Chocolate Kisses

genuine_vibes

2006-07-28T03:13:55Z

So my twin sister and I were talking.

Out of this talking came genuine_vibes. It's our shared fanworks journal! ♥ Please watch it if you'd like to read our (dbzangelx is my sister, fyi) works!

So, yeah. That means cocoa_pebbles is obsolete! :( Say bye-bye to this lovely journal! ♥

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Give Up; TenSasuTema

2006-07-18T18:13:38Z

Theme: 003 – Giving Up
Fandom/Pairing: Naruto/TemaTenSasu
Title: Give Up
Author: Ladii-Chocolate
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto.

Written for the thirtyforthree community. Dedicated to all the Tenten fangirls over at the tensasutema community.

“Give up,” Sasuke demands, holding his defeated opponent’s neck in a death grip with his arm. When she utters nothing in response – only splutters and produces gasping noises from within – he releases his grasp, and turns and walks away, leaving her behind to catch her breath.

With Temari, things are a lot more difficult to escape from. “Why don’t you just give up?” she sneers, but she never leaves. Instead, she continues to pound her rival ruthlessly, even after she cries out for mercy. Seeing her opposition writhe around below her feet seems to thrill her in unimaginable ways, and it is only when she grows bored that she ends the torture.

A battered and beaten Tenten mulls over these things daily: how they still manage to defeat her with similar tactics, how they always seem to tell her the same thing after her loss, and even how they both refuse to acknowledge the impressive fight she put up. They also seem to take delight in seeing the bruises the brunette sports a few days after said fights; then again, neither of them will actually voice it in words.

One thing is for certain, however.

They never stay long enough to actually hear her admit defeat.

But Tenten doesn’t give up – she keeps fighting. This resolve courses through every vein of her slender body. It might have originated from observing her teammate Lee, but Tenten likes to believe that her willpower came from her own determination to succeed.

But even though she possesses this overwhelming strength of mind, Tenten still gets told to give up, even to this day. Now, however, she sports a smile and merely returns to her home, where she retires early. Under the shelter and comfort of her blanket, she shuts her eyes and begins to dream. And deep within her imaginings, she continues to get told to give up – this time, for entirely different reasons.

“Give up,” Sasuke demands, loosening the ribbons that keep her buns intact. Rough hands soon travel greedily down his opponent’s pale skin, grabbing at things that don’t belong to him. He doesn’t release his grip, however, and this time, he doesn’t allow her to catch her breath.

With Temari, things are always a lot more difficult to escape from. “Why don’t you just give up?” she sneers, and like every other time, she never leaves. Instead, she continues to nip playfully at her rival’s neck, giving her lovebites that will remain there for a few days. Seeing her opposition squirm on the mattress beside her seems to excite her in inconceivable ways, and because she never grows bored, she never ends the torture.

A blushing Tenten goes over these things daily: how they manage to defeat her with different tactics each time, how they always seem to tell her the same thing after her loss, and even how they acknowledge the fight she never did put up in the first place. They also seem to take delight in seeing the bruises the brunette sports a few days after said fights; then again, neither of them will voice it in words.

One thing is for certain, however.

They always stay long enough to actually hear her admit defeat.

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Nightmares; TemaSasu

2006-07-18T17:55:45Z

Title: Nightmares
Author: Ladii-Chocolate
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: TemaSasu
Rating: PG
Warnings: N/A
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

Written for the 7snogs community.

Uchiha Sasuke suffers.

Perhaps his older brother is still the main cause of his affliction; the once lone Avenger hasn’t completely learned to accept that Itachi is still somewhere out there, perfectly healthy and well. Maybe his past misadventures with Orochimaru contribute to his inward difficulties; no one seems to know, not even him.

He doesn’t express his pain openly, but it is overly obvious to those around him. The uncomfortable shifting around his bed in the middle of the night, the frantic darting of black eyes that are seen when his new wife lights a lamp and eyes him in vague concern; they both seem to be the most evident to the ones who see him the most.

When he is fully awake, this only reminds him that there is something about the married life that just doesn’t suit him. Perhaps it is the fact that he’d been forced into this marriage by some stupid contract between his village and the former Kazekage. Maybe it is the fact that he had to become accustomed to sharing his bed with a snappy, bad-tempered woman rather quickly. He doesn’t know for sure, but he likes to think that she also adds to his problems.

