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rosellerivers19 · 9 months ago

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I'm trying to teach here!

Sasuhina; Anbu Captain x Academy teacher au inspired by @hanchu27 's art on twitter

Hinata Hyuga used to be an esteemed heiress but that title was stripped from her when she was young now at the prime age of 22 she was an academy teacher. The Kindest of them all some would say. Though her reputation,pride and family life had struck sore she found many beautiful things later in life one of them was caring for children making them feel happy and needed in a way she had needed when she was younger, in the way her sensei Kurenai and team mates Kiba,Shino and even Akamaru did when she had been at her lowest point.

There was nothing particularly exciting in her life after she became a simple academy teacher sure . . . she still had a teeny crush on a certain blonde from the academy and admired his goofy smile and enthusiastic attitude every now and then when he came to the academy to meet up with Iruka sensei, but even now she could only observe from afar.

"Hyuga sensei!" her class shouted waking Hinata from her thoughts.

"Oh sorry I spaced out again didn't I?" she said smiling apologetically as a few student giggled

"Yeah you did," Mai Taisu, a popular kid in the class snickered. Hinata was aware of Taisu's rude behavior but she made sure that no other students got hurt in any way because of it. Right now the child was just saying empty words so she'd allow the disrespect besides she was an adult that meant she was the responsible one.

"I think it's kinda cute"

The whole class turned around to see a man with a cat mask and black and gray attire. He was a regular visitor yet no one knew his name. Well No one except the teacher herself.

"Neko san!" Many of the students in the class cheered as the man in the Anbu mask walked into the classroom from his spot in the corner.

"Now,now don't let me distract you please, listen to Hyuga-sensei"

Hinata could already imagine the devilish smirk that hid behind his mask

‘The destruction is already done and he has the gall to say pay attention’ she thought irritably before turning back to her class plastering a smile.

"Kids I'm afraid it's recess time so if you can go outside in a single file lin--"

The class erupted with shouting and everyone scrambling to get out in a matter of minutes. It was quite the commotion but also quite common for the academy teachers.

I think they're more excited about recess than becoming shinobi Hinata thought as she collected the papers left on the students' desks

She felt the presence of the Anbu captain beside her seeing him at one of the desks through the corner of her eye.

"Let me help you with that" he collected the papers in lightning fast speed, handing them to her a few seconds after saying the phrase.

His hand was outstretched to return the papers to her yet she was careful not to actually touch his hand.

"Thank you Anbu san." she said quietly walking back to her desk

"You know you can call me Sasuke" he called out from behind her

"You are in uniform, it would be disrespectful to the Anbu if I referred to you so informally" she replied, reaching for a chocolate big she had stashed in her desk so the students wouldn't go rabid.

"Is that chocolates" Sasuke asked peering over her shoulder

"won't you give me a few?" he asked his left hand to directly horizontal to hers on the desk but with enough distance so he wasn't *actually* touching her.

"This... is not for you" she replied, her tone a bit more harsh from the close proximity slightly adjusting herself so they were further apart "And you HATE sweets" she said almost accusingly

"Hmm. Then I suppose that you will show me some love TONIGHT... Right? Hyuuga-sensei?"

"What did you say?"

"I said you'll make me some chocolates later today right? We do live next to each other" he said overwriting his previous words even though she *clearly* heard him.

"I suppose . . ." she said gruffly

The Anbu captain stuck around hidden in the shadows for the entirety of her lesson which annoyed her but she didn't say anything about it, his presence only conscious in the back of her mind.

"Well that's the end of the lesson if you have any questions--"

"Why don't you ever teach us any fun stuff Hinata Sensei" Taisu asked, her feet on her desk a sign of blatant disrespect but Hinata ignored it.

"yeah . ." a few other kids agreed. Hinata knew the lessons weren't always fun but they were a crucial part of history and to becoming a shinobi

"Well I apologize you feel that way but this information is crucial" Hinata argued

"You just don't know how to teacher correctly" Taisu scoffed "what else can be expected from a--" Taisu stopped mid sentence with Hinata looking at her sternly.

"that is enough Taisu your recess time will be cut in half tomorrow if you can't handle a few boring lessons you will not be able to handle being a shinobi" Hinata spoke sternly

"Class dismissed"

The children said hurried good byes and see you tomorrows to their teacher seemingly scared by her tone of voice

Taisu mumbled under her breath from the punishment but didn't argue as she left

Hinata then turned around

"Stop scaring my students" Hinata scolded the Anbu captain who looked at her innocently taking off his mask.

"What? I'm not even doing anything"

Hinata sighed in frustration "Sasuke san as much as I appreciate you defending me I can fight my own battles especially against my own students" she replied she knew his presence had frightened her students he tended to do that when they showed a disrespectful attitude towards her.

She then walked to the chalkboard briskly to erase the lesson plan

"Where are you going?" He smirks not at all fazed by her scolding from earlier, "I'm not done with you yet...Hyuuga-sensei." he teased walking behind her before she grabbed his hand

"I'll talk to you after class" Hinata responded guiding him to the door forcefully to get him to leave

"what--- no fair," he whined but Hinata had already pushed him out the door, slumping against the door's hard surface.

This Anbu Captain Was A Problem.

The References:

Thank you so much @hanchu27 for the inspiration I'm looking forward to making more chapters with your art.

#sasuhina #fanfic #sasuhina oneshot #sasuhina fanfic #sasuhina fanart #Academy teacher x Anbu Captain #chef's kiss

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daifukumochiin · 4 months ago

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Summary: Sasuke's orderly life at elite Sairiumu Academy is disrupted by the arrival of Hinata, a timid transfer student whose obvious crush on him, a young man dedicated to his craft and his current relationship, stirs unease. (Initial SasuSaku with SasuHina endgame, modern Norse myth AU, high school, angst, romance, photography, postmodern-ish fic). Rated T

LIGHTS,

BOWS, and

MISTLETOES

an entry for SasuHina Month 2024, Day 27 : Forget and Remember

(for peachy-hina, since December)

@sasuhinamonth

ffnet: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14369143/1/Lights-Bows-and-Mistletoes

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57030778

Part 1: Lights

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The small white flower with a sunny yellow center and a wiry stem catching Sasuke's eye under his desk the next morning seemed inconspicuous enough to ignore. He wondered how it got there—perhaps someone had sat at his desk—but his main concern was whether anything had been disturbed. Upon inspection, everything seemed intact; no scribbles were left in his notes like the ones from his grade school days declaring I love you’s. This was Sairiumu, he reminded himself; not an ordinary school filled with snot-nosed kids from pesky neighborhoods.

Then the sightings continued: it turned up in the gap of his locker, under his umbrella, even wedged in the seam of his car door by the driver’s seat. This strange occurrence persisted until the day of the photography club's orientation.

To become a bonafide member of Sairiumu's prestigious photography club, candidates must rank in the top fifty of the qualifying exhibition. The previous year, it had been to a jury of select faculty on the theme of “Divinity”; naturally, Sasuke achieved top scores. This year, the club decided on an open anonymous exhibition subject to the votation of the student body. As for the theme, Sasuke couldn’t care less. He wasn’t paying attention to the meeting when it happened—whatever the recruitment committee head suggested, whatever the others voted for, he okayed it and presented it to the potential recruits during the orientation.

Not that he was agreeable.

Far from it.

Everyone in the studio who had suffered Sasuke’s relentless scrutiny knew better than to cross him. His temper is not for the weak of heart. Any aspiring hobbyist photographer who looked up to him because of the tender sensibilities that his works portrayed in famous photography magazines risked bruising their illusions of him. But already, freshmen none the wiser who signed up for the club flocked around him asking for autographs and pictures.

Sasuke indulged them; nothing too untamed that it should bother him so much. He loved good-humored attention in heaps, but not the extreme kind.

Amid all the fawning clamor, he caught a whiff of that blueberry scent, and that was enough to make him guarded, his accommodating smile vanishing from his face.

“Senpai? If you don’t mind one more pic…” requested one of the freshmen when he made an about-face.

He didn't find her there. She hadn’t bothered him in class or followed him and Sakura home since the subway train incident. That had also been the last time he’d been wary of her. She had stayed out of his periphery and it assured him that she was practically harmless at that point. During the orientation, he had also been too preoccupied to notice if she attended.

“Sorry. Some other time,” said Sasuke. “We need to make preparations and you could really use the time to think about your entries.”

Disappointed, the freshmen hesitated to press him further seeing how his mood took a 180-degree turn.

As the crowd dissipated and the auditorium was emptied leaving only Sasuke and his core club members, recruitment committee head Tenten pointed out, “You’ve got a cute, little thing there,” nodding at his chest pocket.

Sasuke scrunched his brows and looked down his nose. He found the small white flower he had been finding everywhere peeking up at him and retrieved it. “I think someone’s playing mind games with me.”

Tenten burst into laughter. “With chamomile?” she asked incredulously. “Looking at it closely, that must be a wild chamomile—a weed!”

Sasuke responded with a disapproving click of his tongue. "It must be a form of harassment," he remarked.

The others, preoccupied with indulging in premium donuts and delicate afternoon tea treats, overheard the exchange and dismissed it as 'almost neurotic' with lighthearted amusement, not taking Sasuke's comment seriously following Tenten—they savored the instant as much as they did their luxurious delicacies; it was such a rare opportunity, a happenstance that boosted budding protestations to surface.

But Morio, his classmate and club vice president, said:

“So you think Hinata Hyuuga’s harassing you?”

At the mention of her name, Sasuke's jaws clenched, perturbed by a flood of feelings he couldn't comprehend: angry, that he thought his concerns about Hinata had been done away with; disturbed, by the possibility of the little show he and Sakura put on the other day not being enough to dissuade further attempts from her.

Their laughter ceased; their tea suddenly lukewarm; the scones turning bland due to the nervousness that the palpable tension in the air around Sasuke could so easily induce upon them.

"How so?" Sasuke cautiously asked. How did Morio come up with the notion? He never told anyone. Apart from him, only Sakura knew.

“Gotta hand it to you—she is weird,” added Morio who kept his calm. “Thought you had a flirtatious affair going on when I saw her slip it in…”—he took a sip from a Ginori, amusement dancing in his eyes—“Thought I had witnessed you cheating on your girl.”

There, Sasuke determined he had enough. Bogged down by the thought of the paranoia she caused him since meeting her for the first time at Hashirama’s bridge in the rain, of the sleepless nights thinking about her and what she said, of the confusion about whether any of it had anything to do with him at all—because she made it seem like he did when really, he doesn't—he quickly excused himself from the rest and exited the auditorium.

While crossing the central courtyard to reach Cluster B where his classroom was, he stumbled upon Hinata by the central fountain. Heart caught in his throat, Sasuke discovered that words had deserted him.

What was he trying to say? How is he the worst at confrontations having nothing to do with photography?

The fountain's gentle rhythm mirrored the turbulent emotions coursing through him, mingling with the rustling leaves from the bower of Linden trees lining the adjacent paths.

There was an unspoken intensity trammeling as it coursed the air when their eyes met. Hinata stood there, her expression a portrait of shock as if she were a cat caught mid-theft, frozen and wide-eyed, as during that time at Hashirama’s bridge, holding her breath, faintly searching for recognition in his eyes, where there stood none.

For a heartbeat, the world seemed to fall away, leaving just the two of them in silent, differing agonies.

Maybe it served his peace of mind best to ask what she meant by her words then. On the other hand, Sasuke feared she'd take it as tacit permission to do whatever she so desired; whatever that is, he could only conjure to mind the worst things from experience. He doesn’t know her, she doesn’t know him. And if she ever does know about him through magazines or the internet, he won’t indulge whoever fan with any of their delusions in parasocial relationships.

Finally gaining chutzpah, Sasuke held out the flower clenched in his right, and with a pang of cruel satisfaction when he saw expectation gripped Hinata's face, threw it on the fountain where it floated momentarily before being carried away, shaking against the ripples.

Hinata gasped. Her eyes widened further, lips trembling as she bit back words that seemed desperate to escape.

“So it is you,” Sasuke confirmed. “Stop while I’m still asking nicely.”

“But–” she began, her voice barely a whisper.

“Don’t follow me around," Sasuke interrupted, his tone harsher than he intended. "My girlfriend doesn’t appreciate it, and neither do I. Stop before the worst things happen to you.”

It wouldn’t be his worst sin; being cruel to her like this is also kindness on his part. Sasuke appeased his raging conscience with that thought. "And if you're looking for someone... You’re sorely mistaken. That person is not me."

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#sasuhinamonth2024 #day 27 #sasuhina #lights bows and mistletoes

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sasuhinasno1fan · 1 year ago

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Where I fell in love - SasuHina Month Day 1

While I’m used to this happening in August, here we are for @sasuhinamonth and here’s hoping I can at least get to 5 days. The good thing is I can actually use my job’s computer to work, so fingers crossed. Anyway, enjoy.

Day 1 | Día 1

“Love at first sight” | “Amor a primera vista”

“Waiting for you” | “Esperándote”

“The Uchiha family, one of the richest families, all the way from Tokyo.”

“I hear their sons are single. Oh, to marry into a family like that.”

“My daughter will be dancing with them first.”

“Not if I can help it!”

Sasuke tried to not roll his eyes. Just because his mother didn’t attend the dance didn’t mean he was willing to tempt fate. His mother tended to know whenever he’d been rude to people. Probably why she practically ruled the house despite his father being the head of the family. He stood near the front of the room with his brother and Izumi, who was fidgeting.

“Stop moving,” he whispered.

“You try standing still with 20 layers of silk on you. I’m boiling.”

Their mother had insisted their cousin still dress in Heian fashion while switching the boys over to fit the rest of Konoha. Though from the looks of it, if they arrived in kimonos, no one would bat an eye. Regardless, he felt like he stuck out, which made the target he held even bigger. He watched many females and their female elders fight over who approached first until a different family all together came.

