First Fight
Summary: [SasuHina] First fight in dating life. Will "they," the Sasuke-Hinata duo, survive, or be shattered like a falling plate?
The plate was looking as innocent as could be, pure white and plainly styled, when it fell, preparing to shatter all calm and sanity.
Her face was flushed as it had never been seen before in public, her hair prickling with static, and she was surely shrieking as loudly as she ever had in her life. "I hate you," she hollered, infuriated. "I hate you, Sasuke, I hate you so much!"
He was uncomposed, cheeks reddening with every word and eyes burning with unadulterated anger. "Damn you, Hinata! All I did was forget to pick up the groceries! I've done it before, okay? If you're going to be so friggin' sensitive about it PICK THEM UP YOURSELF!"
"SHUT UP!"
"YOU SHUT UP!"
"You're being so childish!"
In slow motion, the plate slips from the firm grip of the person's hands.
"You're being the child, Hinata! You're making a ruckus about groceries! We can pick them up tomorrow; it's not like this is going to kill anyone!"
"I hate you so much! I HATE YOU SO MUCH!"
"Well, DO YOU KNOW WHAT I'M THINKING?"
"Not exactly, but I'm sure it's something IMMATURE and IDIOTIC and full of... of... UGH!"
"Know what I'm thinking? KNOW WHAT I'M THINKING? I HATE YOU TOO! I HATE YOU TOO!"
"Then why are you talking to me, hmm, Sasuke? Hmm? Or were you too STUPID to figure out that when you're angry at someone you DON'T TALK TO THEM! Oh, I forgot- you ARE stupid! You can't even remember to pick up an order of groceries, can you!"
"You're talking to me too!" is his elegant comeback.
The plate hits the ground and shatters on impact, making a terrific crashhh...
"I'm not talking to you anymore, then, BAKA!"
She stalks off, huffing and mumbling spiteful, annoyed curses and slurs on the entire male gender, slamming her door dramatically behind her as she enters her room.
He stands there, heart beating in great wollops, having just been thoroughly shocked by how loud and angry the usually timid, reserved Hinata could get. After he calms down a bit, he can't think straight- she's turned his brain into spaghetti too. He finally releases a great sigh, and trudges to the closet. He collects his coat, punches his arms through the sleeves, and wearily leaves the apartment room, carefully locking the door behind him.
...but the plate is mended with the concrete element, glue, and the abstract element, care.
The door creaks open.
She tries to hide her tear-streaked face in the comforter, but suddenly jolts up at the sight of her love...
The publicly aloof, nonchalant Sasuke Uchiha looks at his love in concern, balancing a precariously wobbling armful of groceries.
"..."
"..."
"Sorry."
She smiles at his awkward words, and returns to him a gentle smile, forgiving all.
The first fight has been resolved.
A/N: WHOA. This fic is, like, two or three years old. I went on a mad rampage to find all the fics I was planning on writing but never got around to before I took a break from fanfiction about a year ago. There are actually some that are pretty far in, and I'm going to try to make myself finish those if possible... anyway, this was the only completed one I could find. ._.;;