DISCLAIMER: I don't own Naruto. TT_TT Masashi Kishimoto does.
A/N: SasuHina is one of my OTPs. :) I'm totally in love with them. *heart* Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy these one-shots! My goal for these one-shots is fifty chapters (something I've never, evereverever done before) and, um, yeah . . .
Accepted
After a long day of training within the Uchiha compound, Sasuke Uchiha welcomed himself in his household, a quiet sigh escaping his lips.
"Once a traitor, always a traitor."
That statement echoed in his mind after several hours of training . . . again. This happens on a daily basis—ever since he was brought back to Konoha by Uzumaki. The villagers had whispered and started rumors, and his fangirls started to come together once again. The latter case, however, was beside the point. The people of Konoha avoided him whenever they see the specific Uchiha. So he should probably be used to the treatment, right?
Eh. Wrong.
Sure, on the outside, he appeared apathetic. But, in the inside, he was . . . feeling like an outcast. And he probably is—but still. The feeling of being an outcast sucks. He was secretly glad for his old friends' (reluctant) welcoming; secretly glad that they accepted him back. Unlike these other losers who reside in Konoha.
Sasuke heard the light clashes of porcelain against wood and he gritted his teeth, unable to stop the annoyance that was bubbling inside of him. He glanced down at the steps and saw a pair of sandals by the side. Huh, feminine. He scowled and shook off his sandals. A female . . . in his household! How ridiculous.
He forgot that he was still on house-arrest; courtesy of the wonderful blonde hokage, Tsunade.
The bossy hokage wanted to keep an eye on him, thus, why she sent a ninja or two to watch over him (cough, babysit, cough) for a week. Every week for the next six months, she stated, there will be a different ninja keeping an eye on him. Guarding him. Examining him.
At the awful memory, Sasuke sighed through his nose and headed towards his room; planning to ignore the stupid-ninja-guard-dog in his kitchen.
Who does that person think she is? Apparently, that person downstairs thinks that she is important enough to just enter his household uninvited. Sasuke roughly slid his door shut and dropped heavily on his bed, closing his eyes.
Damn, he thought as he buried his face in his soft pillow. Just damn.
The sun was already setting . . . so he should go to sleep. It was a great way to avoid the ninja downstairs. He was tired anyway. Her chakra, he noticed through his dazed and sleepy state, was growing fainter and fainter as his one-hundred pounded lids slid close ever-so-slowly.
Yuck. Ew. Disgusting.
When the Uchiha woke up the following morning, he noticed how dry his lips were, how dirty and smelly his clothes are, and—simply how filthy he is from the training he did yesterday. It was repulsive. His mother would never have approved.
Forcing himself out of his now-soiled bed, Sasuke grumbled curses under his breath as he dragged himself towards his bathroom. He slammed the door behind him, ceasing the urge to scream and become an angsty young adult. He simply gritted his teeth, stripped out of his clothes, and stepped in the shower.
Twenty-three frustrating minutes later, the Uchiha trudged down the steps, his hands shoved in his pockets, a frown on his face.
This was not a good way to start the morning. First of all, he had to take a shower immediately after he woke up. Second, he had to put a new bed linen for his bed and take his grubby linen to his laundry basket. And third, that ninja is still in his household!
He was not in the mood to speak or see anyone at the moment, so Sasuke didn't care when he scared his babysitter half to death in his living room.
Long indigo hair moved as the ninja jumped and spun around to face him, surprised. "U-Uchiha-san! Ano . . ." She averted her white eyes and bit her lip. "G-good morning. I prepared some dinner f-for you last night . . . a-and some breakfast. They're in the, um," the soft-spoken girl briefly made eye-contact and looked away again, "k-kitchen."
Sasuke stared at her, his dark eyes intently watching her expression. White eyes, pale skin, long indigo hair, shy personality . . . curves. A corner of his lips twitched as his eyes examined her. She's Hyuuga Hinata. "You're my babysitter, aren't you?"
Her cheeks turned red and she folded her hands in front of her, forcing herself not to fiddle with her fingers. "Your w-watcher for the week . . . hai."
"Hn," he muttered and walked towards the kitchen, brushing past the blushing Hyuuga. He was hungry. And his hunger was overpowering his morning chagrins—which led to a not-so-angsty Uchiha.
He heard her shuffling quietly behind him, and could practically feel her blush on his back. Yes, she was blushing that hard (and no, he wasn't too aware of her at all).
Hm, Hyuuga Hinata.