Their eyes made them stand out; white with the faintest hints of blue or purple. Except for one. Her eyes were a pale lavender, her long blue tinted hair and blue dress overlaid with floral lace.

“Welcome to Konoha. I am Hyuuga Hotaru, dowager of the Hyuuga family. Allow me to introduce my grandchildren. Neji,” the only male who’d followed, though clearly not interested if the slight glare on his face was anything to go by. One less person for Izumi to worry about. “Hanabi and her older sister and heiress to our family, Hinata.”

Hinata, with her small smile, different eyes and simple dress compared to her younger sister. She caught his attention more than anyone else in the room.

“Uchiha Itachi. Allow me to introduce my brother Sasuke and our cousin Izumi. It’s a pleasure to meet you all. Perhaps we’d be lucky later to meet your son, Lady Dowager?”

“He doesn’t come to dances. Hasn’t since we lost most of my family within years of each other, but we’d be very happy to invite you over for tea whenever you please.”

Oh, she was good. In a matter of a few sentences, she’d solidified a chance for their families to become close.

“We’d be very honoured. Perhaps I can help open the dance with your granddaughter, if that would please her?” Itachi asked, hand out to Hinata.

Her smile became slightly strained but she still nodded politely and let Itachi led her out. He noticed her sister looking at him and Sasuke decided it was as good a time as any to back out.

____________

He later found Hinata in the library. The house the dance was being held in wasn’t an opulent one, just enough space for the family and to invite the village members to dance. Most other rooms had been opened to allow mingling, but this small library was closed off, the music barely breeching the door. She was sitting on one of the ladders, reading by the moonlight. He couldn’t help but stare at her.

“Hiding?” She jumped, face turning red when she saw who it was. “Relax, I won’t tell if you don’t.”

“I-I’d be grateful. Obaa-sama expects me to be mingling. A-all anyone wants to t-talk about is how it felt to dance with your brother.”

“I can guarantee he had just as worse a time as you. Not that dancing with you is bad.” he quickly said when he saw her face drop. “What I mean is, Itachi would have felt the same regardless of who he was dancing with, unless it was his intended.”

“Oh, I-I didn't realize he was a-already engaged.”

It was an unspoken fact back in Japan of the type of person Itachi was, but he wasn’t sure how they’d take it in Konoha just yet.

“Not exactly. Let’s just say he has someone who warms his bed and our parents have accepted it.”

“Oh.” her face started to pink again and she focused on her book. “What about you? W-why have you come to hide?”

“I don’t enjoy the politics of female figures trying to marry off their wards. They care about my family’s name more than me and it’s annoying dealing with them acting like they know who I am.”

“Unfortunate product, I'm afraid. Even as the eldest, I-I’m still dragged to meet many suitors based on what they can d-do for our family. N-not my idea of fun either.”

“How about this? Your grandmother already set up a chance for us to meet again. How about whenever we manage to get into parties we didn’t want to attend, we can meet in the library?”

Hinata smiled softly, holding the book in her hand closer. “I like that idea.”

Later when they were leaving, Itachi asked where he’d disappeared to after the first dance.

“I was talking to someone.”

“You? You’d rather hang out by yourself than willingly talk to someone. What was so different this time?”

“They…It was hard to keep my eyes off them.”

He knew his answer surprised his family. He wouldn’t call it love at first sight, but maybe when they were older, he’d talk about seeing her in the moonlight and wondered if he could fall in love then.

#sasuhinamonth2023 #sasuhina month #regency au #regency mix of england and japan all meeting in konoha

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midorishinji · 3 months ago

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Clair de Lune

"One word from you will silence me forever, I hope you know that, but for that you need to say a word — your silence is distressing." "If one word would silence you forever, I hope fourteen are more than enough."

Sasuhina｜Oneshot｜Also published in Portuguese and on AO3

It was a lazy Thursday morning, in the middle of an unpromising autumn — or at least that's what Sasuke Uchiha thought. He tore one of the pages off the calendar without thinking much: today was September 22, 1988, the year in which the Iran-Iraq War came to an end, just over a month ago, after almost a decade of conflict; it had also been the year of the death of the Chinese president and the beginning of the USSR's economic restructuring, and the Gare de Lyon accident in Paris as well. It had been a troubling year to the world and, at the same time, a period of never-ending boredom for him, a mere high school student.

He left home for his first class of the day when it was early and the cold morning breeze dragged orange leaves away from the dry branches of the trees on his street. Next to him lived a fellow student and classmate, Hinata Hyuuga: the two hadn't really spoken to each other since they were children when they used to play together, and he rarely paid attention to her. Hinata had always been shy and reclusive, and this proved true even today when she walked every day protected from human contact by the headphones attached to her walkman. They didn't greet each other, as usual, they just followed the same path, in the same solitary and silent company as always.

Every second and fourth Thursdays of the month, the school newspaper was published, and Sasuke was an avid reader — not of the entire newspaper, but of a specific column, published by an author who hid behind a peculiar pseudonym, who wrote short stories. God forbid his swim teammates didn’t hear him say this, but he loved reading what that fantastic person, Charlotte Rimbaud, had to say!

Naruto, his best friend, knew this, and arrived at his locker with the most recent copy of the newspaper. — Your favorite author outdid herself this time, 'ttebayo ... I’ve read it, just out of curiosity, I mean, I wanted to see what it was all about since you like her so much, dattebayo …

— I like what she writes. — Sasuke corrected him, without taking his eyes off the math book he intended to pick up as he extended his hand towards the locker.

—Same thing, ‘ttebayo .

— I don't even know her.

That was the problem: Sasuke Uchiha, the boy who could have whoever he wanted in that damn school, couldn't have the only person he wanted because he didn't even know who she was. This bothered him, far beyond his wounded pride: it didn't matter if Charlotte Rimbaud didn't want him as a boyfriend, but perhaps as a friend or merely a fan, it would have been good enough for him. He needed to meet her and know what was going on inside the head of this extraordinary person.

— And you'll never know if you keep being a coward, dattebayo .

The bell rang before he could say anything else, and the two headed to the classroom. At the door, Sasuke bumped into his neighbor, who was carrying the journalism and literature club's attendance lists and other documents: perhaps that was a sign, he thought, before sitting down for Professor Kakashi's calculus class.

(...)

The end of the month always meant a lot of paperwork to fill out. Not that this bothered Hinata, she was already used to tedious tasks that allowed her to put on her headphones and let herself be carried away by menial tasks. At that moment, a new song served as a soundtrack to her duties: it was “Jane Says”, by Jane's Addiction; she had heard of them recently playing on the radio and she ran out looking for a cassette tape to record the song while in the first few seconds. It didn't matter that she had lost a couple of seconds of the track: the best things are discovered like that, by chance, and this loss was material proof of it.

The club room was already empty after four o’clock, except for her, who always stayed late to lock up the place and take care of the last details. It was during this moment of distraction that someone came in and suddenly took away her headphones, causing her to look up in annoyance. It was Sasuke Uchiha, from the swimming team. She knew they were neighbors, but frankly, she couldn't imagine why he was there. — Hey! — she said, taking the headphones back.

— Sorry, I’ve been trying to get your attention for a couple of minutes… — Sasuke said, very casually, as he observed the shelves full of books, carefully and meticulously organized — Anyway, I need a favor from you. I wanna know who Charlotte Rimbaud is.

—And why do you think I would know? — Hinata replied, without looking up from her papers.

— Because you are editor-in-chief of the newspaper and president of the journalism and literature club. Nothing is published without your approval. — what his tone of voice meant was: I'm not as stupid as you think.

— This means that I read what people submit for publication and I serve as a quality filter, that's all. Besides, has it ever occurred to you that anyone who is writing under a pseudonym is because they don't want to be recognized?

— Yes, but I need to know. I swear, I won't tell anyone, Hinata... I just need to know this.

She got up from her chair, taking the sheets of documents with her and giving a final tidy to a book that was slightly crooked on the shelf. — I can't help you, I'm sorry.

— A name, and I'll do everything else. She'll never know you told me. — the boy asked, blocking the path by placing himself in front of the door.

Hinata didn't give up, and turned the door handle anyway, forcing her way through. — I don't know if you've already considered the possibility, but not all the girls at this school are stupid enough to fall for your bullshit. — having said that, she put her headphones back on and, once they were both in the hallway, she locked the room and went to the principal’s office to deliver the documents. Meanwhile, Sasuke remained leaning against the wall, trying to come up with a plan to convince her to spill the beans.

(...)

— She didn't even want to hear what I had to say. She said she couldn't help me and that was that. And worse, she even said that not every girl in that school would fall for my bullshit! Can you believe it?

On the other end of the line was Naruto, who laughed at that crazy conversation. It was the first time he saw Sasuke Uchiha defeated to the point of not even being able to recognize it. —And is she wrong, dattebayo ? One time or another you were gonna fall off your high horse…

— I'm serious. I need to know who Charlotte is, and Hinata is my chance.

— One thing you already know, she's a woman, from what Hinata said... Why don't you try asking someone else at the club, 'ttebayo ?

— I've already tried: I spoke to Shino Aburame, and he said he didn't know anything. Sakura laughed right at me and said it's good that Hinata roasted me, so I can stop being an asshole. Kiba told me he didn't know anything either, but he looked so nervous that I suspect he’s lying…

— Then just go after Kiba and that's it, dattebayo .

— I tried, but he said that if I'm smart I'll get it, and that's it. After that, he hung up on me and he won’t answer my calls at all... And at school, he's avoiding me like crazy, I don’t know what else to do.

— Seems like nothing will come out of it then, dattebayo .

— My only option is Hinata. She has to give in at some point, right?

— I don't know, you know her better than me, 'ttebayo . Is she the type to crack under pressure?

Hell no, that's what Sasuke thought. They might not have been that close, but he knew that Hinata was as tough as nails, and when she got an idea in her head, there was no way to convince her otherwise: he remembered well when the school management tried to close the newspaper, and she just didn’t oppose it, she actually started the most successful publication right around that time and then managed to get a petition signed by the entire student body to convince the administration against closing down the newspaper. That's exactly how Charlotte Rimbaud's first story came about: out of spite. — Yeah, no, maybe that's not the best strategy... But I think you gave me an idea, so thanks anyway.

(...)

The following week, Kiba brought a stack of letters and left them on Hinata's desk, as she worked on the layout of the first page of the next edition very carefully. That broke her concentration, and she immediately questioned him. — What’s that?

— Letters from an admirer to Charlotte Rimbaud. He insists that they should be published in the newspaper for her to see. At first, I thought it was a prank, but we already have about fifteen stored in a drawer; it just seems like way too much work for a joke... By now, he should have given up if he wasn't serious. Wanna give it a read? — Kiba said, bringing the pile closer to her.

— No. As far as I'm concerned, you can throw it all away. — she replied, impassively.

— He said he won't stop sending until Charlotte answers him. He seems to be a pretty big fan.

She took the first one from the pile and opened the envelope.

“To Charlotte R.,

There's no one at this school who's a bigger fan of yours than me. I will continue sending letters until you answer, no matter how long it takes: you don't have to say your name if you don't want to, but I have so many questions and so much curiosity that knowing more about you would be enough. One word from you will silence me forever, I hope you know that, but for that you need to say a word — your silence is distressing.

Who are you, anyway? What do you like to do, to read? What kind of music do you listen to? What kind of TV programs do you watch? How do you manage to write your stories like that, so easily? What do you hide?”

— They're not signed, but the handwriting is the same, so they must be from the same person. — the Inuzuka said.

— You can throw it away. — Hinata replied, without hesitation. She felt her fists clench as she tried to control her reactions.

But Kiba had known her for way too long to see through that disguise. — Are you sure you don't want to read the others? They're not signed, like I said, but if I had to bet on a name, I think we both already know who it is, right?

— Sasuke’s an asshole, that's all. He just can't stand not having what he wants.

— And you're gonna let him send letters forever?

— He'll get tired soon and give up on this idea, and we'll be free of the problem.

— No, we will be pretending that the problem doesn’t exist, and that’s two completely different things. If I were you, I’d fix this.

With that said, he walked away from the table. They were the last two in the room, and soon, Kiba left her alone, while Hinata wrote down her response to a certain very persistent admirer on a piece of paper.

(...)

— She wrote back to me, can you believe it?

The excitement was noticeable in Sasuke's voice after he saw the small white envelope inside his locker. It wasn't signed or anything, but who else could it be? It had to be Charlotte! His insistence was certainly worth the price.

— And what did she say, dattebayo ? — Naruto asked, curious.

— I don't know, I haven't opened it yet… — the Uchiha unceremoniously tore open the envelope and then found the message that was there.

“If one word would silence you forever, I hope fourteen are more than enough.

Charlotte Rimbaud”

Naruto burst into infectious laughter, while his friend remained in disbelief. — Wow, what a woman… And she does have a sharp tongue, doesn’t she, ‘ttebayo ?

Sasuke, however, remained silent, still in shock. He had never imagined that his strategy would backfire…

Trying to cheer him up, his friend hugged him, patting the Uchiha on the back as they both walked to math class. — Give up on this while you're still on top, man. Actually, you’re not on top of it now, damn, dattebayo… !

— Your optimism impresses me. — the other boy grumbled. The classroom was still empty, as the bell hadn't rung, but little by little students began to arrive.

Naruto wasn't satisfied yet, of course, and needed to poke at the wound some more. — If you want, my mom has some Bonnie Tyler records to help you out, 'ttebayo , like “Total Eclipse of the Heart”, you know?

In the chair in front of Sasuke, sat the last person he wanted to see at that moment, Hinata Hyuuga, who arrived accompanied by Sakura Haruno, also part of the newspaper team. This certainly only worsened his mood, which became increasingly noticeable even to those who knew nothing about the situation. Like a good friend, Naruto added fuel to the fire: — Hey, girls, guess who just got dumped, dattebayo ?

