So this is super cute, and I think it's fantastic, because Sasuke is cute and Hinata is adorable and need I any more reason? Lots of fluff, and by the end of the story, it's very cute. I like it a lot, I almost want to turn this into like a full fledged fic because it's so good. My friday night is spent with SasuHina fluff and I could not think of any better way c: Enjoy this guys, I can't feel my fingertips.

Oh and Kiba is bae.

Day 6: My Ninja Way

Tell her a story

Tell her the honest truth

You treat her better

Make sure to see it through

Don't be just everything she wants

Be everything she needs

When she says she loves you

Tell her you love her too

Echosmith: Tell Her You Love Her

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The first time he had seen her, she had been unable to see him.

She looked gorgeous, hair pulled up in a messy bun, eyes unseeing as she sat across the bar, talking with friends, her arm looped with another man's. Her eyes were pale, the palest of purples, and he had been hypnotized, blinking onyx eyes as she felt everything around the table with nimble and shaking fingers. When she bumped into another's hand, she laughed and withdrew her fingers, drawing them into her lap. Her water bottle was always within her reach, and when their food had come, she felt around for the right utensils. He didn't care that he was staring, that his own food was going cold, and his glass of wine was forgotten.

She had such a carefree laugh and a bright smile, and he found himself drawn to her.

He wasn't one to believe in love at first sight, but if it existed, this was it.

—

He saw her again, of course there was no doubt in his mind that the blind girl was probably the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen, and he had seen a lot of fairly attractive ladies. She worked at the apothecary shop down town, Facing The Sun. He had stopped by, a recommendation for a herbal tea from a good friend of his, and he found her, moving along the shelves with blind eyes, running the pads of her fingers over the bottles, feeling the caps, and taking what she needed, slipping the raw ingredients into her apron, to be mixed together later no doubt.

The wooden floors under him creaked as the door chimed shut, and she turned in his general direction, eyes unseeing, but he felt as if she were staring into his soul. Her name tag read Hinata in pretty bold letters, and he found it laughable. "Hello, may I help you?"

He hummed, looking around, and he dilberly scuffed his feet as he walked across the floors, so she could hear him. They were alone in the store, but there were soft voices coming from the back. "Is this your shop?" His voice was smooth and deep, a rough baritone that made her smile, it repeated in her chest.

She reached for the desk, finding it and leaning against it, feeling the lavender and rosemary mixing in her fingers. "Aa, is there something I can help you find?"

He couldn't breathe, she was so soft and timid, and he wanted to ask for her name, even though he knew it. "A honey tea, for the throat." The cars horn scared her, and she jumped, nodding and setting the two herbs down on the desk that was her workbench no doubt, in front of the large window, facing the sun.

"Those are over here, do you have a specific one you're looking for?"

"Hanabi." She grinned then, her hand reaching out to meet the wooden shelf, and with her fingers brushing over the sides, she found exactly what he was looking for, handing it to him with warm and soft fingers in his own cold ones. There were notches and crooks in the wood, that way she was able to find everything she needed with little to no difficulty. "What's your name?"

She laughed then, tapping her name tag, but she knew he had already read it. "Hinata. Hinata Hyuuga. May I ask your own?"

"Sasuke Uchiha. I think this shop of lovely, your shop is the best I have ever stepped into."

She laughed at that, walking over to the cash register and he noticed the Braille on the buttons. It was an old fashion one, but it gave the store an antique feel. "Have you stepped into many apothecaries?"

He smiled then, bowing his head. She caught on fast, quick she was. "No, but I doubt any of them could measure up to yours." It was a strange sight, her smile when directed to him. It made his insides warm, despite the cold outside, and a soft pink dusted her cheeks. It was rare to find a apothecary, especially in the modern age, but there were many people who believed in the residues of healing, other than doctors. She bagged his things, and when the brunette man with strange red tattoos came in from the back, Sasuke took his leave.

He came back of course, bearing flowers.

She had smelt them the second he stepped into the shop, and her smile lit up, it was rare for people to bring her herbs. "Hello Hinata."

Her eyes widened in shock, and she stood from her desk, wiping aloe covered hands on her apron. She seemed to have been making some sort of balm with the strong scent of mint. "Sasuke, hello."

Her pretty midnight blue hair was pulled back in a braided bun, hands folded in front of her. "These, are for you." He handed them to her, careful of the glass vase, and she brought them to her face, taking a deep breath of the smell, Sasuke watching with his hands in his trench coat, dressed fashionably as he had left the office early to come see her.

