#my fanfics:sasuhina | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

featheredoutrage · 3 years

Text

Serendipity (Ch 1)

Rating: K

Sasuhina Month Day 1: Beginning of Us

Read on FF.net

“Sunagakure was nice last time I visited, I never would have thought that a city in a desert would be so pleasant. Mayor Gaara really is exceeding all expectations...” Sasuke tried not to let the boredom show on his face. Unfortunately, Satoshi Nakada was an important supplier to Uchiha Corporations, and pissing off business partners would not help Sasuke convince his father to give him more responsibility.

Sasuke hated these corporate functions, hated being forced to rub elbows with people he couldn’t care less about. Everyone was boring, irritating, or loud -- usually all three -- and often became even more so after a couple of drinks. Even worse, it was so easy to get trapped in a boring story that went on and on, leaving Sasuke unable to extricate himself without looking rude.

Lucky for him, a young man wandered over, wine glass in hand, brimming with nervous confidence. He looked fresh out of school, and was probably desperate to develop some industry connections. The rookie introduced himself to Sasuke and Nakada, who looked like someone who had just woken up from a trance. Sasuke smiled and patted the newcomer on the shoulder. “Well, I have to, uh, get some more appetizers, so I’ll leave you two to get acquainted.” Having found a suitable sacrifice, Sasuke made a beeline for the back door.

Sasuke’s father expected him to represent the family company, so Sasuke couldn’t just leave like he wanted to. He had, however, discovered that he could duck away to an empty corner and wait until the function was almost over before re-emerging and pretending he had been there the entire time with no one the wiser. Empty rooms were risky -- Sasuke learned the hard way that middle-aged adults could be just as horny as teenagers -- so he wandered around outside until he found the perfect spot: a slight bend in the building surrounded by tall hedges that could hide him from view while still providing good visibility to the guests passing by. The only problem with this hiding spot was that it was already occupied.

“Get out,” Sasuke said before he could stop himself. The girl stared at him with wide pale eyes that glowed in the moonlight. She had dark hair and pale skin and wore what looked like a light purple cocktail dress, though it was hard to distinguish the color in the dim light. Sasuke forced himself to soften his tone. “I mean, can you please leave.”

The girl raised an eyebrow. “I-I was here first.”

Sasuke’s left eye twitched. “Surely a lovely lady like yourself has people looking for you. I can walk you back to the party if you want,” he said with a smile that had previously dazzled many other women into acquiescing to his demands.

“I-I could say the same to you,” the girl sniped back, her defiant words at odds with the way she nervously tapped her fingers together. “Why don’t you head back and I’ll stay here.”

Sasuke dropped all polite pretenses and scowled. If he couldn’t charm her into leaving, then he’d just have to chase her away. But before he could make a cutting comment about the girl’s looks or obvious awkwardness, they were interrupted by the sound of thunderous steps and of exuberant voices.

“That’s it Lee! Let the power of youth propel you to the finish line!” Sasuke hurriedly stepped into the alcove, squeezing himself between the girl and the wall. The girl squeaked at the sudden proximity, but Sasuke paid her no mind, more concerned about hiding himself from the new arrivals. Through the half cover of the hedges, Sasuke could see the twin forms of Might Guy and Rock Lee stampeding down the path on their hands. When they reached the birdbath, located right next to where Sasuke and the girl were hiding, the two leapt to their feet and clasped hands. “Amazing Lee. You’ve improved leagues since I last saw you.”

“It is only due to Guy-sensei’s support and dedication that I am where I am now. Guy-sensei’s coolness is a constant inspiration,” Lee exclaimed, his smile appearing to be a light source all on its own.

“Let us celebrate your achievement with another hundred laps!” The two green-suited fanatics dashed off down the path again, kicking up a trail of dust behind them.

Sasuke breathed a sigh of relief. “I can’t believe those two are still invited to these things,” he muttered.

“The mayor likes them, it would look bad if they weren’t invited. Besides, they’re very nice once you get to know them.” She was leaning awkwardly against the wall, her body angle away from him. Sasuke suddenly became painfully aware of how close they were. He could smell her lavender perfume and make out the silvery flowers stitched into her dress.

“I thought they were invited because Tsunade gets a kick out of watching them challenge people to push-up contests.”

“...Maybe that too,” she said with a smile, revealing small dimples on both sides of her mouth. She had a nice smile, Sasuke thought idly before frowning. Why had he thought that? He wanted her to leave after all.

“If you enjoy their company so much, why don’t you go join them when they come back around.”

“Alright,” she agreed, to his shock. “I’ll introduce you too. I’m sure they’d be thrilled to meet you.”

