Prompt: Fairy

Notes: I am exhausted. I didn't even think I'd be back. Bruh, it's been hard, life and shit. But, here I am, and it's awful. There was so much more I wanted to explore with this prompt, but I want to get at least five more chapters out before the next SH month, so...there'll probably be a part II.

Thanks for your support guys! Nice reviews are pretty fucking motivating. Also, I'm working on a prompt of them falling in love as requested anonymously, I see you anon.

"Teme!"

Sasuke eyed the blonde out of the corner of his eye with obvious annoyance. Unfortunately for him, taking hints was something Naruto didn't much care for.

"I said that I heard you quit soccer!" Naruto spoke at a headache-inducing volume, that didn't exactly inspire the requisite to give him a response. "And why don't you just fucking listen the first time?"

"None of that's your damn business." Sasuke rolled his eyes, then landed his attention on the other side of the classroom, once again Naruto's voice phased into background noise and he could perfectly focus on his muse. He became attentive to the pencil in his hands and drew curved lines.

"…eally good. Who is it?"

"What?"

Naruto sighed exasperatedly, dramatically slapping his forehead, "You need to learn people skills, man."

Sasuke shot him a glare.

"No. I'm trying to ignore you." He paused then looked away from his friend's disgruntled expression, feeling equally disgruntled. Not that he had these so-called 'people skills'. That was a trait he thought akin to the people themselves; moronic. Of course, Itachi called him 'such a child' for this line of thought and so perhaps he needed to work on it. The thought was fleeting and immediately rejected, as that would make Naruto right and him wrong – and he would sooner give up his title as an Uchiha than admit to that.

"Uh huh. Who are you drawing?" Naruto repeated, wilfully ignoring that his presence was unwanted. It made Sasuke grit his teeth.

"I already said it was none of your business, retard." he snapped, and began scrunching up the piece of paper and throwing it away, unwilling to let Naruto know of his little project. It landed directly in the bin, and this was a feat that deserved applause – to the dark-haired boy at least. Naruto looked utterly perplexed.

"What ya do that for, you weirdo?! It was good!" Naruto almost looked at Sasuke as if he were worried. As if he wondering if he would ever find a place in society as an average human being. And the answer was plain as day; no. He was an Uchiha, and Uchihas' were elegant, high-ranking and rich –an impressive stretch from average.

Sasuke snorted and looked away. "Shut up, you're too loud idiot."

"Whatever, weirdo. I'm going to see what Sakura's doing before class. Later." Throwing one last withering look, he stood up.

Naruto almost seemed the least bit upset, and Sasuke would admit he was a bit distracted with their latest exchange, but his friend never took anything to heart. He couldn't fathom why Naruto's light was dimmer than usual, nevertheless he wanted peace and so he kept quiet.

As Naruto stalked out of the classroom, the Uchiha refrained from picking his pencil up again. Any further drawing would take place after school, because he couldn't get anything right while his muse sat on the other side of the classroom. Coincidentally, she was in the art club as well. That was when she'd first caught his eye; she'd also only joined this year.

When his eyes wandered over to where she was still sitting, politely nodding and smiling to a boy whom he'd heard from other students was her cousin. They had the same eyes, both a stark white and seemingly without pupils. They both shone next to each other. People said they acted like 'more than cousins', whatever that meant. Sasuke wondered if he had any reason to be jealous.

Dark, scrutinizing eyes set on the male Hyuuga. In his third year, he was a year older and very often around his cousin. The rumours didn't exactly rest accurately on Sasuke's tongue, but he wasn't fond of the amount of time the 'cousins' spent together. Perhaps they were something more?

Sasuke shook his head at the silly thought and inwardly cursed his forwardness. They got along well most likely because they'd grown up together, jumping to conclusions was surely the most gossipmonger-esque route to take.

But – he couldn't deny that the Hyuuga's were too close for his liking. Watching them made his stomach turn in disappointed knots. Even though this was just a heady rumour, it wasn't a foreign concept that rumours sprung from some sort of truth. He hadn't really batted an eye at gossip – ever before. But he still felt defeated when he looked at the cousins' and their relationship, and he wasn't entirely ready to admit why.

His black eyes were staring, unabashedly and unhindered in his thought patterns and inner arguments, but in the minutes that his gaze was on her, the female Hyuuga turned to face him, and looked him straight in the eye. There was a minute, a moment in which innocent mortification ran down Sasuke's spine. In the split second it took for her to realize that she was being stared at, she immediately turned back to her cousin with fuming cheeks. It left him…unsettled.

He'd been approached many-a-time by girls. Girls like Karin and Ino would flirt and before dating Naruto, Sakura made it all too obvious while still trying to be subtle, but in the end he knew where he stood with them, he'd even dated Karin.

He didn't know anything about Hinata, he couldn't really tell anything about her other than she kept to herself and seemed highly conservative with the way she wore her uniform. She was a mere acquaintance to him at most, so it was obvious that he wouldn't know much more than the surface he'd thoroughly observed. He wouldn't know if she liked him… or anyone for that matter.

