Yo. These set of one-shots were originally supposed to be for Hinata Week, but every prompt had me thinking about SasuHina, so I went with that. Many people don't know, but being the multi-shipper I am, I love all ships, I just happen to have more feelings for the crack ships. I really like SasuHina, so the prompts will be the same for Hinata Week, but they will be SasuHina drabbles as well. I don't know if that makes sense or not, but hey, i'm not here to pick at the details, only to deliver sweet SasuHina for you all. Also, there's a massive lack of fic for this ship, so this is also a bonus to that as well. I don't know if anyone noticed, but like, all of my titles are inspired by songs, and usually, the title of the overall story is as well. It makes it easier to write if I have a strong inspiration behind it. Two Moons is from EXO-K, so imagine Hinata-chan busting moves to some sick beats.

Belle Lumière means Beautiful Light in french, which ties in with Hinata's name. And subconsciously, most of these as well.

Two Moons

Day 1: Shy

Her eyes were like two moons.

Stutter when I talk,

Flail around as I walk,

Yeah the moment's been killed.

And I'm not good at this no, not all.

I'm not good at this.

I'm a wreck and I know it,

And I tend to show it every chance that I get.

Butterflies in the skies, they just fly on by.

Yeah they're making me sick.

They don't flutter about, I'd do without.

All they do is kick.

He Is We: Pardon Me

:~:

Hinata Hyuuga had always been a shy, innocent, girl by nature, kind and caring, a heart two sizes too big, and a laugh that could brighten anyone's day. When one of her friends was down, she never failed to bring them back up, making them homemade sweets, or providing an outlet to vent to, and she didn't mind, seeing her friends happy brought her joy in a strange way. Still, she had never been able to love the one person she had always wanted to love: Naruto. She had admired him, and believed in him, and her resolve was rock solid because she cared about him, but as he had mentioned after she had sacrificed herself for him: That was not the kind of love he was looking for. It hurt, for awhile, as did most anything, but Hinata slowly started to get better. She accepted the fact that Naruto was a special person to her, and always would be, he had a special place in her heart.

But now, she hid her face behind the bundle of flowers, because she could barely get to the register to buy them. There was a boy there, staring at her, and he had been since she walked into the flower shop. Being a Hyuuga had it's advantages, it did, many in fact, but a disadvantage, for a shy and timid soul, was that Hinata always knew when someone was staring at her. It didn't matter if it was a side glance from the corner of someone's eyes, walking past them in public, or an admirer from afar, she always knew. So she couldn't bring herself to walk over there and pay for the lilies knowing the brown haired boy was blatantly staring at her for a whopping eleven minutes, and forty-seven seconds. It was embarrassing, where was Ino? There was a reason Hinata only came to the Yamanaka's flower shop, she knew everyone that ran the place, and Ino was found here most of the time. So who was the boy at the counter, and had he ever been taught manners? It was not polite to stare.

The door opened, and Hinata willed herself to disappear into the shelf where her burning face had spent the last ten or so minutes. "Hinata-chan!" She let out a soft sigh, turning with grateful eyes to the wolfish boy, grinning at her and the large dog at his side barked, rushing over to her and she felt the unknown boy's gaze break in favour of staring ridiculously at Kiba. Hinata bent down slowly, crouching on the floor as she buried her hands in the canine's fur, Akamaru licking her cheek, and she laughed, the sound genuine. "What's up with you?" he asked, looking around and picking out some carnations and sunflowers. A terrible combination, why was he buying flowers?

"L-Lilies, for Neji-nii." He nodded, a sad smile on his face and he breathed in and out.

"Want some help?" Her eyes slid to the boy at the counter, who was still staring at her, and she nodded, biting her cheeks, and he didn't think twice.

Kiba Inuzuka threw his arm around her shoulders, grabbing her flowers and his own, the girl blushing and a stuttering mess of red as he lead them to the counter. He set the flowers down slowly, a predatory look in his eyes, and the dog by his side was no longer fluffy and cute, but bearing teeth and seething at the young man, who stepped back in fear. "I-Is this all?" he stuttered, and Kiba pulled Hinata closer to him, and she was getting light headed.

She could smell his cologne and the earth, the forest, she could smell it all on him. Something untamed and unruly that lived under the surface, and she was drowning in the smell. "Yeah this is all, what about you doll, need anything else?" It took her several seconds to realise he was speaking to her, and her heartbeat was rocketing in her chest.

