Summary:

They like to believe that their eyes are diamonds; hard, precious, birthed through generations of pressure. They're wrong. Their eyes are glass; brittle, fragile, created from common sand through seconds of intense heat. Glass breaks, glass cuts, glass shows reflections that they don't want to acknowledge. Reflections of others... and reflections of themselves. [AU] [Hinted SasuHina] [Non-Chronological Linked Drabbles]

General Disclaimer For The Entire Story:

I don't own Naruto. If I did, I'd have drawn out a very helpfully annotated map of where everything is in Konoha. If there are little-used canon!characters, there should be little-mentioned canon!places, so fanfiction authors can use those like they elaborate on the L-UCC. The cover picture isn't mine, either.


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(creation of legends begins with a bloom, not a burst or a bang)

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[Age 6]

It is faintly dazzling, awe-some.

The Uzumaki grins up at her with a smile full of sharp teeth and those beautiful eyes brimming with excitement-hope-laughter-joy-dreams-creation, his too-small hands clutching a strip of silk, inky swirls slipping through his fingers.

Many seals have been made before, and his Clan was notorious for their affinity with seals, but it still provokes a measure of reverence in her when her pet-project of sorts presents her with a self-made seal, tested and true.

He's making history, he is, and it was partly that aura of something-greater-destined-better that had drawn her to him in the first place.

Uzumaki's making history, not yet out of the Academy, and Hinata has a front-row seat to it.

Her larger hand accepts his offering, her longer fingers gently tracing the sure strokes.

Teaching him proper calligraphy and steering him onto the road of fuuinjutsu had been worth it; Uzumaki had been beyond delighted to hear of his extinct Clan.

"What does it do?" she asks.

He grins wider, she twitches her lips in faint fondness, and it all spirals from there.


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Short drabble is short. Also, a real drabble.

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