miikka-xx: If there is one pairing I'm madly in love with it's SasuHina. If there's any scenario I'm also madly in love with, it's either kiddie fics or situation switches (Sasuke is Hinata's fanboy while all the other girls are his fangirls). I hope, as my first chapter, I've given this pairing justice. It's already been all typed out but I won't reveal you how many chapters. (Because I don't know how to split them without totally destroying the continuity while still maintaining cliff hangers) I hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. If I did, no attractive male character would be wearing a shirt. Or clothes for that matter.
Title: It's a Kid Thing
Rating: K+
Pairings: SasuHina (duh); one-sided SakuSasu, NaruSaku, InoSasu and HinaNaru (also duh)
Words: 2119 for this chapter.
Warnings: Hints of Neji's past but nothing explicit. In case, you're SO behind, you don't know. xD Slight Sakura and Naruto bashing (because this is from Sasuke's POV anyways). Bashing is really from the POV. I assure you, it's for the ICness, NOT because of irrelevant opinions of the author(ess). Having said that, PLEASE ENJOY!
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Sasuke's a pompous ass and Hinata doesn't know it. Unrequited SasuHina.
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Month 3, week 1.
Hinata was a bit miffed at her torn up heart and cried the night, with Neji glaring at the wall opposite him as she sobbed in his arm. She always wondered why he even put up with her when he was so cold. (Neji also wondered, on his side, if she had felt his fast heartbeat and the heat radiating in waves off of his body... not that that meant anything...). She got over it though, resolving to make a better heart with nicer kanji just like how the blonde always got back up and tried harder.
It still didn't stop the scary Uchiha kid dragging her around like a ragdoll in partner activities.
Hinata thought about herself, she looked at her reflection in the mirror all day once. Why did the scary Uchiha whisk her away all the time? Did he have some kind of obsession with short hair or maybe it was the freaky eyes? Did he just like grabbing her kimono sleeves (they were pretty and silky to the touch) or dragging around shy girls? What the heck did the Sasuke even see in her?
On the other hand, Sasuke had taken it upon himself to call the annoying, blathering, blonde retard called Uzumaki Naruto, successor to local idiot, dope. He didn't care if it hurt the Hyuuga's feelings. It's not like he cared in the first place about her feelings anyways.
He had even checked with Itachi-aniki, and he was sure he agreed even though the older Uchiha had said some big word called 'denial'. Like Sasuke was supposed to know what that meant, geez, aniki.
Neji had once asked Hinata why she had bruises on her arm and she had blushed fiercely, saying that it was from the activities. She then went a deeper shade of red when she remembered Neji knew that there was no physical training in the first year, only chakra control but her cousin didn't question her, only mumbling something about 'fanboys'.
...what exactly were fanboys, anyways?
So here she was, with the scary Uchiha boy, trying to do a henge.
"That looks nothing like me," snapped Sasuke, glaring at the marshamallow with duck-butt hair. The henge, to put it nicely, was chubby, had wild dark hair and really bright, creepy grey eyes. Of course, that was to put it nicely.
"Er..." murmured Hinata, looking shame-facedly at her sandaled feet. She poofed back to her normal, small self and clutched her obi self-consciously. The boy sighed, pangs of guilt stabbing relentlessly at his (cold, frozen, winter wasteland-like) Uchiha heart.
"Just..." sighed Sasuke. The girl's bottom lip trembled and, before her partner knew it, she had burst into tears.
"S-s-s-sorry! I-I'm s-so sorry!" wailed Hinata as loud as her quiet voice could go. Sasuke really wanted the earth to swallow him up right then and there.
"N-No! Just, stop crying, will you!?" said the kid exasperatedly. Hinata bit her lip to hold back her sobs but all she did was shrink down into a little ball. She was so pathetic! She couldn't even do a stupid henge of a kid as cute as him! What kind of ninja would she be if she failed at this?!
"Look, um, I-I'm really sorry at getting, er, angry..." started Sasuke, his heart being continously shredded with guilt, "I-If it helps, er, I ...like you?" It had worked on all the other girls.
Hinata cried even harder.
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Month 3, week 2.
"Since not many succeeded in henge-making, we'll do a partner project on chakra control to improve, alright?" said Iruka cheerily at his class of six (and almost six) year olds. They didn't react much. More like most of them held back their shrieks and groans because Iruka-sensei was the best sensei in the whole Academy and he was really, really scary when he got angry.
"I will be making groups," the class burst into one big collective 'noooo', "yeees, now nobody move till I have said all the groups."
Sasuke hated Iruka-sensei on this one point. Group-making. He was decidedly horrible at it, pairing him up with idiots like the dope or pineapple-head claiming they needed 'all the help they could get'. And the one person he could tolerate was always with other idiots like 'flower-girl' and 'cotton-candy-head'. Was this fair?
Of course, it wasn't fair!
He wanted to be with Hyuuga, for god's sakes! Was it that hard for Iruka-sensei to comprehend that?! Was him yelling at the teacher that 'Hyuuga Hinata was his partner' and nobody else's for no good reason? Idiot teacher.
"Uchiha, Haruno," Sasuke choked back his scream, "and Hyuuga." Hinata choked back her scream.
Narutoooo!
"Uzumaki, Yamanaka and Aburame."
She heaved a sigh at the loss of her crush and despondently dragged herself towards the pink-haired girl. It wasn't that she didn't like Sakura. Quite the opposite really, she admired Sakura for her kindness and open-minded attitude and how she always spoke her mind. If anything, Hinata wanted to be more like the pink-haired girl so she could defend Naruto without turning into a red, bubbling mass of embarrassment and shame at her pathetic stuttering.
