A/N: white_knuckle challengefic. Fandom: Naruto. Pairing:
Sasuke/Naruto. Title: "Hummingbird." Line: "May I have this
dance?" Also, I used a little Mexican tradition in here too.
Let's play "spot the author's little trick."
Written because, as the requester said, this is the only way to
get me to do a proper SasuNaru anymore. XD
The hummingbird's wings move so fast that hardly anyone can see
them. There is some old shinobi folktale that, if you can count
how many times a hummingbird flaps its wings in a minute every
time without fail, then you are in love. Because when you are
in love, time stops for you.
So you can count the wingbeats.
You can count . . .
Sasuke's heart is loud in Naruto's ears. Loud and familiar.
If you think you'll never hear a thing again, you'll remember it
forever. Once, Naruto thought that he would never hear this
again. Several times, in fact, he has thought this.
Sasuke's heartbeat will be in his ears until the day he dies.
"May I have this dance?" Sasuke says it mockingly, smirking all
the while and pantomiming a bow even as he spreads the three
kunai clenched between the knuckles of each hand. Six in all,
like claws. Naruto thinks that would be a more appropriate
trick for himself and his fox.
"Why the hell not?" He shrugs lazily and grins in reply,
flicking shuriken into his own fingers and mimicking Sasuke's
hold. He copies Sasuke's tricks and makes them better. That is
why he considers his abilities are superior to the Sharingan.
Because they are something he studies, not a gift of his
bloodline, not any kind of birthright.
When Sasuke and Naruto dance, they don't do it like normal
people. If you miss a step, you won't get your foot stepped on-
you'll just die.
They both consider dying less embarrassing anyway.
It starts. Sasuke throws his kunai.
Sakura's deft hands are sewing up a damaged wedding kimono. It
is not hers, which bothers her much less than it once would
have. Ino sits beside her, stitching up the other side. From
the other side of the room, Naruto watches their fingers dip and
rise again and again, thinking about the time he saw Sasuke in a
kimono almost this exact shade of green, among other more
disjointed things, like the tears in Hinata's eyes as she
watches the other girls from her place behind him.
The girls' needles flicker across the fabric like swift silver
fish through a green river, flaring in the light each time they
surface and never stopping to breathe. Hinata wraps her arms
around one of Naruto's and her tears fall like shooting stars
with no wishes left in them.
Hanabi wears her river-green wedding clothes, her face torn
between a frightened pallor and a humiliated flush. Neji stands
beside her, himself uncomfortably ill at ease and wearing a dark
Among the watchers, a few of the elder Hyugas offer patronizing
smiles in way of "reassurance." Hanabi looks like she is about
to kill something. Neji looks like he has just found out
exactly how bad Hell really is and been given a one-way ticket.
Sasuke's eyes are closed and he is pretending not to hear
anything of the ceremony. Naruto's nails have dug so deeply
into his palms that even the kyuubi's chakra won't be able to
erase the scars. Sakura is wringing the hem of her dress as
hard as if she's trying to draw blood herself.
They couldn't stop it, but they had to be here.
It's over. The sympathetic flinch and glance from Hinata to
Neji; the cruel smirk as they do the same. Hinata's face is so
perfectly blank that even Neji could never read it.
Hanabi and Neji walk down the aisle without looking at each
other, step by defeated step.
The reception. The air is cold and sharp and the sun hangs low
in the sky, like it's trying to drag all the color in the world
out with it. Sasuke and Naruto stand side-by-side, watching
smiling girls dance with fascinated boys in the street before
them. Pretending not to be watching Hanabi and Neji as they
stand side-by-side too, both clearly terrified even if they are
"May I have this dance?" Sasuke's voice, but not mocking like
usual. Just quiet and calm and expectant, like the hand held
out for Naruto's.
Naruto takes it and matches his rival's movements: a real mirror
wheel, the two of them spinning around each other and one
perfectly mimicking the other. Neither would ever say who was
leading, and perhaps neither really is. Either way, they
pretend there's no such thing as responsibility and step
together in perfect unison.
It's been a month since the wedding. Sasuke and Naruto haven't
spoken since. It's not that they haven't seen each other, it's
just that they just haven't had anything to say. Sakura is a
little worried, because every day they go out and train and eat
together, but neither ever says a word to his companion.
Sakura has heard that if you wear a hummingbird pendant around
your neck, it means you are searching for love. But she really
doesn't think that such a thing is necessary. She can read
loneliness as easily as she counts the minutes until Lee
It is spring. Hinata is pregnant and won't say who the father
is. Hanabi still won't sleep in the same room as Neji and he
isn't complaining. Naruto wears a hummingbird necklace and
Sakura does not.
Sasuke is looking at a flower. There is a hummingbird dancing
He counts . . .
* finite *
. : love comes on wings : .