Sasu-Hina Drabble
Walking around at night was not the kind of thing that she
did lightly. There were stories of drunkards and creepers and other nasties of
the nightmare realm that haunted her every step after dusk. Stories her cousin
had told with his serious no nonsense expression sealing them with a shiny
varnish of truth despite their fantastical paranoia.
Something major had to drive her out of doors anytime after
ten at night. A call from a friend, or a social event she did not want to miss
despite being torn about staying home knitting and watching old movies.
Four am, however was well past the realm of normal. Four am
was a true emergency. Four am meant panic.
“Wait!”
His voice echoed with a chilly clarity in the endless
silence of the empty streets and she chided herself for being glad to hear it.
“Hinata!”
Arms crossed protectively to keep her sweater closed she
picked up the pace so that her hips, stiff with sleep and the sudden chill
protested.
“You… unreasonable female!”
It almost sounded like a toddler tantrum, that snarl behind
her. Brows furrowed, jaw tight she plowed on, glancing back and forth along the
empty street with it’s golden streetlight glow before making a dash across the
four lanes.
“Hyuuga!”
“I… I do not wish to speak with you!”
“Do I look like a genie? I could hardly care what you wish
right now-“ Right behind her, that’s where he was and Hinata made a noise not
unlike a cat being chucked at water when his hand grabbed at her elbow.
“I will scream!” It was such a dramatic thing to say,
already so loud in the quiet sleepiness of a very early morning and Sasuke
Uchiha looked her straight in the face and rolled his eyes.
“Go ahead.”
It took only a moment for Hinata’s mouth to open for his
hand to slap out, cutting of the shrill shriek she was fairly sure would come
out weak kneed and useless but which seemed to do the trick in making him
finally take her seriously. “Alright, alright stop! Just give me a second to
explain!”
“Explain?” The muffled retort still managed to convey the
Hyuuga’s disbelief as she shook her head away from his hand. “You… you… you
took advantage of me!”
Sasuke blanched, something she had never seen him do before
and which she had to admit made a curious little splinter of doubt wiggle in
the back of her brain.
“You think I- we-,” he stopped, blinked at her for a moment
and then did the most un-Sasuke-like thing next to blanching that he could do. He
laughed.
Louder than any scream she could have provided, more riotous
than the waking birds disturbed by their dramatic discussion he shoved a hand
to his face and rubbed at the weariness that lingered there.
“For your information,” He began, induced to speak at the
look of disarmed disbelief on Hinata’s face. “You had a lot more of the wine at
Ino’s birthday dinner than you realized.”
“If you knew that then why would you-?”
“I only-“
“-take me home? Regardless of how I was behaving, it was
most ungentleman-like to…to take advantage of the fact I was-“
Sasuke cocked his head, frown sharp but eyes sharper. “Regardless
of how you were behaving? What exactly do you recall doing?”
It was then Hinata’s turn to blanch, followed by the most
infernal of all her blushes so that for a moment she thought the birds mistook
her for the sun as they whistled their first sleepy tunes.
“I…well, I… don’t make me say it!”
How could he ask that of her? It was bad enough she could
remember thinking about his mouth, about the flick of his tongue when he licked
the olive from his martini and the awful incriminating thoughts of how his kiss
would taste of liquor and sugar and spice.
Sasuke continued to stare, clever Uchiha brain rushing to
catch up for there was something to be said about that pink face, some tid bit
that might change his life if he could just grasp it fast enough, catch on and
exploit the frazzled widening of her eyes, the blatant pink hue overtaking her
face and neck.
“You…” He frowned, puzzle pieces slowly coming together as
he straightened, and then smirked. “You think you came on to me.”
Hinata blinked back, unsure if she had heard correctly
through her melting eardrums.
“I…d…did I…not?”
Smirk widening still Sasuke shoved his hands into the
pockets of his sweatpants, taking a languid easy step back and away before
turning around.
“You’re always going to wonder, aren’t you.” And it was not
a question, not when Hinata stumbled two steps after him, stunned by the fact
that the tables had turned and the chase which had sent her scrambling out of
his apartment and into the cold breeze of an early morning was now flipped on
it’s head.
“Wait a second!”
“Sticks and stones.” Sasuke sang in reply, a lilting tune
that froze her midstride. “May break my bones but…”
And the rest of the night came flooding back.
The wine and how fruity sweet it slid down her throat, how
pleasant it numbed her fingers and toes, the way her eyes lingered on his face,
on the way his neck stretched when he emptied his glass, the flicker of
curiosity in his gaze when he met her eyes.
Ino drunk and out of sorts carried home in Kiba’s arms, and
Hinata curled at the edge of the bar, with her head in her arms and her eyes
watching him the whole while.
They had thrown questions back and forth, those sober enough
not to slur. Who was driving who home? “I’ll take Ino and Shika, they can’t bus
like this.”
“That’s all the seats in the car, yes?”
“What about Tenten?”
“Lee took her home.”
“And Shino?”
“I have him, but the backseat is full.”
A long pause had followed as their eyes landed on her, and
she had waved cheerfully, propping her chin in her palm before motioning at
Sasuke to take her hand.
“I’ll take her home.” It had been reluctantly said.
All of the flirting she had thought she had done… had been
in her head.
He had walked her three blocks, with his arm around her
waist, supporting her uneasy stumbling gait. Had smirked at her singing, the
soft quiet tune about bones and words and dark eyed cute boys.
“Oh… God.” She
groaned, burying her face in her hands just loud enough for him to turn back
around, walking slowly the way he had come.
“It’s four in the morning, you’re still mostly drunk you
know.”
“I’m so stupid.”
“You really should sleep more.”
“How can you stand
me?”
“I make a mean cup of coffee.”
“I accused you of…oh my gooood.”
“Well.” Sasuke cocked his head, once more on the other side
of the road and waiting to see what she would do, but he was not worried. He
could see her eyes squinting at him through her fingers and the edge of her
mouth fighting off a smile.
“If you had indeed come on to me…” He shrugged, looked away
and waited for her wide open mouth to close before adding. “I won’t say I
wouldn’t have been tempted.”
It took a lot of effort to finally cross the street. But
when she finally did at least she wasn’t walking outside in the dark alone
anymore.
Ink Child Writing 