So, here I am! My first Naruto fics. I realize that in some parts, this may out of character. I mean, WHAT? Sasuke with someone? Well, it's ben written, and here's my story. Not too good at gushy stuff, so hopefully this isn't a disappointment. =] Please, read on!

Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto, not me. If it did, this would be somewhat canon.

Sticky Notes (Or Happy Birthday)

Sunlight filtered in through the window, light spilling across the already-made bed. The sole occupant of the small apartment was currently in the kitchen, making breakfast. Sasuke Uchiha stood at his stove, cooking his favorite breakfast, yawning slightly. Dark onyx orbs flashed to the clock, making sure he wasn't late for training. It's still early…good…

Today was a rather important day for Sasuke—or rather, it was to the people other than Sasuke. Today was Sasuke's thirteenth birthday, and honestly, he couldn't grasp the significance—it was just another day. In fact, he hated it. It meant another year he lived longer than his family had, thanks to Itachi. Sasuke's hand tightened on the pan's handle and his teeth gritted as he thought about his brother.

He took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. Not now…He took his food to the table, sat, and ate slowly as he was mentally waking up. When he finished, he glanced at the clock again and took his dishes to the sink. He allowed himself only one birthday present: to end training an hour early. This meant if he was going to get a decent amount in, he'd have to leave now. Tying on his forehead protector, he paused at the door to pull on his sandals and left his apartment.

Sasuke squinted slightly as he stepped out into the bright sunshine. He looked down the street to see his village bustling about. His eyebrows took up their familiar position as he fell into his usual impassive scowl. He began his walk to the training grounds, taking his time. He had managed to get halfway there with no interruptions, which resulted him being in a fairly cheerful mood—well, cheerful for Sasuke. Just as he passed the Ichiraku Ramen stand, however, his mood changed quickly.

"Hey, Sasuke!"

The dark-haired boy's eyes closed in irritation as a familiar, loud voice reached his ears. He turned slightly and frowned at the boy in the bright orange jumpsuit sitting at the stand, a foxy grin on his face. "Hey, Teme! C'mon, have some ramen!" Naruto Uzumaki invited his best friend happily, bright blue eyes shining.

"No thanks," Sasuke answered, continuing on his way. I should've known Naruto would be here…why did I walk this way again? He asked himself. He didn't have a clue, he just did.

"Awwww! C'mon, Sasuke, don't be a killjoy!" the blond whined. Sasuke's eye twitched slightly, "Come have some ramen, have some fun for once!"

"I don't have time for that. Besides, I already ate," Sasuke looked out of the corner of his eye at his teammate. "Idiot."

The vein in Naruto's forehead became pronounced. "Argh…I'm not an idiot!" Sasuke just smirked, "Hn", and continued on as Naruto shouted about his being Hokage someday at his back. He walked on in a generally good mood, thinking about training and just what he would practice. My taijutsu needs some practice…it's good, strong, but not enough…I should—

"Saaaaaaaaaaasukeeeeeee!"

The blue-clad boy froze at the familiar call. He willed himself not to whip a kunai behind him as he grudgingly looked to see the source of the call. What he saw didn't surprise him in the least, but he still didn't like it at all.

Sakura Haruno was running towards him, a huge and slightly flirty smile on her face and a brightly wrapped box in her hands. Sasuke's eyebrow moved a fraction of an inch at the object, but his expression remained the same otherwise.

"Happy Birthday, Sasuke!" she said brightly, once she caught up to him and her breath. She held the box out to him, smiling almost hopefully, and in return he gave her a small glare. "What's that?"

"It's your present, silly!" she answered, giving a light laugh. Inwardly, Sasuke frowned. "I don't need a present. They're pointless." He turned, but just before he could move Sakura ran in front of him, still holding the box out.

"But it's your birthday!" She insisted, "And I worked really hard to get this for you!" Sasuke just kept walking, "No thanks." He looked straight ahead, ignoring a pouting Sakura behind him, and was gladly looking forward to a nice work out, alone, to the grounds.

