#and the whole time the clan members are asking questions about them both
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my brain came up with a scenario where Ellana and Sols run into a dalish clan who, after their whole ‘holy shit it’s the inquisitor and fen’harel’ shock, immediately clock how stupidly in love they are and quickly throw together a bonding ceremony for them because they also clocked that neither of these dumbasses is ever going to properly propose so somebody’s gotta help them out
idk if it’ll end up being a canon thing but it is very cute
#decided that - in this clan at least - one of the things that happen is the other clan members help bathe and dress the couple#so Ellana and Solas get separated and dragged into rivers/lakes/whatever#and they kinda just think this clan is politely telling them they stink#which isn’t false it’s just not the main purpose#and the whole time the clan members are asking questions about them both#getting to the heart of their relationship and whether they’re actually a good fit#then they get new clothes - just simple white shifts really#again a thing easily mistaken for ‘they’re being nice about how gross we are from traveling’#except Ellana gets her hair done with a bunch of flowers woven into small decorative braids#and hey why is the whole clan here and why is the Harhen dressed up and /oh/#at this point they would have already exchanged bonding gifts ‘cause that’s a whole plot thing I have planned#and I don’t really have the dalish do rings#maybe this clan does a hand fasting#regardless it’s cute and they get bonded and they’re a bit ridiculous for the rest of the night#and once you’ve seen the dreadwolf giddily in love you can’t really be scared of him#which means he’s got kids hanging onto him until they leave the clan#then she put pen to paper
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bihan with a super girly gf who has a decked out pink room covered inn stuffed ajimals and clothes
𝐁𝐈-𝐇𝐀𝐍 + 𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄! 𝐒/𝐎
cw: fem reader, hyper fem reader/girly girl reader, i hope bi han isnt too ooc, established relationship, loss of virginity, piv sex, corruption kink, oral (m and f receiving), praise kink, degradation kink, reader is a lil cock drunk, mdni pls :)
wc: i typed this up on tumblr and not docs so idkkk T^T
a/n: this is crazy because i had thoughts about this sort of trope with bi-han omg.... i've done this in a headcanon format with both sfw and nsfw, enjoy and ty nonnie! ALSO TYSM FOR 300 FOLLOWERS🫶🏾💗
SFW
grumpy anger issues bf x hyper girly-girl gf
everyone around the two of you questioned what brought you guys together
'opposites attract' is indeed true
when he first seen you, bi-han was taken back at how much you stood out
you were dressed head-to-toe in pink... it was somewhat strange to him, but with the way his eyes couldn't peel away from your figure, he knew was interested in you
once he starts to interact with you, he finds your personality oddly endearing
you were so passionate about whatever was on your mind and he was fond of that
watching and listening to the way you rambled on and on about how many squishmallow's you've collected and how much more you're missing was surprisingly intriguing
seeing the way your eyes lit up the more you talked about collecting these bizarre 'stuffed creatures', as he called it, threatened to melt his supposedly iced heart... just a little bit
when the two of you start dating, things get interesting
bi-han has been to your place quite a few times now, and the decor of your room makes him feel out of place every single time
seeing your room covered in pink with all your stuffed animals, pink frilly clothes and makeup...
it just matched you so perfectly, and he was the complete opposite...
he also has some nicknames for you that include: doll, love, flower, snowflake, and one that he uses due to your own request; princess
having to introduce you to the lin kuei was quite eventful
he was grateful to know you didn't get scared and run off once learning his profession, making him proud to have you by his side
once meeting you, bi-han started taking off more time from his duties, which only started to spread rumors of the grandmaster potentially dating somebody
if anyone dared to intrude his privacy and ask about why he's been so much more absent than usual, he'd snap and tell them it doesn't concern anybody except himself
so once the clan seen bi-han walking side-by-side with you, showing you around for the first time, everyone couldn't take their eyes away from you two
the way you were all dolled up in a pink frilly dress that matched your heels and thigh high socks while clinging to bi-han's arm so lovingly with a beaming smile was baffling to all the clan members, especially his brothers
(just imagine kuai liang playfully nudging tomas and telling him 'i told you, he was definitely seeing someone this whole time')
bi-han cared deeply for you and everyone was able to tell
everybody found out about the grandmaster commissioning a separate room for you to have customized however you'd like because you didn't enjoy how 'dark and sad' the blue and black tones of the lin kuei and bi-han's room were
he even went to the extent of getting custom made gowns and robes for you to wear around the lin kuei that were in whatever shades of pink you wanted
he loved the confidence you had and how much you didn't care about sticking out like a sore thumb
it's exactly what he needs in a partner by his side
overall, bi-han will always treat you like the princess you are <3
NSFW
bi-han was your first ever intimate partner, and him taking your virginity made you feel so much more connected to him than you already were
knowing this also swelled the love bi-han already had for you
it made him feel like you truly belonged to him. only him.
your body drove him wild, and your sounds felt like they casted a spell upon him
the first few times you two were intimate, he would attempt to be softer so that you could enjoy yourself
"bi-hannn, it f-feels so- haah, good..." your eyes were watery with tears and your glossy lips were left in an 'o' shape
he was above you, pinning your legs back and thrusting into you at a moderate pace
"you’re doing amazing, my little snowflake, making me so proud…" his praise made your heart flutter as he guided and helped you while taking in all of his length
his eyes were trailing back and forth between your erotic facial expressions and your beautiful breasts that rocked perfectly with each of his thrusts
your arms were stretched above as you grabbed onto one of your teddy bears behind you for support
the grip you had on the stuffed animal was harsh as you bit your lip, trying to quiet down in case one of your neighbors heard you..
every time he would take you like this at your place, you were always mindful of the neighbors, which he hated
but fortunately for him, once you moved in at the lin kuei, you were far more used to having sex with bi-han and he made sure you knew that you had full permission to be as loud as you wanted
living with the lin kuei meant that you were with almost with bi-han at all times, which severely benefited your sex life
gone were the days when you would be too shy to show your naked body to bi-han or even make noises
bi-han made sure to craft you into his perfect little fuckdoll
he trained you and your body so well, you knew how to properly obey and take him whenever he pleased
being able to fuck you at his usual rough pace was all that bi-han ever wanted, and you couldn’t get enough of it either
your baby-pink panties were pushed to the side as bi-han aggressively railed you from behind
"f-fuuuck! please don’t s-stop!" your voice was slurred and your mouth was hung open— unable to prevent your drool from soaking bi-han’s mattress
he loved when you got like this, so fucked out by him
just seeing the way you clearly had no coherent thoughts running through your mind— only the thought of his cock clouded your head
bi-han snickers, "who would’ve thought that my precious princess would turn out to be such a whore?"
on occasion he would still praise you like he used to
but he would often degrade you and talk with such vulgar language without you shying away anymore
introducing you to such an enjoyable sex life also involved you building up your own sex drive
after finishing daily duties, there have been times when bi-han has walked into his room and found you in the middle of his bed, grinding your aroused pussy on one of your stuffed animals
knowing that you had planned for him to see you made bi-han surge with excitement down under
despite all of that, bi-han can still praise you and treat you like the princess you are, similar to how he did when you were still inexperienced
if you tell him you’re in the mood to get down and dirty—gently, not rough— he would oblige
he would still call you his good girl while eating you out
you’d be leaned back on your pink sheets, basking in the warmth of your mattress but also the coldness of bi-han’s tongue assaulting your pussy
the same situation usually happens in reverse as well
if bi-han’s in the mood, you’d gladly let him fuck your face for his own pleasure
the obedience you had for him brought him so much pleasure
not to mention the influence he’s had on you—
his cute, innocent snowflake who could barely take in any of his cock without gagging and coughing, was now easily allowing her face to be fucked at whatever pace he desired
seeing your dolled up face get ruined turned him on even more
the way your tears were stained with black from your mascara and running down your cheeks, and how your sparkly pink lip gloss was smudged all over his cock and your face
even knowing how you would beg and drink up his cum made him feel so proud
he still couldn’t get over how well he trained you…
bi-han was also smart and knew how to keep a perfect balance of praise and degradation for you
he’d watch you from above as he stroked his hard cock in front of your face
your doe eyes looked up at him with your tongue sticking out, panting and whining, just begging for something to be in your mouth
bi-han would take his free hand and lightly tap your cheek before forcing his thumb into your mouth, which you gladly sucked on
"such a beautiful little slut, you know just how to please me, fuck.."
guys i think he might have a corruption kink idk tho >_< !!
#bi han#bi han x reader#bi han smut#mortal kombat#mortal kombat x reader#mortal kombat smut#sub zero#sub zero x reader#sub zero smut
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Hiii tyyy and same I love Gojo and geto as well 😭 can I request for either one or both I don’t mind, where they find out reader did something bad or like a maid maybe snitched on reader about sneaking out, so they punish her harshly, but later find out that reader didn’t really do it? And she was being good the whole time and basically got punished for nothing, what would their reactions be? 😩😩 ty sm you can ignore this if you don’t want to write it or something, I read your rules so I hope it’s all okay, ily your work I hope you eat and drink and sleep well <333
Welcome to the Yakuza
Mafia AU Yan!Suguru Geto x Fem!Reader x Yan!Satoru Gojo (Yan!SatoSugu)
Warnings: NSFW (nothing sexual), dark yandere themes, punishments, spanking (with a belt), hair pulling, implied kidnapping, sex implied (nothing sexual actually happens), murder (explicit), character betrayal, 18+ characters
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Note: Thank you so much for the request, Adventurer! I hope you don’t mind the Mafia AU. I just thought it fit better. 🖤🤘
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When you were snatched and thrusted into this world without knowing what world you were even being thrown into, you were warned multiple times about the top of the clan, and the men who picked you for the tedious job of serving just so happened to be some of the highest ranking members of the Yakuza.
You were supposed to work as a servant girl at first. Standing there and looking pretty while everyone sat at the table and ate dinner. You were just supposed to be eye candy with a small purpose. The maids loved having you around, someone to gossip and chat with, someone to tease in a sisterly way. There aren’t many girls who are picked to work for the Yakuza. Only a handful of girls work as maids, and there’s only one position for a servant girl.
You were the shiny new toy to play with for the other girls…unfortunately, you caught none other than Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto’s eyes, and even they outrank the people who picked you for your current position. And with the snap of his majestic fingers, you were shoved through the doors of a new life.
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(Weeks later)
Now that you belong to the highest ranking members of the Yakuza, the two men nobody would ever dare to cross, you sit on your bed and chew nervously on the nail of your thumb.
Geto and Gojo walk into the bedroom, Gojo closing the door behind him. The duo is dressed sharply in black suits, and you straighten up your posture upon their intimidating presence.
“So…do you have an answer yet?” Suguru asks.
You’re still confused. You’ve been thinking about it ever since you were sent to your bedroom by Geto because you couldn’t answer his question.
“My answer is still the same. I didn’t leave.”
“Do you hear that, Satoru? She didn’t leave.”
“Well, maybe, we’ll just have to punish the truth out of her,” Gojo responds this time as he walks closer to you.
“No! No, I don’t need to be punished! I swear, I’m telling the truth!”
“Then, tell us why Maki showed us a pair of your shoes with mud all over them. If you didn’t go out yesterday, then why are your boots so dirty?”
Maki, one of the maids you were friends with, one of the girls who you actually enjoyed talking with more than a few times a day…she did something like that to you? You thought she was your friend, a good friend at that!
“I…I don’t know how they got muddy, but I swear, I didn’t leave! I would never go outside without your permission. I know I’m not allowed. I know the consequences. Please, I promise!”
Disappointment crosses the features of both men, however, Geto looks slightly agitated as well because he can’t get you to be honest.
It’s Gojo that doesn’t have any trouble following through. If you won’t be candid with your answer, then he’ll just have to make you.
His hands reach for the buckle of his belt. You hear it clink and jingle as he unfastens the leather strap around his waist. Your breath catches in your throat as you watch his preferred implement pull through the loops of his black pants.
Folding it in half, he snaps it to get your attention. He looks down at you with those celestial orbs, a captivating and surreal blue that you could never imagine would belong to a man with such vicious intent.
“Satoru…I didn’t, I swear,” it’s a small whisper. You hope that he can hear it.
“How did your shoes get muddy, then? Just tell us.”
“I don’t know!” Frustration, desperation, it all comes tumbling out of your mouth, and as soon as it does, you’re crying hoarsely with Geto’s hands on you.
He forces you to turn over on your stomach, holding you down because he knows you won’t stay put if he doesn’t. The dark haired man is bigger than you, stronger, fiercer. When he sets his mind to something, he sees through until the very end.
Your punishment was already decided before they even walked in here. You stood no chance. Your choice was either to be truthful and take an easier spanking or try and weasel your way out by lying and taking a more severe whipping.
Whipping it is.
You cry out, pounding your fists against the mattress. “I didn’t do anything! I didn’t! I swear on my life!”
Geto hushes you, curling his fingers underneath the short hem of your dress and pulling it up to your back. His palm brushes the soft swell of your ass, giving a gentle squeeze just before tugging down your panties. He has the pleasure of watching both your facial features twist in pain as well as seeing your bottom jiggle with each strike of the belt.
Satoru doesn’t make any type of expression. He keeps on a mask of neutrality with every lash he gives you. Though he is tough in nature, you bring out a soft spot in his heart. He finds no joy in this, none whatsoever. He’s only doing this because he has to, and he is going to drive this lesson through your brain because he absolutely hates hurting his precious gem like this.
They both feel as though you deserve it, and whereas Satoru doesn’t exactly like putting you through so much pain, a part of him does feel a sense of satisfaction in making you pay for disobeying and lying.
You clutch the silk sheets in your fists, screaming at the top of your lungs as the leather whips the crest of your butt. You squeeze your red and watery eyes shut as you kick your feet from the agonizing sting building up.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
“What are you sorry for?” Suguru asks as he grips your hair at the crown of your head and pulls it back. “Are you sorry for sneaking out and trying to lie about it?”
At this point, you’ll say anything to make it stop…even if it means swallowing your pride and admitting to something you didn’t do.
“Yes, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry for disobeying and lying! I won’t do it again!”
It’s not fair, but it doesn’t have to be. These are two men who get whatever they want whenever they want it. As much as it hurts your heart that they don’t believe you, there isn’t much you can do about it.
Ten strokes of the belt go by, and Satoru throws it down on the bed. He stands there, looking down at you and Suguru.
Geto finally releases your hair, and you drop your head back down to the mattress out of exhaustion and misery.
“Do you understand what happens now when you lie and go against our rules? You put your safety at risk by going out there!” The white haired man scolds.
You sob into the mattress, nodding your head along to his lecture while Suguru rubs your back in an attempt to calm you down.
When you can finally take in deep breaths without your lungs rattling and shaking, Geto speaks for both himself and Gojo, “Now…you’ve really displeased us tonight. How do you plan to make it up to us?”
“I’ll serve you both well.”
“Yes, I’m sure you will.”
You look up at both of them as they start removing their shirts.
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(Four days later)
It’s raining in Japan, but Suguru has to go out and attend to some business. It’s unavoidable. He’s been putting it off for a while now, and he just can’t keep pushing back this meeting anymore. Sighing as he readies his umbrella, he puts his leather gloves on and walks through the garden.
As he checks his phone, his black dress shoe bumps into something, and he is forced to take a step back. He looks down and sees a young maid on the small pathway of the garden. She’s kneeling, and…appears to be rubbing mud on your shoes.
“Maki…what…what are you doing with Y/N’s boots?”
Never in a million years could he have imagined this. Maki was always such a loyal and dedicated worker. As he puts two and two together, he can’t help but deem this act unforgivable. No, her fate has already been decided. No matter what she says, she won’t be able to worm her way out of this.
Maki notices the realization pass over Suguru’s features. She knows there’s no use lying.
Gritting her teeth, the green haired maid stands up, leaving your boots in the mud.
“She was new…here for…what? A month? I’ve been here for two years.” Tears begin welling up in her eyes. “Why? Why did you choose her over me? Mr. Geto, please, tell me!”
“Am I supposed to feel sorry for you? You clean toilets, vomit, and blood for a living. That’s your job. It doesn’t matter to me how long you worked here. You’re not interesting to me. You’re…plain and boring.”
Maki clenches her fists in anger and growls in frustration. “But she-“
“Y/N wasn’t just good at her job and diligent, she stood out, and she obviously did a better job than you if she managed to catch Gojo’s attention as a serving girl. And if I recall, you were supposed to be friends with her. So you did all of this out of petty jealousy? Well, Ms. Zen’in, it seems as though I punished the wrong person, and you have some atoning to do.”
Disregarding his umbrella in the garden, he grabs Maki by the scruff of her collar and drags her inside. Her fitting uniform clinging to her curves as Suguru pushes the doors of Gojo’s office open and shoving her inside so roughly that she falls on her hands and knees.
You just happen to be in there as well, kneeling by Gojo’s feet so that he can absentmindedly pet your head.
He looks up past his sunglasses, giving his partner in crime a curious glance. “What’s the maid doing here?”
“She lied about Y/N.”
Satoru’s eyes go wide, his brows raising as he sits up in his chair.
Maki has the decency to stay in a kneeling position, though she can’t help but glare at you with malice churning in her heart, rage roiling in her stomach. She full heartedly believes she deserves to be kneeling at Gojo’s feet right now. It should be her in Suguru’s bed. It should be her wearing the most expensive dresses and jewelry the two highest ranking Yakuza men can offer. She deserves it more than you.
“What happened? Did she say something?” Satoru can’t help but ask.
“I found her spreading mud on Y/N’s shoes in the garden when I was on my way to a meeting.”
His heavenly eyes fall on you, that rich blue sparkling and shining like a galaxy bores into you. He puts a hand on your shoulder, turning your attention to him.
“You really were telling the truth yesterday?”
All you can manage is a small nod, not really trusting your voice with how everyone in the room is looking at you, especially Maki.
Gojo picks you up under your arms and sits you on his lap, careful to set your bottom between his thighs so as not to put pressure on your rear. He hugs you closely and apologizes profusely, never having experienced such guilt before.
And Geto…Geto feels guilt as well, but it comes out in the form of anger. He kicks Maki in the stomach right in front of you and pulls out his gun, pointing it straight at Maki’s head.
“I believe I told you that you have some atoning to do, Ms. Zen’in. You should really start apologizing.”
He cocks the magazine and walks over to the maid, making sure the barrel of the gun nuzzles nicely against her green hair.
You watch as her expression of bitter hatred is instantaneously replaced with one of trepidation.
“Mr. Geto, M-Mr. Gojo, I am so sorry for my behavior. I promise, it won’t ever happen again. Please, please, don’t kill me!”
Tears rise, spilling over the bottoms of her lashes. All you can do is watch with a similar expression of horror as your lips part, your eyes never once blinking as your mind rapidly tries to process the events before you.
Maki on her hands and knees. Maki with a gun to her head. Geto standing behind her. Geto holding the gun to her head. She’s begging, you’re silently begging for nothing to happen.
Please, please, God, let everything go back to normal. Please, let me wake up from this sick nightmare!
“You betrayed us, betrayed Y/N, in one of the worst ways possible. You’re really asking for mercy from us before even apologizing to her?”
Her golden eyes shift up to look at you, and you can sense her hesitation. All she has to do is apologize, and her life will be spared. She’ll be okay if she just says “I’m sorry”.
“Maki…please…just do what he wants-“
Gojo immediately quiets you, telling you to be silent, ordering you to just watch.
“Well, Ms. Zen’in?” Suguru asks as he presses the gun further against the back of her head.
“I’m sorry…I’m sorry for trying to destroy your relationship with Mr. Gojo and Mr. Geto, Y/N.”
“That’s Ms. L/N to you right now, Ms. Zen’in,” comes the cold reply of the steely man right behind Maki. “And very good, you apologized. All is well now.”
Maki sighs in relief. You hear it, you see it. A shot in the room rings out, and Maki never expected it. Your fingers cling to Gojo’s arm, and you can hear screaming in the room only to realize moments later that it’s your own shrill voice.
Her golden eyes, wide and lifeless. The blood, like a river of crimson. It’s burned into your psyche, ingrained in there forever.
You’ve never witnessed death before, especially not the death of someone you had once considered a friend. You thought everything would be okay if she just apologized, you thought she would live! Why did you think these two ruthless Yakuza men would let her live after what she did to you?
“Why?! Why did you do that?!”
You can’t help but try to squirm off of Gojo’s lap as he holds you closely.
Suguru uses a cloth to clean the blood spatter and brain matter off of his black gun. He cocks an eyebrow at you.
“Oh, poor thing. I forgot, you’re not used to seeing things like this. Anyway, I thought it would be better if you witnessed her punishment. It was only fair after what she did to you.”
“Should’ve whipped her first before killing the bitch,” Gojo mutters as he tries to comfort you, hugging you to his chest so that you can’t wriggle away from him.
That only makes you feel even more uncomfortable. It makes you panic even more. What the actual fuck is wrong with these two?
“Good idea. I’ll keep that in mind if something like this ever happens again.”
That…is extremely unsettling.
You hide your face in Gojo’s chest, trying to no longer look at the corpse splayed on the floor with a bullet in her head. You clutch the lapels of his suit, feeling like you’re about to start dry heaving. Tears profusely dribble down your cheeks as you sob.
Suguru finally puts his gun away in his holster. Walking over to you, he puts a hand on your shoulder, trying to get you to look up at him.
“Everything’s going to be okay now. I’m so sorry I didn’t believe you. Come on. Let’s get out of here so we can take care of you.”
Gojo nods and brushes my hair out of my face as I keep my face hidden against him. “That sounds like a good idea. Why don’t you close your eyes? I’ll tell you when to open them.”
He stands up and leaves with Geto. Despite his warning, you can’t help but peek over his shoulder, your eyes linger on your dead friend until the door shuts, blocking your teary-eyed view of her completely.
This is what things are going to be like now. Welcome to your new life in the Yakuza.
#yandere#triggering content#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere x y/n#triggering themes#yandere x darling#yandere themes#yandere jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen#yandere satosugu#yandere satoru gojo#yandere suguru geto
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Jungkook:
𝐄𝐯𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Intro
Every year, he joins the old tradition of traveling, where his ancestors have once ruled the skies. Every year, he meets familiar faces and new ones he's never seen before. Every year, he watches how his brothers find their mates, build their families, and introduce new generations to stories as old as time. But this year, something might be different. This year, there's you - a treasure worth more than he could ever offer.
Tags/Warnings: Dragon!Jungkook, strangers to lovers/mates, mentions of folklore and traditions, modern fantasy, romance, human?Reader, Fluff, Courting, MC kinda wary of kook at first, but he's cute give him a chance pls
Length: ~2k
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"Look at you! All the new color suits you well!" Seokjin laughs, commenting on Jungkook's tattoos which had been changing over the course of the year since he's seen his friends last festival. The younger dragon simply shrugs, though he can't help but stand a bit more proudly at the comment, considering that his body ink is a visual representation of his identity within the Clan up to this point.
It's all part of the tradition after all; as soon as a dragonkin turns 21 years old, they're considered an adult, officially on their own and ready to build their own families and futures, and while not all do it, he likes to wear his identity openly like this.
Even though in the modern world, his dragon blood isn't seen as something to be proud of anymore. In fact, it's treated as nothing more than a simple remnant of lost times, outdated and no longer of any importance.
It's why most members of the dragon bloodlines tend to stay amongst each other, most of their social circles consisting of other dragons, just like he himself tends to do. A lot of his friends have been finding their mates recently, and while Jungkook is happy about that, he himself isn't really interested in that- at least not right now. He's doing good all by himself at the moment, so he doesn't really see the need to settle down right now. He's also not yet found anybody he'd really honestly see himself wanting to settle down with- so for now, he just attends the traditional festivals every year to reconnect with his friends and family, let himself go for a little while and leave all those expectations of the modern world behind for at least a small amount of time.