She knew Kiba had never seen her more than a friend, and he was a brother figure to her as well, but there was something about being held softly by a boy that still made her flustered. She was twenty for crying out loud! She could be able to hug Shino-kun and Kiba-kun without feeling like she was going to internally combust into flames by blood rushing to her head. Maybe it was her shy nature, maybe it was the fact she was quiet and accepted orders without a single protest. Maybe that was why she was so shy, maybe.

She relaxed against Kiba's chest, or at least tied to, because she knew what he was doing. No sane man would gaze so uncontrolled at an Inuzuka's girlfriend, no man would gaze that way towards any taken girl, because they had enough respect (not for the girl herself) but for the man she was dating. Men were so pretentious. "No, i'm good with just these." Her voice came out softer than she would have wanted it to be, and he laughed, resting his forehead on the side of her head, and she liked the gesture. It was a nice thing he did, and she knew he only ever did it to her, when she was feeling helpless of embarrassed, because if she turned her head, she could hide in the boy's longer hair. It was a silly thing, but it helped.

The unknown man wrapped their flowers, putting them in the same bag, and handed them to Kiba with a smile too forced, and Hinata could breathe as she exited the shop. When they were out of sight from the clerk, Kiba's arm let up, and his hand was on her back, eyes concerned. "Hey, are you alright?"

She rubbed her eyes, feeling tired, and she nodded slowly, looking up to the setting sun. There was something eerie she liked about going to the cemetery at twilight, it made her feel closer. "Yes, thank you very much Kiba-kun." He walked beside her for some time, waiting for an explanation, because she never failed to give him one. It was the perk of being her best friend, she never kept anything from him, and he had, after all, been the one to punch Naruto into next week when he dared call Hinata creepy. He hadn't meant it that way, saying just how she used to follow him around was slightly concerning and abnormal, but ever the brash and brave Inuzuka, had nearly tackled the Uzumaki to the floor, making a bloody painting out of his face. That day had not ended well, but it made Hinata smile, because Kiba loved her enough to stick up for her. "That boy was staring at me, and he wouldn't stop. It was alarming." The pout was ever present on her face, and Kiba sniffled his laughter into his hand while he carried their flowers. Her gaze turned to him then, seeing him smile, and he looked so different than when they were smaller kids. Thank god he got rid of that fluffy jacket, she didn't like it, it made her sneeze. "Who are your flowers for, Kiba-kun?"

He turned to her, looking down at the bag with a smile, rubbing the back of his head. "One of the clan members is having a baby, a girl. A first born girl, it seems that's the way this clan goes through. I mean, Hana-nee will take over then okaa-san gets too old. She's gettin' there." He laughed, and Hinata smiled, bidding Kiba farewell as they came to the fork in the road, and had to depart. He offered to come with her, but she politely declined, liking spending time at the cemetery alone.

:~:

When the sun set, and drunken shinobi took to the cemetery to weep away at the loss of loved ones, Hinata took to the shadows. She didn't want to be seen, she wanted to blend into the background, and for once, make it home without seeing anyone who would have recognized her.

That, of course, didn't happen.

She had dashed out of the forestline, trying to be unseen, avoiding the streetlights, and in her moment of blunder, she crashed ungracefully into the man in passing. He caught her arm before she could plummet into the dirt, face first, and her eyes were wide, long hair flooding over her shoulders in messy inky torrents. It seemed midnight blue under the light of the moon, and her eyes were wide, the man with a wrapped arm holding her up from the floor. A strong yet gentle hold on a fragile body, and she jumped back, stumbling away from him, her face red and the Uchiha narrowed his eyes at her. "G-Gomenasai!" She stuttered, eyes wide, and he scoffed, turning off to the side.

"Watch where you're going Hyuuga." Her hands were knotted in front of her, eyes wide and face red as she diverted her gaze to the side of the road. "Don't rush off into the middle of the street."

He could see her feet, ready to take off, and he let her. She bowed hastily, apologizing again, her face crimson red, and she ran back to her apartment, her hair chasing around her once more.

Like ink into water.

