Yin-Yang Project
Author Note: Me and Juri were given the same prompt and I was supposed to do the humor side while she did the angst side. Let me tell you…I don't know what I got myself into.
Prompt: SasuHina are just really good friends who talk about what their kids will call each other when they grow up, but then has a crisis when they end up sleeping together and Hinata gets pregnant.
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They sat on the foot of Hinata's bed staring at the next door, as if, at any moment, a serial kill would pop out and end their lives. Hinata thought that would be a better way to end her friendship with Sasuke. Something they couldn't control. You really couldn't control a crazed serial killer's actions. You just had to accept them. Kind of.
What sat on the counter in her bathroom was the serial killer. It pretty much chose their fates. Hinata glanced over at her best friend. He seemed relaxed. So much that he laid on his back and stared calmly at the ceiling. Oh, that's right. This didn't affect him nearly as much as it would affect her. He could leave. He could. He said he wouldn't but he could…
…that's what scared her the most. She knew him. She knew that he wasn't always the one to keep his promises. They were best friends so how couldn't she have known him inside and out. She followed his motion and laid back with him. One hand behind her head and the other resting subconsciously at her lower abdomen.
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It was strange how a friendship could be birthed from a nice day in the sandbox. No, it was. Strange. Sasuke was never the type of guy that liked playing in the dirt but Hinata was that type of girl and that's where their story began. Sasuke being completely grossed out when she tried offering him a mud-pie with a live worm in it. He wouldn't admit that he was afraid so instead he popped it out of her hand.
Up in the air it went…
It landed neatly all over his shiny ebony locks. The worm inched down his face as a scream erupted from his lips. Hinata joined in his screaming when he ultimately killed the worm.
Almost twenty years later, both pushing twenty-four, they were best friends. Strange. Surely something as traumatic as almost eating a worm, one would think that they would never speak again. On the contrary, Hinata made it up to him by baking a real pie. This is how her love her baking came into play. Sasuke also learned that he was incredibly lactose intolerant that day.
Anyway, they were best friends. Just friends.
Nothing more.
In the beginning of their teen years, they spent majority of the time telling people that they weren't together. Once some girl from Hinata's literature class pulled her into the bathroom. That was okay. She had to go really bad anyway. The girl took her shoulders and embraced the Hyuuga. Hinata was too confused. "H-huh?" She remembered asking the girl.
"I'm so sorry," started the girl. Her eyes were clear blue like rushing water. It made Hinata's bladder cry. "I honestly didn't want to be the one to tell you…but it's Sasuke."
Hinata froze. Her legs stopped rubbing together and her heart began to race a bit. She hadn't seen her friend all morning. She hadn't seen his car in the Student Parking Lot either. "W-what? What happened?" How would she live without him?
"Well…" the girl looked down. Hinata remembered seeing her brown roots growing out of her blonde head. "Well…I saw him kissing another girl." Hinata's lip dropped and the girl hugged her again. "It's okay! You can cry on me!"
Hinata wasn't violent so she didn't push the girl into the sink like she craved. "I have to pee." She told her.
Then the girl said the creepiest thing. "I'll be waiting."
She walked to the stall and turned back with the solemn girl. Really? Really had a person just said that to her? How was she supposed to pee with that in her mind? "You, um, you don't have to." That's so creepy! "I don't like Sasuke."
"You love him, we know." Again, false information.
Hinata shook her head. When she came out, a whole group of girls embraced her. She just wanted to wash her hands. Actually, Hinata let them hold her. She didn't know that so many girls cared…or rather pitied her, apparently.
When college rolled around…they kissed for the first time. It was on Hinata's twenty-first birthday and they were both drunk. Once their lips touched, Hinata vomited all over Sasuke's sweatshirt. He sobered up fast. Did you realize how expensive school merch is? They spent the rest of her birthday in the Laundry Room…watching his dark sweatshirt loop around. For some reason Sasuke threw up.
Now, they were stable adults…that occasionally had sleepovers. Tonight they were at Hinata's place. She noticed they were always at her place. Sasuke's excuse was: "You're bed feels better than mine." She could only figure it to be true because after work instead of going home…he crashed on her couch until he could take a shower than crashed on her bed. After that, he was gone, like asleep. Hinata couldn't wait him up if she wanted to. She did majority of the time.
It was hard having relationships when there was already a half-naked man in your bed. Most men thought this was some sick joke. "I didn't sign up for a threesome."
