Sakura’s PoV
“Sakura-chan, hi.”
That was the first thing that Hinata told me after one month.
“Hinata!!! I’m so glad wewe came!! I bet Naruto-baka doesn’t mind it either. Do wewe Naruto?”
“Wha-what? No, o’ course I don’t. Glad to have wewe Hinata.”
Hinata’s PoV
“Glad to have wewe Hinata.”
That was all I really listened to. My name… rolling out his tongue…His voice…It sounded like muziki to my ears.
Sakura was dressed in a really cute red dress with cherry blossom designing in maroon. She looked so pretty, so beautiful. Her baby pink hair tumbled down her shoulders.
Naruto was wearing a white round neck T-shirt along with his machungwa, chungwa koti, jacket and machungwa, chungwa pants. His golden- blonde hair was still slightly spiked up and it had grown out a bit. He had his arm around Saku-chan’s waist.
It broke my moyo a bit more.
I kept looking at him, like that.
Sakura’s PoV
Hina-chan spaced out again.
“Hel…lo? Hinata…?” I said, waving my hand in front of her face. “You there?”
That seemed to break her trance.
“Huh? I’m sorry, did wewe say something?” she asked in her quiet voice.
“Nothing, dear,” I said. Then I turned to Naruto. He smiled at me.
“Let’s sit shall we?” he asked, kissing me on my forehead.
“Yep. There’s the bench.”
Naruto’s PoV
Hinata-chan was really kawaii. Actually, she is. I guess, I wouldn’t have minded if she had had a crush on me. Wouldn’t have minded being her boyfriend.
…So, secretly I hated Sakura-chan for saying what she did just then.
“So, weird, isn’t it?” she alisema suddenly.
“What is?” Hinata asked.
“That, out of so many of us back in the academy. I mean Sasuke-kun and your brother and wewe and us, we’re the only ones remaining,” she replied. “Like it was the survival of the fittest, and somehow, only we three survived without any changes in our relationships.”
“Oh, Shit! Hinata-chan, why are wewe crying?” I said, suddenly, because from my position, I could see Hinata shaking badly and sobbing.
“Hell!! I’m sorry Hina-chan! I forgot totally. I didn’t mean to upset you,” Sakura said. And I could see she meant it. Then, she signalled to me that she was leaving and she left.
Hinata’s PoV
Trust Sakura to be tactless. I know that when alisema that she didn’t mean it, she actually didn’t. But still…
And she was wrong about nothing changing. Everything had changed. Between she and Naruto, between me and she, between me and Naruto.
So, when I turned back because I felt someone hugging me, I didn’t quite expect it to be Naruto.
“Hush-hush. It’s okay,” he whispered. “Everything’s fine, Hinata. It’s alright.”
He seemed to be rocking me back and forth, gently. “It’s alright, dear one.”
Naruto’s PoV
I was hugging her and gently rocking her. It was a reflex mechanism – I mean, rocking her back and forth was. Hugging her, just seemed like the right thing to do.
… For some reason, that just set her off completely.
Hinata’s PoV
His body heat was so comforting. It felt right and wrong at the same time. Suddenly, I realised that I was crying again.
“Nothing’s right, Naruto,” I heard myself say, “nothing’s ever going to be alright either.”
“Why do wewe say that, dear?” he whispered gently.
Dear? When did I become dear?
“Don’t call me ‘dear’.”
“Okay,” he alisema quietly. “But why isn’t it ever going to be alright?”
“I don’t know… I can’t think, anymore, Naruto. I’ve messed my life up. I’m happy for Sakura and you. But , truthfully, it breaks me inside. Everything in the hivi karibuni past has been breaking me. I mean…I mean…”
“Yes?”
“I mean…I mean, I couldn’t tell wewe what I feel for you, Naruto.”
“Well, dear. Now’s a good time as any and it’s better late than never. How do wewe feel for me?”
“I upendo wewe Naruto. I’ve loved wewe since forever.”
Then, before I could realise what I’d said. His lips were on mine.
Naruto’s PoV
I knew it was wrong. But I was really happy. Happy because, it was the best thing I had heard in a month. I was happy because Hinata loved me. Always had.
And so, I had to kiss her. And it was the best kiss of my life.
“I upendo you, too, Hinata. I’m sorry for you, really,” I alisema as I kissed her.
Her mouth was salty from all the tears she had shed. But beneath that, her lips were soft and tasted faintly of her strawberry-cherry lip gloss. While kissing her, I pulled her closer to me, closing the gap between our bodies. I felt one of my hands mduara, duara round her waist, and the other sunk softly into her lush deep blue locks.
She gasped at the impact. Her mouth providing me a gap through which my tongue entered.
While kissing her, the world didn’t exist. The war didn’t exist. I wanted to kiss her all my life.
Then, I felt her tears wetting my cheeks as well, as she kissed me back.