Ducklings Part 2

So I had a lot of fun writing this, and the first one. I also really enjoyed discussing it with @giada-luna. This is pretty much co-authored by that darling. She deserves credit where credit is due. More Sasu/Duckling adventures ensue. Part 2 of I no longer know how many.

She had gracefully, elegantly allowed him (and his ducklings) to move in. Not permanently but still, there was a surprising sense of long term associated with hauling several boxes worth of things out of his car and into her house. Or at least, that’s how he secretly felt about it. 

Hinata was all smiles, as usual. Sunshine in a person, she laughed and danced through the posse of his ducklings always at his feet, tripping him or squawking loudly when almost stepped on. 

“That one!” He snapped, nodding at a particularly clingy bit off fluff stepping in front of him every step he took through the foyer and up the stairs to the spare bedroom. “That one is suicidal or trying to kill me. I’ve almost stepped on him half a dozen times in the last half hour." 

Hinata laughed, scooped up the offensive duck and despite his quacking protestations followed Sasuke and the rest up the stairs. 

"I believe that he just loves you more than the others.”

“Of course you do.” Sasuke grumbled, although the sound of her saying “loves you” in his direction was distracting any negative thoughts and turning them into rainbows and butterflies in his head. 

The storm had washed the city clean and in the noon day sun it sparkled as though doused in glitter. The ducks found this refreshing and as soon as he stepped into what would be his room for the next while they were off to investigate, quacking cheerily. 

Hinata’s smile was secretive as she kissed the top of the ducklings head. “Well, I have to run to the dojo to meet my cousin for that toddler lesson and if I don’t show up on time he will panic with the kids…” she drifted off, rubbing her neck.

Sasuke smirked broadly, remembering again the frantic call he had witnessed weeks ago from her stoic unwelcoming cousin and Tenten’s guffaws as Hinata scrambled away to save Neji from a horde of upset toddlers at her family’s dojo. 

“Don’t let me keep you. I can…handle this…” Sasuke began strong and upon seeing several ducklings tumble from the bed into the waste basket by the nightstand he winced.  

Hinata pursed her lips.  

“Are you sure, I… I don’t- maybe I can call my sister to-?”

“Nope.” It came out too fast. Flushing he turned and scooped up the ducklings from the waste basket, trying to not look her in the face. 

Hanabi was straight forward, and about as perceptive as a microscope on bacteria. She had taken one look at him and within five minutes began to smile with this knowing and rather nerve wrecking sort of ferocity. If he was left alone there was a very high probability that he was going to say something incriminating and since he had literally just moved into her sister’s spare bedroom…

He shook his head. “I can handle them by myself for a few hours. For sure.”
This was a stretch and Hinata’s face twisting with mild disbelieve said so. Most of the night had been spent awake, despite his best intentions. The ducklings peeped incessantly at the door, and when he finally opened it they wandered through the hall until he couldn’t find them in the dark. 

A good portion of the very early morning was spent searching for a duckling that had in fact been asleep in Sasuke’s bed and after all that he and Hinata had passed out in the living room in their pajamas, ignoring the ducklings and their hopping on their backs. 

“I wonder if maybe you can get them to nap.” Hinata blinked mildly at the duck in her hands. It blinked back for a moment as if in disbelief at her suggestion and then quacked a small laugh.  

“Do ducks nap?” Sasuke raised an eyebrow, sweeping a handful of ducklings off the clothes he had put down on the bed so he could put them in the drawer. They tumbled like bowling pins, chattering indignantly. 

“I hope so. They didn’t really sleep at night.” Hinata laughed. “At this rate…”

“We’re going to lose.” Sasuke nodded, pushing another fluff ball aside to step up to the dresser he was filling with clothes. 

“Maybe. We need to be smart.  We should go to the library.” Hinata tapped her chin thoughtfully with one long finger.  

“The library?”

“For books on…”

“Raising ducks.” He fixed her with a long stare and Hinata flushed, grinning. 

“They might suggest a farm, I suppose.”

“This… is ridiculous.”

A sound of chimes ringing set the ducklings into a tizzy and while they all sprinted to their dad’s feet Hinata giggled, pulling out her ringing cell phone from her pocket. 

“Oh I have to go, that’s Neji-nii.”

“Right.” Sasuke replied, watching her hesitate for a moment with her gray eyes lingering on the hopping ducklings at his feet. 

“Are you going to be-?”

“Hinata.” He sighed, trying to instill confidence into his voice. “Go.”

“Okay, okay.” And with a smile and a wave she was hopping down the stairs two at a time, leaving Sasuke alone with his squad of ducklings. 


It was not fine.

“When can you be here?”

Sasuke pinned the phone to his ear with his shoulder as he army crawled over the ground, heart in his throat and eyes wide. The flutter of fluffy wings beneath the couch sent him scrambling along the carpet, knocking into the coffee table in Hinata’s living room and setting a ball of yarn she had been using to knit the ducklings a blanket rolling. 

“Shit, shit shit!” Sasuke gasped, turning to look at the pink and blue yarn ball spinning into the hall. 

From the phone Naruto’s voice came through.

“Uh… Teme? Are you okay? I was fairly sure ducklings were not carnivorous but you sure sound like you’re getting eaten.”

“No. Dobe, are you coming or not?”

“Tch. Never heard you so excited for my company. You must be screwed. I will be right there. Fifteen minutes.”

“Fifteen minutes?” Sasuke balked at the sound of his own voice. Somewhere between a cat getting it’s tail pulled and getting kicked in the groin. 

Naruto’s barking laugh replied. “I’m coming, princess. Knights in shining armor shouldn’t break the speed limit laws.”

“Oh shut up.” Sasuke growled, throwing the phone over his shoulder. 

The ducklings had vanished. In the end he had fallen asleep. The spring sun was shining through the window in Hinata’s spare room and in the haze of heat and the smell of her on everything he had curled with the fluffy quacking balls on the bed for a moment. It had only been a moment. 

Upon waking, twenty minutes later there was no ducklings. Just his heart in his chest sprinting to get out. 

“She’s going to kill me.”

The exaggeration was not lost on him, but the truth was that just seeing Hinata’s down turned mouth, her eyes shining with tears would probably give him a heart attack. Already there was a knot in his stomach threatening to tighten until he was a pretzel of a man. He couldn’t imagine actually seeing her face in tears. 

Over the stupid ducklings. 

To be fair though, he was panicking for his own sake as well. Another picture was floating in his mind, of ducklings jamming their tiny bills into electric sockets or finding a vent open to crawl through into the walls, or sneaking out a window and being hunted by neighborhood cats or eating laundry soap pods and dying in poisoned agony.

Shuddering, Sasuke shoved himself up and following the whispered quacking of the escaped duckling down the hall past the kitchen and towards Hinata’s painting studio. 

Besides working at the dojo he knew she also taught art classes at the community center and enjoyed it herself enough that occasionally she did commissions. 

She had spent a portion of the evening cleaning up and finishing the piece she was working on after their tea and banana bread. 

Now, Sasuke had an awful feeling.
A terrible feeling.
A very dreadful sinking feeling. 

“No.” He croaked, closing his eyes at the sound of more quacking down the hall. 

“No. No. No.”

The studio was the room with the most light. Windows on every wall meant sun in the morning, noon and evening, of a variety of types. Easels stood to attention along one wall, and at the center next to her rough wooden table splattered with a myriad of colors next to her wooden stool another easel lay on it’s side. 

The caps must not have been on firmly on a handful of paint bottles because their rainbow essence was spattered all over the floor and to his horror, on the spanning landscape of a meadow on canvas.

Hand over his mouth he stood at the threshold, watching as the ducklings meandered over the canvas, quacking as they splattered their flat feet over the painting in various marbled colors. 