“I don’t think that’s necessary,” he said quickly. Watching the duo from a distance was already overwhelming, interacting with them up close might fry his green color receptors and a couple of brain cells along with it.

“Then I suppose we should just stay put then,” the girl said, and Sasuke grudgingly admitted defeat. There were worse people to be stuck behind a hedge with, he supposed. Just then, Satoshi Nakada stumbled down the path, gripping a poor waiter’s arm for support, slurring loudly about his younger days.

“Looks like this party might be starting to wrap up soon,” Sasuke commented once the old man and his hapless victim had passed.

“Nakada-san’s only started talking about his first business deal, there’s a few more hours to go I think,” the girl said. Sasuke chuckled, startling them both. He hadn’t expected that.

“He spent so much time talking about his recent Suna trip today, he might not have started drinking until later. The timeline’s probably pushed up.”

The girl inclined her head. “Maybe. But Shikamaru-kun is coming out for a smoke now.” She gestured at a faraway figure who was taking a drag on a lit cigarette. “If the event was wrapping up, his mother would have dragged him back in.”

“Nara’s more than capable of giving his mom the slip,” Sasuke argued. “This might be his second round.”

“Then what about Tsunade-sama? She’s still inside, so she hasn’t had the time to get drunk yet.”

“Everyone’s working double time to make sure we don’t get a repeat of last month’s fiasco. She might not even get trashed this time.”

And so their conversation went, with the girl raising one proposal after another for why it was still early, and Sasuke finding ways to shoot it down. It was comfortable, engaging, and even, dare he say it, fun. What a strange thought. These parties were formal, a way to make connections, an obligation that Sasuke had to go to whether he wanted to or not. At best it was satisfying to walk away with a new business partner. They were never fun.

The game was interrupted by a lone female figure walking down the path shouting “Nee-san! Stop hiding and come out. Father’s looking for you.” She was short, with brown hair and a silvery-white gown. They watched her walk past in silence. When she disappeared down the bend, the girl sighed.

“Looks like you were right, the party is wrapping up.” She moved to leave their little hiding spot, but glanced back at him, lips quirking upward in a small smile. “It was good to meet you, Uchiha-san.” She hurried down the path after her sister.

Sasuke stood there, by himself. He’d gotten his wish, the hiding spot was his. But it was darker and quieter than it was before. Sasuke stood there, annoyed that she had known who he was but he hadn’t even gotten a name. With a huff, Sasuke left the hedge too, and headed back towards the party. His father was probably looking for him.

#sasuhina #shmonth2021 #sasuhinamonth2021 #day 1 #my fanfics:sasuhina #my writing

35 notes · View notes

featheredoutrage · 9 years

Text

Of Ghosts and Avengers

Fandom: Naruto

Rating: K+

AN: Sasuhina Month Day 6--Birthdays

Hinata’s seventh birthday was like all the others. Every year for as long as she could remember, her father would throw a huge formal party in the enormous Main House reception room. Relatives, clan leaders, and business associates would come bearing elaborate toys and beautiful gifts and false interest. In the kitchens, the servants worked overtime to create a grand feast. Of course, the piece de resistance was the enormous multi-flavored birthday cake.

Everything would be wonderful and perfect, as befitting of the future leader of the prestigious Hyuga clan. Hinata was completely miserable.

Sasuke’s seventh birthday was completely different from his previous ones. It used to be that every year for as long as he could remember, he and his father would spend the morning training or at the Uchiha police station. And for that birthday morning, he got to be with his father without constantly being reminded of Itachi’s achievements. Then in the afternoon, when he badgered Itachi to spend time with him, Itachi would comply, instead of tapping him on the forehead and doling out empty promises. For dinner, his mother would make all his favorite foods. And he’d blow out the candles on the rice cake (the only type of cake he was willing to eat) while the rest of his family wished him a happy birthday.

Everything was wonderful and perfect and Sasuke was so happy.

“Hold still Hinata-sama,” the Branch servant said, and Hinata immediately stopped playing with the sleeves of her new kimono. The garment was gorgeous. Delicately stitched cranes flew across light blue silk while pink cherry blossoms lined the edges. It was also itchy and uncomfortable and not something that Hinata wanted to wear all evening. Not that she had a choice.

A few minutes later, the servant finished dressing the little heiress, and hurriedly escorted the girl to the party. The reception room was filled with adults, all chatting and smiling and sipping alcohol from champagne glasses. The Branch servant expertly navigated around all these important people without so much as brushing against any of them. Little Hinata was brought safely to her father’s side without a single wrinkle or hair out of place.

Hiashi, who’d been conversing with the Sandaime, noted his daughter’s presence and said, “Hinata-chan, this is the Hokage-sama.”