An interesting girl, she is. Too shy, in love with the idiot (cough, Naruto), blushes a lot, stammers a lot, faints from time to time, not part of his fan club, the Hyuuga heiress . . . Sasuke couldn't remember a time when he disliked the shy Hyuuga.
He entered his kitchen, eyeing the steaming food that was on the wooden table and pulled a chair. He sat down, the inside of his mouth watering as he watched the sauce of the tempura drip down on the white plate. He swallowed dryly.
Hinata appeared to be uncertain, not knowing whether she should sit across from him or stand guard by the kitchen entrance. She was also unsure if Sasuke liked tempuras with sauces. She watched him coyly, waiting for him to do something.
"You don't have to stand there all day, you know. I won't run away," he said while he grabbed the chopsticks that were placed by his bowl of rice.
Hinata blushed, translating his statement to; "Go ahead and sit if you want to." She nodded silently and hesitantly sat across from him, clasping her fingers together under the table. She avoided his gaze as he ate his meal, her eyes distracting themselves by tracing the patterns of the table.
Sasuke watched the girl across from him stare at his table. He hid a smirk, grabbing two more tempuras. These were good. Maybe he won't mind her stay for the week; as long as she fed him like this. His gaze drifted to the glass of untouched water next to the tempura. His thoughts were on the white-eyed ninja in front of him . . . and he realized that she was trying to avoid every contact with him (except for necessities).
Was she that scared of him? Or is she just shy?
Either way, Sasuke decided to make the little heiress flustered. For the rest of the week (add amused smirk). "Ano, Hinata." He waited for her to meet his gaze. "These are very good."
Hinata opened her mouth and then closed it. Blushing profusely, she tried to steer clear of his eyes again. "Ah—t-thank you, Uchiha-san." She smiled at the table.
Sasuke wanted to roll his eyes at her actions. She's so timid. "Sasuke," he corrected.
"I-I'm sorry?" she asked, her eyes wide. What is he trying to say?
"Call me Sasuke. Uchicha-san is way too formal. And I never bothered with the honorifics," he explained, picking on the little grains of rice in his bowl.
"H-hai, Sasuke-k—"
"Just Sasuke."
Reluctantly, she nodded. Her face was still red though. He observed her amusedly. "Okay . . . S-Sasuke."
Sasuke wanted to smile. He didn't know why . . . maybe it was because Hinata called him Sasuke? That's unreasonable. Anyway, Sasuke Uchiha does not smile . . . so he didn't, no matter how badly he wanted to.
Keeping the stoic mask on his face, he asked; "Aren't you going to eat?"
Hinata blinked, staring up at him questioningly. "A-ano, I already ate while you w-were in the s-shower," she squeaked the last part out, blushing. "W-which wasn't a long time ago . . ."
"Hn," Sasuke muttered, eyeing her cheeks again. He leisurely stood up from the dining table, the bowl, chopsticks, and plate of tempura on one hand and the glass of water on his other hand.
Hinata quickly stood up, pushing her chair back and blushed. "I can take care of that, S-Sasuke-s—" She stopped and covered her mouth with her hands. "Ah, g-gomen."
He placed his utensils in the sink after gulping down the glass of water. "It's fine. I can do this."
"B-but . . . I-I have nothing e-else to do," she murmured, embarrassed. "I-I mean . . . I don't really k-know what I can do h-here. Tsunade-sama o-only assigned me to w-watch over you for the week, but other than t-that . . . nothing."
He rolled his eyes as he quickly washed the dishes. "Then, talk to me. It doesn't hurt."
At this, Hinata was at loss of words to say. She racked her brain for something to say but . . . nothing. "Um . . . what are y-you doing today?" she asked, shuffling her feet as Sasuke dried the dishes.
"Training. Want to spar with me?" he asked, putting his dishes in the cabinet.
Hinata, caught off by his question, blinked and opened her mouth. Then closed it. Then opened it again. (Sasuke looked amused.) "J-just for a while . . . I s-suppose."
Several hours later, Hinata kneeled on the ground of the Uchicha compound, panting heavily.
The sun was setting. And although she said that she was only going to spar with him "for a while," it ended up being a whole day. They stopped to eat lunch a few hours ago, but went back to training. Sasuke . . . was really good. He has excellent skills. She lifted her gaze from the dark ground, glancing at the Uchiha.
Sasuke was standing a few feet from her, slightly panting, his cool demeanor still intact, and a light layer of sweat covering his skin. Compared to him, Hinata looked out of shape (and maybe she was). She struggled to get on her feet, her warm blood pounding in her head. Her warm blood was making her dizzy and lightheaded.
