Uchiha Sasuke was a talented shinobi, a traitor, the sole survivor of the Uchiha massacre, hated by the villagers.

Slash, swipe, slash. Eight down, four more to go. A kunai whizzed past his ear with alarming velocity. His hands formed a flurry of seals; he could feel the heat rising up in his throat like bile, then the sudden, silent explosion of white and orange flames-

-and the clearing was filled with the scent of burnt flesh and the trees were charred black. It had just taken a second.

"As expected of Sasuke-buchou…" an owl-masked man commented. Sasuke inclined his head slightly and proceeded to pick through flesh and cloth to find the hopefully-undamaged scrolls.

Of course, he could have used some other jutsu, but this was the fastest; he wanted to go home and sleep. Sasuke found the scrolls and plucked them from the corpse. He would live- the scroll was only slightly charred.

At a signal, the bodies were disposed of, and the clearing soon betrayed no evidence that a high-level battle had just taken place except for the blackened bark of the trees and the odd and slightly rancid smell of burnt flesh.

That night, Sasuke made it back to Konoha just as the clock struck twelve. As usual, he ignored the guard on the night shift's contemptuous smirk and not-too-subtle glare and walked down the familiar streets to home... and Hinata.

A smile was all it took to make him forget about his fatigue.

Sasuke might be a talented shinobi, a traitor, the sole survivor of the Uchiha massacre and hated by the villagers, but right at home, home with Hinata- he was nothing more than a husband, an expectant father and loved by an angel.

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Random fic. When inspiration strikes, WRITE! xD

I think I liked this better than Late Night Gifts. Love for SasuHina!