“Th-Thank you for coming.” Hinata mumbled the words she had been instructed to say and then bowed the way she’d been instructed to bow. Just low enough to show respect, but not so low that she was demeaning herself. She had a clan image to uphold, after all.

The wrinkly old Hokage smiled. “Happy birthday, Hinata-chan,” he said, his kind eyes twinkling. “My, my, seven years old. You’re getting big.”

“And more skilled, we hope,” Hiashi said. “Enough to lead the clan when she’s older.”

The Hokage could have mentioned that children like Hinata should be off making childhood memories, not worrying about jobs that wouldn’t come for years. But Sarutobi had dealt with enough clans and clan heirs to know when to keep his mouth shut. So instead he smiled and said, “I’m sure she’ll be a wonderful leader. Now if you don’t mind, I have to go find some of those egg custards everyone’s been praising.”

This was how Hinata spent most of the party. Greeting guests at her father’s side. Repeating the same phrase over again. Bowing just enough to show respect and not enough to disrespect her clan. A pretty, silent robot that the guests could fawn over and then promptly forget. A paper thin covering to remind people that this was a seven year-old’s birthday party, and not a business party in disguise.

Hinata forgot the adults pretty quickly too. Most were complete strangers, even the relatives. There weren’t as many children, and the ones that had come, dragged along by their parents, were running around outside. She could see them through the window, playing and laughing, and some part of her longed to be out there with them.

But she had to be polite and greet the guests like an heiress should. And besides, her father would scold her if she got her beautiful new kimono dirty.

Soon it came time to eat dinner. Platters upon platters of the highest quality meat and seafood were brought out and served along with white rice, pickled or fried vegetables, and miso soup. Hinata sat in the seat of honor. To her left was her little sister Hanabi, who grinned as she smeared food all over her face. To Hinata’s right sat Hiashi, who piled her plate high with the best cuts of meat and the finest fish and crab and shrimp.

The meat and fish went down easily enough, but Hinata had to force herself not to grimace at the taste of the shrimp and crab. Hyugas weren’t supposed to be picky eaters after all, and especially not the heiress.

(What a lie. Hyugas were the pickiest of them all.)

After everyone had eaten until they were bursting, there were drinks for the adults and entertainment for the children. Hinata remained in the background, waiting for the party to be over. She no longer needed to greet guests, and she’d learned long ago that the children didn’t want to play with the quiet girl with the weird eyes. It was surprisingly easy to be a ghost at your own party.

Sasuke tried not to think of his seventh birthday, tried to focus only on thoughts of Itachi and revenge and power. Thoughts that had consumed him every day since that night of the Uchiha massacre and would consume him every day until he finally achieved his goal. He tried to pretend it was just another day.

And just like any other day, he trudged downstairs to eat breakfast. His caretaker, who had been wiping down the counter, looked up and smiled at him when he entered the kitchen. “Happy birthday, Sasuke.”

He didn’t respond, just ate his egg and rice and miso soup. He did tense up and place the empty dishes a little more roughly in the sink than usual. It wasn’t even ten o’clock yet and the illusion had already been broken.

After the massacre, the Hokage had decided that he couldn’t leave the six year-old survivor to fend for himself. At the same time, he couldn’t hand the last Uchiha and all the political power he represented to a clan or random family. So the Sandaime came up with a solution: hire third party caretakers to watch over and raise Sasuke. The boy in question wasn’t thrilled, but no one listens to the opinions of six year-olds.

There would be many caretakers, at least until Sasuke got old enough to matter. The second, and current one, was a young, pretty brown-haired woman Mia (Sasuke forgot her name seconds after she introduced herself). She was kind and sweet and, like so many others, took one look at the miserable boy and wanted to help him. Sasuke ignored her completely.

But Mia didn’t give up, and she wasn’t deterred when the boy failed to respond to her “happy birthday.” Not even when he left for the village training grounds without saying a word. Instead, she busied herself with the birthday cake, the one she was sure would make Sasuke smile for once. After all, what child didn’t love birthdays and cake?

While Mia planned and baked, Sasuke trained (as much as an Academy student could train). He trained until lunch, returned to his house to eat, and then trained until dinner. And so far, no one made a fuss over his birthday. There been a few more well-wishers here and there, whom he tried to respond to with polite indifference. But no flock of fan girls descended upon him with sweets and presents, much to his relief. As he finished his dinner, Sasuke thought that maybe this day really would pass by without fuss and celebration.

Those hopes were dashed when Mia suddenly entered the kitchen holding a small cake topped with seven flickering candles. A huge smile lit up her face as she placed the cake in front of the horrified boy and turned off the lights.

“Happy birthday to you,” she sang, clapping her hands. “Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Sasuke. Happy birthday to you.”

