Summary:

The eyes of the Hyuuga are as cold and glittering as the iced-over snowflakes. Are their minds, their hearts, their souls any different? [AU] [Non-Chronological Linked Drabbles]

General Disclaimer For The Entire Story:

I don't own Naruto. If I did, I'd have given Deidara more screentime, because he is awesome and a pyromaniac and thus doubly awesome. In fact, he's 120% awesomer, you could say. Oh, and the cover picture isn't mine, either. Should I change it? (Does anybody actually read this disclaimer?)


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(in which hinata is indisputably boss)

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[Age 9]

"I won't let you steal Hina-chan!" Naruto boldly declared, complete with a finger pointing aggressively at his darker-colored counterpart, dramatic stance and all.

Sasuke raised an eyebrow the merest fraction of an inch.

"Hn," clearly outlined his contemptuous feelings towards that particular statement.

"Dobe," he added after an appropriately silent beat, just to rile the other up further.

Both froze up, sudden and swift, toppling over without aplomb.

"Petty," Hinata herself coolly decided, gliding past with arms dropping back to her sides, from where they had neatly jabbed the appropriate pressure points in the boy she saw as a student/ward, and the boy she saw as a training partner.

Paralyzed, Naruto mentally pouted at the assessment of his 'nee-chan', and Sasuke mentally scowled at being caught calling the dobe a dobe.

His sparring partner was surprisingly touchy about that; surprisingly touchy, as in she actually frowned at him the first time and had very formally requested him to 'cease and desist in referring to Uzumaki in that manner'.

Very formal language meant she was either pissed, uncomfortable, or attending to Clan matters.

(Otherwise, she was just 'formal', without the 'very', and occasionally even edged into simply 'polite' territory.)

With some dismay and equal aching, Sasuke realized that her being (secretly and silently and oh-so-quite-nicely) pissed meant his bruises from today's afternoon sparring were guaranteed to increase at least 61.938%.

Once Hinata turned the corner of the Academy Building and disappeared from sight, Naruto (with his suspiciously fantastic healing abilities) managed to shake off the paralysis enough to stick out his tongue tauntingly at his self-declared rival.

"Ah! Eeh ah-oh ah eu oo! Eh-ee, uh?"

Translation: "Hah! She also got you too! Petty, huh?"

Sasuke glared with searing heat, which had about as much of an effect on Naruto as it did on Hinata.

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(Narutomon's Ability: Oblivious Goodwill = Repels Mood Effects with a High Chance, Raises the Mood of All Allies by a High Percentage, and Gives a High Boost to ActiveSkill: Talk no Jutsu/Come to the Good Side, We Have Ramen (TJ/CGSWHR)!

[Skill of TJ/CGSWHR can convert one Enemy into an Ally with a High Chance. Side Effect: Prevents Fatal Damage being taken in the duration of the Skill.]

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Hinatamon's Ability: Sub-Zero Drive = Repels Mood Effects with a High Chance, Raises the Determination of All Allies by an Unfixed Percentage, and Gives a High Boost to Passive Skill: Persistent Motivation (PM)!

[Skill of PM can increase the amount of Training Points gained by a High Percentage, decrease the price of Learning a New Skill by a High Percentage, and increase certain Stats by an Impressive Amount. Side Effect:Sympathy is decreased, minimum Rest is decreased, Restlessness will increase if not Active for more than an hour Awake.])

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For the next hour until Hinata returned to revive them shortly before the schoolday began, the two traded virulent death-looks and vowel-only muffled death-threats with drying (open) mouths, although Naruto's mobility grew into something resembling coherence and movable fingers.

At least their eyelids weren't included in the paralysis.

They slid (Hinata), stalked (Sasuke), and stumped (Naruto) into class, the fairer sex among them affecting a serene appearance, and the duo left looking vaguely dusty and ruffled.

('Gorgeously, smexily smoldering' quoted the rabid fangirls that day, who squee'd their very best [or worst, depending on one's point of view] that day for their 'Sasuke-kun', who broke into a quick, scrappy scuffle with 'the disgusting stupid Naruto' at lunchbreak, which he 'triumphantly rose victorious', of course, but then was 'unfairly ousted from his rightful position by 'that nasty scary Hyuuga' [that is, completely and totally demolished, obliterated, whichever way you prefer to word his utter defeat] in the afternoon Academy spars.

Then 'that nasty scary Hyuuga' turned around and Stared at them with the Blank Chalky Eyes of Doom and Despairâ„¢ [because, naturally, Hyuuga eyes looked into your mind and erased your heart and sucked out your soul into the neverending spiraling abyss of snowy ice and icy tears], and all the rabid fangirls shut up very quickly and reverted back into the relatively harmless Studentmon: Ability: Redshirt Fillers =Passive Skill: Unimportant Background (UB).

It was, Sasuke mused, almost worth suffering bruises-on-bruises-on-bruises-on-wounds later, in order to relish in that hushed quiet and lack of fangirls trailing him home as he desperately [and uselessly, in the face of their immense effort] evaded them.)


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Comic relief. Shameless comic relief.

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