Title: Sasuhina Challenge: Love

Summary: 50 cute, fluffy, romantic, crazy, weird, tragedy oneshots of Sasuhina! Challenge, ACCEPTED.

Disclaimer: Do not own Naruto!~

Notes;

Hello! 47 more! Another step closer! Okay, I took this challenge is because first, a hundred is really very tempting. And secondly, I enjoy writing Sasuhina fanfic! Doing whatever you like and get paid, oh baby, it's the best of both world :)

Hope you guys will like it and

ENJOY! ^^

Words.

Communication at its minimum. The silence was killing her and

his words, is never enough.

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"S-So, how's y-your day going?" Hinata quizzed as she lowered her gaze to her walking foot.

Coming from the Hyuga family, she knew that once in a while, she would be having a dinner with the Uchihas. Which she pretty much despised it. A lot. One reason was because of this cold youngest son of the Uchiha household, Sasuke Uchiha.

Every time she entered their mansion, she would feel embarrassed, looked down, weak and many more other indescribable feelings. She felt that she had embarrassed her dad whenever the adults were talking about the achievements that the two young Uchihas had achieved. She felt like she was being stepped on. Hard to breathe.

"Hn."

Not forgetting about Sasuke. His 'hn' never fails to confuse Hinata. Was it a yes? Or was it a no? And for god sake she was asking how his day was going and a "hn" didn't reply the question.

Whenever both families had to talk (somethings personal which she had no idea why can't she be there to listen too), they would call the both of them to 'take a walk' together. Not wanting to disobey their parents in front of other parties, they had no choice but to roam around the park. And throughout their entire life, they practically had walked the park for a thousand of times.

"Oh." She replied, blinking deliberately slow as she, for once actually studied the particular Uchiha.

Despite 'hanging out' with him for so many years, none of them actually spoke more than twenty lines in a year. And she was always the one that started the god damn conversation and he was the one that always ended it. For the god sake, couldn't he just replied with a longer sentence instead of his usual 'hn'?

"How about you?" He questioned, marking the first question he asked this week and the first time of the year he had made the conversation going.

Hinata was startled. Just as she was mentally scolding him and complaining that she was always the one that started the conversation, he spoke. Did he just freaking read her mind or something?

"I'm f-fine!" She stammered.

So now she was the one that ended the conversation.

There was a long pause. A rather long, awkward piercing silence between them. It didn't really happened after the very first few times they took a walk around the park when they were young. The silence between them was usually an atmospheric type of silence. It depends where they were (though most of the times they were usually at the park). The silence this time round was... Unpleasant.

"W-What are y-you working as now?" Hinata questioned, looking at the flowers that she had watched them grew over the past few years.

They had to take over their parent's company one day. And they didn't know when would it come. They couldn't pursue their dreams. They couldn't be what they wanted.

"Part-time tutor."

They don't communicate much. And Hinata knew that his dad has the thought of her getting into the Uchiha's household so that their company would be able to collaborate with theirs. And definitely, what Hinata didn't want the most was be a couple with the cold Sasuke. They don't communicate much.

Both of them didn't talk till they returned back to the Uchiha's mansion. The silence had never been so awkwardly piercing before.

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"Hinata, we will be staying here for the night." Hinata's dad said sternly, expecting the right reply from her.

"H-Hai, tou-san." She nodded her head slowly and turned to face Mikoto, the female Uchiha of the house.

"It's good to have a female here with me. Hinata, let me show you to your room."

Mikoto has always been good to her. And she was the only reason why she looked forward to the dinner with the Uchiha. Maybe because she lost her mother since she was young and Mikoto had showered her with so much motherly affection.

"Hinata, what do you think of our older son Itachi?" Mikoto's lips curved into a smile as she questioned "or is it our little Sasuke?"

Hinata blushed and shook her head. She knew that between the adults, they were actually thinking (in their mind) of the Hyuga heiress to marry either one of the Uchiha. But no. Definitely not for Hinata. Itachi is a little too old for her and as for Sasuke, they don't communicate much.

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Staring at the plain wall as she waited for her coffee to be done, her thoughts drifted into her romance life. It was rather embarrassing that she hadn't really dated anyone before. She had a crush but it was pathetic. She didn't even confessed when they graduated from high school. And worst, Sasuke knew about it. Though he didn't really give a damn about it.

Then the thoughts of marrying herself to the Uchiha family popped in her mind. She imagined herself walking down the aisle as people around her started clapping. She was wearing a majestically white gown and she seemed to be glowing celestially. Her dad was beside her. She smiled and she could feel that her tears were rising. Once she felt him stopping, she stopped as well. She lifted her gaze and she met her husband to be, Sas—

She snapped out of her thoughts. Why him? Earlier on that day, she had named out the flaws of the two. And why him and not Itachi?

And again, she was lost in her thoughts before she realized that the youngest Uchiha had entered the kitchen and was at the same time, waiting for his hot chocolate to be done.

"S-Sasuke-san!" She managed to choke it out, still shocked.

"Hn."

His usual, signature and famous reply again.

"W-Why is Sasuke-san up s-so late?" Hinata questioned, trying to get rid of the extremely uncomfortable awkward silence between them.

"Do I look like I'm going for a jog?" He replied nonchalantly, not even bothering to look at her as he spoke.

"N-No." She mumbled to herself and let out a mute sigh. She really had no idea how to communicate with such a cold person.

Only the sound of the coffee maker machine could be heard. And his breathing. Hinata listened closely. His breathing was always that slow. It seemed like he was some alien who only breathed five time in a minute.

Hinata knew that she had to push.

"So, h-how's your job going?" She asked, managed to force those words out of her chest.

She didn't want to talk to him so badly. But the silence is the thing that's killing her.

"Good."

His words. His words is never enough.

"You?"

"Good, too." She replied with the same answer. And she took a long pause before she started a new conversation again "h-how's your students?"

"Fine."

Fine as in the students were fine or they were fine to teach?

Hinata nodded her head, acknowledging whatever he had said. She had never understood him.

"What are you working as? Now."

"I'm working in a bakery." Hinata replied softly "it's a joy to work there."

"Hn."

Again.

"Sasuke-san, w-what do you a-actually want to work a-as if we don't h-have to take o-over the company?" His eyes, his expression seemed to soften as Hinata spoke.

"I," he paused and took a moment to think "guess I want to be a vet."

"I w-want to b-be a baker." She replied and smiled, though he didn't ask.

"B-Both of us h-have our own d-dreams" she continued "but it's s-sad that we h-have to take over o-our parent's c-company."

"Yes, it's... Pretty much sad." His voice seemed to soften too. Drastically.

Hinata lifted her eyes slowly to look at the Uchiha. When she caught him glancing over at her, she gave him a small smile. He didn't respond to it. And Hinata expected that.

Her coffee was done, so was his hot chocolate. Both of them walked up the stairs together and almost stopped for a moment before they turned to each of their direction, their back facing each other as they slowly made their way back to their room.

"Um, Hinata."

His voice stopped her. She turned and faced him, giving him a slight confused look.

"Thanks." He said offhandedly and turned, walking back to his room.

She narrowed her eyes a little upon that word Sasuke had given to her. She doesn't understand. Sighing a little, she turned and made her way back to her room. And at the same time, wondering to herself. When will there ever be a time where the silence wouldn't be killing her and they will communicate more. And when will there ever be a time where his words were finally understood by her.

His words, is never enough.