|Springtime of Youth
Author: Danko Kaji PM
Words rarely exchanged and touches subtly given is silent love cultivated in its truest form. .::SasuHina::. An assortment of drabbles.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance - Hinata H. & Sasuke U. - Chapters: 13 - Words: 6,375 - Reviews: 68 - Favs: 25 - Follows: 17 - Updated: 08-22-09 - Published: 02-16-09 - id: 4867357
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A Little Dose of SasuHina Love - No. 1: Humiliation
The ointment she applied stung. It stung like hell.
He twitched, signature scowl visible on his scary, mean face. A dark cloud hung over his head. Humiliation. Utter humiliation.
Somewhere in the background, Naruto laughed his ass off like there was no tomorrow. "Take it like a man, teme!"
He wanted to kill someone. Anyone. Preferably Naruto. Or Neji. Or both. It would make him feel better. Much better.
"Just a little while longer," she reassured quietly. Shy, delicate, and compassionate. Like an angel.
He loved her. Believe it or not, her loved her to death. But not even love could stop the pain from flooding in. The excruciating, agonizing pain.
Hinata massaged the open, infected cut on his arm with rubbing alcohol. It didn't sting. No, it burned.
It burned with the white-hot intensity of a thousand suns. Like his love for this cute-but-not-cool girl, and his hatred for all sweet things and fangirls.
He flinched, and grunted, and swore. She restrained from covering her young ears. "Bear with me, Sasuke," she cajoled, "Please?"
"Will you hurry it up," he spat slowly through gritted teeth, jaw tense.
Her lower lip shook, hurt by his steely words. "S-sorry..." Hinata hung her head in shame. Dejection weighed her heart.
Sasuke felt like crap. Like he had just raped his mom.
Silence. Awkward, heavy silence.
Naruto died. He had died in his own laughter. No wonder it was so quiet.
Hinata finished wrapping the cut with bandages, and lowered her fidgety hands. Nervousness stifled her voice, and replaced it with her infamous timidity. How annoying.
He had to do something to cheer her up, or else face her cousin's wrath. A nightmare he didn't want to face. Yet.
So, Sasuke cheered her up in the only way he knew how.
"...thank you," he grumbled, self-conscious. Why me?
Hinata's frown turned upside down. "You... y-you're welcome." He got shot by a cupid's arrow. For the 435th time this week.
Because I am a bastard in love. How humiliating.
(A/N): First dabble of this story! Wohoo! Always wanted to write one, but nothing came to mind. Until tonight, that is. I have more floating around in my head, but I am open to ideas and requests.
My favorite three lines:
1) Sasuke felt like crap. Like he had just raped his mom.
2) Naruto died. He had died in his own laughter. No wonder it was so quiet.
3) It burned with the white-hot intensity of a thousand suns. Like his love for this cute-but-not-cool girl, and his hatred for all sweet things and fangirls.
Share me your favs. X3