She took a moment, reaching out slowly to feel the texture of the pedals, and she seemed to think. "Calendula and Echinacea, right?"

He laughed the sound hole, and smiled, even if she couldn't see it. "Yes, those are some senses you have."

She laughed then, setting them down on the desk (mindful of the other herbs lying around) and smiled at him. "When you've been blind since birth, your other senses are very acute."

he smiled then, relishing in her beauty, seeing her in a light blue sweater and a pair of jeans, she looked very pretty then, no make-up or perfume, she radiated the sun. "Hinata, you okay?"

She turned then, to the back door where the dirt covered man was, hands covered in gloves. "Aa, yes Kiba. This is Sasuke, he brought me more herbs." She smiled kindly, and the man narrowed his eyes at the Uchiha, taking off his gloves and walking over.

Sasuke guessed they had some kind of garden out back, or maybe even on the roof, for Hinata to do her herbs and remedies. He was a buff man, gruff and rugged, contrast to the Uchiha's clean cut look. "Kiba Inuzuka. Hina tells me ya seem like a nice guy." He held out his hand, and Sasuke nodded solidly as he shook his hand.

Kiba's hands were calloused, and rough, and Sasuke couldn't help but feel everything. he stood back up then, blinking over the thick contact lenses he had on, and his hands went to his side, resuming a laid back and yet, sophisticated stance. "Yes well, I couldn't help but notice this shop. It's quite antique, I like the feel."

Kiba crossed his arms over his chest, wearing a matching apron, the top embroidered with green leaves, unlike Hinata's colourful flowers. "Yeah, well if ya looking to buy the place, it ain't for sale. Hina spent a lot of time and effort to get this place runnin', she ain't gonna sell it too a businessman."

Sasuke's eyes widened, and Hinata gasped. "Kiba!"

"You have misunderstood my intentions." Sasuke's voice was cold and calm, and he breathed in deeply. "I have no intention of buying this place, I simply like it. Ms. Hyuuga has done a very good job, and I am simply admiring her skill."

Kiba seemed to relax then, smiling softly at Sasuke, seeing genuine intentions behind cold dark eyes. "Good, coz' Hina has been through a lot to get this place up and runnin', she did it all on her own. I only did the hard labour, she was worn out by one day carryin' boxes."

Her face was red, and Sasuke couldn't help but chuckle at the woman's pout. "That is because I ran into the door, because someone forgot to tell me it was closed."

Kiba's smile disappeared, and he pouted as well, staring at those pretty empty eyes. "Doll, look I said i'm sorry. My mumma already chewed me out for it, you know we been looking after you for so long, she's more protective of ya then she is me."

Sasuke couldn't help but smile, their relationship reminded him a lot of that with his brother.

When Sasuke had finally gotten the courage to ask Kiba if he could take Hinata out for dinner, he was sure the man was going to rip his throat out with his teeth. But Kiba had reluctantly agreed, Sasuke knowing the perfect place to go, and on a Friday in late spring, the clouds a thunderous mass a move him, Sasuke arrived at Facing The Sun, and waited for Hinata. He liked days like this, when he could breathe in the dew and plant's scent, and Hinata seemed to like it as well. She came out of a small door in the back, and Sasuke was at a loss for words.

She was dressed in a pretty blue dress, and her hair was curled, a large flower behind her ear, and her bangs fell perfectly over her eyes, and she carried a small purse that hung on her shoulder, wearing a dark navy coat over. Sasuke cleared his throat, trying to figure out how to breathe, and she smiled, as if sensing him. "Sasuke."

"Hinata, you look, breathtaking." He fumbled over his words, and she blushed awkwardly poking her fingers together in a nervous habit, and she laughed a little, pressing her knuckles to her forehead.

"I'm sorry, i'm not very good at this, i've never been on a date."

Sasuke smiled, gently taking her hand in his own, and she was warm compared to his cold hands. He was red in the face as he looped their arms together, and with a small smile and a nod at Kiba, they were off.

The car ride was silent, and Sasuke breathed steadily, watching as Hinata tracked the hem of her dresses' skirt, listening to the sound of the car driving, the lost music playing in the background, and she could almost hear Sasuke's heartbeat. "Do you like French cuisine?"