"Kyah! Sasuke-kun! Finally! I get to be partners with you!" Sakura practically screeched in the poor boy's ear. Sasuke resisted the urge to punch something by the reminder of his own mother's screeching, telling him about manners and being polite to young ladies such as Haruno and Yamanaka.
Interesting how she never said 'Hyuuga'.
Hinata shuffled abit closer to the pair and forced a weak smile that could never really reach her eyes.
"Hello, Hinata-chan!" smiled Sakura, pulling the pale-eyed girl to sit beside her so that Sakura herself was between Sasuke and the other. In Sasuke's not-so-humble opinion, he should've been sandwiched nicely between the banshee and his only partner. He would not tolerate this hell, not with the screaming banshee. Then Hinata practically beamed at Sakura when they started a conversation. Okay, fine, he could live with it for now.
"Alright, everybody! The assignment is simple," Iruka announced," I will give you a square of dough and you must make an imprint of your hand using your chakra." He slid a tray with a square piece of dough and held his hand over it. Slowly, dents began to form in the dough and a perfect imprint of the sensei's hand appeared.
"Cool!" shouted the dope from the far corner of the class.
Sasuke glanced at the Hyuuga and noted, while ignoring any sort of weird emotion swirling in the pit of his stomach, that small smile that always reached her eyes and the pink blush that painted her round, pale cheeks. She never even smiled at him like that, fake or real for that matter. She was always concentrating on some part of the floor or her hands whenever he tried to talk to her. Was Sasuke really that repulsive? He doubted it. Receiving the dough, they set to work.
A few minutes into the project and a small voice spoke up:
"A-Ano... U-Uchiha-s-san... er..." The said boy's ears perked up and he looked past Sakura to the stammering girl.
"Yeah?"
"Er... w-what do you wh-when your d-d-done?" Hinata squeaked. What the heck was she doing? Asking the scary boy? She had tried talking to Sakura but the girl was too busy with her own dough, mumbling something like 'has to be perfect to show Sasuke-kun'.
Sasuke replayed her question in his head a few more times before he understood.
"You, Hyuuga, are done?" And a small tray slid into view, and a petite hand uniquely to Hinata was imprinted on the dough. Something was terribly wrong with this picture. Hyuuga was done before the almighty Uchiha?
"Iruka-sensei! Hyuug-san is done!" Sasuke called, waiting for the fated sentence, 'Hyuuga-san, you just pressed your hand into the dough, not with chakra like you were told.'
It never came.
"Good job, Hinata-chan! Now, why don't you help your group!"
"H-Hai. Th-thank you, Iruka-s-sensei."
How dare he! A teacher calling her that! Hinata-chan! How inappropriate!
"A-Ano, Uchiha-s-s-san... y-you're h-h-hand..." That's when he noticed it was clenched in a fist.
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Month 4, week 1.
Today was the first time Sakura had tried to kiss him. Running around stupidly, she had tripped on a rock and fell on Sasuke, noses touching, her hair mixing with his, a shock of pink and black together like really badly mashed liqourice (you know, the cherry and the black one). That's when things got ugly. Sakura had gotten a strange gleam in her eye, and puckered her lips, leaning in way too close for comfort.
Then there was a thud.
Hinata, being ever oblivious to everything around her (except at partner time, where she was getting faster and faster at dodging Uchiha boy's grabbing hands, though eventually he always, somehow, succeeded), had tripped over the two's entangled feet, spilling her lunch (Tuesday's rice, sushi rolls, soy sauce and green-grass inprinted chopsticks-- Sasuke was watching her way too close, he realized) all over the dirt.
"Kyah! Hinata-chan!" Sakura screeched with worry (in Sasuke's face as well), "Sorry, sorry! I'm so sorry!" Hinata's big, pale eyes shined with unshed tears as she sadly grabbed her bento box and what was left in it and tucked it familiarly in her arm.
"I-It's okay, S-S-Sakura-chan..." With that, the girl ran (more like stumbled, in Sasuke's opinion) off.
"Cheh, stupid," scoffed the boy, as he rolled away from under the pink-haired girl and walked (strided; he liked to think he strided) back into the school.
A few minutes later, Sasuke was back with a blue bento box in his hands, walking down the dirt path instinctively. He found Hinata sniffling at the tree and cradling her own spoiled lunch like it was the one crying. God, why was she so damn nice all the time?! He'd have to show her how to stand up for herself one day seeing as the adrogynous cousin failed at it.
"Ne, Hyuuga, here," he called, and he thrust his own neatly packed lunch (sliced tomatoes, octopus balls and some spring rolls with dip) in front of her face.
"O-Oh! U-Uchiha-san!" she squeaked, blinking back her tears, "I-I couldn't! Th-This is your lunch!" Sasuke scoffed again and roughly grabbed her box and replaced it with his own.
"There, now we both have a lunch." Then the girl in front of him did something unexpected.
She looked right into his intimidating black eyes, and smiled. It wasn't that weak pathetic smile, or the small smile reserved just for stupid blondes. It was a honest-to-goodness smile that you make before laughing, with her eyes crinkling at the sides, and the lavender orbs shinin- no, twinkling at him.
And Sasuke felt so warm inside that he vaguely wondered if Naruto ever felt like this when she smiled at him.
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Wooo, alright, SECOND CHAPTER IS UP.
About the chakra thing, since Hinata is from the Hyuuga clan, it should already be ingrained in her mind and body how to expell chakra from various parts of her body. Wow, that sounded so wrong. Anyways, since she trains with Gentle Fist style, she already knows how to produce chakra in accurate shapes from her hand, as Iruka was demonstrating.
The Uchihas are waaay behind.
Reviews (and flames) are appreciat--er, wanted, even if it's something like, 'this is cute' or 'this sucks'.
Thanks for reading.