Title: Purple Crazed
Pairing: SasuHina
Author: Idle Writer of Crack (Melodramatic Writer)
Author’s Note:

This was collecting dust. Beware; it’s rusty so…grammatical errors galore!

This is a spur of the moment one-shot so the characters might be a little out of it. I think its fun to see them go wild, don’t you?

Skin remarkably pale, the Uchiha couldn’t stop shivering as the cold seeped through his torn, grunge covered sweater and shirt. To make matters worse he was soaking wet to the bone.

For the past two weeks Kakashi has been training them mercilessly (well, rather unkindly if you ignore the dramatics) in the snow covered terrain surrounding Konoha. Unfortunately for Sasuke this meant getting all his good sweaters filthy and tattered with the extreme practice fights.

Despite the fact it was all good for experience in another environment setting, Sasuke did not like the fact that he had to freeze his ass off and buy new clothes.

Cuz…he hated buying clothes.

For where there are clothes there are bound to be females.

And...the presence of the opposite sex meant vicious harpies who called themselves The Sasuke Fan Club.

Oooh, the Uchiha survivor was so not looking forward to this.

x

There was something wrong; Sasuke seriously thought he was going insane.

He was staring at a purple sweater. A fluffy purple sweater. It looked so soft and warm…

Sasuke melted.

‘It’s the cold,’ he thought frantically reaching for the garment. ‘It’s the God damned cold.’

Icy fingers brushed across the fabric and Sasuke felt giddy. He wanted to giggle.

Oh Gods, he was going mad.

x

Hinata Hyuga was a calm girl. Today, however, she was not.

Pedestrians stepped back in surprise as they watched the usually demure Hyuga heir fly down the street, a disconcerting aura emitting from her.

Hinata had been eyeing a specific sweater for the past…three weeks. It was thick, fluffy and…purple. Everyone at the Hyuga compound knew that the heiress had an unhealthy obsession with the colour purple.

Like chocolate addicts, really.

She breathed and lived off of the colour. Her clothes were different shades of it, her kimonos were fashionably made with purple silk, and her bedroom displayed the array of purple hues…she was a purple crazed maniac.

And Hinata Hyuga felt it. That feeling that snapped within you when you know something bad just happened. Her eyes narrowed. Someone had just touched her sweater…was thinking of buying it.

(How did she even know that? Even the author is amazed…o.O)

It was very uncharacteristic of her to snap but it was purple and fluffy and-! One does not go wrong with that.

Therefore Hinata was going to find this fiend and get her sweater! (insert mad cackle)

x

Sasuke pulled.

Frowning, he tugged before realizing that someone else was holding the sweater.

He arched an eyebrow, following the hand clasped tightly on the sweater towards the face. The expression of a wide eyed Hinata Hyuga greeted him.

“Hn,” he grunted and pulled.

The Hyuga heiress’s grip on his sweater remained.

“Are you going to let go anytime soon?” He glared and was shocked to see her glaring right back, fiercer than he ever saw her stare at anyone.

“There are more sweaters! Pick something else!”

“I want this one!” He heaved.

“P-Purple isn’t your colour!” Hinata snarled, dragging the article to herself with equal amount of force.

“I don’t give a damn about what you think, now let go!” Sasuke bellowed, pulling ferociously.

Hinata yanked back.

“You let go!” she yelped.

“Hyuga, you’re annoying me.”

“And I could say the same for you-you little black duckling!” Hinata shrieked.

Sasuke couldn’t believe what he was hearing… “Did you just call me a black duckling?”

His eyebrows were twitching suspiciously.

“Have you seen your hair? And you waddle as if you’re King of the World. Seriously, it amazes me.”

Sasuke exploded.

“ME?! Let’s talk about you…have you looked in a mirror recently Hyuga? ALL YOU SEE IS PURPLE! Gah, wear a different colour now and again. You are quite dull to look at. Gods, have you ever heard of change?”

“Take your own advice! You look utterly stupid with those high collars. Invest in a mask, please! It’s better for the world to not see your face every day.”

“I’m wounded. Now…LET GO!”

It was disturbing to see Hinata Hyuga and Sasuke Uchiha lose it over a purple sweater but strangely hilarious as they continued the tug of war, growling at each other as if they were pups. The onlookers loved every minute of it.

Fate was on Hinata’s side for, because the commotion in the store, Sakura Haruno and Ino Yamanaka had just walked in to investigate.

Eyes growing wide, both girls screeched simultaneously.

“SASUKE-KUN!”

A blur of pink and yellow tackled the Uchiha, thus releasing his grip. Hinata giggled, hugging the sweater to her chest and bolted towards the cashier.

And poor Sasuke-kun? Let’s just say he was smothered with love.

x

It was out of guilt that she was doing this…really. It had nothing to do with the fact that Hinata actually enjoyed their repartee when she had lost it. Actually, recalling the way she had acted always left her flushed and embarrassed.

So, she was going to apologize.

x

When Sasuke Uchiha stepped out of his home decked in his new…black sweater and jacket, he found a curious package along with a white piece of paper. Opening the package first he stared dumbly at the fluffy, purple sweater. Turning to the paper he read,

You were right, Uchiha-san. I wear too much purple.

So consider this an early Christmas present.

H. Hyuga

Sasuke huffed, unconsciously letting a small smile escape him before he frowned.

This means I have to get her a Christmas present.

Sasuke groaned.

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End

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Merry Christmas! A bit of randomness never hurt anyone, right? Well I hoped you enjoyed this insanity. Hopefully I’ll do a sequel…I said hopefully.

Reviews wouldn’t hurt either…well, as long as they’re nice but alas! I can take on anything. ; )