If looks could kill, Naruto would be doomed by now...

— Do you have anything to do with this, Sakura? Talking shit about me to Charlotte would be very low of you... — the Uchiha said.

— You act like I need to talk shit about you to anyone, you worthless womanizer. — Haruno said, laughing, without having any real intention of offending him with the insults. The truth is that they both knew that he wasn't that bad, and that Sasuke Uchiha even had a smidge of ethics in dismissing suitors who didn't interest him and being straightforward in admitting that he didn't want anything serious. Not that that made him any less of a womanizer, of course.

— Maybe you should just give up. — Hinata said, very directly, as she put away her headphones and walkman in her backpack.

Sasuke sighed, regretfully. —That's what I'm gonna do. I promised her, didn't I? One word from you would silence me forever, as good old Mr. Darcy would say.

— I didn't know you liked Jane Austen.

— There's a lot you don't know about me, Hinata. Contrary to what Sakura thinks, I'm not a worthless piece of trash, no, at least not completely.

At least they both agreed on that. Part of ourselves is always hidden, like the dark side of the moon, and the face we show to the world is not always the face that represents us when we are alone. And sometimes we get this glimpse of who someone is when no one else is looking, which can be as surprising as swim team star Sasuke Uchiha reading “Pride and Prejudice” in his free time.

(...)

The remaining days of the month went away faster than they could imagine, and soon Halloween was knocking on the door, as was the promise of November. As promised, Sasuke didn't send any more letters to the newspaper's editorial office, and things seemed to be calmer, shrouded in the same haze of sameness as always. To his surprise, however, one rainy Tuesday morning an envelope appeared in his locker.

“If you still want to talk, Mr. Darcy, perhaps I will have some free time to read what you have to say. And, to answer your questions:

My favorite hobbies are reading and writing — my favorite book, as you may have already guessed, is “A Season in Hell”, by Arthur Rimbaud, a good last name for a pseudonym, don't you think? I like alternative music and my favorite artist is David Bowie. I don't watch much television, but I like watching new releases on MTV and watching movies, especially horror ones — my favorite is “Halloween”, even though I find the endless sequels detestable and just way too weak compared to the original. As for my writing process… I write the world as it is, beyond the appearances of normality, or as it should be; I like things that are interesting and out of the ordinary.

Charlotte R.”

To say that that letter had made him happy would be to underestimate his reaction: Sasuke Uchiha was ecstatic , and could barely control the stupid and stubborn smile on his face. It would be difficult to concentrate on training today, as he realized as he walked onto the school gymnasium. The place was almost empty, with few people watching the training sessions: winter was approaching and despite the pool being heated, it was still unbearably cold in the gym due to the lack of thermal insulation; it was probably the same feeling as getting inside a refrigerator, if he had to bet...

The coach, at the end, praised his performance and said that whatever had increased his motivation, it was good to keep close by — a thought that the Uchiha obviously agreed with.

Sitting down on one of the benches next to the bleachers, he saw a familiar figure, writing in a notebook. It was Hinata, and she didn't notice him until he was sitting next to her. — Writing much, huh?

This scared her and almost made her drop the notebook between the gaps in the seats. — Damn, Sasuke, what kind of idea, ugh…!

— Relax, I didn’t wanna scare you, I’ve just never seen you around here.

— Kiba is sick and someone needs to cover this fortnight's sports column, he's left to me, of course. — she explained, closing the notebook — What do you want?

— Nothing… But Charlotte answered me. I hope you don't mind if I send another letter to the editorial office, I don't know any other way of talking to her right now.

— It’s fine. — no questions, no complaints. This surprised him but in a positive way.

The one who actually had questions was Sasuke, who looked at the large mirror with an intricate, baroque-style frame, next door. — Is that yours?

— Yeah, a lady was throwing it out this morning, on my way here, and I brought it to take home later, Shino promised he would help me after he finished developing the pictures for the next edition. — she explained, tracing the arabesques on the frame with her fingertips. Thin, pale, and delicate fingers, like those of a pianist: Sasuke sometimes heard someone in the house next door playing, and now he was sure it was her.

Taking the mirror in his arms (which was quite heavy, he had to admit), he stood up and started down the steps. — Come on, I'll help you with this.

— I-it’s okay, Shino… — Hinata still tried to argue.

— Will take a long time, because developing photographs takes a long time. I know because my brother is a photographer, and I've seen him do it a million times.

The girl didn't answer, hiding her face inside the red scarf she wore, almost as red as her cheeks. Sasuke walked beside her, wondering how she had managed to carry that heavy thing to school, and where she could have stored it (probably in the club room, because it definitely wouldn't fit in the locker, it was too tall and large). What a determined mind, certainly…

Good thing the house was close by... Soon, they arrived at the Hyuuga family's yellow house, the one with sunflowers planted near the front window, from where it was possible to see the piano in the living room. — T-thank you... You don't have to be so nice to me, you know? I wouldn't ask for anything in return for letting you send the letters, you know...

— I know, and I know that I don't need to be nice to you or anyone else: I just wanna be. — Sasuke said, with a small smile of satisfaction. He was a person who didn't smile much — Are you sure you don't need help putting this up on the wall?

— No, my dad can help me with that, he should be getting home by now. Thank you, really, Sasuke.

It might not have seemed like much, but those simple words made a strong impression on Sasuke and, if he could describe it, he would have said that they melted his cold heart a little. There's a lot of beauty in being simple and to the point, and Hinata Hyuuga sure has a way with words, a certain firmness of character, he thought, as he walked into the house as well. It was a funny thought to have, accompanied also by a vague feeling of déjà vu .

(...)

Night fell and, for the first time in months, Sasuke heard the sound of the piano next door. First, someone playing a few stray notes, and then a familiar melody: "Clair de Lune", by Debussy. His mother, particularly, liked this piece: Mikoto, who was cooking dinner, stopped what she was doing for the next few minutes to listen to the music. Sasuke walked down the stairs and stood next to her, carefully savoring each of the notes, and the emotion behind them.

— Hinata plays so well. It's a shame she barely has time to play now... — his mother said, sighing deeply.

— I know. — Sasuke replied, in a tone of melancholy that he couldn't understand and, for the first time, there was a flash of pain in his heart, as if something was missing, and he couldn't understand exactly what it was.

He returned to his room after the song ended, still surrounded by a magical mist, which left him intoxicated. I wish I could’ve sat next to Hinata while she played, and recorded the song to listen to it countless times, or until the cassette tape fell apart from being used so much, just to be able to replicate the magic of that short moment a little bit more. He wrote, motivated by a hallucinated fervor, everything he wanted to say to Charlotte Rimbaud.

(...)

Half of October was gone in the blink of an eye, and the second fortnight would bring another publication of the newspaper, which Sasuke was very much looking forward to. Something had broken the ice between him and Hinata, which certainly surprised some and seemed expected by others, since they were now walking together, talking, to and from school, and he seemed to be hanging around the journalism and literature club more often than ever. The letters he exchanged with Charlotte became longer and longer, and he increasingly longed for answers.

It was a cold Friday afternoon when they were walking back home through an empty street. They knew that winter was approaching just from how the sky turned gray and dark so early, and the trees no longer had leaves on their branches.

— When are you gonna play again? — he asked, as they crossed the street towards the opposite sidewalk.

— Well, today, I guess? I don't know. Why? — the girl replied, while dodging a puddle of water, getting closer to Sasuke.

— If you’re gonna play "Clair de Lune" again, I want to record it. It's my favorite, and recently you've been playing it more often, I like it. My mom likes it when you play too, she always stops cooking to listen to you.

Hinata giggled shyly. — I can look for a cassette tape with the music already recorded by a professional pianist, I mean... It would be better than trying to use a recorder, I think the acoustics in my room aren't that good, and also, if I make a mistake...

— But it's different when you play. There's soul in every note, you know? Hard to explain.

She went silent for a moment, staring at the ground. — You know, it's funny you say that, because I think there's a little bit of me in that particular song. Not because I put my soul there, but because it has always been there , maybe even before I was born… Have you ever had the experience of recognizing something when you see it for the first time? Like déjà vu ... When I heard "Clair de Lune" for the first time, that's how I felt, as if I had already heard it somewhere, and suddenly the image of each note and my fingers playing the piano keys came into my head, even though it was long before I started playing, long before I understood anything about music. I just knew. My grandmother used to say that I was a peculiar child, an old soul, and maybe she was right about that, because I dreamed of the familiarity of old evening dresses and the glitz of the Belle Epoque , as if I had lived through it all and there was still a thread that tied me to the past, when I used to attend balls and waltz... — she paused and smiled — Or maybe I was just a very imaginative child and obsessed with a random historical period.

— My brother once told me that this reincarnation thing is probably true and that when we like people for no apparent reason it's because our souls have always attracted each other, gravitating around each other like planets around the sun. I found it very beautiful. I think he, like you, is also an old soul, and I am brand new, as modern as a color television. — Sasuke said, with a crooked smile — By the way, has anyone ever told you that you have a way with words? Right now, it’s like I felt a déjà vu too, as if I had already heard not those exact words, not those ideas, but this way, this soul behind it...

Pausing for a minute, suddenly Sasuke Uchiha felt terribly stupid, and realized the truth behind that almost comical situation: Kiba was right when he said that if he was smart he would get everything, and it seems that this thought had only occurred to him now. Arthur Rimbaud, who lived during the Belle Epoque, was an old soul just like the little Charlotte he finally met in person. — Charlotte... You're Charlotte, aren't you?

Giving up, the Hyuuga hid a little further inside the red scarf, as scarlet as she was. — Well... It looks like we've finally met, right, Mr. Darcy?

#naruto #naruto fanfic #naruto shippuden #hinata hyuga #sasuke uchiha #sasuhina #sakura haruno #naruto uzumaki #kiba inuzuka #fanfiction #writing #1980s #high schooal #au!high school #au!1980s #jane austen

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crystaltrinket · 1 year ago

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how i love to see you smile - Naruto - Uchiha Sasuke/Hyuuga Hinata - drabble series for SasuHina Month 2022

[Rating: G | Prompt: Mono no aware - the pathos of things; the gentle wistfulness at the transience of things, and the awareness of the sadness of existence | Word Count: 500 | Warnings: None] @sasuhinamonth

Author's Note: Wow! Not me updating more than 1 year later... in any case, this has been sitting in my drafts for while. I intend to finish this even though 2022 is long over. I hope you don't mind.

[Part 15 |

Sasuke thought it was weird when he saw the usual hawk eyes on him with less killing intent behind him.

‘What was his name again?’ he thought as his family passed the stoic man and entered the onsen-ji.

His mother oohed and ahhed as they stepped into the foyer. His father looked around the entrance hall with a meticulous eye. The Hyuuga kept the onsen-ji traditional in a sense that one would think they never advanced past the Meiji era. Sasuke watched him warily, almost ready to jump to defend Hinata if unfavorable judgment passed his lips.

“It is quite beautiful inside,” he father remarked.

"Isn't it? Oh, I'm so glad I picked it. We'll have a wonderful time!" his mother gushed.

“Uchiha-san, welcome,” the stoic man they passed earlier greeted them. “I am Ko, at your service.”

‘Ah, that’s it. Ko. The other bodyguard.’ Sasuke stared at him while Ko regarded him with a small nod.

“Hinata-sama sends her well-wishes. She is acting in her father’s stead at a conference and won’t be able to see you during your stay, Mikoto-san.”

A small pout formed on his mother’s face. “It is quite alright, Ko-san. Please send Hinata my regards.”

Sasuke studied the expression on his mother’s face as she spoke amicably with Hinata’s bodyguard about the onsen-ji’s interior and architecture. His father hummed every so often as they carried their conversation away from the foyer. She was upset, understandably. She saw Hinata as a daughter-figure and had hoped to see her during their visit.

He knew Hinata wouldn’t be at the onsen-ji during his family’s vacation. She apologized profusely the day she found out she had to attend the conference.

‘Father wants me to go. He thinks it’ll help me have a better understanding of marketing and management for the future of the onsen-ji.’

The corners of his lips slightly dipped at the thought of the Hyuuga clan head. Sasuke inwardly scoffed. ‘Of course, he would.’ The shift in Sasuke’s demeanor was minute but it was enough for his brother to nudge him as Ko led his family to their suite.

“Chin up, little brother,” Itachi smirked. “The conference will be over before you know it.”

Sasuke swiftly turned his head, refusing to let his brother see the growing blush on his face. “Tch. I know.”

—

The weekend spent at the onsen-ji seemed to pass by slowly. From the moment he opened his eyes in the morning til the moment they closed at night, everything reminded him of the lack of Hinata's presence. And try as Ko and the older aunts might, they couldn't replace her.

Without fail, the older aunts of the onsen-ji offered him onigiri whenever he passed by and even Ko brought out a few tomatoes from Hinata's personal garden. He was touched that Hinata thought of him, even when she was busy herself.

Sasuke fell back on his bed. His mind raced back to their families' impromptu meeting.

'How can I initiate a merger?'

#creator: crystaltrinket #series: how i love to see you smile #sasuhinamonth2022 #sasuhina #sasuke x hinata #shmonth2022 #sasuke uchiha/hinata hyuuga

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adhdnojutsu · 8 months ago

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Most people who commission gay Naruto art from me identify as any degree of male and any degree of male-attracted. Why do I get the feeling that gay men are not typically the folks complaining about "gay fetishization"?