But when said spouse holds his shuddering form in his arms after these frightening spells, giving him those embraces he feels like complaining about (but never has the strength to do so), and kisses him against the forehead, his suffering ameliorates just a little bit.

And most of the times, that’s just what he needs.

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A Green-Eyed Monster; TemaSasu

2006-07-18T17:50:55Z

Title: A Green-Eyed Monster
Author: Ladii-Chocolate
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: TemaSasu
Rating: PG
Warnings: N/A
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

Written for the 7snogs community.

“…I thought you said he’d be here by now, Forehead Girl.”

Haruno Sakura wrinkled her nose at her best friend’s teasing comment. Rolling her eyes, she glanced down at her watch and fought not to allow her worried thoughts get expressed on her facial features. “Maybe he’s a bit late,” she offered as a possible excuse. “No big deal.”

Yamanaka Ino folded her arms and ignored the way her stomach faintly informed her of its need to be filled. “We’re going to be late - really late. Are you sure you told him to meet us here? Maybe you told him to meet us at the restaurant.”

“I know what I said, Ino-pig. He’ll come sooner or later.”

Unbeknownst to the two young women, someone had been spying on them from several feet above. Successfully hidden within the dark green foliage of a towering tree, Temari of the Sand shifted a bit on the branch she’d been kneeling on. She too had been waiting on the same person Ino and Sakura had, and it’d been over forty-five minutes now. She grimaced lightly as she felt her knees cramp up. Damn him for taking so long…

Of course, she was fully aware that he wasn’t planning to meet with the Konoha kunoichi. Although he’d begrudgingly accepted their polite request to take him out to supper (it was a surprise that they’d actually wanted to go with him with each other), Temari was more than certain Uchiha Sasuke hadn’t meant it.

After all, hadn’t he said that he intended on going on a short walk before they met each other for training? Thinking back on what had happened just yesterday, Temari closed her eyes and leaned back against the supportive trunk of the tree, allowing her mouth to contort into a disgusted expression.

The two had been indulging in their own individual training sessions when the Suna native abruptly closed her fan and advanced towards her partner. “Why would you make a promise you don’t plan on keeping?” she’d asked him. In an instinctive motion, her arms found their way folded across her chest to show her irritation at the whole situation. “They’re not going to be very happy, you know.”

“And?” The eerie red glow of the Sharingan faded into Sasuke’s usual obscure eye color as he returned Temari’s glare. “If anything, it’ll keep them from bothering me for a while. I doubt they’d try looking for me – they’re more likely to just stand there and wait.”

The blonde’s mouth opened for a quick comeback, but she shut it to think over what he had just said. “You know what, Uchiha?” she said after a few moments, the small frown on her face relaxing into a more amiable expression. “You’re right. You were stupid, yes; but you’re right.”

He only smirked at the rushed insult, which seemed to make the kunoichi grow annoyed. “If I didn’t know any better, Temari…I’d say you were jealous.” Picking up the kunai he’d been using earlier and replacing it in his pouch, he said something else before he made to leave. “See you around.”

She had laughed outright at the small suggestion, although he was too far ahead to have actually heard her. This assumed superiority of his amused her greatly; she was determined on letting him know that she hadn’t taken anything that had transpired between him and the other two girls too seriously.

Still, the fact that he’d actually agreed to meet them stung a bit. There were plenty of other things he could have done, she figured. He always handled Ino and Sakura in several ways in the past, but they had never deviated from the normal “I’m busy” or “Do something else with yourselves”. He had never handled them this differently before, however, which puzzled (and angered) the Suna kunoichi to no end.

But she’d never admit it to anyone, especially him.

She’d also never admit that part of her hated him for choosing the day right before he accepted Ino and Sakura’s invitation to kiss her. She didn’t know what had accounted for his arbitrariness that night (truth be told, it had left her speechless); part of her even hated herself for liking the feeling of his lips against hers.

But no, she wasn’t envious of the other girls. She could never be.

From below, Ino broke the Suna native’s thoughts with one of her own. “I think you were too excited when he accepted, Sakura. You probably scared him off.”

“Shut up. You were the one squealing even before he left.”