She blinked at him, eyes wide and she hummed, pursuing her lips. "I don't know, i've never had French food, it's awfully expensive." Her words were hushed, and as Sasuke parked the car, he turned to her, gently placing her hand on his own.

"I think, you will rather like this place."

The smell of the restaurant, accompanied by soft silence, nothing but silver on expensive plates, it made unseeing eyes wide and Hinata turned to Sasuke for answers. He held out her chair for her, and the smell of flowers was so prominent, she went searching for them. Her hands graced everything, the silverware and plates, until they landed on the pedals, and the smile on Hinata's face was worth the entire night for Sasuke. He liked her smile, it was bright and gorgeous, and he wanted to see it more.

"Mr. Uchiha, welcome back." Her head turned to the voice, and in the years she had been unable to see, she had gotten very good at reading people by their voice. She knew this was a younger man, perhaps the same age as Sasuke and herself (although Sasuke was a year older) and he was the waiter. he used formality, so something told Hinata Sasuke came to this restaurant quite often. "What can I start you two off with tonight?" Now he was smiling, Hinata could feel it.

She whispered quietly a water before bowing her head, face red and flushed, and she felt awkward, like everyone in the world was staring because he didn't know if they were or not. A warm hand engulfed her own as the man's footsteps walked away, and she jumped, nearly slamming her knees into the table. "Hinata, no need to be so tense. No one is staring at you, you look lovely in your dress, and your hair is perfect. No one here is staring at you."

Somehow, his words genuinely calmed her, and she took the moment to feel his palms, they were soft compared to her own. Of course, her hands were soft, she used her special lotion on them, but a different kind of soft. His hands were the kind of soft from gentle calluses, holding paperwork, trying all day, he had a desk job. "Do you come here often?"

Her question shocked Sasuke, and he was impressed with her level of observation. He too, was a master at the smaller details, and he smiled, eve if she couldn't see it. "Yes, in fact I do."

"What is this strange place you have taken me to, Mr. Uchiha?" Her voice was genuine curious, and her fingertips moved like she were trying to memorize every bit of his skin with just her hands.

She was kind and gentle, and maybe that was why Sasuke had been convinced she stolen his heart from the moment he saw her. She was no weak and feeble thing, he knew better now, she was stronger than most, and more elegant than anyone he had ever met, save, maybe his mother. So smiling to himself, his other hand joining his first, side by side and he let her fingertips tickle his hands. "This is Les Amours Dévouées, the best French place in town."

Her smile was genuine, and it was kind to him.

When the waiter came back, he gave them their drinks, and menus, bowing his head and disappearing slowly. Sasuke pushed the menu towards Hinata, curious to how she would react, and she looked so complexed as she took the menu. "Sasuke, you know I can't read this."

"Run your fingers over it." She sighed, staring down at the menu with eyes unseeing, and slowly reached out to do as he said. Sasuke himself was preoccupied with her reason, and he was better than he imagined. The way her eyes widened, and her jaw dropped open softly, the way her shocked expression turned to one of joy, and she laughed, directing her smile to him.

He rather liked the one crooked tooth she had on the bottom, it brought the innocence of a child into her laugh. She was beside herself with emotions of the strange man she had met one day in her store, taking her to a fancy restaurant, and he was considerate of her. "The menu is in Braille, did you set this up?" Her voice was accusing, and Sasuke decided it was time for the biggest surprise of the night.

"No of course not, Les Amours Dévouées is a restaurant for the blind." Her eyes went wide, and her hands fumbled with the menu, catching it before it could slip from the tips of her fingers and onto the floor, and she was still gaping at Sasuke.

She collected herself, pushing back her hair with her fingers, the back of her hand to her forehead, as if checking for a fever, but her face was red. "And did you, look for this place because of me?" Had she heard wrong? She was almost positive the water had been familiar of him.

"No. Hinata, tell me, what kind of man do you think I am?" His tone was light and carefree, and she liked it, but found herself unable to answer. "You are not an invalid because you are blind. You are a strong willed young woman, and maybe that is why I fancy you the way I do." She liked when he talked proper, it suited him. She had a picture of him in her mind, dressed in suit and tie, a gentleman, from a good and strong background. Every girl's prince in shining armour.

And she liked that. She wasn't invalid, she was strong.

Sasuke told her so.

