Disclaimer: Naruto is not owned by me.
Pairing: Sasuke/Hinata
Summery:"I'll do it." He said in a wavering whisper, his finger shook as he touched the trigger. Her eyes widened as she touched his hand "But...that's a toy gun" she said softly.
S i e n t o
Prologue
Age: 6
Tick
Once more Sasuke took on the task of counting the repulsive pink hearts that littered the walls of his classroom. Repulsive because a small boy such as himself couldn't stand the obnoxious color much less in a form of a heart, an even more disgusting shape to a six year old boy. Sasuke stared sullenly at the hearts, as he swung his legs with anxiety. His small hands gripped the plastic red chair he was forced to sit in.
Tock
A quick glance at the clock showed him that there were only 10 minutes left for recess. A heavy feeling settled itself at the pit of his stomach when he realize that there wouldn't be enough time to play. There wouldn't be enough time to play with Hinata, a flustered feeling took hold of him when that thought occurred.
"Sasuke, you can leave now!"
A cheerful voice made his thoughts come to a complete stop as he warily eyed his teacher, Murasaki-sensei. "Don't believe me?" She said in a haughty tone as she wagged a finger at Sasuke.
"Then want to stay in time out until recess is over?" Murasaki-sensei said with a smile bubbling to the surface.
Sasuke's face contorted into fright as he quickly bounded off the chair with enough force to knock it over. As Sasuke made quick work to open the heavy doors to the outside world he turned to his teacher with a tongue fully out as a parting gift. Before the teacher could haul him over to the dreaded red chair, the door slammed with enough force to seal him away from the classroom and the fuming Murasaki-sensei.
"That boy!" An incredulous tone can be heard
"Who?" Another teacher joined the classroom carefully placing the newly made artwork from 'craft time' on the a table.
"Sasuke Hyuuga Of course, Saori-san!" Murusaki replied as she quickly helped put the artwork on the wall with a few well place staples to secure it.
"Again? What he do this time to Hinata?" The teacher said with a small grin upon her face as she admired the different splashes and strokes that covered colorful pieces of papers. It can be said that the teachers were used to the trouble that Sasuke caused to Hinata. Trouble being tripping, hair pulling, gum stuck in hair etc.
"He practically gave her a bald spot from pulling on her hair!"
Seems like hair pulling was a favorite form of torture that Sasuke liked to use.
Saori gave a small laugh as she quickly stole the stapler from the other teacher to ensure that Murasaki didn't staple herself to the artwork, the way she carried out her anger upon the poor inanimate object ensured that someone would get hurt.
"I don't know what to do anymore! Time-out has no effect upon that...that...ugh!." She quickly sat down on the red circular tables that adorned the kindergarten room as she tried to come up with a word to describe Sasuke. No words came to mind that could possibly describe the havoc that ensues when Sasuke is within range.
"Makes it hard to believe that they are sibling with the way he treats her. Not even my own brother treated me that way, and he can be a bit of an...ass." Murasaki felt her anger simmer away as she recounted her mischievous brother. Memories, memories...
"Well you do know that they aren't even related right?" Saori said as she took a quick glance at her companion.
"Your kidding!" She urged the other teacher to keep going to satisfy her curiosity.
"Surely you can see that they look so different from one another." She scoffed a little as she scolded her scatter-brained companion.
"It never really occurred to me..." She said in a quiet tone as a pensive look took over her face. Murasaki stared at the wall filled with the artwork, the feeling that sprang in her heart as she saw the splashes of colors, clearly made by the innocence of children, was indescribable.
"But it explains a lot."
"Explains what?" Saori carefully watched the emotions that openly washed across her fellow teacher, a small frown mirroring her companion.
"Well...the way he bully's her kinda resembles a boy...with a crush." She quickly got off the circular table and carefully stared at Saori.
"You think that too?" Saori answered her colleague with a thoughtful tone.
"Wha-"
A faint scream interrupted the pair as the teachers quickly glanced each other before they bolted towards the heavy doors.
Murasaki felt her heart jump as she saw Hinata laying on the ground, face contorting with pain. Hinata's chin quivered as fresh tears left their mark on her rosy cheeks. When Saori came to scoop her up, angry red marks mingled with a thin layer of dust coated her knees. Saori cooed to the crying girl hoping to sooth the small pain she was experiencing.
While Saori comforted Hinata, Murasaki quickly turned a warning look towards Sasuke.
"Sasuke!" Anger seem to cloud her judgment as she quickly knelt down to his level. Sasuke quickly turned away, Murasaki feeling fed up with Sasuke's attitude gripped his shoulder as she questioned him.
"What did you do this time!"
"She...She doesn't want to play...with me." He said, Murasaki could feel the small tremors that shook his small frame. She lessened her grip and gently made him turn to face her. Large tears slowly made their way down his cheeks, as he kept a tight grip on his shirt. His small hand furiously re-gripped the material, as if his hand kept attempting to get the heavy material of his shirt off his chest. Sasuke tightly shut his eyes as his teacher wiped a few stray tears. Feeling the coldness of her hands upon his scalding hot cheek reduced his shaking, as he tried to gasp in any air for his starved lungs.
"She doesn't want to play...and I pushed her!" He said as his voice quivered. A little boy such as himself couldn't understand the heaviness he was feeling in his chest. The unbridled emotions that seemed to constrict his throat frightened him, the thought of Hinata not wanting to play with him made him shake with a coldness that seeped through his body. It scared him how he couldn't breath, that no matter how deeply he gasped, his little lungs didn't seem to reserve enough oxygen to stop this pain he was feeling.
"She won't play."
"It's okay Sasuke."
"She won't play!"
"Shh...don't be sad."
"She won't play...with me."
Sasuke tried frantically to stretch out the material of his shirt, hoping that the heaviness he was feeling that pressed down on his chest would be alleviated.
Each tear that escaped Hinata's pearl like eyes made his chest feel like his heart might just...burst.
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