Beware the eyes of the clans of mighty Konoha.


There was a reason they told him to stay away from them. Their eyes, they said, were devious white orbs that would enchant and bewitch.

Fugaku said so, and Mikoto, too. They said they would ruin lives and sever bonds. And that is why they turned a cold shoulder towards their distant relatives with the eyes like snow and the faces of stone, that is why his father would spit at the entrance of their complex.


There was a reason they told her to stay away from them. Their eyes, they said, were hypnotizing wheels of spinning red and black.

Hiashi said so, and Hinode, too. They said they would destroy the meaning of love. And that is why they shielded their sight from their distant relatives with the eyes like blood and the skill of one thousand shinobi. That is why her father made it a rule in their clan to leave those people dying, suffering, on the battlefield, on a mission. One less is better, he said.


And at that moment, he understood the reason why they told him to keep away, to look away.

Because, in that moment, white met black and black spinned scarlet, and he was enchanted, he was bewitched.


And at that moment, she understood the reason why they told her to keep away, to look away.

Because, in that moment, black met white and crystalline ice turned to sparkling diamond, and she was held captive, she was hypnotized.


And in that moment, he understood. Why he had to avoid their clan.

And in that moment, she knew. Why she should not interact with their family.

But they could not help it.


He swore that her eyes were of the most beautiful gems that had ever graced the earth. He could see how rainbows danced in the depths of the prisms that defined their clan. He could see the shine of interest she held there, despite the steely expression she put on just for him, and he let himself be drawn into the white, ever-white oblivion of her eyes.

She could not deny that she was falling, falling to the depths of the dark void that were his eyes. Falling into the pools of spinning blood that comprised the history of his clan. She was being pulled into sweet, sweet nothingness and she welcomed the darkness she felt there, yearned for it, even.

And all thoughts of antagonism, bitterness, and violence disappeared the moment their eyes locked. They were intrigued, and they were lost in each other's gaze.

"H-hello," she whispered, never taking her eyes off of his.


And years later, they would learn the reason for the warnings their relatives gave them. A romance between an Uchiha and a Hyuuga would lead only to destruction and downfall. It had ruined lives, severed bonds, destroyed the meaning of love.

Hinata finally understood why her father cried much more after the Uchiha massacre than at her own mother's funeral and spent more time at the grave of Uchiha Mikoto than at his own wife's, right inside the Hyuuga compound.

Sasuke finally knew why his father always looked at Hyuuga Hiashi with contempt and utter disdain. He understood finally when he had found his father muttering in his sleep with tears in his eyes, "It's my fault, it's my fault," clutching the torn hitai-ate of Hyuuga Hinode.

But it was never in them to be held captive by their clans, to be bound by silly rules, to be restricted from the love they sought in another clan.


In each other's eyes, they only found the love, the understanding, the hope, and the encouragement they had not seen in the eyes of their own clan members. In each other's eyes, they found everything they were searching for. That was enough. It had always been enough.


Whoa. Quick drabble! I made this up with the mindset of having like a love square or something between Hinata and Sasuke's parents and then it turned into some Romeo&Juliet nonsense and then this happened? Anyway, Hinode is the name I chose for Hinata's mom. Hope you enjoy! xoxo