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Eyes Wide Open Epilogue

Two years later

The bright blue of the spring sky faded as it dipped to meet the horizon, thinning out into a robin’s egg backdrop to the city of Konoha. It was a warmer spring than usual, the temperature bleeding the cherry blossoms of their delicate scent and flooding the streets with it in tandem with the pink, snow-like petals. The afternoon sun was glittery and bright, almost tangible, as Sasuke lifted a hand to let it run over his fingertips.

Somewhere nearby, deeper within the upper class district, strains of elegant music filtered through the ambiance of twittering birds and the rush of rainwater in the gutter below. Sasuke inhaled deeply before lurching into a steady lope up the cobblestone street. A pair of high, broad gates met him at the entrance to a grassy courtyard and he pushed them open just enough to slip inside, where he was met with a suffocating bustle of people scrambling to and fro laden with chairs, or flowers, or gossamer, white banners. Sasuke flattened himself against the inside of the wall, inching towards a door as he pulled at the tie around his neck. He managed to slip by the numerous staff with surprising ease and exhaled a soft sigh of relief when he made it through the door without incident. After straightening his jacket, he continued down the nigh-oppressively quiet hall with a hint of spring in his step. He passed several doors which emanated discouraging, high-pitched giggles but soldiered forward. He had one thing in mind and he would remain on target.

Eventually he came to a final door. Steeling his nerves, he pushed it open and went inside.

The room was bright, lit by several large windows around the perimeter. A privacy divider was in one corner, wrapped around some floor length mirrors. There was a cream-colored chair set in the main part of the room, but Sasuke couldn't sit down just yet. He cleared his throat.

There was a quiet ‘eep!’ from behind the divider before something clattered against the mirrors and whoever it was stepped out into the light.

Sasuke gaped, cheeks flushing before he could will his surprise away.

“Sasuke?” Hinata frowned, reaching up to straighten the ornament in her hair. “The reception isn't for another couple of hours; what are you doing here?” Her fingers expertly sank into her dark hair, winding it tighter at a braided junction near her ear. When she was finished, she brushed her hands down the front of her crane-patterned furisode. When Sasuke didn't respond right away she glanced up at him nervously between her lashes, cheeks flushing a fetching pink. After several moments of shared blushing, she raised an arm and hid behind a sleeve. “You're embarrassing me.”

Sasuke blew out a sheepish gust of air and cleared his throat. “Sorry.... You just looked... so incredible.”

Her arm drifted just low enough to expose her eyes and creased brows. “You're not supposed to be here, you know. This building is just for the girls to get ready.”

Sasuke rolled his eyes. “I got bored waiting for the ceremony to be over.” He released a teasing, exaggerated sigh and sank into the love seat on one side of the coffee table. “Imagining those two idiots joining up and reproducing? Exhausting.” He pressed a hand over his face in mock weariness. Hinata stepped closer to him, giggling softly.

“You know you're only saying that because you want them to be happy.”

Sasuke lowered his hand, concealing his playful smirk. “Yeah, you're right.” He and Hinata shared a warm look, eyes glittering with gladness over their friends' nuptials. Hinata sank down on the other end of the love seat, carefully arranging her furisode so it wouldn't wrinkle. She soon grew shy once more, glancing over at him and away and again several times. After drinking in the lovely image of her dressed in her formal wear again, Sasuke got distracted by the pleasing way Hinata's pale eyes reflected the light from the windows. He scooted closer to her, lips splitting into a cocky grin when he noticed her flush returning, creeping up from the collar of her clothing. He draped his arm over her shoulders, pulling her close against him. She smiled slightly, relaxing into the half-hug.

He chuckled and leaned close to her ear. “Did I already say how amazing you look?”

Her smile grew. “I think you might have mentioned it.” They chuckled together as he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

With the bright sun filtering in behind them, the heat blooming in his chest from the kiss, Sasuke breathed in. A day like today could last forever... and he didn't think he'd ever grow tired of it.

The courtyard had been transformed since he'd seen it earlier in the afternoon. Bright-feeling music played loudly from the audio setup in the corner. The gossamer banners from before had been tied up around the rooftops, framing the yard in an ethereal softness. Fairy lights sparkles along strings around the dining area and large, white lanterns seemed to float, unfettered, throughout the space. The delicate glow suffused the evening air, contrasting against the deepening blue of the clear sky. Round, white tables were arranged in a honeycomb formation and several longer tables—laden with trays of food—bordered the edges. At a separate table in the back of the setting, what Sasuke assumed was the cake sat, covered in a massive opaque cloche, awaiting the reveal by the bride and groom.

There was a tug on his sleeve and Hinata pointed to the gates. “It's time,” she murmured, eyes dancing. He nodded, giving the arm laced with his a reassuring squeeze. The sound of a bell echoed throughout the district and a pair of staff members opened the gates, revealing a radiant procession the likes of which Konoha hadn't seen in decades. A hundred guests at least, clad in varying shades of formal wear—both traditional and modern—flowed through the gates like a rainbow-colored river, illuminated with the exultation they all shared. There were familiar faces as well as unfamiliar, but they were all alike in the smiles they wore. The courtyard filled and for a moment Sasuke fretted that there wouldn't be enough room. Yet, they all settled in and as the last few guests arrived, so did the main attraction, flanked on either side by the mayor herself, Tsunade Senju, and the bride's parents.

Tsunade, boisterous as ever, stepped forward firmly and raised her arms. “Ladies and gentlemen, may I present the bride and groom!”

Hinata's face lit up. Sasuke swallowed thickly and refused to acknowledge the building moisture in his eyes. The music reached a crescendo.

Naruto and Sakura stepped through the gates, arm in arm and emitting such touching happiness that some guests would later describe it as 'blinding'. Naruto's eyes were scrunched up from the breadth of his usual foxy grin, wider and whiter than it had ever been before in his life. In keeping with their split traditional/contemporary style wedding, he was wearing a glossy black tux, but in keeping with Naruto, the tie was undone and flapping about his shoulders whimsically. A bundle of cherry blossoms were pinned to his lapel.

Sakura, mirroring her name, was the true flower of the pair. Her trademark pink hair had grown even longer over the past two years, cascading down her back and flowing freely in styled, broad ringlets. Instead of wearing her uchikake as it was originally intended, she had opted to follow the new trend of folding it down over the obi, transforming it into a eye-catching, sleeveless gown. Sasuke, despite himself, found himself smiling at that. It was just so Sakura. Clasped in her arm was a massive bouquet of cherry blossoms, white camellias and pale pink roses.

They finally reached the arbor, lit from above by a woven structure of fairy lights, and stopped to survey the image. The guests began a round of applause and a reverberating, collective shout of “Congratulations!” flooded the space.

Sasuke found himself clapping along with them, although it felt cheap compared the emotions he actually felt in regards to Naruto's marriage.

I hope they find happiness together, forever.

The food was delicious, but the speeches were better. So many different stories of Naruto from when he was a rambunctious hoodlum running the streets, spray-painting the city hall building before he was even old enough to buy the paint on his own. Tales of how happy people were to hear when Mayor Tsunade had adopted him, how proud they were to watch him grow into the thoughtful, responsible young man he had become and how glad they were to see him stepping into a new chapter of his life with his beloved new wife.

Stories were also shared on Sakura's end, many honoring her for her strong initiative for her medical career and well wishes for her to go far as a practitioner. At one point Ino stood up and—being a bit tipsy—accidentally called Sakura “Billboard Brow”. It had almost come to half-joking blows, until Ino began to weep, happily gushing about how happy she was to see her friend end up with someone who cherished her. Sakura really deserved that, she explained, someone who would appreciate her for who she was.

The night wore on. The trees surrounding the yard slowly filled with guests' wedding offerings, wrapped in brightly-colored, shimmering cards and tied to the branches with gold thread. In the true spirit of modern advancement and wholly surprising to some of the older attendees, a dance floor was prepared on one side of the yard and band struck up a romantic song for Naruto's and Sakura's first dance. Many 'oohs' and 'ahhs' emanated from the crowd, as well as some chuckling when Naruto attempted to dip Sakura and nearly dropped her.

Hinata and Sasuke remained close together, content to observe most of the goings-on from the peaceful sidelines. They had gotten so relaxed that Sasuke nearly jumped out of his skin when a voice suddenly sounded near his ear.

“So, you guys think you'll be next?”

Sasuke released a strange, strangled squeak before realizing it was only Shikamaru, half-lidded and tie loose and he eyed Sasuke flatly. His eyebrows rose at Sasuke's reaction.

“Didn't mean to startle you.”

Sasuke straightened up and cleared his throat. “No problem.” Hinata took notice of Shikamaru's arrival and dipped her head.

“Good evening!”

Shikamaru returned the gesture. “Hinata.” He looked back at Sasuke. “So are you gonna answer or what? You guys planning on getting married anytime soon?”

Sasuke's mouth went dry and Hinata blushed, stammering out several incoherent sounds. Sasuke shrugged, “I... I... Well, why are you asking?”

Shikamaru opened his mouth to respond but was interrupted by a gruff, feminine voice from behind him. “He's only asking so he can try to get out of proposing!”

Shikamaru bit the the toothpick he been chewing in half and muttered, “Temari.”

The speaker sidled up next him. She was a blonde woman in a deep purple kimono, her gold hair pulled back in an elaborate—yet somehow sharp-looking—updo. Her lips were painted a dark red and somehow Sasuke felt that was meaningful. She wound her arm into the crook of Shikamaru's elbow and smirked. “You must be the Uchiha brat I've heard so much about.” Sasuke blanched, confused. The woman eyed Hinata. “Judging from the pretty Hyuuga you have next to you, I'm assuming my boyfriend's advice from back then paid off.” Her arm tightened on Shikamaru's, causing him to go pale. “Now if only my dear Shikamaru could take some of his own useful advice to advance our relationship.”

Shikamaru spat the remains of the toothpick out and frowned at her. “Don't make this weird. You haven't even introduced yourself to them yet.”

The woman's blue-green eyes hardened.

Shikamaru sighed and, using his free hand, gestured at the woman. “Sasuke, Hinata, this is my fiancee, Temari no Sabaku.” Sasuke and Hinata bowed shallowly, nodding along with the introduction. Meanwhile, Temari's eyes had gone wide, her brusque demeanor melting into one of shock.

“'Fiancee'?” She sputtered.

Shikamaru rolled his eyes, “Well, if it means so much to you, I figured I'd start calling you that.”

Her face went red. “You can't just 'start calling' me that! You have to propose properly! Make me feel loved!”

Shikamaru looked away. “Troublesome.” He glanced at Sasuke sidelong. “I'll see you around.” Before anyone could react, he bolted into the crowd, forcing Temari to chase after him, a lecture already leaving her lips. Moments after they'd gone, a pair of tired-looking men stopped by where Hinata and Sasuke were still standing, frozen and bewildered. The taller one, a stocky man with brown hair, waved them down.

“Did you see a terrifying blonde lady come by? She was most likely chasing a spiky haired slouch.”

The other man, red headed with pale, blue-green eyes, glanced at Hinata before turning away. As brief as it was, his expression caused her to blush. Noticing the exchange, Sasuke grit his teeth. He pointed in the direction Shikamaru and Temari had gone. “Yeah, they ran that way.” The brunet man nodded, biting out a sharp 'thanks', before he tapped the red-head's shoulder and they darted after the oddly-matched couple.

Sasuke exhaled quietly. What an odd sequence of events. He felt fingers thread through his and looked down to see Hinata smiling up at him. He leaned down so she could whisper in his ear.

“Let's go sit down.” He allowed her to drag him to a quiet table in the corner. A waiter came by and served them champagne, which they sipped quietly. The energy of the reception buzzed gently in their chests. The more subtle energy that lingered between them crackled along their skin. Sasuke took another sip and reflected on the events of the years since he'd confessed to Hinata.

Their relationship had been rocky at first. Hinata was still getting used to the idea of Sasuke being in love with her, and Sasuke was still working on getting his mental obstacles in check. They'd bickered occasionally, but with encouragement from Itachi, Sasuke had always stepped forward when he was in the wrong.

Strangely, Neji had become a weird source of comfort for Sasuke during times when he and Hinata had fought. Neji had been a huge part of Hinata's life and was thus a font of knowledge on how to handle her. Whenever it had been her fault for a spat, he'd tell Sasuke to just wait a few days and eventually Hinata would crack, crawling back spewing apologies and attempting to make up for her slight.

As time went on, they got better about handling their problems alone, and the problems gave way to a strong foundation and a blossoming partnership. Sasuke was ceaselessly encouraging, prodding Hinata to step out and chase her own dreams. She remained in theater class, but grew more aggressive about pursuing direction, rather than just working in the background.

In turn, Hinata had also helped Sasuke work through his deep-seated emotional turmoil. He frequently relapsed into his apathetic state, sleeping often and doing his best to ignore anything that might be difficult to imagine. At one point, he nearly had another meltdown when Itachi overworked himself and collapsed from exhaustion. Luckily, that's all it had been.

But they were here now, together and more in love than ever. Hinata's was a quiet passion, more loyalty than romance. Sasuke's was a stormy one, demanding to give and illustrate his love for her through support and intimate gestures.

She puts up with a lot, he mused as he stared at her. He leaned on the table on his elbow, chin cradled in his palm.

Suddenly, as if melting from the shadows, Itachi appeared. Sasuke jumped once more, spluttering in the fashion of Hinata.

Itachi laughed quietly. “No need to be scared, little brother.”

Sasuke's shock turned to irritation. “You're so late I can't even tell you.”

Itachi nodded. “I'm aware. I've already apologized to Naruto and he assured me that he had some staff from the city hall film the entire thing for me.”

“Where were you?”

“I was attempting to escort a distant relation of Naruto's here. Small world, isn't it? He's actually the one who founded the Akatsuki.”

Sasuke blinked rapidly, “W-what?”

Itachi smiled, eyes creasing. “It's amazing how humanity can stretch so far, yet still tie together so closely.”

Sasuke nodded, contemplating the concept. Several moments passed before he leapt to his feet, “You brought the Akatsuki here?!”

Itachi stood slowly, “Now, now. No need to worry. I'm sure they'll be on their best behavior.”

At that moment, Naruto appeared, vaulting into Sasuke's side with a crushing force. “So this is where you've been hiding, you jerk!” He looked over Sasuke's shoulder and grinned at Hinata. “Oh, hey Hinata!” She smiled warmly.

“Hello, Naruto!”

Naruto turned back to Sasuke, grin twisting into a ferocious glare. “As I was saying, jerk! You were supposed to congratulate me first and I found you here, at the end of the party, having not even said a word to me all day! What kind of best friend are you?!”

“Naruto,” Sasuke struggled to escape Naruto's grasp, “Naruto, we have much bigger problems to worry about!”

“Oh really? Like what? The fact that I've known you for ten years and this is how you treat me? I oughta—”

A loud bang erupted from the other side of the courtyard, followed by several screams. Smoke began to billow upward between the buildings.

Itachi rubbed his chin. “Oh dear.”

Naruto stilled. “W... What was that?”

Sasuke groaned. “The bigger problem.”

Tsunade's voice rose above the crowd, “Everyone! This way to evacuate!” The crowd began spilling back out the gates. Using the distraction to escape Naruto's grip, Sasuke grabbed Hinata's hand and dragged her away, nearly in a run. Despite the threat of fire being very real, it seemed most of the crowd had realized it was relatively minor, so most were evacuating while still smiling, laughing about how this would make the night even more memorable than before.

Caught up in the rush of the events, Sasuke breathlessly gazed back over his shoulder. Hinata was following close behind, grinning broadly at him. He watched her hair come loose from it's confines, spilling down over the shoulders of her pale furisode. She had reached down and pulled the tight fabric up to her knees so she could run more freely, exposing her zori and the fact that she had sneakily worn leggings under her clothes, probably for comfort. Sasuke drank in the elation in her pearly eyes and the rosiness of her cheeks and strawberry-colored flush of her smiling lips and—surrounded by all things to do with weddings, friends spanning generations and the hopes for his future—decided that he didn't want to spend that future with anyone else.

He scarcely felt the breath in his lungs as he shouted over the noise. “Hinata!”

She fluttered her eyes prettily. “What?!”

He stilled for an instant, just long enough to whirl her in against his chest. He caught her arms; they were nose to nose, a rock in the river of evacuating wedding guests. They panted together, breath mingling. He could smell the champagne on her lips.

“Hinata, marry me.”

For the umpteenth time that night, beneath the stars and the lanterns, her face lit up. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek.

“Yes!”

He kissed her, laughing against her lips. A breeze picked up, showering them in sakura petals. Sasuke felt his chest burst into fireworks, streaking away into the sky and crumbling back to reveal the path towards the future. The future with Hinata by his side.

I love you, Hinata.

I love you too, Sasuke.

With this, I can proudly say that Eyes Wide Open is officially complete! Thank you to everyone who read and supported me through this. It’s been wonderful and I hope you read my next project when it gets posted as well. Hope you enjoyed the epilogue and have a lovely night!

#my writing #Eyes Wide Open: Sasuhina #sasuhina #naruto fanfiction #sasuke uchiha #hinata hyuga #hinata hyuuga #au

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crystaltrinket · 2 years

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Written in the Stars - SasuHina - Winter Week 2021

Hi, dudes! Part 2 for @shweekly today. It's another long one today and continuation for Part 1. Please see the end for additional author's notes. Enjoy!

Written in the Stars | SasuHina | Summary: Modern AU - Sasuke never got the chance to tell Hinata his feelings towards her before he left to study abroad. Now he’s back. AKA: Sasuke is too busy being butthurt from being abroad and everyone acts as his wingman to help finish what he started before he left… if he can stop being butthurt.

Part 1: Winter Constellations

Part 2: The Beauty of Snow

The onsen-ji was breathtaking. It was traditionally built with a few, carefully placed modern touches that elevated the overall look. The Presidential Suite, the biggest of all the rooms at the inn, fit all eight of them perfectly. The suite had two floors, a living room with a private entrance of the onsen on the first floor, a small kitchen and a small patio area arranged with a tiny zen garden and on the second floor, two bedrooms, another living room, and a balcony.

From the living room view on the first floor, steam rose up from the hot springs. On a small table in the living room, eight plates of varying food and eight cups of tea.

“Wow!” Sakura’s eyes gleamed at the sight. “Hinata-chan, this room is amazing!”

Hinata softly giggled. “Typically, this room is reserved around this time of year, but it ended up being free. I’m glad you like it.”

“You’re the best, Hinata,” Kiba slung an arm around her, squeezing her lightly. Sasuke narrowed his eyes when he saw the other boy whisper something in her ear. She lightly blushed before giggling her way out of Kiba’s half-embrace.

“Everyone, there’s two bedrooms upstairs if you want to split up?” Hinata asked. They all looked at each other, before breaking out in laughter. Sasuke looked at them quizzically.

“Hinata-chan, we’ll just do the same as we always do,” Ino moved the small table in the living room against the wall, careful not to spill the tea placed atop it. “Sleepover style!”

“Great,” Hinata smiled. Naruto clamped his hand on Sasuke’s shoulder.

“It’ll be just like the old days, huh?” the blond gave him a wide smile.

Sasuke smirked, shrugging his hand from his shoulder. “Just don’t drool all over the place in your sleep, dobe.”

The group loudly laughed at his comment, Sasuke particularly listening for Hinata’s soft laughter, as Naruto stuttered in his comeback.

“Come on, you,” Sakura grabbed Naruto by the sleeve of his jacket, still chuckling at his reaction. “Help move the furniture around.”

With the living room clear of furniture, the group set out to arrange their futons.

Sasuke waited until the last minute to place his futon. He noticed that everyone seemed to lay theirs in the same pattern as when they were younger.

Kiba and Shino placed their futons in opposite directions, putting their futons above Sakura and Naruto. Sakura laid her futon closest to the onsen, Naruto placed his next to hers. Shikamaru unfolded his futon just below them, under their feet, with Ino laying her futon next to him. Lastly, Hinata laid her futon at her usual place, next to the wall - leaving Sasuke's spot open for him.

Sasuke placed his futon next to Hinata’s, giving her a small smile when she caught his eye.

“It’s nice to have you back, Sasuke-kun,” she whispered as she straightened out her futon. His breath hitched in his throat, and he could barely hear their friends gathering the plates and cups of tea from the table nearby.

The words were stuck on the tip of his tongue and all he managed was a tight smile in response. Before he could think of something else to say, he saw Hinata’s eyes widen in panic.

“N-Naruto-kun! Wait!” she moved to stop the blond from entering the onsen.

Sasuke turned and saw Naruto halfway dressed about to dip into the hot spring. Sakura came onto the patio holding her plate in one hand and his plate in the other.

“You cannot be serious…” Sakura shoved his plate into his hands. “You are not going to ruin this nice vacation by being sick the entire time.”

Naruto nervously chuckled. “Of course not!”

“Sasuke, Hinata,” Shikamaru handed them their plates and cups. “You really outdid yourself again, Hinata.”

“You will have to share the recipe for this,” Ino pointed to her plate with her fork. “I don’t know how you manage to do it.”

“Well,” Hinata shrugged one shoulder. “It helps that we’ve all been friends for so long.”

Sasuke couldn’t help but chuckle along with everyone else. She had made all of their favorite foods and he was sure she had more surprises up her sleeve for them. It was the type of thing she would do. For as long as he’s known her, she’d put the needs and wants of others before herself - often forgetting to take care of herself.

It was a point of contention between the both of them. When Hinata told him her father’s plans of making her heiress to the temple and the onsen-ji, he was furious. Sasuke wasn’t too worried about the temple. Her mother’s family taught her well in temple etiquette and temple dealings. Her father, on the other hand, was known to be a straight businessman and dealt strictly with running the onsen-ji successfully. Together with his wife, they made a formidable match in the business world.

Hinata wasn’t business-minded and often floundered under her father’s tutelage. To put the stress of the temple and its upkeep and the maintenance of the onsen-ji as a business was too much pressure to put on her, in Sasuke’s opinion.

Hinata felt a sense of duty to continue the family business and Sasuke couldn’t find a way to change her mind.

He looked down at the onigiri she prepared for him. He remembered often eating many of the onigiri she made - he mentally frowned, probably because she was too stressed, he mused.

