Random collection of prompts, one shots, and drabbles for SasuHina. I recently got back into the whole Naruto universe, so sorry if I make mistakes on accuracy. Most, if not all of these, will be in-verse. Thanks for reading & enjoy :) . Also I don't really care for hate comment, I find it pretty sad tbh.
Prompt : "I got you something"
First position, feet pointed outward. Second position, feet apart. Third position, back together. Fourth position, legs crossed. Fifth position, final stance.
A small doe-eyed Hinata watched as her mother practiced what she would tell Hinata, "her little hobby". She stared at her mom who was wearing a black leotard, her long hair now in a tight hair-bun as she practiced her stances and spins. Hinata just like always … in awe. 'One day I wanna be just like mama' she'd think to herself.
"Mama, can I play the music now?" Hinata asked, radiating excitement in her voice. Her mother stopped what she was doing, flashed a small smile to her daughter., and then proceeded in grabbing her music box from the shelf that Hinata could never reach. With the small, but fragile box in her hands, she crouched down to Hinata and gently placed the box in front of her.
"Whenever you're ready Hinata," she said, "but remember, don't wind it too fast." Hinata eagerly nodded, as she was ready to not only hear, but see her mother perform.
Hinata stared at the heart-shaped crystal box, her favorite feature of the box was of course what she called the "pretty ballerina" who was made of porcelain and would spin once the music began to play. She wasn't sure why, but somehow the ballerina looked just like her mom, and to Hinata that made the tiny little ballerina much more beautiful.
She slowly began to wind the frail handle ready to see her favorite ballerina spin once again.
At the age of five, her favorite ballerina was now gone, and at least once a day she'd wind the music box as it brought her a sense of comfort watching the small ballerina slowly spin, but soon enough the ballerina was no longer going to spin…
"Onee-san can I wind your box?" Hanabi asked one day, right as Hinata was placing the box back onto the highest shelf. Hinata felt a mixture of guilt and selfishness overcome her, pretending she didn't hear her younger sister. "Onee-san please, I just want to try it one time," Hanabi began to plead, "just one time I promise. Pleaseeee."
"M-maybe later Hanabi when I'm b-back from training," Hinata gave a small smile to her sister before walking outside. Hanabi crossed her arms and went back into her room, but not before mumbling something about getting that box.
Hours later when Hinata came back she gasped at the view in front of her. There Hanabi was, barely keeping balance on a stack of books that could help her reach the shelf where the music box was placed.
"Hanabi! Get down, you're gonna hurt yourself," but in reality what Hinata was really focused on was the music box which was being loosely grazed by Hanabi's small fingers, clearly out of her reach.
"No! If you're not gonna let me wind the box then I'll get it myself!" Hanabi said with a determined look on her face. She continued to try and reach the box, standing on her tiptoes, and with one final stretch was finally able to grab the box.
A look of victory was now on Hanabi's face, but her celebration would be short lived. Her excitement had led to her loss of balance, and before she knew it, the stacks of books began to wobble under feet.
It happened in the blink of an eye, but to Hinata it felt like everything was going in slow motion, as if the box was in the air for several minutes. Hinata jumped to the floor in an attempt to catch the music box before it hit the ground, but it was too late. The once beautiful porcelain ballerina was now nothing but shards mixed with several pieces of broken glass. Hinata didn't pick herself up from the floor, but just merely stared at the pieces of glass.
"O-onee-san I'm s-so sorry," Hanabi slowly began to cry, but all Hinata could focus on was on the pieces of what once remained.
At the age of 10, Hinata could no longer see her favorite ballerina spin ever again.
10 years later
She couldn't describe how it happened, it somehow just did. From strangers, to acquaintances, to friends, and now to whatever they were which certainly didn't fall under the label "just friends". There was a sense of comfort in each other's presence, a mutual feeling for one another. It was unspoken, but it was there nonetheless, and for some odd reason it seemed as if things worked out better that way.
He'd accompany her to her shopping trips, listen to her stories, comments, complaints, and everything she could talk about in the durations of their walk, and yet somehow he never grew tired of her. After a while he even noticed that she'd stop stuttering around him at least, as she was still working on not stuttering at the presence of others. She was comfortable with him.
Of course there would be days where he simply wouldn't be in the mood to do much talking, and for that reason she never really expects a reply, just an acknowledgment that he's listening. His simple "Hn" always sufficed. It was what seemed to be any other day, at least for the time being.
"I've tried everything to remove that stai-," Sasuke looked at Hinata who had suddenly stopped in her tracks, her attention no longer on what she was talking about, mouth now slightly agape.
There it was. She couldn't believe it. She walked closer to the shopping window, trying to register what she was seeing. A feeling of nostalgia and a flood of memories that she had long forgotten were now suddenly recollected. Sasuke simply followed her to the display window of the antique shop, slightly confused at what had her in a mixture of both shock and awe.
As they stood there, all she could do was just stare. It looked exactly like it. Of course she knew it could never be the one, but just seeing an almost exact duplicate was amazing.
"A music box?" he asked, breaking the silence, as she turned to him and gave him a close eyed smile.
"When I was younger, before my mom passed away, she would let me watch her practice ballet. I remember always winding her music box and just thinking to myself just how beautiful my mom was. When she passed, watching the ballerina spin to the music was I guess you can say, a way of having her still with me," Hinata's eyes began to well up with tears, "for years I'd wind it as a way of remembering her, but," she sighed as she recalled the day the box was shattered into pieces "one day Hanabi accidentally broke it. Of course I forgave her for the accident, but-" Hinata's voice began to shake as a tear rolled down her eye.
She felt a hand on her shoulder.