KakaIru have no more and no less chemistry than some CANON het ships. Shipping characters for their animosity or rivalry is a tradition as old as shipping itself, and KakaIru started when Iruka started a fight with Kakashi for enrolling Team 7 in the Chunin exam and they hijacked the whole meeting until the Hokage himself had to intervene, because you could totally get a "get a room" vibe from that scene. And I don't know if it's filler or canon, but another typical "shipping catalyst" was Kakashi's therapy speech about Iruka's dead eyes following the latter's outburst at Naruto.

Neither are inherently romantic, but arguing a lot or disregarding rank and etiquette for each other are typical bases for shipping and always have been. And I hardly ever see people bitching about fetishizing lesbians. I haven't seen any bitching about InoSaku or TsunaSaku or SakuHina on this blog, it's all about KakaIru and SNS. Men fetishizing wlw is so socially accepted that they'll harass female couples in public with impunity, but when it comes to fiction, people mostly take issue with fetishizing homosexuality when it's mlm, and that's STRANGE. Almost as if the real problem here is that women are objectified with impunity like it's the most normal thing in the world, while men enjoy some degree of advocacy for their sexual autonomy.

There may be little chemistry between the two, but look at some real life (het) couples and you'll find chemistry is overrated. People will enter and/or stay in relationships for fiscal reasons, green cards, status, convenience, coping, daddy issues, social pressure, religion, accidental pregnancy, money... But shipping two men who lack chemistry solely based on their inappropriate display of familiarity both by Japanese standards and those of a very hierarchy-heavy job such as anything military-adjacent, is "fetishizing gay men"? Give me a break.

And the comparison with SasuHina is absurd. Those two never interacted. I'm not sure they even spoke of each other (Boruto doesn't count). "I'm not sure you can fetishize a het ship" sums up the problem with y'all. YOU are the ones viewing gay ships as "potentially fetishist" while taking het ships as the most natural, face value thing in the world. You're clearly projecting if a het ship is inherently less fetishist to you than an equally based or baseless gay one.

Lastly, Iruka isn't that good-looking by anime standards. He's just handsome enough for the audience to spot him in a crowd. Vibration Stars is about to release the umpteenth Minato figure, but still not a single Iruka. Iruka is consistently bypassed in merch and official artwork despite his impact on the MC. Even the walking irrelevance that is Sasori is a much more common choice for all things profit-oriented, because Iruka's character design only slightly elevates him above what the industry calls "mob".

#nsc replies #kakairu #kakashi #iruka #kakashi x iruka #pro shipping #proship #pro fiction

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bloomingtalent · 4 years ago

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Tag dump

#sister dearest (hanabi)#caged bird (neji)#through my eyes (headcanon)#proud failure (naruto)#loyal and wild (kiba)#not as fragile as a flower (sakura)#bright and beautiful (Ino)#words of strength (musings)#lazy genius (shikamaru)#with a dark vision (sasuke)#a poison called love (Sasohina)#the pupeteer (Sasori)#more than meets the eye (sasuhina)#the charmer (RTN!Sasuke)#the bold side of love (RTN!Sasuhina)#as fierce as a lioness (RTN!Hinata)#forbidden affection (nsfw)#tag dump #this came late

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lavendereyedassassin · 2 years ago

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This was supposed to be a one-shot for the SasuHina Month Day 2 prompt “Basorexia.” However, it turned out to be much longer than I expected, and I had less time to dedicate than I’d like, so this will turn into a multi-chapter short fic. I hope to post a chapter each week with a different prompt for SH Month 2022. It is unbeta’d and rated T, please enjoy...

Cursed Kisses By: Lavender Eyed Assassin (Rated T)

Chapter 1: The Curse

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Basorexia: An unbearable urge to kiss

SH Month Day 2 Prompt

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Why did I agree to this?

“Sasuke!” The loud squeal coming from under a bubblegum pink bob served to exacerbate his growing headache.

I hate parties.

Sasuke silently watched from the doorstep as Sakura excitedly rushed forward to embrace her old teammate in greeting. With a well-timed step back, he simultaneously avoided her touch and conveyed his distaste for physical contact.

Sakura, being astute as she was, quickly understood the action and stopped herself from reaching for him. The war was over. Sasuke had been on a journey of redemption for years, and she had finally learned to move on.

Dispelling the awkward moment, she gave a tight-lipped smile with an almost pitying expression that Sasuke couldn’t help but loath. Sakura turned her head away and yelled, “Naruto! Guess who’s back?”

From the depths of Sakura’s small house came a familiar, gruff roar, “SASUKEEE!!!””

Now in their early twenties, the Konoha Twelve were no longer young shinobi. Neji was gone, Tenten moved to Suna, and the rest, while living in Konoha, hardly had time to see each other. By some miracle, Tenten and Sasuke’s return visits coincided, and the group, led by Ino and Sakura, decided to host a get-together at Sakura’s newly purchased home.

“Come on inside! Everyone’s here already.” Sakura waved at the dark and imposing figure to follow her. Removing his travel worn boots and leaving them by the door, Sasuke barely took two steps into the hallway before a large, orange bundle of energy pounced on him.

“Teme! I almost didn’t expect you to show up, ‘ya know?” Naruto offered a happy smile that forced his eyes to squint into tiny crescents. With a one-armed hug that could pass as strangling, his other hand attempted to ruffle Sasuke’s already messy and overgrown hair. Their female counterpart tittered at the display of manly affection.

As ill-disposed and aloof as the ex-avenger came across, he had more patience for Naruto’s antics than most people. Like a practiced routine, he simply removed Naruto’s overly eager hand from inflicting more damage.

“I said I would be here. I am here.” The cold indifference in his voice was completely ignored by Team Seven’s alumni. It had come to be expected.

“Damn right you are!” Naruto exclaimed happily.

The space boasted a modern layout with the kitchen, dining room and living room being in a single open area, unhindered by walls. Immediately, Sasuke’s fight or flight drive kicked in as he took in the shoulder-to-shoulder atmosphere. Not only were the remaining Konoha 12 there, but there were spouses and other unfamiliar guests crowding the already cramped space.

Twenty minutes, and then I’ll leave, he assured himself.

After the escape plan hatched in his mind, he eyed a dark corner he was compelled to occupy. To his dismay, as soon as he began to slink off to that unclaimed and safe location, he felt a harsh tug on the collar of his sable cloak.

“No way! You just got here. You’re staying right where I can see you,” Naruto playfully reprimanded; a heavy arm casually, but securely, slinging around the shoulders of the touch-averse shinobi.

Receiving a scowl in response, Naruto laughed heartily and began to do what he did best- talk. Without letting go of Sasuke, the tall young blond dragged him to another pair of excited blondes. Sasuke felt his mood drop even further.

Females…

“Shion, this is Sasuke- my BEST friend from the academy! Sasuke, I’d like you to meet my girlfriend, Shion, and her friend Ririka. Funny story, they both work at the temple, but people think Ririka is a witch! HA!”

Sasuke offered a silent nod in acknowledgment while Naruto belly laughed hard enough to form tears. Uninterested in continuing the discussion, while deciding it wasn’t worthwhile to escape Naruto’s side, his attention started to wander. He perused the basic layout of the structure, memorized the exits, and studied the crowd.

Tenten was sitting on a bench, excitedly chatting with Lee. Gaara sat on her other side, a subdued longing gaze directed at the unsuspecting brunette.

Sasuke scoffed internally at the interplay and moved to the next group. Next to Gaara stood Temari, with a babbling infant on her hip, and Shikamaru. To Sasuke’s surprise, the class genius was in deep conversation with Shino. He didn’t know much about Team Eight. He never cared to know and wasn’t about to start.

So, he decided to move on.

There were some unknown, and uninteresting, faces. Girl’s flirting with guys, guys bragging with guys, and girls giving him suggestive stares that he proceeded to ignore.

Boring.

His focus landed on Choji who was happily filling his plate with the savory dishes on the table. No surprise there.

Ino, who was placing fresh addition from the kitchen, slapped his hand and lightly scolded, “At least wait until I put it down!”

Breaking him from his people watching, Sakura spoke to Sasuke in a hushed murmur while Naruto continued to gab. “I’ll come back to check on you guys later. I’m so glad you made it, Sasuke.”

He nodded blankly.

She smiled warmly at him and went off to play host, and make her rounds with the other attendees. After she stopped chasing him, and began to focus on herself more, it became easy for Sakura to make new friends. Ino also lost interest in the Uchiha since she only wanted his attention because she knew Sakura did. They became closer than ever.

As he trailed Sakura’s departure from their group, his eyes landed on a quiet pair socializing on the back porch. He couldn’t hear the conversation through the shut glass door, but he could clearly see everything from his vantage point. With their backs to him he could not easily identify the couple, but he was curiously drawn to the scene.

The tall, muscularly built man had unkempt, shoulder-length brown hair and was fairly familiar. The woman next to him, however, was an enigma.

It wasn’t her silky long strands of blue-black hair that he noticed first. Neither was it the milky smooth complexion of her bare arms that glistened naturally in the sun as they mindlessly ruffled through the thick, white pelt of a docile beast. Nor was it the heaven’s blessed curves and sinewy lines of her feminine build.

Although he wasn’t ignorant to her physical appeal, the first thing that he noticed was the way she moved.

She was the most graceful creature he’d ever laid eyes on.

His throat suddenly felt dry, forcing him to swallow to quench his growing thirst. There was a slight but deep uptick of his heart’s rhythmic beating. He drew in a breath to fill his desperate lungs and cool his warm core.

Who is she?

Drawing his dark brows together he unconsciously activated his sharingan in devout concentration. His pupils expanding to take in as much of her as he could. Wildly spinning pinwheels analyzing every shift of her head, each inhalation, and the smooth motion of her hands.

“Ummm… earth to Sasuke?”

A large, calloused palm waved inches from his face, effectively obstructing his perfect view of the mystery goddess. Annoyed, he glared at the nine-tails jinchuriki darkly and seethed, “What?”

As the hand fell, it was replaced by expressively wide blue eyes perched under raised brows. The perpetrator was a little too close for comfort causing Sasuke to instinctively lean away.

Taking in the Uchiha’s reddened face and dark expression, Naruto cut his stare over his shoulder to seek out exactly what had captured his friend’s attention so raptly. The Uzumaki’s confusion quickly morphed into a mischievous satisfaction, and he turned back to his friend with a smirk. Tilting towards Sasuke’s ear, he spoke under his breath. “Hinata’s hot right? She confessed to me once, ‘ya know?”

Hinata?

“I would’ve said yes, but Shion and I had already started dating, so I kinda ignored her. I just felt bad about rejecting a nice girl who’s done so much for me. And then after the Toneri thing happened, she stopped talking to me,” he began to ramble.

“WHAT?” Feeling appalled by Naruto’s lack of judgment and oddly concerned about Toneri, ‘the moon terrorist,’ Sasuke could not keep the rising anger from his voice. What was this feeling? Was he feeling jealous? Protective? He was definitely frustrated.

Backing away, the Uzumaki scratched the back of his head and laughed nervously. “Ehhh… let’s talk about it later. It’s not really that important. Right now, what’s important is we were just talking about going on a double date!” Beaming ear-to-ear like a Cheshire cat, he proposed, “Me and Shion, and you and Ririka. Saturday night. Great idea, am I right?!”

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Hinata walk in with… right, Team Eight’s Kiba and their mascot horse dog- whatever his name was. The new spectators did not quell his heightened nerves. Instead, Hinata’s beautifully innocent, and blissfully unaware eyes seemed to light a fire in him.

Channeling his rage into his usual trigger point, he loudly exclaimed, “What is wrong with you?”

Squinting his perplexed stare, Naruto repeated, “What is wrong with me? What d’ya mean what is wrong with me? What is wrong with you! I’m trying to set you up with a girl, you moron!”

Equally matched in both talent and stature, Naruto bumped his chest against Sasuke’s, standing toe-to-toe and nose-to-nose in challenge.

Witnessing the rising hostility, the rest of the crowd began to press in with anticipation.

This only served to infuriate Sasuke further. With a maliciously calm tone, he muttered, “Some friend you are. You don’t know the first thing about me. When have you ever seen me go on a date with anyone? Why the hell would I want to go on a date with her.”

Before the village hero could voice his intent to help, the woman in question intruded with her hands on her hips and a defensive snarl, “And what exactly is wrong with me? You think you’re so cool because you’re the last Uchiha and girls fawn all over you? Well, let me tell you hot stuff- I can read you like an open book! You’re just a scared little boy. Scared of anyone getting close. Scared of any sort of physical interaction that doesn’t involve violence. At this rate, your clan is going to stay dead, and you’ll be alone forever!”

The room was so silent, you could hear the whistle of the air as it blew through the small gaps of the crevices in the house. Even Naruto was speechless, gawking his wide blue eyes at the bold and shameless female.

Sasuke’s face remained apathetic but under it all, his blood was steaming. “Thank you.” That caught everyone off guard. His voice was smooth and even, but everyone could feel the dangerous undercurrent skimming the surface. “Not only have you displayed precisely what is wrong with you, but you’ve also reminded me of why I choose not to be intimate with anyone. I have no doubt that whoever chooses you for a bride would rather wish he hadn’t.”

The sting of his words lingered in the air, but not for long. Ririka, face puffy and eyes red with tears welling at the corners, summoned all her anger and will and directed it towards the cold Uchiha with a sneer. “How dare you! I curse you, Uchiha Sasuke! You who are so afraid of intimacy, are cursed with days unnumbered of exactly that which you loath the most!”

She squealed in delight and boisterously laughed. The crowd murmured amongst themselves. Uncomfortable with the strained conditions, some chose to depart- including Team Eight, leaving him forlorn.

Turning his attention to Naruto, who looked like he just watched his frog wallet speak a different language, Sasuke informed as politely as possible, “I’m leaving.” Then he turned his back on the blond trio, his cloak floating behind him with the motion, and leveraged his long legs to expedite his exit without breaking into a run.