He must have stood there for some time because suddenly the front door was being knocked on hard and then flung open without the time necessary for someone to come answer it. 

“Teme?" 

Sasuke snapped out of his nightmare, blinking hard and turning to look at Naruto down at the other end of the house. 

The blonde shrugged out of his jacket, smirking. "You look scared shitless. What’s wrong? Did one die?”

Maybe that would have been better.

His lack of reply seemed to give the blonde pause. “Teme?”

“…I think, I may have screwed up.”

Before this moment Naruto would have said hell would freeze over before such words left Sasuke Uchiha’s mouth. Blue eyes the size of saucers Naruto padded down the hall, past the disaster of yarn in the living room and past the quiet tidy kitchen to the doorway where Sasuke peered at chaos. 

“Oh…shit.” Naruto whispered, digging his hands into his blonde hair for a minute. “No… okay, this is fine. This is okay.” His voice was strained and for a moment Sasuke marveled at that while watching as a duckling skidded awkwardly in violet paint. His flappy feet flailing and slapping hard before ending up on his rump in the puddle of purple. 

This was bad. If Naruto himself was serious then this was…

The abrupt explosion of laughter from the blonde made Sasuke jump, and dark eyes torn between disbelieving and furious he glared as his friend struggled to breathe through tears of laughter. 

“This. Isn’t. Funny.”

“Oh, my god…” Naruto held on to the door frame, fingers white knuckled as he hugged his stomach, rubbing at the tears with his shoulder. “Oh my god, I can’t breathe.”

“Why the hell did I bother calling you of all people? Sai would have been more useful.” Sasuke snapped, giving him a hard shove into the wall before gingerly stepping into the fray. 

“Aw, come on. I mean look at it.” Naruto waved a hand at the multicolored ducklings. “It’s adorable, if anything Hinata is going to want a picture. Here.” He flipped his phone out of his pocket and moved to aim the camera. 

Sasuke was backpedaling into him so hard they ended up in a tussle in the hallway. Biting words were said, curses were thrown and elbows received by undeserving ribs. 

“No pictures!” Sasuke gasped, finally wrangling the phone out of Naruto’s hands and throwing it down the hall. “If I’m lucky I will only have to look at this humiliation once in my life. Don’t immortalize it.”

“Aw come on.” Naruto struggled to his feet, still grinning. “You have to let me document your magnificent crash and burn.”

“Get out. Just get out.” Sasuke bit out forcefully. “I can’t deal with you and the-”

“Ducklings. Wow, you weren’t kidding about how many there were.” Naruto stepped into the studio then, carefully avoiding puddles of paint. “Fifteen, you said?”

“That’s what the last count was. I am hopeful that they are entirely too young to multiply.”

“God help you, poor bastard.” Naruto’s chortling laugh was met with a shake of Sasuke’s head and grabbing an empty cardboard box he began gathering the paint splattered ducklings. Eyes carefully diverting from the overturned canvas he tried to breathe carefully. 

“How much do you think Hinata liked that painting?” He finally mustered, grabbing two offending ducklings and tossing them into the box. 

The feathery bundles quacked irritably but remained in the box, falling over as he moved to pick up more of their siblings. 

“Uh, you’re asking me?” Naruto cocked his head at the meadow, it’s multicolored duck feet prints like confetti throughout it’s soothing background. “Honestly, I have no idea, but I am guessing this was not how she was hoping it to be finished." 

"I am so dead.” Sasuke sighed, smearing blue on his cheek as a duckling tried to get free of his grip and floundered against his face. 

“I would say you’re toeing the line, yeah.” Naruto’s grin remained firmly in place. “If I can’t take a picture of the mess, can I at least tape the skinning she’s going to give you?”

"I have to get these things in the bath.” Sasuke gasped, realizing what time it was as the clock on the wall tick tocked steadily. “Shit, shit, can you clean this up?”

“Do I look like I know how to get paint out of hardwood floor?”

“You don’t know how to do shit, I realize that but I hoped-” Sasuke stopped, watching as the ducklings began to hop in the box, attempting to make an escape at the edges. “Never mind, forget this. Let’s get these pests cleaned up and then we can deal with the rest." 

"Whatever you say, Princess.”

“Call me that again and I’m going to show these ducklings how to stuff a human. They need to learn self defense anyway.” Sasuke growled, moving towards the bathroom with the quacking birds in his hands. 

Naruto chuckled behind him. “Aw, look at you. Thinking like a Papa. Wait does that make Hinata the Mama?”

“Jesus, I might actually kill you before this is over." 

Still, it didn’t escape Naruto’s gaze that Sasuke’s neck warmed to a bright red glow despite his protestations. 


"What did you do?”

Sasuke had been asking himself this for several minutes, blinking in disbelief as his ducklings floundered in the soapy water of the bath tub…

Only to sink. 

Naruto watched, brows raised. “I mean- you broke them!”

The urge to bang his head on the tub side was becoming almost impossible to resist and Sasuke pressed a hand to his forehead, glaring at the duckling sinking below the watery surface for a moment longer before pulling him back up.

 The duckling did the fowl equivalent of splutter and before the rest could suddenly begin to drown as well Sasuke was scooping them out of the water. 

“I cannot believe this.”

“Did you use extra heavy conditioner on them or something? I mean, they’re sinking like rocks.” Naruto conversed lazily, chin in hand from his perch on the counter. 

“Extra heavy conditioner? Do you hear the words coming out of your mouth?” Sasuke snapped and jumped slightly at the feel of wet webbed feet stumbling on his shoulders and the back of his neck as the ducks he pulled out of the water attempted to climb his back to get back into the bath. 

“Stop it.” He gasped in exasperation. “Your siblings are drowning, get off!" 

"This is the best.” Naruto commented, swinging his foot idly. “I am enjoying flustered Papa Sasuke. Oh! One made it back in." 

The splash of the duckling  taking a dive off his shoulder made Sasuke growl and grabbing several at a time he dumped the whole soaking mess on the tiles of the floor, wincing at the pooling water and slipping and sliding feet of the fowl. 

"They’re going to drown. Why aren’t they floating!? They floated a minute ago. My god, I am losing my mind- Stop jumping in!” He gasped, catching another aiming to Pocahontas fly off his head. 

“Just the best. It’s just the best.” Naruto continued, his grin so wide it encompassed most of his face. 

“That’s it.” Sasuke snapped, shoving himself to his feet only to stop, frozen about to reach for Naruto’s neck at the sight of Hinata in the door way, blinking rapidly.

“Hey…how’s it going?” She stammered.

Naruto and Sasuke stared at her, both boys looking pale and more wide eyed than usual. 

“Hey, Hina. You’re looking so lovely today. Look at you all radiant! Perfect duckling Mama I have ever seen. And you know, this guy needs all the help he can get! Personally I think you might want to consider filing for full custody. For the duck’s sake, you see. Just my humble opinion.” Naruto laughed nervously, sliding off the counter and squeezing past her through the doorway. 

“I gotta run though, sorry I can’t stay-”

“Oh! A-are you sure, I could make some tea- or coffee?” Hinata blinked at him as he scrambled backwards, ignoring Sasuke’s pleading expression behind Hinata even as it turned less pleading and more murderous. 

“Oh, no sorry, thanks though, Hina. You’re the best. Rain check though? I’ll stay next time. Believe it.” Turning to Sasuke finally he pointed. “Aren’t your ducklings drowning?" 

Hinata whirled, eyes wide. "What?!”

“See ya Sasuke!" 

Sasuke watched, gaping as the blonde almost sprinted out the door and turned slowly back to Hinata who was shoving the shower curtain out of the way and pulling the plug on the drain. 