Sasuke took a bite, relishing the taste as it brought back memories, both happy and sad. He took a sip of the hot tea and let out a contented sigh.

“Missed it, huh?” Kiba smirked at him. Shino stood beside him and silently nodded while taking a sip of tea.

Sasuke inclined his head. “It’s hard to find tastes like this outside of Japan.”

Kiba snorted. “Try, ‘outside of this place’. Hinata’s been working hard on making deals with the best vendors and manufacturers. It’s almost like she was able to monopolize the best stuff for the business.”

“I see,” Sasuke looked down at his cup. “Sounds like she’s been overworking herself.”

“On the contrary,” Shino answered. “It seems she may have found a good balance. I only say that because she doesn’t look worn out when we have our lunches together.”

Sasuke’s gaze drifted to Hinata who was standing near Ino and Shikamaru, sharing a laugh with them. It was true, she didn’t look overworked. Her long hair still held a certain shininess he remembered. She looked to be in high spirits and there wasn’t a line of stress on her face in sight.

“Neji doesn’t seem to help out either,” Kiba added. “The last I heard, he was flying back and forth to and from Hong Kong in preparation of opening his new business with Tenten.

“Hmm,” Sasuke downed the rest of his cooled tea in one gulp. He forgot her cousin Neji was also into business, and now that he thought about it, her younger sister Hanabi was probably being pushed towards a business career path as well.

Perhaps, Hinata was more business-minded than he previously thought.

“Woah, look at that!”

Everyone was lounging upstairs in one bedroom, resting after eating the prepared food. Time passed and before they knew it, snow started to fall. Sakura’s exclamation brought them to the balcony to see the snow fall.

“You know,” Naruto tapped his chin. “I bet the snow fall would be prettier if we all got into the hot springs.”

Sasuke rolled his eyes. At the rate of falling snow, the most they would get would be a light dusting by the time they would all be ready to come out.

“Then, why don’t we get into the hot springs?”

Sasuke was startled by Hinata’s question. It was almost one in the morning. Wouldn’t it be an inappropriate time?

“Yes!” Naruto pumped a fist in the air. His eyes held a certain glint that Sasuke was all too familiar with. “Sasuke, it’s been a while - why don’t you go in first?”

Sasuke instantly felt himself being lifted up and led to the balcony by the other boys. He heard Ino and Sakura shouting in the background, telling the boys to put him down.

In his foresight, he was fully prepared for this to happen - as it has happened countless times being friends with Naruto. He just wanted to make sure he didn’t hit the large rock wall separating the men’s and women’s hot springs.

Sasuke exhaled, feeling the cold chill touch his feet.

“W-Wait!” Hinata’s voice stopped them. She cleared her throat and in a voice, he’s never heard her use before, she said - “Please do not damage the temple onsen property.”

Sasuke was promptly dropped on the floor. The room was quiet. And then it burst into brouhaha as everyone clambered around Hinata.

“Hinata-chan, was that your businesswoman voice?!”

“Damn, Hinata! I didn’t know you were capable of that!”

“Now, I know how you get the best deals! You gotta teach me that trick!”

Hinata chuckled softly, ushering them down the steps. “Please, it’s nothing. Just something I learned while dealing with business things. Nothing special.”

Sasuke caught Hinata’s eyes as he came towards the stairs. “You are full of surprises tonight, it seems,” he whispered.

Hinata blushed and shrugged her shoulders. He passed her, taking a step down the stairs and instantly winced. The fall must have left a bruise on his backside.

He heard Hinata giggle behind him. “Come on, Sasuke-kun. The hot springs will do you some good.”

Sasuke shivered as he stepped out in just a towel, but soon the warm air from the onsen gathered around him as he stepped closer to the hot springs. Beside him, Hinata wore a towel just long enough to hit above her knees. She arranged her hair in a low bun to keep it from getting wet.

The onsen kept traditional rules intact and the group followed, at Hinata’s request. Wading into the hot spring, Sasuke found a seat against the rock wall dividing the men and women’s hot spring. He heard a soft sigh as Hinata entered the hot spring and sat down on the other side of the wall.

The rest of the group followed, congregating at the rock wall. Snow continued to fall as they became acclimated to the temperature of the hot springs.

“I wouldn’t put it past you if you slipped in the hot springs after every workday, Hinata-chan,” Sakura closed her eyes and sighed as she slipped lower into the water.

“I agree,” Ino nodded. “There has to be some private onsen for the owner… is there?”

“The business owner has no special perks to the onsen,” Hinata shook her head. “But as the onsen-ji heiress, I do have some special luxuries.”

“Ooh!” Sakura’s head popped up. “Do tell!”

“Spill the beans, Hinata,” Kiba agreed. “Maybe I can switch roles with you one day.”

Sasuke leaned against the rock wall, resting his head on his forearms as he listened to Hinata listing her duties as the temple heiress and the benefits that came with it. He watched as her eyes crinkled when she smiled, how emotions easily showed on her face.

He noticed the snow lightly dusting the area around them, as he had predicted. He watched as the snowfall landed in the hot springs, melting immediately. Sasuke looked up, observing that in time, the whole onsen would be covered in at least twelve inches of snow. Rigel was still shining brightly in the sky. His eyes followed the snowflakes illuminated by the star’s bright light, landing softly on and around Hinata.

Author's Note: Proper hot spring etiquette dictates that one should have a tiny snack before getting into the hot spring since your body could have an adverse reaction if you haven't eaten before or if you had a big meal before getting in.

#sasuke x hinata #sasuhina #sasuke uchiha/hinata hyuuga #shweekly winter week 2021 #shweekly #series: written in the stars #creator: crystaltrinket

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365daysofsasuhina · 3 years

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[ Your Eyes Only || SasuHina Zine 2020 ] [ Hyūga Hinata, Hyūga Hiashi, Uchiha Sasuke, Uchiha Itachi ] [ Death, car accident, [ Verse: Best Years of Your Life ] [ AO3 Link ]

She didn’t like the new house at first.

There was a lot she didn’t understand when things began to change. Like why her little sister and her mother came home from the hospital...and then her mother left again. Any time she asked, her father would get so sad. All he would ever say was that her mother was gone, and never coming back. No real explanation. No reason to placate her worry. But Hinata was far too young then to truly comprehend death. So she was left with a quiet, grieving father...and a baby sister who would never know their mother as Hinata had.

She felt so...alone.

And then, after two years in the quiet, somber house...her father tells her they can’t stay there anymore. The weight of his grief has finally become too much, needing to distance himself from the woman and her memories.

So Hinata, Hiashi, and little Hanabi leave the home Hinata has always known for one across town.

It’s cheap - a bit suspiciously so. According to the realtor, there have been two deaths in the home recently, and the remaining family had to relocate...hence the sale. Hiashi, ever the skeptic, doesn’t find the news troubling, and thinks the sizable backyard is worth a bit of rumor milling in the neighborhood.

Hinata, however, soon realizes that something is...off.

She never sees anything. But there are...feelings. It’s often said that children are more sensitive to what lies beyond. And yet no matter how many times she tells her father, he brushes her off as just indulging in childish make-believe. So from the moment they move in, she finds herself a bit...nervous in her own home.

And then...it gets stranger.

Sitting idly on a swing in the backyard, Hinata vaguely pushes herself back and forth with the toes of her sandals in the track of dirt beneath the seat. There’s actually quite a bit of play equipment left behind. Whoever lived here before must have had kids, too. And yet...she can’t help but feel a little awkward trying to play with them. Like they aren’t really...hers.

“...hello…?”

Head snapping up, she freezes like a doe caught in headlights, eyes wide and scanning the yard. Who...who said that? She doesn’t see anyone, but...she could have sworn…?

“...u doing h…?”

With a soft gasp, Hinata scrambles off the swing and tumbles to the grass, heart hammering in her chest. There! It was...a voice! Someone is here, but...she can’t see them!

“W...who are you?” she manages to call out, her own tone shaking with fear. Is it...a ghost…?

...silence.

Trembling and too scared to move, Hinata keeps flickering her gaze across the yard. The swingset is empty, the play fort unoccupied. No one is sitting in the sandbox.

...but then…

Drawn to movement, Hinata’s eyes shift to the largest tree in the yard. From behind the trunk, hidden mostly in shadow...a figure peers back at her.

They look to be about her size. From here, however, she can’t make out much else. But given their hiding posture...it’s clear they’re just as nervous as she is.

There’s a long, quiet impasse as they stare at one another.

“...where...w-where did you come from…?” Her voice is still quiet, almost afraid that being too loud will prompt the figure to attack. But it doesn’t move.

“...I should ask you that...this is my yard…”

Hinata’s brows furrow. “...but...we moved here. My dad, he...he bought this house. It was empty…”

“Empty…? But...”

Whoever this is, they sound like a child. And slowly, Hinata finds her fear fading away, replaced instead by a growing curiosity. Cautiously, she hauls herself to her feet. “...what’s your name?”

“...Sasuke...who’re you?”

“My name is...is Hinata. I’m s-seven.”

“Yeah? Me too…”

Testing her luck, Hinata starts working her way closer. And slowly, she can see more of her new companion. A boy, a little taller than herself. Dark, unruly hair seems to defy gravity, matching eyes watching her warily. And yet...beneath his half-hearted glower...he looks scared. “Where did...did you come from…?”

“My house, duh.” He points to what is now Hinata’s house.

“...are you a ghost?” she whispers.

His nose wrinkles. “What? No! Do I look like a ghost to you?”

Well...he has a point. Ghosts are usually white and see-through, right? But he looks completely solid. And as Hinata inches closer, raising a hand...she feels her fingers press against his shoulder.

“What are you doing?”

“I-I...I had to make sure y-y-you...weren’t a ghost.”

The boy scoffs again. “I told you, I’m not!”

“But…”

“Come on, I’ll show you!” Taking Hinata’s hand and ignoring her squeak of surprise, Sasuke hauls her up toward the house. He opens the slider, heading inside and calling, “Mom! Dad!”

...there’s no reply.

“Ugh, they must’ve gone to town again...they do that a lot without saying anything. I hope Itachi is still here…”

“Itachi…?”

“My big brother. Did you see him?”

“Um...no. I-I’ve only seen you.”

Grunting in reply, Sasuke keeps going, and tugs open the door to the study, which Hiashi has turned into his home office for work. He’s seated at his computer, doing whatever it is grown ups do for work.

“Who’s that?”

“M...my dad,” Hinata whispers, not wanting to get caught.

But Hiashi already heard the door, turning to look at her with a furrowed brow. “Hinata...do you need something?”

Looking to her father, then Sasuke, and back again, there’s a long pause before she mumbles, “N...no, Father. S-sorry. I-I…”

Sighing, Hiashi glances to his computer before looking back. “I told you, I’m very busy. Stay in the backyard and play until dinner, please.”

“Y-yes, Father.” Giving Sasuke’s hand a tug, she leads him back out into the hall, shutting the door.

“...he didn’t see me…”

Hinata glances to the boy, his expression clearly confused. “...I...I don’t know. But...I can see you. I-I can even touch you. You can’t be a...a ghost.”

“But why couldn’t he see me…?”

Though it’s in no way her fault, Hinata’s chest grows heavy with a kind of guilt. “...maybe it’s a...a weird dream…?”

Slowly, Sasuke’s expression crumbles...and he starts to cry, a forearm lifted to try and hide his face. “I-I’m scared! Where are my mom and dad? W-where’s my brother? Why are you people in my h-house?”

Not knowing what else to do, Hinata carefully shuffles closer until she can put arms around him. Though she fully expects him to push her away, he instead clings to her tightly, sobbing unabashedly.

There are many things Hinata doesn’t know...but for Sasuke’s sake, she wishes she could do something to help.

Eventually they retreat to the backyard, sitting together under the tree. A heavy silence hangs over the pair of them. Hinata, hugging her knees to her chest, struggles to think of a possible solution.

But in the meantime, she needs to cheer Sasuke up.

“...what is your brother like?”

Glancing to her solemnly, he takes a moment to think. “...he’s really smart. Mom always said he was way above the other kids. He’s twelve, but he’s taking big kid classes.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. And he’s good at sports, too. He plays soccer really good. I get to go watch his games sometimes.” Slowly, a smile starts blooming over Sasuke’s face as he remembers his brother. “He plays video games with me when he doesn’t have a lot of homework. Dad gets mad about it sometimes, though. But Itachi always tries to have time to play with me. He’s the best big brother ever…!”

At that, Hinata feels a small twinge of guilt. Her little sister is two years old now, and mostly spends time with a nanny Hiashi has hired. “...that must be nice…”

“What about you?”

“M-my little sister is two. Her name is Hanabi. She’s too small to do a lot, yet. I hope I’ll be a good big sister…”

“You seem nice. I bet you will.”

For over an hour, the pair of them sit in the shade, talking about their families, and their friends. Bit by bit, they get to know each other better.

And then Hiashi calls Hinata in for dinner.

Sasuke follows her in. Standing in the middle of the kitchen, he watches as everyone but Hinata just...walks around him, acting as if he isn’t there.

And Hinata just can’t understand it…! Why can’t anyone else see him? “Father…?”

“What, Hinata?”

“Is it okay if my...i-if my friend stays for dinner?”

Glancing to her, Hiashi frowns. “...what friend?”

She points right at Sasuke, the boy balking slightly.

But as Hiashi looks, there’s no sign of recognition. “...Hinata, there’s no one there.”

“Yes, there is! H-his name is Sasuke, and -!”

“I have had enough of your wild imagination, Hinata,” her father sighs, cutting her off. “There are no ghosts in this house, and there is no boy in this kitchen.”

“Maybe it’s an imaginary friend?” the nanny offers, already working to get Hanabi fed in her high chair. “She’s lost a parent, and doesn’t have many real friends. Maybe she’s made one for herself. Kids do that all the time.”

“But he’s real!” Hinata insists, expression distraught. “H-he is!”

Clearly frustrated, Hiashi waves her away. “Enough nonsense. Sit and eat your dinner.”

Puffing up and threatening upset tears, Hinata then deflates in defeat.

...they really can’t see him...can they? Is it really just her imagination…?

All the while, Sasuke stares at the floor, expression slack with sorrow..

...well...real or not, imaginary or not...she’s going to try to make him happy…!

After dinner, Hinata sneaks some of her leftovers up to her room. “Here, I...I saved you some.”

“I’m not hungry…”

“But…?”

“I’m fine.”

Hinata’s brow wilts, but she doesn’t fight him.

“...this was my room…”

“I...it was…?”

He nods, and then points. “My bed was over there, and my desk...I had a TV in the corner…and some posters on the wall. Where did it all go…?”

“...I don’t know. It...it was empty in here when we came.”

“...I don’t get it…! Where did my family go? Why did they leave me…?”

Hinata, despite her wishing, has no answers.

Come nightfall and her bedtime, she snuggles down into bed, watching as Sasuke stands silently at a window. “...are you tired?”

“...no.”

“W...what about hungry?”

“No.”

...well that’s strange. “...do you wanna lay with me?”

At that, he turns and looks at her strangely.

“When I couldn’t sleep, my mom would let me lay with her. It a-always made me feel better. Maybe...i-it would help?”

Seeming to mull that over, Sasuke eventually approaches. Shuffling aside some of the blankets, he takes one side of the bed as Hinata turns to lay on her back.

“...I’m not sleepy. Not even a little bit.”

“But you’ve g-gotta sleep sometime...right?”

He doesn’t answer, staring at the ceiling.

Frustrated at her lack of ability to help, Hinata does the same until - eventually - she manages to slip into sleep.

From there, a pattern emerges.

No one besides Hinata can see the boy named Sasuke. And he never gets tired. Never gets hungry. Doesn’t even need to go to the bathroom. Hinata remains convinced he has to be a ghost. But...he’s solid. She can touch him, feel him, see him just fine.

What on Earth is going on…?

At first, Sasuke remains adamant that his family will come back at any moment, just as confused as he is. But as days blend to weeks, and weeks fade to months...he begins to lose hope. And eventually, he just...gives up.

“Maybe I am a ghost,” he murmurs one day, the pair of them sitting on the swings.

“But I thought ghosts were...were see-through? A-and you couldn’t touch them?”

Shoulders shrug. “But I don’t gotta eat, or sleep. Nobody can see me. ‘Cept you. What else could it be?”

Sighing, Hinata doesn’t have any other ideas. “...I dunno…”

“...guess I’m gonna just haunt this house forever,” he mutters, kicking at the dirt with a grunt. “...but at least you can see me. I’d be really lonely otherwise.”

“...me too.”

Come the Fall, Hinata starts school. And after some debate, Sasuke tries to follow her...and it works! Sitting on the bus beside her, he watches the other children curiously.

“Did you go to s...school here?”

“Nuh-uh. My mom taught us at home.”

“Really…?”

“Yeah. It was kinda boring, though.”

All through the day, he tags along in her shadow. And just like at home...no one sees him. No one makes note of him. And yet oddly, even when it’s crowded, no one tries to step where he’s standing...as if, despite not seeing him, they know on a subconscious level that he’s there.

While Hinata sits quietly in class, Sasuke takes to wandering around the classroom. She watches him from the corner of her eye, worried he might get into trouble. But he just observes, curious about the room and everything in it.

But eventually he starts sitting on the floor beside her, listening to the lessons. And at recess, he and Hinata retreat to a corner of the play yard to talk.

“Don’t you wanna play with the other kids?” he asks, twirling a pine needle between his fingers.

“But...t-then you’d be lonely,” she rebukes, clearly repulsed by the thought. “It’s fine...I’m r-really shy anyway. The other kids make me...m-make me nervous.”

Considering that, Sasuke doesn’t reply.

And so it goes. Sasuke tags along every day, joining Hinata in her classes and observing her work, unable to do any of his own. The year passes, Summer upon them once again...and then another year.

And another.

Eventually, the mystery behind Sasuke’s appearance in the yard that day is forgotten. The pair settle into their own kind of normal. Wherever Hinata goes, Sasuke isn’t far behind. He helps her with her homework, listening to her observations about classes or classmates. She mostly remains to herself, everyone else writing her off as that awkward wallflower. And really? She finds she doesn’t mind. Sure, it gets a little lonely...but she refuses to leave Sasuke on his own, determined to make sure he never feels alone.

...like she felt when she lost her mother.

Closing her locker door and ensuring she has all the books she needs for the evening, Hinata gives a quick glance for Sasuke. As usual, he’s leaned against the opposite wall, hands in his pockets. The pair of them are sixteen now. And curiously enough...Sasuke has kept aging. Dark, broody eyes observe the passersby as he waits, hair just as messy as the day she met him.

Her own is longer now, her frame taller but...still a bit short compared to her peers, with a rounded shape and typically-baggy outfits. Even now, in high school, she remains a bit of a recluse.

“Ready to go?”

“Mhm!”

Leaving the school behind, the pair of them start the walk home. The high school is close enough she doesn’t need the bus, and she’s still too young to drive.

“Was it just me, or did Chemistry totally suck today?”

Sasuke’s tone earns a laugh. “I dunno, it didn’t seem so bad…”

“That teacher drives me nuts. His tone is so...nasally. I can’t pay attention to what he says. I wanna just...ram a cotton swab up his nose. See what makes him sound that way.”

“Sasuke!”

“What?”

“That’s horrible!” she reprimands, still laughing.

“It doesn’t bother you?!”

“No…?”

“Ugh...I can’t stand it.”

Rounding a corner, they pause at a red light, the right hand street light barring their passage. “At least he’s not quiet like the History teacher...I have a h-hard time hearing her half the time. If she didn’t write things on the board, I’d never pass the class!”

“That’s where being invisible comes in handy - I can sit as close as I want, no problem.”

“And I’m stuck in the back row!”

As the sign changes, they make to cross, Sasuke snickering. “At least you can see what she writes, huh?” Bored as always, he approaches a newer model car in curiosity, the driver completely unaware as they wait for the light to change.

“I’d be in big trouble if -”

The pair of them flinch at a squealing sound, halting with a jolt in the middle of the crosswalk. Hands on her ears, Hinata grimaces as a car skids around the corner.

“Hinata!”

“What -?”

“Hinata, look out!”

Turning, her eyes go wide as the vehicle - still barreling down the roadway - heads right for her.

Scrambling to turn around and close the distance, Sasuke’s heart leaps to his throat. He’s not gonna make it -!

With a sickening crunch, the corner of the car clips her as Hinata makes to flee, thrown aside as the momentum sends her flying. Behind them, the car sails across the intersection and crashes into a tree with a screech of metal and breaking glass.

“HINATA!”

Dazed, she watches with blurring eyes as Sasuke scrambles to her side, yelling and yet...he’s so quiet. And she’s so...tired…

Silence.

Then, slowly, a soft sound begins to bleed through. It’s dark...pitch black. Head swimming, Hinata tries to focus on what she hears. It’s like...beeping? Is it her alarm clock? Oh no...she’s going to be late for class, isn’t she? But her eyes are so heavy…

After minutes of struggle, she manages to peel them open, and yet...at first, she wonders if she really did. It’s just as dark, and even as she blinks, nothing changes. But a slight hint of light slowly bleeds into her vision, and reveals odd silhouettes in the darkness. Trying to make out the shapes, it takes time to realize...she’s in a hospital room.

Like the one she remembers from when her mother had Hanabi.

Before she…

Head lolling on her pillow, Hinata tries to make out anything else, but...it’s so darn dark…! Struggling to swallow and attempting to lift her head, her mouth opens and she croaks out, “...Sasuke…?”

...no answer.

Sighing, she flops back prone. Why is she in the hospital…? Did something happen? Nothing really rings a bell...she’s just so tired. Maybe she hit her head…

Maybe she’ll just...close her eyes a little longer…

“...whole joint was…”

“...will that take?”

“...therapy. But…”

Eyelids twitching, Hinata slowly swims back toward consciousness. Is that...her father’s voice...? “...Dad...?”

At the head of the room, both Hiashi and a doctor go still. “...Hinata?!” Crossing it in two steps, Hiashi clings to the railing of her cot. “Can you hear me?”

“Yeah...your voice is...really loud…”

He hesitates. “...how are you feeling?”

“Really...tired. Where…?”

Sighing, Hiashi hesitates. “...do you remember going home from school on Thursday?”