Snapping out of his trance, Naruto went after him. “Hey, Sasuke- Wait!”

When he reached the brooding male, he grabbed his shoulder from behind in an attempt to stop him.

As Sasuke spun to face the aspiring Hokage, Naruto clumsily tripped on his own large feet. He was sent hurtling towards the unprepared Uchiha, whose special eyes noted the ‘oh shit’ he mouthed as their distance closed.

Sasuke’s eyes widened in horror, realizing at this range it was already too late. His lips twisted into a grimace as they were met with Naruto’s sloppy open mouth. It slid down his chin, leaving a trail of saliva as they fell. Naruto knocked his friend to the ground with him, and landed between his legs. His spiky blond head resting on Sasuke’s solid chest.

“Get OFF of me!” Sasuke demanded.

While Naruto scrambled away from the deadly shinobi emitting a faint warning aura, Ririka’s laugh bounced off the walls in a perverse cacophony. “And so it begins!” She bellowed maniacally, hands gripping her stomach, filling the room with her mirth.

Sasuke quickly rose to his feet and departed with more haste than necessary. This time, Naruto did not follow.

A strange feeling began to form in the pit of his stomach. His growing unease a biproduct of her words.

That had to be a coincidence. Right?

Turning his focus back towards the house from where Ririka’s howls pursued him, and mind entrenched in recent memory, he did not see the ball arcing towards his head.

Subconsciously, he was aware of someone frantically yelling, “Watch out!”

Snapping his attention back to his path, his sight flashed white. A moment of dizzying pain and he was flat on his back with a throbbing lump on his skull.

“Ow,” he mumbled to himself, bringing his hand up to rub the sore spot.

Soon thereafter, his face was once again coated in saliva. This time dog saliva. A giant canine had licked from chin to forehead in a contrite act.

Sasuke froze. Eyes blinking rapidly in dawning recognition of what had happened.

Face filled with disgust, he propped himself up to a sitting position and wiped the slobber on his sleeve as he did so. He winced his eyes shut to bear the pain, and haphazardly registered the set of feet pounding against the pavement towards him.

“I am so sorry,” Kiba emphatically apologized while he tugged the back of Akamaru’s neck fur, attempting give the Uchiha some much needed space. Looking at his furry companion, the Inuzuka admonished, “You were supposed to catch that, Akamaru! What happened?”

The large white dog whined and placed a paw over his nose.

“A-are you okay?” A softly maternal voice twinkled, capturing Sasuke’s attention.

His onyx gaze lazily lifted to find the owner staring back at him with concern. Her eyes were even prettier up close, he realized. Though the Hyuga had white eyes, there was so much more to them than a flat canvas. There was visual depth and complexity. Though pupilless, there was a distinction between the sclera and iris, which was gemlike and reflected a light purple hue.

After he was silent for too long, dumbly observing the female without acknowledgement, Hinata kneeled in front of him with worry, and stated mostly to her teammates, “He might have a concussion. I think I should check.”

Grasping the fact that he was acting out of character, he was about to refuse her services and let her know he was fine when his name was called out from some distance away.

And again.

“Sasukeeee!”

It was Sakura.

She was lightly jogging towards him, her face morphed with concern, and he began panicking.

What if the curse was real?

What if some other accident befell him which resulted in another lip locking scene? In the past five minutes, he’d already been kissed twice. He could not, would not, suffer another unwanted second of intimacy.

If he was going to be cursed by some annoying witch, by sheer force of will he would grab fate by the horns and force it bend to him. Starting now.

At a few feet away Sakura slowed her stride and started to speak, but stopped abruptly when she witnessed a most unexpected event. In a harried rush, Sasuke placed his palm on the back of Hinata’s head, looked her straight in the eye, and before he could lose his muster, placed his lips against hers.

He could feel the heat form under his hands, and he did not know if it was coming from her cheeks or if his palms were sweating. It was intended to be a chaste kiss. Something quick and effective- like him. He expected it to be like the other kisses he’d experienced in his life, with Naruto, but this was different.

His lips lingered against hers as he took in their softness. His firm mouth lost the edge of tension they started with. The quickening in his pulse matched his sudden need for air. His eyelids closed of their own accord, and he found himself gasping and securing her lips again.

His fingers began to tangle in her hair and her rigid body went soft, pliable. He took this as a good sign, until he realized there was added weight to her as well.

At that moment, he felt himself being roughly pulled away from the object of his exploration.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Kiba groused.

Sasuke watched silently as Shino gently picked Hinata up in his arms in a bridal style carry. She had passed out.

Sakura stood idly with her jaw hanging wide, with no attempt to hide her shock. Although her mouth was open, for once, she was quiet.

“Let’s go, Kiba,” Shino coolly instructed.

“Tch! You better watch yourself buddy. I might not be able to kill you, but I can and will hurt you if you pull another stunt like that,” Kiba threatened, releasing the back of Sasuke’s shirt.

Kiba’s threat did not pierce the haze of euphoria in his mind. He sat there motionless staring after Hinata’s limp form. Long after her teammates had taken her away. Past the moment when Sakura mumbled her goodbyes.