"What! What happened to them why are they-?” She stopped, picking the duckling floundering in the water up and sniffing him. Sasuke stared, completely confused and holding still for the sake of his own survival. Maybe she wouldn’t kill him if there were no sudden movements. 

“You…” she laughed then, shaking her head and scooping out the rest of the ducks from the bath and into a towel on her lap. “You washed the oil off their feathers.” Her giggle made him let out a long breath. 

“I did what?”

“You washed the oil off their feathers. You can’t use any soap on them. They need very gentle fragrance free soap.” She cocked her head at him. “They can’t float without the oils.”

Sasuke closed his eyes. “Right.”

“Why were you bathing them?” she laughed again. “They were clean yesterday.”

“Um…” Sasuke paused, pressing his lips together hard. Hinata glanced up at him then and paused as well, reaching out to wipe a smear of blue paint from his cheek. “Is that… paint?”

Her touch left a searing mark on his skin, and Sasuke stared at her, wide eyed, trying to memorize this moment before she disliked him beyond any hope of fixing. 

“Well… they were badly behaved.” He began carefully, shooting the ducklings padding around on his lap a look. 

Hinata’s brows rose, her brain putting two and two together. “Ohhh…no.”

Holding up one of the poofy fat babies Sasuke extended it towards her face. 

“Please… try to remember they’re just children.”

As for him, he wasn’t sure there was an excuse that would let him get out of this unscathed. 

Already he was learning about parental sacrifice. 

Ducklings Part One

I saw a video about ducklings last week and sure enough, this happened. I doubt it will be more than two maybe three parts. Not my best work but it is after all just for fun. 🙂 Sasuke and ducklings? Yes please.

It was a ridiculous situation. 

He stared at the rain pouring down and the puddles growing on the side of the leaf strewn sidewalk. A river had formed, small but powerful at the curb and sitting in a huddle together were what appeared to be dirty little balls of lint. Except for when they moved, and occasionally a small duck bill fluttered weakly in the half light of evening. 

God damn it.

Cars drove by, unaware of how dangerously close they passed to the fluffy ducklings. Unaware that a few feet over they could have crushed tiny beating hearts, cracked small hollow bones, stilled a dozen flickering lives. 

One truck swerved and as he watched he held his breath, feeling a sharp pain shoot through his chest. Close, but instead of destroying the ducklings the truck splashed a tsunami sized wave of dirty road water onto the small squeaking creatures and as the water overcame them they slid down the current, panic overtaking their small voices. 

The grate kept them from falling into the sewer, but only just. Little flat feet and tiny skinny legs flailed before becoming stuck between the metal bars. The dozen dirty tiny creatures careened into each other. It would have been comical if it weren’t so incredibly sad. 

They were going to die. 

Sasuke swallowed. Hands in the pockets of his pea-coat, with the collar turned up against the blast of the rain and the howl of the wind he squinted at them from the other side of the road, debating. 

On the one hand, this was most definitely not his problem. The fact that his sharp eyes had even detected them at all was a sort of miracle. No one else seemed to notice the flailing ducklings. They blended into the muddy mess of the sidewalk and street, so filthy and wet and small they were. 

On the other hand…. 

He shifted in his coat, shrugging off the growing anxiety in his gut.
If he left them there he would have to consciously make an effort not to mention it to her. And if he did that it would feel like lying and if he lied he would feel sick for weeks and when it finally came out (because it would eventually, he could only handle lying to her for so long) then he would have to endure her expression. 

He could see it now. Wide eyes, soft mouth open in an O of disbelief, cheeks flushing with either horror or anger or both. 

Swearing under his breath he flung open his car door, a long string of profanities and some rather scathing grumblings escaping his lips as he tossed the clean laundry in the basket sitting in the back of his car. With a towel thrown haphazardly on the bottom he growled in his chest and moved towards the ducklings. 

She would take care of them. In fact they would probably adopt her as their mother and she would be ecstatic for weeks and it would all work out but for now. 

For now he had to deal with… them. 

Like facing off with a cobra he approached, standing cautiously on the side of the road with the towel lined basket at his hip under his arm and his dark eyes unimpressed. 

“Where is your real mother?” His voice was no nonsense and the ducklings peeped and chirped nervously at his presence, falling over each other and getting more muddy by the second. 

None of them seemed to have an answer and so after looking around for a moment longer in hopes of avoiding this entire disaster Sasuke sighed and bent down. 

They were gritty. And a little slimy. Gritting his teeth he grabbed hold of one at a time, tossing them not exactly gently into the basket despite their panicked protests and with the chaotic mess of wet feathers and squeaking in his possession he hurried back to his car, already soaking wet and in a worse mood than he had been in a very long time. 

“She had better be happy about this.”

With the ducklings all watching him rather intently from the passenger seat, he began to drive. 


None of it was going according to plan. 

They had not stopped watching him through the holes in the laundry basket the entire drive. It was rather unnerving having over a dozen little beady eyes staring at him and although he would be loathe to admit it, he was rather nervous. Basket on his hip and trying not to rush to avoid spilling the living contents within he parked and skipped up the steps to the front door. Shaking out his rain soaked hair he rang the bell and glanced at the ducklings as he waited. 

Peeping quietly they stared back. 

“…Ugh.” he grumbled at them, just as the door opened and Hinata blinked at him wrapped in a sweater half a dozen sizes too big, her hair in a mess of a bun on her head and hands covered in splashes of various colors. She smelled of paint thinner and her flowery soap and the warmth of something sweet baking. 

A knot worked into his throat as he stared at her and she stared back, her surprise evident. 

“Sasuke! I… I didn’t know you were coming-” she stopped at the sound of a duck signalling it’s presence and her eyes turned to the basket under his arm.  

“…what is-?” she stopped again as he tipped it slightly, revealing the contents. Eyes trained on her face he watched as her mouth opened, not with horror but growing uncontainable delight. “Oh my goodness!" 

"Please.” He let out a sigh, wiping the rain from his face absently. “Help me.”

The door flung open wide and she was ushering them all inside, questions half formed spilling from her mouth only to be side tracked by her exclamations over the tiny messy feather balls. 

“Here, give me your jacket. Oh wow, you’re soaked.” She was giggling despite it, gathering his wet things and hanging them to drip on the tile of her entrance.
Inside the house pulsed with soft light, the smell of something having just been baked filtering through the crackle of her fireplace and the underlying sharpness of the paint thinner. 

Sasuke glanced down the hall, lined with frames featuring her sister, her cousin, her mother, her friends Kiba and Shino, her favorite teacher Kurenai. The people dearest to her grinned at him from the frames as she led him down the hall and he paused at the end, absently letting her take the basket from his grip chattering softly as she walked to the kitchen. 

“…where did you even find them? There are so many!” she did not wait for an answer, and he was not prepared to give her one. Eyes fixed on the last frame he let out a slow shaky breath. 

Beside Sakura and Naruto and Sai flashing peace signs at him was a new frame. Black and silver, plain compared to the others.

And there he was with her sprawled in the snow of a few months ago, wincing at the light of the sun past her phone where she had raised it to take a selfie.

 He could remember the bite of the cold on his back, the snow seeping into the neck of his jacket. Hinata had tripped on the ice, her flailing arms grabbing at him and although he should have been able to straighten them both out they had ended up on their butts in the snow. 

She had laughed, so hard and so long he had ended up joining her and laying in the snow she had pulled out her phone, removing her mittens with her teeth.
“This is a picture moment.” Breathless from her laughter she had grinned.“Yes?" 

He wasn’t one for pictures, but it had only taken her a handful of months to worm her way under his skin. There was little she could ask of him that he would say no to.

"Sasuke?”