Thursday? What happened Thursday...they had that Spanish quiz, and...something about Chemistry…? “...no…”

“When you were walking home...you were hit by a car. A drunk driver. Thankfully it wasn’t a direct hit, but...he clipped your side. You’ve got some bruised ribs, but...your hip bone was shattered, and your femur was broken. And your impact gave you a minor concussion. The hip was replaced with an artificial joint, but the damage from the broken bones to your muscles was...pretty severe. And you have a cast on your leg for the femur. You’re going to be unable to walk for a while.”

“...a car…?”

“Yes. You...don’t remember?”

Brow furrowing, she tries to think. Something about...Sasuke. He was yelling...did he try to warn her? “A...a little bit…”

“She’s been on some pretty heavy painkillers - that makes it rather hard to be fully conscious and aware,” the doctor then steps in. “Once she’s lowered in dosage she’ll likely recall more.”

“Is...is Hanabi here…?”

“She’s at school right now, but she’s been in to see you, yes. I’m sure she’ll be glad to hear you’re awake.”

Nodding slowly, Hinata then looks around the rest of the room. Is Sasuke still not…?

“Well, the best thing for you right now is more rest.” The doctor nods to Hiashi. “If you’d like, we can continue our conversation in the hallway.”

“Yes of course.” With a last look to his daughter, Hiashi murmurs, “...I’ll be back later. You get some sleep.”

Before she can argue - she doesn’t want to sleep! - the pair of them leave the room, and Hinata feels her head grow heavy. More painkillers, seems like.

Sasuke...where are you…?

As consciousness fades, a terrible thought manages to surface. What if he’s...gone? Was he really imaginary all this time? Did the blow to her head somehow…?

But it trails into silence as her brain submits to sleep.

Several more days pass in a fog of sleep and drugs before they deem her ready to start the next stage of recovery. Put in a wheelchair, she’s taken to a therapy room, a strange brace helping her stand and start regaining some strength in her injured leg. With fewer pain meds, the afflicted muscles have started to ache...but she’s nothing if not stubborn. Day by day, she gets a little stronger. Eventually she’s given crutches, hobbling around until - gaining her balance - she’s strutting around the hallways like a giraffe.

“She should be ready to return home soon. A few more tests, and we’ll clear her.”

“Thank you so much, doctor.”

“Hinata has done remarkably well. She’s quite the fighter, that daughter of yours.”

Listening to the conversation just outside her door, Hinata idly twirls a crutch on its rubber foot off the end of her bed. It’s been several weeks.

...and still, no sign of Sasuke.

Expression somber, she’s all but accepted that - whatever he was - he’s gone. Even as his face looming over her - so scared, so desperate - haunts her when she sleeps, there’s not a trace of him when she’s awake.

Sighing, she maneuvers her other crutch into place, hopping to her feet with practiced ease. The cast will be off in a few more weeks, but she’ll have therapy for her hip for a while after. But for now, she’s as mobile as she can hope to be. Slipping through the door, she offers, “Going to stretch my legs.”

Watching her critically, Hiashi nonetheless nods as she starts to wander. By now, much of the staff knows she takes to going up and down the halls to work on her strength and balance.

But today, she’s feeling especially restless.

Approaching an elevator, she hops in and looks to the numbers. Mostly she visits the ground floor - it has the most open space. But today she’s feeling an itch, and presses a random button.

When the doors open, she finds a quiet, nearly-empty hallway.

Hesitating a moment, Hinata eventually steps out, feeling a bit...intrusive. After a few inquisitive glances, she finds she’s on a floor for long-term patients, and those with terminal diagnoses.

For a moment, she considers turning back. But something presses her on.

Silently padding along the tiled floor, she gives each door a glance. Names are listed along the sides. And as she goes, one door opens, and a cot rolls out.

The figure upon it is covered completely.

Her heart leaps to her throat, watching morbidly as it’s wheeled to another hallway. Throat suddenly dry, she again considers retreating.

But her eyes - gazing across to the branching hallway - then look to the door opposite her.

And this time, her heart stops.

Sasuke Uchiha.

...no, that...that’s not…?

After a long pause, she carefully makes her way to the door. It might not be him. She...never actually asked about his last name. Why did she never…? Mind too shocked, she glances to the doorknob, weighing her options before reaching, hesitating...and then giving it a turn.

It opens, the door slowly sweeping inward.

It’s a single room, the curtain drawn to hide the cot. Chest hammering like a drum, Hinata maneuvers her way through the doorway. There’s no one else in here - no nurses, no visitors. Beyond the typical sounds of monitoring equipment, it’s quiet.

Behind her, the door snaps closed, and she gasps in fear, spinning around as best she can on crutches. When she realizes she’s still alone, she looks back to the curtain.

...does she dare…?

Swallowing down her nerves, she takes another step. Then another. A hand reaches, grasps the edge of the curtain...and slowly pulls.

...and there he is.

Lying prone upon his back, an oxygen mask rests over his face. But otherwise...he’s exactly as she remembers. The same hair, same face...it looks like he’s just sleeping.

And yet...she knows that’s not the case. Suddenly it all fits back together, and yet…

“So, you found me.”

Jolting, her eyes flicker to what was an empty chair at the foot of the room a moment ago. But sitting in it is...is Sasuke…? Hinata looks from the chair, to the cot, to the chair. “...I…?”

“Coma.” His voice is quiet, and yet unbelievably strained. “Since I was seven years old.”

Hinata feels her heart sink. So long…?

“...a few weeks before, my parents were murdered in our house. My brother and I saw it, hiding in the closet. Our mom’s sister was our closest relative, took us in...sold our house. But after a while, I guess my brain just...shut down. I dunno the details, but...that’s what I’ve learned. Sitting here, listening whenever they come in.”

Staring at him, Hinata’s eyes slowly brim with tears.

“...my brother’s a doctor here. It’s how I found out - I saw him in the hallway, waiting for you to wake up. So I followed him...and he led me here. I’ve been here ever since. Trying to just…” He gestures to his comatose body. “...figure this all out.”

“Sasuke, I...I-I’m so sorry, I…”

He shakes his head. “...sorry I haven’t been around to see you. I just…”

“No! No, this...this is far more important!” Hobbling over, she sets aside her crutches and sits in the other chair. Arms gently encircle him. “I can’t imagine…”

“...I know this might sound shitty, but...you being hurt brought me here. I’d never have known, otherwise. But now, I dunno what to do. How to...fix this.”

“You can’t just…?”

“I’ve tried touching my body. Laying on it. Anything to get back...in it! But nothing works! It’s the one thing I can’t touch. I phase right through it, like some kind of ghost. And I’m running out of time.”

“...what do you mean?”

“They’re going to pull my life support soon.” His voice trips over the words, throat tightening as she gasps. “I...I don’t know what will happen to me. If I’ll just...f-fade away, or be stuck here like this…! Hinata, I…” He leans into her, and she feels her chest clench. “...I’m so scared…”

Smoothing at his hair, Hinata’s mind flurries. “D-don’t worry...we’ll think of something…” Holding him quietly for a while, she eventually pulls back, retaking her feet and looking at the sleeping Sasuke closely. There has to be something they can do. Some way to get him to wake up…!

But before she can act, the doorknob turns.

...she has nowhere to hide.

Stepping in, a young man’s eyes are glued to a chart, but then lift and stare at her almost dumbly.

Hinata can only stare back.

“...what are you doing in here?”

Floundering for a moment, Hinata tries to think of an excuse.

“...that’s Itachi.”

Looking back to Sasuke, she almost asks a question before realizing how that will look. Itachi can’t see him. “...I-I…”

“This room is open to family visitors only.”

“I’m sorry Itachi, I -”

“How do you know my name?”

Oh...how’s she going to explain this…? Struggling, Hinata feels herself near panic. “It...i-it’s a long story...I -?”

Arms folding, he looks to her critically. “...I have time.”

“...I…” Where does she even start? “I’m...a friend of Sasuke’s.”

“...really? He’s never once had a visitor. How did you know him…?”

“He, um...that is, we…” She can’t tell the truth...he’ll think she’s crazy! “...my father bought your house.”

That earns a blink. “...we were already moved out when it was sold.”

“Yes, I...I know. But…” She nibbles her lip. “...I saw him there.”

“...that’s impossible.”

“I did, I…!” Desperation brings her near tears. “...at first I thought he was a ghost, or...or an imaginary friend! But...he grew with me. Went to class with me, and...no one else could see him -!”

“Sasuke has been comatose for almost ten years,” Itachi cuts in, tone bitter with sadness. “There is no way he could have been with you - he’s been here -”

“His body, yes! But...he didn’t remember losing his parents. He thought we took his house. He told me all about you! A-and your mom, and dad! I think he...he showed up at that house because it was the last thing he remembered before y-you saw your parents’ deaths!”

Slowly, Itachi’s arms unfurl. “...how do you know that…?”

“Because he told me.” She looks to him pleadingly. “...I know this sounds impossible. R-really, I...I do. But I’m not lying, Itachi - I…I was in a car accident several weeks ago. He came with me here, and...he saw you. Recognized you. Followed you in here, and...he knows you’re going to stop his life support.”

“...how -?”

“Please, you can’t!” She staggers a few steps closer, unsteady on her crutches. “He’s here! Sitting in that chair! If you pull that plug...he might be gone forever. And I...I don’t want him to disappear! He’s been my best friend for ten years. If he leaves - if...if I lose him…” Tears escape her eyes, watching as Itachi balks in shock. “...I don’t know what I’ll do.”

Staring at her, Itachi clearly weighs her words. Fear bubbles in her that he’ll think her crazy, order her to leave.

“...he’s always been so damn logical…”

Glancing over as Sasuke steps up beside her, Hinata tries to think of how to solve this. She has to do something…!

“...I don’t know how you know these things,” Itachi murmurs, drawing her gaze. “But it’s more than clear you’ve meddled in things you have no business in knowing.”

“...please...don’t do this…”

“You need to leave. And if I see you in here again, I will have security remove you.”

“You can’t give up on him! He’s right here -!”

“I’ve heard enough!”

“Please!” Dropping her crutches with a clatter, Hinata clings to the elder brother’s front. “You can’t do this! I...I love him!”

Staring with wide eyes, Itachi stands in shock before opening his mouth to retort.

But then the heart rate monitor begins to scream. Beeping rapidly, the screen shows Sasuke’s heart leaping in pace, threatening to arrest.

“Sasuke!” Tearing Hinata’s hands aside, Itachi moves to check his brother’s chest.

And as he does, dark eyes slowly crack open.

“...you don’t have to shout…”

Freezing, Itachi stares. And stares. And stares. Slowly, the monitor slows, quieting to a typical cadence.

“...and if you ever call ‘nata a liar again...I’ll never forgive you...Itachi.”

Slowly, Itachi staggers back. “...you...this can’t…”

With a grunt, Sasuke struggles to sit up. “Shit...my arms feel like noodles…”

“D-don’t strain yourself!” Hinata cautions, hopping forward to help. “Careful…” Easing him up, she stares at him in surprise. “...how…?”

“...I dunno. Guess you gave me a jumpstart.”

Before Hinata can blush, Itachi sits rather haphazardly on a clattery rolling stool, drawing both of their gazes.

“...this...this isn’t possible.”

“The last ten years I spent following her around would say otherwise,” Sasuke replies. “...it’s gonna take a while to explain. And I’m...really fucking tired.”

“Please don’t overwork yourself,” Hinata murmurs, still watching him warily in case something goes wrong. She still can’t believe he’s awake…!

“...you were really...somewhere else? All this time?”

“Yeah. I think Hinata’s right. I was...stuck to the last place I could remember. Before my brain went off the deep end.” Wincing, Sasuke adjusts his posture. “I didn’t know about Mom and Dad. There were strangers in our house. I was so confused...but when you didn’t come back, I just...gave up. Tagged along with Hinata because she was the only person who could see me, or touch me. Wasn’t until she was brought here I was able to learn anything about what happened.”

Itachi just...stares, clearly having trouble taking it all in. “...and we nearly…”

“I tried to tell you. Screamed at you that I was here. But no one could hear me. I’ve been just...sitting here for weeks, trying to figure out how to wake up.”

At that, Itachi’s eyes move to Hinata, who balks. “...I see. Sasuke, I…” His head bows. “...I’m so sorry. I’ve tried everything. But it had been so long…”

“I don’t blame you. From what I heard, it seemed pretty hopeless. But I guess we got here just in time.”

Silence fills the room for uncounted minutes, all of them just...processing the news.

“...I have to thank you...for watching over my brother for me…”

Looking to Itachi with wide eyes, Hinata stutters, “I...of course! I just...I f-feel bad I couldn’t do more.”

“You did everything you needed to. Given how things all came together...perhaps it was some strange fate,” he murmurs, a hand rubbing over his mouth in thought. “...forgive me, I...this is all a bit much to take in.”

“I...can imagine.”

“Would you…?” He hesitates. “...would you mind if I talked to my brother? Alone?”

“O-of course! I...I’ll go back to my room, and -”

“Where are you located?”

“Um...fifth floor. Room five-oh-seven.”

“And your name?”

“...Hinata. Hinata Hyūga.”

“...thank you, Hinata Hyūga. I...need to call my aunt. We have much to discuss.”

She nods, and then turns to Sasuke, suddenly feeling sheepish as he looks sleepily back. “...I guess I’ll, um...I’ll see you later…?”

“For sure.”

Regathering her crutches with Itachi’s help, she makes her way back to the hallway and the elevator, mind strangely...empty. Maybe it hasn’t all sunken in yet, but...Sasuke’s okay. He’s awake…! After all this time...they finally know what really happened.

As the doors open, she comes up short at the sight of her father, who similarly jumps. “Where have you been?”

“It, uh…” She gives a sheepish grin. “...it’s a long s-story. Dad, do...do you remember my imaginary friend?”

Several hours pass, and Hiashi is just as taken aback as Itachi was. Though Hinata insists he can’t yet go see “proof” until the Uchiha have a chance to have a long-overdue reunion, he murmurs, “...I never would have guessed...I don’t exactly believe in that sort of thing. I...I couldn’t. Not after your mother…”

“I understand. But we both thought we were crazy.”

“I’m sorry. I should have believed you.”

“It’s okay, Dad.”

The next day is a flurry of tests: the last hurdle until Hinata is cleared to go home. Determined, she sails through every one, and is finally given her release.

But first, she takes her father up to the other floor. This time, Sasuke’s door is propped open, and Hinata sticks her head inside. “Sasuke…?”

“Yeah, come in.”

Hobbling through, Hinata gestures for her father to follow. “Dad, this is Sasuke. Sasuke, this is Dad. Though...I guess you already k-know that.”

Hiashi, for once, looks extremely...awkward. “...it’s, ah...good to officially meet you.”

“Likewise, sir.”

The trio exchange a few minutes of awkward dialogue until Itachi arrives, and more introductions are given. “We have much to thank your daughter for, Mr. Hyūga. If not for her...we may have lost Sasuke forever.”

“Yes, she’s…” Hiashi gives her a glance, Hinata returning it hesitantly. “...far stronger than I gave her credit for.”

“We hope once Sasuke returns home, you’ll all come to visit us.”

“...certainly.”

As they talk, Hinata sits on the edge of Sasuke’s cot, watching them.

“Been a weird twenty-four hours,” he murmurs, earning a giggle.

“Yeah...just a little.”

“Hinata, I…”

Turning to him, she gives a soft smile. “It’s okay...I-I know.”

He hesitates. “...I will see you again soon.”

“Of course. But...it’s going to be strange, going home w-without you.”

“...yeah. You too. I don’t even know what my house looks like.”

That earns a somber pause.

“...but I’ll get used to it.” Glancing to the other pair, he sits up a bit closer. “Hey, uh…”

“Yes?”

“Did you…? I mean, when you said…?”

Ah...she’d almost hoped he’d forgotten. Blooming pink, she glances sheepishly aside. “Y...yeah. I meant what I...w-what I said.”

“...okay, good.”

She looks back with a furrowed brow.

“...cuz I love you t-”

“All right Hinata, we should leave and give this family their space,” Hiashi cuts in, a brow perking as the teens lean apart. Clearly suspicious, he gives a nod, watching as Hinata sheepishly fumbles for her crutches.

“Thank you again, Hinata. For everything you’ve done,” Itachi offers with a smile. “And...I apologize for how I treated you yesterday.”

“It...it’s okay. If I were you, I...would have thought I was crazy, heh.”

“Well...I’m just glad that wasn’t the case. Because of you, I have my baby brother back. It’s...hard to put into words what that means to me.”

In spite of herself, Hinata feels her eyes tear up. “...y-you’re welcome…”

“We’ll see you soon.”

“...yeah.”

Following her father down to the lobby, Hinata struggles with herself not to cry.

“...that must have been a tough goodbye.”

She wipes at her eyes. “...mhm.”

“Well...it surely won’t be long until we go visit.” Gently, Hiashi puts an arm around her. “Or maybe they can come see us.”

“Yeah, m-maybe.” Though she’s not sure Itachi would be keen to see the house again.

“...for now, let’s get you home.” Hiashi takes out his keys. “I’ll pull the car around.”

“...‘kay.” Waiting in the lobby, Hinata idles on her crutches, watching as others wander through.

And then, for a moment...she swears she feels a weight on her shoulders.

Jolting, she glances back, and for just a fraction of a moment...she swears she sees two people behind her, both smiling. But with a blink...they vanish. They...they looked an awful lot like…?

Outside, Hiashi’s car pulls up to the door, and Hinata gives her head a shake before hobbling out to meet him.

...maybe she does see ghosts, after all.

Well well well, look who it is! Me xD I know this account has been...very very dead, but I’ve been super busy and just...y’know. Internet things have to take a back seat. BUT! I was invited to work on the SH zine, and managed to get a piece done for it, and...this is that piece! It’s a plot I’ve been sitting on for AGES, and finally got to use here. It’s...rather long, especially compared to most other things on this blog, but hopefully it’s still enjoyable xD You can find the zine announcement here if you want to go check it out, and be sure to show love to it and the other creators that participated! There’s many more great fics and awesome artwork to be had! But this is my piece if it’s easier to read standalone. Thanks for all the support, SH community <3

#sasuhina zine 2020 #hyūga hinata #hyūga hiashi #uchiha sasuke #uchiha itachi #death //#car accident //#best years of your life [ au ]

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Blueberries, Lavender & Hot Matcha Tea (Part 2)

A SasuHina ficlet

PART 1| Part 2

AN: THANK YOU SO MUCH TO THOSE WHO COMMENTED, OR RE-BLOGGED, OR LIKED THE FIRST PART TO THIS FIC. It truly means more than I can say. Helped a lot with motivation and it’s super cool to know that people are reading the things I write. I hope the follow up chapter doesn’t disappoint <3

Summary: Hinata has a run in with a familiar face.

Warnings: Brief mentions of grief and anxiety (because Hinata’s a nervous butterfly) but nothing remotely heavy. Also there’s alcohol consumption.

Word count: 6167

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Lavender

Hinata knows that she needs to start putting herself out there. She can’t stay holed up comfortably in her room while years of her life pass on by, listening to cigarettes after sex under the safe warmth of her white fluffy blanket that still smells like her late mothers perfume, and sniffing essential oils like they’re some kind of soft-core drug to distract her spiralling thoughts from every embarrassingly mortifying predicament she’s ever found herself in.

She’s been trying really hard not to think about spilling her extra hot matcha latte all over this potentially handsome stranger a few days ago. She thinks - potentially - because she did not have the courage to look at the man's face after maiming him and probably ruining his expensive suit!

Hinata’s sure she must have ruined his entire morning, which must have ruined his whole day, and now he probably hates her. Oh goodness, Hinata strongly dislikes the thought of people out there in this world walking around hating her.

Wow, these thoughts are entirely useless, she really needs to stop her brain from going down these awful paths.

Today Hinata has decided to try really hard not to wallow in the comfort of all her numbing guilty pleasures.

So, when Sakura Haruno, the loud and outgoing girl with pretty pink hair, who always smells like strawberries and vanilla from her photography course asked if she wanted to hangout and work on their portfolio’s after class; Hinata was thankful for the distraction.

They had spent that afternoon drinking green tea at the kitchen table in Sakura’s little homey apartment, showing each other their favourite pieces and sharing feedback.

“You have to include this one, it’s so cute” Sakura gushes, pointing at a print of children finger painting; a mischievous little boy is smearing bold red paint all over the face of a girl whose expression is twisted in pure terror.

“You have a real talent for capturing the essence of people.” She continues in a dreamy tone, “it’s like you’re able to capture the moment they’re most alive, even if it’s just the little moments, y’know?”

Hinata blushes at the complement, “th-thank you Sakura.”

“It's kind of ironic that people are your main muse considering how afraid of them you are.” She teases.

“I’m not sca-AhyH!”

Of course, that’s the moment a woman with a giant blond ponytail barges through the door brandishing a bouquet of peonies making Hinata squeal. “Sakura I swear to god if you ate the last of the ice-cream again, I’m gonna- Oh! hello there.” The crazy flower lady stops mid-threat noticing a stranger in her apartment.

“Ino this is Hinata from class, Hinata this is my roommate Ino.” Sakura introduces, failing to constrain her laughter.

Ino’s demeanor does a 180 as she gently rests the flowers on her lacquered kitchen counter and approaches Hinata in a trance like state. “Your hair is so long and gorgeous, it totally reminds me of the violets we have at the flower shop -- you have to let me braid it.” She breathes and Hinata’s eyes are as wide as the sky outside.

“Ino, tone it down you’re going to scare her.” Sakura chides, rolling her eyes, not at all surprised by her roommate's antics. “Do you always have to act like such a spazz?”

“I am but a simple girl who is a slave to all things beautiful.” Ino proudly counters running her fingers through blue strands and Hinata mentally notes that she smells like a garden.

Sakura’s phone vibrates on the kitchen table, “it’s Naruto,” she says glancing at the screen. “Wondering when we’ll be coming over.”

“I don’t know, an hour or two? Tell him we’re bringing Hinata!” Ino adds excitedly and starts to braid blue hair without permission. “You should come out tonight with Sakura and I, meet the rest of the gang.”

