Hinata stepped into the brightly lit store, with pop music playing over the loudspeakers.
In Good Spirits [SasuHina - Rated T]
The wind passed through the tree as a whisper, making no sound of its own but rustling the leaves and bushes as it brushed by.
House Husband [ItaHina - Rated T]
“By converting the location to be a luxury resort, we hope to bring Hyuga into the new era.” The presentation ended, and the lights came back on. There was a round of polite claps that all slowly stopped as the attendees realized the head of the table wasn’t clapping.
Better Late [SasuHina - Rated T]
Sasuke flinched as Naruto bumped back into him again. He gave him a not-very gentle shove with his good arm, accompanied by a glare that was happily ignored with a big dumb smile and an apology that would feel more sincere if he even tried to be careful.
Selfish [HidaHina - Rated M]
The sun rays outside the window beaming over her desk were making her drowsy. It was warm and had the oddest feeling of nostalgia that she couldn’t place.
Lavender Lights [DeiHina - Rated T]
“Do you know what he called us in here for?” Hanabi asked impatiently, leaning against the wall beside their father’s office.
The Yakuza and Miss Bunny [KisaHina - Rated T]
Hinata strolled between the short desks that were grouped in squares. Tiny hands holding crayons in their fists did their best to stay inside the lines.
A Kiss Between Strangers [GaaHina - Rated T]
Hinata ran her fingers into the sand just shy of her beach towel. The bonfire in the middle of the group cracked and gave off almost too much heat.
The Best Revenge [ShikaHina - Rated T]
Hinata tried not to let the disappointment show on her face as she stared into the mirror.
Heart Shaped Gifts [InoHina - Rated T]
Ino loved gifts.
It's clear that first lines are not my strong suit. XD
You come for the tropes and happy ending not the hook.
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Hinata enjoyed nights like this: The moon was full, shining brightly in the dark sky. Their apartment so quiet you could hear a pin drop. And the two of them, looking into each other's eyes after having a night of passion.
She caressed the side of her boyfriend's face softly. A smile on her lips as she adored the way he looked right back at her.
This was love, this was her love.
If someone were to tell her she'd end up like this in the past, well she'd just dismiss it as silly. Sure enough though, life made a way for the two of them to get together.
Deidara wasn't rich or famous. He didn't come from a powerful family or had anything noteworthy about him. He was just an art major who owned an art studio, and Hinata fell in love with that.
He liked to call her his muse both in and out of the bedroom, because it was true. He adored everything about Hinata, and wanted to encapsulate her in his art, as many times as possible.
Not a day goes by where he has a goofy lovestruck smile on his face, whenever he's with her. Hinata was just as bad too.
All in all, they loved each other sincerely and deeply. And that was enough for them.
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Pairing: DeidaraHinata
Word count: 1358
Soulmate au: Deidara/Hinata - The one where your first touch leaves a mark in that spot shaped like a heart and colored in your favorite color
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Chapter 182: Deidara/Hinata
She was crying when they met for the first time. Unsurprising; she spent most of her time those days crying. Forced in to an arranged marriage when she had not found her soulmate by the age her father set, her days hadn’t been happy since she was fifteen years old. As much as she had been made to understand the advantages in merging her bloodline with that of the Uchiha she had never been able to bring herself to ask what it was Fugaku offered her father to convince him to set aside clan pride and sell his eldest daughter to the clan that had always been their biggest rivals. Hiashi had spent most of her life spewing hatred for the Uchiha, calling them smug and overrated, so she couldn’t imagine what had changed his mind.
Her marriage to Sasuke was not a happy one in many ways. They had both been too young when they were matched and already they carried too many expectations on their shoulders. He was too distant and she too shy to reach across that distance, he was too angry over the lack of attention from his elder brother and she terrified of the fact that her younger sister would soon surpass her. Neither of them wanted this union or even to be married at all – and if they had neither of them would have chosen the other. It was a marriage doomed from the very beginning.
Puberty, of course, only made things worse. Duty was one of the only things they shared in common and they were both more than aware that to share their bodies with anyone else would be to shame their families. So they tried. And they failed. Hinata wondered sometimes if it was simply her nature that encouraged her to take the blame for all of it on to her own shoulders or if some of the things Sasuke said to her would have had someone braver than her standing up for themselves.