There was awkward silence as Mia waited for Sasuke to blow out the candles. But he just sat there, staring at the cake and not saying a word.

Because Mia wasn’t his mother or his father or family. Because Itachi was a mass murderer and an S-class missing nin. Because the cake was chocolate with vanilla icing and made Sasuke sick just looking at it.

So rather than say anything, Sasuke got up from the table and headed out of the kitchen. Well he tried to at least. Mia had moved to block the exit.

“Don’t you want a slice?” she asked confused as to why Sasuke was acting this way.

“Shut up!” Sasuke exploded. All the emotions he’d been shoving down throughout the day boiling over. “I hate you! Just go away.” Pushing her out of the way, he raced out of the kitchen and up the stairs to his room. Mia watched him go, flinching at the bang of the slammed door.

At the end of the day, after the guests had gone home and the servants had begun cleaning up, Hinata brought all the gifts to her room and stacked them neatly in her closet. They’d all be opened later so that thank you cards could be sent to the givers. But she’d never play with them, and eventually the servants would clear them out the closet. What kind of Heiress played with toys when she could be studying or training?

When she was done with that, and had finished getting ready for bed, Hinata slipped underneath her covers, curled up into a ball, and cried.

She cried, not because of the party (she’d long gotten used to that) but because of the brief glimpse she caught of Neji as she brought all her gifts into her room. She saw the look in his eye and was reminded, just like she had been every year since turning two, why she dreaded this day so much.

She saw the hatred in her cousin’s eyes increase ten-fold, become so intense that Hinata could almost feel his stare stabbing into her heart. Not that that she could fault him. He had every right to hate her. Her birthday marked the anniversary of her kidnapping, the even that had gotten his father, her uncle, killed.

At the end of the day, after Mia had knocked on his door and apologized and set a slice of cake in front of his door just in case, Sasuke sat on his bed, knees drawn, and tried not to cry. Strong shinobi didn’t cry. Avengers didn’t cry.

But he did.

Big, fat, salty tears rolled down his cheeks and dripped off his chin, wetting the blankets and the bedsheets beneath him. And despite his best efforts to stem the flow, they just keep falling, more and more, until his vision was blurry and he was sniffling just to keep the snot from running into his mouth.

For all his hatred and goals, he was just a seven year-old. A seven year-old who missed his mother and father and even his big brother. Who wanted nothing more than to just wake up and find out that this had all been a terrible nightmare. A mistake.

But that couldn’t happen. And there would be many birthdays where even keeping that wish a secret wouldn’t make it come true.

And so the two cried, the ghost and the avenger, while everyone around them wished them a very happy birthday.

#sasuhina #sasuhina month 2015 #my fanfics:sasuhina #my writing #sasuke uchiha #Hinata Hyuga #Naruto series #fanfiction #unsure about how this turned out

18 notes · View notes

featheredoutrage · 9 years

Text

Cold and Bored

Fandom: Naruto

Rating: T (just in case)

AN: This was super hard to write, which is why it’s so hate. I tried. Sasuhina Month Day 5--Blankets

...

Some blamed global warming, others said it was the wrath of God. The cause didn’t really matter though. The fact was that Konoha, which usually only received a couple of inches of snow at most, had been hit by a massive mid-autumn snowstorm. Three feet of snow had been dumped onto the city, rendering the roads unusable. To make matters worse, the powerful winds and icy temperatures had knocked out the power in most residential areas.

Of course, everything—school, work, events—had been cancelled. Konoha essentially ground to a halt as the city leaders desperately tried to get the roads clear and the power back on. Progress was slow.

At first it wasn’t so bad. Hinata and Sasuke helped shovel the snow covering the path to the front of their apartment building. Then they threw snowballs at each other and built snowmen and relived the winter wonderlands of their childhood memories. By the time they went back inside, their faces were red from laughter and the cold.

At first, they had entertainment. Both had assumed that the power would come back on at any time, and had stupidly wasted their battery on social media sites and a movie. And when their laptops were dead and their phones at thirty percent, they played board games and read books.

But the sun set early in the mid-autumn, and with it went the light and modicum of warmth it offered.

Thus the two of them found themselves huddling underneath a blanket together on the couch of their shared apartment. It was dark and cold and felt more like the middle of the night than six in the evening. But because it was six in the evening, neither of them felt like going to sleep. So they sat.

“I’m cold,” Hinata whispered. Without electricity, they had no heat, no hot water, and no electric stove. She’d had to settle for leftover onigiri instead of the cooked meal and cup of steaming hot chocolate she desperately longed for.

“I’m bored,” Sasuke grumbled. He’d never realized just how much he did at night, or how valuable light was. Now he was stuck staring at nothing.