“Oh.” In high school Hinata was never able to make friends with girls, and spent most of her time in the photography club’s black room developing pictures. Her introverted nature made it difficult to connect with people, but in this moment, the prospect of meeting Sakura’s friends, and the inclusive enthusiasm from these girls is making Hinata a little emotional. “I-I don’t know.”

“Hinata, you don’t have to come if you don’t want to, but I think it could be good for you,” Sakura encourages.

“Carpe diem bitch,” is Ino’s convincing addition.

Hinata giggles, absent mindedly sniffing her wrist searching for the comforting sweet scent of the fragrance she’s wearing today, “yeah, okay.”

Ino makes a pleased sound and saunters over to a kitchen drawer to snatch a pair of scissors and clips the head off of one the peonies, then ties it into the base of Hinata’s braid. “You really have no idea how cute you are Hinata,” she coos observing her work in admiration and Hinata feels warm all over.

Hinata likes the rapport between Ino and Sakura, there’s something about their friendship that she finds inspiring.

When they split what’s left of the chocolate ice-cream and start getting ready for a night out, Hinata can’t help pulling out her camera and snapping shots of Ino with her shades of purple and Sakura’s vibes in red. Hinata feels outshined in her usual high waisted mom jean and oversized grey patterned sweater.

But that’s okay, she still feels like one of the girls.

~~~

Ino had made a strong case for wanting to get her steps in for the day, (since her fitbit said she had only reached 8243 so far) convincing the girls to walk to Naruto’s apartment instead of taking the bus. On their stroll Sakura and Ino began giving Hinata character profiles of everyone she was going to meet and Hinata found them to be quite amusing.

Ino playfully starts with, “Shikamaru’s like, my best bro. I’ve known him forever, smartest guy I know but a total stoner and he doesn’t give a fuck about anything.

“Choji gives the best hugs and he loves giving them, so if he looks like he’s going in for one - just let it happen - you’ll hurt his feelings if you don’t.”

“Naruto and Kiba are basically the same person and are the biggest loudest dorks on the planet,” Sakura chimes in, “but they’re also super friendly and kinda funny if you can get over their lack of brain cells.”

“Then there’s Sasuke,” Ino says, and hearing that name strikes a familiar chord with Hinata, triggering flashes of fond memories. “He’s really hot, but kind of a dick,” Ino hugs herself smiling at a distant memory, “basically, we all know each other from going to the same high school -”

“Ino and I had the hugest rivalry back then because we both wanted him.”

“What happened?” Hinata really wanted to ask if they were talking about Sasuke Uchiha, but didn’t want to interrupt the momentum of their story.

“We were so stupid causing all sorts of drama in our little social circle nearly tearing it apart, and Sasuke wasn’t having any of it, one day he told us to grow the fuck up and to leave him alone.” That did kind of sound like something Sasuke would say, but that would just be too big of a coincidence, wouldn’t it?

“We both cried.” Sakura snickers sheepishly.

“Eventually we finally realized that friendships should be forever-”

“And boyfriends are whatever.” Both girls enthusiastically finish the rehearsed line making silly faces at each other.

Hinata giggles at that, whishing she had taken a picture, “awe, that’s so cute.”

“And now he’s one of our good friends, but I just want to warn you that he can be cold and he can be mean and if he says something dickish, please don’t take it personally.”

Hinata hums, only half listening to Ino. Was it possible that when Hinata arrives at this apartment she was going to be face to face with the childhood friend she hasn’t seen in over a decade?

Guess she’ll just have to wait and see.

~~~

When Hinata enters the apartment, her senses are immediately overstimulated; it smells salty like ramen and sour with beer which clashes with how clean and pristine the space actually is. It’s decorated with blacks, whites and a few splashes of colors, but overall has a very minimalist feel.

Hinata barely has time to kick her shoes off before she’s surrounded by strangers, and can’t stop the heat from suffusing her face from the disorienting barrage of unwanted attention.

“Hey bitches!” Ino yells at the group, “we’re here! We know you missed us!”

“This is the beautiful Hinata,” Sakura adds, and Hinata really wants to hide under a rock somewhere. “Be nice okay, she’s really shy.”

“Hey I’m Naruto.” A blond man appears beaming at her, outstretching his hand. “I have never seen eyes that look like your eyes before!”

“Oh.” Hinata went to shake his hand but was interrupted by another hand grabbing hers and kissing it, which is so uncalled for.

“And I’m Kiba, don’t listen to that guy, he’s a complete moron.” He says with a wolfish grin and Hinata has no idea what’s going on anymore.

When she tries to turn away, she’s met with the kind face of a stout man in a green Zelda t-shirt with his arms wide open for an inviting hug. She decides to accept her fate by awkwardly stepping forward wearing a confused pout, and lets the arms of a stranger wrap around her in what is surprisingly one of the best hugs she has ever received. He smells nice, Hinata thinks. Savoury and warm like a thanksgiving dinner. For a moment she actually feels safe, like a veil has been thrown over the sudden wave of chaos, giving her a quiet moment for her heartbeat to settle, “I’m Choji, it’s really nice to meet you Hinata, try not to worry so much, everyone here is harmless, I promise.” He says, rubbing gentle circles on her back.

When Choji pulls away, he sends her one last reassuring smile before padding off towards the ponytailed man currently dying of laughter, and joining him on a leather couch. Choji grabs a handful of potato chips from a bowl on the marble coffee table and starts earnestly snacking.

Snacks! Snacks sound really nice right now! Tasting tasty things can sometimes be a good distraction when Hinata is overwhelmed. She self-consciously shuffles forward towards the provisions, drawn towards the colorful array of fresh fruits, grabbing a small handful of blueberries and popping one of them in her mouth. She tries to ignore the pair legs in her periphery... she needs a moment before making another introduction.

Hinata jumps feeling a presence directly behind her, she twirls around to see Naruto pulling back appearing extremely guilty.

What was he doing? Was he pointing at her hair?

“Hehehe, sorry about that,” he says, smiling sheepishly, and scratches the back of his head, “I was just pointing out to my friend here, how beautiful your hair is, what a wonderful shade of blue,” he made a weird face directed at someone over her head, “are you enjoying those, blueberries?”

Okay.

Hinata hears more laughter coming from ponytail boy on the couch.

Weird.

Hinata turns to see who Naruto is looking at and-

Oh.

Sasuke?

Sasuke was here.

It was her Sasuke!

She instantly looks away, eyes wide, staring down at the hardwood floors.

Well, not her Sasuke. But an older version of the one she knew as a child. The one she met that one summer years ago and spent nearly every day with him before her mother fell ill and her family moved away in the wake of tragedy.

And he was... Glaring at her? No, he was glaring at Naruto? He kind of looked like he recognized her, but why would he be glaring?

“This is fucking stupid,” Sasuke seethes and takes off towards the kitchen, where Kiba and Ino are talking and drinking.

Ouch.

Sakura approaches Hinata with a glass in hand, Hinata stares at the ice clinking as she offers it, “vodka soda, with lime?”

Well, one drink couldn’t hurt, Hinata thinks.

She glances over at a brooding Sasuke leaning on the kitchen island sipping his beer.

She might need it.

~~~

It’s nearly an hour later and Hinata feels the dread sinking deep into the pit of her stomach. She desperately wishes she could conjure up some courage, approach Sasuke, and see how he’s been after all these years, but he still hasn’t left from his spot in the kitchen.

She’s starting to believe that maybe he doesn’t recognize her, which is a rather sad thought.

Hinata also appears to be at the butt end of some sort of mean inside joke that she doesn’t understand, ponytail bo- Shikamaru and Naruto joined Sasuke in the kitchen and kept making not-so-subtle glances her way -- but whatever -- she’s a big girl, she’s not going to cry about it even if she wants to.

Currently she’s sitting on the puffy leather couch between Choji and Sakura, Sakura is sharing the memes she’s saved onto her phone this month with Ino and Kiba while Hinata stares down at the melting ice in her drink and Choji attempts to calm her with platitudes.

Hinata doesn’t regret coming tonight despite feeling like the biggest fool in existence.

After all, tonight she actually has the opportunity to reconnect with someone she still thinks about, even after all these years.

She has always wondered what had happened to that bratty boy she met that one summer.

The sinking feeling grows deeper and Hinata feels her heart beating in the drums of her ears.

She takes one last tentative sip before downing the rest of her drink and summons every ounce of bravery she didn’t know she had to strengthen her resolve.

She stands from the couch with shaky determination ignoring Choji’s concerned inquiry, then forces one foot in front of the other strait towards the guiding bright lights of the kitchen.

The easy conversation awkwardly dies down when she arrives beside Naruto and Sasuke. She feels both their gazes land on her, and Hinata spots an ugly orange magnet on the stainless-steel fridge Sasuke is leaning on that has the phrase - believe it! - stamped on it and chooses to direct most of her focus on the positive affirmation.

“Uh, hey Hinata, you doing okay?” Naruto asks, slightly taken aback. Hinata nods still focusing on the magnet, face heating up as the beginning of a buzz tingles in the corners of her mind. “Can I get you another drink?”

She looks down at the empty glass she grips and nods again, muttering a quiet thank you, and handing it over. He takes it and moves further down the island to chat with Shikamaru and starts making her another.

“Hi Sasuke,” she forces passed her chapped lips.

“Hello Hinata.” Sasuke says, sounding about as uncomfortable as she feels and she looks up, hopeful, to meet his burning gaze and quickly looks back at that stupid orange magnet.

“So, you do remember me?” She asks, confused as to why he’s been ignoring her since her arrival.

“I remember how two days ago you ran into me quite rudely, burning me with tea.”

Hinata’s brain short-circuits.

“Wait what!?-”

No! No no no no no. Impossible. No.

“-That- that was you? oh my god, oh no! I am so sorry about that, I really wasn’t looking where I was going, I-I can’t believe this, I swear you just came out of nowhere though, oh my goodness, I can’t believe that was-”

“Please just stop before you give yourself an aneurysm.” Sasuke lifts his hands in a placating manner and Hinata snaps her mouth shut. “So that’s not how you seem to know me?” He asks, further rankling as the conversation drags on.

“So you don’t remember me.” She says mostly to herself, completely humiliated by this entire exchange, every time she opens her mouth it’s like falling down a flight of stairs -- Hinata seriously wishes she would reach the bottom already.

“Remember you from... where?”

“I-I mean I guess it’s not that surprising, we were only nine or ten at the time and it-it was only one summer... over a decade ago... You-you never really did call me by my name either.” Hinata says focusing on her twiddling fingers, her voice barely above a whisper, a pensive smile framing her lips at the memory.

There’s a long drawn out silence before Sasuke slowly asks, “...Tomato face?”

Hinata feels her face burn red at the old moniker, nodding. “Yeah...”

“Hyuuga, Hinata. Shit. Yeah. I do remember.”

The culminating tension finally releases from the moment and Hinata smiles at the black and white tiles breathing just a little bit easier.

He remembers.

“Wait... Did I hear you call her a tomato?” Naruto returns with a mildly amused Shikamaru in tow, handing Hinata her drink, and looks between the pair completely intrigued.

~~~

It didn’t take long for the word to spread that Hinata and Sasuke were childhood friends and everyone congregated into the small-ish kitchen asking curious questions.

It also didn’t take long for everyone to lose interest when Naruto nudged Hinata and started grilling her for embarrassing details of what a prepubescent Sasuke was like, earning him a surly glare. Hinata shyly shrugged saying, “I-I don’t really remember, it was a long time ago.”

Safe to say -- Naruto didn’t buy it, but surprisingly didn’t press further, and the group dispersed, leaving them to reacquaint.

The conversation between them after that was unfortunately still quite awkward, thankfully, Hinata wasn’t entirely to blame.

They exchanged small talk, Hinata mentions that she actually works at Heaven’s Little Corner and was just coming off her shift early when she ran into him the other day, and Sasuke talks about going to school and getting a Bachelor's degree in Business and how he focused on E-commerce after graduation. Overall, their -- re-connecting -- consisted of the typical pleasantries involved in catching up, and Hinata couldn’t distinguish if she was disappointed or relieved when their conversation came to a lull and she couldn’t think of anymore pointless verbiage to drag it along.

What she really wanted was to reminisce over hot days on the beach, collecting tiny crabs to occupy the sandcastles they built, and how Hinata had found sand in her hair days after the event. She wanted to talk about ice-cream and food fights and sneaking out to gaze at the stars in the night sky way past their bedtime, and how they pondered if aliens exist.

“I think the universe is too big for there not to be something out there somewhere.”

She remembers Sasuke saying, thoughtfully looking up.

“I-I think you’re an alien.”

She said back, earning her an indignant huff.

“Whatever tomato face.”

She wanted to talk about how simple everything was when they were kids, how she misses that naivety and how scary the world had revealed itself to be over the years.

Hinata was never good at making friends, even as a child, but she could still look back and she knew that Sasuke was one. He had been the last mark on her childhood that had made it a good one, the last moments she had to truly be a kid before she lost her mother, the truest love she had ever felt, forcing her to grow up.

Instead silence overtakes the kitchen and they both stare at their drinks unsure of what to say.

Sasuke isn’t how she remembers him at all. Yeah, he has the same face, just matured, and the same haughtiness, but the spark for life that had once inspired her seemed to be gone.

Which is an unfair thought to have, she admits, but she can’t stop herself from thinking it.

“Well I think it’s time to go on an adventure,” Naruto awkwardly offers.

“An adventure?” Hinata repeats, eyes growing wide.

“Naruto’s idea of an adventure is leaving the house and walking around the block.” Sasuke says rolling his eyes.