"Saaaaaaaaaaasuke!" A flash of blond appeared, and he was suddenly engulfed in a binding hug. Ugh…stupid girls…

"Ino, you pig!" Sakura screeched, and inwardly the boy cringed, sure his eardrums were damaged. He sighed in relief, however, as Ino, with her own bright-colored box, let go of him and turned to her best friend and rival, shouting right back.

He wasn't listening to their argument, as she quietly and quickly slipped away, thankfully unnoticed by the two. "I don't need this…" he mumbled to himself, aggravated. He turned another corner and froze.

About ten different girls, none of which he knew their names, all stopped babbling and stared at him simultaneously. He glanced at every one of them, and saw that they all had one thing in common, besides being girls and staring creepily at him.

Bright colored boxes.

Now, Sasuke Uchiha is a prodigy. The pride and joy of Konaha, a legend, almost. The last surviving member of the Uchiha clan, the boy who lived. He graduated from the Academy with top marks, and been on dangerous missions beyond his level, like the Land of Waves. He almost died, for Christ's sake! And he had not felt fear once, not even when he sacrificed himself for Naruto (he still claimed his body moved on it's own). However, looking at this large group of girls with their gifts obviously meant for him and all screaming his name at once, Sasuke Uchiha felt a small trickle of true fear.

The first thought that came to mind was to attack them. But they were all members of the same village, and they weren't trying to kill him (right?). So, he did the next thing that popped in his mind: Run.

Dammit! This is NOT going as planned today! I just wanted to train, why is that so difficult? Freakin' girls!

He ran all through town, even attempting to lose the squealing fangirls by doubling back and zigzagging, and even hiding behind various stands to no avail. He ran into an alley and stopped dead. The girls had apparently split into two groups, and while one had chased behind him, the other had circled around and were now standing in front of him.

He was trapped.

Surrounded, he had decided enough was enough. "There he is!" one girl screamed. "Get him!" ordered another, and they all ran straight at him, pushing and shoving one another in order to give him their present first. And suddenly, he was gone.

"Where'd Sasuke-kun go?"

"He's gone!"

"Well, duh! I wanted to give him my present…"

The boy in question sat hidden among the leaves of a nearby tree. He looked down at the girls, pissed off and disgusted. Aren't they ninja? Pathetic! He mentally spat.

Once they had dispersed, he decided he needed to train, now. He had wasted enough time, and now he was in a terrible mood. As he jumped across the rooftops to avoid anymore unwanted attention, he vaguely wondered why they were so excited to get him a present for his birthday, when he's made it clear he did not want any. I don't even remember telling anyone when my birthday was! he thought grumpily.

He landed at the training grounds and walked to his usual spot, and his mood worsened as he saw a figure training (rather pathetically) in the clearing. He had chosen a time to be here when he was sure no one else would be there, but now, thanks to that man-hunt, he had wasted it. He sighed angrily as he walked towards the clearing. Dammit, he was going to train today! And he sure wasn't going to knock off an hour this year. Maybe add one…

As he neared, he could make out the figure. It was a girl, rather petite. She had a coat on, and her blue hair shone. Based on her pale eyes, the protruding veins around them, the symbol on her jacket and her fighting style, he concluded that she was a Hyuga. He recognized her vaguely, in that she graduated in his class from the Academy, and that she was put on a team with Inuzuka and Aburame, Team Eight, but he didn't remember her name, nor did he care.

He leaned against a nearby tree, hands deep in his pockets, and watched her train. She took a familiar stance (he had seen the other Hyuga, Neji, take this stance before), Byakugan activated, and she began the Eight Trigrams: Sixty-Four Palms attack on the dummy in front of her. Sasuke's eyebrows raised slightly at the agility she possessed, but her hits were weak. He thought distantly to when he was younger, practicing relentlessly to gain his father's approval as well as Itachi's. He remembered Itachi watching him train, and he wondered if his brother had thought the same way about him then.