“Hmmm.” Hinata snuggled closer, if that was even possible, and buried her face in the Uchiha’s neck. He radiated warmth like a human heater.

“Let’s do something then,” she murmured before nibbling at his earlobe. She covered his hand with hers, intertwining their fingers. Her pale eyes, which had turned silver under the moonlight streaming in through the windows, glinted mischievously.

Sasuke said nothing, surprised at her forwardness. He was the one who usually initiated the physical aspects of their relationship. The change felt nice.

Now Hinata was placing feather-light butterfly kisses from his jawline to his collarbone, leaving sparks of electricity in her wake. In turn, the almost feverish heat of his skin burned her cool lips and made her smile. He was cute when he blushed.

Pleasure coursed through him, making his pulse quicken and his breath hitch. Letting out a sigh of contentment, Sasuke freed his hand from Hinata’s grasp and adjusted their positions so that she was sitting on his lap, straddling his waist. Their faces were so close he could feel her breath tickling his nose.

“Hinata,” Sasuke whispered, his hand gliding through her thick indigo locks as he leaned in for the kiss. Hinata met him halfway, arms sliding up to rest around his neck.

It was just a bump at first, a brief meeting of mouths. Hinata’s lips were soft and pliant, and as Sasuke deepened the kiss he could taste the peppermint flavor of her favorite chap stick. Gently, he bit down on her bottom lip and sucked at it. Saliva replaced chap stick. The moan he got in response made him dizzy with desire.

As for Hinata, all the attention was making her heart race and her breathing erratic. She wanted more. So when Sasuke let go of her lip, she crept her tongue between his teeth and pressed it against the inside of his mouth. Wide onyx eyes met lidded silver ones before closing in pleasure. Slowly, he slid his tongue against hers and she was all too eager to return the favor. The slick friction felt good, and the corners of her mouth lifted upwards in enjoyment. Her hands traced random patterns on his shoulder blades while he ran his through her silky hair.

This was heaven.

Eventually, they had to part in order to take in some much needed oxygen. Hinata leaned her forehead against Sasuke’s as their ragged pants mingled and warmed each other’s faces.

“Still cold?” he asked, and she could practically hear his smirk.

“Still bored?” she shot back.

Sasuke grinned and, instead of replying, pulled her in for another kiss.

#sasuhina #sasuhina month 2015 #my fanfics:sasuhina #the kiss was so hard to write #all i could think of #was how gross it is to stick your tongue in someone else's mouth #why is it hot when other people write it?#*sigh*#fanfiction #Hinata Hyuga #sasuke uchiha #my writing #Naruto series

28 notes · View notes

featheredoutrage · 9 years

Text

Technical Problems

Fandom: Naruto

Rating: K+

AN: College AU. Sasuhina Month Day 4–Emergency.

...

The tap tap of the laptop keyboard was the only sound in the room as Hinata made the final corrections to the term paper for her Biochemistry class. After reading through it one final time, she pressed save and heaving a sigh of relief. Hours, days, of writing and researching and revising and editing, and now she was done. Hinata leaned back in her chair and stretched. It felt like a huge burden had been lifted off her shoulders.

The digital clock on her nightstand showed that it was two in the morning. The library wasn’t open at this hour, so she’d have to wake up earlier than usual tomorrow morning in order to go print out her paper. Around seven maybe. Still, that meant getting a solid five and a half hours of sleep tonight.

Yawning, Hinata turned toward her computer so that she could email the file to herself. But when she tried to open her web browser, nothing happened. The cursor wouldn’t move, no matter how much she swung the mouse back and forth.

Oh no. In desperation, she tried summoning the task manager. Loud ominous beeps began emanating from the machine as the cursor turned into the spinning blue circle of death. Please God no.

But God either wasn’t on her side that day or was busy with something else. The computer let out one last angry beep before the screen turned black.

Hinata stared at the dark screen for a full minute, too afraid to turn the machine back on. Finally, she gathered all her courage and pressed the power button. Nothing happened. No matter how many times she pressed that button or how long she held it down, the screen didn’t even flicker.

Did this mean that her computer was broken? All the blood in her veins turned to ice water at the thought. Under normal circumstances, this wouldn’t be too big of a problem: she’d just get a new one. But the sole copy of her term paper was on that hard drive. She’d just barely passed the first semester of her Human Anatomy class. If she didn’t turn in this paper, she’d fail for sure.

Failure. The word sent shivers down Hinata’s spine. If she failed this class, then any thought of impressing her father and making him proud would fly out the window. He would look at her with unsurprised eyes and think ‘I knew it’ and he’d be right. And what if he got angry? He’d spent so much money on her education, and she couldn’t even pass a lousy class…

What if he disowns me? I’ll be out on the street picking food out of trash cans, Hinata thought, shaking.