Snapping out of his thoughts he turned to look at her as she came into the living room. Her sweater sleeves were rolled up to her elbows and her hands were covered in suds. She blinked at him a moment and he stared back, resisting the urge to wipe the smear of soapy bubbles on her brow away with his thumb.  

“Sorry, what did you say?” He stepped past her into the kitchen then to find the ducklings all chorusing their displeasure loudly only to quiet at the sight of him.  

“I was just asking where you found them, they are so dirty.” she began again, walking back to the sink where they floated like toys, their shining black eyes blinking up at them both. 

Sasuke sighed, running a hand through his soaked hair and shivering in his still damp clothing. “I was just at the laundromat. They were practically on the road.” He crossed his arms and tried to rub the goosepimples from his skin. “If I left them they would have probably been run over." 

"Oh no.” Shaking her head Hinata rubbed at a ducklings head gently with her thumb, removing gritty sand and oily car residue from his face delicately.

 "I’m so glad you got them!“ She turned to smile at him over her shoulder then. "You must have looked like quite a sight walking around with a basket of ducklings under one arm.” Her giggles made him smirk, if only a little despite his shivering. 

“Well, if I left them you would not let me live it down so-”

“You would not have left them.” Hinata’s firm tone left no room for disagreement and he raised an eyebrow slightly at her back as she worked. 

“You should have a shower though, you’re all wet. I have some of Neji’s old clothes in my closet from when he last came to visit. If you stay in that you’re going to end up catching a cold." 

Sasuke straightened slightly, surprised. "No… it’s fine. I can just go home and-”
Hinata turned again, peering at him past her shoulder, eyes wide. “You’re leaving me with them?" 

He blinked slowly, taking in the very subtle hurt tone, the disbelief.
"I…I actually have some clothes in my car.” He began slowly. “I’ll….go get them." 

A smile, wide and relieved washed over her face then and she nodded. "I’ll start the shower.”

Standing out in the rain again Sasuke blinked the wetness from his lashes, pausing for a moment to catch his breath as he rummaged through his clean clothes in the back of his car. 

There was nothing about Hinata that was complicated. She loved openly, cared deeply, disagreed politely. 

So then, if he was right. Then what did that picture frame…? 

Before he could finish his train of thought the door to the house opened and a peal of laughter made him look up through the rain. Hinata stood at the door, a hand over her mouth to stifle her giggles and one look at her feet told him what was happening. 

The ducklings, all soapy and disgruntled stood at the threshold and one look at him had them stumbling and rolling down the front steps. 

A soft gasp escaped his lips and tucking his clothes under his arm he began scooping up the smattering of ducks, wincing at the tiny fragility of bones beneath the feathers. 

“Why are you letting them out?" 

"They-” Hinata struggled, her soft laugh making her face pink and her eyes water. “They jumped out of the sink when you left!" 

He started, arms full of clean laundry and soaped ducklings and a whole lot of bewilderment. "What?”

“They’re-” Hinata tried again, grabbing a handful of ducklings before they tumbled off the stairs to join him at his feet. “They’ve… they’ve imprinted on you.”

Imprinted.

Face blank he stared at her until she was pulling him into the house, still laughing and smiling and overall more amused than he had seen her before as she carefully closed the door. 

At their feet ducklings fell and slid on the tile, walking over his toes and making the soft incessant noises of children. 

“They must have-” she began and he shook his head slowly. “No, no- Hinata- no.”

“They must have imprinted on you- they’re very young.” she began to laugh again at the sight of his horrified face and shoulders shaking pressed her cheek to his shoulder, listening to the now happy peeping of his ducklings in his arms and at his feet. 

“I… I can’t have ducklings.” Sasuke’s tone was incredulous and it just got her off laughing again, her eyes searching his face with amusement and a compassion that bordered on tenderness. “Let’s just get you all clean and fed okay?”

“But I-”

“The shower is running… you should take your ducklings with you. I’ll make some tea, and I made banana bread.”

“Take them with me?” Sasuke stared after her but she had already disappeared into the kitchen and he was standing there holding an armful of ducks with more tripping over his feet. 

Sighing loudly he walked carefully towards the bathroom, aware that right behind him, eyes always intent were the ducklings. 

One look over his shoulder told him that taking them into the shower with him was not really a choice, and with an expression of supreme annoyance he waited until they all waddled into the bathroom before quietly closing the door. 


It was a sight to behold. 

He had tried to sit on the couch, but then they had wandered all over it, jumping off the back rest into his lap, nearly into his tea. In the end he sat on the floor, legs crossed, face in his hands with ducklings wandering over his arms and shoulders, under his knees, taking flying leaps off his body to the carpet. 

On the other side of the coffee table by the fire Hinata watched, sipping at her tea and unable to take the ever widening smile from her face. 

“I can’t have ducklings." 

"You…kind of do now.”

“Hinata.” He looked up at her through black bangs, and she smiled bigger, seeing the panic and desperation there where usually his gaze was a fortress.

 "What am I going to do with a dozen ducklings?”

“There’s actually fifteen.” She motioned to the fluffy things, now clean and partly yellow. They had come out of the shower shiny and smelling fantastic.

 Almost as great as he smelled, but that was something Hinata had pushed aside rather forcefully. 

“Fifteen?” He looked around and found that trying to count them was impossible as they meandered through her living room, getting tangled in her yarn basket beneath an end table and hopping on and off the furniture.  

Smiling still Hinata nodded. “I counted as they tried to dive out of the sink after you.”

“Ugh.” Softly, Sasuke picked up the delicate fluff on his shoulder and placed it on the ground, watching the little bird waddle away only to come hurrying back to him a moment later. 

“I’ll get them some peas. I happen to have some in the fridge.” Hinata pushed herself up and carrying her tea carefully entered the kitchen, leaving Sasuke to the affectionate nibbles of his duck babies. 

“I don’t think they allow ducks in my apartment.”

A laugh, delicate and joyful responded from within the fridge. “I dare say they don’t, no.”

One particularly adventurous baby nibbled on Sasuke’s earlobe and he hissed slightly, grabbing it and plopping it on the carpet. 

Feeling whiny he closed his eyes and buried his face in his hands, leaning his head back against the couch. 

“Hinata.”

She paused at the edge of the living room, staring at the long smooth stretch of his neck, the curve of his Adam’s apple in the light of the fireplace and the elegant pale fingers of his hands against his face. Her name was a long tangled sigh from his mouth and she licked her lips nervously at the feel of a sharp, not exactly painful tug in her belly at the sound of his voice.

“I guess… they could stay here.” she began slowly, lowering herself to the carpet with the bowl full of peas. In a few moments half the ducklings were shoving and pushing at the bowl, bills working on the round green peas carefully. 

The others were content to flip and flop on their human daddy. 

Sasuke dared to open one eye, peering at her through his fingers. “Oh?”

“Well, the thing is…” she shifted, watching her tea carefully lest it spill. “I have a feeling they might not be very happy without you.”

Heat rushed to her face, starting at her cheeks and moving to her ears. Clearing her throat she sipped at her tea, eyes averted. “I…I do have a spare room, you could stay and..” she drifted off looking up in time to see him straighten and cock his head at her. 

“You know… until they’re… older." 

Sasuke smirked. "You want me and my ducklings to move in.”

Hinata blanched and then at his chuckle let out a nervous half laugh. “Uh… not.. I mean..”

“Well.” He sighed, picking up another fluff ball. “I guess they do need a mother.”

Still blushing furiously Hinata buried her nose between her raised knees, peering at him over her jeans.

“I…I could be a duck mom." 

He smirked, eyes trained on his duck babies. "I guess I could be a duck dad.”

 There was very little reluctance in his voice and her heart beat faster at his easy tone. “I do hear parenting is easier with a person you like." 