"Are the rest here too?" Jungkook asks Jin as they both walk into the Hotel close to the festival spaces, many already setting up their tents and booths for tonight.
"Taehyung is coming a bit later, he said the whole trip is taking a bit longer now that his mate's pregnant." He says, making Jungkook nod next to him, greeting some elders along the way. "she's not even properly showing, yet he's already all scrambled up in the head." He jokes.
"I've heard about that! Yoongi owes me a hundred bucks now." He laughs, remembering the bet he'd made with the older dragon last year when Taehyung had announced his engagement to his mate. He'd always dreamed of a big family- so it wasn't surprising to Jungkook that his friend already had the first child on the way.
Maybe one day he'll have his own, too.
"I remember when Yoongi of all people attended the hunt and actually caught his mate too!" Seokjin laughs. "Remember that? It was honestly hilarious to see him so desperate. The old slow guy all out on the fields." He teases, as the man in question walks into view.
"At least I've caught something. Not like mister forever virgin over here." He teases, laughing when Jungkook growls offended, mumbling something about that 'not being true at all hyung.!' Under his breath as the older one walks alongside them.
It's when a giggle catches him off guard, the sound accompanied by what he can only describe as a small bell faintly in the background.
When he looks for the source of the sound, he finds your eyes pretty quickly- gaze hauntingly beautiful as he doesn't even realize he'd just stopped walking for no reason, one of his friends bumping into him the only cause of distraction for him. And for a second, he looks away, only a small but of time - and suddenly you're no longer there, disappearing as quickly as you've appeared in the first place. "Who was that?" He asks no one in particular, Yoongi shrugging as he tries to find what his friend seems to be looking for.
"Who was who?" He asks, before everyone walks away with him to greet Taehyung and his partner who'd just arrived.
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He spots you again as you tie your hair up, elastic in between your lips where you hold it while your hands collect all your hair. It's a normal thing he's seen a lot of people do- himself included, considering the length of his hair these days- and yet when you do it, it looks like Aphrodite captured in marble, details enchanting and intricate.
He almost feels like he shouldn't watch.
And yet he does, even continues to look your way with his hand around his glass of water, small leftovers of his meal completely uninteresting compared to the sight of you walking closer to the older women to help with washing clothes and other things in the riverbed. He can spot Jimin and other male dragons between them as well, and he wonders if you enjoy those tasks.
During this time of the year, everyone is pulled back to the old ways of living. From using almost no electricity to trading things instead of buying it with money, things work simply differently during these next few days, and he personally enjoys this more simpler way of living to the fullest. There's no space for boredom or anything like that- always something to do for him, never an empty second.
Even now, as he watches you.
For a while, you seem to not notice him until one of the women taps your shoulder, talking to you for a few words before you turn your head to meet his eyes. Surprise is written over your features, especially when he boldly pats the spot next to him at the table, silently inviting you to sit with him, maybe even share a meal.
You wonder a little. Does he know that offering a meal is one part of courting a fellow dragon?
He probably does, considering his appearance. He does look like you'd expect a modern dragon to carry himself; from the wyvern tooth necklace around his neck, the colored tattoos under his skin, even the challenging fire behind his eyes. He surely knows his heritage, which makes it even more odd to you.
Though you wouldn't ever pass the chance of getting to know someone like him.
He's well known in the community of female dragons- mostly for his lack of interest in anybody when it comes to actually finding a mate. For a long time, there's been a rumor going around that he wasn't simply interested in females in general- but that was quickly debunked after it got known that he does, in fact, seek out pleasure without any long-term relationship in mind. It makes you wary of his intentions right now though-
Because that's not what you're seeking here, or at all.
You sit down across from him at the table, having dried your hands before joining him, his eyes friendly as they watch you, someone already next to you asking what you'd like to eat. As soon as that person leaves, it's Jungkook's turn to talk to you. "I've never seen you around here before." He tells you, arms now on the table as he's got them crossed in front of him. "I'm Jungkook."
"I know." You nod. "Both of those things." You shrug, looking around for a moment before you spare him another look. "I'm not interested."
"I haven't even proposed anything." He counters, head tilted a bit as he's internally confused as to what you might've heard about him that could make you so wary of his intentions. In his world, he's not done anything questionable, ever- he doesn't fuck around, never broke somebody's heart, is always pretty clear and honest with whomever he crosses paths.
"But I know what guys like you want." You simply say, thanking the young dragon who puts your plate down in front of you. "And I'm not offering that." You tell him without looking, simply starting to eat instead.
"What do I want then?" He asks, moving one of his arms so his chin can rest on his palm. "You got me curious."
"Sex." You bluntly tell him, reaching for the large water pitcher standing somewhat closer to Jungkook than to you- something he instantly notices, lifting it for you instead to fill your cup. "Thanks." You offer quietly, and he nods at that, putting it back down.
"Interesting." He just shrugs after he sits back down in front of you. "That's not what I want though. I mean- you're attractive, don't get me wrong- but I'd like to get to know you first, if anything." He proposes, and you narrow your eyes at him.
"That sounds like you're aiming for my heart." You accuse, pointing your steak-knife at him. "And that's even worse." You say, making him laugh.
"No, I promise. I really just.. think you're really pretty, and from what I can tell, you're also exactly my type- but if you want me to leave you alone, I can totally do that too." He offers politely, and you chew on your food in thought before you rest your cheek on your palm, poking at some vegetables.
"How am I your type?" You ask him, curious to know what makes you stand out to him. It must be something at least- because if he's never wanted a relationship with anybody before why pursue someone as boring as you for that role of all things? You know you're a good friend, but a girlfriend? No, you're lame, and you've come to accept that after all those failed relationships.
Your question makes him light up visually, as he sits up straighter with a bit of a smile on his lips. "It's hard to explain. You're cute, but I like people who have their own mind." He shrugs, explaining his view on you while you don't look at him. "Visually, you check all my boxes. If your character does the same thing, I guess we just have to find out." He tells you, and you look at him now.
"What if you don't check any of my boxes?" You ask him, looking for how he's going to react. "You're too tall for me, for example. And your muscles scare me a little." You jab at him, cutting your food as if you're talking about the weather. "You seem like someone obsessed with working out. I'm not. In fact, I don't ever really work out. I don't really look at what I eat in general, to be honest."
"That's fine by me." He simply answers when you stop talking. "I don't really watch it that much either- only if I have a shooting or something alike." He explains, making you nod quietly. "But if I don't check any of your boxes, like you say, why come over and sit with me then?" He teases, leaning in over the table a little bit.
You shrug. "Your tattoos." You simply tell him. "They're pretty good. Who made these?" You ask, and he looks at them for a second, before he moves his gaze back to you.
"Min Yoongi back in Seoul did most of them. He specializes in dragon tattoos." He explains, and you nod at that.
"I thought I remembered the artstyle." You say. "He's always been very neat with his work." You mumble more or less, before you sigh, putting your cutlery onto your empty plate, pulling your glass of water closer. "Alright- do you want my number now, or.?" You ask, suspecting that he would maybe ask you on a date or something after the whole festival is over. But he genuinely surprises you, when his eyes narrow in a challenging manner, the dragon peeking through in a way as he leans forward over the table, standing up.
You're wary- and he assumes it might be because you've never truly experienced anything good when it comes to finding partners. He can relate to this; and he can also gain power from that simple fact, simply because now more than ever, he wants to prove himself to you. He wants to show you that he truly is different from what you might believe.
"I'll just win you over, easy." He tells you, promises almost, as he pulls the wyvern tooth from around his neck, and leaves it close to your hand- an offering of sorts, a first step at trying to impress you, even if small. "The traditional way." He finishes up, leaving you alone at the table, simply watching as he walks away and merges with the crowd.
Maybe you've underestimated him.
Maybe he's not who you think he is.
Maybe you've finally found your match.
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Character Focus: Chikage
Chikage and her mother Tamaki Umeda were made upon my request by @yorithesims. ❤️ I needed a yakuza mother and daughter to be allies to Laurie and the gang, and I couldn't rely on my poor Sims making skills. And so the Umeda-gumi was born! Aren't they pure badassery? 😎
But because Chikage is one of the most recent additions to the story, she doesn't have much of a backstory yet.
In her very first appearance, she acts as a translator between her mother and Laurie, Omar and Romeo. Tamaki-san understands (and even speaks) English but by pretending not to, she reminds her guests of their position: they are very firmly in her territory, asking for help. Her house, her rules. Chikage and her mother keep glancing at each other throughout the conversation. There is a lot going on that is unsaid...
The Umeda-gumi is a small, cautious matriarchal clan that had always stayed out of the syndicate. But Laurie's proposition is appealing: they would get rid of the Hei clan (their natural enemy) and would win a free seat in the syndicate.
Chikage's first mission is to find out if Laurie has a hidden agenda. Now, while Chikage seems subdued in front of her mother, whom she obeys without question, she is actually a free spirit and is obviously given free rein to achieve her clan's objectives. So she sneaks into Laurie's room at night and well... they have a rather sexy fight. ;) It sets the tone of their dynamic: a power game about who is alternatively in control.
Following their conversation, Chikage concludes that Laurie is actually sincere and she gets curious. While Laurie finds out that the only way to truly do business with Chikage is to be quite literally naked.
His condition that they do not kiss does not put her off but it puzzles her. When he tells her that he prefers kissing someone he actually has feelings for, she is not offended. Their intercourse was nothing more than the fun part of business to her.
Because he's being so transparent, she decides to be clear about her clan's motives. She confesses to being the biological daughter of the one who calls himself Bao Hei and who is actually a former member of the Umeda clan and a lover of Tamaki's.
The Umeda-gumi may be small but they have obviously their spy within the Hei clan. And when Bao Hei gets killed, they are the first informed. So they add a condition to their help to the syndicate.
At this stage, all they know is that 1) rumor says the assassin was working for Laurie Golzine, and 2) that it was an immortal (read: a vampire). With Jie now also an immortal himself, Tamaki sees that the only way to protect her clan's interests and have an edge on the rest of the syndicate would be to employ vampires herself. Particularly a powerful assassin who has just proved that Jie could be defeated (as a human, at least).
Chikage is sent by her mother to the strategic meeting organized by Laurie between all involved parties. But the night before, Chikage and Laurie get together in a hotel room to... exchange information. This time, he lets her take the lead and seems detached from the whole process, acting almost robotically.
To her, that's his business so she doesn't pry. He willingly agreed to those "transactions" between them and he outright told her there were parts of his life that were out of bounds. Chikage's main goal is to get information about Eloise, the supposed assassin. Laurie denies having ever ordered Bao Hei to be killed, and sees right through Tamaki's objective to hire Eloise. And he warns Chikage that things may not be as they seem.
At this point, I think it must be said that despite her confident attitude, Chikage is not entirely comfortable with being seated at a negotiation table with the whole syndicate, vampires and who knows what else. She doesn't know the history between them all, and she's very aware of being in a position of weakness. Entering the room together with Laurie is a calculated act from both of them.
It is an assurance that the Umeda clan is a "close" partner of the Golzines. And they want it to be noticed.
And Chikage finally meets the so-called terrible "assassin"...
Obviously, Laurie is withholding information. Maybe he thinks that Chikage wouldn't believe him if he told her that Eloise has a dissociative personality. And maybe he would be right. Chikage will get proof in due time... but for now, she truly doesn't understand how that harmless girl could have achieved what no one in her clan has managed to do.
Also, in answer to doubts issued by some of the invitees about her motives, she reveals having a legitimate claim as heiress to the Hei clan.
Chikage's caution is still very visible in the most recent scenes, when they all prepare to attack the Hei HQ. With Laurie gone, she has lost her most reliable ally who knew exactly what she was after. She clearly doesn't trust Eloise and Tristan, and desperately wants to assess Eloise's capabilities.
Thankfully, Erik's arrival will allow her to chaperone the two vampires.
Stay tuned if you want to know how this whole mess turns out! ;)
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Time for some Leo centered asks!!!!! Everyone seems to have a lot of questions about our blue boy!
@livsinpjs Daily life for Leo was pretty much zero fun allowed. Wake up at the crack of dawn and train, then studies, then missions or more specialized training with Saki, then sleep. His schedule while in the foot clan was pretty repetitive and boring, with missions being the only time he ever got to have any excitement. Shredder didn’t try to be a father to Leo, but he did warp himself into being Leo’s whole world. This leads to Leo trusting Shredder’s orders near implicitly and pushing himself to his limits to show that Saki wasn’t wrong in making Leo his second. The only time in which canon, smart-ass Leo leaks through is when he has to work missions with (🤐), cause Leo loves the fact that despite his young age, he’s technically higher ranked than (🤐). Despite the older mutant’s years working with Saki—he was still just a part-time member of the Foot until only recently, which Leo throws in his face whenever he can. Regardless, the two mutants are the Shredder’s most trusted and strong Commanders, so they work together well when they need to. There’s even been one or two times (🤐) has shown a very microscopic, teeneey tiny soft spot for Leo, but they’d both rather lose an arm than admit to that 😜.
Kitsune is another constant presence in Leo’s life. One he’s always despised for a reason he’s foggy on. He doesn’t really remember her role in his kidnapping, he’s just always hated her, but he keeps his hatred of her a secret, solely because she’s Master Shredder’s strongest source of mystic power and Saki holds her skills in very high regard. He’s pretty sure she knows anyway, it’s like the witch can see right into his soul—it sets his teeth on edge.
It doesn’t help that a few times a week Leo is required to report to her for what Shredder calls “meditation” sessions, and though he does leave them feeling more calm and centered than before, he konks out as soon as he gets back to his room from how much energy they seem to drain from him. At the same time though, it’s almost as if he’s…dependent on these sessions—if he goes too long without sitting through all her waving hands and chanting, he starts to feel antsy, and irritated, and his thoughts begin to fall out of the neat order they’re usually kept in.
Leo is not great with new people. He’s used to viewing everyone as part of a hierarchy, and either ordering them around, or being ordered around, but when his older memories begin to come back to him, logically he knows that his family doesn’t work like that, it’s just so hard to not slot every person into the roles he’s familiar with.
Raph is the oldest, and the one who Splinter trusts to lead them, but Raph will sometimes request their input and clearly doesn’t take the same kind of pride in his own high rank that Leo used to. April is a total unknown to him, but Raph and Mikey treat her like she’s family (it’s like a knife in his back when he realizes that his brothers appear to trust her more than him but he ignoreignoreignores that feeling). He ignores her for the most part, but eventually sees her as a solid combatant in battle, then shockingly—an emotional confidant when he’s struggling, to eventually a friend, and finally a big sister who he can unwind with.
Splinter seems lost with the way Leo treats him. From the get go, Leo’s trying daily to shift through the lies that Shredder filled his head with, and works hard to treat Splinter with the respect that he’s owed as the head of the Hamato Clan. But Leo’s beyond confused that, this only seems to upset Splinter, which frustrates him to no end, because he’s trying to be as affable as possible, but he just can’t treat Splinter like Mikey, Raph, and April do. Leo can’t magically force those feelings to develop after spending so long hating him. Yes, there’s a part of his brain that knows Hamato Yoshi is his father, and had no say in Leo being taken, but there’s a bigger part that’s been conditioned for years by the Shredder—that’s screaming every time he sees the rat, that Splinter deserves a slow and painful death. But at least Leo’s self-aware enough that he won’t trust himself to be alone with Splinter until he can silence that voice for good. It might break his father’s heart to be kept at a distance and referred to as ‘Master Splinter’ in such a dead tone, but Leo knows it would hurt him worse to know what Leo’s struggling with.
Leo is softest with Mikey because he’s so protective of him, but Leo can be kinda low on everyone’s list, except for where Donnie is concerned, mostly because of his sharp temper. Which Donnie could care less about, because the boy has zero self-preservation.
While Donnie deals with his haywire emotions with a kind of anxiously sad/manically happy mixtured response, and Mikey always tries a positive approach—Leo’s trouble is he can’t really control himself when he gets frustrated. Not without some kind of hard and fast explosion eventually getting out. He’ll go from feeling no emotion and calm, to growling and spitting in an instant. It’s usually only over things like Splinter trying his best to reach out and help him in his own awkwardly painful way, or any time Raph ‘babies’ Leo on accident, or if Donnie’s just invading his space too much. His flare ups are pretty unpredictable for months until he gets a handle on them, and so the others often feel it’s best to leave him to work through his anger in his own various ways. Whether that be storming off for a few hours or destroying a dummy in the dojo.
I think Donnie would’ve been over the moon, but probably not really changed much in the way he approached Leo. He might not have gone so hard in getting Leo’s attention, but would’ve talked just as much and invaded his personal space the same amount!
@uniqueness351217 Hmmmmm interesting….also 2007 TMNT my love. Like, maybe after Leo finally connects with his ninpo, but in order to truly embrace the connection and make it stronger, Splinter suggests he goes on a vision quest for a few months! I think Raph would step up again as full time leader, or maybe April would act as temporary co-leader until Leo returned. Mikey would be sad to see him go, but if Leo was okay with leaving, and promised he’d be back, I think Mikey would put on a brave face and try to keep busy to make the time go by faster (lol I’m not evil enough to make him into a party clown. Shame on those writers—poor 2007 Mikey. Even if it was hilarious. He didn’t deserve those nightmares) Donnie would probably lock himself in his lab for a week and be super dramatic about missing his twin, but he’d work on his tech and maybe refurbish stuff from the scrap yard to sell, for lack of anything better to do.
I imagine if Leo was sent on a mission is take place in between them finally taking down Shredder, so they’ve all earned a well deserved break, but Leo would return quickly when a few months in, the Kraang attack and derail everyone’s vacation.
(I’m still working out the exact details of how the Kraang would fit into this AU, just in case we ever make it up to the point of the movie. I know a lot of y’all have been asking, and I’m hoping we make it that far ;D)
Draxum was furious, but also confused. From what he’d seen of Two, he’d been hoping that with a slow, delicate approach he could get him on his side, but then the child had just up and deserted the Shredder out of no-where? It made no sense from what he’d seen of the boy’s loyalties. Later when he sees him with his brothers though, he understands what’s happened. After all, he’d ordered Three to subtlety exploit their brotherly bond during his meetings with Shredder, but he’d put too much faith in that idea. It seems like Three wasn’t as good at convincing Two as Draxum had hoped. Just another failure on Three’s part to follow any one of his directions.
If Leo had tried the hug back when he was still getting a handle on his temper he very likely would have, but for the most part and especially later on, Leo can reign it in, especially when Mikey and Donnie are concerned. Although he did step on Donnie’s foot pretty hard, both out of shock, and to get him to let go. Also he complained for the entire time it healed.
Leo looking in a pocket mirror he got just to be dramatic: All these years and never once have I managed to marr this beautiful mug! You better hope this doesn’t scar, Don!!
Donnie embarrassed beyond belief but so over apologizing: YOU SURPRISED ME! You gotta warn someone before you just throw yourself at them—!
The entire family turns to give Donnie the most looking, look to ever look.
Donnie: (´∀｀;;;; ) Y-yeah. Point taken.
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I don’t know if you’ve seen the cartoon King of the Hill but there’s this side character named Cotton Hill, father of the main character: Hank Hill. So Cotton treats Hank very poorly and is/was a horrible father but he has a soft spot for Hank’s son, Bobby. Idk if this is me craving a somewhat soft Naobito but I can imagine him having a soft spot for maybe one of the many kids Y/N and Naoya have.
Hello!!
Omg hahah I haven't seen much of king of the hill tbh, except when I was channel surfing and I'd see like a scene or two, but I searched it up a bit and that + a dream I got recently was exactly what I needed to answer this ask.
So, let's say that you and Naoya end up having... 4 kids. Planned, loved, cared for, so on and so forth. Some members of the plan push you to have another one (either because of the superstition behind the number 4, or because they want more strong sorcerers, idk) but you don't let them get to you because you and Naoya are happy with the family you have now.
Years pass, your youngest kid is like 10, and then... an unexpected surprise occurs: you're pregnant! Naoya wishes to say he didn't know how it happened, but you know, one day... both decided to... you know, why not, take a little risk...
And the rest is history.
Either way, both take this surprise very well and end up having one last child: a baby girl named Naohime. (don't ask why, in my dream it was like super cute and I'm going to take advantage of the fact that I rarely dream with Naoya, if ever soooo aajgkhkajgha)
So obviously because of your age (I keep thinking 40's but let's be real, somewhere around 30's mid 30's), alongside the fact that she's probably the last baby both are going to have, the two decide to spoil her even more. Like, give her even more things than what you gave your other kids, be a bit more lenient with being grounded and what not...
Because all of this, she grows up to be quite the troublemaker; always making her relatives upset some way or the other, constantly testing the limits of everyone's patience, with no indications of stopping, nor caring whenever you or Naoya try to correct her. Amongst other things.
And this... amuses Naobito to no end.
I have to admit that more likely than not, Naoya is the only one of his siblings that ends up having kids; I mean, the others are not really pressured to do so, and I don't think they're interested either, or didn't get the opportunity who knows,
Anways, Naobito, with the notions that he's not going to have any more grandkids + his age + his amusement for Naohime's antics, he quickly grows to have a soft spot for her.
The whole clan thought Naohime couldn't be any more spoiled when it came to her parents, but when the clan leader got involved, that's when they learned what spoiled truly meant.
Naobito would end up making lots of... questionable decisions because of his favoritism towards her. Like, placing lands under her name, gifting her cursed tools, or even asking her opinion on trivial matters relating to the clan.
Naoya attempts to put a stop to this, but all that he manages to do is... well, nothing, really. I mean, Naobito doesn't involve Naohime in important subjects anymore after Naoya spoke to him, but she's still involved one way or the other.
The other shocking thing he does is train her personally. That's like, wow, haven't seen that one since he trained Naoya, although the surprise here is that at his old age is still capable of moving haha. To Naobito's pleasant surprise, Naohime is an excellent student, so he ends up liking her even more.
"Maybe Naohime is a much better candidate to be the next clan leader." Is what Naobito would ponder about one day, much to Naoya's horror.
"She's—she's just a child!" he exclaims; although he won't deny that losing what was promised to him is quite terrifying on it's own.
Naobito just shrugs.
And obviously... the two watch anime together. Spend their time criticizing all the same things Naobito complains about, even though Naohime doesn't know much of it (does it look like a child would care about animation?) But she likes to parrot Naobito so there's that hahah.
"anime time" is scared for the two; no poor servant would dare interrupt them while they're watching their favorite series; truth to be told, all his schedule revolves around this.
"Will this meeting clash with the plans I have at 5?"
"Yes, but only because it's of utmost urgency."
"Then no."
"But it's important. It pertains to the future of the clan!"
"I said no—I'm not going to miss my anime with my granddaughter just for some stupid meeting."
"For your—you're avoiding this meeting to watch anime with your granddaughter?!"
Naobito doesn't like being questioned, so that man is never seen again.
So, there you have it. What I think a Naobito with a soft spot for one of his grandkids would be :>; I honestly didn't want to write something like "yeah he'd only like the BOYS" because idk, I've heard stories (and seen them first hand) of people being completely set on their morals, and then, when they grow old and have grandkids, they're like "oh that? idk what you talking about."
Also, I thought it would be cute for Naoya and Y/N to have one last little girl, you know? 🥺❤️ unnghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh one that everyone loves the most.
Anyways, thank you so much for sending in this ask! Y'all be asking the REAL questions I love day dreaming about 😈 (jk, I appreciate all asks ❤️❤️)
Take care, and hope to see you soon!!
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Happiness, Her Whole World
Pairing: Sasuke Uchiha/Hinata Hyūga
Summary: He was her whole world, at one time. Now her brother is dead. And she wants him gone.
Or: Hinata and Sasuke had always been together as members of sister clans. When he returns, she's unsure of how to handle it.
