Unexpressed Expressions.
Summary: They don't believe in expressing; because they always give away subtle expressions to showcase them. A SasukexHinata One-shot collection, on every word of the alphabet.
Allowance #Drabble1
Allowance-the amount of something that is permitted, especially within a set of regulations or for a specified purpose.
Age 5:
Sasuke Uchiha never allowed anyone to touch his things, or him. It was a trait passed over the generations of Uchiha clan, for one never shares what's his. It was this overwhelming possessive trait that flowed in the blood of all ages- didn't matter if one is five, or seventy-five.
And Sasuke was a true Uchiha.
Anyone touching his cheeks? Push him/her if of same age group, and if older, glare. Touch his belongings? Your belonging will vanish with detectable smell of burning. Touch his feelings? That ain't happening ever, buddy.
But, he had exceptions to each case.
His mother fondling his cheeks with care? Fine. She's a lady; can't be disrespectful. His brother touching his toy weapon set to teach him how to aim? Cool. But it was only one exception when he let anyone touch his feelings.
When the white-skinned girl, with short midnight colored hair, irrevocable stutter and pale, pretty pale eyes offered him a red crayon, since he had forgotten his colors set at home, he allowed her, ONLY HER, to touch his feelings, while turning slightly red himself.
That, his brother felt while hearing him ramble about his day at school, was phenomenal.
Age 6:
Hinata allowed her body to act out its language comfortably. After all, it was never in her control.
Sparring practice? Knees go weak.
Meet father in his office? Brain freeze.
Anyone trying to converse with her? Stutter to no end.
See Naruto-kun play pranks, with his blue eyes swimming in laughter? Uncontrollable smile.
Naruto-kun tries talking to her? Blush.
He accidently holds her hand? Body loses control and goes into a reboot state.
But, she knew there was one thing she could control, but never allowed herself to control.
She could stop losing into those deep-onyx eyes when she saw them, but she allowed her eyes to escape in the whirlwind of emotions.
Onyx-Colored emotions.
Age 7:
Everything was over.
For him, atleast.
Everything hurt when he saw his own clan people, own relatives, his own parents swimming in a pool of blood, staring at the heavenly-adobe.
Not him.
Everything died inside him when his brother confessed, unabashedly, how he killed the clan to test his power to a seven-year old.
But what killed him every day was pity.
Pity in all who looked at him, who thought he was such a poor, poor boy, who didn't deserve this, etc etc.
And if not expressed verbally, it was that pity in their eyes.
To counter that pity in their eyes, he filled his eyes with coldness and threat.
I do not need that emotion.
But when Hinata Hyuuga, the girl who couldn't even say her name without stuttering, looked into his eyes, with not pity and sympathy, but compassion and hope, he allowed that emotion barrier in his eyes to break.
He just didn't know how to counter those emotions.
Age 12:
Genin teams to be announced.
She felt incredibly weak and scared.
She thought she would be ridiculed by her team mates, her sensei, and literally everyone around because she wasn't good at any ninja skills, and she was a joke.
Everyone felt that. Everyone knew that.
Except one. One person with ebony hair, dark, deep onyx eyes and emotionless stare.
Everyone judged her, but she knew he didn't. Because she knew he felt she had potential.
That's he didn't laugh at her clumsy tactics.
Thus, she allowed herself to dare to hope that she might be in a team where someone didn't judge her. Someone with an Uchiha clan symbol on the back.
Fates are not that kind.
Age 13:
He was leaving. It was time to fulfill his thirst for revenge.
Unexpectedly caught in a situation with Sakura, who continued rambling about how she loved him and he should stay and whatnot, he allowed himself to tune out and reflect at his thoughts.
He didn't want her to be the last person to talk to.
He wanted a short, stuttering, midnight locks, forever tomato-red blushing girl in her place.
So he allowed himself to give her words; perhaps his last to anyone in this village, forever embedded on a piece of paper and a dominant masculine handwriting.
Stay strong.
She read and smiled, and felt that unknown emotion.
Strength, to bear his departure.
Age 16:
He has returned.
More likely he was captured, by ANBU members, finding him drained of chakra and next to his dead brother.
He's in the hospital, the same hospital she is training in, which was all of a sudden filled with insane crowds and maddening screams.
All wanted to see the now sole surviving Uchiha.
All. Except one.
She stood in front of his hospital room, at round three in the morning, when everyone who had wanted a glimpse of him had fulfilled their wish, scream at him and done so, and threatened him, marked a check on their list of to-dos.
But she stood silently, holding the door knob, placing enough pressure to turn it and face the man who had strangely been a big part of her life, but does not turn it.
Perhaps she allows herself, and him, silently acknowledging her presence,e to feel something they hadn't felt in a long time.
That of a long period of wait, close to an end
Age 18:
He knows that she had confessed to that award-winning-village-idiot while saving his good-for-nothing life, and knows that that burden-on-earth hasn't responded to her.
Deliberately.
It must hurt. Perhaps. But it must feel great to let that load of emotions out in the open.
For the first time, he feels sympathy for someone.
And he realizes that, to his horror.
Age 20:
It is some sort of silent agreement between them that whenever he's not on a mission or she's not too busy at the hospital, they walk home together.
Their respective apartments are on the same side of the streets, and a ten-minute walk from the hospital.
It all had started when she had treated him after a mission three months ago, and it had been late, so she hurried across the street, not acknowledging onyx eyes following her path.
Some common thugs on the road, as always, teased her mercilessly and tried touching her.
Onyx eyes turned red.
These walks allowed her to feel protected.
Age 21 and a half:
He asks her to accompany him at lunch.
She obliges without questioning.
He tells her to add more tomatoes to her bentos.
She doesn't need to be told twice.
He orders her to not treat that highly-pathetic, recently engaged Dobe.
She assures him of it.
He asks her to say "I will not stutter for eternity," 86 times.
Check.
He asks her out on a date.
Eyeballs threaten to fall out, knees give out, Stutter on an unknown word starts, and blush darker than a hundred shades of red occurs.
He allows himself to laugh freely at that reaction.
Age 22:
He allows himself to be comfortable around her.
She allows herself to converse with him.
He allows himself to shows certain PDAs.
She allows herself not to faint at those.
He allows her to be angry at him.
She allows herself to glare openly.
He allows her to penetrate his mind.
She allows him to penetrate her heart.
Age 24:
Name: Sasuke Uchiha.
Age:24
Height: 6'1
Occupation: Top-level Anbu captain, under the direct command of the Great Hokage, Naruto Namikaze himself.
Relationship status: Married.
"YOU GOT MARRIED TEME. AS IN M-A-R-R-I-E-D. AND THAT TOO TO A GIRL!"
"I don't want to chidori you on my wedding day."
He allows her to penetrate his cold heart, scheming mind and empty soul.
She allows him to be a part of her life, every single day.
"He who allows hope; allows life"- Me.
A/N- Hello readers!
I have thinking about this idea for a long time and decided to put it in action.
Please feel free to criticize, to point out to mistake, to suggest or to ask for improvement.
I would love to hear from you.
What word would you like the next one-shot to be-
1) Beauty
2) Behind
3) Belief
4) Bask.
Waiting to hear from you!
ps- Can someone help me with Beta? If you can, please Pm me help will be appreciated.
Signing out, peekaboo123