Her tea was not as warm as her neck and cheeks. 

"W-well, good thing it’s Friday, we can… um… go to the pet store tomorrow and ask them what to do with…them…” she floundered, picking one of the wandering feathery things in her hands as it walked by. The bird flailed half halfheartedly in her gentle grip and settled in the end on her palm, his rapid heart beat competing with her own. 

“Okay.” Sasuke mused, suddenly very pleased with himself. 

So sure, he had considered leaving them to fend for themselves on the street and had not been pleased with saving them. 

But somehow they had now provided an excuse to spend a whole weekend straight through with Hinata and he was not about to complain about that. 

In fact, he was starting to become rather fond of the little pests.

Of course, no one needed to know that. 

Hinata pretended not to see when he picked one up and gently kissed it on the head.

The Golden Ratio: Part II

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Summary: 

Sasuke doesn’t like discrepancies.He likes order, and symmetry, and predictability in all things (except his best friend from childhood that he counted on to be unpredictable). He counts on Ino to be Ino, Tenten to be playful and down to earth, Neji to be an asshole, Sai to be just plain weird, and Hinata to be gentle and calmly focused. When she walks into the coffee shop as anything but, it isn’t something he can ignore.

Rating: T
Word count: 2.6K
Read it on FFN or AO3 as part of my ‘The Golden Ratio’ series, and the second installment of that Tattoo parlor AU.

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read this- dang it. DO it now!

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Preview of a fic coming August(ish) SasuHina/NejiTen Fantasy AU. Mermaid!Hinata Sailor!Sasuke. And pirates.There will be pirates. 


The Captain Returns


There was always an air of excitement and a crowd waiting
when the Serpent returned to her home
port. It wasn’t surprising, really – with her snapping white sails and ornate
figure head, she was a commanding and authoritative presence in the Uchiha fleet, with a reputation as gleaming as the
serpent coiled around her bow. Many gathered to see her come to port –. and
still more gathered, hoping for a glimpse of her Captain.

Necks craned to get a look at the lithe, sharp figure, a
study in perfection from his shining boots to the gleaming ravens wing of his
hair. He did not stop to speak with anyone – and attempts to speak with him
were always quickly rebuffed or blatantly ignored – but that was to be expected
of the young Admiral, and the next in line to the throne.

Some called it folly when King Madara first allowed his own
heir to join the Royal Navy, but he invariably responded “If the next King
cannot defend our country on the sea, then he cannot defend her on the throne.”

And the Admiral of the Fleet, Sasuke, the Last Uchiha, could
definitely defend from the sea.

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….i have been waiting for this one for awhile, aaaaagh. so excited! 

Direct

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Ugh… End of the year papers can break you, yet here I am.

Acting like I have time.

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Weak knees.

Sweaty palms.

Dry mouth, tight throat.

Hot room, hot place, hot, hot, hot.

Sasuke cleared his throat. He was leaned against the wall with his hands in his pocket. He didn’t know why he kept trying. He lost count of what attempt this was, but she never seemed to understand his intentions anyway. Still…maybe he wasn’t being clear enough. She obviously wasn’t the type to take hints, so if he could just come out and say he was asking her-

“Sasuke?”

He jerked, looking towards the door of the convenience store. Hinata was partially out, tugging large garbage bags with her. She was in uniform, smiling awkwardly at him. And like magic, his face was suddenly full of heat and color.

“Hinata,” he said calmly despite his heart betraying him.

“I thought it was you. What are you doing here?” She paused a beat. “And standing out in the sun. Look at you, you’re burning up.”

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freaking evil HInata! My stomach was all in knots this whole time POOR SASU-bae!

Miserable Joy

When he found her he didn’t make his presence known although he had a feeling he didn’t have to. She was shinobi and so he doubted that she had not heard him, his steps had not been hushed on purpose. 

Instead of saying anything he stood with his hands folded tightly within the fabric of his black cloak and he tried to breathe as normally as possible. 

She was laying on the grass, her smooth pale calves and the backs of her knees glowing by the light of the evening sun. The dress she wore every time she visited was made of a combination of lace and something smooth and white and silky beneath it. It made her a piece of snow in the summer day, laying there on the grass with her head in her hands and her black hair a curtain to separate her from the world. 

In the stillness he could see the particles of dust and pollen and summer cotton floating in the air through the gold of the sun’s light. It sparkled and glimmered and he wondered that something as distasteful as dust could look so beautiful. 

And that was the truth of life, he knew it. Because even blood when shed in the snow had a startling jaw dropping quality and the eyes of the dying always took on a hue he could never find the words to describe and Hinata laying there with the angles of her shoulder blades elegant and breath taking and her hips smooth and pleasing was a thing of beauty even laying on top of the grave that housed her Sun. 

For her, there was no warmth on the anniversary of his falling. It was always winter, right in the middle of July. He knew it because like her he could not feel the sweltering touch of the summer day, only the ice in his bones and the ache of missing him, his longest and strongest bond. 

When finally her shoulders stopped shaking with tears and the shadow of his tombstone stretched to cover her bare feet Sasuke whispered, as he always did. 

“It’s late, Hyuuga.”

And like every year since the first year when she didn’t move he walked forward, pulling her first to a sitting position on the grass, leaving stains of green on the lace dress that Naruto had given her last. 

Her eyes were dull and unseeing. It was the only day of the year when a Hyuuga was blind to the world, fixed instead on memories within her mind that haunted. 

Wordless Sasuke slid her freezing arm over his shoulder and around his neck, tucking his arm beneath her knees and hoisting her up with ease. 

Head lolling tiredly she closed her eyes, red and painful from weeping through the day. 

“I’m sorry.” she always apologized, because it was unfair for him to see this. 

And he always shook his head, starting the walk back home from the cemetery in silence, his strides long and fluid. Letting her head rest on his shoulder she closed her eyes and focused on the feeling of him rocking her as he walked. 

“I know.” He said this time, and her eyes opened as he spoke. “I know you love him.” His pace didn’t change as he moved, and his grip didn’t shift on her body but with her lips near his jugular she could feel the pulse of his heart thumping blood at an increasingly quickening pace. 

Eyes half closed she watched the warmth of the sun through the rest of the tombstones of the fallen, among them her cousin, and now too her husband. 

“…past tense.” she whispered. And this made him pause, staring straight ahead towards the exit of the the cemetery where he would take a right turn to the village outskirts, to where the Uchiha Compound now grew. He would enter the house and lay her on the couch and she would let him kiss her, and kiss her until the heat began to flow back into her body and warm her skin. And her warmth would seep into his bones and fight away the chill that overtook him from missing his best friend. 

And they would moan and sigh and move together to forget, if only for a few moments their sadness. 

But she had never said this before. Never called it her past. It was always her present, even more so on the day of his passing, it was always fresh. 

Still without looking at him her lips pressed warm despite her tears to his neck, feeling the pulse of his heart on her mouth. Pulling back she whispered. 

“I loved him.”

Finally daring to look down at her in his arms he studied her face, not as pale as it usually was after so much weeping, so much feeling, so much misery. 

Breathing in softly and shakily as she often did after heavy tears she smiled and it struck him as the most painfully beautiful thing he had seen since the dying hue of blue that had come over Naruto’s eyes as he faded away. 

“He told me… to be happy.” She whispered again, and her fingers, warmed as they touched his lips, sliding smooth over the curve of his mouth. “I love someone else now.”

And he continued walking then, unable to say anything. 

He had told her more than once the depth of what he felt for her, and so there could only be one person she meant. 

He was glad that with certainty he knew she could only mean him.

11:31

It’s late- I am having trouble writing chapters to ongoing fics because of some issues with plot but words keep coming to mind and so I keep throwing them at you people here. 