He sat…

… and he thought…

… about a certain pearl eyed Hyuga, who might have just escaped with a tiny piece of him.

~~~ To Be Continued ~~~

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bloomingtalent · 4 years ago

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@suck-my-tomato

Another sketch thing…:)

#more than meets the eye (sasuhina)#out of confidence #i have a weak heart for genin!sasuhina

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daifukumochiin · 4 months ago

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LIGHTS,

BOWS, and

MISTLETOES

an entry for SasuHina Month 2024, Day 27 : Forget and Remember

(for peachy-hina, since December)

ffnet: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14369143/1/Lights-Bows-and-Mistletoes

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57030778

Part 1: Lights

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The first camera he ever took a picture with was an old Nikon F3 that his father owned. Sasuke could still remember the clarity of that day, the sting of the cold, the freshness of dazzling sunlight that had only emerged from weeks of relentless snowfall that had buried Metro Konoha under a thick, unyielding blanket of white.

After loading their groceries in the car, his father drove up to a nearby playground where the sun directly hit and pulled out his camera bag to capture the neighborhood buried in snow.

"Come here, Sasuke," his father called. Bundled in layers of wool and down, Sasuke got out of the car, each breath a puff of steam that irritated his eyes. The sunlight burned bright and he couldn’t see very well while squinted.

His father’s imposing figure in a heavy coat knelt before him, shielding him from the sun, and placed the camera in his small gloved hands. He guided Sasuke’s fingers over the shutter button and instructed him where to look.

After steadying the camera against Sasuke’s stomach, he pressed Sasuke’s finger over the shutter button, capturing a shot of the picket fencing.

“See that? Now you try,” said his father. “Take a pretty picture. It’s not always like this around here.”

As soon as his father let go, Sasuke, driven by childlike curiosity, decided to move to a spot near the trees, captivated by the crepuscular rays and the golden glint of the sun sharply outlining their dark bodies. He showed the picture he had taken to his father, who, in turn, was pleasantly surprised.

“You’ve got a good eye!” his father said, ruffling Sasuke’s hair. The smile on his father's face, stretching from ear to ear, was warmer and brighter than anything Sasuke had ever known. Obeying his father brought pure joy, and the seed of a dream took root in his tiny heart as his toes curled with glee inside his boots.

They spent the morning wandering the snow-covered landscape, taking pictures of icicles, snow-laden branches, the sky, and the blue shadows. Even when hunger struck, his father’s praise kept him full and content against the cold; even as the tip of his nose and the delicate skin of his cheeks began to burn, the click of the shutter sent a thrill through his tiny frame that felt impossible to contain, making the time forgotten as though the adventure would never end.

One photo grew into a collection. The more photos he took, the more recognition he brought home, and Sasuke bore it with pride whenever his father showed friends the magazines that featured his works.

The great loop of Sasuke's reward and fulfillment revolved around showing his father his shots, chasing after elusive childhood sensations from that early memory. Until it all came crashing down in middle school—until it all came crashing down in middle school, when Sasuke, with grades slipping, boldly declared during a parent-teacher meeting that he didn’t need that much schooling, anyway; he was destined to be a photographer. His natural talent and skill were widely acknowledged, with his father, he believed, at the forefront of those who supported him.

How wrong, how naive he had been; his father had long since changed.

Sasuke never expected to wind up in a similar situation again: his perpetually busy parents sitting with him at the Sairiumu’s counselor’s office. Since he remained tight-lipped and refused to justify his actions, the result was a three-week suspension.

“This is a first. Care to explain?” His father’s tone was steady, almost clinical, as they drove to Sasuke’s shared apartment with Sakura.

A first? Sasuke didn’t respond; the last thing his father needed to hear was how the Photography Club was involved in all this. If his father was referring to the aggression, who could’ve predicted he’d be this desperate too?

In a way, his father pursued his notion of northernness and when he achieved something resembling it, had since been more driven to get closer to it, fully expecting his sons to follow in his steps.

“Didn’t you have karate classes? Was assaulting people all they ever taught their students?” his father said, frustration edging his voice.

Sasuke clenched his fists. He’d asked for those karate classes to avoid disrupting their lives with the stalking and other distressing situations he faced.

“Dear, it must’ve just been the stress,” his mother interjected, trying to diffuse the tension.

His parents left their sons to their own devices but supported each other unconditionally; his father's word was law, and his mother made sure it was carried out.

“As you’ve said, Sasuke hasn’t acted like this before,” his mother added gently. “Take this time to really rest, okay?” She rubbed his cheek, trying to soothe his sulking.

Before they left, his father said, “Don’t you dare pull something like this again. Now I have to go smooth things over with the folks at Iwa Mining Corp. and clean up this mess you’ve made… And don’t be carrying on this way around Chairman Haruno’s daughter. She’s the only good thing you’ve got going for you. All you do is play with your cameras with no business acumen whatsoever.”

He spent the next few days holed up in his bedroom editing photos. By then, a video of his attack on Morio had gone viral, racking up over 150 million views on FikTok. A meme of his furious face had spread like wildfire which equally made him a hot topic for being a looker in full-on rage.

Small-time tabloids and fake accounts quickly jumped in to spread malicious rumors about him. Everything spun out of control so fast that he didn’t have time to process it. Calls kept pouring in, but Sasuke refused to answer, not even from Neji. What followed was a spiral into a grand abyss. His only solace came from Sakura’s reassurances that she’d make things right, as he clung tight to her like Kandata to the single silvery thread of a spider lowered from paradise to hell.

“Why are you still with me?” Sasuke lay on his side, a cocktail of dread and self-loathing coursing through him after a wave of clarity set in, leaving him utterly spent from exertion, drenched in sweat reeking of canned beer.

"What sort of a question is that?" Sakura smiled. “Of course, it’s because I love you.”

He wanted to believe her words, to trust that her love was genuine; he truly did. But deep down, doubt gnawed at him. Yet, letting go was not an option—that was not his prerogative. Easing his grip on the silver thread would unleash a terrible hell. Sakura was fully capable of it. Even worse, he could end up dragging down his family and their economic prospects with him.

When she looked into his eyes, he wondered what she saw—whether she truly saw into him or was merely looking at him. Either way, he found no reprieve. He'll remain as convincing as long as he possibly can, partly as a matter of survival, and mostly because he's allowing her to break his heart still.

“I need to go take a shower.” Sakura kissed his right temple and slipped off the bed.

As Sasuke watched her, his eyes lingered on the small tattoo just below the curve of her left breast. She had several tattoos, and this tiny plant had always been there ever since he first saw her naked, but he had never thought to ask about it.

Sakura glanced back with a knowing smile. "Why are you looking at me like that? Thinking of doing it again?"

She crawled back to him, planting soft kisses along his neck and up to his lips. He let his hand slide from her back to gently caress beneath her breast.

"What’s this tattoo? This one?" Sasuke emphasized by tracing it with his thumb.

Sakura giggled. "Why the sudden curiosity?"

"Just wondering…"

"Remember I had cancer when I was a kid? That was in my medication. And I thought it looked cute, so…”

Thoughts of a younger Sakura battling a fatal illness never failed to squeeze his heart to the point of physical pain. Yet, oddly enough, Sasuke was feeling less of that pain than he used to. Perhaps, he’d grown numb; perhaps he’d become heartless—perhaps he had always been. Perhaps that was the reason why he was being punished.

“It’s a mistletoe,” she said.

Suddenly, Hinata’s words from the rooftop came back to him, seizing the hair ends of his arms with the ghost trail of an icy draft. He didn’t believe in superstitions: scientifically, mistletoes are parasitic plants with medicinal properties, but there was no mention of any superstition, in any culture, of mistletoes being bad luck. In fact, they were believed to be the opposite.But at that moment, Sasuke felt a sense of foreboding, as if Sakura's mistletoe tattoo held the same warning as Hinata's words.

His running suspicion came confirmed when in the middle of the night, after Sakura fell asleep, and he’d gone to wash himself, a notification popped off on her phone, her screen scorching bright on her dresser in their dim room.

Normally, there’s an unspoken rule between them not to meddle with each other's mobile devices—Sakura meddled with his phone often to make sure only pictures of her were in his gallery, but he never did. But that night, Sasuke couldn’t resist.

Hey, you awake? I can't sleep. I need you... you're all I can think about.

It came from someone named M.

Mmm…

Like the way her lips formed preparing for the next vowel just before she rolled up her car window the evening, she left him out in the rain down Hashirama’s bridge.

Sakura Haruno was by no means a terrible archer, but during the archery inter-high tournament that spring, she was faced off with Karin Uzumaki, an old rival, who with just a mere smirk, ticked Sakura off like no other. Everything else went red for her during the finals except the target. She stretched her bow aiming for her last shot and let go prematurely.

She kept her smile for the cameras but when it was only her in the car with Sasuke trying to get through Konoha’s rush hour traffic, she kept to herself until they reached Hashirama’s bridge. Then, without preamble, she grabbed her bow case, got out of the car, pushed her way through the dense traffic to reach the bridge railings, and threw her equipment into the river below.

"Sakura!"

"Let's break up."

"Wait," said Sasuke. "How is any of this my fault? Let's first get back to the car."

"You're a genius–figure it out! All you've done was bore me, you know that?! I'd rather be anywhere right now than next to you!"

Never one to be honest with himself, he couldn't comfort her and lacked the right words to say. But someone else had the emotional vocabulary, and Sakura knew just the right guy. Because, even as the rain began to fall, she demanded that he leave, and reached for her phone to call the person on her mind who could offer what he couldn't.

Suddenly, while Sasuke zoned out at the letter M on Sakura’s screen, the phone was snatched from his hand.

“I don’t remember giving you permission.” Sakura glared at him, the screen light harsh against the slight contours of her face. Then she went to the toilet bringing her phone, and stayed there for over an hour.

As before, Sasuke did the only way he’d ever known to cope. Seeing the bright moonlight filtering in through the window curtains, Sasuke grabbed his trusty Sony A7 II, attached an art lens to it, and went out onto the balcony.

When he checked his shots, a figure flitted through his vision on the streets below, looking up to him discreetly were she not exposed by a nearby streetlamp.

Hasn't she learned anything even after seeing him act his worst? He is no kind, gentle Baldur from Norse myth. And unlike Baldur, he didn't inhabit a fictional, perfect world like Breidablik.

In the real world, you fight tooth and nail for your dreams, chasing a reckless pursuit that you can almost taste but never quite reach. You could die with no one to have your back—not friends, fathers, mothers, or brothers.

“Are you having fun? Are you having a pleasant time?”

If she were to ask that now, he’d answer: “Does it really matter?”

She wore the same white one-piece dress beneath a lavender cardigan that she had on when they first met.

From that encounter, Sasuke had learned two things: first, Hinata Hyuuga was hauntingly beautiful in the rain.

“My lord! My lord!”

She chased him desperately through the crowd, losing her umbrella as she fought to catch up. He didn’t stop or even glance back.

“My lord!”

She caught his sleeve.

Sasuke stared at her, puzzled. Who calls out to anyone like that in this day and age? He glanced around, half-expecting to see a period drama crew, as she looked like she belonged on a film set. Then she smiled—this petite, otherworldly girl—and the dark chasm in his heart stirred, causing a shift.

Without warning, she swooped in and embraced him, rendering him immobile, his mind all white noise and void of thought.

With much affection, she looked up to him, her face wet with rain, her hair damp and her white dress clinging to her skin.

“Dearest, I found you.”

Second, Sasuke discovered that a pathetic weakness residing in him quivered at her tender voice calling him “dearest”.

It revealed his hideous desire to be found. Like waiting for pure light to come in the midst of an expanse cold, spacious, severe, pale, and remote. Like a castaway that had swam for miles and hours, struck with the singular desire of laying eyes on that shore and just finally, finally resting there.

But he was just a young man in the world, and as any human, he was bound to be skeptical. Who else would so freely offer affection on the side of the road if not one of those girls who made a living by sleeping around?

Sasuke pushed her away. “Try someone else,” he said. “I’m in a really bad mood.” The girl, visibly perplexed by this action, fainted.

“Hey.” Sasuke shook her urgently. “Hey!”

Her shoulders felt awfully frail against his grasp as she stayed limp in his arms almost as if even the raindrops could bruise her collarbones.

When he took her to the hospital, they were unable to find any ID on her, so Sasuke left his number, hoping to be contacted if she regained consciousness. The next day, he learned she was awake, but she had already gone home by the time he arrived.

Since then, she never left his mind. He marveled at how a mere stranger could affect him so intensely, even though he had just broken up with Sakura. When he and Sakura got back together, it became clear to Sasuke that if he ever encountered that girl again, he would have to conquer the part of him that had almost yielded to her.

Then, as if a temptation of fate, she walked into their classroom, clad in the school uniform, and introduced herself as the new transfer student.

“I’m Hinata Hyuuga. Seventeen. Nice to meet you all.”

After taking a bow, her gaze swept across the room and landed on him. Sasuke wondered if she had come to save him—and if she could. go to Chapter List>

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sasuhinasno1fan · 1 year ago

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Sunshine - SasuHina Month Day 11

A little late on my end but I didn't get a chance to work on this until later in the day. Anyway, I got inspired by the world of The Last Empress, the K-Drama, which is really good if you haven't seen it, though I'll admit, the way we say goodbye to one of the characters kills me, it's so badly done. but regardless, really good show. Also a little inspired by Morgan & Garcia's first meeting when he calls her 'babygirl'. I just had to.

“I love you” | “Te amo”

“Nicknames” | “Apodos”

“Excuse me Hyata.” Sasuke furrowed his brow as the woman focused on what she was doing, not even turning around. “Hey sunshine!”

That caught her attention, as well as those around them. She turned, a slight smile on her face. “Sunshine?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean, I was just-”

“I’ve had worse nicknames. What can I do for you?”

The Chief Imperial Guard and the Imperial Head Secretary. Both worked under the order of the emperor, King Uzumaki Naruto, keeping him safe and focused. But everyone within the castle knew that there was something brewing between the two.

“The Royal Bazaar will include the annual auction, and the family is asked to have items to sell during then. Princess Karin will arrive on Thursday before the event and will be picked up by security and guards that Chief Uchiha handpicked.”

“Is Suigetsu on the team?”

“He was the only one still standing when that attack happened. Had it not been for him, the Princess may have been killed. The Chief decided that mattered more than the Princess getting slightly insulted by his demeanour.” Hinata reminded.

“Fine by me, I was going to tell you to make sure he was on the team. What about Gaara and the others?”

“King Gaara and the royal family have confirmed they’ll arrive the morning of. Ambassador Nara will be the one to bring them over.”

“And the guest list?”

“Will be finalized by this afternoon when the deadline is up. I’ll have it to you after dinner.”

“Excellent. Is that everything?”

“Yes sir.”

“Dismissed then.”

Hinata bowed her head and headed to the door, the guards on the other side opening it as she got close. She nodded to them as she headed down the hall, gaze focused on the phone in her hand, her iPad tucked under her arm. Her list was long and growing with each new issue they ran into. She was going to have to redivide the tasks to her assistants and the maids. She wondered if she’d be able to get a few of the guards to help with the heavy items. She didn’t notice someone staring at her through the sugi decorative window that sat in the middle of the wall. Not until they grabbed her arm and tugged her around the corner.

Any noise she made was eaten up by firm lips pressed against hers. They got hold of her hands before she could react, tugging them to pull her closer as her lips were nipped.

“N-not here!” she whispered, pulling away to see if anyone was coming, her eyes fluttering when the lips moved to her cheek and ear. “Sasuke!”

“Relax Sunshine. I’ve got the guards stationed in place for five minutes. We’ve both got to-do lists taller than either of us, so come on. Bet I can get you off in less.”

Flushing at the crude remark, Hinata was tempted to push the Imperial Guard away, but she knew both the schedules were going to be insane.

“You’ve got two minutes, but keep in mind I have a meeting with the kitchen staff. Do not make me kill you later for this.”

Sasuke smirked, kissing her again as he pushed her to the corner where they wouldn’t be seen. He was going to make this time count.

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Sunshine. He called her that on her first day because of the sunflower pin she wore in her hair. She learned quick that hair accessories were better left for days off or when you knew you wouldn’t be attacked but it was also the air about her, she had. She’d been focused, working as contact point the first time, they met but she was so approachable and kind to those around her, even with the level of stress during the situation. Everyone gravitated to her, like she was the sun. it felt fitting, after learning her name, Hinata.

