"There is...nothing left that I can give you, Sasuke Kun." "Then, I want your misfortune." Eventual SasuHina. Multi-chapter.

Rated: M for later

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto

Author's Note: Reviews are highly appreciated!

prologue

Uzumaki Himawari stood alone in the shade of a tree, keeping a certain distance from the crowd.

She quietly watched them talk and laugh at this sumptuous picnic. In the center of the crowd were her brother Boruto and his wife, facing their father Naruto and Aunt Sakura. The four were chatting warmly, obviously very close.

Sarada was holding the hand of a cute little boy with a delicate paper birthday crown on his head, his constantly rolling eyes showing the playful nature inherited from his father.

On the table next to them lay a bid three-layer cake, with a creamy "Happy Fifth Birthday to Uzumaki Saruto" on its top.

Boruto and Sarada are a perfect match. They said.

Himawari remained there, slightly squinting her azure eyes, with a look of detachment and aloofness that belied her young age. She is strange. They said. She seemed to be growing into someone quite different from the Hokage who was best known for his optimistic personality.

Nonetheless, when someone from the crowd greeted her, she smiled back and made a slight bow with curtesy. This was taught by her mother and needed to be followed perfectly.

"Why not give your true smile?"

An unfamiliar voice stroke her from behind.

Himawari looked back in surprise, only to see a young man jump from the branch over head and land right in from of her, the wind from his motion ruffling her waist-length hair. She was a powerful Kunochi who excelled most of her peers in jutsu. But this young man managed to approach her from behind without her slightest awareness.

He was about her age, handsome, with his slightly curly black hair tied at the back of head and hung loosely on his left shoulder. He had a look of typical Japanese, but the garment inside his cloak was exotic, and the sword secured by a indigo strap to his waist was western style.

Seeing her being on alert, he scratched his head with a timid smile on his face, and gently apologized, " I'm sorry for startling you. Are you angry?"

It's weird a young boy should blush so easily. She thought to herself, then answered blandly: "No. But why are you talking to me?"

"I was thinking that your long hair looks pretty. It would look even better if you smile." His flattering words flowed naturally, and his black eyes fixed on her, shamelessly this time.

Slightly taken aback, Himawari bit her lips and lowered her head under his intense gaze.

I smiled, didn't I? She countered. But that never slipped her mouth.

For some unexplainable reason, she easily let her guard down in front of black-eyed boys, especially this one standing in front of her, whose gentleness and blush somehow reminded her of the person she missed the most.

"...Where are you from? And what are you going to do here?" was all she asked.

"I come from overseas." He said honestly, "I'm going to send a letter to Konoha's blond idiot for my Master."

Despite his gentle voice and polite manner, that "blond idiot " popping up from his serious answer almost got Himawari choked on the spot.

Now, she really was amused. Himawari looked at his childish face, a small smile-a smile she rarely showed-cracked her lips: "Hmm...Well I can bring you to him. I'm his daughter. Uzumaki Himawari."

Her words surprised the young man a bit, who began to carefully study this delicate young girl.

He looked up and down at her, blatantly, until soft blush adorned her face and her head lowered again.

All of a sudden, the young man took her hand and gave a cheerful laughter: "I've heard about you."

Staring at her - her pouted lips and her shyness that couldn't hide behind her cold mask - with his black, gentle eyes, he said slowly:

"My name is Yukisei."

( Youkisei: A Japanese name which means "born in snow" )