"Oh!" Hearing a squeak of surprise, the raven-haired boy snapped out of his thoughts to see the Hyuga girl blushing a deep pink, her pale eyes looking at his feet. "I-I didn't realize anyone was watching," she stuttered quietly, apologetically.

Sasuke pushed himself off the tree. "Hn…don't worry about it. You shouldn't get distracted. If I were an enemy ninja, I'd have killed you by now," he said flatly, crossing his arms in a disapproving manner. Her eyes found their way up to his own, before she fixed them on a tree to her left. "Ah, yes…" she agreed. He dropped his arms and walked past her, to begin his own session. Just as he passed her, he stopped and glanced over his shoulder at her; she hadn't moved, she was just fiddling with the hem of her jacket.

"Hey." She jumped, startled, and gazed at him. "What's your name?" he asked. She blinked in surprise, "H-Hinata," she responded. He nodded to acknowledge her, then strolled to the dummy. He took his stance once situated, then started to pummel it. Hinata, much to his annoyance, stood by and watched him in apparent awe.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw she had moved slightly closer. What is she doing? Ugh, I've had enough girls drive me crazy today. Then, it hit him. She had struck him as slightly different, though he didn't know how at first. But now he figured it out: she had no present for him. That, and she wasn't throwing herself at him. She just sat quietly watching him.

"Why are you here?"

Hinata looked at him, a light blush returning to her cheeks. She does that a lot…he noted absently, as she poked her index fingers together. "I was training," she answered. He turned to fix his dark eyes on her. "I know that, I saw you. I mean, why are you still here?" He thought that perhaps she was just waiting to give him a present—no doubt something he didn't like, it always was—instead of forcing it on him. Watching her speak, he gathered that it would be just like her. He was used to the present giving, though he still detested it. He hated his birthday.

She looked at him quickly, her blush fading. "Why? O-oh. I was w-watching you train. It's…admirable, how h-hard you work, and you succeed." She blinked, "D-do you want me to leave?" she asked.

He gazed at her, his usual light scowl on his face, but it was slowly disappearing. She was just watching him train? She had mentioned nothing of his birthday—maybe she didn't know it was today. And she had looked genuinely surprised. Nonetheless, he preferred to train alone, so he opened his mouth to answer her.

"No," he said, surprising them both. "It's fine. I won't be here long, and then you can continue," he added. She smiled slightly, pleased. "T-thank you." She walked over to a tree with a bento box placed beside it. He watched her suspiciously, as he had become accustomed to be wary of girls with boxes on this most special of days. However, his wariness disappeared as she contently pulled some onigiri out of the box, some tomatoes, and tea, and began to eat. He eyed the tomatoes, remembering his breakfast that seemed ages ago, but said nothing. Her lack of enthusiasm toward him was throwing him off, though he didn't mind it; he didn't want it. It was just something he had grown used to over the years.

"Sasuke-san? D-do you want to sit?" Sasuke looked down at her, lavender-tinted eyes gazing at him curiously. "I h-have plenty, if you like. I-if not, I understand…" she trailed off uncertainly, as her cheeks turned pink once again. He realized that she had no idea what to say any more than he did. They had barely interacted at the Academy, and now that they were Genin with their own teams, he saw her very rarely, if at all. So, figuring he should show her some sort of courtesy, he answered her in the only way he knew how. "Hn. Fine."

She pulled out another onigiri and teacup, and set up his own food while he sat down across from her. She poured his tea as he grabbed a tomato and popped it in his mouth. He savored the slightly sweet, yet tart taste, and he vaguely realized he was eating lunch with a girl. Hearing a tiny giggle, he locked eyes with her. "What?"

She looked down, still smiling slightly. "Oh, I-I'm sorry. It's just…you r-really like tomatoes, don't you?" Looking down, he realized he had eaten all his tomatoes. He shrugged, "Yeah. They taste good." They ate in silence, and when all of the lunch was gone he noticed a bit of bright blue on the pale box. "What's that?" he pointed towards the small square of paper.

