Title: Spirit

Author: Jasmine Starlight

Universe: Naruto

Rating: M

Word Count: 423

Spoilers: not at all…

Warnings: romance. Implied smut. Perhaps some fluff toward the end.

Time Started: 07:50 AM 12/19/05

Time Completed: 05:56 PM 12/19/05

Pairing (s): Hinata x Sasuke

A/N: It seems people really liked my one-shots with this pairing. It's a Christmas themed one. Prior to the Redemption angst. And yes I still take requests.

Dedication: Ichirin-No-Hana

It all had to be done before Sasuke arrived home; home was a large two bedroom apartment with a lot of empty wall space and a never used fireplace. Sasuke did not have a decorator's eye, it seemed.

But it didn't matter to Hinata; she merely poofed up some clones and the work was ready to be done. The garlands were tasteful and not gaudy, the ornaments, ancient, the tree was 100 natural pine. Hinata was sure Sasuke was allergic to peanuts. Or pine nuts. Or polka dots.

As soon as the decorations were completed, the clones were dispatched and Hinata began preparing the food. Stew, she thought would be appropriate, as she didn't have the time to bake something.

She would be baking something else, ninja shaped somethings, and those would take up the majority of her time, because of how much detail they required. But if it got down to the wire, she could always rely on her backup.

Soon the stew was stewing on the stove, the cookies baking, the frosting cooling, and then it was done. There was nothing else left to do.

The presents were under the (very tastefully decorated) tree, the fire was going, and the Sasuke was not yet walking through the door.

No matter, Hinata still had time for one more gift.

But the time flew fast and Hinata finished and sat on the sofa and waited, she had timed it right for she did not have to wait long, for soon she heard the key the lock and the screech as the door opened.

There was no way Hinata could have anticipated the look on his face.


Later when he'd begrudgingly eaten the Hokage-shaped cookies and unwrapped the brightly colored presents, and the fire was dying down, they lay together on the couch wrapped in a blanket, and Hinata thought if she could remember this moment for the rest of her life. She could die happy.

Even later when he picked her up and tossed her on their bed, he saw her special present to him.