Word Count: 22.5k
Rating: Teen
This ended up being way too goddamn long, but I’ve never been the type to follow the “kill your darlings” advice. It’s bullshit and I will kiss each and everyone of my darlings because I MADE THEM. Happy New Year.
AO3 | FFN
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“Ah, seems as though your daughter is getting on well with my boy, 'ey, Hiashi?”
“She gets on well with anyone,” Hiashi responded without looking up, “she has her mother’s open demeanor.”
“Mmm.” Fugaku stood back.
“Hinata—” Sasuke grabbed her shoulder, shaking it slightly. “Want to see the new fountain my mom got?”
“Yes!” Hinata responded brightly, immediately standing to meet him.
She followed him dutifully, as she normally did. Often, it was Sasuke leading her around to whatever piqued his interest at the time. Not many people paid attention to Sasuke, but Hinata did. She was eager to see whatever it was he wanted to show her, teach her, or lead her to. Life outside of the compound was fraught with worry, but in the Uchiha district, it was a place of comfort. Both children were oblivious to the tension between the clans, simply grateful to be around one another.
It was a time Sasuke didn’t feel like he needed to impress anyone, his father, brother, cousins, or otherwise. When Hinata was here, he was her world, and he reveled in that, took as much from her as she would give, downright happy someone really thought he was worth listening to. He could show her the simplest of scrolls and she’d be impressed. He could lead her to the tiniest of ponds that he liked to skip rocks at, and she’d happily join him. He could talk her ear off about his efforts to perfect the fireball jutsu, and she’d listen carefully. He didn’t know it at the time, but it was something he’d treasure for some time.
It was a time Hinata didn’t feel like she had to be polite and closed off, that cold Hyūga demeanor demanding to shine through. When she was with Sasuke, she could relax, let him take the lead, let him be her world. She could be shown the simplest of scrolls by him and she’d be thoroughly amazed at his understanding of them. She’d let him lead her to the tiniest of ponds to skip rocks and it was a joy to participate in she’d never known. She could listen to him speak on his progress with his family’s fireball jutsu and never be bored, in fact enthusiastic to hear him. She didn’t know it at the time, but it was something she’d treasure forever.
“Oh, your little girl is the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen.” Mikoto approached behind, sighing softly. “I had hoped for a girl, myself.”
“Hm,” Fugaku hummed, choosing not to fully acknowledge the comment.
“And how is your eldest, then?” Hiashi asked, locking eyes with Mikoto. “I’ve heard grand things.”
Hinata stopped next to Sasuke, admiring the large sculpture, a large dolphin with water shooting from its mouth, down a cascading set of rocks.
“It’s so pretty,” Hinata whispered, leaning in closer. “It sounds…like music.”
“Music?” Sasuke questioned, leaning in as well. “It’s just water dropping.”
Hinata giggled softly, and Sasuke turned to look at her. “Anything can be music…my mother once said.”
“Anything?” Sasuke asked, raising his eyebrows. She nodded. He brought a finger up to tap his chin, then whirled around. She looked on curiously as he bolted off, and as always, was compelled to follow him.
“Sasuke!” Hinata called in her soft voice, one that was barely above a whisper, but one that he could always hear. “Where are you going? We shouldn’t go too—”
“Here!” Sasuke skidded to a halt, and she clashed into him. He laughed as she tumbled to the ground, and crouched down to grab her hands, hoisting her up. She huffed slightly, turning pink in the cheeks, and he pushed her hair out of her face for her. “Clutz.”
“Oh—” She turned away. “That’s mean.”
“Can’t be if it’s true,” he continued, tugging at her sleeve. “C’mon, look!”
She finally looked his way as he grabbed a large stick from the ground and began banging it against a large, traditional gong in the midst of a beautiful garden. She gasped, trying to grab the stick back. “Sasuke! I don’t think—”
“You said—” He punctuated with a hard smack against the instrument. “—anything can be music!”
“Th-That’s true—” She snatched the stick from his hand. “But some things should be treated with care!”
“Hinataaaaa—” he whined as he tried to take it back, “don’t be dumb about it!”
“Sasuke!” she snapped, pulling it behind her back. “I don’t want Mr. Fugaku to be upset with you!”
To this, Sasuke stopped, glaring towards her. He folded him arms and huffed, pouty. Hinata smiled, slowly bringing the stick to her front.
“Anything can be music, Sasuke. Even—” She stopped, stepping towards a patch of bamboo growing in the corner. “Plants.” She gently tapped the bamboo with the stick and he rolled his eyes.
“Why even care if my dad gets mad at me?” he questioned, grabbing the stick out of her hands. “He’ll be mad no matter what. He always is.”
She paused, looking up at him with those big, mooning eyes. He shrunk away from them, dropping the stick to the ground. “I care about you.”
“Why?” he sighed, looking away. “I can handle my dad.”
“Okay…” Hinata twisted her lips, looking away now, too. “But…it makes me sad.”
Sasuke snapped his eyes up, eyebrows furrowing. “Why?”
“When you’re hurt.”
“Hurt?”
“The…the bruises.”
Sasuke instinctively raised his hand to his chest, covering a bruise there that wasn’t visible. “It’s not like you don’t have them, too!”
Hinata took in a shaky breath, further shrinking in on herself. “Yes…that is true…”
“So?!” Sasuke snapped, defensively. “You’re fine! And I’m fine!”
Hinata swallowed, turning her body away now as she brought the back of her hand up to her eye. “Yes, you’re right, Sasuke.”
“What—” Sasuke stepped forward, guilt weighing him down now as he recognized her look of defeat, one he saw all too often when she was in the Hyūga compound. “You’re crying?!”
“N—no-, I’m not—” she gasped out, beginning to walk away.
“Hey!” he called, grabbing her shoulder. When he forced her to turn around, his demeanor instantly softened to nothing. His eyes blew wide at her red eyes and his stomach felt…twisted, in a horrid way. She covered her face.
“Don’t look at me, Sasuke.” Her voice was wet with sobs and he was torn on whether to feel angry with her for crying so easily, or sad for her, because it was so easy for her to begin crying.
He chose the latter, today. “Hinata.” he forced himself forward, grabbing her hands from her face to force them down. “You don’t cry here.”
“Wh-what?”
“You don’t cry at the Uchiha’s.”
“O…Oh…”
“You’re happy here,” he forced out, grabbing her hands tightly, “you’re happy here with us. With me and my brother. Okay? Just…I’m…” Sasuke grunted, averting his eyes. “I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry. Just—just be happy, okay?”
Hinata lifted her eyes, meeting his and tugged her hands away to wipe at her tears. She nodded resolutely. “Yes. Yes, I’m happy here.”
Sasuke’s heart lifted, feeling that little weight swept away. “Yeah…yeah! I’m happy, too, okay? We’re happy!”
Hinata smiled, despite her red eyes, and nodded again. “Yes! We’re happy!”
Sasuke sucked in a deep breath, raising his hands above his head. “We’re happy!”
Hinata laughed now, and he couldn’t help but return his own laugh. She raised her hands, too. “We’re happy!”
In unison, they grabbed each other’s hands and yelled.
“WE’RE HAPPY!”
-
A year later, and it was Sasuke’s first day back at the Academy, surprising everyone. The elders were insistent that he take at least a month off, if not more, or possibly drop out entirely. But Sasuke wouldn’t have it, he demanded to return within a few days. He came back an entirely new person, no hint of happiness on his features whatsoever. He was stoic, cold, and silent. The entire day, Iruka did his best to check in on him, but was met with indifference from the newly orphaned boy. Everyone stared at him, whispered to each other, all of them lacked tact. Except one.
The heiress quietly ate her lunch in solitude on a bench near some training dummies. Her eyebrow perked when Sasuke wandered over, shuriken in hand. Without sparing her a glance, he immediately got to work training. Hinata gulped her food down, glancing at her bento briefly before looking back up at Sasuke. He was quick with his throws, relentless. She tilted her head, wondering if he had eaten his lunch already.
She also wondered how he could return so quickly. Of course, she knew what happened, everyone did. The thought brought her both immense grief for Sasuke and his family, as well as terrified her. If it could happen to a clan as strong as the Uchiha, the only other dōjutsu-weilding clan of the village, what stopped it from happening to her own clan? She cried when she found out. She could only imagine her family struck down by her hand, Hanabi orphaned and alone. The idea was so impossible, but felt so close to reality with the tragedy.
Yet here he was, merely a week after the massacre, isolated and training.
They had been friends before now. She wasn’t sure what to make of him now, but before this, they seemed to be friends. And Itachi had been like a brother to her. Her stomach twisted as she thought of him.
When he threw his last shuriken with a grunt, he immediately went to the dummy to retrieve the rest. She sighed inwardly, deciding to be bold.
“H-have you eaten, Sasuke?”
She was met with silence. She figured.
“If you’re hungry, y-you can have some of mine.”
He didn’t even afford her a look as he got back into position, squinting as he aimed.
“I-I’m finished, so…”
“No.” Hinata gasped at his response. He still didn’t look at her, but he did respond. It was the first sign of his voice she had heard since before the massacre. With that, he began launching his shuriken and Hinata’s gaze fell down to her bento. She twisted her lips contemplatively. Eventually, she gently closed the bento and set it next to her on the bench, raising to her feet. She looked one last time at Sasuke before taking off back to the entrance of the Academy.
-
“I’m not a cat.”
Hinata whirled around from the entrance of the Hyūga compound to see Sasuke standing in the distance, her bento in hand.
“Sasuke?” Kō tilted his head at the boy, then turned his attention to Hinata who’s cheeks were turning rosy as he walked to her.
“I-I didn’t mean to-“
“Mind your business, Hyūga.” Sasuke shoved the bento in her hands, causing Kō to gasp.
“Well-that’s hardly any way to speak to the heiress!” Kō called after Sasuke, who had turned without another word to make towards the Uchiha district. Hinata stared down at the bento now, eyebrows furrowing. She carefully peeled open the lid to see what she left him untouched. “Lady Hinata?”
“N-nothing.” Hinata shook her head, turning back to the entrance. “Let’s continue.”
Sasuke shoved his hands in his pockets as he rounded the corner of the Hyūga complex.
Who did she think she was? Trying to take pity on him? Like a wounded animal? Sure, he didn’t really know his way around cooking, but he had a giant ration of rice and he could make that. It’s all he needed. He didn’t need her sympathy.
He forcefully shoved the front door to his apartment open, the creaking filling the silence of the home. He glanced around, eyes landing on the bag of rice. He frowned before going into the kitchen.
I don’t need anyone’s help.
-
The routine persisted for months, turned to years. She hadn’t attempted to offer food to him again in all that time. They both remained distant, together. Both isolated from the rest of their peers, quietly joining each other for lunch every day for almost four years now. He never spared her much more than a glance, sometimes a grunt of acknowledgement. Hinata noticed that Sasuke never ate. They almost walked alongside each other on their way to the training dummies. He occasionally offered her a glare of disapproval, but she wasn’t deterred. It was her spot first, after all.
Today, while throwing shuriken, Sasuke gripped the last one in his hand. Hinata looked up when she heard a small thud, the last shuriken slipping from his fingers and hitting the ground. Then she looked on with horror as Sasuke fell, too. She leapt to her feet, spilling her bento in the process, and knelt over his unconscious form.
“Sasuke? Sasuke!” She gently grasped his shoulder and shook, placing her other hand over his forehead. He wasn’t warm. Then she heard his stomach growl.
He’s not eating.
She looked behind her with a frown at her spilled bento, but saw her water bottle was still closed. She snatched it and swiftly unscrewed the cap, pouring a small amount in the palm of her hand. She carefully dipped her fingers in the little pool and rubbed them against his forehead and cheeks in an attempt at waking him up. Eventually, he did stir, and halfway opened one eye to see her.
“What the hell are you doing?” he grumbled, then sucked in a deep breath.
“Y-you passed out…” she whispered, pulling her hands away from him but still remaining kneeled next to his side. He managed to open both eyes to roll them.
“You didn’t call anyone?” he spoke sarcastically.
“I didn’t think you’d like a big scene…” she said, quietly. He drew his eyebrows together at her statement, a somewhat confused look on his face. She continued, “Sasuke, you haven’t been eating…I think you passed out from hunger…”
“I’m fine,” he snapped, pulling himself up onto his elbows. “I’m not some little plaything for you to worry about, got it? Leave me alone.”
Hinata frowned but nodded, rising to her feet. She turned wordlessly, picking up the contents of her bento and making way for the entrance of the Academy.
-
Sasuke eyed Hinata suspiciously as she walked ahead of him. She had two bentos in her hands. He rolled his eyes as she approached the bench, choosing to ignore the detail as he set up to train. She carefully placed one bento on the bench, then took off without a word. He forced himself not to look at her the entire time she was there, but he had her in his peripheral. He knew exactly what she was doing.
He wanted to turn around and yell at her to come back. Yell at her to come get her disgusting food and leave him alone. Yell at her to stop coming to this spot. But he didn’t. He simply continued training, glancing at the bento several times. He heaved a deep sigh as his last shuriken left his fingers, square in the forehead of the dummy. Hesitantly, he looked over his shoulder to ensure no one was there. Then he looked back at the bento and relented to his growling stomach.
If she wanted to go through the trouble of bringing extra food, he figured he might as well eat it. He didn’t have to thank her, he wouldn’t thank her. As he opened the lid to the bento, a wonderful scent hit his nose. He frowned at how good it smelled, inspecting the contents. Tamagoyaki, fried shrimp, an apple, and like a bow on top, a whole sliced tomato, salted. His mouth watered at the sight, and he didn’t hold back before he dug in.
It had been a while since he had real food, or any protein. He shamelessly devoured the entire box, feeling fuller than he had in a while, it almost hurt. He had gotten so used to such little portions, he may have overdone it. But for now, he didn’t care. The food was immaculate, and suddenly he was feeling envious of Hinata’s comfortable life with the Hyūga. If only he had house servants to make him amazing food like this, every day.
But he had nothing, and no one. He shook himself from those jealous thoughts. He wanted to be alone.
At dismissal, Sasuke made his way towards Hinata as she exited. Wordlessly, he began walking next to her, holding the bento out in front of her without making eye contact. He heard her little gasp as she took the bento from his hands and almost felt her smile burn into him.
“It’s light! Y-you must have eaten!” she chirped and he turned his face away from hers. “I hope it was acceptable. I’m still learning not to overcook the tamagoyaki…”
He stopped in his tracks, eyes fixed ahead as he processed her words. She had made all that? She stopped as well, tilting her head up at him questioningly.
“Oh…I-I apologize…it wasn’t good…”
“No,” Sasuke snapped, finally giving her the courtesy of looking down at her. “You made it? Don’t you have chefs?”
“W-well yes…” She bowed, averting her eyes to the ground. “But I enjoy cooking…so I make my own lunches. I-it’s the only time I am allowed to cook…”
“Silly girl.” Animosity coated his words, taking her by surprise. “Royalty, spoiled, pampered, trying to seem humble by doing servant duties.”
“Wh-what?! N-No!”
“Whatever, Lady Hyūga,” he muttered sarcastically, pushing past her without another word.
She had a family! She had servants! She had everything she could ever want and she lowers herself to the task of cooking for herself? What did she think she was playing at? Did she think it would impress him if it was her who made it? How selfish, so incredibly selfish. Her presence was just a cruel reminder that he was now alone in this world, and he loathed her for it.
Damn her.
-
Hinata ceased bringing food to Sasuke, and even stopped going to the training dummies to eat. She spent the next couple of weeks searching for an equally secluded spot, hoping to avoid her cousin at all costs. She had come this far, and he was due to graduate soon, so she only had to hold out a bit longer. The training dummies were originally a good place because people didn’t often train during lunch time, and she could be alone for the most part. She didn’t necessarily enjoy being alone, but it was better than feeling the judgmental stare of others.
She wasn’t naïve. She saw the way people looked at her, whispered about her, snickered at her as she stumbled over her feet and stuttered out answers to Iruka’s questions. Called her stuck up while simultaneously calling her a shame to her clan. Somehow, she was both pompous and arrogant, while also being dishonorable and pathetic. It was useless to try to argue these points with people, her voice could barely get past a whisper on good days.
Her first moment of joy in weeks had been when Sasuke handed her the emptied bento. She was genuinely pleased she could help him to a meal, and that he had eaten all of it. Then, he proved himself to be like all the others. Viewing her as a conceited princess.
She knew he must still be grieving, even if it seemed like much time has passed, so she tried not to take it personally. He was always kind to her in the past, before the massacre. Their clans were close for many reasons, the biggest of which tethered to the motto ‘keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.’ Regardless, as children, there were many events where they would be the only kids besides Neji and Hanabi. They were usually drawn to each other, or told to keep each other company while the adults talked.
How could she expect him to be the same person after seeing his entire family and clan slaughtered? By one’s own brother, no less.
No, she chose not to be pushy. He deserved his space, so she gave up her spot to let him have his privacy. He didn’t get much of it in class, with all of his fan girls.
Today, she peered into a little secluded spot near the training dummies, covered in bushes. This would do. She could still hear Sasuke’s shuriken sinking into the dummies near her, but he probably didn’t know she was there, and she was keeping out of his space, anyway. She sighed in relief as she set her bento in the grass, carefully peeling it open, only to be disturbed a moment later.
“Lady Hinata.” A cold voice called over the bushes, and her heart clenched as she rose to meet eyes like hers.
“Oh, elder brother…” she exhaled, looking away.
He sighed, looking down on her with empty eyes. “Up. Let’s see if you managed to improve since our last spar.”
“Oh, no…” Hinata held up her hands defensively, shaking her head. “I-I was just about to eat-“
“Up,” he commanded her and she bit her lip, swallowing hard as she got to her feet. She didn’t notice the sound of Sasuke’s shuriken hitting wood ceasing.
Reluctantly, she stepped in front of Neji and dropped her stance, assuming position with her byakugan activated. Immediately, he swept her leg, but she managed to dodge it, becoming somewhat familiar with his routine. Sweep the leg, hit the shoulder with the opposite hand, hit the chest with the other hand, sweep, and so on.
After a few moments, as always, he had bested her with an unexpected hit to the stomach after a barrage of attacks. She coughed shallowly as she fell to her knees, clutching her stomach. Her head hung as he pulled himself upright, deactivating his byakugan. “Pitiful…” Hinata felt tears welling up in her ducts, so she curtained her face with her hair as best as she could. He scoffed, turning from her. “Such a waste. A wasted heiress,” he continued, folding his arms. When she let a sniffle escape, he turned back around, looking furious. “Crying? Haven’t you cried enough? For what? Being so weak?” She pulled her chin to her chest, refusing to look at him. “Quit now, Hinata.”
“Hey.” They both shot up to see Sasuke’s black eyes staring back at them. “Sparring at lunch?”
Neji pressed his lips together, glancing from Hinata’s broken form to Sasuke’s domineering presence. He shook his head, turning around as he spat, “mind yourself, Uchiha.” With that, he left the secluded area and Hinata let out a deep sigh of relief, letting the tears stream down her cheeks. She re-positioned to sit on her bottom and brought her knees to her chest, burying her face in them to avoid Sasuke’s gaze.
How humiliating…Sasuke saw all of it, I’m sure…
-
Sasuke stared down at the young heiress and felt something strange in his heart. He had seen the tail end of the little match, having heard Neji’s voice from his position. Curiosity got the better of him and he peered over the bushes just in time to see her be brutally beat down. He watched carefully. Her moves weren’t bad, just slow, and she had a hard time countering. She blocked and dodged fairly well, but let herself be tired out by his relentless blows. Then he hit her right in the gut, far harder than a friendly sparring match would go.
Then he listened as he spat hateful words at her and he felt deeply confused. Neji was her family. She called him brother. How could he speak like that to her? She was an heiress. Now he felt angry. These people had family to love and cherish, and they throw it away like it’s garbage. He finally had enough when Neji began telling her to quit, and finally made his presence known.
As Neji responded curtly and walked away, Sasuke’s eyes landed on Hinata. Bruises were already forming around her ankles and her lip looked slightly red with blood. Then she curled into a ball and he saw her form begin to shake, no doubt with sobs. He felt…almost sad, for her. Which he hated. He hated that he, who had his entire family slaughtered, was being made to take pity on another who had her whole family.
But what was the point of family if they detest you?
He frowned, debating whether to do anything to comfort the girl, this girl who he had once spent so much time with. His stomach felt tight as he thought of the little girl he had once considered a friend. The little girl who enthusiastically weaved him a flower crown he begrudgingly wore. The little girl who comforted him after his father hit him over something petty. The only other person of his age he felt he had some sort of connection with outside of his clan. He should comfort her.
He couldn’t. He sighed as he also exited the secluded area, heading back to the academy entrance.
In class, as the other children joked and chittered, Sasuke couldn’t stop looking down at Hinata. She sat just in front of him, shoulders slumped, breathing seeming heavy.
He wondered if it had always been this way. At all of the inter-clan events he had been to, he had never seen anyone treat her the way Neji did. Perhaps it was because now she was in the academy? Or perhaps he just kept it well hidden. He remembered the playful bright girl that would ask him to help her pick flowers from the Hyūga garden and make crowns out of them, and now below him sat a broken girl, completely silent and looking dead inside. It was somewhat tragic, if he was honest.
That might’ve been funny coming from him of all people, if he had any sense of humor left.
When the academic day ended, Sasuke trailed Hinata a bit too closely out the door, causing her to look behind her shoulder at him. He let his eyes rest on her features, soft and stained with dry tears. He scrunched his nose at it. Neji may have had a point about her being weak…but even for him, it seemed cruel. She quickly turned her head back to face in front of her to avoid his gaze. But he didn’t let up.
What am I thinking?
Sasuke casually sped up his pace until he was next to her, then matched her speed. She didn’t look up at him, instead keeping her eyes facing the ground. He didn’t say anything, simply walked with her. He set his eyes ahead and they trekked together in silence. Her home was on the way. Once they reached Hyūga territory, he glanced at her. She stopped and looked up at him, forcing him to stop as well.
“Uhm…” she whispered, seeming unsure. He swallowed before giving her a short nod and turning on his heel to continue his walk. He felt her eyes on his back.
-
Hinata stared down at her two bento boxes, just about completed. She packed tomagoyaki, onigiri, salted plums, and a salted, sliced tomato, recalling that Sasuke always asked for tomato from his mother. She tucked a napkin in each, and on top, a mini cinnamon roll. She sucked in a sharp breath as she shakily pulled the lids on each of them, wondering if she was making a mistake. She stacked them and carefully slid them into her pack, then pulled it on and headed out without a word. No one to say goodbye to her, no one to wish her a good day. Just a nod from a guard at the entrance as she began her trek to the academy.
Perhaps she had misread the situation yesterday. Surely she had to be mistaking Sasuke’s cavalier nature for kindness. She couldn’t help but wonder what compelled him to end her suffering by chiming in with Neji. She also wondered why he walked with her home. She knew it was on the way to his apartment, but his legs were longer, he was quicker, there was no reason for him to match her steps. Unless he wanted to. So did he?
She sighed as she twiddled her fingers together, glancing side to side. She gulped as she sensed eyes on her from behind, and slowly turned her head to see the onlooker. Sasuke. He was staring directly at her, and she quickly pulled her head forward. He had the tendency to bore holes into her, for whatever reason. Then, within moments, he was next to her again, like yesterday. There must have been intent in his actions. She wondered if he was playing with her.
They quietly entered the academy together, greeted by a room buzzing with laughter and shouting. He was immediately flocked by a group of girls and she parted ways from him, taking her seat near the front. Her heart felt unusually heavy today, probably with worry in how Sasuke might react to her continued offering. As the clock struck 8, Iruka entered the room and began hushing the rowdy pre-teens. She did her best to focus.
-
Sasuke watched Hinata climb out of her seat at lunch dismissal, and wondered where she would go today.
