Here are the next set... sorry I took so long!
Drabble 3: It's you!
Hinata was at the supermarket.
That much was certain.
She couldn't concentrate on much else.
"Why are we in the cereal aisle again?" Sasuke asked, his warm breath whooshing over the shell of her ear. "This is the third time here... don't you like the ones we have already?" Hinata shivered a little at his closeness.
She couldn't live like this!
After her and Sasuke's reunion, the Team 7 member had been clingy, stuck at her hip, and hovering over her every movement... and the pathetic thing was that she liked it. She liked the way his warmth always seemed to be at her arm and back. She liked the way his voice was always so close when he spoke. She liked that he always seemed to be within ten meters of her ever since they got back together.
Hinata blinked unseeingly at the rows of cereal boxes, trying to figure out what she was doing there. Sasuke shifted a little behind her, reaching a hand over her shoulder to lift a box off the shelf.
"What about this one, then? It has those fruit stuff that you like… Maybe if we put back the other one and take this one instead we can finally move to the meat section?"
Hinata blinked. If she went to the bathroom, he'd wait outside the door, and whenever she mentioned his perpetual presence to him, he would just level a blank stare at her and ask her what she was talking about... or tell her he had to make up for lost time.
All this Hinata did not mind at all... it was just... his presence was very disconcerting.
Very disconcerting.
Which was why she was back in the cereal aisle again. Seriously, the man had an air about him... or was it the way he looked at her? Whatever. It just made it hard to think. Hinata didn't know if she got anything done in the past week that they had been back together for this very reason. Her mind was always wandering to other things… concerning him… that she wanted to do.
Household chores were a no go. Even though he helped, Hinata found herself increasingly distracted with his physique as he moved... argh!
"Um..." she mumbled absently, some four or five seconds after he had asked his question. "I..." She didn't remember what question he had asked in the first place. Because he was standing too close. This had to stop… or… or maybe keep going.
"Hinata?" Sasuke asked, coming round to face her. He looked worried. "Is there a problem? You've been acting strangely lately. What's wrong?" She was strange? He was strange! How did he expect her thoughts to stay on track when he looked, smelled and sounded like he did… and with him staying so Kami-forsaken close to her? Hinata felt her face heat almost uncomfortably. She felt herself grow dumb under his obsidian gaze, and sputtered helplessly before two words… the only two words that she could think at the moment… burst from her lips.
"I-It's you!"
Drabble 4: The Ever Elusive Sleep
Sleep. Finally, he could sleep. The twins were finally in bed, finally resting... the house was finally clean, and he could sleep. Kami knew he needed it.
The warmth of the mattress enveloped Fugaku as he sunk onto it with a sigh of sheer pleasure. Oh, it was the perfect softness... the perfect firmness... it was just perfect, and he was so very tired.
Thoughts ceased to form in Fugaku's mind as his eyes slid shut, and he relaxed completely, willing the mattress to take away, if only for a moment, the stress with his wife and second son. Yes, Sasuke was coming around! His singer son had finally spoken to him yesterday, even if it was only to ask when the twins would be back at his place.
But then there was Mikoto. She didn't even know that Sasuke was the one that had the kids and not the daycare centre, and it was a lovely thing that the woman at the daycare had been enough of a Team 7 fan to keep the secret hidden. Now his lovely wife seemed set on finding out where he was going so very often... and Fugaku couldn't tell her that he was going to see Sasuke... because frankly, he didn't want her to ruin it all. So for now it had to stay hidden.
But enough of that. Enough stress.
For now, sleep. Sleep, sleep, sleep. And now, he was drifting off... drifting away... and there was no consciousness. Almost no consciousness. There was something sticking into his side.
Fugaku brushed it away with his fingers, smiling a little as his head found that perfect place in the pillows... but the thing he brushed away came back. Poking, poking. An annoyed rumble sounded in Fugaku's chest. What was that? And why was it back?
"'Tou-san." And there he had it. Aoi. One of Fugaku's eyes slid open and he peered at his youngest son... who was staring at him with solemn black eyes.
"Hmmm?" Fugaku tried, but the sound was a pathetic croak that screamed his exhaustion.
"I want to see Onii-san... please..." Fugaku nearly screamed in frustration. He'd asked Aoi and Akira before if they wanted to go see Sasuke - so he could sleep in peace - but when Akira had said " 'nother day, Otou-san", Aoi had seconded her a few seconds later.
"I asked you before if you wanted to go and you said another day, Aoi," Fugaku growled tiredly, his eyes sliding shut. Aoi blinked slowly, his small face serious. He poked Fugaku's cheek gently, but persistently, until the man pried his eyes open again.
"...'Tou-san... I want to see Sasuke-kun now..." Aoi stated, making intense eye contact with his father. Damn, but that child could stare. Fugaku blinked and blindly reached for his phone. He dialled Sasuke's number without even looking.
"Sasuke?" he asked when his son answered. "Come pick up Aoi."
Twenty minutes later, Sasuke had come and gone, and Fugaku could finally sleep. He was almost there... blessed sleep at his fingertips... when the bed moved. What now? He opened an eye.
"'Tou-san... Where is Aoi-kun?"
Akira. Fugaku groaned.
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