She looked down, curious as to what he meant. "Oh. That's a s-sticky note. I like to w-write and leave them for people," she muttered. "Sometimes, I…I write them for m-myself." She showed him the paper, which read 'Have a nice day! Train hard!' and had a small heart drawn next to the message.

Sasuke let out a small snort. "That's pointless," he said. "Why write to yourself?" The girl looked down, embarrassed. "I…I don't know. It motivates me, and I like the feeling of getting a nice n-note, even if it's from m-myself." He shrugged again in response, it didn't matter to him what she thought.

After a few minutes of silence, she spoke again. "Ah…um, ano, Sasuke, but…I saw you running earlier. I-it may be n-none of my business, but I wonder…what were you running f-from?" He debated answering her—she was right, it was none of her business—then sighed quietly. She was okay, at least. Not totally annoying. "Girls." She blinked, then asked, "Why were you running from them? Weren't they being n-nice?"

He glared at her. Typical girl. "They were being annoying," he corrected. "They were trying to give me presents."

"Why? It's not Valentine's Day…"

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "It's my birthday. And it's the same every year: they give me these stupid gifts that are useless. Mostly candy, or cupcakes. I don't like sweet things," he muttered irritably. He glanced at her to see her staring at the ground in thought.

"Oh…well, I-I'm sorry you can't enjoy your b-birthday," she said after a moment. "I just hope I d-didn't make it worse."

He shrugged again, "Do you plan on giving me a cupcake?" She shook her head. "Then it doesn't matter. I got to do what I wanted anyway," he nodded towards the battered dummy a few feet away. He swore he saw a tiny smile of pride on her face, but he chose to ignore it. She was strange, but he tolerated her a lot more than the others. He liked that she was quiet—it left him alone to think, although he didn't like her stutter.

After another half-hour of silence, which was getting comfortable, he admitted, she stood and grabbed her bento box. "I must go. Thank y-you for sharing lunch with m-me," she said, a little brightly. He nodded. "I m-must go shopping n-now. I hope your d-day is better," she bowed a little, and the vague thought that it already was crossed his mind for a fleeting second. When she turned, the bright blue square on the side of the box caught his eye, and for some strange reason he wondered what it would be like to receive a sticky note, even one with a stupid message that was pointless.

He kept training for another hour or so, until he figured he should head home to prepare dinner. Slowly he wandered the streets home, careful to not run into anymore crazy girls. He was now in a decent mood at finding just one of them who wasn't obsessed with him (and strangely, he felt the littlest bit uncomfortable at that thought), so he didn't want it ruined.

He successfully made it to the street he lived on, and he noticed there was something lying at his door. He drew closer, curious, and saw it was a basket. He stood in front of his door, looking down at a basket full of ripe, red tomatoes sitting on his porch at his feet. And, right on the handle, was a little blue sticky note that read, 'Happy Birthday!' and a smiley drawn next to it. Despite himself, he let a small smile cross his face.

Maybe, his birthday wasn't so bad.

The next morning, Hinata woke up to her sister knocking loudly on her door. "Sister! Wake up, Father wishes us to train!" Hanabi called, her voice slightly amused. This surprised Hinata—any business concerning her father was far from amusing, which Hanabi knew, as well as the fact that Hanabi took almost everything very seriously.

She heard her sister walk on past her door, and she slid out of bed and quickly dressed. Once ready, she opened the door to find something very out of place on it—a green, small piece of paper.

A sticky note.

Surprised, Hinata pulled it off her door and stared absently at it, not even reading it. Just who would leave her a sticky note? Her father and Hanabi were too serious, and even Neji expressed that the idea was childish. Perching on the edge of her bed, she finally read the handwritten words:

'Thanks.'

Hinata smiled, and stuck the note on top of her dresser, proud of herself for making someone's day, especially the stoic Uchiha's.

Okay, that's prompt number one that my friend gave me. Next one is 'Ice Cream', thanks to my friend Crystalprison. =D I hope you like it, I think I kept them very in character. It's mostly fluff, very light, but it's good stuff. ^_^ So click that review button, and give me prompt idea if you want!

~Liviyan