He walked her to school today. He didn’t know why, but when he saw her in his line of sight, he was compelled to join her. Perhaps her silent presence was the type of companionship he was craving. The girls around him never shut up, seeming to forget what kind of person he was. He cultivated a personality of intimidation and isolation on purpose with the hope he could train to be the best he could be and seek his vengeance. Their fawning over him crippled that appearance.
Or perhaps…he was nostalgic.
He had gotten used to having her around, so when she didn’t eat at the training dummies a few weeks ago after he told her not to, he was flustered by a feeling of emptiness. Her presence on the bench, quietly eating and perhaps stealing glances at him, was comforting. It was a routine, it was a constant, and he could rely on it. Even if they never spoke, he felt at peace. Something he hadn’t realized until she wasn’t there. So he walked with her. And now, he hesitantly followed her out the door outside. He felt an odd sense of calm when she headed to the training dummies once more.
If she could sense his presence, she wasn’t letting him know by looking at him. But somehow, he was sure she knew he was there. She sat down on the bench and looked up at him, and for the first time in a long time, offered him a smile. He eyed the two bentos in her hand and almost let a smirk slip. She set it down next to her and bowed her head before focusing her attention on her own lunch. He let out a small “hmph” before pulling out his shuriken and getting to work.
-
He didn’t tell her to leave. He didn’t yell at her. He didn’t even look upset when she sat down. A smile even ghosted his lips. So she took it as a sign, and presented the bento next to her, knowing he knew what that meant. She wasn’t offended when he ignored it and went to training. Perhaps he needed her to leave to enjoy it.
She was genuinely concerned about his living situation. She had heard that he along with Naruto were provided rations free of charge, but she had to imagine how difficult it was for a 7-year-old to learn to cook on their own, and with the way Sasuke pushed people away, she assumed he had no one to teach him or cook for him. She hoped he would accept her offering.
So when he went through a few rounds of throwing shuriken and she was halfway through her food, she was pleasantly surprised to find him approaching her. He eyed the bento suspiciously, but eventually took a seat next to her, closer than she was expecting, and grasped the bento. He let out a puff of air in amusement as he opened the lid, and she felt happiness tug at her heartstrings when she saw a smile.
They ate in silence, Sasuke finishing his off in just a few bites while she still had half of hers left. He must like it. She peered up at him as he scraped the edges with the chopsticks, grabbing up every last crumb. She looked down at her own bento and tilted her head, then slowly lifted it towards him. He looked down at it in surprise, finding the tomato only half eaten, and he couldn’t seem to resist. Quickly, he took it and began wolfing it down as well. She giggled quietly, causing him to freeze.
“What’s funny?” he snapped, his first words since yesterday. She shook her head.
“I’m just happy,” she said, quietly. He cocked his head with a raised eyebrow before rolling his eyes and continuing. Once it was empty, he set it down next to the other and leaned back, pulling a hand behind his head and the other resting on his stomach.
“Your tomagoyaki has improved,” he spoke shortly, not affording her a glance. She gasped quietly at the confession of approval. The nicest thing he’s said to her in years.
“O-oh-thank you, Sasuke.” She bowed her head and he finally let a full smirk slip.
“You’re so proper.” He tsked, still not looking at her. Her eyes went wide. “Bowing, apologizing, sniveling. We’ve known each other since we were babies. Probably why people think you’re stuck up.”
“O-oh,” she exhaled, darting her eyes into her lap.
Now, he chuckled. “Imagine if I called you Lady Hinata.”
She looked up thoughtfully. “I suppose that might seem strange…from you.”
“From me.” Another chuckle. “Relax a little.” She was quiet at these words. He raised his eyebrows then finally looked down at her, she was still. “What?”
“I don’t mean to offend, Sasuke, but it is difficult for me to relax around you.”
He frowned, but he couldn’t deny it. “Maybe that’s a good thing.”
“Hm,” she hummed, looking up to meet his eyes. Unsure of how to respond, she attempted to change the subject. She glanced at the bentos and frowned when she saw the cinnamon rolls remained. “You didn’t like the cinnamon rolls?”
“Don’t like sweets. Take them.” She blinked at the words.
How can someone not like sweets?
-
Sasuke watched her reluctantly take a cinnamon roll and pop it in her mouth. He couldn’t help but watch her movements, eyes resting on her lips as she chewed. When her eyes rose to meet his, he shook the thoughts from his brain and turned away with a huff. He wondered about her. He wondered why she was like this. Why was she so quiet yet so insistent? She didn’t chase him like the other girls, yet she seemed to always be around. He wondered why she seemed to care so much about his well-being.
Sure, they’d been friends. But that was fake, he figured. Clans making nice, sandwiching their children together. None of that was real.
If forced to admit it, he would. She was different, and there was a reason. She was a Hyūga. Sister clan to his. High expectations, ruthless training, no room for weakness. His clan was gone, now, but hers remained. She remained in whatever state she’d been in as long as he’d known her. Going so long in that environment was bound to break her down. Even back then, he knew she wasn’t as strong as her clan wanted her to be. She’d never been anything except soft. His younger self liked that, because it was so different from himself, something he took enjoyment in. Now he wondered if the loss of his clan had affected her, too.
The bell rang and he shot to his feet without looking at her. He began strolling away as she packed up the bentos, leaving her behind momentarily. He willed his legs to slow so she could catch up with him, matching her stride. Then, in a flash, her knuckles brushed against his and he hissed, reeling his hand back. She gasped and looked up at him with wide eyes. “Oh-I’m so sorry, Sasuke!”
“Hmph,” he grumbled, pulling his arms into a fold. The touched spot tingled. It had been a while since he had gentle contact with another person. It was all fighting and sparring.
Hmm. Sparring.
They finished the day at the academy as usual, and he managed to continue by her side to her home. He debated in his head.
She could use my help. We could call it an exchange for the food. She keeps making me delicious food, I make her a better fighter. That makes sense. It’s just fair. Plus, I could use some practice against a byakugan user if that other Hyūga is going to be a problem in the future.
“Meet me at the training grounds an hour before class tomorrow,” he ordered as they approached the entrance to the compound. She looked up at him in surprise and he couldn’t suppress a smirk. “See you then, Hyūga.”
“Wha-?” He was already gone by the time she could utter out any sort of response.
-
Sparring before class had become a routine. Every day, Hinata rose an hour earlier to meet Sasuke at the training grounds, and they wordlessly sparred for about 30 to 45 minutes. After, when they walked to the Academy, he would give her detailed feedback. Surprisingly, it was never all negative. He managed to tell her positive things interspersed with the criticism.
They still sat together at lunch, Sasuke training for a while before sitting to eat the lunch prepared for him by her. He always had something to say about that, as well, criticism or praise. They still walked home together. And Hinata noticed Neji had stopped seeking her out as often. In the past, there were days that Neji joined her on her walk to or from the Academy, and it was never pleasant. Either the silence was thick with tension, or he was insulting her, or he was demanding they spar when they got home. Since Sasuke had been with her during those hours before and after Academy, she had been seeing none of him.
This sort of thing both saddened and relieved her. Relief for obvious reasons. Sad as she mourned the loss of her once best friend, her brother. But she had new (old) company. He tended to be a silent companion, so she was in return. When they spoke, it was either about training or food. Neither knew much about the other, anymore. They never reminisced about their days as children, running around the Hyūga compound or roaming the Uchiha district. Not about Sasuke’s mother doting on Hinata or Hinata’s father insistence on the two training together.
Not about Itachi, and how he would often need to corral the two for dinner. Always gentle, always patient. Thinking of him panged at her heart, she could only wonder what it did to Sasuke.
-
Together, they passed the genin exams. Today, they would find out their team assignments.
As Hinata guzzled water after finishing up sparring with Sasuke, Sasuke posed a very personal question that caught her off guard. “Are you nervous?”
She paused to think. “About the team assignments? A little…” He nodded without sharing his own thoughts. “Are you…?”
“As long as I don’t get a fan girl or that Uzumaki, I’ll be fine,” he mumbled, pulling his pack over his shoulder. She raised her eyebrows.
“N-Naruto?” she spoke softly, following after him.
“Yes, he’s an idiot. He’s loud and obnoxious and has absolutely no skills as a shinobi. He’s a disgrace.” His words were heated and she cringed away from him with a frown. He shot her a look at her visible discomfort. “What? You disagree?”
“Well, yes, a bit…” She nodded. “He’s loud and perhaps a bit obnoxious, b-but he’s not an idiot and he d-does have skills…I would be happy to be on his team…”
“What?” His eyes lowered, looking at her disapprovingly. “No. You should be on my team. Maybe with the Aburame, that’s about all I can tolerate.”
“I-I should?” She was taken aback by this revelation he spoke so casually. He paid her no mind.
“Regardless, we get who we get.” He shrugged as they neared the Academy. She looked up at him, somewhat wishing he would expand on that previous thought, but nodded none the less. They both entered silently, once again ending up in an all too loud room, buzzing with excitement and anticipation.
Painstaking minutes ticked by until Iruka emerged with a list. Finally, he began reading aloud the team assignments.
“Squad seven: Naruto Uzumaki, Sakura Haruno-“ Hinata glanced up at Naruto’s eager cheering “-and Sasuke Uchiha.” Similar cheering came from Sakura. Sasuke looked absolutely livid and she frowned. She was both somewhat relieved to not be on a team with Sasuke, but disappointed she wouldn’t be with Naruto. Perhaps if she had taken Sakura’s place, she could have helped them get along. But she was glad she didn’t end up on their team, she could see herself slowing them down.
“Next, squad eight: Hinata Hyūga.”
“Yes, sir,” Hinata whispered, glancing around the room.
“Kiba Inuzuka.” She glanced to her right to catch the fangy smile and snicker the boy and his dog gave. “And Shino Aburame.”
Hinata let out a sigh of relief. It wasn’t too bad, she supposed. While she didn’t get what she wanted by being on Naruto’s team, Kiba and Shino were both fairly nice to her until this point. She could see herself being comfortable with them. Team ten was announced straight after, and she watched on as Naruto bickered with Sasuke, Sasuke’s signature aloof attitude coming through as he told Naruto not to get in his way.
She sighed and wondered how they would get on as a team. She recalled Sasuke specifically mentioning he didn’t want to be with Naruto or a fan girl, and that was exactly what he got. The irony.
After a lecture on how to act as a team and what would be expected of the newly minted genin, class was dismissed for lunch and all shuffled out, Sasuke attempting to stay close to Hinata. Just as they got outside, Sasuke was pushed aside by the rambunctious dog user who quickly got comfortable with an arm around Hinata’s shoulders, causing a gasp from her.
“Hey there teammate! Where’s that Shino? We should have lunch together!”
“O-oh-“ Hinata managed to stutter out, looking behind her. Sasuke lowered his eyes at her and took off without a word, leaving no emotion to be read from his face. She frowned. “A-alright.”
“Yo, Aburame!” Kiba steered her away from Sasuke’s path, oblivious.
Hinata continuing showing up at the training ground every morning and attempted to bring him lunch over the course of the next week with no luck. He avoided her path to and from the training grounds. She wasn’t sure how to feel.
The next week is when she finally gave up. Kiba had started walking her to and from the training grounds to meet with Kurenai, as the Inuzuka compound was just down the street. She only ever saw Sasuke during sporadic moments when their teams would cross, otherwise, he was a ghost. She felt hurt, but understood he would need to bond with his own team just as she was with hers. Perhaps after a few weeks, they might rejoin each other once in a while.
-
But they did not. The most she saw of him in that year was when she awoke to find him in her hospital room, sitting next to her after her take down by Neji in the exams. But as soon as he realized she was awake, he disappeared once more. She wondered if he truly cared enough to check on her.
Then he ran away, and she found herself in the precarious position of wishing her teammate, Kiba, good luck in finding him. She half wished she could join the recovery mission, but understood she would probably just end up holding them back.
-
After several months of watching Naruto suffer with his many failed attempts at finding Sasuke, Hinata was sitting in the Aburame household with Kiba and Akamaru. Shino lectured them about some of his clan history, an assignment from Kurenai for the team to learn more about one another. While Kiba was nearly falling asleep, Hinata sat and listened attentively. Then an idea sparked when Shino started describing the Bikochu. When she proposed the idea, both boys agreed enthusiastically. They had been itching for a bigger mission anyway.
When it was approved and Naruto was placed on their team, Hinata felt like she was really doing something big. She spent the entire mission proving herself to her team and Naruto and reveled in the praise they offered her. Then Naruto screwed up the mission, and it was probably the first time in her life she had felt irritated with the boy. She had done all of this for him.
Oh well. They went on.
-
The day Naruto left to train with Jiraiya for an undisclosed amount of time, Kiba and Shino comforted her as she cried pathetically. She knew it was silly to be so upset. She was happy for him. They would continue their work here, surveilling for the smallest hints of Sasuke.
She wanted Sasuke back for Naruto. But she also wanted Sasuke back for her peace of mind.
-
When Naruto got back, she had fainted. He had grown so tall. His hair was clipped a little shorter, but his eyes were still that beautiful, bright blue that threatened to swallow her whole. When she couldn’t join him on a mission to find Sasuke, she was truly regretful. She only held out a small semblance of hope when she and the rest of the Konoha 11 were recruited to track Itachi. She could finally be of some use. Admittedly, the idea of coming face to face with Itachi terrified her. For many reasons. She only regretted that they could not find Sasuke in time. She heard later that Sasuke had an earth crushing battle with Itachi, and he came out as the victor.
So Itachi was dead. Slain by his brother. Her heart hurt. It burned and contorted. She thought of Hanabi and Neji. Now Sasuke was truly the last Uchiha. How much hurt he was going through right now, she wondered. How terrible it must be to look down at your once beloved older brother, your hero, your inspiration, your light. Only to snuff it out with the draw of a blade.
Sasuke was a living, breathing tragedy.
-
After the battle with Pein and her recovery, she met with her fellow shinobi.
It’s finally come to this.
“We have to kill him.”
Kill Sasuke.
Her childhood friend. It was so very painful to think of him dying by one of their hands. But she understood the need to eliminate him now, better than Naruto or Sakura could. Sasuke's teammates loved him unconditionally. Perhaps she would have understood them better if it had been Kiba, or Shino. But after everything that had happened, she knew they couldn’t allow him to continue his path of destruction. For some reason, after successfully completing his vengeance on Itachi, he turned his anger towards Konoha. They had a duty to protect their village and their people. And now, Sasuke was the threat that must be neutralized.
-
Neji…
The worst day of her life, and Sasuke appeared as if nothing changed. As if he had been fighting alongside them the entire time. As if he wasn’t responsible for his death. As if he was the hero.
No.
Now he was back.
And she wanted him gone.
-
Sasuke had become accustomed to watching the graveyard. He didn’t have much else to do, so he sat in the tallest tree and watched as people came to mourn. Kurenai bouncing a baby on her knee as she spoke to Asuma’s grave. Tsunade bringing flowers to lay on several graves, the last of which was always Jiraiya’s. Shikamaru and Ino came to pay respects to their fathers. Tenten and Lee often came together to visit Neji’s grave. And of course, the Hyūga. They never came as a group, the sisters didn’t even come together. He always caught them separately. But none of them came as often as Hinata did.
She diligently polished his headstone once a week, and brought flowers more often than that. It was usually sunflowers, perhaps because they were in season. Perhaps a nod to her namesake. Whatever it was, she was timely. Every Sunday at 9 am, she brought a cloth and polish. Every Tuesday and Thursday at 10 am, she brought flowers. She only missed the appointments she set for herself when she had a mission.
Sasuke found himself ensuring he was there at those times without fail. He admired the grown Hyūga. Seeing her brought back simpler memories. Before his clan was wiped out, she was his first genuine friend. Then after his clan was wiped out, she continued to be a genuine friend. He wondered at times if things would have been different if he had teamed with her, like he originally told her should happen. The memory brought him mild amusement. She had grown so much, truly a young woman worthy of being called the heiress, even if she no longer was. He watched her fight, and felt a silly sense of pride in her.
But seeing her, day after day, mourn Neji, brought an unfamiliar feeling in his heart. Sympathy? Pity? Remorse? He wasn’t sure. He just knew he didn’t like it. But he also knew, he deserved it. That’s why he kept coming back. And that’s why, when one night as he stood over Itachi’s grave in the Uchiha district and felt her chakra pulse behind him, he felt like he was going crazy. She couldn’t be there…?
“Oh.” Her soft voice called, and he froze. It was her. When her footsteps retreated, he felt compelled.
“Hyūga,” he whispered, and her footsteps ceased. “What is your business here?”
“None,” she replied, simply. Finally, he turned. All he saw was her backside, head hung, and hands balled into fists. “Excuse me.”
He did. He couldn’t bring himself to try to call her back once more. Whatever it was, he would be left wondering.
-
Hinata breathed a shallow breath as she managed to get out of earshot.
She knew it would happen at some point. Try as she might to ensure she would always miss him on his way out when she would come, it was bound to happen that he would catch her. She didn’t think he deserved to know she would regularly come to say a prayer at Itachi’s grave.
“Hello, Lady Hinata!” A kind voice called out and she mustered a smile their way as she made her way through the village. A few more voices greeted her as well until she reached a door adorning the Sarutobi clan symbol. Taking in a deep breath, she gave a soft knock.
“Hold it!” A gruff voice called out and she let a little smile slip. The door came swinging open to reveal the tired face of Shikamaru, a baby slung over his shoulder and an apron on. He looked completely ridiculous. She admired him. “Hinata.”
“Hello, Shikamaru.” She bowed, and he raised his arm, beckoning her in. “Is Kurenai-sensei out?”
“Yeah, clan stuff with Konohamaru. Come on in.”
“Uhm-I don’t think…”
“Too good for me?” Shikamaru smirked and a blush overtook her cheekbones. She shook her head and gave in, stepping inside. “Tea?”
“I’m alright.” She shook her head. “Will Kurenai-sensei be back soon?”
“No clue.” Shikamaru shrugged as Hinata held her arms open for Mirai. “Ah, sweet, would you take her for a minute? Haven’t had a stoge in hours.”
“Yes, of course.” Hinata nodded, looking down at the tired baby. “She looks like she needs a nap, anyway.”
“If you could do that, it’d be great. I’m terrible at getting her to sleep. Troublesome,” he grumbled as he exited the front of the house, the faint click of his lighter in the background. She turned her attention back to the baby and smiled fondly. She had never been a very fussy baby, usually full of life. Shikamaru had probably tired her out on purpose with his shadow jutsu. She loved to chase around his little shadow puppets like a cat to a light. Quietly, she rocked the baby as she made way into her room. A few short minutes and her eyes were fluttering closed, and she could safely set the baby in her crib.
She took a moment to watch her. So peaceful. Unaffected by the war, so far. She knew the poor thing would have some hard truths to learn later, especially about her father and clan, but for now, she was a perfectly content being. Hinata found herself jealous, in a silly way. Some days, she wished she could go back to being a tiny girl, led around by a doting mother and energetic brother. The entire clan indulging her in everything she could possibly want. Her uncle, her father. Simple times.
Her trance was broken by Shikamaru’s noisy entrance. She whipped around when Mirai stirred and hurriedly exited the baby’s room, pulling the door shut behind her gently while shushing him. He looked up and cringed, nodding, mouthing ‘sorry’.
They settled in at the table, Shikamaru taking controlled sips of coffee as he eyed her. She wouldn’t look at him, twiddling her thumbs and smoothing her pants out. He sighed. “What’s on your mind, Hinata?”
“Mm, nothing.” She was a bad liar. He rolled his eyes.
“You came to talk to Kurenai, I assume. I’m here, I’m a pretty good listener.” He shrugged, setting his coffee down. She sighed as well now.
“It’s silly.” She pursed her lips and picked at the edge of one of her nails. “Just burdened with memories.”
“Aren’t we all.” Shikamaru sighed sadly, staring at his coffee. She nodded in agreement. “Neji?”
“Kind of…I went to pray at Itachi’s grave…and Sasuke was there…” He perked an eyebrow.
“It is his property…”
“I know that.” Hinata frowned, finally looking up at him. “I told you, it’s silly.”
“What’s your deal with him?” he inquired, tilting his head. She shrugged and he lowered his eyes. “It’s affecting you for some reason. I wouldn’t be surprised to find out you two were close.” She raised her eyebrows at him, surprised he could work that out so quickly. “Your clans. Both high standing, you probably encountered each other often as children.” He was the smartest of their generation, after all. “Now you’re feeling conflicted about his return. You blame him for what happened to Neji. And you can’t stand to see him.”
She remained silent, eyes growing as she stared at her fingernails. His knack for reading others like they were on full display was eerie. He nodded in understanding.
“I’m not a huge fan of the guy, either, Hinata. But it’s a little unfair to blame Neji’s sacrifice on him.” Her eyes widened further at the way he phrased it. “All that junk with Madara and the Ten Tails, all that was gonna happen with or without him. At least in the end, he was on our side, when it really mattered. I don’t blame him for Asuma’s death or my dad’s. Didn’t Neji always talk about destiny?”
Destiny.
“Yeah. I dunno if all that’s what you wanted to hear, but take of it what you will.” She was somewhat blown away by the way he so effortlessly worked out the situation with the tiniest bit of information. She wondered if it was what she needed to hear. He continued, looking up at the ceiling as if in thought. “We’re all in the process of healing. You need to heal, too. And maybe part of that is forgiving Sasuke. I have.”
-
Sasuke impatiently checked his watch. 9:03 am. She was never late, never. Had she been sent out on a last-minute mission? That would be the only explanation. He tapped his foot as his eyes followed Konohamaru out after visiting the Third and Asuma’s graves. He gave it five more minutes before he let out an aggravated sigh.
Why was he upset? There was no obligation for her to come. Especially not to him. But he hadn’t seen her since he caught her at the Uchiha district, and he thought perhaps, he would conjure the motivation to confront her today. But no appearance was made, and he begrudgingly hopped down into the graveyard. Reluctantly, he bent down and pulled his sleeve over his hand and brushed the accumulated dirt from the top of the headstone. Carefully, he wiped until the headstone was looking more acceptable and his sleeve was brown from cleaning. Then, he jerked up, sharingan activating and spinning. Her chakra.
“Uchiha.”
It took everything he had not to whip around at her voice. Calmly, he turned to see her at the entrance of the cemetery, a rag and polish in hand.
“You’re late.”
“What?” she gasped, stepping backwards. He offered a small smirk without realizing it. She shook her head. “What are you doing?”
“Just saw it got a little dusty.” He shrugged, stepping to the side. She shot him a glare and pushed forward, kneeling in front of the grave.
“Do not pretend you care, Sasuke,” she mumbled, bitterly. He raised his eyebrows down at her, watching as she began her routine.
“That’s harsh, don’t you think?” he asked, sharply. She did not look at him and he frowned, feeling fidgety now. “A little thanks would be nice.”
“I will never thank you.” She stopped her work to look at him, her normally pale eyes turning dark towards him. He almost felt small under her gaze. “Please go.”
“As you wish, Lady Hyūga,” he shot back, choosing to leave her to it. She obviously did not want to talk and he had angered her somehow. She turned back to the headstone without another word and he tapped his foot, feeling stuck in place. He watched as she resumed her normal routine, then bounced his eyes from the stone to her and back. He swallowed thickly before muttering, “I’m-“
“Do NOT.” She raised to her feet instantaneously, as if she was going to attack him. She stomped right up to him until her nose was level with his chin. He looked down at her with wide eyes, willing himself not to step back from her. Her fists trembled and he felt her burn a hole into him. Those eyes.
“Don’t…what?” he asked quietly, furrowing his eyebrows down at her.
“Do not apologize when you do not mean it,” she said, darkly. His chest suddenly felt constricted. “I cannot stand you, Sasuke Uchiha. You left us—you left me, and my brother is dead because of a war you helped instigate. Your pity is the last thing in the world I want.”