“Hey anything can be an adventure if you let it!”

~~~

It smells like damp grass and Hinata nearly jumps out of her skin as Naruto’s roar of triumph echo's off the surrounding buildings, catching the glow in the dark frisbee Kiba threw him. Sakura and Ino had joined them in their late-night excursion and Hinata can’t suppress the giddy giggles from watching them stumble about attempting athleticism when they are clearly four or five drinks deep.

She snaps a few photos and decides that she likes Naruto’s philosophy of approaching even the mundane aspects of life as an adventure.

This whole day certainly has felt like one.

Hinata puts her camera away, feels the chill in the October air, and pulls her scarf tighter. She casts a glance over at the park bench where Shikamaru was smoking a joint to see that he’s now casually chatting about... string theory? -- to Choji, who continues to nod his head like he understands.

Her trailing gaze then lands on Sasuke and-

Hinata immediately looks back towards the glowing air bound frisbee.

He was watching her - he looked suspicious - Hinata doesn’t know of what.

“Hey Sakura,” Hinata tries to call out, voice wavering, “it’s getting late, I think I-I should start heading home.”

That seems to put a halt on the physical activity for a moment, she’s then hugged by every frisbee player.

“It was nice meeting you Hinata.”

“Come back any time.”

“Yes please! We need more girls in our group, Sakura and I are severely outnumbered.”

“Are you sure you don’t want us to walk you?” Sakura slurs slightly, pulling away from the tight embrace.

“I’ll be fine, thank you Sakura,” Hinata smiles at her newest friend and turns to leave but stops at the bench to wave goodbye at Choji and Shikamaru, earning her a warm smile and a lazy nod. She looks at Sasuke’s arms proudly crossed over his broad chest and says, “it was nice seeing you again Sasuke.” And makes her way down the busy street, casting one last glance behind her just in time to see Sakura jump on Ino piggyback style to catch the frisbee in an impressive display of drunken camaraderie.

She smiles wider to herself. Wow. Today was a good day. An Adventure! Even if seeing Sasuke again was really weird and awkward and not at all how she wished it could have gone, she still met a lot of new people – Sakura's friends are so nice! They made her feel right at home and didn’t make her feel too weird about being shy and -

“Hey, Hinata.”

Hinata startles, hearing the sound of her name accompanied by footsteps catching up and her breath hitches when she turns to see Sasuke slowing down next to her.

“S-Sasuke? What are you-”

“I’m going to walk you home,” he snorts like it’s obvious, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his black jacket, “it’s late.”

“Oh,” Hinata hugs herself, suddenly feeling extremely self-conscious and maybe even a little nauseous as they walk in silence, their steps in sync.

She can feel the heat of his gaze on her and Hinata makes a point to stare at the crispy autumn leaves on the pavement – yeah – Hinata has no idea what to make of this.

“You know it finally makes sense now, why I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

Hinata trips over nothing, “you what?”

Leaves. Look at the leaves. The beautiful burnt orange leaves. Just. Keep. Looking.

“At the coffee shop, there was something about you, I couldn’t get you out of my mind. Guess I thought you were familiar somehow.” Sasuke shrugs, with an air of nonchalance as they cross the street.

“Oh,” Hinata’s starting to feel warm, she doesn’t know if it’s from their quickening pace, the two drinks she’s had or how Sasuke is close enough for their shoulders to brush.

“It’s kind of crazy that we’d run into each other like this, after all these years.”

Hinata stops walking and Sasuke mirrors her. There’s something in his tone that catches Hinata off guard, something almost fond? Hinata looks back in the direction of his friends, they’re about five blocks away now.

Sasuke seemed... different than how he’s been all night -- more open somehow. Maybe he feels weird about their earlier interactions too, but didn’t feel comfortable acting this way in front of his friends? Sasuke’s always been a very private person, even as a child.

“Yeah it is,” Hinata bites her lip and throws him a timid fleeting smile, silently wishing she knew what was going through his mind.

“So, why did you come back to Konoha.”

“I-uh-” Hinata starts playing with the hem of her sweater and reminds herself it’s good to open up, “-wanted to figure out this life thing for myself – be independent - if my dad had his way, I’d never leave home or do anything that wasn’t part of his plan-” she tapers off, distracted by the approaching sound of music, a dumb smile spreads across her face when she sees an old skinny man on a sparkly bicycle riding past them on the road blaring ‘Dancing Queen’ from an oversized speaker he probably installed himself -- he seemed so – in the moment, like all that existed was him and the music filling the streets that he owned – Hinata silently mourns the missed opportunity of capturing that moment forever in a-

“You were saying,” Sasuke pokes her shoulder harder than necessary, bursting her from her reverie, and starts leading her down concrete stairs away from the bustling main road of the city, towards the waterfront.

“Right,” Hinata continues feeling energized from the random encounter and embarrassed from being caught drifting away in a daydream when they were in the middle of a conversation, “it was – uh - hard to leave my sister, but she encouraged me to go, that I should at least attempt to do the dream chasing thing.” Hinata pats her shoulder bag in reference to her camera. “I saved up some money and here I am, making it up as I go.”

“Hm, you always were snapping pictures everywhere you went.”

Their steps slow to a stop once they reach the cold metal railing where tourists gather during the day overlooking the docks, but it’s mostly quiet at this time of night.

It smells cold from the breeze and salty from the ocean. The lampposts must need changing because the only light is from the half-moon in the cloudless sky, casting them in dark shades of blue.

Hinata takes a deep breath observing the skyline and the colorful lights reflecting in the undulating ocean waves, then asks the question that’s been bothering her since their seemingly kismet reunion. “What do you remember after all this time?”

“I remember...” He trails off, Hinata doesn’t miss the sly edge in his tone. “That I had told you I’d marry you one day,” his voice is deep, almost gravely when he takes a slow playful step closer and Hinata swears her heart skips several beats noticing their breaths mixing in the cold air between them. “And that... you were technically my first kiss.” He says with a sarcastic snort, stepping back, and gesticulates somewhere behind them. “You can’t tell them about it though. Especially Naruto, the idiot would never let me live it down.”

Hinata blushes at the memory and attempts to mask her frown with an indignant pout, trying not to take the jeer personally.

Sasuke always did like to mess with her.

“You were my only kiss.” Hinata then whispers without thinking and regrets it. She immediately hates the implications -- like she’s some inexperienced-love-sick-twenty-something, who’s never gotten over her childhood crush.

Hinata sighs, briefly drowning in her own self-deprecating thoughts, gripping at the railing, eyes a passing ship, and pretends she can’t feel him studying her, surprised by the admission.

“What do you remember?” He asks back, finally breaking the silence.

She bites her lip, thinking, a rush of memories flashing one by one, settling on their goodbye -- her sobbing because she had to move away to a new city thousands of miles away that had special doctors who could treat her mother, how Sasuke was speechless and could only squeeze her tight in the first and only hug they had ever shared.

She remembers how he always told her she should stand up for herself, even against him, and she remembers how sometimes when she was around, he’d bite his tongue, holding back petulant sneers.

There’s a small quirk to her lips when she softly says, “Looking back, I-I always thought that we brought out the best in each other.”

There’s another long silence and Hinata once again feels the heavy weight of his gaze examining her, he reaches out and she stiffens when he gently grips the base of her braid touching the bright pink flower there.

“Did Ino do this?” He quietly asks, and there something hidden in his voice that shifts the mood of their conversation, and he’s close again, close enough for their visible breaths to once again mix, his fingers trail down towards the tail end of her braid.

“Uh huh.” Hinata breathes, watching his fingers play with the tip of her strands.

“Why can’t you…” he starts to ask, unsure, but curious, “never mind.” He let’s go of the braid, huffing lightly in frustration and leans on the railing, looking out towards the roaring waves.

Hinata’s stunned by his sudden apprehension. "Why can’t I what?”

“I said never mind.”

“But… I- I want to know.”

“Why can’t you look at me?”

“Oh.”

Sasuke sighs, “you don’t have to answer.”

Hinata bites her lip hard, internally wincing. “I-it’s not just you it’s most people really.” She starts, racking her brain for the right words “- It’s -it’s embarrassing… Well everything is embarrassing but, I get anxious about nothing all the time? And looking at people. I don’t know. I get paranoid that they can hear my thoughts or something? Not that I’m thinking about anything weird, well sometimes I am… it’s easier when they’re not looking back at me... Anyways... I guess it’s just become a bad habit now…” she sighs and smiles bitterly at the mess that just flew out of her mouth. “So, to summarize, looking at people kind of sometimes really freaks me out?”

“I see,” Sasuke says, Hinata glances at his mouth, he’s smiling a little, it’s almost warm in an amused sort of way, which completely disarms her.

Hinata’s tongue feels dry, “uhm, do-do you ever feel anxious?”

“Never. I get annoyed or frustrated with people very easily though, which can be problematic, not that I care”

“I guess some things never change then.” Hinata teases gently.

Sasuke smirks, he seems ready to retort with a quip but retreats and opts for something entirely different, “are there things that help you with your anxiety?”

There’s something about the question that makes Hinata feel warm all over, she never really gets to talk about these kinds of things without it feeling like it would dampen the mood, but there’s surprisingly no judgement in his tone, he seems genuinely curious, which encourages her to open up some more, "I find different scents to be calming, so I wear whatever my current favorite essential oil is on my wrist every day and whenever I feel too overwhelmed,” Hinata begins to explain in a rush pulling her sleeve up to demonstrate and presents Sasuke her wrist, “I close my eyes, count down from ten and-” Hinata’s breath catches in her throat and her eyes fly open when Sasuke gently pulls her forward by the wrist and she feels the softness of his lips brush over her pulse, then draws in a slow breath to scent the fragrance she chose to wear that day, “...and... sniff.”

Oh goodness, is it getting hot out here? Because Hinata’s face feels like it’s about to burst into flames. Hinata debates pulling her arm back but is currently enraptured by the softest look she’s seen on the Uchiha’s face this evening.

This feels way too intimate, and Hinata thinks she likes it. Hinata thinks that maybe this is what’s been missing in her life. The feeling of being close to someone in more ways than just proximity. Is it possible she’s been physically and emotionally touch starved for years without realizing it?

That’s a thought that petrifies her. How sleeping on your basest human needs can become a habit, and you find yourself going through the trivial motions of existence, not bothering to search for more, for something that makes your heart sing, twist, and turn into itself the way that muscle pumping blood through her circulatory system at a quickening pace is doing right now.

“Lavender,” Sasuke murmurs against her wrist and his breath feels hot on her skin, Hinata struggles for breath when the sensation brings her back to the present moment and she realizes that she’s been staring directly into his darkened obsidian eyes, boring into hers and she finds herself unable to look away. A subtle look of achievement flashes through them when he softly asks, “you okay there?”

Is she dead? Is she imagining this? This whole situation with the soft touches coinciding with depressing epiphanies triggered by Sasuke smelling her suddenly seems completely absurd, and Hinata’s not sure she’ll be able to form a coherent sentence any time soon.

“I uh, uhm.” There’s definitely something wrong with Hinata’s voice when she attempts to speak.

“I think that...” Sasuke smoothly adjusts their hands to interlock their fingers and his hand feels so warm in hers, “you should go out with me.”

What is happening?

“No.”

Hinata kinda meant to say yes, but sure, no works too?

“What?”

“I mean, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Hinata winces slightly. Gosh what is she even saying? Is this some sort of weird defense mechanism because she’s afraid of getting hurt?

Sasuke nods slowly, narrowing his eyes, “why not.”

Don’t you have to risk getting hurt to get anywhere in life that’s worth while?

“I-I don’t know.”

“Hn.” Sasuke breaks eye contact and lets their holding hands fall. Hinata reels at the loss of warmth. He turns away from her and crosses his arms over the railing and looks out towards the dark rhythmic waves of the ocean. Hinata worries her bottom lip between her teeth as she studies the man before her. The moonlight is hitting the sharp angles of his face just perfect, and Hinata’s in awe. He’s all grown up now, and by default that means Hinata is too. Yet, here they are, the oldest they’ve been, and still the youngest they will ever be.

Nostalgia floods through Hinata’s system, deciding to grab the moment instead of letting it pass. She’s not sure when she pulled the camera out of her bag, but the flash went off before she understood that she was taking a picture.

Sasuke jumps slightly at the flash and is pulled from his brooding thoughts, shooting her a puzzled glare.

“Sorry, that was kind of weird of me. I just – I just thought you-you looked erm... nice in the moonlight?”

A bewildered look flashes across Sasuke’s face before a small smile begins to form and he laughs! He actually, genuinely laughs while shaking his head in what appears to be disbelief.

The only thing Hinata can do is smile sheepishly distracted by how handsome he looks when he lets go of his composure, the light in his eyes makes him look younger, like the Sasuke she knew all those years ago.

Hinata wonders if any of his friends get to see him like this.

He looks down at the pavement, shoulders still shaking, smile still present and pinches the bridge of his nose while taking in a slow breath and on his exhale, he reaches into his pocket, pulls out his phone, unlocks it, hands it over and says, “give me your number.”

Hinata tentatively obliges, pulling open the add new contact page, filling in the blanks then handing it back. Sasuke starts typing something in his phone and asks. “Do you work Sunday?”

“Uhm, yes?”

Hinata’s phone buzzes, when retrieving it from her bag she sees a text from an unknown number.

>> I’m going to come by after your shift and I'm taking you out. Don’t even bother using your mouth to respond.

Hinata feels her fingers tingling and tries to open her mouth to speak, closes it, bites her lip to try and stifle her giggles and resists the urge to slap herself in the face for acting like a complete airhead.

She pushes her fears aside one more time tonight...

And takes the damn dive.

<< Okay <3

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AN2: Wow, okay. A month later and I have the second part to this little story. This is the first time that I’m posting something I didn’t just throw together in one sitting. I’ve also never posted anything that was longer than 1200 words and it’s unexpectedly a little nerve-wracking??? OKAY SO, I guess there’s going to be one last chapter and it’s going to be like 90% SasuHina interactions? And spoiler alert they’re finally going to make-out. I have this SasuHina headcannon where they’re both private people who generally keep to themselves -- so people think they’re a boring couple, but when they’re alone together it’s like they’re in their own little world, and that’s the dynamic I’m looking forward to exploring in the final part. I’m not sure when it’s going to be up since I have a bunch of other stuff I need to work on so it depends on how the inspo hits me, but I do have plenty of fun ideas!

#sasuhina #sasuhina oneshot #sasuhina fanfic #sasuhinafanfiction #hinata #sasuke #naruto #mystuff #Hinata hyuuga #hinata fanfic

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Awkward Misunderstandings - Sasuhina Month 2020 Day 2

Modern AU Sasuhina

Rating: T (for curse/swear words)

It was ridiculous!

What the hell was he doing anyway? In that dark movie theatre watching a God-awful paranormal movie, stuck with Kiba on one side and some stranger on the other?

This was not the plan he had agreed to. He was under the impression that he would be the one sitting beside Hinata, while she leaned into him frightfully to watch the whole movie. Instead Kiba fucking Inuzuka had parked his unwelcome ass right in the middle of the two of them, and he was even helping himself to the sweet (ugh!) popcorn, he had bought for his supposed movie date with Hyuuga Hinata! Heck, the last time he had peeked at her over Inuzuka’s head, she was totally hooked to the movie, without even an ounce of fear!

He had to admit it grudgingly. He was failing miserably on his second supposed date with Hyuuga Hinata. Just like he had on their first one.

Hinata Hyuuga was one of the newly hired temps in their firm. Now, he would usually never date his co-workers, because already he was inappropriately propositioned so often in his workplace that he did not want to encourage such behaviour between his female colleagues. But he was quite taken with this new temp. And,it wasn’t against the rules, so he decided to woo her.

He had given himself a solid month to get close to her before he asked the dark haired beauty out. What he had not anticipated was the woman’s close friend, another temp, Kiba Inuzuka being a deadweight to his barely-taken-off dating life.

That pointy teeth burly man was stuck to her side for most part of the day, with their desks next to each other. Whenever he tried to talk to her, Kiba was right beside her like her guard-dog, like he did not care about giving them even a shred of privacy. Sasuke didn’t understand what his deal was.

But he was an Uchiha, a little challenge never discouraged him.

Few weeks later, he had asked Hinata out to dinner at a newly opened eatery, with Kiba leaning right there on her desk while he did so. Sasuke had made some small talk first of course, and then he asked her casually.

“Hey, so one of my friends has opened a tapas bar, a few blocks down from here. How about we go there sometime for some dinner?”

She looked completely confounded at his suggestion. Probably because they weren’t close enough to share mealtimes, yet. But Sasuke did not want to wait any longer. He knew her pretty and soft persona had unwittingly engaged the attention of some of the other males at their workplace. He had to act on his instinct.

A few seconds of awkward silence later, she had looked at Kiba, as if she was wanting some silent approval, and then agreed with a pleasant smile.

They agreed to meet up after work on Friday later that week, because her weekend was already committed. It wasn’t ideal, he would have preferred to pick her up from her place, make it a bit more special and not a casual post-work dinner. But he wasn’t giving up this chance.

So, friday evening, he waited at his reserved table and found Hinata enter the bar premises-

In arm with Kiba.

To say that he was shocked, would be an understatement. He had no clue why Kiba had decided to intrude on their date or why Hinata had even allowed it without asking him about it first. But he did not want to make an issue out of it on their first date. He wasn’t going to be stingy or outrightly rude - as much as he wanted to be - just for the sake of Hinata. Maybe, she was uncomfortable hanging out with him alone and brought her friend along for support. Sasuke could not fathom her intention, but he had to respect her feelings and give her space.

They had a decent meal, and he had tried to keep his eyes focused on Hinata through most of the dinner. His responses to Kiba were curt and dry. He got to know from Hinata (and Kiba), that those two were childhood friends. He did not know whether to be relieved or worried by that piece of information.

At the end of the evening, it was just a pleasant dinner, definitely not a date. Because of Kiba third wheeling them for whatever reason.

So, he decided to give her more time to come around and feel comfortable in his solitary company. After all, good things come to those who wait.

He was pleasantly surprised, when two week later, she came up to him, sans Kiba, and asked him to join her for a movie she had extra tickets for. He had immediately agreed.

And like a broken tape recorder, he had yet again found both Hinata and Kiba -waiting for him this time - at the venue looking closer than ever.

“Am I missing something here?”

“Maybe she is into menages… She might be giving you a hint by showing up with that guy…”, Shikamaru Nara drawled as he leaned back in the chair in Sasuke’s office. He has admitted his dilemma to the only sane and reasonable guy he could trust. He could trust his best friend Naruto Uzumaki with his life, but not with his failed attempt at trying to woo a girl. That manchild knew nothing about keeping his mouth shut.

“No.”, Sasuke shook his head firmly at his friend’s suggestion. “No. Hinata is not that kind of girl.”

“You never know man. Some girls are into all that kinky shit.”

“Nara….She is the gentlest and most demure woman in this firm as far as I know, and that includes my fifty-six year old assistant and the geeky looking analyst who probably writes erotica as a pastime. Besides she did say that they were just friends, nothing more.”

Shikamaru smirked at him, “You look like you know a lot about women.”

“I can read a lot about most women just from looking at them. But nothing about this particular one. It’s frustrating to say the least.”

“Well, you could always find out more about her. Ask around, look her up on the internet.”

Sasuke looked mildly offended. “I refuse to come off as creepy.”

“You have passed her cubicle more times in the last few weeks than you have roamed through the office hallways in the last three years. I think you are already past that label.”, his observant friend commented nonchalantly.

Sasuke had decided to be direct. He will ask her out. If she agreed, he will tell her explicitly that it had to be just the two of them. And if she wasn’t up for it, then he would sulk away and avoid crossing paths with her for the rest of his life. Or less dramatically, for the duration of her contract with the firm.

Now, all he had to do was to come up with the most perfect romantic date, a woman like her could ever possibly want. But trust Hinata Hyuuga to toss all his plans in the bin, with a bat of her thick eyelashes over her striking grey eyes.

She had come up to him with no-prizes-for-guessing-who right behind her, when he was getting his lunch at the cafeteria.

“Sasuke~san, how are you?”, she asked him with her trademark genuinely sweet and shy smile that drew his eyes to her glossy perfectly shaped lips. He sighed inwardly, feeling dejected that he was nowhere close to getting a feel of those anytime soon.

“I’m good Hinata, how are you?”, he purposely avoided even looking or even acknowledging the man lurking behind her.

“I’m well, thank you…. Ah, this might seem too forward of me…. But I was hoping to invite you over to my home this Saturday for dinner.”, she ended her words with a questioning lilt in her voice.

Sasuke was quite surprised by her invitation. This was the second time she had come up to him to ask him for his time. Surely it meant that she was interested in him. Right?

“Dinner? At your place?”, he asked her again just to be sure he had heard her right.

She nodded eagerly and explained, “I make a mean lasagna… I was hoping to cook for us… The last two times we were out… umm.. it was a little awkward… Probably because we were out in the public… I’m quite shy that way too… So I wondered if a more private setting might help the situation…”

The situation. She had called it a situation. She definitely knew that he liked her, and dare he hope that she liked him back too. She was going to cook for him after all. While his heart was all too eager to agree with her plans, his mind tried to bring his attention back to the problem at hand. The problem that was, at that very moment, smirking gleefully at him standing right beside Hinata.

Sasuke gave Kiba the hardest of glare before looking over at Hinata and clearing his throat. “When you mean us, you mean it would just be the two of us… Right?”

She was wide eyed and speechless for a few seconds, before she asked him softly with a tell-tale blush, “W-Would you prefer it to be that way?”

“Yes.”, he wasted no time in speaking his mind.

She nodded slowly and then gave another one of her blinding smile that had him smirk back at her too.

“Okay. Sure. Let’s do it that way then. I will text you my address later today.”

Saturday night was upon them very soon. He stood outside her door with a gorgeous bouquet of flowers and a bottle of expensive rosè. It might be a cliched option, but it was safe and effective. Personalised gifts could be reserved for subsequent dates.

Dressed in all black smart casual, he knocked on her apartment door. Within seconds, he heard soft rushed footfalls before Hinata opened the door to him. She looked stunning in a pair of simple black skinny trousers and a cream silk bardot top, with her hair in a sleek low ponytail.

“Sasuke~san, please come in.”, she welcomed him.

Before he could come forward to hug her or kiss her cheek in greeting, she had turned around to get inside. He did not even get to give her the flowers or the wine. He brushed it off as her being timid as usual and followed her inside.

“You are right on time. The lasagna is almost about to come out of the oven.”, she informed him as she moved into the open plan kitchen.

But Sasuke’s steps faltered when he saw the now familiar figure of Kiba sitting regally on her sofa, as if he had every right to be there. Sasuke was aghast, angry and so very disappointed all at the same time. Before he could lash out at Kiba, Hinata stepped out from behind the kitchen counter.

“Everything is ready.”, she pointed out to the candle lit dinner table with flowers, an unopened wine bottle and a steaming tray of lasagna. “I will be out of your hair in a second. I have made plans of my own. Hope the lasagna is to both of your liking.”

Sasuke stood paralysed at what he was hearing. Was this some sort of prank? A joke?

He wanted to curse out loud but he kept his temper under control. “What the hell do you mean? And what the fuck is Kiba doing here??!”, he pointed the bouquet at the man.

Okay, so maybe his control wasn’t the best. And now, it was Hinata’s turn to look shocked at his outburst.

“W-What do you mean Sasuke~san?!”, she tried to pacify him. “He is here for your date with him. He arrived a little earlier and helped me with setting the table up for both of you.”

Sasuke pressed the bridge of his nose in pure agony at the clusterfuck of their situation.

“Why…. would you… EVER… think… that I would want to date Kiba?”, he asked her as he prayed inwardly for more patience.

Hinata frowned and explained, “Because I assumed that you liked him… You were trying to get close to him through me and-”

“Hinata”, he interrupted her. “I’m not gay. I don’t like men. And I certainly don’t like Kiba. No offense.”, he directed the last words to Kiba.

“None taken.”, Kiba replied smiling shamelessly from the couch as if he was amused at some private joke.

“B-but then…”, Hinata’s voice trailed off while her mind replayed their previous conversations. It took her a moment to gather her wits, before she began again, “But why would you ask us out then?”

“Because- ”

“Because he was asking you out Hinata.”, Kiba spoke over Sasuke to enlighten Hinata. “You just misunderstood him.”