"What? No. He is just a friend!" She threw her shoe at Sasuke's sleeping head. "Just give me a minute?" By the time she gave up the guy was already long gone. Hinata would pouted and lay down.
Sasuke would turn over. "He was a scumbag anyway." Or a variation.
"You're a scumbag," whispered the Hyuuga. Or a variation. Sasuke huffed and turned over. Hinata sat up and took off her Let's Get Laid bra. "How am I ever supposed to get married and have kids with you always in my bed?"
Sasuke yawned and rolled onto his side to look at her. "Well…if he's cool-"
"Nobody is that cool. You're not that cool."
Sasuke closed his eyes. "You're right. She'll have to be cool with you."
"What will my kids call you?" Hinata prompted the question.
Sasuke glanced over. He supposed it was a good question at the time. Uncle? But they weren't related. Just Sasuke? That didn't seem right. He had no clue, "The Godfather."
Hinata laughed much louder than she would have if she was in her right mind. "You want to be their godfather. Seriously?"
Sasuke turned to her with a raised eyebrow. "Was I already not?"
"W-what?"
He sat up. "How was this not already a thing?"
"I…I just didn't think you would want to be."
Sasuke ran a hand through his hair and nodded. Well, he could see how she could have gotten that idea. He didn't really like kids but if something happened to her, he wouldn't want anyone else to take them. "Yes, give me the rights to your children, Hyuuga." He extended a hand.
She stared at the offered hand. "You're stupid."
He laid back down. "No, I'm tired. My eyes burn." He went to rubbing his eyelids in a heavy circular motion. "I'm sleep."
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One would wonder… how they got themselves into such a situation. They always preached about being just friends and that's it. It was messy. Sasuke had just broken up with one of his "long distant" girlfriends. It apparently "hurt" him and he didn't want to be left alone in his apartment. Hinata wanted to be more help but the guy she was seriously interested in decided to tell her that he was married! It was wild. She cried a lot.
Who forgets to mention their married? It was crazy. Never will she date a coworker.
They were both down and lying in bed. They were talking about how they would be a great team. Sasuke even figured if they weren't married by 40 then he'd do her the honors. Hinata was touched. Barely. Even more "touched" when Sasuke kissed her. It wasn't like she hadn't wanted to try it again. Last time they kissed she damn near vomited in his mouth.
Talk about your bad kisser.
One thing led to another and they were crossing so many lines. They honestly threw logic out the window. The next morning…they agreed to pretend nothing happened. It was a mistake. Big mistake. They were slightly drunk. Slightly.
But…Hinata had to admit. "Wow…" because she felt cheated all this time.
These feelings were short lived when things came late and symptoms arrived.
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Now back to the serial killer in her bathroom. Sasuke's phone timer went off and they both stood at the same time. Sasuke stopped them before reaching the door. "You're still my best friend, you understand?"
Hinata needed that. "You…you go in."
He smirked and rolled up his sleeves and opened the door. Hinata stood at the doorframe with her arms crossed. Sasuke turned to her once again. "I don't care if it's a boy or a girl…we're not naming it after any dead people in our family."
Hinata giggled and nodded. "Okay."
"And we're painting the room some gender neutral color. What do you think of that bluish-greenish color," he snapped his finger. "Almost like Gaara's eyes?"
"Teal?"
He nodded. "Teal. That's good."
"I didn't know you liked Gaara's eyes that much." Hinata teased.
"It's all fun and games until you gain sixty pounds." He huffed picking up the test. Hinata pouted and walked in. He sat on the closed toilet and looked up at her. "Guess you don't have to worry about what your kid will call me."
Hinata gasped at the two strong lines indicating that it was positive. "S-Sasuke…"
"You're going to get huge," he patted her head and walked back into her bedroom.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going to get my camera back from Kiba. I'm filming this."
"This?" Hinata was so confused. Sasuke was more "excited" than she was. As excited as Sasuke could be. He wasn't exactly smiling nor as his voice any higher…but the look in his eyes.
"This." He held her waist. "Him…Her… whoever." He shrugged. "Imagine when people ask if we're together."
Hinata smiled. "No, we're just friends with a baby together." For some reason, this made her happy. They weren't trying to force new labels onto each other. They wouldn't work as a couple. Sasuke grabbed his keys. Hinata followed behind him. "I'm coming too."
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Author Note: I dunno... Gotta love open endings, amiright? Haha...this was fun! Until next time!