It didn’t matter. What mattered was talking her way out of the nights when her husband took it in to his head that they should try again for the sake of the children they were expected to produce. Knowing that his desire was born only out of duty turned her stomach but at least he had never tried to force her, only tried to convince her with angry words that did nothing to stoke the fires her mother had once described to her.
Evading such attention was what had driven her from her home that afternoon. Hinata crouched on a fallen log and scrubbed at her wet cheeks, telling herself that she should at least be thankful that Sasuke wasn’t the sort of person who turned to drink to deal with his problems. If she had little in life to be grateful for, well, there was that. Another sniffle escaped and very nearly covered the sound of a soft footfall behind her. Hinata stiffened, activating her Byakugan and gasping when she saw a figure swathed in a long cloak sneaking up behind her left shoulder.
In an instant she was up off the log and falling in to the best defensive stance she could. The man behind her lifted his one visible eyebrow until it disappeared among wavy blond hair.
“Yeah, you won’t do much in a stance that crap. Geez, what are they teaching you guys in that village? Your arms are fine where they are but your feet are sloppy!”
Hinata blinked. “What?”
“That’s what I should be asking. What are you doing out here alone and crying?” When he tilted his head it sent his high ponytail cascading over one shoulder. “Aren’t you Konoha guys all about no man left behind or something? It seems a little weird for them to allow you to be out here all on your own, un.”
“I’m not sure my husband has noticed that I’m gone.” Sadly, that was what she was hoping for. His regard for her could often be summed up as ‘out of sight, out of mind’ and if he did not see her around their unhappy home in the evenings then it would not cross his mind to try and convince her once again that they should lie together for another mutually unsatisfying night.
“Huh. Well. You could always throw a bit of art at him and free yourself up to find a new husband.”
The stranger grinned in a way that told her the art he was referring to had nothing to do with the heavy clay pots she was suddenly imagining crashing down over Sasuke’s head. It was kind of a funny image, though, and Hinata was as surprised by the quiet giggle that bubbled up between her tears as he seemed to be.
“Much better, un.”
“What sort of art do you throw at someone?” she couldn’t help asking. His grin was so wild and sudden it set her heart thrumming frantically in her chest.
“Art is an explosion!”
“Oh. Alright then.” Unsure of how to respond to that, she offered a calm acceptance.
He stared back at her, perplexed by her non-reaction, then huffed. “Well that won’t do. Where’s your enthusiasm? Come on, I’ll show you what I mean. Apparently you need someone to show you what true art should look like!” One pretty blue eye rolled with exasperation while the wind caught his bangs and lifted them enough for her to see some sort of mechanical contraption covering his other. What it was for she couldn’t imagine but she had little time to wonder.
Later it would occur to her as odd that she hadn’t felt threatened in any way when he stepped towards her, feet shifting out of her admittedly sloppy defensive stance and not bothering to resist when he reached for her arm to pull her away somewhere else. Hinata followed along easily, curious about what he had to show her. It wasn’t like she had anywhere important to be nor anyone to miss her while she took the time to satisfy her interest. She felt a thrill race through her just imagining what her husband or father might do if they knew she had allowed a strange man to lead her off in to the woods before she even asked for his name.
The clearing he led her to was large and empty, pretty if one were the sort to appreciate nature’s bounty, but the moment the man let go of her arm Hinata’s attention was drawn to something else entirely. Where he had touched her there remained a small mark that she recognized as soon as she saw it. A small heart colored in a pretty shade of red sat low on her upper arm, the mark of a soulmate’s first touch.
Her stupor was broken by a low whistle and when she looked up the man was staring down at the small purple heart resting squarely in the center of the hand he had touched her with.
“Damn. Wasn’t expecting that,” he mumbled. Then he lifted his head to give her an appraising look that had her fidgeting with a familiar attack of shyness. “Got to say, I could definitely have done a lot worse. What’s your name, Konoha?”
“Ah! M-my name is Hyuga Hinata. It’s wonderful to meet you.”
The man laughed, lips pulling up in to another wild grin. “Un, I am pretty awesome, right? The name’s Deidara. Guess since you’re my soulmate I’m sort of responsible for you in a way. What do you say we go show whatever dumbass husband forgets about you what I mean when I say art is an explosion?”
His smile was blinding and for some reason he didn’t seem put off by her retiring behavior. Whatever it was he meant by that Hinata felt completely at ease as she took his hand and let him lead her away again. Though they had just met she could already tell that she would follow this man wherever he wanted to go – and that their time together would be explosive in every sense of the word.