Hinata gasped at the new revelation. She looked to Sasuke, and when he did not refute the claim, she looked back at Kiba accusingly. “Y-you knew??!!”

Kiba stretched his arms above his head leisurely, before he got up from the sofa. He was now openly laughing at them.

“Of course I knew Hinata… You were naively oblivious to his intentions… And I decided to play along with your gross misjudgement for a while… I have to say it was fun while it lasted… Thank you Mr. Uchiha for the dinners…”, he saluted to Sasuke before heading towards the door. “I will be out of your hair, now that it probably won’t be as amusing as it was before…”

Hinata was still digesting the crucial piece of information that she had completely misunderstood, as her friend deserted her with Sasuke. She looked at him and offered an apology.

“I’m sorry Sasuke~san… I had no clue-“

Sasuke lifted his hand to stop her from apologising. “No… Don’t… It’s as much my fault… Now that I think about it, none of our words were clear enough for the other person to understand. I should have said explicitly that I like you and that I wanted to take you out on a date.”

Hinata blushed and looked away from the gorgeous man standing in front of her. She liked him enough as a colleague. He was really smart and hardworking, and he treated her kindly every time they interacted. But she had never imagined that he harboured any feelings deeper than their professional relationship.

Seeing her not react adversely to his confession, he stepped closer to her. Unsurely he handed her the bouquet. “I got this for you. And some rosè.”

“Thank you.”, Hinata kept the bottle on the table and smelled the pretty flowers.

Sasuke sighed audibly. “I think I should head back?”, he asked gingerly hoping to get her to cancel her plans and stay with him. The lasagna smelled divine. She looked divine too. Even more so than usual.

“I’m such a fool…”, she shook her head repentantly. She might have agreed to his offer to take her out if she knew how he felt about her. “I should have never so easily believed office gossip…”

“Office gossip?!”, he asked. “You mean people at work think I’m gay??!!”

She nodded guilelessly.

“Hn.”, he grunted unsure if that was good or bad. Because now he realised that there had been fewer women blatantly hitting on him in the last few weeks. But, a few men, co-workers he did not really know, had tried to be friendly with him.

“But don’t worry, it was probably just speculation on Uzumaki~san’s behalf…”

“Uzumaki? Naruto Uzumaki??”, he said sinisterly.

Hinata grew a little nervous at the shift in his demeanour. “Umm…. Yeah… I… Kinda overheard him telling Ino~san and Sakura~san about how you liked men…”

She watched his eyes narrow into slits and tried to reverse any damage. “O-Or may be I misheard it….That’s possible too…”

“Hn. I will have a proper talk with Naruto about keeping his ideas and speculation to himself.”

Sasuke realised Naruto was trying to help him by keeping Ino and Sakura from openly flirting with him, while slyly gaining the two beauties’ attention upon himself. But he could have come up with a different tactic. His best friend will deservedly hear some of his choicest words as soon as he gets back home.

“Umm…. Would you like to stay over for dinner?”, Hinata’s sweet voice got his attention back.

“What about your night out plans?”

She shook her head with a shy smile. “I can cancel them. I was going to hang out with my cousin and his fiance anyway. Most likely third wheeling them.”

“You have to stop the third wheeling Hinata.”, he said with a mock serious face.

She giggled and nodded before inviting him over to the table.

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dianapana · 4 years

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SasuHina Month 2020- Day 8

Day 8 -Funeral/Sleep is the Cousin of Death- Forever, for Eternity

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Mirror, Mirror -Part 4

Sasuke was looking at her with a weird expression, she in turn was stuck in place. Kiba opened the door to his house looking bored but he after noticing her he started smiling wide, he took a step forward and opened his arms like he was about to hug her. Before he could think about it Sasuke moved so he was between him and Hinata. He tried playing it cool like it was a simple mistake by nodding to Kiba and walking inside his house.

Hinata didn’t know why Sasuke did what he did but she was grateful; she was feeling weird after receiving all that information and wouldn’t have liked it if Kiba hugged her. Instead she smiled at him and followed Sasuke inside. Looking at the back of his neck made her want to cry, he was so close yet so far away; how was she even going to try to get closer to him?

“Let’s play some games guys” said Naruto as he and Kiba walked inside as well. Sasuke took a seat on the sofa and Hinata sat herself next to him as close as she could without it looking weird. The room was dimly lit by the tv on which the three boys were playing. They weren’t really talking so the only sounds were the shooting in the game which weren’t very loud. The sofa was comfortable, she was exhausted and the heath coming off of Sasuke in waves only made her feel drowsier. On instinct she moved even closer to him and laid her head on his shoulder. She didn’t even think about the action until he stiffened for a second. But he didn’t tell her to move so she didn’t.

She felt tense now, her heart was beating out of her chest. She almost regretted coming to Kiba’s house. Hinata wanted her other two friends to disappear she wanted to talk to Sasuke, hold his face in her hands and kiss him. To whisper her love against his lips. Hinata in her current life has never felt that way about anybody so the feeling was foreign but familiar at the same time. The memories felt like they were an old tale she heard rather than things she witnessed. The only thing that did feel real was Sasuke and her love.

“She fell asleep” Kiba whispered. Her eyes were indeed closed but she wasn’t sleeping; she was thinking and drifting in between sleep and awake.

“We should wake her up and take her home” Said Naruto; Hinata could sense the blond getting up; she half expected him to pick her up and move her to the car which is why Hinata opened her eyes. Naruto was indeed moving from his spot on the armchair towards her. She did not want him to touch her; she feared that touching someone else might make her memories go away. They came back when she touched Sasuke for the first time so they might go away.

“You’re up” Naruto smiled at her “It’s late and you’re tired obviously. Let us drive you home Hina” The Uzumaki had always been nice to her; he was one of the genuinely good people that exited in the world.

Hinata blinked her eyes a few more times pretending to rub the sleep away from her eyes but in reality, she just wanted to stay in that position next to Sasuke a few moments longer. She looked up at him and he was looking down at her. His black eyes looked red and his jaw was clenched. She had seen that look before; her husband’s eyes would flash red whenever she looked at him and took off her kimono.

Hinata from the past would pull the pins in her hair out as well and let her hair flow down her back; she’d walk towards where Sasuke was standing at the foot of the bed take his hands in hers and place them over her breasts. Her smile would be knowing and yet sweet. Sasuke refused to look at her naked body despite the heath in his gaze. They were yet to be married and Sasuke refused to break the traditions; the fact that he was in her room during the night was bad enough.

Sasuke looked at her in that moment, in Kiba’s living room; just as he did that time. He was holding himself back despite wanting to break free. Hinata almost moved to touch his face but Naruto talked and interrupted her thoughts.

“I’m sorry; I coerced you into coming not thinking about how tired you must be after work” The spell broke and Sasuke got up. “Let’s go” the Uchiha managed to squeeze those words thought his still clenched teeth.

The three waved to Kiba and walked out to the car. Naruto opened the door for her and she thanked her. She told Sasuke the way to her house; the drive wasn’t long since it was still in that neighborhood.

“Good night Hinata” Naruto said as she got out of the car; she smiled and waved at them but the car didn’t leave until she made it inside her apartment building. Once inside Hinata took the steps three at a time. Reaching her apartment, she ran to her room and picked up the mirror, mirror that now had much more value to her. After admiring it for a few moments longer she placed it on her nightstand just as gentle as she always did. The action made her smile. She used to do that a lot in her past life; Sasuke always laughed at her whenever he noticed how gentle she was with the mirror. With thoughts of her lover Hinata went to take a long shower before changing into her night gear.

Her thoughts kept circling back to Sasuke, to their children…she hadn’t thought about the two little angels before, it made her heart break. Would she ever see them again? The memory of their funeral, their tiny coffins filled her brain. Whenever she imagined them in the coffins, she never thought of them dead but rather sleeping. If she and Sasuke were to have children in this life would they be Hikari and Daisuke? Could she even name them that? Would it be like she was trying to replace the ones she lost? How did any of this work? Gosh the funeral was absolutely one of her worst memories. How she wanted to follow the people carrying their coffins; how she wanted to crawl into Sasuke’s so they could sleep forever together. Had she been buried next to them? Would she be able to find the cemetery they were buried in? Could she visit her children and pray for their peace and rest? Her beautiful babies were sleeping; that was all. They were sleeping.

What morbid and strange things to be wondering about; where you were buried in your last life. Had that been her only past life? Or were there others she couldn’t remember? By the way her brain kept spinning Hinata came to the conclusion that she might not be able to sleep at all that night so she went to her kitchen to eat some ice-cream and watch a movie, maybe try to push her thoughts to the side. Her bare feet made a pitter-patter sound on the hardwood floor of the living room. She did not reach the kitchen before there was a knock on her door.

Her eyes flew to the clock; it was past one in the morning already. She walked to the door and peeked through to see who was at her door. Her heart started beading faster; her feet were cold and her hands were shaking. Sasuke was on the other side. She hurried to open the door.

“We need to talk” Sasuke said and pushed his way into the apartment and closed the door.

They were alone, which was what she had wished for before, but she understood that Naruto and Kiba’s presence before had been a blessing in disguise. There was nobody there to stop her when her brain confused the present with the past; she was scared of what she was going to do.

Sasuke appeared to be in pain and that made her heart hurt in turn. He looked just like he did that summer day when they got married; his voice was the same, his skin was just as soft. The impulse to run to him and kiss him while tears ran down her face was too much for her to hold back so on shaky legs, she walked closer to him.

“Why did you come here?” she was in front of him when she asked that, his eyes weren’t harsh or pained anymore they looked tired.

“As I’ve said before we need to talk. I don’t know how to say this…” he looked over his shoulder to her couch. “Maybe we should sit down and talk?”

Seeing him shaken up made her feel brave. She smiled at him and took one of his hands and lead him thought the apartment but instead of going to the sofa she took him to her room.

“I think the living room would be better” His eyes were red again.

“I want to show you something before that” She said and let go of his hand. Sasuke was standing awkwardly in the middle of her room and she went to her nightstand to get the mirror. Would he know what it was? If he didn’t come here to tell her he remembered their life together she could simply say she bought the mirror and it had his name on it, what a weird coincidence right?

“The love of my life gave this to me a long time ago” Hinata told him and showed him the mirror. His expression was devastated.

“You remember” Sasuke whispered as he traced one rose with his finger.

“I do” She confirmed and took the mirror and put it back.

“I had hoped you wouldn’t.” He said coming behind her and hugging her. His lips were next to her ear “I had wished you didn’t” he kissed her temple.

“Why?” Hinata asked and turned around in his arms to look at him. Sasuke caressed her cheek with her thump and then ran it over her lower lip. He was slowly closing the gap between their lips when he started talking again.

“I didn’t want you to remember my death, our kids’ death. It’s not fair Hina” their lips were brushing over each other’s as he spoke “I can hear them screaming Hina, asking me to help them because their little bodies were burning and the buildings were falling around them. I remember the feeling of burning alive and only thinking ‘I hope she never sees us’” Both of her cheeks were wet by tears.

“You were all sleeping; never dead just resting your eyes for a moment” She whispered.

“Tell me love” his voice was lower.

“Tell you what?”

“Tell me how you cried for us for a while and then moved on with your life and lived happily ever after” Sasuke was looking at her face but her eyes were closed. He placed a soft kiss on each of her eyelids. Hinata opened her eyes and shook her head, the smile on her face was a sad one.

“I cried for you for 2 weeks” Sasuke nodded “And then I killed myself” her confession was raw. Their whole conversation felt like it should not be happening; they should not be able to remember the horrors of their own deaths. Sasuke was right; it would have been better had they not remembered.

Sasuke made a pained noise in the back of his throat after hearing what she said. They were hugging and crying, mourning each other in their past life, mourning their life that was cut way too short, mourning their children.

“I’m sorry for the pain caused. But I’m here now, we’re both here now and we’ll be together forever. We’ll always find each other and end up together. We’ll spend the rest of eternity together or looking for each other.” Hinata nodded. They would, they could not live without each other; her suicide was proof of that, the fact that in her actual life she had never been interested in anybody before laying her eyes on Sasuke was proof of that, the mirror finding her and trying to force her to remember was proof of that. Their love would never die. It would only sleep from time to time before they’d meet again and it would be woken up, only to be more intense than ever before.

#sasuhina #sasuhina fanfic #sasuhina month #sasuhina month 2020 #shmonth2020 #SH2020 #mirror mirror #sasuke #hinata #sasuke uchiha #hinata hyuuga #naruto #fanfic #writers on tumblr #diawrites #dia-story

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ofravensandpearls · 4 years

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Hiraeth

SasuHina Month Day 11

Paring: SasuHina / NaruHina

Genre: Hurt/Angst

Rating: T

Hiraeth a longing for a home you can't return to, or one that was never yours. It was warm. It was the sort of physical warmth that you felt whenever you drank a cup of hot cocoa on a cold December night among friends and loved ones. It was sweet and it felt like home. I mean, not that I would know. I never really liked hot cocoa. I’ve always liked the taste of black coffee more. It’s strong and straight to the point. That is what home feels like to me, but when she’s wrapped around my arms and when her back touches my chest, I question myself if black coffee is really what I want my home to feel like.

Growing up, I never really knew what it truly felt like to have an actual home. What I knew about it was simply from a mixture of observation, stories, and books. I lost my parents and my older brother at a young age. It was a freak accident they say. They were driving home one night, after my older brother’s piano concert, and a drunken truck driver hit them like a bowling ball.

Both my parents died on the spot, my brother was rushed to the hospital, but eventually died in transit. It was tragic and I couldn’t understand it fully at the time. I was just seven years old. I was suffering from a fever and my nanny just started crying and hugged me tight while repeatedly saying how everything was going to be alright. I didn’t understand. It wasn’t until the following morning when the servants were talking to my uncle, my father’s best friend, about my parents and brother being gone and how I’ll be living with him in Uzushio. Coming from Konoha, going to Uzhushio felt like miles away and I was just this scared and confused kid who wanted his parents back. It was a whirlwind of events after that. Things were being packed and I was quickly ushered into a black van with heavily tinted windows. The ride seemed to last forever, being seated beside my uncle, it was a quiet affair. He didn’t talk to me much. He just offered a gentle smile. “Uncle, what did you mean by my parents not coming back?” I asked. I realized how innocent I was back then, not understanding what was happening and how much hurt I was in for. He frowned for a moment but regained the gentle smile as he gave my arm a quick squeeze. “I’ll explain it when you’re older, but for now you’ll be living with me and my son Naruto. It’s going to be a vacation.” I remember smiling brightly at that. The idea of spending time Naruto Uzumaki, my bestfriend, for an entire summer was the best thing that could have happened in my life at that point, but of course I never understood what I lost until I was older and that’s when things started to change for me. After that summer, I started asking uncle why I’m not yet going home. He told me that it’s because my parents are having an extended vacation and that I shouldn’t worry about it. By the following year, when I started to go to elementary school, it was then that I understood I was never going home because there is no one to go home to. I finally knew that my parents were dead. They weren’t out on an extended vacation and me staying with the Uzumakis is a permanent thing. I went home angry at everyone. I pushed everyone away and locked myself in my room. I lashed out on everyone even Naruto, but he stayed. Now I’m twenty-one and I still wonder what home really is. I live in a two-bedroom condominium unit in a building located at Upper East Konoha with my adoptive brother and best friend Naruto. Our unit is always tidy because I can never take clutter or mess and I guess because of that it always felt cold. That’s where Hinata Hyuuga enters. She is sweet, smart, and beautiful all at once. She is unassuming and humble. She is all smiles and fluff and sugar and I never really understood what she saw in me. Naruto and I met her on the first day of high school. She was a new student and was awfully shy and soft-spoken. People were not exactly nice to her and Naruto being his everyone-deserves-to-have-friends self, dragged me to the corner where Hinata ate her lunch alone. “Hi I’m Naruto Uzumaki and this emo boy here is my best friend Sasuke Uchiha. It’s nice to meet you…?” He trailed off waiting for Hinata to respond to his boisterous introduction. She blushed and avoided eye contact with Naruto and myself. “Um… I’m Hinata Hyuuga. It’s nice to meet you too.” She almost whispered. Naruto smiled brightly and sat right beside Hinata even without invitation. “Okay Hinata! Since we’re friends, let’s all have lunch together? Okay?” Hinata once again blushed and nodded her head. I think I heard her say thank you, but I never really knew if she did because Naruto started talking animatedly. I sat across from the both of them barely giving input because just like Hinata, I was a quiet person. Since then, we’ve become best friends. It was always the three of us. If you saw one of us, you’d surely find the other two. Back to being twenty-one and sitting on my couch in Naruto and my condominium unit, with the television playing a random movie, Hinata sat beside me, her head laid on my chest, her legs were crossed with mine. My head was lazily propped on top of hers. It felt nice to have her warmth as I enclosed my arms around her shoulders. Her dark hair shined under the fluorescent lights of the unit. Her pale, lavender eyes are closed in comfort. I sighed in utter contentment. I would have said it was a perfect day, a perfect cuddle day. I would have had Naruto, my perfectly annoying-I’m-dumb-but-I’m-good-lookin-and-I’m-the-son-of-the-Mayor best friend not walk- in in that moment, but as fate would have it he did.

With Hinata being as shy as she was, she suddenly sat up straight upon hearing the door creak. She pushes herself off of me when she noticed Naruto entering the threshold of the two bedroom condominium unit. Hinata finally found her footing and stood up apologizing to Naruto in the process “Ah! Naruto-kun welcome home. I think it seems that I’ve overstayed my welcome. I’ll just-” Naruto cuts her off with a disarming smile. “What are you talking about Hinata? You’re always welcome here! I wouldn’t know how to appease Mr. Grouchy Pants over there if you weren’t here!” Hinata sighs in relief and looks at me with that radiant smile of hers. “Well, since you’re here HInata. Why don’t we have some instant ramen? I bought lots.” I rolled my eyes at Naruto as he wiggled his eyebrows at Hinata while showing her his plastic bags. Hinata giggled and joined Naruto in the Kitchen to prepare. I frowned. I can hear their laughter from where I sat. It was a nice sound, like the twinkling of bells- only those bells were currently being drowned out by some barking hyena. I hate Naruto sometimes. I mean I love him, he’s my brother, but now that he ruined a totally perfect afternoon I just can’t take his obnoxious presence. I closed my eyes and reclined on the sofa. Maybe if I tuned them out I’ll just imagine Hinata being back in my arms. That sounds nice. Maybe with some slow jazz and coffee it’d be perfect. My thoughts were cut because that’s when Hinata came out of the kitchen and came over to me and pulled me up. “C’mon, Sasu. Let’s go.” I peeked through my overgrown bangs, which Hinata always reminds me to cut because the emo look is very 2010, to look at her I shook my head no. “What why.” She pouted. It was always so cute when she pouted “Sasuuu…” I ceded. I couldn’t say no to her. She dragged me to the kitchen where Naruto waited. “There you are finally!” They laughed. I smirked and hugged Hinata. I kissed her temple and whispered to her how much I love her and how much I wish this were all real. She laughed, hit my rib with her elbow, and told me not to be silly. “This isn’t a dream!” and the bells rung once again. I laughed with her this time. A real, sad reverberation from my throat. I covered my face, frowned, and took a step back. In that moment. I stared into her wide beautiful eyes. “Yeah. This isn’t a dream.” I took a step back from her and backtracked to everything that happened today before I got to this point. I smiled at her as I kissed her temple, a promise of forever. She drags me to the kitchen island where Naruto waits for the both of us. I frown at her for leaving me. She sits up straight to distance herself from me. I opened the door to our dorm room to find her on the couch. With Naruto. Laughing at some stupid joke the movie said. She kisses his cheek and he smiles so brightly. He finally noticed me. “Oh hey Sasuke! Welcome home! I hope you don’t mind that Hinata’s staying over.” I eye her. I want to see that spark of recognition. That memory of her between my arms. Not this reality of Naruto and Hinata together. Of them in love. Of Naruto having his perfect little world. Of Hinata happily wrapped around Naruto and openly laughing and smiling, her chime like laugh a nightmare for me. “Ah… Hello, Sasuke-san.” A gentle, polite smile. I didn’t acknowledge either of them. I went straight to my room and locked the door. I lay on my bed. Wondering, what it would feel like to be the recipient of that smile. Dreaming of a time where she would laugh at something I say; and longing for a home that was never mine.

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fxckbiscuit · 4 years

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In Reverse

Day 30: Time Travel (kinda…lol)

@sasuhinamonth

The sandalwood scent of incense retreats, its smoke returning to the burners where they came from.

In a neat line to an open grave, people take turns revoking their goodbyes for the boy resting cold six feet under. Every white lily they drop to the chasm leaps back to their waiting hands.

Hinata hears the creaking of ropes as she watches a group of men lift his coffin out of the freshly dug earth. Guilt stops gnawing on her heart.

Could I have done something that would have saved you?

His family resumes their place in the front row, while the priest withdraws his parting words—he won’t be calling Sasuke a sinner anymore. And then Naruto retracts his awful cries, Kakashi reels in his choked sobs, and Sakura recoils her wails of pure animalistic agony.

Down the back, Hinata pauses to contemplate on the wounded echoes around her—they’re so heavy she could almost see, no, touch their grief in all its blackness. Did I help you to a death you didn’t want, Sasuke?

Halfheartedly, she listens to the small crowd unmurmuring their eulogies, every syllable going back to the refuge of their throats. And when his coffin returns to the pedestal, the harsh pulse of mourning comes to a stop. The shared sorrow among them quiets down.

As they all walk backwards to the mouth of the graveyard, Hinata quits wondering if there would ever be a kind of strength, a kind of warmth that could fill the hollow in her chest.

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Outside the morgue, the late morning sun slowly slinks back to the east, and the flood behind her eyes dry up. Hinata surrenders to the violent sobs of panic that won’t be coming anymore.

How dare you. How could you leave me? How could you do this to me? A wave of anger and nausea abruptly disappears from her that for a split second, he was just a faint vision, a blur lying dead on the steel table.

“No. That…mangled thing is not Sasuke. No, I d-don’t recognize it. It’s not him. I’ve never even seen that thing before.” She swallows back this denial as the fire in her chest stops burning. It stops burning the second she unidentifies the dead, dead body.

“Do you recognize this man?” She turns her head away from the disgusting mess.

The operative sets the white sheet back to cover his face and the sight of Sasuke’s graying skin webbed with blood vanishes from Hinata’s mind; she won’t be knowing it’s him anymore.

And the whole world shifts back in place.

The ground returns from under her feet, twin teardrops run back up her cheeks. The suffocating fear that threatens to split her skull open disappears, because now he’s less dead with every breath she draws out.

The quiet of the examining room bleeds outside the corridor, and Hinata backtracks to the entrance of the morgue where her mind empties out the dark unease eating her alive.

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The sundown finds Uchiha Sasuke freckled with a light drizzling of snow, lying on his back with incredibly blank eyes. He’s surrounded by a strange weightlessness in the air, a vacuum that knows no guilt or ache.

Then the void spits him out.

Clouds of breath retreat to his mouth like a tide as he retakes his last breath.

I wish I had. Sasuke thinks back to the last thought he would have ever had—Hinata’s bright eyes, wide with a silent plead, asking him to stay.

A snowflake lightly stirs in his eyelash before lifting into the iron sky. Pain floods him gradually, then all at once, blocking out every other thought.

(He doesn’t mind the jagged ache in his heart, because it is the same ache reminding him he has a heart.)

The blow of the backhand that knocks him to the ground suddenly jerks him upright and brings him to a kneel. Sasuke shifts his gaze to the trails of lifeblood crawling from the ground, receding to the gaping wound on the dead center of his chest.

All of a sudden, a thick red light blankets the world around him. Everything stills. Through dazed eyes, Sasuke faintly makes out a shadowy figure in front of him. The man opens his hand and catches a sword leaping up to his grasp. He points the blade to the bloody mess of Sasuke’s chest. Sasuke’s vision clears as the man slowly inserts the steel straight to the entrance of his wound. Fuck, fuck.