Oh.
She didn’t have to say anything more before he quickly opened a portal to his apartment, sealing it behind him swiftly. He fell backwards into the nearest chair and held his fingertips to his temple. He couldn’t believe how harsh her words were, or how much they affected him. He’d been chewed out hundreds of times by hundreds of people, all furious with him for what he’d done. But none of them had hit him like Hinata’s scolding, all except maybe Naruto. And here he was, feeling lost at her stabbing words.
Why care? There’s no point. She hates you now. Let it go.
-
Hinata let a deep breath release, one she hadn’t realized she’d been holding in the entirety of Sasuke’s visit.
Who did he think he was?
She dropped to her knees in front of the stone and let her hands fall into her lap, staring blankly ahead.
Lost was the best way she could describe her feelings. Shikamaru’s words resonated with her, but she couldn’t imagine how she could possibly forgive Sasuke. Especially when he seemed so cocky, so indifferent. It wasn’t fair that he could just return to the village with a slap on the wrist and expect everyone to act like nothing happened. Like he deserved to be there, deserved to command the attention of others. Deserved to command her attention, like when they were young.
Late? What did he mean by late?
Had he been watching her?
She had set a routine for herself, and indeed, she was later than normal today. But that was absolutely none of his business, and the fact that he was keeping tabs on her bothered her. How gross—despicable—to step over the line in that way!
Her eyes darted across the graveyard, up and down. Now she was looking for him. Was he watching her right now? How could she ever feel comfortable coming back now, knowing he was likely watching her from gods know where?
He couldn’t be happy with a pardon, he had to take, take, take.
Now he had taken her semblance of privacy, of peace. This was a sacred place, for people to pay respects to their loved ones, talk to them, meditate, remember, without fear of others judgement. Without worry. He took that from her and it infuriated her. The nerve.
She couldn’t avoid him now. She had to confront him.
-
“S’on your mind, Hina?”
Hinata was jolted from her thoughts by Kiba, mouthful of food, eyeing her suspiciously. She shook her head quickly, looking down at her plate to continue her meal. Shino tilted his head at the pair for a moment before resuming eating as well. Kiba raised an eyebrow, but shrugged off the feeling that something might be wrong and guzzled down some water.
“Missions’ve been slow as hell,” Kiba grumbled as he stabbed a piece of pork on his plate. Shino nodded in agreement.
“It’s kind of nice, I think,” Hinata huffed, staring at her food.
Kiba scoffed. “Yeah, if you like to be bored, I guess.”
“We spent years having no time to be bored,” Shino interjected and Hinata looked up to nod.
“Exactly. Kiba, you should look for some hobbies to occupy your time.” Hinata offered with a small smile. Kiba cinched his eyebrows at the thought. “I like to garden and press flowers. Shino busies himself studying his insects.”
“I also enjoy movies…” Shino murmured, though neither caught it.
“There’s more to life than training and missions.” Hinata tilted her head thoughtfully. Kiba shook his head.
“Eh. Not for me, I guess.” Kiba shrugged, scraping his plate for the last bits of rice. “Come to think of it, I don’t know if I do anything besides eat, sleep, and train.”
“You like to lay in the sun,” Hinata responded quickly. He cocked his head, looking up thoughtfully.
“Hardly a hobby.”
“One might think so.” Hinata’s lips tugged into a smile as she reached into her satchel to pull out some money for their meal. “I’ll pay. Let’s say we four find a nice spot to relax? It’s a beautiful day. What’s that you’ve said before, Kiba? Face the sun because it’s there for us?”
“Huh.” Kiba snorted, pushing his plate away as Akamaru yipped in approval and Shino nodded. “Yeah, alright.”
-
From the pillar of the front gates, Sasuke sat perched on top like a bird, watching citizens and shinobi flow freely in and out of the entrance. He had to admit to some amount of envy. This was as far as he could go, tethered to the damn village via chakra controlled by Kakashi. If he left, everyone would be on top of him within a second. He could leave, if he wanted to. He was powerful enough, even with one arm and a chakra barrier, to take them out and go where he pleased. But that type of behavior was in the past now.
Naruto promised him he would be able to journey again, soon. Months had gone by, and every day, Naruto reassured him. Whether he believed him or not was a different story, but he chose to let it be. For now. Still, being captive in the village allowed him to become painfully acquainted with it once more. He knew the layout like the back of his hand, and the schedules of various people.
Once every two months, Shikamaru would take off for the sand for “diplomatic relations” but undoubtedly also for the purpose of visiting that sister of the Kazekage. Choji seemed to have a similar schedule to go to lightning country. Tenten and Lee would meet at the gates once a week to take off for sparring in the forest. Kiba and Akamaru took off multiple times a week to stroll through the well-worn paths of the land.
The day to day was also fairly mechanical. 10 am, every morning, Ino dutifully opened the Yamanaka flower shop with her mother, except on Sundays. Ayame and Teuchi (whose names he really only knew from the many visits Naruto forced) began setting up Ichiraku’s at 11 am and were open by 12 pm every single day, lest the Hero of the Leaf drop by. Naruto made fairly sporadic rounds every day, but he always made sure to bug Sasuke and Sakura once a day before shadowing Kakashi for the day. Kakashi tended to hide in a bookstore for a few hours at a time midday, where seemingly no one knew he was, but Sasuke did.
Sasuke saw everyone and everything. The amount he was learning was starting to bug him, truth be told. He never imagined he would know the village so intimately. It was irritating.
As he watched on, the familiar voice of Kiba caught his ear, and he craned his neck to see. He frowned when he saw Hinata and Shino surrounding him, Akamaru trotting in front. His loud voice reminded him of Naruto. He wondered what they were up to, possibly to set out on a mission? No, they were dressed casually. He strained his ear and could barely make out Hinata’s tiny voice. Something tugged at his brain, memories of how he had memorized her voice and its softness. He had become a master at being able to hear her in those times.
He raised his eyebrow when she stopped and turned her head, eyes locking with his. Her eyebrows lowered at him, lips pressed into a grim line, and he felt himself shudder slightly. Was she constantly sensing for his chakra signature?
“Hey, what’s up?” Kiba flipped around to look at Hinata, then followed her eyes to where she was looking, but Sasuke had already quietly vanished.
-
“Hinata?” Shino added just before Hinata turned back to her teammates. The serious look on her face made Kiba cringe slightly.
“What’s up, huh?” Kiba looked down at her with concern, but she once again shook her head, like she did earlier. He rolled his eyes. “You don’t have to keep secrets from us, Hinata, y’know?”
“I’m not.” Hinata shook her head once again, leading the three in their walk once more, absentmindedly resting her fingertips on Akamaru’s head.
Was he following her? This was the most she had seen of Sasuke since that fateful battle. He tended to keep to the shadows, so why was she seeing him everywhere now? Of course, she had intruded on his space that time when she visited Itachi’s grave. But she didn’t exactly see the harm in whispering a little prayer for his older brother every once in a while. Because he was buried with the Uchiha, no one ever came to his grave to visit.
But she did. She understood better than many the sacrifice Itachi made for the village, and for Sasuke. She could never imagine being in his position. She would have probably crumbled at the mere suggestion of slaying her clansmen and leaving Hanabi a young orphan. She could never have the will to carry out such an act as Itachi did. But she understood why he did it. And she thought he deserved more recognition for his plight. So she would visit his grave from time to time. Of course, Sasuke would find her there one day, but she didn’t expect to start encountering him so often afterwards.
Neji’s grave. Now here. What was he up to? Was he angry at her for stepping foot on his property? Did he think she was being disrespectful for showing up at Itachi’s grave? Or was he trying to repay the gesture by going to Neji’s? She had been on high alert for him since that Sunday. She had, indeed, been sensing for the pulse of his chakra, so she would not be caught off guard again. So when she felt it so close, she immediately had to stop and find him. How odd for him to be sitting atop the gates, just staring at them. What was he playing at? She silently agreed to herself to seek him out and put this to rest sooner rather than later.
-
As Sasuke meditated in front of Itachi’s grave, he was perturbed to sense a pulse of Hinata’s chakra. Now to wait and see if it gets closer.
He hadn’t meant to catch her attention again, not really. He was doing what he often did anyway.
He popped one eye open as her chakra signature became nearer and nearer. She was coming, with purpose. He chose not to move, instead shutting the eye and resuming looking nonchalant. He still didn’t move when the obvious crunch of the earth under her feet drew near, until it stopped in front of him. She didn’t intimidate him.
“Uchiha.” Simply. He continued ignoring her. Gone were the days of the overly polite byakugan princess. “Why have you been following me?”
Sasuke let a snicker slip, but still kept his eyes closed. “It seems you are following me, Hyūga.”
“No,” she responded hastily. He noted the fluster in her voice. “Neji’s grave, then the gates. You’re watching me.”
“Believe what you must,” he muttered, still not sparing her a glance. He almost smirked at her frustrated huff.
“I haven’t been back to his grave since that day.”
He knew. For the past week, he became well aware of the fact she was no longer visiting the man’s grave. He was sure it was because of him, and did feel some amount of frustration. He had tried to be kind and was rewarded with a berating. Since that day, he had time to reflect on her words, and he chose not to feel guilty. He felt some amount of sympathy for her, as he obviously knew what loss like that felt like, but to take on the blame of Neji’s death was something he refused to do.
“I don’t feel like I have privacy, anymore,” she continued, the frustration in her voice growing. “Everywhere I go, I’m looking for you. Making sure you’re not watching me. But everywhere I go, I sense you in some form or another. Everywhere I go, you’re there. It’s like I cannot escape you anymore.”
He finally opened his eyes to meet hers. The grimace on her face did not suit her. “I will apologize only once, and this is it.” Her eyes went wide at his words. “I am sorry I intruded on your time at his grave. I will not continue to do so. But I will not apologize for his death.”
He watched as her face slowly morphed from one of anger to one of grief. Her hands relaxed from balled up fists, and her shoulders slumped. “He was killed right before you got there, Sasuke.”
The lack of anger in her voice surprised him, and he frowned at the way his heart skipped slightly.
Do not pay her any pity.
“I-If you had…gotten there sooner…” Her voice was wet now and he shifted uncomfortably. Why was she telling him this?
“So this is about me not getting there in time?” he whispered, glaring up at her. Quickly, she wiped at her face and shook her head, beginning to make way for the exit.
“Forget it,” she mumbled, and he felt the urge to call her back.
“—wait.”
It froze her in her tracks, though she did not mean for it to. She slowly turned to face his black eyes, having risen to his feet before she could leave.
“Why do you come here?” he asked, quietly. She swallowed, leaving a pause after his question to collect her thoughts.
“I come to pay respects to Itachi,” she whispered, letting the eye contact between them linger before glancing at his head stone. “He…was like a brother to me, as well, Sasuke. I grieve him.”
Sasuke felt something in his stomach he hadn’t felt in quite a while. Something like his insides were unknotting, but his heart rate was quickening. It was making him feel sick. Finally, he turned away from her and concluded their interaction, “I regret Neji’s death. A loss for many.”
With those words, silence filled the space between them for a few moments before he heard Hinata’s quiet footsteps begin and then slowly fade. When he could no longer sense her chakra, he let out a breath he did not know he was holding. He wondered why speaking with her felt impossibly difficult. Perhaps it was because she was not so easily shaken off by his silence. Most people would give up on talking to him after being ignored the first time. But she didn’t, just like when they were kids.
Maybe it was because he felt connected to her more than he did most in the village.
Maybe he mourned their friendship.
Maybe he missed her.
-
Hinata, Kiba, Akamaru, and Shino strolled through a field of flowers, Kiba attempting to look interested as Hinata identified different flowers and their individual meanings according to lore. Though it didn’t look it, Shino was the one finding it interesting. After their brief conversation about finding hobbies, Hinata and Shino were attempting to connect Kiba with some of their hobbies. Today was Hinata’s turn, the boys joining her to look at flowers and pick a few to press.
If Kiba was honest, he was bored out of his mind. But she looked so happy, he chose not to complain this time. Maybe next time.
“Oh!” Both stopped as her voice raised. “Hibiscus is in bloom!” She beamed up at the two before kneeling down next to a small patch of them. She took a long sniff before beckoning them near. Kiba let out a tired sigh as he obliged, and Shino kneeled in front of her. “These are my favorite flowers,” she explained, carefully running her fingertips over the petals. “Their meaning is ‘gentle’.”
“Gentle, huh?” Kiba snorted, staring at the flower in front of her. “Makes sense for you, I guess. Gentle fist?”
“Oh.” She giggled, glancing at Kiba briefly. “I never thought about it that way…”
“They’re nice.” Shino dug his thumbnail into the stem and plucked it, holding it up. Hinata tilted her head at him. “To press, later.” She nodded with a smile as he tucked it into his breast pocket.
The group carried on shortly after as the sun began to hang lower and lower in the sky. Suddenly, Hinata couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched once again. She focused some chakra and quietly activated her byakugan for a brief moment. She saw nothing except her teammates, and frowned. She must be becoming paranoid.
“Somethin’ wrong?” Kiba chimed in, inhaling deeply next to her. She shook her head quickly and deactivated her dōjutsu. Kiba frowned at her obvious lie. “Yeah, there is, Hina. You’ve been weird for the past few days.” Hinata leaned away from his accusatory tone and glanced Shino’s way, who was giving a short nod of agreement. “What’s going on? We can help.”
“Uhm…” Hinata pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, looking away from Kiba’s questioning gaze. She folded her arms behind her back and let out a small sigh. “I’ve just been a little out of it…”
“No shit.” Kiba rolled his eyes, stepping uncomfortably closer. “Somethin’ with Naruto?”
“No!” Hinata replied immediately, bringing her eyes up to meet his at this. “No, not Naruto.”
“We should just go kick his ass.” Kiba chuckled, shooting Shino a look. “Make him finally wake up.”
“Kiba, no—“ She frowned, darting her eyes between the two as she waved her hands in front of her. “I’m just readjusting to the new normal…” She slumped her shoulders, turning her head away again. “Sometimes I think of Neji…and it just sort of…” She trailed off, eyes falling to the ground. She relaxed finally when she felt herself being enveloped from either side and allowed herself to be held.
“S’alright,” Kiba muttered and she chose to take his word for it.
It’s alright.
-
When Sasuke went crashing to the ground, Naruto gave him an incredulous look.
“The hell’s going on?” he accused, holding his hand out for his friend. Sasuke ignored the help and got to his feet himself, rolling his eyes. “I can’t usually land a hit on you that fast. Somethin’ on your mind?”
“Being stuck in this damn village…” Sasuke mumbled, turning away from Naruto. Naruto’s shoulders sagged at the statement. Not a day went by when he wasn’t reminded that Sasuke was itching to leave.
“Why’re you in such a hurry to leave the place we almost died to protect, huh?” Naruto asked, sadness behind his words. Sasuke shook his head.
“You see how I’m received here, Naruto.” Sasuke finally looked at him. “I’m hated. We protected this village, and that was all I wanted. I didn’t want to stay.”
“Just…give it some time, will you?” Sasuke heaved an aggravated sigh, turning around once more. “I promise it’s in the works. But for now, just enjoy relaxing, y’know? Sakura’s putting together a get together for all of us, the Konoha 11, 12, 13—ahh whatever it is! Tomorrow night, it’d be good if you came. Let everyone see you’re just a normal guy.”
“Normal—” Sasuke scoffed, beginning to walk away. “Right.”
“Hey!” Naruto called in a deflated tone, but Sasuke chose to ignore it.
A party. The last thing he wanted to go to. That was also part of the reason he didn’t want to stay. If he stayed, it gave the idiot every opportunity to drag him around to whatever event he wanted to. It also gave Sakura endless chances to try to catch him when she wasn’t in the hospital. While he cared for Sakura and wanted to make things right with her, her presence was overbearing, and he found himself itching to get away from her. And then there was the matter of the others…a party meant all of his academy classmates would be there…including…
Yes, a party was the exact last thing he wanted to attend.
Another exasperated sigh left him as Naruto caught up, swinging an arm around his shoulders. “C’mon, let’s go to Ichiraku’s!”
As the two walked through the village, Naruto incessantly rattling off in Sasuke’s ear, his mind was elsewhere.
If you had gotten there sooner…
Damn her.
“Oh-hey!! Hinata!” Sasuke was torn from his thoughts as panic gripped his chest. He shot his eyes up to find the dark haired woman fiddling with an article of clothing outside a stand. Their eyes immediately met and he took a moment before turning away.
“Naruto, how nice to see you.” She had taken her eyes from his as well, choosing to engage with Naruto directly. “Seems you’ve been quite busy with Lord Hokage.”
“Ah, yeah, I guess. Kakashi’s actually gone a lot.” Naruto snorted, dragging Sasuke by the shoulders towards her. “You coming to the party tomorrow?”
“Uhm—indeed.” Hinata bowed shortly, Sasuke finally taking a moment to eye her. Her voice was absent of that stutter she could never seem to control around Naruto when they were younger. She also wasn’t blushing. How strange. “Sakura invited myself and team 8 earlier today. Will…” Her eyes faltered towards Sasuke before returning to Naruto. “…you, and Sasuke be there?”
“You know it!” Naruto beamed, slapping Sasuke on the back with an open palm, causing him to wince away. “Sweet, we’ll see you then. Hey-we were just going to Ichiraku’s, you wanna come?”
“Oh, no.” Hinata shook her hands in front of her face. “I would never imagine imposing. Please, enjoy your meal.” With that, she broke off into a speed walk past them, avoiding Naruto’s grinning yet questioning look.
“Huh, wonder what’s up with her,” Naruto mused briefly before immediately launching into a new topic. “Anyway-so almost every day, Kakashi-sensei disappears for like four hours…”
Sasuke looked over his shoulder to find her figure already gone. He frowned, wondering what she might be thinking. Was she dreading it like he was?
-
“I never get to go do the cool stuff,” Hanabi huffed on Hinata’s bed as Hinata fretted over her hair. Hinata swung her head around to offer her little sister a sympathetic smile. “Elder sister! Don’t make fun of me!” she grumbled as she crossed her arms in a pout.
“I’m not,” she said, simply, turning back to her reflection.
“Naruto will be there.” Hanabi wiggled her eyebrows at Hinata’s reflection in the mirror, for which Hinata simply chuckled, shaking her head. “What, don’t tell me you don’t like him anymore!”
“Hmm.” Hinata twisted her lips to the side. She truly loathed that she had been so transparent about her affections for the boy, especially since her feelings for him had dissipated greatly since the conclusion of the war. When he never returned her, she was finally able to let go of the fantasy of a future with him. She was actually quite proud of herself in how she was handling it, feeling like she was truly becoming her own person outside of Naruto’s influence. Shaking from her thoughts, she returned her smile to her little sister. “Perhaps you should seek out your classmates and have a little party? I’m sure Kurenai-sensei would be happy to host you if both you and Konohamaru ask.”
“Konohamaru?” Hanabi stuck out her tongue in mock disgust. Hinata giggled, gently nudging her sister off her bed to exit with her. “He’s so annoying, elder sister…that stupid sexy jutsu…”
“He learned that one from Naruto.” Hinata laughed softly as she guided her sister out of the room. “Well, Kiba and Shino are probably waiting for me, so I should go.” Hanabi sighed dramatically, eliciting another laugh from the older sister. “Let me know how the party goes.”
-
Sasuke watched with irritation as the loud voice of Kiba boomed through the room, calling everyone’s attention to the team that held the one person he wished to avoid. His eyes glanced from Kiba, to Shino, then landed on Hinata. For once, she looked joyful. A smile was on her features, and it brought him a sense of calm, one that he knew would immediately be wrecked when she would notice him. That smile was destined to fall. The call for attention was the perfect opportunity for him to shrink back into the shadows of the house, attempt to hide.
He could leave if he wanted to. Nothing was forcing him to be there, really, except his obligation to Naruto. But Naruto was busy getting fairly wasted, and he knew this would be his opportunity to slip out. But Sakura’s watchful eye would likely trail him. He could already see the events play out: Sakura would complain to Naruto, and in a drunken fit cause a scene for all the behold. No, that certainly wasn’t worth sneaking away. He would just do his best to avoid the Hyūga.
So he kept an eye on her. Watched as she so effortlessly socialized. She truly was a grown woman, one that did not stutter or falter. He had to admit he didn’t think of her much when he was on his journey of vengeance. Sure, when he reminisced on Konoha, he thought of her occasionally. He wondered if she was still there, or if she had succumbed to battle at some point. He remembered her being weak, only beginning to improve when he sparred with her.
After they were split into different teams, however, he pushed her away. To him, there was no point in maintaining any sort of relation with her if he had no obligation to do so. At the time, his one goal was becoming stronger, and if he was going to do that, he had to focus on himself and his training with Kakashi. He had no time for her, and certainly didn’t feel guilty about it. So he figured she probably continued her journey of weakness and likely didn’t amount to much.
But when he saw her on the battlefield after releasing the infinite Tsukuyomi, he was surprised to find a capable kunoichi fending off the last of the white zetsu, and tending to the wounded. Seeing her had brought back a flood of memories, both pleasant and unpleasant. If he was honest with himself, he had mostly forgotten her. But before him was a lengthy-haired, toned, fully developed woman. And it had him wondering what kind of woman she had become.
In this crowd of people, she was a completely different person than he had remembered. No more quiet, polite greetings. No more cringing away when someone approached. No more shying away from conversation. Perhaps her teammates had done her some good, personality-wise. He wondered if they helped her become stronger, too. Something about her spending so much time with that damn Inuzuka bothered him. Maybe it was because he seemed so much like Naruto. Maybe it was because of how touchy he seemed to be with her. Even now, the idiot had his arm around her, as if they were…together?
No, couldn’t be. She would never lower her standards to someone like a dog user.
Right?
His lips down-turned into a visible frown, involuntarily. “What’s eating you, Sasuke?” He let a tired sigh escape at the sound of his teammates voice before shaking his head, responseless. Sakura poked her finger against his chest. “C’mon, lighten up a little! It’s a party. Here-“ She shoved a small ochoko filled with sake into his chest, causing him to instinctively lift to grab it. “-loosen up. Have fun!”
“When has Sasuke ever been one to have fun?” Kiba interjected from a short distance away. Sakura’s distracting nature forced Sasuke to lose track of the team, and to his dismay, Kiba had been guiding them closer and closer. His eyes landed on Hinata, who visibly stiffened. Naruto snorted next to him.
“Righ’?” He was slurring, clearly more intoxicated than was for his own good.
“He just needs a little shove,” Sakura chirped, trying to force his hand holding the ochoko to his lips. Sasuke shook his head, setting it down next to him.
“Stop trying to get me drunk, Sakura,” he said, bitterly, “I’m only here to keep Naruto from having a fit.”
“Aw,” Kiba continued to put himself into the conversation, much to the discomfort of both Sasuke and Hinata.
“Uhm-I’ll fetch us some drinks,” Hinata chimed in, hurriedly excusing herself from the group. Sasuke watched as her teammates nodded at her before turning their attention back to them.
“How’s Akamaru?” Naruto asked casually, allowing Sasuke to quietly back away from the group as the subject of himself was changed. He glanced around the room, no longer able to find Hinata.
Good. It was better this way.
-
Hinata stood in front of the refreshment table, staring absentmindedly. She was trying to find some reason to be away from her team, but was struggling to find one. She wasn’t particularly close with anyone besides Kiba and Shino, certainly not Choji or Lee, who were occupying themselves with their own teams. She debated trying to join Shikamaru with his team, knowing she could possibly bring up the subject of Mirai. She broke her trance to scan the room and found herself disappointed to see Shikamaru arguing with Ino. Not a great time to try to interject herself.