Logically, she knew that her father would never disown her for something so trivial. But logic died a quiet death whenever fear entered the picture. She needed to hand in that term paper.

Lunging for her phone, Hinata scrolled down her list of contacts until she reached the very bottom. Her thumb was about to hit the call button before pausing at the last second. It was two in the morning and he was probably asleep. Should she really disturb him at this hour? In the end, consideration also died a quiet death.

Off in the boy’s dorm building, Sasuke was, like most students, not sleeping. Instead, he was at his desk, designing a program for an end-of-year final project. Suddenly, his cellphone lit up and began to play a catchy pop song. It was the ringtone that went off whenever one of his “friends” (could you still call them friends if you wanted to strangle them half the time?) called. He cast an annoyed glance at the caller ID. I swear if Naruto got stuck in a tree again I’ll—

All mental processes ground to a halt when he saw the name being displayed: Hinata Hyuga. He could feel his face heating up as he carefully pressed the “receive” button.

“Hello?” he said, trying to sound cool and nonchalant and not like his heart was racing a million miles per hour.

“Sasuke? Oh thank God you picked up.” Hinata’s usual soft and soothing voice sounded hysterical. “My computer won’t turn on and I don’t know what happened but I think it’s broken and my term paper’s on there and I really, really need it or else I’ll fail my class and I don’t want to pick stuff out of dumpsters and I’m sorry for bothering you but please, please, please help me.”

It was amazing how she managed to say all that in one breath. “Um,” Sasuke said, glancing at his computer and the program he was working on. He was ahead of schedule, so he could afford to take a couple hours to help. “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

“Thank you so much,” Hinata said, sounding close to tears.

Ten minutes later, Sasuke arrived at Hinata’s dorm door, computer bag in hand. A frazzled Hinata let him in. Her hair was a tangled mess and she wouldn’t stop wringing her hands. Her bottom lip was pink from chewing on it.

“Here it is,” she said, gesturing at the laptop on her desk. She looked at it warily, as though it contained a deadly monster that could escape at any moment.

Sasuke sat down at her desk and tried to turn it on. He had about as much luck as Hinata. Bending down, he check the power cord, the electrical plug. Everything seemed to be working fine, so the power supply wasn’t the problem. This was going to be more of a hassle than he thought. Sighing, he got out his own laptop and began searching the Internet for solutions.

“Can you fix it?” Hinata asked, worriedly hovering over his shoulder.

“I’m not sure,” Sasuke admitted. He glanced at Hinata. “You said your term paper’s on here. Did you make a backup copy or store it in the Cloud or anything?”

“N-No” Hinata said, embarrassed. She’d meant to, but it somehow always slipped her mind. Never again, she promised herself

Sasuke clicked on the top result of the Google search. “I’ll try my best,” he said. As much as he wanted to be the knight in shining armor, he wasn’t about to make promises he couldn’t keep.

“Okay,” Hinata pulled up a chair and sat down. She was determined to stay awake until the whole thing was finished.

Hinata’s alarm went off at 7:30, just like it always did on Friday mornings. The pale-eyed girl groaned and shifted in her seat. Her neck was stiff from sleeping in an upright position for so long and her limbs felt sore. Yawning, Hinata slowly open her eyes…and froze at the sight of Sasuke sleeping at her desk. What was he doing here?

Then it all came flooding back to her. The broken computer, panicking about being homeless, calling Sasuke at two in the morning.

She got up and walked over to him. He was sleeping on top of his closed laptop. Tools, screws, and her computer hardware were strewn haphazardly all over the desk. “Sasuke? Sasuke please wake up,” she said, shaking him slightly

The Uchiha woke up with a start. “Wha? Hinata?” He glanced wildly around the room, disorientated, before spotting the computers on the desk and remembering why he had come in the first place.

“Were you…” Hinata prepared herself for the worst.

Despite the dark circles on his eyes, Sasuke smiled and picked up a blue flash drive that had been lying right next to his laptop. “Everything’s in here.”

Wide-eyed and disbelieving, Hinata took the memory stick and stared at it like it was the world’s biggest diamond. It might as well have been.

“I didn’t manage to save your computer though—” Sasuke apologized. But before he could finish, Hinata sprang forward and hugged him with all her (surprisingly powerful) might.

“Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you,” she chanted, tears of relief forming at the corner of her eyes.

“Can’t…breathe,” Sasuke rasped. The force of the sudden movement had knocked the wind from his lungs and the strength of her squeeze didn’t allow much room for breathing. His cheeks were bright pink; he blamed asphyxiation.