Halfway through dinner, with their dishes mostly done and a good vibe going between then, Hinata spoke kindly to the man in front of her. She may not have been able to see his face, but she liked his voice, she liked it a lot. "Why made you think to take a blind woman to dinner, Mr. Sasuke Uchiha? Curiosity, a need to feed a sort of strange complex you have?" She laughed, and so did he, and she liked that he could laugh with her.

Hinata had not had many boyfriends, any actually, the only one who stuck with her through thick and thin was Kiba, and Kiba would always be there. So what if a nice gentleman fancied her, was he going to stick around? "Hinata, there is something about myself, I think you should know." Something slid on the table in front of her, and she picked it up slowly, feeling them in her hands.

It was a pair of glasses, why would he give her glasses? he took her wrist gently, opening her palm, and she marvelled in his hands. But then he started signing into her hands, a silent bing between both of them, and her eyes widened, because Kiba had taught her that as a child. He had hard hearing, or at least had, as a small child, and he had learned to sign into her hand to speak to his blind friend. But Hinata was still trying to put the pieces together, but Sasuke must have recognized the look on her face. "How long?"

"A fantastic 22 years."

She swallowed hard, finding it hard to breath. Sasuke was blind. She was blind.

This was all making sense somewhere in her mind, but she was always a curious little girl. "What? how?"

Sasuke slipped on his thick glasses, smiling contently at the girl, who seemed so wonderful to him, could she take his secret as well? "I was born blind, as was my elder brother in one eye. When I was nineteen, my father learned of an extremely rare herb in the jungles of Indonesia that could help, alongside with surgery. At the age of 21, I saw for the first time. My father deemed it fit, someone had to take over the company."

She nodded, then seemed to catch his words. "I knew you had a desk job, the calluses on your hands, folders and typing. You run a business?" her voice was so curious, and Sasuke liked Hinata.

he smiled then, reaching out and this time for him to trace her hands. Touch was such an intimate thing, it was his strongest sense, it still was. Hinata on the other hand, was one with her heart, she heard everything. One could drop a pin in a concert hall, and she'd be able to find it in a heartbeat. "Hinata, I like you. I like you because I see a lot of myself in you. For years my father told me to give up on my dreams, because I would never be able to accomplish them. I believed him, and I thought it still wasn't possible, to do all the things I wanted to do." He gripped both her hand in his, and they were warm, his heart was beating hard and she was flushed. "But then I met you and you proved the world wrong."

And she smiled.

—

Hinata Hyuuga curled tighter into her boyfriend's chest, the man reading a book lazily beside her with his fingers, glasses aside, and she ran her hands over and over and over again. The almighty Sasuke Uchiha was not one against tattoos, or piercings, but she wondered how much pain the simple saying on his chest had caused him. A year and a half later, moving out of the too small apartment above the shop, and a still very protective Kiba later, Hinata found herself tracing her boyfriend's scarification peace in their bed, in their apartment, and she smiled.

Sasuke caught this, leaning over and kissing her forehead, and her hands traced the dips of scarred flesh in his skin. He had told her how he they had done it, cutting out pieces of his flesh to leave behind sure scars, but the result was so beautiful Hinata had wanted to cry. She traced it every night before they fell asleep, the times they made love, every morning and every time she could because it was beautiful to her.

So on that Sunday morning dressed in pajamas with Sasuke beside her, hot cups of coffee on their nightstand, and the man reading his book, Hinata smiled into his bare chest, messy hair pulled back. Because the scars and the pain, he said it was meant for her. That he would not allow anyone to see those words carved into his skin because if they saw them, they he would keep them forever. Hinata wouldn't mind a forever with Sasuke, if their days were like this. He took her to the shop in the morning, before going to the office, picked her up after, sometimes they had food in a quaint little place, or he made her food. They would lounge around, watch movies, and she lived her life with Sasuke, no more a blind invalid. at first she had been skeptical of his intentions, especially the night at the French restaurant, but not so much anymore. They had been together too long, and as he had told her before, since her fingertips were the first to touch the pattern of scars, he would keep her forever.

Sasuke Uchiha's one wish, his one insecurity that he believed no person would ever be able to understand, but Hinata did. She could read it, the Braille words written into his skin just below his collarbone, scared over, and she traced them every second she could, because she loved him, and that included all of him. She smiled, and raised herself to kiss him on his lips, to which he closed his book and pulled her closer, smiling as she listened and he felt in those moments.

Touch me.

And she did.

26/12/14