While she loved her teammates, Kiba’s knack for getting them into situations she didn’t want to be in was irritating, to say the least. For someone with such good senses, her discomfort was never one he seemed to sense in situations like these. Slowly, she poured a few drinks, trying to buy time for Kiba to hopefully redirect his attention somewhere that didn’t have Sasuke. She glanced up to see if they were still conversing, and while they were, she couldn’t seem to see Sasuke. He probably retreated like she did. She breathed a small sigh of relief as she gathered two waters for herself and Shino as well as a beer for Kiba.
Reluctantly, she rejoined her team, offering the drinks. Kiba grinned as he took the beer. “Thanks, Hinata!”
“Hey, Hinata-“ Naruto stumbled towards her, causing her to take a cautious step back. The stench of alcohol wafted into her face, causing her to wince. His words were slurred. “Yeah, about that day. Y’know, that day that you-uh-you got stabbed by Pein-“
“Naruto…” Sakura interrupted with a warning tone as Hinata’s face began to heat up.
“Wha? I’m just tryna-just y’know-like-“ Naruto’s words became jumbled as he scratched the top of his head. Kiba gave him a warning shove to the shoulder.
“Now’s probably not the best time, buddy.” Kiba’s voice wasn’t questioning, but serious. Hinata cleared her throat before things went any farther, causing all to lay eyes on her.
“Uhm—Naruto. Please. Don’t worry about it.” All except Naruto’s mouths went agape. “Perhaps another time we can speak…privately. But for now, know everything is perfectly alright.”
Naruto barked a laugh at this, causing everyone to look at him with worry. He stumbled towards Hinata again before patting her on the head. “You-you’re a good girl, Hinata.”
“Oh for the love of—come on! You’re going home!” Sakura roughly grabbed Naruto’s arm.
“Awww-no Sakura!” Naruto whined as she attempted to drag him. “It just started!”
“And you made the mistake of getting wasted so quickly!” Sakura’s voice could be heard berating him as they disappeared behind the front door. Kiba chuckled as he turned his attention back to his team, catching Hinata’s concerned expression.
“Forget about that idiot.” Kiba offered good-naturedly. Hinata knew he had good intentions, but still felt conflicted by the events that just unfolded. This was why Hinata chose not to partake in alcohol. She glanced to the side just in time to find Sasuke stepping through one of his portals, obviously using the chance to escape the small party. Suddenly, it became even smaller without the famed team 7, but now she felt as though she could finally relax. With that, she offered a smile up at her teammates and nodded.
-
“What the hell was that?” Sasuke asked Sakura quietly as she shut the door to Naruto’s apartment. She looked up in surprise to find him there, then winced at his brash tone.
“Hell if I know…” Sakura sighed, eyes falling to the ground.
“You do know,” Sasuke said, pointedly. She wrinkled her nose and averted her eyes. “Sakura.”
“Hinata…confessed, I suppose you might say, her love to Naruto when Pein attacked.” Sakura’s shoulder drew back as she lifted to meet Sasuke’s gaze. He lifted his eyebrows expectantly, feeling that awful sense of knotting in his stomach that seemed to only happen when he thought of Hinata. “Then Pein nearly killed her. And then…he really didn’t speak to her after that. But—it was because he was busy, right?” Sakura looked at him as if he had the answer. Sasuke remained quiet. “Anyway…since things have calmed down, it’s kind of been eating at him. He wanted to tell her he didn’t see her that way.”
“Idiot,” Sasuke huffed, averting his eyes now.
“I guess the alcohol brought it out of him. Thankfully he didn’t get far, what a humiliating time to try to do that!”
Sasuke had to agree. Since they were young, he knew of Hinata’s affection for the lovable idiot. He thought it was a waste of time, to pine after someone, especially someone like Naruto. But to hear that she still harbored those feelings for so long…and then to confess them, only to be ignored…it wasn’t something Sasuke found particularly enjoyable to think about. Maybe when he was younger, he would have found some sick amusement of the ordeal. But at this age, after everything, he just felt…pity.
“Anyway…” Sakura sighed, folding her arms. “I should probably get back to the party I’m supposed to be hosting.”
“You should.” Sasuke nodded, turning on his heel before she could respond.
“You’re not going—“ Before she could finish, he was already walking through a new portal.
-
To both their relief, neither had encountered the other for some weeks. Hinata had finally started relaxing again, and even felt refreshed to return to the Leaf after a particularly long mission. The following day, she had visited both of her teammates living quarters to see if they’d like to join her for a picnic but found them both to be busy.
No matter. She was quite used to alone time, anyway.
Fate had different plans, though, it seemed. Just as she had settled in to begin eating her packed bento, she heard the boisterous voice of Naruto in the distance. If Naruto was near, that probably meant…
She quickly began packing her things in the hope of escaping an encounter, but they approached as quickly as she had heard them, and soon, Naruto zoned in on her. It was sick irony that only now would Naruto openly try to engage with her when her feelings for him had since passed.
“Oi-Hinata!”
“Ah.” Hinata carefully set her things back down before lifting her eyes to meet those of Naruto—and Sasuke. “Hello Naruto…Sasuke.”
“Lunch?” Naruto asked playfully as he fell on his butt next to her, on the blanket. Sasuke leered off to the side, attempting to project indifference. Hinata nodded shortly. “Well, since you’re here, I just—I wanted to say sorry, about the other night.”
“Please, Narut-“
“No, seriously.” Naruto sat up straight, grabbing her by the shoulder. “I ruined the night, and it was the wrong time to address that.”
“And now…is the right time?” Hinata glanced up at Sasuke for a moment before looking back at Naruto. Naruto followed her eyes and then let out a chuckle, shaking his head.
“This bastard doesn’t give a damn about any of that, don’t worry about him.” He moved his hand from her shoulder and pointed at Sasuke, who continued to look in the distance. “Anyway, Hinata, you’re really great, and you deserve someone really great that can treat you amazing.” Hinata felt heat creep over her cheeks at the comment. “You deserve the world, Hinata. I’m an idiot—” She opened her mouth to object, and he waved his hand. “I can’t give it to you. There’s someone out there that’s gonna treat you right, like a princess.” The heat quickly spread to her neck. “Someone other than me.”
“I—I understand, Naruto.” Hinata nodded, unsure of how to respond to that declaration. Naruto nodded back.
“You’re great,” he reassured, reaching to squeeze her forearm, “you’ll find someone just as great.”
She pressed her lips in a line, nodding. She had no clue how to continue, especially with Sasuke’s cool demeanor sneering near them.
“Shit! What time is it?” Naruto asked suddenly, patting his pockets down as if searching for something. “I’m supposed to meet Kakashi at 2!”
“It’s 2:10,” Hinata replied gently, causing him to shoot to his feet.
“Damn! Gotta go!”
And there it was. Suddenly, they found themselves alone together. Again. How was it this was happening so often?
Hinata nervously fidgeted with the bento, deciding the best approach would be to pretend he wasn’t there. Then maybe he would leave. She stole a quick glance towards him as he stared out towards the landscape before beginning her lunch. When she heard his footsteps start to retreat, something forced her to stop him.
“Sasuke.”
Why? Why was she recalling him? What possessed her to do it?
He had been on her mind every day. The weeks had given her plenty of time to reflect on Shikamaru’s words. Maybe he was right. Maybe the only way to heal was to forgive Sasuke. Then, maybe, she could move forward.
-
Sasuke stopped at her beckoning, involuntarily. He didn’t want to stop, but something forced him to. Her voice…strangely, he had missed it in the weeks they hadn’t seen one another.
Foolish thoughts.
He turned to face her with a questioning brow, glancing down at the bento in her hands. Just seeing it brought a flood of memories. The bentos she would bring him. He found himself wondering if her cooking had improved. It must have.
“Sit.” She waved her hand towards herself without looking at him directly. He paused. “Please.”
Reluctantly, he took a seat on the ground next to her blanket, not coming too close. Why he was indulging her, he wasn’t sure. Something tugged at the back of his mind. Again, he didn’t know what. He watched her with an intent, unbreaking stare, observing every single movement. Every twitch of her lips, straining of her forehead, quickened breathing. What was she up to?
“Here.” She held the bento out for him to take. He could simply stare, feeling immobilized by the gesture. Was she really recreating a moment from their childhood? She pushed it further towards him until it was practically in his lap. “I made three…but Kiba and Shino could not join me.”
Of course.
But curiosity would get the better of him and he let out a small sigh as he grasped the container. “What are you up to, Hyūga?”
“Healing,” she said, simply, still refusing to look at him as she dug through her pack for a second container. He blinked at her comment, wondering what she meant. Why did she have to be vague? Is this how people felt around him?
“Is that right? Healing?” he repeated, slowly taking the lid off the bento. He swallowed as he took in the contents. Two onigiri, carefully wrapped in a delicate lattice pattern, tomagoyaki sprinkled with a mix of herbs and sesame seeds, and sliced, salted tomato. The sight brought him back to his academy days. He looked back up at her.
Did she always pack such considerate lunches for her teammates? The idea almost made him feel bitter. How those two idiot teammates of hers ended up with the most thoughtful kunoichi of their generation, he didn’t know.
In silence, he tasted her cooking for the first time in nearly a decade. And he was right, she had gotten better. The tomato was good, because it was difficult to mess up a sliced tomato. The onigiri was filled with tuna and tasty. The tomagoyaki…
“Your tomagoyaki has improved.”
-
Déjà vu.
Ten-year-old Hinata would have been elated at the compliment. She would have admired him as he ate, well and truly pleased he was eating her cooking. She would have thanked him profusely and promised to bring him another the next day.
But the comment stirred something different in her.
“Oh?” she asked, innocently, focusing her eyes on her own food. He simply grunted agreement as he continued eating.
Several silent moments passed when he put the lid back on the bento and set it next to him, and she finished in a similar time frame. Then, the hard part. Where to go from here?
She wanted to scold him. She wanted to ask him what he was thinking. She wanted to tell him how much he hurt her, and everyone else. She wanted to guilt the ever-loving heck out of him.
But she knew it was pointless. Most of all, she wanted peace in her mind.
“I forgive you, Sasuke.”
The words hung in the warm summer air, unmovable. Finally, she raised her head to look at him, but found his gaze back out in the distance once more. He was always incredibly difficult to read. It was the first time since he had been back she could get a good, hard look at his face. His features were sharper, his baby fat around his cheeks gone. His eyelids hung low, and his bangs covered a good portion of his face. But she could see it, that flash of purple behind part of his hair. The rinnegan. She had only seen it on her enemies, so the sight of it on him made her shudder slightly.
“Scared of me?” He broke the silence, but still didn’t look at her.
Without moving, she breathed, “of course not.”
“Missed me, then?”
The words caught her off guard.
Missed…him?
-
The words left his mouth before he could stop them.
What was coming over him? It was completely out of character for his responses to be anything but calculated.
No matter. He could still turn this into what would seem like a calculated move. He took in a deep breath before flicking his eyes towards her, her face down looking at into her lap. She didn’t respond.
“It would make sense if you did…you were always a fool.”
The quiet gasp that left her lips forced a smirk out of him.
“Rude as always,” she finally managed to respond, and it forced a chuckle out of him. Calling him out, something she’d never dare to do before. But it was a welcome change, he thought. And for the first time, their eyes met. He took the opportunity to examine hers. That milky, lavender standard of the Hyūga clan. He took her features in further; pale, smooth skin, just a hint of red on her cheekbones; thin, pink lips, parted for air; little, pointed nose.
Wait, what was he doing?
“Of course…I missed you, Sasuke.”
The confession threw him off guard now. He shot his eyes back up to meet hers, furrowing and lowering his eyebrows. Her expression was soft and genuine and it made his head feel clouded, a feeling he loathed. What was she trying to do?
“I missed you after we were assigned our teams…” she continued, hesitantly breaking eye contact to look back down at her food container. The statement stirred something in him, and he looked away as well.
He remembered the day. He remembered feeling a silly sense of betrayal. It was the one of many moments to come that would drive him to leave the village.
“I missed you after you deserted the village.”
He gritted his teeth.
“I missed you after I found out…Itachi…”
Each comment drove him further. To what? He didn’t know. And then he noted the warmth of her arm against his, causing him to look at her again, now only able to see the top of her head as she sat so close to him, they were touching. Instinctively, he flinched away from her, but when she didn’t falter, he relaxed, slightly.
“I hated you. And I missed you.”
The words wrapped around his heart like a rope.
-
They slipped out before she knew what she was saying. All she knew was that with every comment, her heart felt lighter and lighter. The knots in her stomach loosened more and more. Gradually, she had scooted closer to him until they were right next to each other, and it brought her an odd sense of calm to feel him close to her. Like when they were kids, seeking comfort in one another during inter-clan events. It made her feel safe, for the first time in a while. Like a kid again. She wondered how he felt, despite his tense position.
Then he spoke.
Simply—
“Sorry.”
The modest statement sent her heart into a beating frenzy. Sasuke didn’t apologize. Never.
His arm, in what felt like an unsure move, wrapped around her shoulders and she allowed her head to rest against the crook of his neck.
It had been so long.
She repeated those words. Because she needed to.
For her.
And for him.
“I forgive you.”
…
“Thank you.”
-
For fifteen minutes they sat in silence, both lost deep in thought, but still sitting linked together. Then, Sasuke moved away from her and wordlessly got to his feet. She didn’t bother to look up at him, knowing he was leaving, and he did. He didn’t portal away this time, though, instead choosing to use the walk home as a way to clear his head.
Hinata.
How did she always manage to have this effect on him?
No one could tap into his psyche quite like she could. Her empathy was all encompassing, even now. After everything that had happened, she was still there. For him. That bento represented so much more than he realized. It represented a part of his childhood that he clung to after the slaughter of his clan. The only bit of normalcy to his life thereafter. To relive that moment made him feel young again. Innocent again.
So why? Why did she continue to go out of her way for him? To bring him that sense of normalcy?
He deserved nothing. Less than nothing. She deserved to punch him, kick him, seal all of his chakra points as he knew she could from a young age. He deserved to feel guilt and misery. She deserved to take vengeance on him.
He did not deserve forgiveness.
And yet, he craved it from her. Her forgiveness was not something he realized he needed so much until she had said it out loud, and sent electricity through his body, as if he had been struck by his own Chidori.
She forgave him.
When Sasuke arrived in his apartment, he proceeded to immediately take a cold shower.
-
She decided that she had in fact missed him. And she decided, she did forgive him. Shikamaru was right, as always.
As Hinata walked back to the Hyūga compound, she felt a lightness in her step she hadn’t felt since before the war. It reminded her of how she felt when she would walk home with Sasuke after he had finally begun indulging her company again. Accepted.
She couldn’t describe what it was exactly that drew her to Sasuke. She had to reason it was their past. Their time as little children, running around each other’s clan homes, sitting for dinner with one another, making up new games and throwing wooden shuriken and kunai at the other. He was one of the few people in the village that could understand her, understand the pressures she faced to be the best. He had, after all, been her world, at one time. Not in the same way he had been Sakura and Ino’s world. In a way that just made her feel safe. Safe from the outer world.
Always trying to live up to some standard set by a group of old, tradition-laden shinobi. Never being good enough, but always trying. She recalled with fondness one day in the Academy, prior to the Uchiha massacre, she was crying off to the side of the schoolyard as she attempted to re-bandage a fresh wound from her training session the day prior with her father. Back then, a sweet, dough-eyed boy had taken her into his arms and gently took over the task, soothing her with soft words of comfort. What they were, she couldn’t remember now. She just remembered feeling so deeply grateful to have someone who understood, and did not think her weak.
And that boy, who had told her to be happy. Told her she could be happy, as long as she was with him.
We’re happy.
And suddenly, an alarmingly loud voice in her head.
Not just one voice, but two. Hers and Sasuke’s. Yelling it—screaming it to the stars—for each other.
For their comfort. Whether it actually could be or not. It didn’t matter, because—
They were happy. No matter what, they could be.
They could be happy, as long as they had each other.
Perhaps having him back wasn’t such a bad thing.
Perhaps it would be a good thing.
-
Perhaps this is where redemption starts.
Perhaps with one who had been there from the start.
Perhaps her forgiveness was enough, for now.
-
Hinata, now feeling comfortable once more, fell back into her schedule of visiting Neji’s grave. Every few days, dutifully. And she added Itachi’s grave to her schedule now, as well.
Today, as she stepped through the gates of the graveyard, she was met with a head of black hair in front of her brother’s grave. A head of black hair she was beginning to recognize on sight.
“I was just going.”
Hinata followed his figure as he climbed to his feet, turning towards her as she stood with a bottle of polish and a rag, ready for her routine. He couldn’t seem to look at her as he tried to walk past her, but she managed to force herself to clear her throat with intention.
“Stay, won’t you?”
Her words seemed to freeze him. She clenched the items in her hands harder as she waited his response. The fact he stopped was clear indication, to her at least, that he was listening. That he actually cared about what came out of her mouth. And that was enough. Finally, he peered over his shoulder at her to gauge her. She looked at him expectantly, unwilling to back down.
“If…you don’t mind. I wanted to visit big brother Itachi’s grave after this.”
The title seemed to strike something in him, as he flinched just so. But she had been calling him that since they were children. Neji had been her brother, and Itachi had as well. He had been sweet to her, took care of her when they were children. She had stopped thinking of him in such a way when the massacre happened. Then…when the truth was revealed, she went back to thinking of him as her older brother. Because he always had been. He had protected her, cared for her. And now, she couldn’t think of him as anything less than a brother. Sasuke seemed to take note.
“Oh?” he questioned, quietly. He hadn’t heard someone else call him brother since… “Alright.”
Quietly, he kneeled back down in front of the grave and watched as she diligently polished the stone. She had a rhythm she never seemed to break, starting from the top left, down right.
“I always leave his name for last,” she whispered as she carefully pulled the rag across the engraved name. Neji Hyūga. He raised his eyebrows at the remark, but did not respond. Placing the rag and polish down, she settled into a lotus position and closed her eyes.
-
He watched with interest, a different angle than he had seen before of her work.
Elegant was the only way he could put it. She just seemed elegant in all of her movements.
He remembered her as a clutz. Tripping over herself if she felt like she was in someone’s way. Stuttering over every single word, no matter who she was talking to. Fainting at the smallest sign of affection from the idiot. She was nothing short of a mess.
She didn’t stop surprising him. When she finished her quiet prayer, he watched as she lifted to her feet and turned to him. He eyed her offering hand and couldn’t will himself not to take it. Normally, he’d scoff at the gesture, look away, mutter an insult, pull himself up. But this time, he took her hand. Because he wanted to know what it felt like.
For whatever reason, he expected it to feel soft and smooth. But he was greeted with just the opposite. Bony and calloused. He couldn’t help but glance at it. Stubby fingernails, cuts and bruises, part of it bandaged. It wasn’t very elegant at all, especially not for someone so…honored. But very normal for…a shinobi. No shinobi had pretty hands. Even her.
He found himself admiring her hand for a moment too long when he realized she was tugging it away. He cleared his throat as he dropped her hand and began walking away with the expectation she follow. As they approached the gates of the graveyard, he realized he didn’t want to risk running into Naruto walking through the village. He also didn’t care to invite questioning stares from the village people. So he drew open a portal, and stepped through it, eyes looking at her expectantly. He couldn’t stop a smirk at her worried gaze, instead choosing to grasp her wrist and tug her in against her will. But her will wasn’t so strong right now, and she stepped in easily. They found themselves at the Uchiha district, a short distance from Itachi’s lone grave.
-
Seemed he had taken her up on her offer to visit his brothers grave. She was never sure with Sasuke, whether he would rudely reject her, or silently accept her. But here they were, stepping through a portal of his making.
The sensation of being in one place and instantly be transported over a kilometer away was…shocking, to say the least. She needed a moment to adjust to her surroundings as she glanced up at the sun above them, finding it in its exact position as it was before they entered the portal.
How strange.
Some might find it frightening.
She wasn’t sure if she did.
Wordlessly, she joined his side as they took a few short steps to the grave. This time, she kneeled in front of the grave, setting her supplies next to her before looking up at him. He didn’t seem to want to sit.
“Would it be okay if I polished his headstone?”
To this, he was silent for a moment. She wondered if it offended him.
“Don’t bother.”
She frowned, but nodded regardless, knowing it was wholly out of her place to push such a subject. She returned her attention to the headstone.
-
He watched with his hand resting against his opposing hip, interested to see how her interactions with his brother’s grave would differ from her own brothers. She was silent, but her head was bowed, eyes shut.
No prayer for his brother, he supposed.
A few silent moments, and she raised her head. He hadn’t taken his eyes off of her.
“I remember…”
Reminiscing?
“One of your clansmen, just a small boy, grazed my arm with a wooden shuriken.”
He listened silently, attempting to recall the moment.
“Your family was hosting a pre-Rinne Festival celebration. It was an accident, I knew, but I cried. Because I always cried.”
Indeed.
“Itachi appeared in front of me, I had no idea he was even there. He swooped me up with the softest embrace I had ever felt and took me to the kitchen to tend to me.”
Hmm.
“I felt better the moment he took me. I begged him not to be angry with the boy. He told me he wasn’t. He told me I had a good heart.”
Sounds like Itachi.
“Later, while the boy was receiving reprimand, I couldn’t muster the courage to intervene…to try to help him. But…but Itachi did.”
Ah, yes. I do remember this.
“I miss him.”
“So do I.”
His mouth felt dry. Why did he return the sentiment to her? He was punished with her shocked eyes raising to meet his. How had she rendered him unable to breathe? Some sort of genjutsu?
In what felt like a second, she had stood up and quickly wrapped her arms around his middle. He almost stumbled. Almost.
-
She wondered if he even realized how transparent he was at that moment. The moment he uttered those words, she looked up to find his face contorted with something dangerously close to grief. Forehead creased, eyes low, lips taut in a frown. The urge to embrace him compelled her, much like she assumed it compelled Itachi. To care for others.
As if he might disappear again, she locked her arms around him by grabbing her left wrist with her right hand, pulling him closer. The fact that he tensed under her grip didn’t bother her. She rested her head against his chest and held on. Like her life depended on it.
Sasuke wasn’t normally one to express emotions, even before the massacre. To have him baring his soul in the simplest way possible…it struck her somewhere deep. The desire to help him, to help her childhood friend, was overbearing. She needed him to know.
Despite herself, she still cared for him. A great deal, she was realizing.
He didn’t move for several minutes. Then, she felt his shoulders pull back slightly, and she thought he might be moving to push her off. Instead, she found herself being pulled in tighter, his lone arm resting around her shoulders. She shivered when she felt his chin rest on the top of her head.
“Hinata.”
Oh, her name from his lips. How it felt so…foreign, now.
She wondered what Itachi might think if he was looking down on them right now. She hummed quietly into the fabric of his shirt.
“Will you keep coming back?”
“Yes.” Her response was instant.
She was sure.
-
The tightness that seemed ever present in his chest calmed as she reassured him she would continue to come back. Reluctantly, he released her and took a short step backwards.
Sasuke was never one for…tact.
But she didn’t seem to mind. Instead, she instantly let him go and stepped back as well. He was almost surprised to find a small smile on her lips.
“I should go,” she whispered, clasping her hands behind her back as she peered up at him. He almost wished he could avoid her eyes, but chose to meet them, in spite of himself. “I have a mission early in the morning tomorrow, I should pack…”
“You’ll be gone?” He cursed himself for the question. Why would he ask?
“About a week.” She nodded, stepping back once again. “Goodbye, Sasuke.”
He nodded silently as she turned around, and he watched her figure disappear.
What was this feeling in his gut? It both bothered and excited him.
…
Excited him?
Suddenly, the idea of her coming back didn’t bring him dread.
The idea of her being gone did.
-
As Hinata searched an abandoned hideout with her teammates in different rooms, her mind was elsewhere.