Here’s another. 
No idea where this is going. Just following the ink spill. 


Half an hour. He was going to talk to her for half an hour. 

His eyes were burning with the lack of sleep. Absently he rubbed at his face and let his head hang against the back rest of the couch, breathing air deep into his lungs and releasing it with trepidation. 

She had yet to come out. His eyes flickered to the door at the end of the hall of the apartment, the glow of a lamp sliding gold and soft from beneath. 

Warily he checked his phone for the time and counted. If it was 11:31 pm then that meant that it had been exactly four hours and 15 minutes- give or take- since they had had their first actual fight. 

They had had disagreements before, but this he counted in a whole different category. Never in his entire life did he think he was going to get a chance to stand in front of Hinata Hyuuga and have her actually raise her voice at him. 

This event had been followed by the unprecedented shove to his shoulders and then her storming into her room and slamming the door with enough force to shake the hall wall and make a frame jump from it’s hook to shatter on the floor. 

He had meant to clean it up, had even grabbed the broom and dust pan to do it and then, still viciously annoyed had thrown the items on the floor along with the glass and left it there. 

Let her deal with her own damn mess since she was suddenly so freaking independent. 

That was of course four hours ago. More than four hours ago. It took that long for an Uchiha to calm from a full on fury. His hands had been shaking and his voice had taken on that frightening sharp edge that he recognized from his father and his brother when they were really in a sulky underwear knotting mood. 

Now he just felt tired. Exhausted even, and his chest hurt like her shove to his shoulders had been an actual fracturing blow. 

Unlocking his clenched jaw Sasuke gathered himself from the couch like being pulled by puppet strings, feeling disconnected and mechanical as he wandered, hands in his jean pockets towards the door. 

She had been quiet for some time and it was possible that she had fallen asleep. If she was sleeping he didn’t want to wake her but the possibility of going to sleep himself would be out the window. He had never fought with his best friend before and leaving it overnight felt like it was giving the thing rights to a pattern. 

Swallowing hard he knocked and when she didn’t respond pressed his forehead against the smooth surface, eyes closed, hand on the door knob as he thought. 

“Hinata?” His voice was a wreck, hoarse and stinging he cleared it and tried again. “Hinata?”

Nothing. The silence hummed with the refrigerator’s mechanical whine and the high pitched usually muted sound of the electricity passing into the light bulb of the lamp in the living room he had been reading by. 

Damn it. He was not going to sleep like this. 

Half an hour. Just…talk for half an hour.

Biting the inside of his cheek he turned the knob and peeked past the door, freezing at the feel of her eyes on his movement. 

Her room was chaos, or at least the floor was. Tidy alphabetized books lined the shelves that decorated almost all the wall space, and among them cactus plants and flowering herbs in tiny pots stretched. From the ceiling hung rows and rows of herbs drying in neat little bundles tied with ribbon or lace strips. But the floor, usually free of debris was covered in photographs. He could recognize himself in many of them, Hinata, their friends, smiling or running or jumping off diving boards. Happy memories. Like the scent of her room was happy.

It smelled clean and earthy and organic. It smelled like Hinata. 

The scent was making a knot rise to his throat and with the inside of his cheek pinched hard by his teeth he stepped into the room and closed the door, leaning against it hard so that his shoulder blades ached a bit. 

She didn’t move from her bed where she lay curled in fetal position in her clothes, unchanged into her usual lavender pajamas. Instead she still wore the sweatshirt she had asked to borrow from him and her work jeans from the green house stained with dirt and pollen. 

“I thought you might be asleep.” He said it dismissively, a little bit vexed still although he mostly wanted to let her know he cared enough to resolve this before the morning. 

Hinata looked back at him, her gaze unchanging from her position on the bed, peering at him through the loose tired fingers of her hands by her face. 

The silence wore on for several heart beats and Sasuke dragged in a deep breath through the nose, looking back at her with growing effort. Keeping eye contact was something he excelled at, and Hinata in fact struggled with. So it was unnerving to feel her gray gaze stabbing into him with the precision of a thrown knife while his own usually unerring stare wavered. 

“We can’t leave it like that.” He finally snapped, the anxiety he was starting to feel getting the better of him. “You can’t just storm off and leave it like that.”

She should have moved. This was the pattern. He would grow irritable, she would try figure out why he felt this way, she would ask questions and they would figure it out together and when he finally realized what bothered him he would say it and either apologize for it’s stupidity or she would apologize for not realizing what she was doing and they would watch a stupid show together or make breakfast at 1 in the morning and the argument would be over. 

That was the pattern. 

But she didn’t move. She didn’t sit up and look at him with her face earnest and her eyes apologetic and caring. She looked at him from her place on her bed and her shoulders shook slow at first then with more force as tears streamed from her eyes. 

He didn’t know this dance.

Paralyzed by the liquid escaping her face he breathed in slowly, carefully, focusing on the action of air coming in and out of his throat while he also felt his hands tighten and his blood turn cold. 

“…Hinata… what…the hell is happening?” 

She closed his eyes in response, bringing her relaxed fingers closer to her face until she was mostly hiding from view, her shoulders shaking although no sobs rang through. This silent crying was worse than a sob, or wail. He watched it like one watched the amputation of a limb performed by one’s own hands. 

They had known each other for so long. Their personalities so compatible that any notion of friction had always been so easy to diffuse. She was flexible about anything that he found irritating. He was generally so low maintenance it was hard for her to find a fault in his behavior. And when they did disagree… well it never lasted.

That was why they had been friends in elementary, in high school, room mates in college and now entering into their desired fields.

It was the easiest relationship of any sort they had ever been in. Easier than being around their parents, their siblings, their friends. It was like breathing.

Except for right then, he was suffocating. This was not going according to plan.

“You can’t just lay there and cry.” He was being an ass and he knew it but somehow that wasn’t enough to keep him from talking. His voice shook as he realized the terror that was manipulating his actions and words. “You have to tell me what is happening. Because, as far as I know I was just letting you know I find something irritating and usually our policy is that we tell each other that shit so we don’t have these kinds of….disagreements.”

He was rambling, the words tumbling out of him in a torrent. Hinata’s eyes opened at the end of his speech and she didn’t have to say anything for him to see her irritation flaring again. It was such a strange expression on her face, so unfamiliar. Usually so soothing she set her jaw hard and even with her tears frowned.

“Why are you looking at me like that? I didn’t do anything wrong. He’s annoying as all hell. I don’t bring irritating friends over here all the time to bug you.”

Her breathing was getting heavy, he watched as her side rose and fell beneath his sweater and felt the pinch of a frown that was likely turning his gaze into a glare. “You stop this. Stop giving me the silent treatment. I can decide who comes here and who doesn’t too. This is a shared space.”

That damn blonde with his damn laugh and his damn tickling. How could one human being be so irritating? Hinata hated being tickled. Why would she have allowed that moron to do such a thing? She had laughed and pushed him away. She had blushed.

Why the fuck was she blushing?

Hinata didn’t blush at home. Home was where she was most herself. The blushing stuttering thing most people knew was always left at the door.

“Are you going to be seeing him? Is that what this is? Because if that’s what’s happening then I need to move out.” The words were out of his mouth as he pictured her with Naruto, smiling and cuddling on the couch watching a movie or walking in from a day at work to see them kissing in the kitchen. He felt his stomach tighten painfully and his eyes itch.

Fuck no.

Hinata was however sitting up now, her jaw working like she was trying to grind her teeth away, gray eyes a glittering mess of tears and fury. Fists clenching hard around the covers of her bed she set her shoulders tightly.

“You just say the word and I’ll get the hell out of here.” How had it come to this? He had never thought much about when they would part ways but he sure as hell had not pictured it being over someone like the idiot Naruto. He should have never introduced them in the first place. If there was anyone to blame it was himself.