Ino raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. “I think someone’s in denial…”

Temari chuckled again, but this time, it was a bitter sort of laughter aimed at the irony of the whole situation.

After all, Sasuke had said the same exact thing.

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Collision; TemaSasu

2006-06-16T18:47:32Z

Title: Collision
Author: Ladii-Chocolate
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: TemaSasu
Rating: PG
Word Count: 964
Warnings: None that I can think of!
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto.

Written for the 10_passions community.

It was the dead of the night when Temari of the Sand went out for a walk. She had opted for the short stroll around her new village when she realized that she just couldn’t fall asleep. This inability to catch a few winks had unnerved her more than anything else (it hadn’t ever happened before, truth be told), and so she snuck out of her rented apartment around two o’ clock. Having been already been well acquainted with the villagers within the short time of her stay, she knew no one would be awake at this time. To her, it was all the more better for some serious contemplation regarding her visit in Konoha.

Upon first arriving to the Village of the Leaves with the intention of establishing diplomatic relations with her fellow shinobi, she knew she would not wish to make it her home. Somewhere in between the many grievances of her lazy acquaintance Nara Shikamaru and the annoying insinuations about a nonexistent relationship she had with him from Uzumaki Naruto laid a strong sense of nostalgia. If there was ever a time in which she actually desired to see her brothers, this was it.

She sighed softly and decided to increase her speed to a steady gait. At this point, she was willing to do anything to clear her mind. She made up her mind to wear herself out as much as she possibly could. That way, she could retire to her quarters and have no other alternative but to fall asleep. It was only good for her, she reflected, breaking into a short and blind jog along the empty street. She had a B-ranked mission with Shikamaru the very next day, and she knew that she would need as much rest and relaxation as she could possibly fit in within the next few hours.

…

Uchiha Sasuke had been out on the bare streets of his village since the hours of darkness had first settled in over the town. He deemed it awkward to train with his teammates anymore, and so he took up private training sessions with himself. Unlike most people, solitary training provided him with a security parallel to nothing else he had experienced before, and with that sticking permanently within his mindset, he continued to make his nightly trips into the nearby forest.

It was now two-thirty, however, and he knew he was exhausted. The wisest thing to do was to cease training for tonight, so he acted on his instinct. All he wanted to do was to go home and collapse on his bed for a good three or four hours, but first, he had to make it there without collapsing along the way.

He had started with a weary walk before realizing the urgency of his fatigue and began to walk faster. Blind to everything around him, he cursed himself for his foolishness in pushing himself to the bare limits of his power, yet at the same time, he was furtively pleased that he had not been so worn out in the presence of other shinobi.

…Or so he’d thought.

“Umph!” He felt the impact of himself crashing into an unknown person; he heard the tiny grunt of pain from her (this person was apparently a female, he quickly perceived); and soon enough, he felt the stinging ache of what would eventually become a splitting headache coming about. Evidently, she’d been running a lot faster than he had, which might have accounted for the reason that she was currently on top of him.

Instead of making a snide remark for her stupidity, he found himself noting just how perfectly the various bumps and curves on this girl’s soft body fit into his. He’d never been this close to someone of the opposite sex before, and in the intervening time of his intrigued contemplations, he didn’t realize that the girl had gasped upon recognizing just who she was laying on top of. When he did hear her, however, he glanced up and saw someone he hadn’t seen since the Chuunin Exams.

“Oh, it’s you.”

The harsh tones in his voice caught Temari off-guard. Her attitude betrayed her weary demeanor. “Excuse me?” she asked him, quickly removing herself from her uncomfortable and awkward place on top of him. Still on the ground beside him, she eyed him spitefully. “If I recall correctly, I think I had a name.”

He quickly recovered from his early shock and rose up from his spot, dusting himself off before extending a hand out to help her up. As soon as she had accepted it (begrudgingly, he observed) and was standing, he turned away. “Just watch where you’re going next time,” he told her stonily before taking his leave.

“…I sure will, once you do the same.”

A bit on the startled side, Sasuke did a double-take just by hearing the sardonic response. Standing before him was an irritated blonde, hands on her hips and shooting visual daggers at him. Somewhere in between the rolling of her eyes was a kunoichi quite unlike those in his village. Had it been Ino or Sakura, they would have swooned about the fact that they’d just touched him…but here was a girl who actually stood up to him without fawning over his physical appearance.