With the blade buried in his chest, Sasuke feels his insides stitching themselves together around the cold, intruding metal. Then the man yanks out the sword. The wave of pain ripping through Sasuke disappears at once. The copper taste on his tongue subsides. The wound closes.

Looking up, Sasuke locks eyes with his brother, and then heaven stops bleeding.

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“I’m tired of running away from ghosts.” There’s a jump in his heartbeat when he revokes the confession.

“Why do you have to go?” There’s a crack in her voice when she withdraws the question.

It happens at the pause after he breathes her in, and the realization comes back like a rush: he won’t be leaving her anymore and she won’t be letting him go. Hinata removes the arm that encircled his neck and Sasuke unclenches the hand fisted in her hair.

After leaning away from him, Hinata erases her reply written on the fogged up window. Yes.

Sasuke points a finger against the glass and removes his question smeared on it. You’ll always remember me, won’t you? Every letter disintegrates in the fog building under his fingertip.

They return to sit side by side on the floor, shoulder to shoulder with their backs against a wall, listening to the rain go heavenward, sloppily retrieving its kisses on the roof. His mind erases the memory of him taking a good long look at her—he forgets the way he couldn’t differentiate his pulse from hers as their wrists touched.

(He knows well enough that nothing stays and that everything eventually returns to ashes, plumes of smoke, nothingness—he wouldn’t stay, and she wouldn’t stay, and what they have wouldn’t stay either. But it’s okay. This is enough for him anyway.)

Sasuke rests his forehead against hers, lightly brushing her cheeks and temporarily painting her skin the color of his calloused hands, before he pulls away again to look back beyond the windowpane. So they look on. One by one the little raindrops jump to the clouds.

Up.

they

go.

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Sorry if this was confusing lmao. Got the idea for the reverse thingy from this poem. Happy SasuHina month!!

#idk what this is #not even sure if this fits the prompt #look away!!#namatay ako kakasulat neto putangina #sasuhina #sasuhinamonth2020 #shmonth2020

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chillincucumber · 5 years

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Brief Snapshots

So like SasuHina yeah?

Just a short one shot, relates to a story im currently writting and wanted to give it its own creative space to flesh out!!

Enjoy!

He found it odd when she came came home from grocery shopping, and snapped a picture of him eating left over dumplings from dinner.

She just walked in the kitchen, placed the bag on the island counter, and russeled through her bag until she found the camera she had bought. He didn’t expect for his picture to be taken mid bite.

She giggled as she looked at the digital screen of the camera and showed him the picture. An undignified photo, but she seemed to like it. He continued eating.

She placed the camera on the table and went about putting away the rest of the groceries. He watched her mill through the kitchen, opening cupboards and putting vegetables away in the fridge. Their kitchen, in their house. He would sometimes stare at the wedding photo in the living room, glossy and new. It was, astonishing sometimes that they ended up married.

He placed down his chop sticks and grabbed the camera, and flipped it over in his hands, lightweight and bright blue. He flipped through the different options, recognizing the different buttons and menus before he came to the album. There was only the photo of him.

“Hey.” Hinata perked and turned around, watermelon in her arms.

“Yeah-“

Click click

He took a quick succession of photos of her surprised and astonished face; capturing her in full blush and embarrassment. He looked through the photos and deleted the blurry ones as she scurried around the counter to see the photos. He ended up deleting all but one.

Hinata bit her lip, “That’s not a very good photo...” her eyes were caught blinking and her mouth open and face red hot.

“It’s fine.” He gave her back the camera and finished off his meal. She flipped between the two photos, a matching set of embarrassing photos. She felt a fluttering feeling in her chest looking at them.

“I’ll help put away the groceries.” She turned to him and put the camera down. She saw him put the tomatoes in the egg compartment.

“Ah! The tomatoes don’t go there!”

He woke to the sound of a camera shutter and instantly opened his eyes. He saw Hinata laying down beside him, her body turned away, unmoving and still. He knew for a fact she had taken a photo of him sleeping.

He propped himself up and reached over with a hand dove under her covers. She squealed in surprise and he took his hand away when he got the camera from her hands. She tried to snatch the camera away from him but he quickly kept it out of her reach.

“You should try shutting off the sound next time.” He flipped through the photo album, she had taken a few photos of the garden they had outside and of some of the small animals around the house. He noticed she had captured a photo of the snake summon he had patrol around the house. Its tiny green body coiled up but its mouth wide open in either a yawn or smile.

The next three pictures sent him for a loop. The first was of him sleeping but with one of her hands poking him. The next was from above, his face was showing and only her partially near a corner. The next was of him from above, just him, his face relaxed and serene. He was bundled up in his blankets, hair tousled.

She sat next to him quietly, waiting for his answer. Hinata’s hand itched to snatch the camera away from him as he stared at the pictures. He would usually be the one to wake up before her. So when she woke up and saw him fast asleep, she took the opertunity to snap a few picutres.

“Uh...”

“Im surprised I didnt hear the camera shutter before.” He lifted the camera to his face and snapped a picture of her pouting. He gave her back the camera.

They continued on that week, she would snap pictures of doing the most mundane things. She would take pictures of him working in the garden, or practicing on the training post near the house. She would snap pictures when she thought he wasnt looking, but he always knew she was there, and allowed her. She knew he knew, and she would notice when he did a particularly cool move when she would take a picture.

Her favorite one was of a cat sleeping on his chest on the veranda on a sunny day.

It was his pictures of hers that were the most embarrassing. He would catch her off gaurd, the camera seemigly in his hands at the right moment, capturing moments before they happened or after the fact. His favorite, though he would never tell her, was when she fell in a puddle of mud and had her face covered in it. It had rained quite hard earlier that day, and she had slipped while cleaning her garden.She had tried to throw a small piece of mud at him but only to squeal when her hand was ful of worms.

But it was mostly her snapping pictures, the camera was never too far from her.

“Why do you take so many pictures?” He had asked her on a Thursday evening, they were lounging on the veranda, enjoying tea as the sun set.

She hummed and poked through the photos in the camera, “My family only ever took formal photos. I dont have many photos of me and Hanabi or of Neji when we were younger.”

She swung her legs over the edge of the veranda, “I only have one photo of my mother and I. So...” she trailed off, her mind wandering, or just avoiding the sad answer.

He thought about his own family, though the Uchiha clan was very prestigious, his mother made sure to take photos whenever she could of Itachi and him. Obviously those pictures were gone, but he could remember some of them.

He didn’t push and she didn’t continue, the answers didn’t need to be spoken when both knew the real reason. Not that Sasuke would ever admit that he liked the photos, and hoped that his abscene wasn’t going to be replaced by photos when he left Konoha to search for Kaguya.

He found the camera on a small stack of books in thier kitchen, Hinata was fiddling with the kitchen chairs and moving them. He walked in curious as to what she was up to.

“Sasuke! Can you stand right here?” She motioned to the position in front of the camera. He walked over and stood while she went behind the camera and changed something.

He looked at her curiously, “What are you doing?”

She smiled, “I wanted to take a photo together.” She felt her insides squirm but she glanced up at him. He hummed and looked to the side. If Hinata knew Sasuke any less than she did, she would’ve thought he was annoyed. She knew better, “I’m setting up a timer.” She pressed a button and quickly walked next to him. He wasn’t sure how to pose so he just crossed his arms, and Hinata clasped her hands and smiled. The camera beeped and took the picture.

She went and grabbed the camera and flipped to the album. Sasuke walked up to her and looked over her shoulder. It was a nice photo. “I like it. You even smiled.” He arched a brow and found that he did, very faintly but he was smiling. He didn’t know how to feel about it.

She flipped off the camera before he could think of it being deleted. She grabbed the books from the counter and walked away to the living room. Sasuke watched her leave and leaned against the counter’s edge. It was interesting being married to Hinata.

But he wouldn’t have it any other way.

#sasuhina #sasuhina fanfic #feast your eyes my children #and be kind to me #this is a first that I post a one shot here #ill post a link for the main story when I'm done with the main story

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kusunogatari-a · 6 years

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[ SasuHinaMonth Day Two: Yin and Yang ] [ @sasuhinamonth ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata ] [ SasuHina ] [ Verse: Healing Waters and Scorching Flames ]

Ten years. Ten years since they’ve all had the time to meet. Their duties to their nations have kept them busy and apart...but with a decade of peace to celebrate, there are no more excuses to avoid one another.

The celebration is held in the Earth Kingdom. Ba Sing Se plays host, the liberated city dressed for the occasion. Benders of all elements gather in the streets to give thanks for the first ten years of harmony after a hundred of war and hatred.

Naruto greets all with wide smiles and warm embraces. Kiba howls hellos alongside an aging Akamaru, the polar bear dog. Sakura, vivacious as ever, gives claps on shoulders that stagger the most solid of men.

And as Sasuke and his brother approach, Hinata offers polite bows and soft salutations.

He almost has to do a double take.

They saw each other last several years ago when trades were finally fully opened to the Fire Nation again. Still a teenager growing into herself then, Hinata had hidden mostly in the background as those older than her handled the talking. But now...now she’s come into her own.

Garbed in a sapphire dress that glitters like a moon-drenched ocean, she holds herself with poise and grace. Last Sasuke heard, she’s become matriarch over all of the Southern Water Tribes. Clearly having learned how to handle such a title, the welcome she gives them is genuine, yet well-mannered.

“Fire Lord Itachi. Prince Sasuke. It’s been so long.”

“Too long,” the elder brother agrees, matching her bow. “You look stunning, Hinata.”

She laughs politely into a hand. “You flatter me. And you both look well - have your treatments been holding up?”

“They have. And anymore are few and far between. A full recovery may yet be out of reach, but I am simply thankful for what I have.”

A knowing glint shines in the waterbender’s eyes. “Well then, don’t let me keep you. I’m sure the others are eager to say hello.”

Nodding, Itachi takes his leave, and Sasuke gives a small scoff. “Is there anyone who won’t tease him about that?”

“Do you not?” Hinata asks, still smiling coyly.

“I’m the worst of them. Mostly I’m just glad to think of Father’s face when he hears his heir is sweet on a waterbender. You’d think by now they’d both stop denying it.”

“Perhaps your brother merely wishes to be cautious. Such a transition may still be...difficult for some of your people.”

“They’ve endured bigger changes since the war’s end. All that matters to me is that he ends up happy.”

There’s a soft hum of agreement. “...yin and yang, hm? Fire and water.”

“The sun and the moon,” Sasuke muses, mostly meant to be to himself.

“So...it doesn’t bother you?”

“Hm?”

“That she’s a waterbender?”

Sasuke can’t help a slight pause. “...if you’d asked me that ten years ago, I’d laugh in your face. But times have changed...so have we. There’s still a chance for a firebending heir. I’m not worried.”

“I suppose there’s always your offspring to consider.”

He can’t help a barking laugh. “Yeah...sure.”

Hinata’s head tilts. “...have you no thoughts to start a family?”

A long moment of silence passes, Sasuke’s brow furrowed and slightly dark with thought. “...I’m not sure. I…” He hesitates. “...I spent several years of my life being a horrible person. I nearly threw my brother aside for power. I treated his healer like dirt beneath my heel. I hunted you and your friends like animals, all to prove my worth to a man who was more monster. A monster I nearly became. I’m not sure I’m suited to having a wife or children.”

Expression somber, Hinata glances aside. “...and yet you’ve changed. You said it yourself: none of us are who we were as children. War did terrible things to us all. But you put that aside: your pride, your lust for power. You helped us. We’d not have won the war without you.”

“And yet it would have been far less terrible without me and my prior deeds in it.”

“Sasuke...we all have good and evil inside us. In the end, you chose good. And you continue to choose it, every day. Do you think you might someday change your mind?”

“...I don’t know. And that scares me.”

Silence falls between them again, each lost in their own thoughts.

“...I know...I distrusted you at first. It was hard not to. But eventually you proved me wrong. Proved all of us wrong. If you could bring yourself out of that hole of anger and jealousy you were in, then...you’re stronger than you give yourself credit for, Sasuke.” Lifting a hand, Hinata lets it rest gently against his cheek, feeling him stiffen but guiding his gaze back around. “...I trust you now. We all do. Why can’t you trust yourself…?”

Staring down at her, flickering his gaze between her eyes, Sasuke tries to think of an answer. “...no one knows me like I know myself.”

“...then maybe you just need to let someone in so they can.”

Her calm logic against the coals of his self-deprecation douse them like icy waters.

...how had she put it? Yin and yang?

“...I don’t know who would want to take that risk,” he murmurs, her palm still cool against his skin.

“...well, I -”

“Everyone!”

Jolting, the pair of them stagger apart as Naruto’s voice booms over the gathered crowd. Arms lift as he smiles like a sunrise. “The banquet is about to begin! Please, take your seats and join us for just the first phase of this celebration of a whole decade of peace!”

As his speech concludes and the crowds begin to murmur and shift, Hinata and Sasuke give one another a glance, a bit sheepish at the broken atmosphere. “...I’ll...see you after the feast,” Hinata offers, stammering slightly as she once did when younger.

“...right.” Giving a stiff bow, Sasuke seeks out his brother, taking the seat at his side.

“Where have you been, little brother? Did Hinata keep you occupied so long?”

Mind still jumbled, the prince flickers his gaze over. A few seats away, on the other side of the table, his brother’s healer engages the other waterbender in smiling conversation. Ah...he didn’t know they were friends.

“...yeah. Guess she did.”

Word count: 1074 Cumulative: 2003 Golly this took several tries to get right, and even now dunno if I 100% like it, but it’s late...again...so we’ll call this good lol I love this verse and need to write more of it. It’s an awesome crossover and the fact that SasuHina thus parallels Zu///tara makes me a happy camper lol - it started mostly from an RP with an Itachi blog, but branching it out into other characters is so much fun! Just a heads up, irl is hoppin’ for me lately, so I might be late on the next few entries of this, possibly more. But I’ll do my best to keep at them until either we finish, or Life just get too outta hand! Day two, check!

#sasuhinamonth #uchiha sasuke #hyūga hinata #sasuhina #sasuhinamonth2018 #shmonth2018 #healing waters and scorching flames [ au ]

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wickermallow · 6 years

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So I’ve been rereading “Eyes Wide Open” cuz...feels and it’s soo good 💞 but i was just wondering if you’re doing anymore sasuhina pieces for the near future 🤔

Awww thanks!Hmm, as far as more sasuhina... Probably not in the near future, but I can't rule it out completely. I have a story that I really want to tell for them, but it's very complex both plotwise and emotionally, and I don't know if I'm mature or experienced enough to get the feeling I want between them, despite being in my 20s.It's never off my radar, but it will definitely be a while, sadly.

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365daysofsasuhina · 4 years

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[ @sasuhinabigflash2020 || Day Three: Don’t Laugh ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata, Orochimaru ] [ SasuHina ] [ Verse: Like Magic ] [ AO3 Link ]

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Another September...another year at Hogwarts.

Sitting in a train compartment with a few other Hufflepuffs she vaguely knows, Hinata mostly just daydreams about arriving at the school. Because despite the fact that she’s now a third year, Hinata has...well, very few friends. And with her nature as a wallflower, she’s often overlooked, anyway.

So, it’s mostly classes and learning that she enjoys during her time away from home. And, well...being away from home.

But she tries not to think about that.

Instead, her excitement grows the closer they get to the school. And by the time they make it to the carriages, she almost bounces on her seat after giving the thestral pulling it a greeting pat.

She’s always been able to see them.

...she has her mother to thank for that.

The Great Hall is just as she remembers it, as is the feast. Clapping for every new addition to her house, Hinata gives them shy smiles, reminiscing over how nervous she’d been before being Sorted. Her father had been hopeful for Ravenclaw, his own house.

But, as usual, Hinata disappointed him.

The common room of the Hufflepuff dormitory is lively that evening, Hinata sitting along the edge and watching with a smile as the new Puffs are given the grand tour. Bright-eyed and slack-jawed, it’s clear they’re just as in awe as she was.

But she turns in early, wanting to be on time for her first class in the morning. Excitement and wistfulness, she knows, will mean sleep will be hard to come by. All the same, Hinata closes her eyes and does her best to relax.

And next thing she knows...it’s morning! The first out of bed, she dresses and dashes for the hall to get her breakfast, looking over her schedule yet again.

Oddly enough, the first class of the day is Potions.

It brings about a duality in feeling. On one hand, it’s a useful class. Given she wants to be an Herbologist someday, knowing what many of the plants she’ll be working with are for is good knowledge to have. But, on the other hand...the professor scares her. A slippery, sharp-eyed person she still doesn’t know the gender of. All she does know is that Professor Orochimaru scares the living daylights out of her. Which, most days, makes learning in their class rather...difficult.

They’re also set to have said class as a double with the Slytherin third years. While Hinata does her best not to be biased, there’s a handful of them that, admittedly, give her a rather bad feeling.

Still...it’s a necessary evil, either way. She’ll make due. Nothing can beat down her determination to learn all she needs to know. Not even creepy teachers or jeering classmates.

So, once breakfast is over, she fetches her book, her cauldron, and her ingredients...and heads down down down into the castle dungeons for Potions.

Thankfully, she isn’t the first one there, nor the only Puff. They all give each other subtle, knowing glances. Even if they aren’t close friends, they’re still allies in this rather...unfortunate predicament.

Not long before the bell, the professor emerges from their office, looking them all over with thinly-veiled disdain, while a glance to their Slytherin students earns a thin-lipped smile. “Welcome, third years, to our first Potions lesson of the year. Luckily for you, we are to begin with a brewing. If you’ll open your books to page seven…”

With that, the lesson begins, and everyone follows along as the potion in question is detailed.

“Now, to encourage a little...cross-house friendliness, I want each of you to find a brewing partner outside your house. You will be graded on whichever potion turns out least favorable, so you must work together. Slytherins, I expect you to help your Hufflepuff colleagues.”

Several Puffs manage half-hearted glares at the obvious jab, but do as they’re told. Most pairs sit across from one another, clearly wanting to be as far apart as possible.

Hinata, finishing up her notes, finds herself to be one of the last without a partner until - of his own volition - one takes the other seat, making her jump.

“Calm down, I’m not going to hex you,” he drawls, setting down his things. “Are you Hufflepuffs always so on-edge?”

“I...I didn’t see you come over,” Hinata mumbles in explanation, turning a flustered pink. “...um...I’m Hinata,” she then offers. “Hinata...Hyūga.”

At that, his head snaps up, eyes wide. “...Hyūga?”

Oh dear, here we go. “Y...yes.”

“...pleasure. Sasuke Uchiha,” he greets, holding out a hand for her to gingerly shake. “I didn’t know there was a Hyūga in Hufflepuff.”

That gets her to shift a bit. “My, um...I have a cousin, he’s - he’s in Ravenclaw.”

“Neji, right? I’ve heard of him. Decent Chaser.”

“...you play Quidditch?”

“Team Seeker,” he replies with a smirk, clearly happy with his position.

“Oh...I-I don’t play, but um...I-I watch matches when I can. Mostly Neji’s and...my house’s.”

“Hufflepuff usually doesn’t fare well, does it?”

She quiets. “...I guess not. I...don’t pay the standings much mind. O-or houses. I just...keep to...myself…” Her tone fades to a somber silence.

To her surprise, Sasuke looks at her strangely, expression one she can’t read. “...it’s not for everyone,” he then replies nonchalantly. “What do you like, then?”

“Herbology!” At her sudden, loud reply, Hinata flushes pink again. “I-I mean...I like...herbology…”

“Never been much good with plants myself,” he replies, beginning to measure ingredients as Hinata fumbles to do the same. “I like Potions. Transfiguration isn't bad, either.”

“Charms is...is one I enjoy.”

“Not really my speed, but that’s all right.” Rifling through his bag, he then frowns. “...do you have a spare rat tail, by any chance? I could have sworn I brought one…”

“Um…” Fishing in her own, Hinata hands him one.

“Thanks. I’ll pay you back.”

“It - it’s fine.”

“Fair’s fair,” he counters, sounding resolute as he adds it.

A bit taken aback, Hinata watches him for a moment before smiling.

Maybe not all Slytherins are jerks.

They keep on for a time, double-checking one another’s work as they go. Sasuke’s right: he’s good at this, catching a few mistakes she nearly makes and making her blush in embarrassment every time. But for some reason he’s patient with her.

“All right, next is...powdered dragonfly chitin,” he notes, taking out a vial and unstopping it. “Apparently this makes it pretty volatile, so do it slowly, all right?”

Hinata nods, cautiously measuring the right amount and sprinkling it bit by bit into her cauldron. Small sparks fly every time it impacts, and she can’t help but flinch back.

And then, the unthinkable happens.

Sasuke sneezes.

Right over the top of his spoon.

Causing the entire load to fall in at once.

With a flash, a cloud of smoke and sparks rises up from the brew, drawing every eye in the classroom, including the professor’s.

Wide-eyed, Hinata leans back as the din clears, Sasuke coughing and trying to wave it away.

...his eyebrows are gone.

Clearly completely unaware, he squints against the smell of burnt potion, face sooty. “...see what I mean?” he manages to note with another cough.

“S...Sasuke…?”

“What?”

“Your…?” She hesitantly points at her own brow.

Reaching up, Sasuke feels at his, slowing to a stop as he feels not hair, but smooth skin.

The entire dungeon is silent.

Looking to Hinata in equal surprise, he moves his hand to point to her. “Don’t...you dare...laugh.”

Staring, stupefied, Hinata only feels the urge as he speaks, drawing her lips between her teeth.

“Hyūga…”

Her head shakes.

“I’m warning you.”

“Given that your potion is now completely ruined, mister Uchiha,” Orochimaru then cuts in, “you might as well go the hospital wing for those little burns on your cheeks. And seeing as your partner is finished with a…” The Slytherin head of house leans over her cauldron, looking mildly impressed. “...adequate potion, I will average your grades...and she can accompany you to make sure you don’t blow anything else up on the way.”

Looking entirely annoyed, Sasuke clears his cauldron with a wave of his wand, packing up as Hinata bottles a sample to be fully graded, then doing the same and scurrying after him.

“You don’t need to escort me.”

“But...but the professor said -?”

“The professor can kiss my ass,” Sasuke growls, making Hinata stumble at the sudden coarse language. “It was the last step! We both had it perfect! I just -!”

“I-it’s okay! Maybe...maybe we can have a do-over, if...if we ask nicely?”

“Tch, fat chance of that.”

Chastised, Hinata nonetheless keeps up, giving him the occasional glance. His face is still smudged with soot, but...she can’t take her eyes off his bare brows.

“Something funny?”

“N-no! I...I’m sorry that happened...do your cheeks hurt?”

“...a bit. I’ll be fine. Five minutes in the hospital wing and I’ll be right as rain. Maybe I’ll even get my eyebrows back.”

Before she can stop it, Hinata looses a snort.

“...I told you not to laugh.”

“I’m sorry, it just s-slipped out!”

To her surprise, then does the same. “It’s fine, Hyūga. At least you know what I meant about the chitin now, right?”

“Y...yeah.”

Thankfully they take Sasuke right in, and Hinata - not knowing what else to do until the period ends - lingers awkwardly outside until he’s released.

And with both eyebrows, to boot.

“You didn’t have to wait.”

“Well, um...I-I didn’t want to go back,” she admits sheepishly.

“Me neither. Think I’ll just get a head start to my next class.”

“That’s...a good idea.”

Glancing to her thoughtfully, Sasuke offers, “Guess I’ll see you tomorrow morning, Hyūga.”

That gets her to jolt a bit in surprise. “I...yes! I...I guess you will.”

“And I won’t lose my eyebrows next time.”

Her lips curl before she thinks to hide them behind a sleeve cuff.

Smirking back at her, he gives a mock salute. “Later, Hyūga.”

“...bye!” Waving as he retreats, Hinata checks her schedule. Transfiguration next, single class. Hopefully this one is a bit less...eventful.

...but...well, maybe she’s finally making a friend.

And a Slytherin, to boot.

...well, so much for my doing these in decent time xD Here it is almost two am and I’m just posting...whoops. Annnywho, some Harry Potter verse! With a shy Puff Hinata and a smug Slytherin Sasuke because of course. F in the chat for Sasuke’s eyebrows. Not gonna lie, this was fun to write xD I like this crossover, so I’ll try to do more of it if any further prompts make sense for it. But on that note, I had a long day, so I’m gonna call it a night~ Thanks for reading, lovelies!

#sasuhinabigflash2020 #shbf2020 #sasuhina #uchiha sasuke #hyūga hinata #orochimaru #like magic [ au ]

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givemestories-givemelife · 4 years

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Blueberries, Lavender & Hot Matcha Tea

A SasuHina Oneshot.

Part 1 / Part 2

AN: Why? Because someone @muzikaldove asked and I obliged . It came to me relatively easy in all it’s tropey goodness. I think you can tell how much ao3 I’ve been reading lately from this. My apologies over the fact I have no idea how to properly use a comma.