Her chest rose and fell with the contained agitation within her and he watched, rubbing at his eyes again tiredly, feeling the irritation of the late night and the reading more acutely even as he glared at her.

“Why won’t you talk to me? Why won’t you tell me why you’re so angry?” His voice sounded so strange, even to him.

He blinked several times, wiping at his now tearing eyes with frustration. Of all the times to have his eyes water it had to be now, when he was feeling like he was suffocating. His chest tightening until it ached and his hands shaking as she stared at him. In the middle of a fight he had to get something in his damned eyeballs.

She just looked at him then, her lips pressed into a thin line and her brow although furrowed a moment before smoothed slowly. Her hands relaxed on the covers and sighing heavily she just looked at him.

It took him several breaths and a lot of blinking to realize. He rubbed at his eyes over and over, confused by the sheer amount of water coming out of his face until something began to dawn on him. Something awful.

Oh shit… no.

Breathing in deeply he stared at his fingers, wet with moisture and trembling, rubbing at his cheek with the back of his hand.

“Sasuke.” It was the first time she spoke in nearly five hours now. Swallowing hard he turned his startled dark eyes from his soaked fingers to her face trying to decipher the arrangement of her features.

The only thing he could figure out was that she looked… soft.

With the same depth of feeling as her expression she sighed. “Why are you crying?”

It was so irrational that she should be asking him such a thing. God damn it she had been laying there weeping a second ago. If anyone should be asking that it should be him, right?

But even as he made a face bred from disgust and revulsion he wiped more tears from his cheeks and sucked in air hard to try to calm himself. 

It was monumentally disorienting not knowing why his body was doing what it was doing.

She stood then, taking the three steps from her bed to him with her hands in her back pockets, her chin wobbling as she stared at him, cocking her head to the right. He loved it when she did that, when her hair cascaded down the side of her body and her bangs slid along her cheek and forehead like an ink spill along the curve of her pale skin.

His chest was heaving and his throat was tightening and if she touched him he wasn’t sure what he was going to do, so he just looked at her and tried to get a grip on his sanity because it felt like it was slipping rather quickly out of his tear soaked fingers.

What had she asked again?

Sasuke, why are you crying?

Goddamnit, goddamnit.

Because… that moronic blonde had tickled her and he hated that his hands had been on her. The idiot had made her blush and Hinata didn’t blush at home, or hadn’t in so long it was foreign and it made him wonder if maybe she was nervous and if she was nervous then maybe it was because this wasn’t just a friend it was something else and what kind of something else could it be that made a girl blush?

And he didn’t want to move away, he didn’t want to go anywhere, but he couldn’t even think about walking into the apartment to see them holding hands let alone anything else. The thought of Naruto spending the night in her room was enough to make him light headed.

This was his fault, for introducing them. This fight was his fault because he had started by telling her she was being slutty which was not only untrue but also unkind and Hinata didn’t deserve it. And when she had asked him why he was so upset he had snapped at her that she should know. Even as she tried to convince him she and Naruto were just friends. 

How could she know what upset him if he didn’t know?

“Just… don’t lie.” And now her own eyes were filling with tears again, although they were more bearable since her voice accompanied them. “Don’t lie, okay? Why are you crying?”

There was that damned question again. Why are you crying?

He glared back, swallowing the growing knot in his throat again and again. 

Why are you crying? 

I don’t want you with him. 

I don’t want you with anyone. 

I don’t want to see it.

I don’t even want to imagine it.

I don’t want to think about it as a possibility. 

I just want…

I just want you.

“…I love you.” 

She didn’t move or respond, just smiled sadly an unaffected. It had been a long time since he said that. Somewhere along the age of 12 saying they loved each other had been out of bounds. But they had said it in other ways and so she didn’t really bat an eyelash, just gazed at him. 

But this wasn’t the kind of I love you that he had been saying to her by bringing her coffee to her room when she was extra exhausted on a weekend, or allowing her to pick the movie they were watching on a Friday night. 

This I love you made him reach up with both hands into his hair in a panic, watching as something flickered over her face as she read his eyes. 

Slowly straightening she took a step back, lips parting in surprise even as he began to pant with something that felt shockingly similar to horror. 

“Oh god.” He choked. There were no more tears at least, he could thank his lucky stars for that. instead he laced his hands behind his head and tried to keep from passing out as he stared at her and watched the color drain from her face. 

“…y..you what?” 

He was doing a lot of blinking, over and over. His eyes were a rapid shutter camera taking stills of her gaping at him, the horror that was in a dog fight with ardor in his chest captured candidly in his lens. 

It was out now though. There was no taking it back, and so he swallowed and let the burn rise over his skin, setting him slowly but surely on fire. 

“I love you.”

And when he said love he sounded like he wanted to say adore, need, want, desire, cherish. 

Her eyes were swimming again, bright and sparkling in her face by the dim light of the lamp and he waited, unable to breathe for her guillotine of a reply.

Instead she let out a soft wet laugh, rubbing her face with the sleeve of his sweater. 

“F..finally.” 

She had not quite finished saying the single word before he had his lips on her, his breath a rapid painful gasp against her skin where he trailed from under her jaw up, along the curve of her cheek. He almost asked if it was okay. 

She didn’t let him though. 

It was hard to get a grip on the electric shock that ran up and down his spine as she pressed her mouth to his, as his tongue felt the smoothness of her bottom lip. How many times had he ripped his thoughts from her mouth and chided himself for ever even allowing them to enter his head? 

She stole his air, her fingers in his hair and her moan caught between his teeth as he pressed her hips hard against his. 

Of course he loved her, he always had. Of course he was furious, jealous, shaken by a new flirting friend. Of course he was a the real moron. 

Gasping against her mouth he felt her fingers beneath his shirt, pushing the fabric up. 

“I’m sorry.” His voice didn’t sound like himself. This creature speaking was young and scared and drunk. Fragile. 

“Shush.” Hinata panted back and her mouth recaptured his, pulling him by a belt loop against her body again. He wasn’t sure he recognized her either. When had she ever told him to be quiet before? 

Fingers fumbling, hair a disarray she pulled his shirt over his head and heart writhing in his chest he realized what she was doing too late to even decide if he wanted to protest. 

Although it was rather unlikely that he would have been able to manage the moral fortitude to stop her as she pulled his sweater and then her tank top over her head. 

“Wait.” He just managed, even as he kissed her, again and again, bruising the delicate skin of her lips with the increasing desperation and force of his onslaught. “Wait- tell me you’re sure.” 

Soft chest rising and falling fast against the hard planes of his torso she cocked her head and kissed him back with the same desperate hunger he could feel already overtaking his limbs. Without faltering her hands, small around his pulled him closer, pressing the palms of his trembling hands up along the small of her back to the tight strap of her bra. 

“Undo it.” 

Blood pumping in an ocean crash through his ears and his forehead pressed against hers he breathed, allowing himself one second to glance at the clock on her nightstand.

12:01 am. 

It was a new day. 

As his fingers undid the clasp of her bra he shook, sliding his hands along her skin to release her from the slack folds of the fabric.

So many years of being her home. So many years of holding her hand, and making sure he never wanted more.

And then half an hour.

Her voice was sending goosebumps along every exposed inch of skin, even as she pulled him and he pushed her down against the softness and warmth of her bed. 

Just half an hour. 

And the whole world changed.

Not Yet

First attempt at a gender bender AU. Never done this before- it’s harder than I anticipated. 
Hinata=Hinato
Sasuke=Sasuki
Sakura=Sakuro
Kiba=Kabi
Shino=Shina
Naruto=Naruko
Gaara=Gaari



Hinato was just trying to stay under the radar. Even as he gazed longingly at the front of the class, eyeing the animated shape of a particular blonde girl.