They got along well, worked off of each other and kept the staff together when the Emperor was too busy to check on everyone. They became the ones who made sure to keep him safe wherever he left the castle, be it physically or reputation wise. They were lucky, he didn’t do anything that got him into trouble and his own approachableness made the country love him, which usually left the two with time to themselves.

“I didn’t realise the Uchiha family was responsible for protecting the royal family.” Hinata said, the one time they took a break and had drink with the Emperor joining the cast and crew of a play he’d gone to see that evening.

“Not for a few years. We got blamed for an incident which wasn’t even our fault, so all Uchiha were removed from duty and sent out. I applied for the guard exam under a different name and was the last one standing. When people don’t pay attention to you because they think you can’t amount to anything, you get the chance to show them who you are. The last Chief was embezzling funds, among other things and – hey, keep your distance! I can kick your ass so he doesn’t have to!” he called to a rather handsy cast member who back off. “Point his royal annoyingness decided to take a chance and put me in charge. And I haven’t failed him yet. And I don’t plan to. What about you? why did you decide to take the secretary exam?”

“My family was under the impression that I would amount to nothing and in a fit of anger, I sent in my application. When I was told, I’d be allowed take the exam, I decided to just go for it. the worst that could happen was that I would fail, but at least I would have gotten farther than any other family member. I scored within the top 20. I was only one point off at 21.”

“And here you are a year later practically the Emperor’s right hand. Cheers, to proving people wrong.” He said, lifting his glass, smiling at Hinata as she touched his glass to his.

“Cheers to proving we’re better than they ever thought.”

When protecting their charge wasn’t the main priority, he was usually protecting her. The Emperor’s great aunt, Queen Dowager Kaguya was constantly trying to kill her nephew to assume control of the country. With people who would give up their lives for him, it usually resulted in her trying to take them out first. Since Sasuke and Hinata were able to figure her out, they were usually the main targets. It caused them to spend a lot of time together, more so under the King’s orders. Hinata didn’t worry as much, not seeing the danger, at least not until she was accused of causing the death of a well-loved handmaid – which the Emperor knew not to be true, even if it cause a down spike of supporters – and the maid’s son tried attacking her at a book reading. With a brick in hand, he managed to brake past the barriers as the royal family was leaving and head right for Hinata, who was behind them. Sasuke had been farther from her, but he managed to grab her, spinning her away from the son, taking the full brunt force of the brick. He was in the hospital for at least 2 weeks after.

“You can’t do that again.” She ordered once he woke up, passing the mental test. “We’re supposed to work together, so you can’t get hurt for me.”

“Sorry Sunshine, that part I won’t be able to follow. Care about you too much.”

“All the more reason! You think I like seeing you hurt? I care about you too. So don’t you dare leave me alone to deal with her.”

It became obvious to those who watched just how deep their relationship grew after that. If anything, they had the Dowager to thank for the final step. Who knew framing one person for murder would end up gaining that person a lover?

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“I thought the shoot was scheduled for later this week. You can’t tell me the photographer was booked solid. This is the Emperor and his kids, you know, the ones who aren’t even in the public eye as much since after the divorce?”

“The king didn’t divorce his wife, she left him.” Hinata reminded as she walked with Sasuke and the rest of the guards on staff for the Royal Bazaar. They were supposed to be escorting the Emperor to Bazaar with the rest of the royal family, including those who flew in, but Hinata just told them different. He was set up to do a photoshoot with his kids, Boruto and Himawari with a magazine photographer. It had been one that Hinata herself had scheduled but somehow the date and time was pushed up. Something was up and the Dowager’s sudden absence didn’t help calm them any.

“Call the guards with the Emperor. Tell them to get him back here in time for the auction. She can’t try something with this many witnesses and guards.” Hinata ordered, Sasuke switching to the different radio channel. Taking a deep breath, she put on a smile as she reached the green room that had been made for the royal family. “Greetings, members of the royal family. The Emperor has a small prior commitment but I’ll escort you to the auction room.”

“Of course, he has to make an entrance.” Princess Karin scoffed, getting up. “Let’s get this over with.”

The doors were opened by the guards, Sasuke on the other side, leading the rest of the group to bow. His usual men were joined by King Gaara’s and the few Princess Karin took around with her. As the royal family left the room, Hinata and Sasuke exchanged glances. Their guard had to be up.

The royal family were greeted by guests, mingling as time grew later.

“We’re going to have to start soon.” Sasuke whispered. “People are starting to get anxious.”

“Did they find anything?” she asked, watching the mix of guards slip back inside the room.

“Nothing. I still don’t trust this. I called the guards, there was confusion about the start time, the Emperor is only now leaving.”

Hinata eyes widened. “How? There’s no way that was mixed up, I left the schedule on his desk.” then it hit her. “Her handmaid has been oddly helpful during set up, hasn’t she?”

“They already have orders to get him down here now. He knows something’s up, sent the kids with their guards to stay at the mall the shoot is happening. With so many witnesses, she can’t risk hurting them there.”

“Get their guards to get them to agree to do a stream.”

“Already done Sunshine. Apparently, you’re not allowed to watch because it’s a present for you.”

With the stress of everything, the knowledge that the heirs of the kingdom followed her like ducklings always made her smile. She squeezed Sasuke’s fingers, sharing a look with him before she moved to stand on the stage.

“Welcome everyone to the annual Royal Bazaar. We welcome the guests to this event and of course the members of the royal family who have joined us today. They’ve very kindly added their own items to the lists, so if you could please take your seats, Ambassador Nara and I will lead the auction.”

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“What do you mean she checked herself out?”

Tsunade, who by blood was practically his aunt - cousin? - was also his doctor since birth. If there was anyone the Great Imperial Emperor was scared of and didn’t bow to him, it was her. She’d been dealing with a lot at the moment, so the fact that she hadn’t tried ripping his head off for interrupting her while she was busy meant a lot.

When he finally arrived at the castle after being stuck in traffic, he arrived to chaos. There had been a bomb, in his item to more accurate. He’d donated an antique clock from the family line to the auction, once he was sure none of his family wanted it. He’d given it to the staff Hinata had sent in to collect it, then heard that it went missing during inspection but turned up in the hands of the Dowager’s handmaid. With Hinata and Shikamaru running the auction, the two took turns describing the items for sale and it was just her luck she’d gotten the clock. She put her hand on the item and it radiated heat from the wiring inside. If it wasn’t for Sasuke’s quick mind once he’d seen Hinata’s reaction and his reaction thereafter, she would have been dead from the blast. As far as he currently knew, she had bumps and bruises, though a rather nasty cut on her forehead but no concussion and mild hearing loss, though Tsunade seemed to think that would recover. Sasuke barely got away with any scratches at all. He wasn’t even insulted when he ran in to find Sasuke rushing out with Hinata in his arms, demanding he get out of the way.

“Said she didn’t want to stay where she was easily reached. You gonna do something about that aunt of yours? Her delicate sensibilities are pulling me from actual important work. Besides, your Chief Guard is with her.”

Naruto nodded to himself. That part wasn’t surprising. He could be pretty oblivious but when Sasuke arrived back to work after recovering from the blow to the head, he was able to tell from the looks on their faces the minute they were in the same room.

He turned to his own guards, announcing they were going to check on Hinata before dealing with the rest of everything else. His usual entourage followed, servents bowing as he passed them by until he got to the wing of the castle Hinata lived with other high-level staff. Hinata had won the room lottery and gotten her own suite, similar to the ones the royal families had. One of the servants opened the door and he quietly walked in. the room was dark, glittering lights from the star light Sasuke hung outside her window the main source of light. His eyes adjusted and he opened the door to the bedroom, only to stop at the sight of Sasuke getting up from his seat by the bed. He watched Hinata move, grabbing his fingers, whispering something. Sasuke dropped his trench coat he held on the ground before retaking his place in his seat. Naruto just saw Sasuke press his lips against her hand. He decided that he didn’t need to check on them. Sasuke would protect Hinata from anything that came through her doors. He wondered if Kaguya knew exactly who she was dealing with?

#sasuhina month #sasuhinamonth2023 #last empress inspired #established relationship #king naruto #guard sasuke #secretary hinata

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flowerismi · 3 years ago

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Experience, Chapter 1

Well... The time has come... I'll finally post my first fanfiction... One small step for fanfics... One giant step for me...

Please enjoy some SasuHina Slowburn! I don't know how long it'll be... But definitely over 20 chapters.

"Such incompetent idiots"

The raven haired boy said as he walked down the hall. Sasuke had been looking for a new secretary. Someone who could think for themselves and not follow him around like some sheep. He was beginning to loose patience. His last secretary was an elder lady. She may have been old, but she did her job, and very well at that. Unfortunately she had passed away by an unexpected heart failure. Which led to Sasuke having to find a new secretary.

"Sasuke wait!"

Naruto yelled from behind Sasuke. Sasuke didn't stop, only becoming more irritated.

Naruto reached Sasuke and grabbed him by his suit's jacket.

"Are you kidding me!? Not even a single one? At least give them a chance..."

Naruto pleaded to Sasuke. Sasuke stared back at Naruto with a annoyed look.

"You can't keep this up. You almost missed the flight last week. Non of your suits have been to cleansing. And if I'm correct you've already forgotten the date for your Mom's birthday next month. Am I right?"

Naruto looked annoyed back at Sasuke. Sasuke looked away from Naruto. He knew Naruto was right. He'd been buying new suits here and there, cause it was easier than having to get the old ones to the cleaner and then pick them up. Sasuke often worked 7 to 22 or more... Sometimes over night. Plus he'd been skipping a lot of meals lately. Sasuke sighed.

"Naruto. They're all idiots. You see that right?"

Sasuke said. Naruto looked away and rolled his eyes.

"You mean all the guys are arrogant. And all the girls wants to get in your pants?"

Naruto laughed a little.

"They look like dogs in heat or some shit."

Sasuke said annoyed.

"Non of them have any work experience. I can't work with that."

"Okay. If I find someone with work experience.."

Naruto tried to say.

"Not just work experience. Ffs Naruto. I need someone who has worked as a secretary for a decent company before"

Sasuke snapped at Naruto.

"You done?"

Naruto looked back at Sasuke.

"I'll find someone. And then you don't fire them the moment they step into the building, like you did with Misha. Poor girl cried all the way out."

Naruto said.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. If you're referring to the girl who made me late for the meeting with my father, and then spilt coffee all over the documents and my brother... Then yeah, she better have been crying"

Sasuke hissed back at Naruto.

"Listen. All these people straight out of high school with zero work experience, who try to score a great job here. It's shit. It's never going to happen. I don't even know why the fuck you thought it was a good idea. You want to get with some 18 year old. Go ahead. But they're not going to work here."

Sasuke said to Naruto. Naruto looked a little embarrassed.

"You're such an asshole"

Naruto replied back.

"And I intend to stay that way."

Sasuke said back as he left the hall through a door.

Sasuke woke up. He couldn't sleep anymore. He was lying in bed, looking up at the ceiling. It was still dark. He looked over at his watch by the nightstand. 04:33.

He wanted to sleep more. But he couldn't. Instead he got up, like the days before. He went out for a run to the gym, and then spent an hour training, before running home to take a shower before work. He drank coffee and ate breakfast, and was fast out the door.

He was one of the first to show up at work. The tall skyscraper reflected the sun that was hitting it through the clouds. Sasuke stepped out of the elevator and made his way to his office. He sat down and began where he left off the day before. As the minutes passed, more people came to work.

All of a sudden a knock could be heard on the big wooden double door to Sasuke's office. The doors were basically sound proof. And without a secretary, Sasuke had to go over and open the doors himself. He was expecting to find Naruto or another manager from the department. But to his surprise a young lady was on the other side of the door. She had long dark hair that reached her butt. She was wearing a tight navy blue skirt and beige tights. Complimented with high heels in the same navy blue color as her skirt. She also had a white shirt on with the top buttons open, not enough to see anything though. Only a gold neckless was visible around her neck.

"Mr Uchiha?"

The young lady asked. Sasuke stood quietly and stared confused at the lady. She had white eyes. 'How uniqued' Sasuke thought.

"Who are you?"

Sasuke finally said.

"My name is Hinata Hyuga. I've been employed as your new secretary."

She smiled shyly. At first Sasuke didn't reply. Hadn't he told Naruto that he didn't want some chick straight out of high school with no work experience. Because she really looked like that. Sasuke took a deep breath. He was just about to throw a fit and have Naruto fire this girl himself. But Hinata talked, before he had made a decision on what to say.

"I've had your suits sent to cleansing. And uhm.. I've updated your calendar. Naruto, I mean Mr Uzumaki, made it very clear that getting everything up to date was the first priority for you."

'What. But it's only 09... And wait how did she get my suits anyway?' Sasuke thought to himself.

"Mr Uzumaki said I should talk to you personally, and sign a temporary contract."

Hinata said. Sasuke felt confused. Hinata looked around with a small smile. Blushing a bit. Afraid to look at the tall man, in front of her. Sasuke finally came to his senses.

"Come in then..."

He said quietly. He held the door for the young lady. Hinata nodded to him and walked in. Sasuke closed the door, and walked up behind Hinata who was much shorter than him. Hinata got nervous as she saw Sasuke come closer. He was wearing a lead grey suit with a white shirt underneath the suits jacket. Completed with black leather shoes and a blue tie. The pants were tight enough to get a sense of the muscles underneath. And the broad shoulder sent shivers down Hinata's spine. She decided to turn away from him, and sat down in the chair opposite of his desk. Sasuke followed her into the room where his desk was placed. He went around and sat down in his chair.

"So... Mr Uzumaki hadn't informed me of the employment of a new secretary for me."

Sasuke leaned back in his seat. Hinata looked nervously back at him. 'Was I employed by mistake?' she thought to herself.

"Do you have something for me? Job application? References? Something like that?"

Sasuke asked.

"I believe Mr Uzumaki have sent it to you by mail."

Hinata replied.

"I see." Sasuke said back. He opened his desktop pc and tasted his code in. It was very quiet. Hinata felt nervous. She had done what Naruto had asked of her. Get his calender updated with all his upcoming events. And get his suits to cleansing as soon as they opened. But sitting here in front of him like this. And hearing that he didn't even know that she was employed.

"Miss Hyuga... Right?"

Sasuke looked up from his computer to her.

"Yes?"

Hinata asked back nervously.

"I'll have a temporary contract set up for you by the end of today. So while I read your information from Mr Uzumaki, I want you to go prepare an analysis for sales reports from last year's compiled data. Then I want you to update the contact information on our three biggest clients, and you get me a meeting with all three of them. I want this done by noon. Got it..."

He looked down on his computer while tasting something. Hinata couldn't believe her ears. He wasn't going to throw her out.

"Yes Mr Uchiha!"

She smiled back at him. She hurried out the door, and gently bowed to him before closing the door behind her.

Her smile was sweet. Very kind and full of life. Sasuke couldn't help but feel his blood running crazy in his body. 'Get your fucking shit together' He thought to himself.

Hinata's desk was right outside Sasuke's office. She kinda had her own mini office. It felt nice to have a work space behind a wall and a closed door, even though it was made of glass. This gave her more space to think without the constant noises from everything else going on around the building. She sat down and decided to start with updating the contact information on the clients. Naruto had helped her set up a user for the company's computer. All she needed now was the temporary contract and a employee card, so she could get into the building by herself.

It was her first job since her own father fired her as a secretary for his own corporation. She had worked there for four years since she finished high school. Hinata looked around and admired the opportunity given to her. She never imagined getting a job at such a big corporation. With departments all around the world. And she got to be a secretary for the CEO of this department. A smile formed on her lips.

Noon came around and Sasuke decided to see how long his new secretary had come with her tasks. But to his surprise the young lady was no where to be found. Sasuke started wondering where she could be. 'Maybe she actually managed to finish everything and went to lunch?' 'Was it too much work, did she quit?' He couldn't see her through the glass wall or door that surrounded her small work space. He walked out and headed to the elevator. 'Naruto better have some answers'. But as Sasuke went around the corner he hit another person who accidentally ran into him. The other person stumbled back a bit and apologized.

"I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going!"

"... Miss Hyuga?... "

Sasuke asked in a rather sarcastic voice. Hinata looked up and met Sasuke's eyes.

"Mr. Uchiha! I'm so very sorry!"

She replied in a nervous voice.

