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[February 3] [Naruto] origin of the good-morning reminder
Title: origin of the good-morning reminder
Day/Theme: February 3 / lemongrass summer
Series: Naruto
Character/Pairing: Naruto, Hinata
Rating: G
0103 020306
It happened in a wayside inn in some far-flung village of a land that was not their home. The sun was high in the heavens and rather fierce; it was a muggy day and all in all not-so-pleasant to be lugging around strapped with the usual ninja arsenal and carrying about fragile documents that could shake the very foundations of empires. But again, it was too hot to be walking about and, anyway, it was time for lunch, so she conceded to her companion’s wishes and soon had before her a steaming hot bowl of ramen and a tall glass of iced tea.
The ramen was different in that part of the world, but she was not disappointed at all. There was a different flavor in the soup base, one she couldn’t quite name. As expected, the meal made Naruto deliriously happy. She could not help but smile fondly as, rapt by his energy, she listened to him talk in between gulps of noodles.
What she didn’t expect, however, happened after he suddenly grew very solemn, watching her wordlessly with thoughtful, startling blue eyes. Hinata could still feel the warmth of his mouth against hers, taste the peculiar herb that made their soup aromatic and lemony. It was a lingering kiss, but not overly long, tentative but by no means nervous—it was not his first time, unlike her. When he pulled away, she was left quite imbalanced and feeling rather... new. Dazedly, she stared at him with her opaline eyes, wondering whether it was heat stroke that was making her light headed and the rest of the room appear rather fuzzy.
“W-what was that?” she uttered hesitantly.
Naruto licked his lips and frowned in concentration. “It’s lemongrass,” he said finally.
“Lemongrass?”
He grinned at her. “Yup. Lemongrass. In our ramen. Yummy, huh?”
“No.” She touched her lips with her fingers lightly. “I mean, yes, yummy. But I didn't mean that... What–”
“That,” he answered with aplomb, “was a kiss, Hinata-chan.”
Well. What could she say to that?
“Thanks for the awesome lunch and the awesome mission.” He got up and stretched, yawning widely. “But now we got to get moving or Tsunade-obaachan will have our asses whipped. Let’s go home!”
The rest of that trip home was nothing more than a blur. Hinata never forgot that summer, however, and neither did she forget the flavor of lemongrass, for her every day started with a good morning reminder.
~0141
Note: Hinata calls her food ramen, because Naruto called it so, but it's really something else. ^^;
Day/Theme: February 3 / lemongrass summer
Series: Naruto
Character/Pairing: Naruto, Hinata
Rating: G
0103 020306
It happened in a wayside inn in some far-flung village of a land that was not their home. The sun was high in the heavens and rather fierce; it was a muggy day and all in all not-so-pleasant to be lugging around strapped with the usual ninja arsenal and carrying about fragile documents that could shake the very foundations of empires. But again, it was too hot to be walking about and, anyway, it was time for lunch, so she conceded to her companion’s wishes and soon had before her a steaming hot bowl of ramen and a tall glass of iced tea.
The ramen was different in that part of the world, but she was not disappointed at all. There was a different flavor in the soup base, one she couldn’t quite name. As expected, the meal made Naruto deliriously happy. She could not help but smile fondly as, rapt by his energy, she listened to him talk in between gulps of noodles.
What she didn’t expect, however, happened after he suddenly grew very solemn, watching her wordlessly with thoughtful, startling blue eyes. Hinata could still feel the warmth of his mouth against hers, taste the peculiar herb that made their soup aromatic and lemony. It was a lingering kiss, but not overly long, tentative but by no means nervous—it was not his first time, unlike her. When he pulled away, she was left quite imbalanced and feeling rather... new. Dazedly, she stared at him with her opaline eyes, wondering whether it was heat stroke that was making her light headed and the rest of the room appear rather fuzzy.
“W-what was that?” she uttered hesitantly.
Naruto licked his lips and frowned in concentration. “It’s lemongrass,” he said finally.
“Lemongrass?”
He grinned at her. “Yup. Lemongrass. In our ramen. Yummy, huh?”
“No.” She touched her lips with her fingers lightly. “I mean, yes, yummy. But I didn't mean that... What–”
“That,” he answered with aplomb, “was a kiss, Hinata-chan.”
Well. What could she say to that?
“Thanks for the awesome lunch and the awesome mission.” He got up and stretched, yawning widely. “But now we got to get moving or Tsunade-obaachan will have our asses whipped. Let’s go home!”
The rest of that trip home was nothing more than a blur. Hinata never forgot that summer, however, and neither did she forget the flavor of lemongrass, for her every day started with a good morning reminder.
~0141
Note: Hinata calls her food ramen, because Naruto called it so, but it's really something else. ^^;