Summary: Sasuke has a run in with a certain blue haired girl and he’s confused.

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Blueberries

Sasuke glares at a punnet of blueberries, a memory of wide lavender eyes flashing in his mind. He pinches the bridge of his nose and grits his teeth. Fuck. Things like this weren’t suppose to happen to him. He forces himself to take in a slow calming breath and attempts to sigh out all his current frustrations.

He hasn’t been able to stop thinking about that damn blue haired girl and her stupid embarrassed blush and the way she just couldn’t make direct eye contact with him, and how for some fucking reason that made his heart twist in some weird foreign way.

Because he wanted her to look at him.

He really wanted her to look at him.

Sasuke wasn’t used to the desire of wanting attention from women.

In fact Sasuke was used to women throwing themselves at him since that appeared to be the only way to receive any sort of regard from the aloof Uchiha. Sasuke didn’t have time to engage in such frivolous affairs and was mildly thankful he didn’t have to put in much effort.

But there he was for the first time ever, looking at a woman and instead of thinking the word ‘annoying’ he thought of the word ‘cute’ and that in it’s self should’ve been an indication of hell freezing over because Sasuke is Sasuke and he definitely doesn’t fucking think about anything as cute. Especially not short blue haired women with shy dispositions who spill burning hot tea all over him and his expensive new suit when he’s already late for an important business meeting.

But that’s exactly what happened.

He was uncharacteristically running ten minutes behind schedule when he noticed his favourite coffee shop was obnoxiously overrun because of course it’s a goddamned Wednesday and they have that dumb promotion for half priced iced latte's. So he scoffed at the betrayal and hoped to find a less busy cafe on the way.

And once he crossed the threshold of some hole in the wall bistro he’d never before noticed called ‘Heaven’s little corner’ he looked up at the bell that rang when the glass door hit it and smacked into something oddly soft then suddenly felt pain-

Searing pain, wet and hot, burning his chest and trickling down his legs. Sasuke clenched his eyes shut cringing violently and hissed at the sensation, “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

“O-oh my god,” a sweet little voice squeaked and Sasuke snapped his eyes open to glare at the retreating form of blue hair, “no no no no no no no.” The quiet offender muttered to herself grabbing all the napkins she could muster from their dispenser and turning back to look at the soaked fabric covering his chest like a devastating problem she needed to solve and quick. Rushing towards him she started wiping at the creamy green liquid that smelled like matcha with quivering fingers. “I am s-so sorry so so so so s-sorry.” She said with reverence. “A-are you okay?”

Sasuke froze watching dainty hands meticulously rub huge bunches of paper napkins against him, slowly starting to feel his ire ebb when he took in the strange girls appearance. She had long soft looking blue hair, a milky ivory complexion, an increasing redness to her cheeks and pink chapped lips pulled in a gentle pout... And that damned troublesome word popped into his mind before he could stop it.

Cute.

Sasuke’s eyebrows shot up at the intrusive thought and snapped, “stop,” grabbing her wrists and something twisted in his gut seeing her wince at his grip so he lessened the pressure of his grasp into something resembling gentleness and pushed her hands back as if returning them. “Before you embarrass yourself even more.”

Eloquent eyes pinched with mortification shooting to the ground, he realised that she actually looked like she was about to cry.

Which really should have pissed him off.

But for some reason he couldn’t fathom, it didn’t.

He let go of her wrists like he’d been burned a second time, raising his hands in surrender, “ it’s fine, I’m fine,” and scoffed. “Are you... okay?” He scowled at the stupid question, she’s the one clearly in the wrong but for some reason he couldn’t ignore her current distress.

She buried her face into her hands. “Y-yes. I mean, of course I am.” She said throwing the napkins in the trash. “Sorry. I-I have to go.” And she booked it out the door not even sparing him glance.

Sasuke had to resist the urge to run after her and demand she tell him her name which was a rather concerning sentiment.

And it dawned on him that she never once looked him in the eyes throughout their entire interaction.

Sasuke changes his mind.

She is definitely annoying.

Annoyingly cute.

Fuck.

This isn’t good.

And it doesn’t make any sense! The exchange lasted less than two minutes and there was literally nothing special about this girl but for some reason he couldn’t get her out of his mind and It’s starting to be a fucking problem.

“Why is Sasuke looking at the blueberries like they’ve personally offended him.” Shikamaru drawls, hands stuffed deep in the pockets of his ripped denim jeans reminding Sasuke that he is in fact not alone on this grocery run.

It’s 7 pm on a Friday night and he and Naruto always have people over at their flat for drinks to blow off steam and bitch about the work week. Usually Sasuke would get snacks on his own but Shikamaru showed up early and Naruto asked if he wanted to go on an adventure like it was the most exciting thing and now here they are in the organic fruit section of their local super market.

“Oh, Sasuke’s pining.” Naruto says casually and Sasuke wants to punch him in the throat. Sasuke doesn’t pine, he only casually mentioned the interaction with the weird girl in passing this morning and Naruto hadn’t stopped teasing him since.

“Explain.” Shikamaru inquires with a lazy smirk.

“Sasuke’s pining,” he repeats, picking up a fat orange, throwing it up in the air and catching it, “I know he is because he mentioned some girl who spilled tea on him and he has never brought up an interaction he’s had with a girl with me. Like. Ever.” Well... Hn, Sasuke hadn’t thought about it like that.

“No way.”

“Which obviously means he’s found the one.”

“What else he say about her?”

“Not much, but he’s been doin’ a lot of glaring at a whole lot of nothing. I’m starting to think he’s actually daydreaming.”

“Would you two shut up.” Sasuke grits indignantly, prompting Shikamaru to slap an antagonising hand on his shoulder.

“So what’s it going to be Sasuke; blueberries or no blueberries?”

Naruto slaps a hand on his other shoulder. “That seems to be the question.”

Sasuke frowns and grabs the damn blueberries, throws them in the basket swivelling out of their grip towards the checkout line, attempting to remain indifferent towards the fuckers. He grabs a few bags of chips on the way.

“Did I mention that said mystery girl has blue hair.” Naruto stage whispers and Sasuke scowls when he hears Shikamaru snicker.

~ ~

Twenty minutes later they’re making the short walk back to their apartment after picking up booze, “so do we know who’s coming tonight?” Sasuke asks.

“The usual; Kiba, Choji... Uh... Ino and Sakura.” Naruto kicks a stray rock on the pavement as they pass a streetlight. “Oh yeah! Sakura said she asked some girl from her photography class if she wanted to come, what was her name?”

“Hinata, I think.” Shikamaru adds.

“So that should be cool, we never have new people over.”

“Hn.”

“I just hope she’s cute.”

Sasuke hoped she wasn’t.

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AN2: DUN DUN DUNNNNNN Is that a cliffhanger there? Well huh. I guess that means there’s gonna be more? Really I promise you I wanted to write the whole thing and post it as a longer-shot (Is that a term?) But I also just wanna start writing things and getting it out there so it doesn’t get trapped in my drafts. And It kinda works as a one shot... So hey... Maybe bug me for more? CHAPTER 2 is up.

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Secret Glances - Sasuhina Month 2020 - Day 5

Prequel to my other sasuhina oneshot by the name of ‘Secret Relationship’. I wrote that piece for shmonth2019. This can be read as a standalone too.

Rating: Mature

“It’s stunning, isn’t it?”, Ino commented beside her. They were moving through the wide hallway of Shikamaru and Temari’s swanky new home. With Shikamaru’s job as the youngest partner at a reputed law firm and Temari being a pilates instructor for high profile clients, they had more than enough money to splurge over their high rise condo right in the middle of the city centre. The decor was chic but sensible. All in all, very good!

Hinata nodded and hummed in approval. “I love the charred grey wooden floors.”

Ino raised an eyebrow and teased her, “I swear I would have taken you for an oakwood type of gal… You know, light and pleasant...”

Hinata laughed at her insinuation. But almost everyone would think the same about her as Ino had. That she liked ‘pleasant’. She like ‘reliable’. She liked ‘safe’.

Ironically, as of late, she was behaving nothing like the Hinata they all know. She was being impulsive. She was making questionable decisions. She was being selfish.

And it felt like a heady rush. The thrill of doing the unthinkable. It helped her from drowning in the deep end. It kept her afloat, and it made her feel alive.

They were greeted by sounds of murmurs when the two women entered the open plan living room. Almost everyone of their friends had arrived on time for the housewarming party. It wasn’t an all out bash, considering the recent loss of one of their own friends. But this was a step towards moving on, because Neji would have wanted that.

Everyone waved and greeted the two latecomers. Hinata was pulled into a bear hug by Kiba and Shino.

Temari came over to hug and chide them at the same time. “Where were you two?!!... You should’ve been here more than an hour ago!!”

Ino raised both her hands to explain, “Not my fault.” Pointing at Hinata, she added, “This one here picked me up late. I was almost about to call a cab. If Sai was not out of the city, I would have been the first one here.”

Hinata pouted and side eyed at Ino, “I said I was sorry Ino.”

Temari rolled her eyes at them. “Fine, fine. Better late than never. Come on in. What drinks can I get you?”

Ino chose vodka, while Hinata decided on some lemonade. She had to drive, after all.

Hinata was admiring the elegant chandelier when her phone pinged to signal an incoming text.

-‘I see you.’

She looked up from her phone to glance around the crowd and found the sender of the text lounging in the dimly lit corner of the room.

Sasuke sat together with Naruto and Shikamaru, his phone and a scotch in his hands and his eyes fixated on her. His hair was slightly damp and brushed back, while he sported a different set of clothes than a few hours back.

She noticed how his eyes trailed down the length of her well fitted but modestly designed blue dress. There was nothing scandalous about her attire, but his gaze held a heat that made her feel shamefully bare.

She turned away from him and gravitated towards her group of girl friends. She had to avoid him, or their sordid secret would be out, since she was not very good at pretending.

Some of them sat on the high bar stools near the breakfast counter, but she preferred to stand with her glass of lemonade. Her lady parts were still a little sore from that afternoon, and the long drive to Ino’s and then Temari’s did not help either.

Conversation flew easily between them, and Hinata found it slightly easier to resist the urge to look for the pair of intense dark eyes. Before long, the topic of discussion turned to her.

“But seriously, I had never seen Hinata run behind schedule before today. Remember that time in ninth grade when she burst into tears just because she was a little late to school.”

Hinata smiled into her glass but stayed quiet.

Sakura sighed and nodded, “Those were good times. Everything was so much simpler then. There was no pressure, no expectations. You lived, you loved, and that was pretty much it.”

Everyone nodded in agreement. Hinata’s phone pinged again loudly, and the girls looked in her direction. She mentally berated herself for not putting her phone on silent mode, because now she had a group of very perceptive women looking at her.

“Won’t you check that?”, Tenten asked her.

She shook her head to dismiss it when the phone beeped again.

“Sounds like someone is trying to get your attention…”, Ino teased her.

Hinata blushed uneasily and looked away. “It’s just a friend.”

“A friend won’t make you grow ten shades redder.”, Temari commented with a sly smirk.

“Come on, tell us… Is it someone from work?”, this time it was Sakura that asked her. Hinata looked at the green eyed beauty and felt a solid pang of guilt course through her. After all, she was cheating on her friend of many years. Sakura and her were never the closest of friends. But they were part of the same group, so in essence she was being disloyal to her.

And you can never stop with just one lie.

“You guys are reading too much into it-“, she said dismissively. She took out her phone to read the message just to show them that it was nothing to fuss about.

But it actually was.

-‘Are you avoiding me? Won’t you come say hello?’-

-‘I like this dress on you. Can’t wait to see you out of it.’-

Hinata read the two texts and put the phone back in her leather clutch bag. She could reply later.

“You know… You’ve changed a lot.”, Sakura said to her.

“I think we have all changed Sakura.”, she conceded thoughtfully.

“But you seem so secretive nowadays… It’s like you don’t share anything with us… Ever since Neji’s-“, Sakura was interrupted by Ino’s elbow nudging into her side.

Hinata became stiff with sorrow and dread. Because Sakura was telling the truth. She had changed a lot since Neji’s death. And apparently, she had caught on to it.

Tenten nodded her head and lay a hand on Hinata’s shoulder. “We’re not trying to push you to feel a certain way… This is not an intervention… It’s still too early for that… But try to keep in touch with us through calls and texts… You have become so quiet on our group chat… You don’t pick up our calls very often… It’s like now we’ve got two Sasukes instead of just the one.”, she tried to joke about it. Everyone laughed at the joke. But she was too shocked by the comparison to join in.

She knew what they were talking about. She had seen Tenten’s missed calls late last night, but she was too tired to call her back after Sasuke was done with her. And earlier that day, Ino had left a voicemail because Hinata was indisposed to pick up her call.

Thankfully, Naruto came over to say hello to her before inviting them all over to where the guys were.

“If you ladies are all done with your gossip, can we all please hang out together…”, he said with mock exasperation.

“Oh please, men gossip just as much as women…”, Ino rolled her eyes but followed after him. “You just like to pretend like you don’t…. I’ve got receipts to prove it…”

Naruto bickered with Ino, while they joined the men. Hinata took the corner of the large L shaped sofa, with Tenten right beside her. Her eyes caught Sasuke’s as he sat almost exactly opposite to her on the ottoman bench. He had the faintest of smirk on his face, that messed with her brain and good sense.

She couldn’t stand to latch on to his stare for more than a second, she had to look away. But involuntarily, her eyes slid back at him again. Their secretive glances were bound to get caught by someone, she feared.

“I hope you didn’t mind what I said earlier Hinata.”, Tenten spoke as everyone was settling in.

“No… Ofcourse not… I know that you all care for me.”, Hinata replied with an understanding smile.

“We do.. We all really do…”, Tenten agreed with her. “In fact, I think it got some of us closer than before.”

Hinata nodded but did not comment. She knew Rock Lee had stood firmly by Tenten when she was heartbroken by Neji’s tragic accident. Tenten always had a soft spot for her cousin, even if it never developed into anything more than friendship. She had needed someone too. No doubt, her family and friends were all there for her. But only one of them was able to quell the sense of utter hopelessness that plagued her at times. It had all started when her self worth had hit a new low and she lay awake at night blaming herself, cursing her very existence. Sasuke had saved her from that depressing train of thoughts. In probably the most primal and questionable way, he had kept her distracted. Because when they came together, they were nothing more than animals in heat. It was lewd, it was vulgar. But it got her out of her slump. And she desperately hoped that some day, she would have the strength to stop relying on him.

“Like seriously, it was so unexpected to see someone as cold and temperamental as Sasuke become so close to you.”, Tenten remarked casually.

Hinata had to physically restrain herself from reacting to her observation. They knew that the two had become closer and they concluded it to Sasuke’s empathy for her, as he had lost his own cousin a few years back too.

She hummed noncommittally and turned to listen to what Naruto was saying. The rest of the evening was all fun, chatter, great food and booze. A few of them like Sakura, Kiba and Lee had to work the next day, so they decided to end their party before midnight.

Ino was already wobbling on her feet, as they headed to the door.

Sasuke called out to Ino, “Don’t you think you have had a little too much to drink?”

“Ohhh, what is this?... Uchiha Sasuke is worrying about me??!... Are you regretting turning me down all those years back? Hmmmm???... Well, it’s a little too late now darling.. I’ve moved on to green pastures…”, Ino replied with a mild slur.

Shikamaru, who was standing near them had overheard the conversation, and grew a little concerned.

“Ino, will you be okay going back home in this condition?”

“Ah, don’t worry Shika… I’m not nearly as drunk Sasuke thinks…And anyway, Hinata is taking me home… She’ll take good care of me… Right, Hinata?”

Hinata nodded instantly. “I’ll see her to her apartment Shikamaru.”

“Or… She could just stay the night here. I mean, we have bedrooms to spare. She can be our first overnight guest.”

“It’s no problem for me to drive her home. You must be tired already.”, Hinata offered again.

“Oh don’t be silly… It’s fine… Besides, you might have trouble carrying her up the flight of stairs if she drifts off to sleep… That’s it… It’s decided… Ino can spend the night here.”

“But-”, Hinata interjected at the sudden change of plans. She looked over at Sasuke who was trying his best to hide his wicked smile. She realised that he had planned for this to happen.

“Okay!!... I agree to staying over...”, Ino clapped her hands together, and added slyly to Temari. “But only if you promise not to f*ck each other in the next room.”

Drunk Ino had zero filter. Shikamaru looked red in the face, but Temari was a tough cookie to embarrass.

She laughed and replied sarcastically, “Don’t worry… We will try our best to keep our hands off each other for one night, however difficult it will be.”

Hinata parked her car and got out to see Sasuke leaning against his near her block of apartment.

“Took you long.”, Sasuke commented.

“I had to stopover for a fuel refill.”, Hinata said honestly. “I wasn’t expecting you here.”

Sasuke pulled her closer and murmured, “Why not? I didn’t get rid of Ino for nothing.”

Hinata frowned at him, but her cheeks felt hotter from his attention. “That wasn’t a nice thing to do…And I’m… I’m actually a little… sore...”

That revelation did not dampen his smirk. “I thought as much… You were wiggling too much in your seat…”

Hinata pulled away and folded her arms. “Then why are you here?”

“To take you for a late night drive.”

Hinata could not stop the smile that spread on her face. In that moment, all the guilt, all the shame was wiped away. It was only him and her.

Wordlessly, she walked around his black convertible and opened the door to slide in.

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SasuHina Month 2020- Day 11

Prompt- Ruby red wine stained her lips.

Hello everyone a bit of a “Mature Warning” I guess, it is a bit of a smut. This is the first time I’ve ever written something like this and I feel a bit weird about it. Tbh I don’t even know how I got to this story in the first place, I started writing for the ‘horror’ prompt but here we are. Either way I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think about this way of writing…Love and kisses ~Dia

“What do you say my love?” Sasuke asked her as he poured himself and her a glass of wine. It was late into the night, but that was their favorite hour.

“Hmm I’m not sure. It doesn’t sound all that entertaining” Hinata replied as she gracefully accepted the glass from her husband. She took a sip and licked her lips. The wine was getting better and better every night, Sasuke had been right it was indeed an acquired taste, just like their life.

Sasuke smirked at her and took his own sip. “We can always make it more fun love. Nowhere in the rules does it say we can’t intervene.” He said

Hinata frowned. “Rules?” were there rules? She hadn’t heard of such thing.

“We make the rules my love. Whatever you want to do, you can.” He smiled darkly at her and got up from the armchair that he was sitting on across the coffee table from her and sat himself onto the sofa right next to her. “Plus, I’d like to see anyone try and tell you that you can’t do something.” He took her glass and placed it and his on the table. With sure hands he pulled her into his lap. “I’m curios how my little dove would react if someone tried to cage her” He whispered against her lips.

His suit was soft and velvety under her fingers and naked legs. She was only wearing a short silk white night gown. Sasuke’s hands were under the material and on her sensitive skin of her back. His eyes ruby red just like the wine. “What would you do little one?”

She wasn’t sure what he wanted her to say. Sasuke was trying to teach her the ways of his world without actually giving her any answers; he only asked her questions like this and she’d have to guess until she got the right answer. For every right answer there was a reward, how she wanted a reward. Sasuke was an expert in using his body to make her feel ecstasy. He was addicting and she was already too deep into it to ever give him up. His warm hands were caressing her stomach and up to her breasts. She couldn’t remember what the question was, she just wanted him to move up and touch her but he didn’t. “Answer the question Hinata” his voice was soft but still commanding.

She had to blink a few times in order to focus, Sasuke smirked at her, he knew what he was doing, how he was affecting her. “I’d ignore them and do as I please. Then I’d come to you and point my finger at them, you’d do the rest for me, wouldn’t you?” His smirk turned int a smile, his teeth were white and perfect.

“You are correct little dove. I shall eliminate anyone that looks at you wrong, anyone that hinders your pleasure. When I’m done with this world it will belong to you” Sasuke would promise her things like this; she had been promised many things by other men before him but they never followed through, but Sasuke…he did. There was no doubt in her mind that she would indeed own everything. He promised her a life of luxury and he delivered, he promised her more love than she would know what to do with and his eyes proved that she had that, he promised her that he would harm anyone that harmed her only to burn down the house that she grew up in with everyone inside.

She ran her nails over his nape. “I answered correctly. Do I get a reward?” She could barely keep her eyes open just imagining the things Sasuke could do.

“Of course, you do, you get whatever you want. We just established that” He smiled at her and took his hands out of her silk dress and instead pulled it over her head. They were in the living room but it was the middle of the night and nobody would dare interrupt them. “Get up love” She did as he asked and got up from his lap and he too got up. He turned her around and set her on the sofa and kneeled before her. He didn’t even touch her and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. The anticipation was making everything more intense.

Sasuke’s skillful fingers pulled down her lace underwear leaving her completely naked. He took one of her feet on his hand and placed a kiss on her ankle and moved up slowly. When he reached her inner tight the kisses turned from soft to rougher, he sucked and bit her softly before running his tongue over the spot. He left hundreds of hickies on her tight before moving to the other one and paying just as much attention to it before slowly going don her leg to her ankle. Once he got there instead of finally moving to where Hinata wanted wanted him to go, he got up and set himself on the sofa next to her once again. He took their glasses and gave Hinata hers. The girl was still necked and turned on more than ever before.

Sasuke was playing with her and she new that. He was pushing her to see just what she would do. They drank in silence their wine; Sasuke filled his glass twice and hers once before the bottle emptied. She had only one more sip from the red liquid; Sasuke’s eyes had been on her all along. She smiled nicely and as innocently as she could batted her eyelashed before putting the glass to her lips and tilting the glass but her mouth was only half open, half of the wine ran down her lips and skin and staining them. The wine ran down her chin onto her breasts and even further down. She put the empty glass on the table and started wiping the liquid from her stomach.

“This wine must have been stronger than I expected. I made a mess.” She told Sasuke and licked the wine from her lips and fingers.

“Indeed, you’ve been careless. You still have some over here” He said and pointed with his glass to her collarbone, a few drops from his own glass spilled onto her skin but Sasuke moved closer and licked them away. The Uchiha looked at his clock and drained the rest of his glass.

“Enough playing. Let’s go to our room Hinata” He said getting up and extending his hand to her. Hinata had no objections and followed him through the whole mansion naked. Their room was dark but Sasuke didn’t bother turn on the lights. He started taking off his suit as Hinata moved to the bed and laid herself onto the black sheets, legs wide open waiting for Sasuke. After finally finishing undressing himself, Sasuke looked up at her and smirked upon seeing her obediently waiting for him.

He climbed over her and kissed her neck, some patches of skin were still covered in wine and tasted like it but then the others tasted just like Hinata, it was an intoxicating combination. “How about I give you that reward now?” Sasuke said and rolled onto his back; his hands folded under his head. “Why don’t you take the initiative and do whatever you please Hinata?”

She didn’t waste any time; it didn’t matter what or how they did it, it always felt amazing because it was him. Being with someone you loved just made everything so much better. Of course, Sasuke knew exactly how and what to do, he learned everything about her body from her reactions and could play her like a violin; even when she was on top, she was never really in charge; it was always him that controlled everything and everything he did was perfect. In the beginning he would tease her by making her walk him thought whatever she wanted done. He would only move when she told him to and how she told him to. Now Hinata didn’t even have to say a word and he knew exactly how to make her fly high.

She moved over him and straddled his lap. Before doing anything, she lowered her head to kiss him. “You taste like wine” he whispered against her lips. He did too, but he tasted better than the wine. “Move love.” He urged her and she did just as he told her. His strong hands were under her butt allowing her to move however she wanted but yet somehow still guiding and being in charged. Her tights were a bit tender from all the hickies he left before but the twinge of pain only made everything better. She finally lowered herself fully over him.

“I love you” she said and braced herself onto his chest. Sitting like that, over him, with him inside her, his strong heartbeat under her hand, everything was perfect. She stood still and just enjoyed the sensation but Sasuke only allowed her a few moments like that before raising her up and lowering back down fast. The sudden movement hit all the best places. She let herself go and placed herself into his hands to do as he pleased. He promised to always take care of her and just like everything else, he delivered on that promise as well.

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