He narrowed his eyes and resumed his walk. “Whatever.”

“‘Whatever’ is right!” she called out from behind him, scowling darkly. How rude of him!

Sasuke frowned upon hearing her last outburst and continued on his way, hoping that she hadn’t caught his own blush.

At the very same time, Temari held her hand to her ever-beating heart and noticed just how fast it was pounding against her chest. She smiled softly before heading back to her apartment.

What a pleasing collision.

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Mischief; TenSasuTema

2006-06-16T17:42:27Z

Theme: 002 - Kisses
Fandom/Pairing: Naruto/TenSasuTema
Title: Mischief
Author: Ladii-Chocolate
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

Written for the thirtyforthree community.

“…It’s hard to believe you, Tenten.”

Aforesaid kunoichi didn’t maintain direct eye contact with whomever it was that had just spoken, although her companion promptly noticed the small twinkle in her eye that was quickly growing apparent.

“It’s not my job to make you believe it, Temari,” she responded, reaching into her weapons’ pouch to unearth one of her kunai knives. She absently began to twirl the kunai between her fingers as she walked alongside the Suna native, a rather bad habit she was actually unwilling to let go of.

The two girls were headed to a certain Uchiha’s house. In the past few days, Temari had become aware of a rumor regarding the raven-haired shinobi and a certain blond teammate. It hadn’t struck her as something to be taken seriously, though, which was why she’d shrugged it off her shoulders and thought nothing more about it at first. It was only when a flustered Sakura proclaimed that she would say nothing about any and all affairs during the Academy days that her interest was gained.

Something told her that whatever Yamanaka Ino (the blonde had been the first to tell the ambassador from Suna the intriguing tidbit about Sasuke’s youth) released from her mouth could never be wholly trusted, however, which provided the reason as to why she’d gone to Tenten to justify said gossip.

The brunette had only agreed with what Ino had said (she hadn’t actually seen it herself, though). When the Suna kunoichi refused to accept it, she suggested that they pay Sasuke a little visit and grill him about his former days. There was always a possibility that he’d refuse them entrance into his residence, but as Temari later claimed, he had no real chance if the two of them ganged up on him.

“He won’t mind,” she declared for the third time within a span of fifteen minutes as they neared the Uchiha compound. “We’re older and better than him. We’ll simply force it out of him.”

“Sure, I guess. Something tells me that this isn’t about pointless rumors, though. It’s almost as if you wanted a reason to come visit him, Temari.”

The Suna native halted right before the boy’s abode and shot her a knowing smile. “…And what if you’re right? We train with him almost every night. We’re the only ones other than his teammates who have accepted him back into your village. Of course I want to visit.” With that said, she motioned to the door. “Now knock so we can get this over with.”

Sighing and wondering just what she had gotten herself into, the weapon handler obliged, sounding a small knock and waiting for any immediate reaction from inside. It can’t get worse, she willed herself to believe. He’s just going to open the door and slam it in our faces like he does to everyone else-

An apathetic face was finally revealed as the screen door slid open without a second’s delay. Leaning against the wall, Uchiha Sasuke took in the sight of his visitors with little to no real interest at all before endeavoring to tell them that they were unwanted. “If it’s not about training, I don’t want to hear about it. Leave.”

Tenten was prepared to heed his command and exit the compound just by detecting the harsh tones within his voice. But by the way her companion sauntered into his house and seated herself at his couch anyway, she knew Temari didn’t seem too unfazed to hear the lone Avenger voice his wishes.

The only thing she could do at the moment was follow her, though, which she did. Sasuke didn’t look too content to see them, but he didn’t do anything about it. Instead, he shut the door and followed Tenten inside.

Now situated in his sitting room, the blonde leaned back against the sofa and allowed herself to get comfortable. “Nice place you’ve got here, Uchiha,” she commented, shifting over to let the brown-haired kunoichi sit beside her.