:~:

Hinata moved about her apartment, a smile on her face while she cooked in the kitchen. Her apartment was the one place she was completely comfortable. The way her plants thrived, and the bookcases upon bookcases offering endless hours of escape, it as the one place she didn't have to hide. She moved about, hair pulled up into a messy knot in the back of her her head, bangs pinned from her face as she cooked food for the gathering at her home. Tonight, they would be celebrating life, as they did at the end of each season. They all had lived in such a horrid world, full of war and pain, so Hinata decided they were right, to celebrate the little things in life.

Her movements were fluid and graceful, and it didn't take long for the others to arrive. Kiba, being ever loud and brash, pushed past everyone to engulf the girl in a big hug, ripping her off of the floor, and swaying her side to side. She couldn't breathe, her entire face aflame as he went on and on about how much he loved her and how cute she was when she was blushing and stuttering. How he wanted to just eat her up, but would chop the hands off of any men who came within a four foot radius of her.

It became apparent to Hinata then, he was drunk.

They hadn't even had dinner yet, but he had probably spent the afternoon in the bar, and a soft look around the apartment told her, that yes the boys did go to the bar. Chouji was laughing a little too loud, Naruto singing loudly as he 'serenaded' Sakura, who then grabbed the pan from the drying rack and smacked him over the head. Even Hinata couldn't hold back the unladylike snort that spilled from her lips, slapping her hands over her mouth as she buried herself in the preparations. The food flooded the area, and there was soft sweat on her brow from the heat, her sister talking adamantly behind her, hair pulled into twin ribbons, at the side of her neck. She had timidly asked Hinata if they looked alright on her, and Hinata could not lie: the looked adorable. It became clear to her when Konohamaru showed up, a small smile on her face, that there was a reason Hanabi was so suddenly interested in her appearance. Even their old teacher showed up, Kurenai-sensei. Asuma and Kurenai's daughter, Mirai, was getting big, nearly six now and entering the academy. Konohamaru adorned his baby cousin, picking her up and swaying her from side to side as she laughed maniacally, hair short and messy.

Hinata believed, he would make a good father, seeing him interact with his cousin, giving the mother a well needed break. She had begun to work at the Human Resources tower, and now she was back to wearing clothes that fit a civilian woman, even if she was a high ranking jounin, she liked to be laid back. Kurenai helped Hinata bring all of the food out on hot plates, Sakura stirring the hot pot and set a small open fire so they could cook their own meat. Hinata was the last to sit down, having been getting everybody drinks, and she had a soft smile on her face.

She wasn't as shy as she used to be, but it was still there.

Everyone said their thanks for the food and dug in, explaining how wonderful Hinata's cooking was, and Naruto even had the gale to say it was better than Sakura's. He held her down to stop her from getting the pan again. Hanabi talked animatedly about trivial things to Konohamaru, whose undivided attention was all on the girl. Hinata sat with Mirai in her lap, the girl loved Hinata, and she could understand why, Hinata was good with children.

Life was good to them all.

:~:

After dinner was done, people had left Hinata's small apartment, leaving the girl to clean up by herself as the last people trickled out. She didn't mind too much, it was worth having everyone together once more. She turned on her music, and with renounced energy, she moved about her apartment, dancing as she pulled her long hair up in a messy ponytail, swaying wide hips from side to side. The melody was nice, they were the kind of songs that no one would imagine Hinata listening to, with suggestive and fast paced lyrics. She only listened to them when she was alone, but they made her happy. Like she had a dark secret side that no one knew of, even Kiba and Shino, it made her feel good about herself. Like when people did things, dangerous and questionable things, because it made them feel alive. Most girls, damn, every girl her age, all of her friends included, talked often of the sex that they always had, and Hinata just shrugged.

She was sure she would faint if she ever found someone to do something so intimate with.

When there was shuffling in the living room, she snapped her head to the direction, going to check it out. What she saw, didn't prepare her at all, and her face went red in mortification. Sasuke Uchiha was looking through her CD collection, and from her position, she could see the small smirk on his lips. She gasped in horror, rushing past him to slam her hand into the stereo, shutting the music off with a terrified look on her face. "Never took you to listen to this kind of music, Hyuuga."

And in those moments, her gaze was hostile, eyes the size of two moons staring back into the abyss of starlight. "If you tell a soul, I will kill you."

Hinata wasn't so shy anymore.

21/12/14

edit: 7/1/15

:Haruka:

So tell me you love me

Only for the night

Even though you don't love me

Just tell me you love me

I'll give you all of me

Even though you don't love me

Art: Carrotcakebandit