"I try my best you know … to remember her. For a while after it broke I was scared that I'd forget her, that she would just become a figment of my own imagination. Of course that's not the case, but I don't know, just seeing this box, believe me it's almost perfect to the one she had." She wiped her tears away, and grabbed Sasuke's hand leading him inside into the antique shop where the music box was placed.
The antique shop was not only cramped with several items, and had a stuffy smell to it. Sasuke noted that there was an attempt at a renovation, but was clearly a failed one. The display window seemed to be a mere coy for the dusty old shop.
"Hello there! How can I help you two today?" A short old man asked, popping out of one of the many rows of shelves in the shop. Hinata and Sasuke assumed that he must've been the owner of the cramped shop.
Hinata smiled and politely greeted him, "H-hello there sir, I'm here to a-ask you about the m-music box you hav-"
"Not for sale," the man rudely interrupted, a scowl now plastered on his face.
"B-b-bu-" Hinata was now shocked and confused.
"You heard me lady. Not for sale," the man began to signal for both of them to leave which further irritated an already annoyed Sasuke.
"Then why have it on display?" Sasuke asked, as he narrowed his eyes at the old man.
"It's an attention grabber, display only. There's a sticker on the corner of the window, if you would've bothered to look for a couple of more seconds then you wouldn't had come in here asking such stupid questions. Now I'm sure there are many other things here that you'd like to buy," the man grabbed an old, and not to mention creepy, doll from the shelf next to him, "how about thi-" It was now the old man's turn to be interrupted.
"She clearly doesn't want an ugly raggedy doll. She wants the music box," Sasuke was getting irritated by the old man's antics. Hinata, not wanting things to escalate things any further, tugged on Sasuke's sleeve as if signalling him to stand down.
"T-thank you sir," like the kind person she was, she gave the man a genuine smile before leaving which resulted in Sasuke rolling his eyes. He was peeved at the fact that Hinata continued to let people push her around and by an old man nonetheless.
"You brats, always coming in here expecting your way of things," the old man mumbled to himself as they walked out of the shop.
As Hinata and Sasuke walked back to his place, there was a brief silence between the two of them. "Like I was saying earlier, that stain is just not budgin-" Hinata was quickly silenced.
"You should've fought for the box Hinata," Sasuke's annoyance still showing, "you just let that man walk all over you." Sasuke sighed. She remained silent for a couple minutes, deciding that it was best to let his temper die down before commenting her thoughts on the situation.
"I can't force the man to sell his box Sasuke, it is his box," and with that they continued to walk in silence as Hinata glanced at Sasuke who seemed lost in his own thoughts.
2 weeks later
It was any other Tuesday night in Sasuke's apartment, the scent of lavender lingering in the air. Hinata was attempting to further her skills in baking, a way of preoccupying her mind as she waited for Sasuke to return from his meeting with the Hokage.
Eggs, flour. sugar. baking powder. almond, and last but not least carrot. She hummed a tune as she began to mix her ingredients, excited for the carrot cake that would be in her mouth in about an hour. In her excitement she failed to notice Sasuke was right behind her, giving a small shriek when she noticed him.
"I got you something," he said. Hinata raised a finger to her lips, genuinely confused as to what it could be considering it was just any other Tuesday, but before she could ask any questions, he asked her to close her eyes to which she complied. He then grabbed her hand and guided her to the living room, making her sit on the couch. She heard the sound of something being placed on the coffee table.
"Open them," he said, and when she did she saw a wrapped box in front of her, Sasuke simply stared at her waiting for her to unwrap it.
When she first picked up the box she began to examine it, making a mental note to teach him how to properly wrap gifts in the future, which she couldn't but chuckle at the idea. She then noticed the small note attached to it which read, "A mother's love is always with her children.", Hinata gave Sasuke a confused look. "Just open it Hinata," he said playfully rolling his eyes.
She proceeded in opening the box and when she saw what it was, tears began to form in her eyes.
There it was… the music box.
"B-but h-how?" a giant smile now plastered on her face.
"I pulled some strings," A small smirk was now on his face, which Hinata couldn't help but give him a suspicious look, "don't worry Hinata, no one was harmed." She chuckled at his comment as her attention went back to the box.
Slowly she began to wind the box, and for a small everlasting moment she felt like the little girl she once was watching her mother practice ballet.
Turning back to Sasuke, she couldn't help but wrap her arms around him, and though hesitant at first he wrapped his arm around her as well.
"Thank you Sasuke," she whispered to his ear, as this was not only the greatest but the most thoughtful gift she had ever received.
Though content with her gift, Hinata still couldn't help but wonder how Sasuke managed to get the music box, and so the next day she paid the old man a visit.
"If it isn't you again. What do you want now, young lady? Didn't that boyfriend of yours give you what you want already," he said scoffing.
"W-well I just wanted to know why the change of heart," she said, "you seemed so sure about not selling it." The old man gave a small chuckle.
"Because that boyfriend of yours gave me something that's going to be worth much more in the future I'll tell you that little girl," he muttered as he walked away from Hinata leaving her with even more questions, but decided not to pry any more.
As she left the store, she couldn't help but linger outside, noticing that the display window was now completely empty. Minutes later she saw that the old man was now placing something new in the area, what seemed to be a long case. It wasn't until he opened the box that everything seemed to make sense.
There it was in it's pristine condition, and under in a marble engraved plaque read, "Sasuke Uchiha's Sword used in the final battles of the Fourth Shinobi World War saving both mankind and the shinobi world."
Okay I know Sasuke's sword got destroyed in the war or something like that, but I couldn't come up with something as valuable as that so just go along with it LOL. I didn't expect this to come out that long either, lowkey feeling iffy about this. The idea seemed a lot better in my head.