By the time she regained her balance, her breathing was back to normal. She swept her hair to the side and wiped her sweaty forehead with the back of her hand. "I-I should start dinner," she said while eyeing the growing dark sky above them.
"Hn." Sasuke was already gathering the weapons that were strewn on the training ground. He noticed that she was staring at him (probably wondering if she should help gather their weapons) and glimpsed at her. Hinata blushed. "I'll handle this. You prepare the dinner."
She nodded slowly. She wanted to ask something else . . . but . . .
"And there's a bathroom downstairs if you want to take a shower first."
K-Kami, she thought breathlessly as she nodded again, does he read minds?
With that, Sasuke continued cleaning up their materials while Hinata paced back to his house.
As the kunoichi's shadow disappeared from his sight, Sasuke reflected on the events that happened today (which wasn't much; but it was a change).
First, the breakfast. His breakfast was really good. Tempura and rice; yum. Second, teasing Hinata is a completely fun thing to do—maybe he'll make it his hobby for the rest of the week. Third, their lunch was absolutely delicious. Onigiri. Lots and lots of onigiri. And then, lastly, they trained for the rest of the day.
Surprisingly, the Hyuuga was . . . strong. A skilled kunoichi. He didn't expect it, but she was a good fighter. Hell, he expected the Hyuuga to be . . . weak. What with the way she communicates and acts, he was certain that Hinata was weak.
And he was proven wrong. Not that he'll admit this out loud—or ever again.
The raven-haired Uchiha took his time gathering the weapons, and when he finished cleaning up the training ground, it had already been twenty minutes.
Sasuke started trudging back to his house, the sky finally settling to a dark bluish lavender color. He spotted his house and walked faster, already thinking of the possible food choices that Hinata's making for dinner. Sushi? Sashimi? Mm, both sounds appetizing right now. And, to prove its point, his stomach growled softly the moment he stepped inside his house.
He could hear the soft clanking of wood from the kitchen. Quietly, Sasuke made his way to the living room and carefully placed their weapons on the coffee table before entering the kitchen with an interruptive cough.
Hinata jumped (like earlier this morning) and turned around with a hand on her heart. "U-Uch—S-Sasuke-k—" She covered her mouth again and blushed. "G-gomen. You just scared m-me, Sasuke."
Sasuke smirked, moving closer to her until he was beside her, his arm brushing hers. He glanced at her. So she showered, he observed as he washed his hands. Her hair was damp and she smelled like . . . lavender. "What are we having for dinner?"
He acted so casual around her—and they haven't even spent more than twenty-four hours with each other! Well, technically, they did . . . but he avoided her last night, remember? Anyway, with his nonchalant behavior, Hinata felt more and more . . . captivated by this "fearsome" man. That, however, does not change the fact that she stutters and blushes around him.
"A-ano . . ." she trailed off, shrugging her subtle shoulders and shyly peering at him, "D-do you have anything in mind? F-for dinner?"
"I don't really mind eating . . . tomatoes."
Hinata gave him a confused expression; furrowed eyebrows and all. "T-tomatoes?"
"I can live on it," he said seriously. At this, Hinata lifted a hand to her lips to hide a smile, her eyes going down on the cutting board.
"I-I'll keep that in mind. B-but . . . ano, um," she paused when he moved backwards to give her some space (Sasuke didn't want to nurse an unconscious kunoichi—she really looks like she's ready to faint right now), "D-domburi?" she squeaked.
"If that's what you feel like cooking." He shrugged.
She nodded diffidently. "O-oh, and . . . S-Sasuke?" Hinata faced away from him—not before he caught her face becoming red.
"Hn?" Sasuke crossed his arms and stared at the back of her head.
"W-welcome back," she said softly, bowing her head even though she was already facing away from him.
Sasuke half-smiled (it's still a smirk, not a full-fledged smile), muttering a "Hn," once again.
For the second time after he arrived in Konoha five months ago, he felt . . . accepted. And it was a feeling he had been yearning to feel for a while now.
A/N: Voila! :D Did I make them act OOC? Oh I hope not…it's been so long since I've watched Naruto (or any anime for that matter)! *bows head apologetically* Anyway, I hope you guys liked this! :D Feel free to review or leave constructive criticism (I really need them so I know how I'm doing…although you guys don't have to)! :) I'm already picking a mood for the next one-shot^_^
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