Sasuke frowned as Tenten hesitantly took her place next to her and placed her hands on her lap (she was careful not to touch anything, as this was her first time in his house), avoiding his pointed gaze. “Look, Temari. As I said before, if it’s not about training, I don’t want to hear it. You’re free to leave now-”

She disrupted him with a knowing smirk dripping with mischief. “So, Uchiha…” she started slowly, staring up at him through impish teal eyes, “I’ve been hearing some things about you lately.” When his expression refused to show any emotion at hearing this news, she continued, deciding to get straight to the point. “Is it true that Naruto stole your first kiss?”

Black orbs narrowed at the shapely female before him as soon as the ‘innocent’ question had been posed. “…Who told you this?” Whoever it was clearly wanted to start trouble with him.

Tenten’s heart literally flopped against her stomach as she stared from Temari to Sasuke and back to Temari again, eyes widened. Why was she repeating this to him? Hadn’t she already told her what she’d wanted to know? What was she planning? She slowly gulped, pale hands reaching up to play with the buttons on her blouse in a nervous fashion. After all, she’d seen how horrible both of them became when they were both angry. When they were both teed off at each other, though, it was worse.

The Uchiha hadn’t noticed Tenten’s withdrawal; neither did Temari. “I just want to get the satisfaction of hearing it from you, though,” she sneered, matching Sasuke’s glower with a perfect leer. Managing a feigned puppy-dog look, she struggled to keep her growing amusement undersurface. It was just too much fun sometimes. “Please?”

Ostensibly, Sasuke didn’t feel like laughing today. “Get out.”

Tenten was fully prepared to follow his orders this time around. The way she figured, it was a definite waste of time if she and Temari stayed where they were certainly unwanted. Rising up to her feet quickly, she shot her companion an annoyed glance as if to say ‘Let’s just go, already.’ “Okay. I suppose we’ll see you later tonight then, Sasuke-”

“I’ll kiss Tenten if you let us stay.”

Both Konoha natives did a double take at her words. “You’ll what?” they uttered in genuine astonishment at the turn of events. There were suddenly two sets of fingers in Temari’s sight - Sasuke pointing rather rudely at the brunette, and Tenten gesturing towards herself.

“Her?”

“Me?”

“Like there’s any other Tenten we know,” Temari snapped. She rolled her eyes and settled into the comfort of Sasuke’s couch even more so. “Che, you dumbasses.” A few seconds later, however, she promptly rose from the sofa and motioned to Tenten, lips curling up into a repulsed frown at the sight of both of their mouths still comically agape. “Let’s go.”

There was something different about the two of them. Having been used to Kankurou’s mischief and Gaara’s solemnity all her life, it was an interesting alternative to have to become accustomed to Sasuke’s broodiness and Tenten’s cluelessness (at least, in this instance) now.

Oh, well. She’d get her kisses someday - from both of them, too.

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Fantasy; TemaSasu

2006-05-25T18:59:27Z

Title: Fantasy
Author: Ladii-Chocolate
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Uchiha Sasuke/Temari
Rating: PG
Warnings: Sasuke's a bit OOC.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

Written for the 7snogs community.

Months ago, Uchiha Sasuke became conscious in the fact that he had an unhealthy fascination with something. The object of his obsessions came in the form of a female around his age, but he had no idea where this mania over her had originated.

Walking innocently around the village with her newfound ally Shikamaru had caused him to become preoccupied with her shapely legs. Opening her mouth instinctively as she bid Hyuuga Neji’s teammate Tenten a friendly greeting forced him to become fixated with her well-rounded lips. Spying on her while she trained with the other kunoichi in the village made him become obsessed with her pleasing figure.

Yes, he still wanted to kill his older brother for what he had done to their clan. At the same time, however, something inside of him wanted Temari of the Sand to help restore the clan that had been eradicated.

One thing was certain. He wished he had never met her.

Instead of just obsessing over her figure as most hormone-charged males his age did, he began to fantasize about the many different outfits Temari could wear for him. From the most elegant of kimonos to the simplest housemaid’s attire, he knew that she would look simply breathtaking. What seemed to trouble (and at the same time, strangely please) him, however, was the somewhat appealing thought of the blonde kunoichi wearing a schoolgirl’s uniform. Something about the way her hair would look like in a single ponytail with a bow and the way a short skirt and a tight blouse would fit her curves flawlessly seemed to satisfy rather than disgust him.

If anything, the wish that he had never made her acquaintance intensified within the next few weeks.

