With You in the Future

Jealousy (Part 2)

Loudly entering his small flat, being probably the one making the most noise in the whole building, Naruto slammed his door close. Meanwhile, he got out of his shoes before arriving in three deafening steps into his bedroom to let himself fall on his still untidy bed.

He failed, again.

Angrily, he caught his pillow and stuck it in a hug probably lethal for a living being. Maybe he should've gone training to use all this frustration accumulating since his come back. Sighing with irration, he sank his face against the white fabric, grumbling this time with annoyance.

He started to believe that, those stupid Hyuuga guards were sending him up and were making fun of him since he kept coming back in front of them several times per day, asking at the top of his lungs to see Hinata.

"It's you the moron who keep going back even though you know that-"

But today, Naruto thought with enthusiasm, ignoring Kurama. The fun's over!

He had made up his mind. He wasn't going to let them get in his way, and he didn't care if he was knocked out by Hyuuga Hiashi in person, he was longing for too long to see the beautiful kunoichi with her big deep eyes, pure and soft and... fond...

His stomach was overrun by a tornado of butterflies carelessly flapping their wings to his heart, beating louder and quicker in his chest where waves of his uncontrolled euphoria were discharging despite the pressure of the pillow.

A shiver went along his shine. He tightened his grip and let out a new sigh.

A new inexplicable thing.

This battle within him, this contrast between feeling good and feeling hurt, were both disagreeable and pleasant.

On one hand, he was in great shape like never before. He was feeling alive, accepted, real. In the other hand, he couldn't control his shudder and all his organs were in pain as if he was sick.

The most inexplicable was that, he felt like this only when he saw, felt or thought about Hinata. It was as if he was about to explode at any moment, but he didn't have to worry about it because everything was... normal?

Since when did he feel pleasure though his own suffering?

"You felt the same thing when you declared your love for her." Kurama played with his eyebrows, in a half-teasing and a half-desperate way. "And you're not sick, you're just in love, it's nothing complicated. Oh! Wait. Sorry, I forgot you're born dense!"

Stupid fox!

There was a short silence in which the bijuu scrutinised the jinchuuriki.

Oh! How Naruto hated when his companion was right. When everything he was whispering to tease him, to drive him nuts, sounded obvious once he was aware of it!

Of course he wasn't sick, he was in love!

A foolish smile stretched his whiskered and now burning cheeks. He then rolled while screaming a kind of whine in his pillow to relieve his shaking limbs.

Love - that opposite feeling of hate, opposing everything he always had as a child - was even better than the admiration and acknowledge he had wanted to have from others.

At that time, he was so focused on his training, on his mission, on his rivalry, on his survival, that he had never thought he would've been in love one day.

Now that everything was over, that he was an accomplished shinobi, his head and soul were both a complete mess. It was as if his surroundings were blurry, as if his sight was narrowed so that only Hinata could be the center of his attention, so that he could only see the one he loved.