My Right Hand (a NaruHina FanFiction)

Prologue:Rain

It doesn't rain very often in Konoha, but when it rains, it
pours .

Naruto looked at the young woman that was currently holding an umbrella over his head. Her clothes were slowly getting more soaked and her long black hair were slowly getting more wet as she did her very best to weather him from the storm. She carefully held the umbrella against the wind's direction, making sure that most of the rain didn't reach him. For some strange reason it seemed that her priority was to protect him rather than keep herself dry.

She had a bright smile on her lips. As if she didn't mind getting wet. As if she didn't mind the droplets of rain that were slowly accumulating on her face. As if being with him like this was something she genuinely cherished.

Naruto thought it was the most beautiful thing he had even seen....

It was like a small piece of sunshine, warming his heart, and easing his worries...

Come to think of it, "Hinata", her name, meant "Sunshine" didn't it?

Sunshine under the rain... For some reason this seemed to describe her perfectly .

"Why are you smiling like this, Naruto-kun?"

The blonde ninja used his left intact arm to absent-mindedly ruffle his hair and grinned.

"I just thought of something funny."

The young woman leaned closer to him. For a very brief moment her shoulder touched the stump that once was his right hand...

...Jolts of electricity passed through his entire body, as if he was suddenly struck by lightning.

"Is there something wrong, Naruto-kun?"
"No-nothing!"

Why was he stuttering? Why was he reacting this way?

What was that strange thing he was feeling?

He couldn't quite describe it. The closest thing he could compare it with was with what he was feeling whenever he ate ramen. Whenever he ate ramen he felt happy, he felt content. He felt fulfilled.

Being with Hinata felt similar to what he felt when he ate ramen. Whenever she was by his side he also felt happy and content. But while with ramen those feelings subsided when he finished eating it (probably why he ate so much of the stuff, now that he thought about it), with Hinata those feelings kept going.

Whenever he was with her, he didn't just feel happy and content. He felt strong. He felt confident. He felt complete .

A wide grin formed once more on his face, following this train of thought.

It had all started with ramen...