Chapter 7

Shion and Naruto were sitting in the kitchen. Naruto was cooking dinner while Shion was finishing up Hinata's uniform, and all the while the two were talking and joking.

"You know, it's weird. I haven't seen Hinata yet. She's usually here when I get back."

Shion looked up. "Is she ok?"

Naruto shrugged. "I don't know, I'll be right back. I'm going to go check on her."

Naruto could have sworn he heard someone walking quickly down the hall as he went to exit the kitchen. When he reached Hinata's room he opened it a crack and saw her sleeping peacefully on her bed. Naruto sighed and slowly closed the door.

When Hinata heard the door close she opened her eyes and turned towards the door to see if anyone was in the room. She was glad there wasn't.

"That was close…"

Naruto was back in the kitchen watching Shion put the finishing touches on Hinata's uniform, waiting for some of the food to finish cooking.

"You know, I was joking earlier about the whole princess thing, but now I think it actually fits."

Shion arched her eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

Naruto scratched the back of his head. "Well… how can I put this… you look, well, I guess elegant would be the right word here?"

Shion giggled. "Um, thanks?"

Naruto sighed in frustration and went back to make sure the food wasn't burning, just as Shion was finishing up. Naruto turned off the heat and let the food cool.

When Shion handed him the uniform he was wide eyed with surprise. "Wow… this is amazing! It's like it was professionally done!"

Shion blushed and looked down at the floor. "Thank you Naruto…-kun."

Naruto was too lost in appraising the outfit to notice the suffix to his name. "Hey Shion, since its already late do you want to stay for dinner? You know, as sort of a thank you for everything?"

Shion hesitated. "I would love to Naruto, but… I have to get home… My parents are going to be wondering where I am and I called the driver a little while ago… Sorry"

Naruto shook his head. "Nah, its ok. I just thought I could use this as a thank you. Anyway, I'll walk you out then."

Outside the kitchen someone was listening in on their conversation with balled fists and an angry glare.