A couple seconds later, Hinata pulled away and grabbed her backpack. If she hurried, she could get to the library, print out her paper, and still hand it on time. Shouting one last “thank you Sasuke” over her shoulder, she dashed out of her room, flash drive in hand.

Sasuke stared blankly at the door for a moment, his cheeks still bright pink (asphyxiation, he’d insist), trying to memorize every moment of that brief contact. Finally, he shook himself out of his stupor and began packing his things. He needed to get back to his own bed and take a nap.

#sasuhina #sasuke uchiha #hinata hyuga #sasuhina month 2015 #my fanfics:sasuhina #fanfiction #my writing #naruto series #i can finally sleep #this is basically why i obsessively back up all my files #and have multiple copies of everything #those stories of writers losing entire chapters #is terrifying

42 notes · View notes

featheredoutrage · 9 years

Text

How Not to Make a First Impression

Fandom: Naruto

Rating: K

AN: Day 1 of Sasuhina month--First Encounter

...

Contrary to popular belief, Hinata and Sasuke did not meet at a Hyuga-Uchiha gathering or at a formal party. Their first meeting place had been much more humble: the playground.

It’d been the type of day that made shut-ins consider going outside for a walk instead of wasting their day on the computer—in other words, bright and sunny, with cloudless blue skies stretching as far as the eye could see. It was so beautiful that even Hiashi couldn’t bear to keep his princess cooped up inside. Grudgingly he allowed her to leave the ivory tower and explore the outside world.

“Let’s go to the park, okay Hinata-sama?” Ko asked as he took the little five year-old’s hand and lead her out of the Hyuga Complex. Hinata nodded silently, clutching Ko’s hand tightly as she hid from the stony gazes of the guards at the Hyuga gates.

This was the first time she had ever gone on a “casual” trip out of the Hyuga Complex. She’d only ever left on official clan business, such as visiting another clan.

What would the park be like? she wondered. Maybe it was filled with pretty, delicate flowers like the Main House gardens. But then would she even be allowed there? The Branch servants always yelled at her if she took so much as a step into that flower paradise, surely the village gardeners would be just as protective.

As it turned out, the park was nothing like she imagined. The only flowers were the hardy, ubiquitous dandelions and the occasional wildflower. Other than that, the ground was covered with bright green grass. In the middle of the park was a small pond, with a stone path winding around it. Ducks and geese swam lazily in the middle of pond, on the lookout for anyone bearing bread.

But what grabbed Hinata’s attention was the playground off to the side of the park. She stared wide-eyed at the colorful plastic equipment and the children climbing and screaming and laughing. She’d seen playground equipment before in the Branch grounds, but it was been nowhere near as large, and there certainly hadn’t been as many kids playing there.

“Why don’t you go play with them,” Ko suggested, smiling down at her.

Hinata bit her lip and hid her face in her caretaker’s clothing. What if they didn’t want to play with her? The other Hyuga children never seemed to.

Ko sensed his young charge’s trepidation. Hinata had never been the type to just approach others and ask if she could join in. She was probably extra wary too, since none of the Branch children were comfortable enough around the young heiress to let her join their games. Scanning the playground, his pale eyes immediately spotted the spiky dark hair of the youngest Uchiha child, Uchiha Sasuke. He was kneeling in the sandbox, a comically serious look on his face as he gathered the sand into a bucket.

“Look Hinata-sama, Uchiha-sama is playing at the sandbox. You can go play with him.”

Hinata peeked her head out from behind Ko’s robes. She didn’t recognize the dark-haired boy, but she remembered the Uchihas visiting the Main House from time to time. The stern man looked as scary as her father, but the lady had been nice. She’d even smiled and stopped to talk to her. Maybe this Uchiha boy would be nice like that lady.

Once she’d been but pried away from Ko’s side, Hinata trotted off toward the sandbox with great reluctance. Ko let out a breath of relief and went to go sit at the nearest bench, half of which was currently occupied by the elder Uchiha sibling.

“Hello Uchiha-sama,” he said, nodding respectfully

Itachi glanced him and returned the nod before going back to his meditative stupor. He’d just returned from an exhausting mission a few days ago and still had not recovered. At least taking Sasuke to the park required much less mental effort than trying to train him and posed less risk of accidental murder.

As for Sasuke, he was diligently building a sandcastle. This was mission that his big brother Itachi had tasked him with, and he was going to do the best job ever.

“Um, c-can I j-join?”

Sasuke raised his head. The pale-eyed girl standing in front of him was staring at the ground, clutching at the sleeves of her white summer yukata, and blushing so furiously her head looked like a ripe tomato. Her eyes were pale and pupil-less, just like that of the scary man who sometimes came to his house and talk to Father.