Sasuke inhaled sharply and turned his attention outside. He never really knew how much the thought appealed to him. He'd never really gotten past that he liked her. But the more he thought about it, the more his mind drifted in that direction. If she'd looked in his direction had she seen what other girls saw and fallen for him the same way? He prayed she wasn't as shallow as the other girls who called that 'love', but it wouldn't hurt if she was at least attracted to him. He was most definitely attracted to her.

She'd taken her jersey off once (a rare sight, even in sports uniform), which made her curves far more noticeable in the dip of her waist to her hips that were far broader than Karin's. And her jersey, wasn't entirely big enough to hide the size of her chest, though it wasn't plain as day, it was noticeable because he paid attention. Her thighs weren't as thin as Sakura's, and they were shapely as well from what he could see. She might've been involved in a sports club of some sort in the previous years, but she hadn't been in his class and so he didn't know. However it wasn't only her appearance, it was her mannerisms. She held a certain poise about her that radiated when she didn't try, she looked grounded and

It honestly humiliated him that he'd paid so much attention to her, and today was probably the first that she'd glanced at him. However, this made him want to slap himself. He was an artist, and she his model. She made him feel ordinary in his own shoes. Their relationship – though one-sided – was purely of the professional kind. Nothing to be embarrassed about.

The rest of day went about as smoothly as it could when he felt like ripping his hair out with the way Naruto cooed about Sakura. Yes, she was pretty. Yes, her eyes shone like perfectly cut emeralds under the moonlight – not that Sasuke would know, he'd never seen her past five. And, yes, he couldn't believe she – or anyone – would date Naruto.

Sasuke thought Sakura's doting was irritating, but Naruto's made him homicidal. He couldn't wait for Art.

Wednesdays were never Hinata's favourite day, as she had cello practice as well as art club.

But this particular Wednesday didn't seem so bad. She hadn't gotten too much homework, her cello teacher had something else to do so she could practice alone, and she was almost done with her contribution to the art festival and so she just had to finish that up.

She thought this Wednesday wouldn't be so bad. On the contrary she'd completely forgotten about her sister's first Kendo tournament, and subsequently would not have as much free time as she'd thought. However, although this disappointed her to great lengths, she was a Hyuuga, and she would make it work.

Hanabi was a natural, winning in all of her matches. Afterward Hinata congratulated her, but excused herself because she had to get to school so that she could get her art project. This wasn't on the way home, and she didn't want to inconvenience her father so she would walk back. Neji's kind offer to walk with her was politely declined, because Hinata loved him but she was rarely alone and would've enjoyed the solace of walking alone.

Upon arrival at school she hurried to the room that hosted the art club. Everybody would probably have left by now, or at least, that's what she thought. But the door clicked open easily and the curtains weren't drawn – the stoic face of Uchiha Sasuke greeted her. She was unsure how to feel about that and he looked equally surprised before his expression fell back into that of stoicism.

"A-ah…Hello, Uchiha-san," she looked over, expecting to be greeted back, but the boy only looked at her, as if analysing something.

Her smile was sincere and she got to doing what she'd come for, in turn Sasuke tuned back to his own work. Hinata took a few steps until she caught a glimpse of what he was working on. Interested, she scanned the drawing of a beautiful woman, with long hair, a fringe and sparkling eyes. She had wings that were about the same length as her body, and absolutely stunning. Hinata just barely kept from gaping like a fish.

"Wow…" she whispered softly to herself. Apparently she'd caught him off guard because he stopped very abruptly. Hinata felt herself turn red.

"I-I-I'm very s-sorry – I mean it's – beautiful, and so…ah…it just caught my a-attention." Hinata hastened to correct herself, feeling she'd said too much by the end of it, but refrained from saying another word.

A silence settled over them, in which she nervously waited for Sasuke to respond. It was awkward and Hinata felt incredibly uncomfortable. She wondered how rude it would be if she just got her file and left.

"Thank you…"

It would be rude, she decided. Hinata took it into her own hands to fill silence instead. "I like fairies."

Sasuke turned and blinked at her, a look of almost-astonishment adorning his eyes. She could only smile.

"Do you want this?"

Hinata, confused as a fish out of water, frowned. "Huh?"

"After it's painted, do you want it?" He repeated stoically.

Hinata gaped. "I-I couldn't!" The poor girls face was flaming at the abruptness of the offer. "Don't you need it for the festival?"

"Tch. You think I'd stay at school this late for that?" Sasuke scoffed.

"Er…well, not anymore."

Sasuke snickered, allowing Hinata to relax a little bit. "This is my own project."

"Oh…"

"So you'll take it?"

Hinata fiddled with her fingers and looked to the floor.

"I based it on you." Sasuke blurted.

"Huh?"

"I used you as a reference to practice my art."

"O-oh…"The Hyuuga felt an odd mix of emotions at that, but also benignly flattered that something beautiful had its inspiration drawn from…her. "Thank you."

That certainly explained his stares.

"Alright, thank you U-Uchiha-san-"

"Sasuke."

"Sasuke-kun," Hinata politely recited. "I have to hurry, but thank you very much for the kind offer, and I'm looking forward to it."

She was, sadly, allergic to rudeness. Of course it was odd to use her a model without her knowledge, but his intent was not malicious. Merely artistic. Artists had a slight screw loose, anyway.

Ill logic be damned, she smiled at him and walked out of the classroom.

The very next day the fairy was on her desk.