It felt good to get the weight of her resentment of Sasuke off her chest. It felt even better to feel like she was forming a connection with him again. It made her nostalgic for their time as kids, and it was a welcome nostalgia. The fact he had been so raw with her at Itachi’s grave made her feel like she could share some of herself as well. The forced realization that he wasn’t truly—truly responsible for Neji’s death didn’t hurt as much as she thought it would.
After his death, she found it difficult to express her sadness. Shino wasn’t the best at comfort, but he was a good ear to her. Kiba’s comfort was overbearing sometimes, his go to was always a crushing hug and offer to spar. Her father didn’t like to speak of Neji. Hanabi was the closest to real comfort as she had the closest relationship to Neji aside from herself, but she was a busy bee lately with her chūnin exams coming up and diplomatic assignments.
With Sasuke, it felt okay to show sadness. Show anger. Show vulnerability.
She was actually looking forward to coming back and having peaceful company during her visits to his grave. She wondered if he felt the same.
“Hinata.”
Broken from her thoughts, Shino leered down at her from a few feet away. She shook her head, refocusing her attention on their mission.
-
“Oi, Sasuke!”
Sasuke inhaled deeply with shut eyes, nostrils flaring at the idiots voice from below. His presence was right next to him within the moment.
“Sakura said she’s been seeing you with Hinata. What are you up to?”
He peeped one eyelid open to observe Naruto. His face was serious for once as he sat perched on the railing of his balcony, knees poking out and hands on his feet. Sasuke sighed, looking away before responding, “none of your business, idiot.”
“You better not be manipulating her, bastard,” Naruto warned with a frown. “She’s really sweet and pretty fragile emotionally. She doesn’t need you hurling insults at her.”
“What?” Sasuke spat, snapping his eyes towards him. “Why would I be doing that?”
“I know you!” Naruto pointed an accusing finger. Sasuke lowered his eyebrows. “You’re not the nicest guy, Sasuke.”
“I’m not manipulating her. I’m…catching up. With her.”
“What?” Now Naruto was the one with a dumbfounded look on his face. “I didn’t think you’d remember her, she was so quiet when we were kids.”
“Idiot,” he sighed, “our clans are…were sibling clans,” he inhaled, pressing his lips together in a line for a moment before continuing, “we were around each other a lot before the academy.”
“Wow, I never would have guessed.” Naruto raised his eyebrows and Sasuke simply rolled his eyes. Of course Naruto of all people would be the least likely to understand politics. And this was going to be their next Hokage? “Well, anyway—I came for a different reason. Kakashi-sensei’s summoning us. Come on.”
-
Disappointment wasn’t new to Hinata, far from it. She was a disappointment, herself, anyway. It’s what she had heard for a long time.
She was disappointed when she lost to her sister. She was disappointed when Sasuke didn’t eat her bentos. She was disappointed when Naruto seemingly forgot about her confession.
But somehow, this disappointment felt different.
“Apparently the council is allowing Sasuke to go on his journey.”
Hinata paused, staring at a beautiful carnation inside of the Yamanaka’s beautiful flower shop. She brushed the petals with the backs of her fingertips, then closed the hand into a fist.
“Is that so?”
“Yeah, can you believe Kakashi’s letting that jerk leave already?”
Hinata flinched at Ino’s harsh tone. “Weren’t you…” Her voice faded as Ino looked up at her, eyebrow raised. “…you know.”
“In love with him?” Ino asked, scoffing. “That wasn’t love. It was stupid preteen hormones and daydreams. Nothing more, nothing less. No, Sasuke will always be my first crush, but that’s all it was.”
“Oh…” Hinata breathed, rearranging a flower. Ino squinted at her.
“Why, what’s it to you?” Ino stepped towards her, leaning her face in. “Hinata?”
“Oh, I was just…curious, why you’d speak so, uhm…” Hinata sucked in her cheek briefly. “…so brashly of him, I suppose.”
“He deserves it after what he put us through.” Ino rolled her eyes, turning away. “You know just as well as I do.”
Hinata nodded shortly, turning away as well. “I suppose. I wonder where he’ll go.”
“Avenger.” Ino scoffed again. “More like idiot without a clue.”
-
Sasuke was halfway to the Sound when, without his permission, his body turned right around and began going back the way it came.
It was the only thing he could come up with: that he was possessed. There was no other reason for this. He had no say in the matter.
Maybe obligation to Naruto, that’s it.
Then he found himself in front of Kakashi.
“Promote me.”
Kakashi perked a curious eyebrow, the smile evident under his mask. “Oh, that’s right. You’re still a genin, aren’t you?”
“Yes, so promote me.” His words were short and to the point. Kakashi leaned back, tapped his fingers together as if mulling it over.
“And why should I?”
“I saved the world.”
“You also helped bring about its end.”
“Regardless, I saved it.”
“As did Naruto.”
“Then promote him, too. I don’t care. Promote me to jōnin.”
Now Kakashi was snickering. “Any reason for this sudden desire to promote, then?”
What rank is Hinata? Did she ever pass the chūnin exams?
“It’s unacceptable for me to travel from village to village with the rank of genin.” He pulled his ID out of his breast pocket and slammed it on his desk. He pointed at the part that made it abundantly clear he was a genin. “It’s a disgrace to the me, to the Uchiha, to this village. Your heroes are genin.”
Kakashi’s eyes crinkled, pushing his ID back to him. “How about this. You complete some b-rank and a-rank missions with some other jōnin’s, and I’ll consider it.”
Sasuke scoffed, shaking his head. “No. I need to begin my journey.”
“Sure you do.” Kakashi nodded. “As a jōnin. I’m sure you’ll impress us.”
Sasuke left because the overwhelming need to draw his blade was creeping up on him.
-
“Hokage’s looking for you, Hinata.”
Hinata looked up from her book outside of a bakery, meeting Tenten’s bright eyes. She closed it and nodded. “Thank you, Tenten.”
She found herself in front of Kakashi, alone, and he offered her a seat. She accepted. “Hinata, you remember Sasuke, don’t you?”
Hinata tilted her head. What an odd question. “Well, of course I do, Lord Hokage.”
Kakashi nodded. “Of course you do. And you must remember that he never formally passed the chūnin exams, yes?”
Hinata tilted her head back up, straightening out. “I don’t tend to think much about Sasuke, Lord Hokage.”
“Well, as it stands, Sasuke is a genin, and seems to think he should be promoted to jōnin.” Hinata smiled. “I’ve decided to have him shadow you, as the higher-ranking shinobi.”
“Oh,” Hinata breathed, fixing her eyes ahead. “I thought he had left.”
“He did. Returned within a few days to make more demands, as he’s so good at.” Kakashi’s tone was light with amusement. “And perhaps he should be promoted. But I’d like to see him making a thoughtful contribution to the village prior. So.” Kakashi reached into his desk to pull out a scroll, pushing it towards her. “I’m having you and Sasuke set out on a delivery mission.”
Hinata leaned forward to pick it up. A mission with Sasuke was the last thing she’d expected to be presented with when she walked in. “Just us, Lord Hokage?”
“And Rock Lee.”
“Ah.”
Hinata drew herself to her feet, tucking the scroll into a satchel on her hip. Kakashi stood as well. “I’m sure he’ll have great success with you training him.”
Hinata smiled once more, nodding. “I’m sure as well.”
-
Sasuke wasn’t sure he’d ever completed a mission with Hinata before.
He was certain he’d never completed one with Lee. He had been fortunate up to this point.
Really, he wasn’t quite sure what kind of sadistic mind Kakashi harbored to put Hinata in the precarious position of keeping him from murdering the man, flashes of electricity running through his fingers as he ranted on and on about power and motivation.
“I will scout ahead!”
“Thank gods…”
Her giggle was unexpected. He flashed his eyes over her as she looked straight ahead, never paying him a glance. So he looked ahead as well.
“I didn’t realize I was higher-ranked than you, Sasuke.”
His lips pressed into a grim line, blinking at nothing. “Don’t rub it in, Hyūga.”
Another giggle.
When did a giggle stop sounding like something other than nails on a chalkboard to Sasuke?
“At least Lee offered to carry everything.” He looked ahead at the man, carrying several large, heavy packs on his back.
“He didn’t really offer,” Sasuke responded, “he demanded.”
“Oh, yes.” Hinata smiled and he could see it in the corner of his eye. “Perhaps once we return, Lord Hokage will be willing to promote you.”
Sasuke sighed through his nose. “Kakashi’s got a sick mind.” She went silent. “He’ll be having me running errands all over the continent just for fun.”
“Oh, that’s not true, I don’t think.”
“You don’t know that man. He’s darker than you think.”
“Perfect as your sensei, then.”
He stopped, frowning as he looked at her. She still had that modest smile, unwavering gaze forward. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Dark and broody sensei to dark and broody boy.”
Sasuke glared at her. He wasn’t quite sure when she became like this. Had to have been while he was gone. “Never knew you had such a sense of humor.”
“Only sometimes.” Hinata shrugged, clasping her hands behind her back. “For what it’s worth, I’m happy you haven’t left, yet.”
Sasuke felt something tug at his…heart.
“I will admit I was disappointed when Ino told me you had left.” She cast her gaze up to him finally. “You didn’t say goodbye.”
He gritted his teeth as he scanned her eyes. Those eyes. Those…eyes. “Pig should mind her business.”
“Cruel.” Still, she smiled. “She feels the same about you, as it were.”
This made Sasuke raise his eyebrows, wiping his look of indifference off in favor of surprise. “She does?”
“Your…fan club has shrunk.”
Sasuke almost frowned. Almost.
Then, he was foolish. “Looks to me like it’s grown by one.”
A gasp as she finally turned her head up at him, eyebrows furrowing. “Are you implying—”
“That you’ve been following me around, stalking me, sensing my chakra? Yes.”
Her mouth fell open and he smirked. Finally. Then her mouth closed and she smirked back. “Uchiha.”
“Be honest with me,” he pressed, “who’s chakra network is brighter—mine, or the idiots?”
Instantly, “Naruto’s.”
He glared at her and her smirk grew. “Not counting sage mode.”
“Still Naruto’s.”
“Garbage,” he snapped, looking away from her, “complete garbage.”
-
Upon return, Hinata felt lighter.
So much lighter, in fact, she might drift away.
“Good work you three. I’m happy to see Lee is alive.”
Lee tilted his head curiously but ignored the statement.
“Hinata, return in a few days and I’ll have something new for you two.”
“Excuse me?” Sasuke stepped forward. “Who?”
“You and Hinata, of course.” Kakashi tilted his head, mock questioning on his features. “As a higher-ranking shinobi, a jōnin as you so desperately want to become, she’s perfect to be your mentor.”
Hinata looked at Sasuke and could swear his face was turning a red color, like the tomatoes he so enjoyed.
“Or I could put you with Lee, if you prefer.”
“Ah, yes!” Lee raised a fist. “I would be happy to guide you in the way of the shinobi, Sasuke—”
Hinata grabbed Sasuke’s wrist as it reached for the handle of his blade.
Perhaps she was perfect to be his mentor.
-
“Spar with me.”
The words sounded so foreign now. It was usually Naruto pestering him to spar with him. He hadn’t commanded Hinata to spar with him in years. Not since before they were placed on different teams.
If this was going to be his mentor (he’d never call her that), he had to know how she was in combat.
Simply seeing wasn’t enough, she had to fight him. Prove herself to him. As if he deserved that.
“An hour before class?”
He paused, shifting his eyes. Her quick wit wasn’t expected. “In the Uchiha district. Come.”
Would he return to being her whole world once more?
Not that he cared.
He didn’t.
He didn’t miss her following him around. He didn’t miss skipping rocks with her. He didn’t miss how she listened to his uninterrupted tirades.
He didn’t miss being her whole world.
But she followed him. Even if he hadn’t expected her to, she followed him through the village until they came to the empty district.
Near the lake, his sharingan spun and her eyes went veiny.
She wasn’t much of a clutz, anymore.
-
As Hinata lay on the ground, battered and bruised, she started laughing.
Tears pricked the backs of her eyes as she stared up at the sky, its setting sun hung loose.
She laughed, hard. Painfully, until her stomach turned into a mess of stitches.
She thought of her mother. She thought of Neji. She thought of Itachi.
She thought of Sasuke.
But she didn’t have to just think of him. He was right here, right above her, feet planted on either side of her hips, staring down at her like she was crazy.
Perhaps because she was.
“You’re losing your mind,” he whispered, squinting down at her.
It just made her laugh more. When she noticed a drop of blood trailing him from his bottom lip, she howled.
And she pointed at it. He glanced at her hand, then reached up to rub at his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes grew a centimeter at the red on it.
“You’ve made me bleed, Hyūga.”
More laughter.
“I’m impressed.”
Then the tears started flowing, without having the slightest bit of control over it. They poured out of her, and suddenly, the laughter turned to sobs.
She threw her hands over her face as she turned away, unable to stop. He went dead silent—not that she could tell over her own sobs.
Then he sat on her.
She gasped, peeking through her fingers to find him sitting awkwardly on top of her shins, his glare unrelenting on her. He used his only hand to pull at hers, forcing them down.
“You don’t cry here.”
The sob caught in her throat as she stared at him, wide eyed. She closed her hands into fists as he released them, as if to grab his back. His serious expression softened just so. He pushed the hair from her face for her.
“You don’t cry at the Uchiha’s.” She caught him licking his lips before he breathed, “you’re happy here.”
With effort, she nodded. “You’re right, Sasuke.”
Then his expression turned downright doughy. Even though one was purple, those eyes held that same expression. That same one that comforted her, despite himself. “I’m happy, okay?”
Her lips parted as she sucked in a breath. “We’re happy.”
“We’re happy.”
“We’re…” She lifted herself to her elbows, a watery smile overtaking her face. “…happy.”
She blinked, waiting patiently as he searched her face with those eyes. Then he leaned forward and she nearly gasped as his forehead made contact with hers, gently pressing. Instinctively, she reached out, and his hand met hers.
“I’m happy, Hinata.”
He had been her whole world.
She never did quite figure out how he would encompass her once more.
-
He wasn’t entirely sure when she became his whole world, too.
But at least there was this.
They were happy.
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Dalish Lore FAQ
This post is intended on answering frequently asked questions about the Dalish elves, with a mixture of both canon and my own assumptions and interpretations. (I will make it clear when the latter is the case.)
“How large are Dalish clans?”
This varies from clan to clan. In Dragon Age Inquisition, Hawen’s clan has only 14 members that we ever meet. This seems incredibly, incredibly small to me and I want to consider it an outlier. In The Masked Empire, it is said that there are about 50 members of Clan Virnehn. This seems a more reasonably average number to me, as it also corresponds with the number of Dalish elves we see in Zathrian’s Clan in Dragon Age Origins, (40 total, with many more having died according to Zathrian). So, I would say a reasonable guess would be around 50 for most, with room for some clans to be much larger or much smaller.
“Do Dalish clans ever take in other elves?”
Absolutely; there are multiple examples of this:
Pol from the Denerim Alienage joined Clan Sabrae (Dragon Age: Origins)
Aneirin from the Circle of Magi escapes and joined Zathrian’s clan (Dragon Age: Origins)
An unnamed elven refugee (as he is labelled) and his family are seen with Zathrian’s clan, commenting “Thank the Maker the Dalish have given us refuge here amongst them” and “the Dalish have been very welcoming. They act like we are all one family. It is so strange to us.” (Dragon Age: Origins)
Feynriel from the Kirkwall Alienage joined Clan Sabrae (Dragon Age: II)
Vaea’s uncle Coran joined Clan Boranehn (Dragon Age: Knight Errant)
“What is the relationship between Dalish elves and city elves?”
I have a whole post about this here: [Link]
“How do the Dalish feel about spirits?”
In Dragon Age Origins, Tamlen says that Hahren Paivel warned him against the dangers of spirits, saying “spirits are jealous of us, and always try to steal our souls.” This is parallel to what is written in The World of Thedas vol. 1: “unlike other spellcasters, Dalish mages do not use any magic involving spirits, as they believe all spirits are dangerous.”
However, the Dalish do not view spirits/demons as evil beings. Fellassan says in The Masked Empire, “unlike mages in the Circle, the Dalish do not think of demons as evil, but as wild animals, dangerous if treated carelessly.”
Although this sentiment does not mean no Dalish elf ever deals with spirits. Merrill dealt with Audacity to try and repair her eluvian. Clan Virnhen summoned Imshael and tried to bind him. Valorin from the quest Someone to Loose summoned a spirit to try and find Lindiranae’s Talisman. It just means that they see this as a dangerous road to travel.
“How do the Dalish feel about magic?”
I have a whole post about this here: [Link]
“Does the average Dalish elf know the elven language?”
While keeping in mind that the elven language in modern Thedas times has limited fluency for anyone, due to ages of it being outlawed, yes, the average Dalish elf would have at least some knowledge of the elven language; enough to hold a conversation in the least. This is evidenced in The Stolen Throne: Maric and Loghain come across a group of elven hunters who speak Elvhen among themselves. The two humans are even surprised that they speak Common as well. One of the elves explains that among their clan, they try to speak as much of it as possible to keep the language alive.
“You speak the King’s tongue?” Loghain asked. He distinctly ignored the I told you so look that Maric shot his way.
“Most of us do, though only those who go out to trade with the outsiders get to use it often.” The elf’s manner was gentle, and his eyes seemed filled with compassion, unlike the expressions of the others around them. “Here in the clan, we try to keep our own tongue alive, just as we do our gods.”
“How old is a Dalish elf when they receive their vallaslin?”
Receiving vallaslin is a mark of adulthood, and there is no specific age this occurs; it is done when the elf is deemed ready by the Keeper who applies it.
There is, though, two examples of elves receiving their vallaslin before the age of 20: in The Masked Empire, Briala notes this about Mihris: “She was not yet twenty, and the tattoos on her face were fresh and sharp, a year old at most.” And in Dragon Age Inquisition, the journal found written by Valoren in the quest Someone to Loose says this: “I’m almost seventeen. I have my vallaslin; I’m ready to learn more than simple spells.” This suggests that it is normal for elves to receive their vallaslin in their late teens.
There is though, also the case of elves receiving vallaslin later in biological adulthood if for example, they joined the clan later in life. One such example of this would be Coran from Knight Errant. In such a case, I imagine it would all fall back to again, when the Keeper deems the elf ready.
“What is Dalish cuisine like?”
When considering what Dalish elf diets are like, one must consider where they are located, as most clans rely on hunting and foraging, with some trading in some cases. A stationary clan might partake in some farming, but that is not as common as nomadic or semi-nomadic lifestyle.
According to The World of Thedas vol. 2’s example Dalish dish, “Deep Forest Comfort”, the Dalish milk their halla for butter and cheese. They use bugs like beetles, wildflowers like borage or chicory, and pine nuts for garnish and flavouring. But I imagine most dishes would be plain in nature, prioritizing preservation, especially in winter months.
“What do the Dalish do with their dead?”
Funeral services are prepared by Hahrens. The Dalish bury their dead with an oak staff and cedar branch to help them stay on the path through the Beyond, and to keep away the ravens known as Fear and Deceit from tricking the passing spirit. Trees are planted above the grave(s)–known as a vallasdahlen (”life trees”). In Dragon Age Origins, Merrill says it is important to return the deceased’s body to the earth if at all possible.
The Dalish also have sacred burial sites with multiple graves, like Sundermount in Dragon Age II and Var Bellanaris in Dragon Age Inquisition, where ancestors were buried and where nearby Dalish clans still tend to and bury their dead in.
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SOURCES:
Dragon Age: Origins
Dragon Age: II
Dragon Age: Inquisition
Dragon Age: The World of Thedas vol. 1
Dragon Age: The World of Thedas vol. 2
Dragon Age: The Stolen Throne
Dragon Age: The Masked Empire
Dragon Age: Knight Errant
Codex entry: Vallaslin: Blood Writing (DA:O)
Codex entry: Falon'Din: Friend of the Dead, the Guide (DA:O)
Codex entry: Vallasdahlen (DA:I)
Dialogue with Pol about running away from the city (DA:O)
Dialogue with Aneirin about Zathrian’s clan (DA:O)
Dialogue with elven refugee about finding safety with Zathrian’s clan (DA:O)
Dialogue with Merrill about finding Tamlen’s body (DA:O)
Dialogue with Paivel about Tamlen’s funeral service (DA:O)
Dialogue with Hawen about Var Bellanaris (DA:I)
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You remember the ring story with heizou how about a little fic with Kazuha comforting reader as simply a friend and Heizou just getting absolutely jealous and he goes over places the ring back on the reader and tells Kazuha to back off. Kazuha just to be a little snarky tells Heizou if he's sure that ring still means something to reader
Part 2 here! Gender neutral reader, I decided to take this in a stranger direction.
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He couldn't find you for the next few days. Even in your workplace, he couldn't spot you. No matter who he asked, all they said was a half-hearted 'well, they were here this morning'.
The truth was, you were hanging out with an acquaintance. Not entirely sure how you became friends, you had found he helped speed up work a lot lately. Kazuha was his name, and you recognised him as the Kaedehara clan's last living member. It was like he could sense you were struggling with yourself, and he eased it out of you. Of course, he wasn't looking to ask you questions about it - he simply felt like staying around you while you did your daily work. He looks at your hands, following your line of sight, and he notes the way you caress your ring finger. He doesn't say anything, merely looking. You eventually saw where he was looking, and you explained you had feelings for a friend that were harshly unreturned.
"I'm sorry to hear that, my friend." Kazuha muses, looking into the distance. "Heartbreak is not an easy thing to get through alone. That's why I'm here."
Unbeknownst to you, Kazuha had seen Heizou in the distance. Heizou saw you with Kazuha, and he immediately got jealous. He didn't dare approach, sensing the problem could be resolved by him talking to Kazuha about you.
That night, Heizou started on Kazuha.
"I noticed _ stopped showing up to their usual spots, so I went on a mission to find out what's happened." Heizou starts, Kazuha entirely unfazed. "So now here we are. It is clear to me that you are responsible. An explanation would be nice."
"Ah, you're jealous." Kazuha responds. "Worry not, I do not intend on making any moves."
"I was simply concerned for my friend." Heizou curtly replies, Kazuha not missing the way he looks away as if he was lying about this.
"...You must like them very much." Kazuha lets out.
"I just need some time to fix my mistakes, Kazuha. Please, allow me one chance to get to talk to them." Heizou pleads, Kazuha looking at Heizou's hand. He notes the ring finger now occupied by a friendship ring, him holding out the other. "I...didn't realise the feelings until I had a date. I fear they overheard something, as I found this on a nearby crate."
"...I have an idea. Do you trust me?" Kazuha asks, holding out his hand. Heizou reluctantly nods, Kazuha taking the ring and leaving without a word. Heizou becomes worried, thinking Kazuha was going to take this ring and somehow win you over with it.
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The next day, you were talking to Kazuha normally, and Heizou couldn't stop himself from storming up.
"Speak of the devil. We were just talking about you." You state, smiling at Heizou. Kazuha looked at Heizou as well, matching your energy.
"Yeah, Kazuha was explaining that he knew about the whole thing." You state, Kazuha slipping the friendship ring on you. He gives Heizou a thumbs up, Heizou realising what Kazuha planned. "He was saying I was able to understand what these feelings are, but you took a while."
"Well, Kazuha was the one that made me fully realise the feelings weren't friendly." Heizou admitted, looking down at your hand. You lift it up, only to become surprised to see the ring you discarded was still very much there.
"And my job here is done." Kazuha muses, patting you both on the back as Heizou sits next to you, him leaving to go to another place in Teyvat.