One day, she caught one of his stolen glances. She had been eying the younger shinobi curiously for many minutes before arriving at the decision to approach him. Now stopping before him and allowing the shopping bag that had been in her grasp to rest on the ground, she broke his dazed appearance with a simple question. “…Can I help you?”

He snapped out of his perverted reverie and attempted to recompose himself. The girl of his dreams was standing right in front of him; what had he done? “No.”

The reply came out more as an irritated one than anything else, unfortunately, and he immediately regretted it. Moving his eyes from where they had been focused on her chest elsewhere, he could only hope that she hadn’t detected the touchiness within his voice.

Sadly, she sensed his irritability and took it as an offense. On top of that, she had also noted the way his eyes were currently avoiding her inquisitive gaze. ‘Oh?’ she asked herself in vague amusement, finally discovering the true reason for his peculiar blushes. ‘This day keeps getting more interesting.’ “Is something wrong, Sasuke?”

The color in his handsome face drained once he became conscious in what she was alluding to. “Nothing,” he answered distantly, trying to walk around her. When she didn’t allow him to pass, he became cross. “If you’ll just get out of my way-”

She shook her head, refusing to budge an inch from her current spot. Making up her mind to just come to the point, she spoke to herself with the intention of him overhearing. “Boys and their silly fantasies…” She eyed his flushes with unstilted glee and amused herself even further by leaning over and whispering huskily into his ear, making him shudder. “Although I must say that it’s a compliment, Uchiha Sasuke…me, of all girls? Why, pray tell?”

Trembling from the feeling of her warm breath tickling his ear, he glared at her and attempted to push past her. “Don’t flatter yourself. Get out of my face.”

Temari pouted cutely and blinked innocently at him, earning herself another hilarious view of the lone Avenger’s trembles. “Gee, you’ve hurt my feelings, Sasuke…but fine,” she told him, reaching down to pick up her shopping bag. Digging into it, she unearthed a schoolgirl’s uniform similar to the one he had envisioned her in. “I guess I don’t need this anymore.” She smirked and proceeded to rip it in half smoothly, enjoying his horrified expression.

Sasuke could do nothing but gape at the devious kunoichi, completely taken aback to give her an acceptable response. “Y-You…” his voice trailed off as she leaned over one last time to effectively end his stutters.

“You’re just another silly boy,” was the last thing he heard before she landed a fleeting kiss on his lips, letting it linger on for a few seconds teasingly before ending it and walking away.

He could only stare numbly after her. How could she… Was it even possible…? It was enough to make the lone survivor faint.

…Two seconds later, Sasuke woke up in the dead of the night and, wiping away the sweat that had formed on his forehead, cursed his rotten luck.

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Sharingan; TenSasuTema

2006-05-25T18:54:46Z

Theme: 001 - Bloodlines
Fandom/Pairing: - Naruto/TenSasuTema
Title: Sharingan
Author: Ladii-Chocolate
Rating: G (nothing blatantly romantic, sorry!)
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. C'mon, we know this already.

My first contribution to the thirtyforthree community! =3 I'll be treating this as an entire fic, I guess. This means that it won't be overly romantic in the beginning (as you'll see in this one). I hope you all enjoy!

His Sharingan had proven to be an effective force amongst fellow shinobi ever since he’d been able to fully awaken its true powers. It was a celebrated (and not recently, rare) doujutsu that only a select few possessed, rival only to the Hyuuga Clan’s Byakugan. The Konoha jounin revered those eerily red, mirror-wheeled eyes; many of his fellow chuunin envied them; the village people admired them.

He loathed them.

Yes, it was true that they’d been useful during training sessions and missions with his team. They had granted him with both instant respect and fear over the years in which he’d struggled to fully master them. They had aided him in his goal in one day repaying his older brother for his unforgivable transgressions.

However, he’d since realized that those wonders that he called his kekkai genkai were mixed blessings. With their unfathomable value came the infuriating acknowledgement that no one knew him as anything but the sole survivor of his clan. He was the Uchiha who’d managed to avoid the brutal slaughter of his family. He was the Uchiha of nearly every female’s affections; he was the Uchiha who was rumored to let nothing stand in his way of his ambitions. He was the sole survivor; he was the lone avenger.

