She lay her head against his chest and listened to the irregular thump of his heartbeat.
"You love me, don't you."
A statement, whispered amongst silk sheets and winter winds, amongst blood soaked bandages strewn along the floor. He was half asleep when she spoke, light puffs of air on his chest, but he heard it all the same. He didn't question the state of his mind when he did, barely even shifted his head. He didn't need to. She heard his heart skip a beat and that was all she needed to know.
Money and killing people
"So, what's your job?" asked the white-eyed woman, who deemed it okay for her to sit next to him at the bar. He was waiting for his new partner, after boss deemed him 'unfit to work alone'. He scoffed at that. He knew Tsunade's intent - she wanted someone to watch over him, so he wouldn't go over to the 'dark side' anymore. He rolled his eyes at the thought.
By dark side, he supposed she meant the Akatsuki, their main rival in the business. They were merciless and efficient, and they got the job done well. Glancing at the intruder from the corner of his eye, he took in what he saw.
Black hair that almost gleamed purple, cascading down like a water fall, curled at the ends, bangs set loose to contour gently around her face. Snow white eyes with hints of lavender, and long, dark lashes. Red lipstick and a tight black dress, baring her shoulders and accenting her curves nicely. They were at a sleazy bar, but that didn't mean he had no morals left at all.
She was attractive, he couldn't deny it, but now was not the time for things like this.
"Go away," he monotoned, taking another swig of his drink, "I'm not interested in sex. Or your number."
Unfazed, she ordered a drink and gave him a look.
"I don't think you need to worry about that, Mr Uchiha - I have a strict no-dating rule regarding people I work with. Inquiring your line of work was only a formality - I assume Tsunade told you the code?"
"Fuck it, I don't care about some stupid code. I'm a hitman," he replied then, raising an eyebrow and casting bored, uninterested eyes at her. So this was his partner? He watched as her eyebrows lifted and her lips curled to a smirk and found himself allowing her to lean forward and whisper in his ear.
"Why, so am I," she replied, voice husky as she murmured the words into his ear.
Leaning back, she took a swig of her glass and contented herself to start conversation with him.
"So. What's your backstory?"
"Excuse me?"
"We're partners, right? Might as well get to know each other. Why are you in the business?"
He raised a brow at that. Subtle, aren't we. He searched his mind for a suitable reply, and contented with giving her something resembling the truth.
"For blood."
She sat back, mulling over his answer.
"Well, Mr Uchiha, I'm in it for the cash."
"I didn't ask."
"I didn't need you to." As she swirled her drink, she thought of something and couldn't help but let out a laugh.
"I just thought of something."
"I can see that."
"You're in it for the blood, I'm in it for the cash - You like the kill, and I like the money. Two aspects of what makes an assassin," she said, raising two manicured, blood-red nails, lips curling into a killer smile.
"We're perfect together."
Flowers
She reminded him of a flower. All delicate, fragile kind of beauty, more sweet than spice and smiles than laughs.
She was pretty, no denying it, pale skin and long, dark lashes - a classical beauty, Sasuke decided, she had the kind of face he would expect to see in a painting from a hundred years ago, and a hundred years from now.
It was kind of sad to see her shrinking into herself so often, hiding her face and twisting her sleeves, poking her fingers in an attempt to keep her nerves together. She was unremarkable as a child, at the academy, and even in her pre-teens, when she reached the rock bottom of her self-esteem.
Many times he had looked at her, eyes barely scanning her face, and dismissed her as something unremarkable. Expendable. Not worthy of his interest. Thinking back now, if he had told his tiny, pre-teen self that he would be as caught up with Hyuga Hinata as he is now, he was a 100% sure his tiny self would have laughed in his face and spat at his shoes. No way in hell, he would've said, and turned to head home for a good, long laugh.
What an idiot.
Sasuke wanted to smack himself for ever thinking that.
Hinata was the kind of person you wouldn't notice when she was here, but definitely sense when she was gone. Her presence, though quiet, emitted the kind of stable, calming energy his whole graduating class needed. She was serenity, and without her, chaos would prevail, in the form of fist fights and loud bragging and strands of pink and blonde hair being pulled out.
Four years since he was gone, and one thing he never expected to happen when he came back was to fall in love with Hyuga Hinata.
She had blossomed into something incredible, beautiful, and he had never stopped feeling breathless.
You made it to the end! This will be a collection of prompts I did when I felt inspired for Sasuhina, and if you found it familiar, maybe you've seen it on ao3 under the same username. I'll probably be posting/updating on both sides, so do leave a review and/or give me some prompts ^_^