The Uchiha boy pondered her request. He didn’t really want to let her join. But the last time he said that to a girl, Mother had gotten mad and scolded him. Never mind how annoying those girls and their loud voices and persistent comments were (“What are you doing Sasuke-kun?” “Wow, you’re so amazing Sasuke-kun!”), he was supposed to be polite and gentlemanly. He could only imagine her anger if he told this nervous girl to leave him alone. Especially if she told her the Scary Man and then he told Mother and Father.

“Okay…” Sasuke said reluctantly, moving aside to make room for the newcomer. She didn’t seem too annoying, and his mission could use a second member. Besides, this way, he’d finish faster and then Itachi would be super impressed and train him instead of sitting on a park bench staring into space.

Hinata could hardly believe that someone actually wanted to play with her and hurriedly sat down on the sand next to the Uchiha boy before he could change her mind.

“We’re making a sandcastle, see?” Sasuke patted the large mound of sand in front of him. It looked nothing like the castles in the fairy tale books Hinata’s mother read to her, but she refrained from pointing that out. “Here,” he handed her a bright blue plastic sand bucket, “fill it up. I’ll do the rest.”

Hinata nodded vigorously and quietly got to work, diligently filling up the sand bucket and then dumping it wherever Sasuke ordered her to. They didn’t talk much beyond orders and eager-to-please expressions of agreement, but there was a comfortable atmosphere. It was nice.

And then it happened. The fateful incident that ruined this otherwise peaceful first encounter.

Sasuke noticed a spider on Hinata’s shoulder.

Now, Sasuke wasn’t scared of spiders. But he remembered the fear and worry in Mother’s eyes as she flung a kunai at a spider crawling near him. So Sasuke naturally assumed, with his extremely limited experience with girls, that if his mother was afraid of spiders, all girls had to be afraid of spiders. (Unbeknownst to him, Mikoto had no such fear. That spider had been one of the few poisonous species found in Konoha, and it’d been too close to her son to be allowed to live.)

He had to get rid of the spider before Hinata saw it and got scared. Sasuke looked around and saw a large rock lying outside of the sandbox. It wasn’t a kunai, but it’d have to do. The Uchiha boy surreptitiously reached for the rock and took aim. Shouting a battle cry, he threw the rock with all his might.

The large brown and grey stone flew through the air. Time seemed to slow as it headed for its target. But instead of annihilating the spider, it hit Hinata smack in the middle of her forehead. With a muted thud, the rock bounced off her head and landed onto the sand next to her.

“Ahhh,” Hinata yelled, clutching her forehead. Tears were forming at the corners of her eyes as she wailed in surprise and pain.

Faced with utter failure and a crying girl, Sasuke did the first thing that came to mind: he ran away. Well he tried to anyway. A terrified five-year old was no match for a high-level shinobi. Sasuke had barely taken ten steps before Itachi caught him and dragged him back to the crime scene.

“I’msorryIdidn’tmeanittherewasaspideranditriedtokillitpleasedon’ttellMother,” Sasuke blubbered, mashing and tripping over his words.

“I’m sorry for what my brother did,” Itachi said, bowing. He wasn’t even sure what had happened, but he figured it was better to apologize than accidentally cause a clan feud.

Ko, who’d shot out of his seat like a rocket, held the crying girl close as he glared at the Uchiha brothers. What had he been thinking? How could he have let Hinata play with a boy uncouth enough to throw a rock at her head? He should have just had her feed the ducks instead. “Good day,” he said hotly, deliberately ignoring the apology. The caretaker bowed stiffly before rushing off towards the Hyuga Complex to have Hinata be tended to.

Itachi straightened and looked around. The playground was dead silent. Everyone was staring at the remaining duo with a mixture of curiosity, disapproval or amusement. Being at the center of attention defeated the point of coming to the public playground, where the great number of civilians made it one of the few places Itachi could go and expect to be ignored. He sighed, took his little brother’s hand and guided the him home.

In the end, Mikoto didn’t scold Sasuke for making a girl cry like Sasuke had expected. Instead, she laughed so hard she had to take a minute to catch her breath. Meanwhile Hinata’s “injury” (nothing more than a shallow scape) had been quickly bandaged. Still, Ko never took her back to the playground again. Or allowed her within ten feet of another Uchiha.

Hinata and Sasuke didn’t see each other again until they both entered the Academy. There Sasuke actively avoided her and Hinata covered her forehead whenever he was up for weapon aiming practice.

#sasuhina #Hinata Hyuga #sasuke #my fanfics:sasuhina #my writing #Naruto series #sasuhina month 2015 #fanfiction

76 notes · View notes