Yet, he desperately wished for people to realize just how much they’d erred in their assumptions of him. He longed to be seen as something other than Uchiha Sasuke for once. To be able to drop that surname for even a day… Wishing that everyone could see past his Sharingan eyes was something akin to a young child wishing to grow unrealistically tall in an instant, however. There was no logical way in which it could actually come true.

But when he began training with them in private and realized that they had maintained eye contact with him not because of his esteemed reputation, but because they knew something more important lay deep within those dark obscurities, he knew they didn’t care much about the characteristic that reflected his clan. They accepted him without any fear or hesitation: the brunette had disregarded the fact that he was a doujutsu-handler like her prodigy teammate; the blonde had merely scoffed at his detestations about his eyes and told him that there were still formidable foes out there who would die to be born with such ‘blessings’.

When he wasn’t completely convinced, they simply concocted their own special rule during training sessions: no bloodline techniques were to be allowed. It benefited them all – the brunette could effectively use her knowledge of weapons against her two opponents; the blonde could make her fan into a more intimidating weapon against the two younger shinobi; but most of all, he would be able to prove himself to them.

Without the Sharingan or the Uchiha, he was still Sasuke. Tenten and Temari’s private decree had not proved to be meaningless so far. There was a much higher probability of him losing to the two of them once he let down his major offense; that, he was aware of. What mattered was that he had accepted their challenge.

…And although many others would utter their grievances at this seemingly unfair advantage, he was perfectly content in it.

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And Baby Makes Three?; SasuHina; Chapter 2

2006-05-04T00:49:22Z

Title: And Baby Makes Three?
Author: bubble
Pairing: Sasuke/Hinata
Genre: Romance/Humor
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Warnings: Nothing but OOCness. And crack. Lots of it. ABMT is a parody fic regarding what might happen after every typical Sasuke/Hinata fic.

Previous Chapters:
Chapter One

Chapter Two: Sasuke's Solution

“…and then I-I realized that I’d missed my, you know, two times in a row, and then I s-saw that my face looked a b-bit too pale, and it even looks fat, on top of that…”

A confused Sasuke sat upright on the bed while his wife spilled her newfound information to him. Having been only half-awake, he could catch but a few fragments of her complaints, but the one thing that had stuck to him effectively was the return of her stutter. Like most SasuHina fics, Hinata had lost said stammering problem after Sasuke helped her gain more confidence in herself. In fact, this speech impediment was never supposed to grace her tongue again after she married him…needless to say; the Uchiha had become very unsettled on top of his misunderstanding.

“…a-and I’m just so scared… Oh, S-Sasuke!” Poor Hinata was ready to cry!

The pooled tears that were threatening to spill down from her widened milky eyes caused Sasuke great concern. Thinking fast (have we forgotten that he, like her cousin Hyuuga Neji, was a genius, too?), he had her in his comforting embrace in an instant, trying his hardest to pacify her. And was it just him, or had she gained a couple of pounds within the last time he’d held her like this?

Maybe Hinata had been right. He was experiencing withdrawal. “Hinata, calm down. There’s got to be a logical explanation for all of this.”

Blinking back her tears and snuggling into his warmth at the same time, the new Uchiha couldn’t help but stare up at him in slight resentment. ‘Of course there’s a logical explanation, you moron,’ she thought to herself. ‘You did more than pop my cherry that night…’ A split second later, however, she was covering her mouth in alarm, taken aback by her own thoughts. Oh, God, thank goodness they hadn’t formed themselves into actual words! “W-What do you mean?”

He mulled over the little he’d caught from her incessant rambling earlier. Gosh, if there was ever a time where he desperately didn’t want her to be so Sakura-like! Especially when it wouldn’t even be daybreak for another few hours…it gave him rather frightening thoughts. He took a deep breath and did his best. “Okay. You said you realized that your menstruation cycle’s gone way out of whack, and your face is too pale…” he mused, gazing down at her with a contemplative expression etched on his usually cold features. “Come here.”

She did as he requested, moving her face closer to him…only to realize that he’d taken the opportunity to playfully pinch at her cheeks. “Eh? Sasuke, stop!” She reddened significantly and shoved him away from her gently. “I’m serious!”