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Je suis a dutiful and affectionate woman 🧚🏼♀️ The type of girlfriend to act like a wifey, right? In my culture, it's not uncommon for women to dote on their husbands 🥰 I'm just imagining what it would feel like for Majima to get that kind of treatment: home-cooked delicious meals, pedicures, foot rubs, body worship, getting his body kissed everyday, and getting doted on 😭 Like it just becomes a ritual that as soon as they start dating she starts to kiss his hands, then it progresses to more intimate actions, paired with romantic words like: "Those who haven't seen you haven't seen a real man before."
SPREADING MY ASS CHEEKS FOR U
I forgot all of the French I learned so for a second I panicked and thought I got a whole ask in French lol. Anyways, YES I love this idea, about to go nuts with it right now. Headcanons below the cut.
Majima is absolutely not used to being doted on. He might react adversely at first as he's confused at what's going on. Why're you doing all of this for him? Why're you being so nice? He's baffled.
More than anything though, he's grateful and he's scared of losing this feeling. Being able to let his guard down and to feel cozy around you is a blessing and he doesn't want the feeling to end. It may take some time for him to get used to it at first though, but be patient as he loves it just as much as you do.
Majima is actually very affectionate but he's not domestic. He's not messy but he doesn't have time to decorate his place or make home cooked meals, so when the two of you start dating and you suggest cooking a meal for him someday, he's like "A home cooked meal? Can't remember the last time I had anythin' like that..."
Your gentle, doting nature is a shock to him as most people, men and women, are quite intimidated by his presence. It shocks not only him but the others in the Tojo Clan to see you happily approach him and kiss his gloved hands before asking how your day is. Most of the men are like "Where did Majima find this person?!". Meanwhile, Majima thinks it's so cute that he could pass out right then and there.
Slowly but surely he does become accustomed to it. He would never be so harsh as to totally rebuff your approaches, it just takes time for him to understand. Once he does, he's totally into it. Next thing you know, you'll be greeting him with hugs and kisses on the cheek with members of the Tojo Clan watching in awe in the background questioning just how Majima ended up in such a cute relationship.
When the two of you eventually move in together, you'll start decorating the house: pictures from PrintCircle framed on a bookshelf, both of your toothbrushes in a little holder by the sink, the closet neatly organized by your clothes and his. It's amazing how much his living space has changed now that you're here. The space feels very loving and cozy and helps him relax.
After a long day of work, he'll come home to find you at the stove, apron tied neatly around your waist, and a smile on your face. He's still not used to coming home to a clean house with food waiting for him but he's so happy and he shows it by wrapping his arms around you from behind before gazing over your shoulder at what you're cooking and saying "Whatcha doin'?"
It doesn't matter what you cook, Majima will gulp it down and ask for seconds, heartily yelling out "Umai!". One thing he will do is help you wash the dishes. He really appreciates your help around the house and tries to repay the favor by doing dishes or bringing in the laundry when it's dry.
He really enjoys when you give him massages and he totally falls asleep afterwards because he's so relaxed. Things like pedicures, foot rubs, and facial masks confused him at first when he saw you do them but when you suggested he try it too, he got a little flustered actually because he never tried it before. Now the two of you sit with face masks on chatting happily before bed.
Little things like asking "How was your day?" mean a lot to him. It's rare for people to genuinely check in on him. However, statements like "You need to remember to eat, honey" or "Do you want me to help you wash your back" absolutely make him melt. He might get shy and deflect to hide how flustered he is, saying things that are completely silly like "Ehhh, don't be silly. A REAL man washes his own back."
Kind as always, you reply with a warm but teasing "You're the one being silly." to which he looks at you with confusion. "You're a real man because you care. And because you always support the people you care about. Being a man isn't determined by things like if you want help washing your back or if someone cooks food for you." Majima would just stare at you silently, just in awe of your seemingly endless kindness. "If people genuinely think you're less of a man for it, they're wrong. Those who haven't seen you haven't seen a real man before."
Majima would just sweep you into his arms and twirl you around before smothering you with kisses. He knows he's far from perfect and he feels like he brings so little to the table with how much effort and care you put into the relationship. He's not great with words, hell sometimes he's plain bad with words, but in this moment his heart is so full and he can't help but express. Even if it's silly and you laugh as he nuzzles his face against yours, you both know that's his way of saying he loves you.
#yakuza#yakuza headcanons#yakuza imagines#ryu ga gotoku#ryu ga gotoku headcanons#ryu ga gotoku imagines#goro majima#majima megaphone moment#majima goro#ahhh sorry this took so long the Majima posts make my brain go brrr and I wanna make sure they are as good as they can be
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Can I ask about your OTP question list for Nejiten? I got a few 😅
10. How do they navigate each other’s family?
25. Parenting style?
26. If they have kids, what do they name them?
If you only have time for one, please pick number 10. I think Tenten’s idea of diplomacy when dealing with Hiashi would be great, but I’m curious about how she’d interact with other Hyuuga family members and if Neji got to meet her grandmother. Thank you!
This took me a minute to organize my thoughts but thank you for these!! I had so much fun!! Ask game here. :)
10: How do they navigate each other’s family?
Oh, Tenten and the Hyuuga. She is not diplomatic at all. Hinata and Hanabi she can be friendly with—I think for them and only them, Neji’s forgiveness is good enough for her—but the rest of them get nothing. I think she starts arguments at the compound that are so bad that the elders try banning her from the premises (Hiashi, who just can’t bear possibly losing contact with his brother’s only son, is the only reason they don’t succeed.) She finds out one of the elders has taken to calling her “the strumpet” which she just eats up: initiating a lot of PDA at dinner, making big points about wanting to get back home when they visit, whole nine yards. Neji’s trying to be more patient with his family but he can’t help loving how much she talks back.
I would LOVE to talk forever about Neji meeting Tenten’s grandmother but some of my more specific feelings on that veer into on servitude spoiler territory!!! I do think that she gets very “look at me, i am your grandma now” with him. Nana loves having someone else to dote on besides Tenten. He is never eating as much food as she thinks he should. She makes sure his teacup is never empty. And whoever put that on his forehead is dead to her. Because I brought it up in ch. 2 that Tenten’s clan keeps their hair up in public (rule applies regardless of gender), I am willing to “spoil” that Nana is mildly horrified by Neji’s hairstyle when she first lays eyes on him, but she doesn’t say anything because she knows it isn’t a thing in Konoha. Once Tenten tells him, he keeps his hair up around her after that out of politeness, which only makes her love him more. Tenten needs to snap him up NOW.
25: Parenting style?
I go so back and forth on these two with kids. Assuming they have them (I so often write them not wanting their own kids) I think Neji has a tendency to be a little too lax with them—he grew up with such rigid structure and rules and he does not want that for his kids, but as a result his kids barely have to think about giving him puppy dog eyes before he’s getting them everything they want. It takes him a little longer than Tenten to find a balance there. With Tenten, what she says goes but she tries to save it for when it’s necessary. She’s a firm believer that kids need to make their own mistakes and explore their worlds without too much interference from her or Neji. And of course both of them strongly encourage questioning authority, which never becomes a problem when they do have to lay down the law. 😂 also Tenten breadwins with the store and Neji helps there while househusbanding!
26: If they have kids, what do they name them?
I think some names they might use are Miori (beauty and new beginnings), Chiharu (clear skies, wisdom, spring), and Yasuo (peaceful child). They are not looking for any more sources of conflict when they name their kids. Soft and peaceful names only!! Their kids are agents of chaos anyway though.
Thank you for the ask!! 💖
#givemeanaccountalready#nejiten#ask game#otp asks#i never like actually think of them with kids so this was extra fun!!
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idle thought: when did Arsay first find out about huntspeak? About it being an old traditional miqo'te thing etc?
(also how does she feel about the whole idea of miqo'te tradition stuff just generally, is it something she's curious about, something she wishes she'd learned about growing up, or is she largely indifferent about the whole being miqo'te-ness, her place in the whole keeper-seeker dichotomy and all that?)
Oh great question! Well, she sure as hell did not learn it from Emrara. Despite traveling with Arsay's parents for X number of years, Emrara never really picked up that much knowledge about Miqo'te tribe culture and customs.
I think Arsay would have first heard traditional Miqo'te huntspeak during her first trip to the Forgotten Springs while she searched for the former company of hero's member U'odh Nunh. Most likely she overheard some of the huntresses chattering to each other about a pack of sand worms roaming too close to camp. She was definitely curious but felt strange asking about it directly, so she kept to herself and carried on her task of earning a favour for the U tribe Nuhn.
This is a common trend for Arsay and learning about the culture. She's so curious, she wants to know so much, but its difficult for her to broach the topic. Not only does she not even know what she doesn't know, there's also lot of hesitancy to "outting" herself as an ignorant miqo'te. Like, every Miqo'te she interacts with treats her like a normal person, they assume she has a similar experience, base knowledge, etc. She doesn't want to risk breaking that illusion, she doesn't want to be seen as an outsider instead of a peer. So she doesn't question. She nods when people assume she's from the shroud, because I guess technically she is?? on her mom's side? She doesn't want to give them an opening to scrutinize or reject her for being different. She had enough of that growing up.
Arsay loves being a Miqo'te. She loves her fluffy tail, her sharp teeth, being able to see so well in the dark, how easy it is for her to climb trees, hear from such long distances away. But she's never fully felt like a miqo'te. She doesn't feel tethered to Azyma or Menphina. Despite learning her father was from the U tribe, she doesn't consider them family. She wanders through the black shroud a stranger, wondering if she'll ever into another keeper with the same family name as her. She doesn't really know if she needs miqo'te tradition in her life, but she wonders if knowing something might make her feel a little more whole.
That's why it made such an impact to befriend G'raha when she did. When he talked about his difficulties growing up away from his tribe, being bullied for his heterochromia (something that is generally seen auspicious in seeker culture actually!), it made Arsay feel safe enough to reveal she grew up outside of a traditional Miqo'te clan. They bonded over how little they knew about themselves. Even when Arsay asked a dumb question, he explained what he could without making her feel bad. This is when she probably would have asked him about huntspeak as well. A great lead up to G'raha teaching Arsay how to shoot a bow and arrow the way he was taught before being sent away.
And a similar connection point happened again when Arsay found out Y'shtola also grew up isolated from her tribe. Granted Y'shtola still knew a hell of a lot more than Arsay ever could, but it was something. A bit of security that Arsay didn't have to save face all the time
Now a days, Arsay's learned quite a lot from both her seeker partners and it's made her really happy! She's much more comfortable being a miqo'te living outside of tradition, especially since she feels like she's made her own tribe that can have it's own customs (even if some are technically south seas lalafel).
#Arsay Nun#Arsay Nun lore#sorry for rambling I do think about this kinda thing for her though#again its always so nice to me that she made a family with miqote who are also disconnected from tradition in a sense#but I think shtola and raha share their tribe culture with her openly#and i do think zhloe taught her some basic stuff on keeper traditions after they got really close with custom deliveries#zhloe at least taught arsay how important menphina was#but zhloe also reads as someone who grew up in a mixed race settlement and not so much the shroud so im not sure she even knows that much
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It's Charm son sharing circle time @charmfamily
Darrel Charm
Under the cut as it is a bit long.
[ PERSONAL ]
$ Financial: wealthy (While "Charm" is a relatively new name, Minerva is a descendent of one of the coven's founding families so they are very much loaded) / moderate / poor / in poverty
✚ Medical: fit/ moderate (Although physically strong, calling a man who abuses several substances and hardly sleeps fit or healthy is a joke) / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable
✪ Class or Caste: upper / middle / working / unsure / other
✔ Education: qualified (Went to regular human college, studied art) / unqualified (If you ask his dad) / studying / other
✖ Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet (typical teenage tresspassing in abandoned buildings for parties)/ yes, but charges were dismissed (same incident as Morgyn)
[ FAMILY ]
◒ Children: had a child or children / has no children (If he ever has kids, he wants them far far away from the rest of the Charm clan^tm) / wants children
◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) (He sees Gemma as the only other sane member of his family) / not close with sibling(s) (anymore) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased
◔ Affiliation: orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent (Both Minerva and Papa Charm until 16 and then Minerva alone onwards) / not applicable
[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES ]
♦ extroverted (An ENFP) / introverted / in between
♦ disorganized / organized / in between
♦ close minded / open-minded / in between
♦ calm / anxious / in between
♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between
♦ cautious / reckless / in between
♦ patient / impatient / in between
♦ outspoken / reserved / in between
♦ leader / follower (doormat might be a better word for him, most trouble he got into as a kid and a teenager...and a young-er adult was because of following Morgyn around) / in between
♦ empathetic / vicious bastard / in between (A decent confidant and cheerleader when not being an asshole. When being an asshole he's 98% talk and the other 2% he's getting a glass bottle to the face after breaking Kiril Barov's nose ignore that he's missing the scar in that shhh it's a tettoo and I must have took it off accidently Will be elaborated on in stoy if I ever continuing writing it and stop fucking around with the scenery. but the gist is: easily triggered into being an asshole, feels bad about being an asshole, apologizes, wants to stop being an asshole doesn't know how and feels like shit, repeat.)
♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between
♦ traditional / modern / in between
♦ hard-working / lazy / in between
♦ cultured / uncultured / in between / unknown
♦ loyal (to a fault, bordering if not just outright codependent in some instances) / disloyal / unknown
♦ faithful / unfaithful / unknown / Meh? While he's never physically cheated, his behaviors in past relationships have been...questionable.
[ BELIEFS ]
★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist (The coven has no offical stance on where magic "comes from" exactly, just rules on what you can't do therefore beliefs are varried. Darrel has no concrete stance, but he's leaning in this direction based on personal events) / atheist / agnostic
☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes (dealing with such is his main focus. In an earlier draft of the story he was going to be in some knock-off ghostbusters gig run by Jennicor Tricou with an alive Guidry, Chastity Gere, who he was the woman he was texting here (the "her" in text being being Jennicor) and Gunther Munch who despite being just some guy ended up landing a spot as their secretary when you're desperate to move out and will take any job A bit of that whole thing here. EDIT: A character says “sleeping” with and implies the existence of a sex tape, guess that was enough for imgur to give it a warning? Don't ask me about the layout, this is a year old) / no / don’t know / don’t care
✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care
✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care
❃ Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care
✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious
❀ Philosophical: yes (and annoying abut it) / no
[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]
❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual/
❥ Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless
♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable /naive and clueless / romance suspicious / puts the "hopeless" in hopeless romantic
❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious
⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all
⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all
[ ABILITIES ]
☠ Combat Skills: excellent (With magic) / good / moderate (Without magic, can throw a punch, can not take a punch. Rory is trying to fix that. The sight of seeing someone so good at dueling being utter shit at a physical fights pains her.) / poor/ none
≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none
✍ Artistic Skills: excellent (piano, guitar, can technically sing, paints/draws) / good / moderate / poor / none
✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor (He's a decent cook, that's about it and don't ask him to do any type of manual labor, he will complain at you) / none
[ HABITS ]
☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / Alcoholic
☁ Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / Chain-smoker
✿ Recreational Drugs: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently (various, mostly weed) / addict
✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs takes medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess
☻ Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater
$ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic
♣ Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler
Bonus because I have free will, songs: X || X || X || X
This took so damn long because I spent my free time trying to figure out how (if possible) to replace trees via .world files and I don't know when to stop.
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My Thoughts on Sakura Haruno & Hinata Hyuga
I do like both characters, but, I'll never understand why some fans of Sakura hate on Hinata/why some fans of Hinata hate on Sakura, as well as other characters in the same series... I feel like, if you have the need to talk crap about another character in the same series to uplift your fave and to say they're so amazing, then they probably aren't...
Design wise they're both very cute characters. Personality wise, they both have their flaws, and that's okay...
Now... While I do like them, they do have their flaws.
Sakura:
She isn't the best of friends (and no I'm not talking about her betraying Ino when they were children, but that was mean). Her wanting a guy to call her so-called best friend ugly isn't a very nice thing to do; lying to Naruto about her feelings in an attempt to manipulate him into abandoning his desire to bring Sasuke home; drugging her friends/team and leaving them exposed, she basically put them in danger, in a foreign country, when she went to try to kill Sasuke. Constantly hitting Naruto, I hear it was a whole lot less in the manga, but still, hitting someone isn't comical, like during the Pein Arc.
When she gets the byakugō seal during the war arc, she insults Tsunade, saying she doesn't have to "waste" any chakra to maintain a youthful appearance. Like, Tsunade figured out how to maintain a youthful appearance using her chakra, something that, for the looks of it, no one else figured out or has bothered to do, so why is it bad that she does it, it's not like Tsunade is weak because of it, she is very strong while also using her chakra to maintain her appearance. To me it was just perfectly dreadful of Sakura to say such a thing about someone who invested their time in teaching her, helping her to get stronger and more skilful, while also being the Hokage and one of the three Legendary Sannin. Why try and shame Tsunade? I'll never understand.
She's not a great mother (Sasuke isn't a great father either, he prefers to spend time/teach Boruto than his own daughter, or is gone for 10+ years on a mission with no contact and that was shameful)... From not telling her daughter anything about the Uchiha Clan (since her dad is gone on a long mission (even though he could keep in contact with them)) (she didn't even know if her dad had the sharingan), to yelling at her and right after that, using her psychical power to break the ground underneath her, causing the house to break apart and collapse in the process, in order to silence her daughter for asking too many questions about Sakura and Sasuke's marriage.
Hinata:
She was a slave owner... The Hyuga Clan (main house) enslave other members of the clan (branch house) by placing a cursed seal on their foreheads (caged bird seal) that the main house can control, Neji got his on Hinata's third birthday. To "protect the byakugan from getting stolen" they say, meanwhile Ao has had a stolen byakugan since the Third Shinobi War
Taunting Neji during the Chunin Exams, telling him to be at peace (at peace with what exactly?) And telling him that he is the one that is suffering, more than her (who is no longer the heir to the Hyuga Clan)(I am not trying to diminish the pain Hinata has had to endure, because of her father. He sucks), because of their clan, but at least she acknowledged that it's him who is torn and suffers because of the clan dynamics. (Side note: Why did 4 Jōnin have to intervene during that fight anyways? Was 4 even necessary at all? And why did she go through with the fight to begin with? She knows, that if he hurts her, he will most likely get punished, just as we saw in Neji's flashbacks from when he was younger)
She never did anything to honor Neji's memory and sacrifice. And by that I mean, she never tried to reclaim her position as clan heir, in order to abolish the gross slavery her clan has placed the branch family in since before she was born. Nor did she talk to Hanabi/father about getting rid of the cursed seal forever. (And no, Hinata and Naruto's children not being subjected to the caged bird seal doesn't prove that it's not performed anymore, Hinata is a princess and member of the main house/former clan head's daughter and now sister of the clan head of the Hyuga Clan and Naruto is the Hero of the Village/The Kyūbi's Jinchūriki/Saved the whole world and also, now Hokage, why would their children be subjected to that...?) (I don't know if that putrid practice was banned, if it was, please do tell me where it says so, like manga or novel, so that I can read it)
I also wish they had both ended in a better relationship, with more a attentive, loving and present husband... Especially Sakura.
#sakura haruno#hinata hyuga#hyuga clan#naruto shippuden#boruto#naruto#neji hyuga#boruto next generation#this isn't a hate post#unpopular opinion
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I was thinking of replying to you on my post but it doesn't seem to want to work.. so sorry for this ask.
You know I like Itachi but I don't necessarily agree with what he did. Despite everything he was I think people don't give him enough credit, he's mentally ill and no one has really seen him for many years before the massacre. Also for Shisui I grant you the fact that we know very little about him canonically in the manga, but I always liked the way he looked in the anime apart from everything and he warms my heart, he seemed so nice, even if it's true that we don't know what he really was.
Otherwise for Fugaku and Tajima but especially for Fugaku I don't know what people thought of him, he was not a good father, if you love your children then you don't take them to war at 4 years old. If you love your children you don't try to mould them to act the way you would like them to act and then hate themselves, when you love your children you don't give them ultimatums.
You and I both know that Konoha as well as the whole shinobi system is full of shit like that, so it's not surprising to ask a member of the uchiha clan to slaughter everyone when he could have very well done it by a group of other AMBU ninja. Of course Itachi was a godsend because he was much less victim of the sharingan than another third person but still these people never had respect and limits (Konoha) but I expected better from Fugaku and yet Sasuke as well as Itachi loved their father, even if the latter clearly didn't make the right choices except letting himself and his wife die at the hands of his own son instead of engaging in a fight, that's really the only thing I found remarkable in Fugaku. There would have been nothing more horrible than a Fugaku/Itachi fight and moreover Fugaku as Itachi was in dog of the leaf too and let himself die to obey the orders of Konoha. Tajima and Fugaku as leaders and as fathers failed but I agree that their position was not necessarily the easiest. And no no one on earth can be perfect in every way it borders on the ridiculous but mistakes could have been avoided that's all.
Well, thank you for your interest and this is what I think in a better version.
Okay, okay. I see where you stand. I still will defend fugaku forever.
Fugaku did love his children, he loved them so much it ended up being his fatal flaw. I can see that you think fugaku letting his son kill him was one of the good things he did, but in my opinion, it was the worst part of his person (but it makes his character all the more fascinating, though I won't claim he is that interesting because he isn't). In fact, he let his people DIE because he didn't want to fight with his son. I think he should have stood up for the people he lead, the people who trusted him instead of valuing that one person over every single one of his clanmates. He defended itachi so many times and tried to draw suspicion away from him. He defended his son, it was the rest of the Uchiha who questioned itachi because fugakus love was clouding his reasoning.
Though, I will say; he is objectively a bad leader. I don't personally think he did anything bad, and he was really doing all that he could. However, he was a bad leader because he didn't put the lives of his people above his son. He trusted his son when all the evidence was against him. He prevented the Uchiha from investigating further, which could have saved all their lives. If they had found out itachi was a traitor, they may not have died. That is one of the ways fugaku got his people killed, and why he is a bad leader. Though that is countered by how he is a good leader.
He is a good leader because (for the most part, not regarding itachi) he listened to his clanmates and made decisions based on what the collective had agreed on. We don't get very much information though, or scenes, so I may get a few things wrong and some things I'm just assuming, though we all know I shouldn't make assumptions. What we do see, though, is the uchiha agreeing that a coup needs to happen, that they need something to be done, and that it isn't just fugaku planning everything, deciding everything. I think fugaku is the leader in the sense that he represents them in the village and (maybe) makes final decisions but we don't even know that. Assumptions.
I can't really say much about fugaku because we don't know much about him, but he was NOT a bad father. Sure, he didn't spend much time with sasuke, but he was a busy man. LITERALLY the leader of the clan. He supported itachi throughout the events of the story (backstory), and defended him even when the evidence pointed against his son. People don't give him enough credit.
He had no real political power inside the village and led a clan that had been shunned by the village for years and years. Who chose to join the village only to be used as military power and shoved to the outskirts and controlled by the hokage and council (and didn't even get to be apart of that, apart of the decision making.)
Now about itachi. You can like whoever you want, and I know that you know itachi wasn't a good person/didn't make the best decisions. I simply don't see why people think he's interesting. He is just another character who reinforces the main points of "village good, everyone else = bad". He doesn't dive into any areas where many many other characters haven't already been. I think he is simply uninteresting.
Itachi was also very stupid. He is said to be a "genius" but when you look at his decisions and his thought process, his stupidity becomes clear. I don't think that is bad about his character, though; I think it's what makes him interesting. Every other character saying you're a "genius" when you're really the biggest fool of all time. I do in fact like listening to crazy people talk about stuff. It is entertaining to listen to dumb people, so dumb it's funny. That's also a personal thing though.
Anyway I don't really care what characters you like, I was more intrigued by the fact that you don't like fugaku. I also don't care about tajima very much so I don't feel it my place to give my stance on him. Still, curious. Anyway thanks for actually talking to me 😂
Forgot to proofread so it may make no sense and sound really awful, as if a 3rd grader wrote it.
Thank you! You gave me something to talk about here, haha
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