"I got lost for a moment, but I have the reports you asked for. Unfortunately... Uhm... I haven't finished the analysis for the reports. I'll have it done by the end of lunch! I promise!"

He took a second to reply.

"Miss Hyuga... Why don't you join me for lunch?"

Sasuke instead asked. Hinata looked at him with a confused look.

"... Of course..."

She answered a little bit confused. Sasuke hadn't eaten lunch outside of the office in a long time. But he wanted to go somewhere neutral and talk with his new employee.

"I'll uhm... I'll just go, and put the reports at my desk, and grab my coat..."

Hinata mumble just loud enough to be heard. She hurried beside Sasuke and headed for their offices. Sasuke turned around and looked after her. A small smirk formed on his lips.

"What are you smiling at idiot huh?"

Naruto teased Sasuke, as he entered the hallway where Sasuke was standing. Sasuke's smirked quickly turned upside down to a frown in his friend presence.

"You like the new secretary? She's quite the deal you know..."

Naruto asked. Sasuke stared back to see if he could see Hinata, but he couldn't see her.

"What do you want Naruto?"

Sasuke then asked and moved his gaze back to Naruto. Naruto gave a little smirk before turning a serious gaze back at Sasuke.

"I know what you're doing. You're giving her way to difficult tasks that are impossible to complete in what little time you give her."

Naruto hizzed at Sasuke.

"Hinata is a good and extremely hard working person. She takes her work very serious. And she wants to do anything to do a good job. Do whatever you want, but I'm telling you. You'll be wasting a great employee with your shit..."

Sasuke should be angry at Naruto. But Sasuke felt rather proud that his normally chill friend and employee raised his voice for once.

"Naruto..."

Sasuke said.

"What!..."

Naruto hizzed again at Sasuke.

"Do you two have a thing going on or?"

Sasuke raised an eyebrow at Naruto.

"What! No way! Nonono! I'm friends with her cousin... We went to school together. He actually came to me and asked if we needed a new secretary in any departments on the west side. Luckily we just so happened to need a new secretary. "

Naruto answered back at Sasuke.

"But I've met her a couple of times growing up... When I visited her cousin."

Sasuke was just about to ask Naruto something, when he heard Hinata's high heels click on the floor behind him.

"Sorry it took so long Mr. Uchiha. I... Oh Naruto? I mean Mr. Uzumaki"

Hinata noticed Naruto behind Sasuke when she came up to him.

"Ah Hinata! I hope you're having a great first day!"

Naruto smiled big at Hinata. She blushed a little.

"Are you two headed down for lunch? You better get going then"

Naruto gestured for Sasuke and Hinata to go passed him in the direction of the elevators. Sasuke quickly stepped passed Naruto. Hinata looked at Naruto, smiled and then followed Sasuke.

The elevator ride felt too quiet and too slow. Hinata didn't know if she should say something. So she decided to just stay quiet. Sasuke was on his phone tasting something. The elevator door opened on a lower floor and two women stepped in.

"Mr. Uchiha"

They both said and nodded to Sasuke. Sasuke ignored them. The two women noticed Hinata, and looked quite confused. They didn't whisper or talk, but Hinata could see their judging look from over their shoulders. Both the women were dressed in beautiful suits with skirts and a jacket. 'I feel like a little girl next to them...' Hinata thought. When the elevator reached the ground floor, the two women stepped aside and let Sasuke walk out first. They nodded and smiled at him. Hinata followed Sasuke out, but was met with hateful stares from both women. As Hinata took the last step out the elevator, one of the women made Hinata trip over and Hinata almost fell. But instead Hinata hit Sasuke's back and grabbed his suit's jacket.

"My apologies Mr. Uchiha!"

Hinata said nervously. 'I'm a mess... He must think I'm some clumsy idiot' she thought. Sasuke didn't answer, he merely looked at her over his shoulder, and then continued walking.

To be continued...

I hope you liked it, and will continue reading ☺️❤️ There will come smut at some point. And it will also feature some angst... Just to prepare you guys.

Btw if you find any misspelling or something like that. Please let me know so I can fix it.

Thanks for reading! ✨✨

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bloomingtalent · 4 years ago

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@draculsongs

day 4: crossovers

A future without you, is a future without meaning.

Kimi ga inai mirai - OP Inuyasha Kanketsu-Hen

fanart by Adori-san

@sasuhinamonth

#out of confidence #more than meets the eye (sasuhina)

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peachy-hina · 3 years ago

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Day 1: Subtle Dating At Its Finest

Sasuke and Hinata are both apart of student council as President and Vice President. They have been quietly dating each other for more than half a year, and Naruto and Sakura, start to realize that there’s more happening than what meets the eye.

A/N: I know I’m late in posting, but better late than never posted, right? This aside I shall be posting the rest slowly but surely! ALSO I will try my hardest to keep up this year with SasuHina month!!

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crystaltrinket · 3 years ago

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Written in the Stars - SasuHina - Winter Week 2021

Hi, dudes! Happy Holidays! Part 5 has arrived, a little late but better than never. Forewarning that Parts 6, 7, and 8 will also be a little late. I've run out of pre-written work so this next sets will be on the fly.

Enjoy! @shweekly

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

Part 1: Winter Constellations

Part 2: The Beauty of Snow

Part 3: December Dawns At Your Side

Part 4: Koi no Yukan - the feeling upon meeting someone that falling in love with them is inevitable

Part 5: Snowed In

They spent the next early mornings together, preparing breakfast for their friends. Sasuke usually waited for Hinata to wake up, before getting up and helping her prep. Their mornings were quiet as Sasuke followed Hinata’s lead on food preparation.

It wasn’t long before one of their friends found out about their morning routine. Sakura had woken up early and found them softly laughing in the kitchenette. Sasuke spotted her hiding around the corner, softly smiling at them. Catching Sasuke’s eyes, she gave him a thumb’s up and retreated back to their sleeping pile of friends.

Over the next two days, he found his friends subtly helping him out as they did when they were back in high school.

Sakura kept the group in their sleeping pile well until breakfast was finished and Naruto often corralled the other into cleaning up afterwards to give Sasuke and Hinata time to enjoy the fruits of their labor.

Shino and Kiba arranged to keep the group preoccupied by engaging them in group games, pairing Sasuke and Hinata together.

Ino and Shikamaru made full use of the onsen and made their other friends agree to artfully leave the hot springs whenever Sasuke and Hinata were in conversation with each other.

Sasuke felt himself fall back into familiarity when he was around her. The words came out of him more easily and he wasn’t so nervous to think about what Hinata thought of him. Hinata’s demeanor around him changed, the more time they spent together. Her eyes seemed brighter, and she seemed a little more relaxed than when he first saw her a few days ago.

The night before Hinata’s birthday, Sasuke gathered his friends in secret and planned. It was time for him to finish what he started before he moved abroad - whether the outcome is good or bad.

The next morning, Sasuke woke up to find Hinata not in her usual spot. He heard her voice near the door of their room, speaking softly to someone just outside.

“Yes, I understand, Ko-san,” he heard her whisper. “I will take care of it.”

‘Ko-san?’ Sasuke thought to himself and racked his brain to put a face to the familiar name.

With a soft click, Hinata closed the door. Closing her eyes, she let her head fall back on the door and sighed. She had tried to keep a close eye on the weather forecast but her worst fear had happened overnight.

A snowstorm that was going through the country, brought a flurry of snow to the onsen-ji and caused a large mass of snow to cover the entire property. The patrons are all snowed in.

Hinata dragged her feet to her futon, ready to fall face forward. Through her years under her father’s instruction, he’s drilled into her the emergency procedures when it came to extreme weather conditions. She can hear his voice barking at her in the back of her mind, as she began to formulate her plan to care for the patrons within the onsen-ji and for her employees.

“Hinata?”

Her pale eyes met Sasuke’s searching gaze. “Is everything alright?” he asked softly.

Hinata knelt by his futon and put a warm hand on his arm. “Just a little snow, but it’s nothing I can’t manage.” She saw the look of skepticism in his eyes, but she ignored it and answered with an apologetic smile.

“I’ll just have to take care of a couple things because of the weather. Can you handle breakfast?”

Hinata smiled brighter when Sasuke gave her a determined nod.

“Thank you, Sasuke-kun,” Hinata squeezed his arm. Wrapping her yukata tighter around her, Hinata got up and quietly slipped out of the room.

Once out in the hallway of the onsen-ji, Hinata took a deep, shuddering breath and walked steadfastly to the main office, quickly flying down the stairs to get to her destination. She had no time to lose.

Her assistant, Ko, had met her just outside of the main office. “How can I help you, Hinata-sama?”

“Procure me a list of patrons in the onsen-ji, as well as the employees working today and the monks onsite at the temple.” Hinata pulled off one of the employee jackets from the back door hook to warm up.

“Right away, Hinata-sama,” Ko bowed his head and moved to the front office. Hinata immediately began shuffling through paperwork on the desk.

She looked through the inventory logs to see how many resources they had at the onsen-ji. ‘Damn,’ Hinata mentally cursed. A shipment that was due for delivery today was most likely not going to make it with the weather conditions outside. It would take hours for a path to be cleared from the onsen-ji to the main road. Hinata bit her lip.

“Hinata-sama,” Ko’s voice jolted the heiress from her thoughts. “Here is the list you asked for.”

Hinata scanned the list and sighed in relief - they were all familiar patrons, including her friends in the Presidential Suite. The employees working that day were well-seasoned in snowy weather situations. The monks at the temple were few but would most likely not be well-equipped for the weather.

“Invite the monks inside the inn, there isn’t enough insulation within the rooms of the temple to withstand the current temperatures. And,” Hinata paused in thought, unsure of what to do next. There’s no way a pathway could be shoveled with the amount of snow outside. She glanced down at the inventory logs on the desk. They had enough resources to last through the storm.

“And?” Ko asked.

Hinata took a deep breath and her father’s barking voice faded from the back of her mind.

“Have Hana-baachan prepare my kimono.”

Sasuke frowned. Breakfast wasn’t going as he planned. He wanted to make something special for Hinata’s birthday, but the birthday celebrant wasn’t present. And something wasn’t sticking to the rice exactly how he wanted it to do.

“Teme,” Naruto sleepily walked into the kitchenette. “Where’s Hinata-chan?”

“Naruto!” Sakura hissed from behind the blond. “Leave Sasuke and Hin- oh! Where is Hinata-chan?”

Sasuke sighed, tossing the ruined rice in the trash. “She had to take care of some stuff, so she slipped out earlier this morning.”

Sakura’s eyes widened. “Slipped out? What do you mean?”

Sasuke jerked his head towards the patio. Steam still rose from the hot springs, but snow covered the entire area around the hot springs.

“Woah!” Naruto exclaimed and opened the door to the patio. A light wind brought in a sprinkling of snow inside the room. “That snowstorm did a number overnight.”

Sakura shivered. “Great, now close the door.”

Sasuke heard Naruto snicker from his position. Bringing his sleeping yukata closer to him, Sasuke smirked as Naruto opened the patio door wide open.

“Wake up everyone! It’s a snow day!”

Loud grumbling could be heard from their sleeping pile of friends.

“Naruto, could you be more annoying?!” Ino sat up and rubbed at her eyes.

“He could.” Shino sat up in his futon and shrugged off his blanket. Ino glared at him from her position. Shino lifted a shoulder nonchalantly. “I’m just saying.”

The rest of the group got up, shivering as they got closer to the patio to see the snow.

“We’re likely to be snowed-in for a couple days,” Shikamaru noted. “It’ll take some time for the snow to be shoveled for a pathway to open up.”

Sasuke nodded in agreement. It made sense to him as to why Hinata left so early in the morning. She had a business to take care of.

A sharp rapping at the door drew away their attention from the patio. Sasuke swiftly moved and opened the door wide open. Instead of seeing Hinata, a man with short spiky hair and pale eyes greeted him.

“Good morning, Uchiha-san.” Sasuke flinched at the formal address. “Hinata-sama has invited everyone to gather in the communal area.”

Sasuke stared hard and looked the man up and down to gauge his relationship to Hinata. His short brown hair was similar in color to her father’s and the pale eyes obviously indicated a familial relationship. Sasuke internally breathed a sigh of relief.

The man cleared his throat. “I will take my lea-”

“Hn,” Sasuke interrupted him and slammed the door in his face.

“Sasuke!” Sakura exasperatedly ran her hand over her face. She walked over and opened the door back up.

“Ko-san!” she greeted him cheerily. “What’s the occasion?”

Ko gave her a small smile. “Hinata-sama has decided to bring the guests of the onsen-ji together due to the unfortunate weather circumstances. She believes it’s better to stay together during these times than apart.”

Hinata worked fast. She had Ko invite the patrons to the communal area for a more Western style bed and breakfast experience. While he went around the inn, she headed for the kitchens and began helping the staff prepare a traditional Japanese breakfast for their guests.

“Hinata-sama, please allow me,” one of the kitchen staff took a heavy tray from her. “It’s your birthday, Hinata-sama, you should be out with the guests. We will take care of it from here.”

Hinata shook her head. “I think you know me well enough, Haru-baachan. I can’t leave you all here while there’s so much work to do.” Hinata peeked out through the kitchen windows to see the guests settling into the cushions around the kotatsu tables.

The older woman shook her head and smiled at the young heiress. “Who is this tray for, Hinata-sama?”

“It’s for Room 34, Taisho-san and his wife.”

Hinata turned her attention back to the three trays of food each partially arranged with miso soup and onigiri in front of her. She didn’t plan for her birthday to go this way, but she didn’t have much of a choice given the weather. Things had been going so well during her time with her friends, especially with Sasuke. While she had been friends with all of them for more than ten years, it was with Sasuke where she felt a deeper connection.

Hinata smiled to herself as she remembered her infatuation with Naruto when she was younger. The blonde's personality was like a bright light for a shy girl like her. She admired his way of lighting up a room as soon as he stepped in. His way with words could easily sway anyone. He had all the characteristics of a successful businessperson.

So, she followed him all throughout her youth and well into middle school, hoping her friendship with him would turn into something romantic. It took a long time for her to realize, it was only admiration she felt for him.

She kicked herself for not noticing Sasuke’s feelings for her earlier in their friendship. It would have saved a lot of heartache for the both of them. Out of all of them, Sasuke was the first person she ran to without question. Even when he moved abroad, she still kept in contact, often texting her worries to him at odd hours of the night. Her friends knew how much she dreaded taking over the business, but Sasuke was the only one who knew what she was going through. They were there for each other through thick and thin.

"Hinata-sama," Ko's voice jumped her out of her reverie. "The guests are all present, except for one."

Hinata furrowed her brow. "Oh? Who is it?"

Loud chattering bustled through the kitchen as two of the younger female staff re-entered, holding empty trays. Something had them worked up. Hinata turned an ear towards them.

"Did you see him out front? In just his sleeping yukata??"

"I've never seen someone like him before! So handsome and so mysterious," the young female employee sighed dreamily.

Hinata turned to her assistant to see him frowning. "The young Uchiha has set out to create a pathway from the inn to the main road."

Sasuke wasn't sure what came over him. As their friends got ready to go down to the communal area another idea popped into his head. City workers would take a couple days to get to the main road because of the amount of snow they'd need to plow through.

He doesn't remember much from his dad's fruitless business teachings, but he does know consistent deliveries help make a business thrive.

Shikamaru is the only one to notice he doesn't get dressed.

"You got something else in mind?" he asked.

Sasuke looked at him askance. "Oh, I don't know. I planned on playing in the snow for a bit. Just gotta find a shovel somewhere."

Shikamaru nodded and adjusted his yukata. "I do believe there is a shovel in the back room of the front office. At least, that's the last time I saw it when Kiba and I went downstairs last night."

Sasuke nodded thoughtfully. "I guess I'll need a way to get it."

"Ah," Shikamaru's eyes glinted. "Ino had been asking about the floral artwork in the front office. I'm sure the receptionist would be knowledgeable about them. It'll be a long conversation knowing Ino."

"Hn," Sasuke pulled out a thermal undershirt and pants, and a pair of gloves from his luggage. He shrugged off the top part of his yukata and put on his thermal and slipped on his pants underneath.

"It'll be cold out," his friend noted with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm sure playing in the snow will keep me warm," Sasuke pulled on some socks. "Are you ready to head out?"

Getting the shovel from the back room of the front office was easy. The older woman fell into long winded stories about the floral paintings and with Ino’s inquisitive questions, Sasuke was able to get in and out unseen by the older woman.

Shikamaru winked as Sasuke slipped out of the front door.

The sun shone brightly as Sasuke stepped out. A shiver went through him as the wind breezed through. Snow completely covered the entirety of the entrance of the onsen-ji and the road leading out to the main road.

“No time like right now,” Sasuke whispered to himself and began shoveling.

Sasuke doesn’t know how much time he spent outside, too engrossed in his self-appointed task. The amount of snow is too much for one person but for Hinata, he can manage it.

He doesn’t hear the soft crunching of snow nor the soft huffing behind him. But he turned when he saw a wisp of purple fabric from the corner of his eye. Hinata stood before him, cheeks blushing, and with steaming hot food on a tray held in her mittened hands.

“Sasuke-kun, care for breakfast?”

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

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