50 prompts
a/n: If I owned the show, Lee and Gai would both have their respective Happily Ever Afters while Kakashi would be doomed to a pornless life.
Not beta'd, please excuse mistakes. :'I
#22 – Jealousy
Hinata had always been inferior to her in every way and form, her father and the elders were constantly reminding her of this. This was ingrained into her at a young age as the two girls would constantly be pitted against one another. So understandably Hanabi couldn't fathom why her heart would lurch when she saw her sister's laughing face (she never even smiled at home) caused by some comment Moegi made or whenever the Branch members (she was always too familiar with them for an heiress) would casually comment on how she was her mother's daughter. (Hanabi was always Hiashi's daughter, all hard edges and steel. Never her mother's) She wasn't sure she wanted to know what to call this emotion, but somehow she knew it didn't befit a Hyuuga.
#23 – Hands
Calloused, bruised, and scarred, the very skin covering Tenten's fingers are telltales of her profession and infamous skill. Senbons, kunais, shurikens, naginatas, they all fit naturally between her fingers, but this…this thing… felt so unnatural and binding(Like a cage, she humorously thinks). The brunette holds her hand away from her body and ponders if engagement rings can be worn anywhere else
#36 – Market
Emerald green eyes survey a bustling crowd. They fall on women struggling to teach their young daughters the art of haggling with a particularly stubborn vendor, teenage girls flock to the latest clothing stands and young boys play fight in the middle of the street while their elder counterparts set up booths. It's a seemingly simple, happy and peaceful existence. How easy it would be to walk into the crowd and simply disappear. A faint smile appears on pale features and pink locks shake this way and that way knowing that such thoughts are delusional. She has already seen far too much to stop now.
#39 – Smile
He comes everyday with a story to tell of a latest conquest or failure. (More often than not it's the latter with promises of future success.) Bright blue eyes and untamable blonde hair have become a constant fixture in her life since she can remember. On some days, and these occur more often than she'd like, he arrives with a large grin that doesn't quite reach his tearless eyes. (The darkest depths of deception that lie within them don't go unnoticed.) Heart aching, she can do nothing more than offer an ear to lend and sympathetic smiles to the boy who's been hurt so much, hoping they serve as some comfort to battered soul. ("Sis, you always look so happy to be serving ramen!" "No, I'm just happy to see you.") Years pass by slowly, more and more time occurs between his frequents and one day he returns as a man of powerful standing. There aren't many words exchanged between the two of them but then again, there was never any real need. Their actions speak louder than any words can. Pride wells in her chest to see him wearing the ceremonial robes of Hokage and she offers him the most meaningful (I') smile she can muster and serves him a large bowl with an extra helping of beef. In return, he offers one of his own (thankyousomuchIcouldn'thavedoneitwithoutyouthankyouthankyou) cocky grins.
#40 – Innocence
A chakra laced palm struck directly on the man's sternum, shattering it and sending ribs to pierce his heart and lungs. Before she could think about her first kill (oh but how it would haunt her later on) another man's spine needed to be snapped, the sickeningly loud sound of crunching bones did nothing to deter her from her next victim. Her teammates needed her now, they need her to be strong and unrelenting, she'll be damned if she lets something like this stop her now. She can worry later about what she's lost for them.
#41 – Completion
Green eyes linger a boy and a girl arguing whilst a pearl eyed boy looks on with a feigned disinterest. Somewhere inside, a heart clenches. A pink head turns in the direction of a second generation of lifelong friends talking about going out to eat barbeque together at "the usual place." Somewhere outside, a fist clenches. Pale hands methodically wrap a fresh bandage around the arm of a boy with dark glasses. His team (his family), teeter outside the door and wrap him in embraces when news of the cured ailment reaches them. The door closes shut. Somewhere, a tear falls. A figure clad in red and white watches as three bloodied, bruised, and utterly damaged men get rolled into the hospital. Through painful injections, stitches, and healing, a brunette, a blonde, and a silver haired man send discreet smiles her way.
Everywhere the world begins to sing.
#44 – Heaven
Good days consists of being drenched in sweat and so exhausted that it hurts to breathe. Great days involve the same things, only there's a ghost of a smile on Neji's face and the Lee's grin is even more blinding than usual.
#46 – Sun
She is so much like the sun, silky blonde locks only serve to confirm this. With eyes that are so blueblueblue(they can only belong to the sky) and a radiant personality, Hinata doesn't stand too close to Ino in fear of going blind.
#49 – Hair
In a swift and simple motion, razor sharp scissors send ebony locks cascading onto the wooden floor. Pearl eyes solemnly study the handiwork through a vanity mirror and Hinata fleetingly wonders if she'll ever be allowed to grow her hair out like the rest of the clan. Somewhere deep down she hopes the answer is a 'no,' she's not sure whether she can handle truly being a Hyuuga.
#34 - Lightning/Thunder
It didn't occur to the blonde until their first practice before the second Chuunin exam, that Sakura had truly changed(grownevolvedblossomed). There was something in the way she clenched her tiny little fists, in the steely look in her emeralds, in the perfectly erect posture that said she would no longer be second best. There was something different that said she wouldn't be content to be on the sidelines anymore. Something small in Ino died when she realized Sakura would no longer be trailing after her anymore, begging for her approval, but something much greater swelled within her chest as the sight of her changed friend.
Something big was happening with Sakura, and like hell she was going to let herself fall behind forehead. There was some growing to be done, and she was the one to do it.
Thunder always comes after lightning…
a/n: Yes I totally stole that from Cars.