A pair of hands slamming onto his desk shattered the possibility of discretion and he jumped, biting back a scathing remark with some effort. Not a lot got under his skin. Laid back and generally smiling he was a favorite of most of his classmates and although he couldn’t believe it and adamantly denied it, a favorite of the girls in class. 

It helped that his two best friends happened to be girls. Shina and Kabi were the protective types and had been with him so long that any possibility of a relationship had dwindled to nothing right around the time they were young enough to pick each other’s noses. Something about that kind of comfort just didn’t allow for romantic feelings. 

“You’re pathetic.” Kabi sighed, shoving her mane of wild brown hair back from her face as she leaned her elbows on his desk. Hinato sunk deeper into his chair, hands stuffed in his pockets to keep himself from fiddling nervously, dark hair falling across his face to hide the nervous shift of his eyes. 

Shina had spoken to Kabi a million times now about not leaning on his desk like that. The unnecessary amount of cleavage that was always on display when she did it almost always gave Hinato a nosebleed even when he was adamantly looking away. But Kabi had the attention span of a squirrel on acid and so here she was again, making heat rise slow and steady to Hinato’s cheeks. 

Her bra was teal colored and ruffly. He had caught a glimpse of the strap and part of the cup and absently while freaking out inside his head he wondered that it was rather contrary to any underwear he could have pictured Kabi wearing. 

Not that he ever pictured her in anything other than full outfits! Or pictured her at all! Like ever! 

Since Hinato didn’t reply Kabi glanced at Shina, cocking her head in her palms, butt stuck out as she leaned on the desk. “What’s his problem? He looks sick.”

Sighing the quiet girl sitting next to them pushed her glasses up her nose. “Stand up straight, Kabi. You’re flashing.”

“OH!” Laughter erupted from the loud mouth’s lungs in a spurt while Hinato tried not to become molten lava. 

“You’re such a perv.” And her punch on his shoulder made Hinato shrink further into his seat, eyeing the front row where Naruko sat chatting amiably and excitedly with the redheaded Gaari.

“Shss.” He finally managed, shooting a desperate look at Kabi. “Please. Please be quiet.”

“Ohhhh.” Kabi replied glancing over her shoulder at the blonde head framed with twin pigtails waving her arms around excitedly. “You know… at least if she thought you were a perv she would know you existed. That’s a step in the right direction, no?”

“No!” Hinato’s pale eyes shot back to Kabi. “God… Kabi, please… sit down.” He jutted his chin out to the chair at the desk next to him. “Please.”

“Pfft.” Smirking his friend complied, rolling her eyes. “You’re never going to get her to go out with you if you just stare at her all the time.”

“I don’t-” Hinato began and stopped because the sliding door of the class room slammed open and in walked Iruka-sensei with a pair of students in uniform he had never seen before following behind. 

“Settle down, settle down.” Iruka called lazily, waving a hand. “Come on, everyone take a seat. We have to introduce our transfer students and then get right down to business with our geographic presentations or we’re not going to have enough time.”

Buzzing with excitement now the class scrambled to their chairs, whispering at each other, eyes flickering to and fro between the two students hanging out at the front. 

One of them was a tall boy, broad shouldered and even through his shirt Hinato could see the definition of the muscles beneath the fabric. With his tie neatly done and his smile easy and a bit on the shy side he shifted his weight, running a hand through his shock of pink hair. 

“This is Sakuro and Sasuki.” Iruka began, and continued, droning on about their past school, their extracurricular preferences and other things that faded in the background.

Craning his head slightly to see past a class mate’s shoulders Hinato tried to get a glimpse of the other student only to freeze, stunned to stillness as his gaze met hers.

Her hair was a blanket of night, sucking in the light and turning it into shadow within the folds of the black mantle. Cut straight at the small of her back it framed her pale features severely. Only an elegance beyond normal could handle such aggressive contrast. And she possessed something beyond normal, that was for sure. 

Her black eyes cut through the crowd, narrowing sharp and vicious on his from the other side of the room and without meaning to a sound chirruped out of Hinato’s throat, a strangled choked sound.

Burning instantly he sank in his chair, staring at his desk with his jaw set hard and his hands clenched in his pockets while the class giggled at his reaction. 

With his head down he missed the intense expression on Sasuki’s face, her unwavering stare on him a laser beam that blasted through all the obstacles blocking him from view. 

Because he was not looking up he missed not just her stare, but also the hardly visible upturn of her full pink lips into a slight smirk.

Rolling his eyes beside her Sakuro sighed. “Don’t torture him, Sasuki.” 

Whispering as Iruka continued with his ongoing introduction Sasuki allowed herself one full predatory smile. 

“Mind your own business. Looks like you have your hands full without meddling in mine.” And her eyes slid to the right where a blonde blue eyed girl stared, eyes all encompassing as they took in Sakuro before blushing hard and turning away to her desk, blinking as though trying to clear the thoughts in her brain. 

Sakuro eyed her for a second and then smirked a little. “She’s kind of cute.”

So is he. Sasuki agreed, glancing back to the flushing face of the gray eyed boy at the back of the class. Not that she was willing to admit it out loud.

 At least… not yet. 

Easter Egg Hunt

He could not believe the stupidity of the Hokage. 

“You are an idiot.” He said it again, just to make sure that the blonde shadow clone standing next to him appearing increasingly sheepish understood how much he disliked him in that moment. 

The Naruto clone grinned, all embarrassment and humiliation in a package of gold and sunshine. “I don’t think this can be all my fault. If you and Hinata had bothered to help me-”

“We did help. If I do recall we were babysitting your spawn. If I had known you were hiding actual eggs all over the village I would have been less obliging.” Sasuke snapped sharply. 

Naruto sighed then. “Okay, okay… so the eggs not found may rot, that’s not a big deal though is it? Maybe some raccoons or something will get a nice treat out of it.”

“Or they could rot and stink worse than hell. You’re forgetting your wife is pregnant again. If she smells rotting eggs walking down the street-” Sasuke didn’t even have to finish that sentence, Naruto’s face pinched tightly as though he was sucking on a lime peel. “Okay. No. We have to find them for sure!” Images of Sakura green and sick followed by her fury at realizing it was his fault flashed through his mind and accelerated his heart beat into a frantic pulse.

To accent his worry a handful of Naruto’s popped up beside him in clouds of white and Sasuke rolled his eyes again as he pushed another patch of grass aside to check for brightly colored decorated eggs. 

“Where is your wife though?” One of the Naruto clones asked, and the other handful chorused in various tones “Yeah?” 

“I’m here!” 

She appeared through the trees at the outskirts of town in her Easter dress, white as snow, and covered in tiny pastel hand prints courtesy of their children. Sasuke had thought that she would think it was a ruined dress when their eldest had promptly painted his hand on his mother’s skirt but to his surprise Hinata had been delighted, proceeding to take all the babies with their candy colored palms to her skirt. 

In her arms were over a dozen eggs in various shades of pink, yellow, blue and green. 

“Oh wow!” Naruto was so thankful that all but one of his clones dissipated. “Oh thank god. Hinata, you’re a life saver.”

“She’s a Hyuuga.” Sasuke scoffed. “Those eyes can find anything.”

Raising her chin just a little Hinata shot him a look, it had the same effect as being glared at by a kitten. “I’m an Uchiha.” Her voice was firm. “Uchiha eyes see everything.”

Naruto smirked and glanced at his friend only to grin even more broadly at the red tint rising to Sasuke’s face. 

“Right.” He began, ignoring her satisfied grin as she wandered over and careful to not crush the eggs kissed his nose. “My mistake.”