized there a tint of red on his whiskered cheeks.
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Beyond The Stars
FanficHinata imagines what she must look like. Standing in front of her father with what she assumes is the nastiest face she could make, her hands balled into fists by her sides, glaring at the old man. She smiles. She must look as good as she feels. NO...