A triumphant smirk promptly appeared on his somnolent face. “There,” he told her arrogantly, stifling a small yawn, “that took care of the last two problems. You’re blushing again…and your face isn’t fat. As for the other problem…” He eyed her carefully while simultaneously scratching his chin. “You’re just stressed. I’m sure you had your period last month…it’s the only sensible explanation for you being so strange that one time. You’ve forgotten that Sakura and that retard are coming over today. You wanted to make a good first impression as my wife, remember?”

Her eyes lit up upon hearing his reassuring justification for her strange body changes. Her husband was, like, so smart! She leaned over to excitably peck him on the cheek. “Of course! That’s got to be the only reason!”

Yes, readers! That was it! That was the reason why Hinata was feeling, well, not Hinata! She was just feeling apprehensive because her first crush and her husband’s number one admirer were paying them a visit today!

…Don’t be stupid. That totally defeats the purpose of the title, no?

Sasuke was still going on with his own tirade while his wife inwardly rejoiced, however. “If you must know – and I’m sure you already do,” he drawled pointlessly, trying to settle back to sleep again, “I’d rather not have Sakura and that dobe over…in fact, I’d rather never see them again, but that’s not likely, is it?” He never wanted Naruto to see Hinata again (if he could help it), but he didn’t ever want his wife to know how he felt.

Hinata beamed and rested her head on the soft, downy pillow she called her own, completely oblivious to his actual thoughts. “Of course not, silly,” she murmured sleepily. “I guess you’re right, though. Maybe I am a bit nervous about Naruto and Sakura coming. Especially Sakura…I feel as if she hasn’t quite gotten over you yet.” Stifling a small yawn, she informed him that they would discuss more later on in the morning. She incoherently bade him a good night’s sleep before slipping off into a well-deserved slumber.

Sasuke said nothing as his wife allowed her drowsiness to get the best of her. The apathetic yet oddly playful expression on his face had since dissipated to give way to a resentful glance at her snoozing figure. He wasn’t an idiot. He’d been aware of her symptoms for quite some time now, and needless to say, he was beginning to grow anxious. If anything, he now hated her almost as much as everyone used to hate Naruto.

Yes, you guessed it, readers. It was now Sasuke’s turn to play Curse-a-Spouse.

Damn her and her cute smile! Damn her and the cute way she’d blushed when he proposed those role-playing ideas to her! Damn her for cutely accepting the package of outfits from the strange mailman (you didn’t know this, readers, but Sasuke held an interminable grudge against said persona)! Damn her for looking so cute as a cop! Damn her for being such a cute seme (the author, a proud uke, wonders if such a thing exists, actually)! Damn her for using the handcuffs in a cute manner! Damn her for being just too cute in general!

So, why was Sasuke cursing his cute wife and her, well, cuteness?

…Oh, no, we’re not getting into that again. The author is just as lazy as you all are!

In the midst of his private tirade, he turned over to face his nightstand, where he silently opened the first drawer. Sitting neatly atop of the kunai knives he owned was the small, seemingly innocent box Temari had given him... He frowned darkly and removed it from its place, staring at it critically before chucking it into the nearest dustbin. If Hinata was, you know, then the condom set was practically worthless (at least for about three-fourths of the next year). And Uchiha Sasuke was never wrong about this sort of thing.

‘Think, Uchiha, think!’ he mentally begged himself, rubbing at his aching temples with two shaking fingers. This was so unfair! They’d only done the dirty-dirty once; why did she have to be so friggin’ fertile? He exhaled softly and attempted to calm himself. Ironically, he was now the one who needed subduing, especially since Hinata was presently slumbering. ‘Shit. This is not good…not good at all.’

He arrived at a decision soon enough. The best thing to do (for now, at least) was to stop making pointless assumptions, no matter how true they could turn out to be in the near future. Yes, Hinata had gained a few measly pounds; so what? She was beginning to fall asleep at four o’ clock in the afternoon; big deal!

…Shit. Deliberating over it seemed to make everything much worse. He laid his head on his pillow and made up his mind to visit the Hokage when he had a day devoid of missions. For now, however, he needed to get to sleep. He was due for an A-ranked mission the minute Sakura and Naruto left his establishment, and as all geniuses know, sleep is essential for success. (See? Sasuke was a strong advocate for students having a good night’s sleep rather than cramming for a major test. Conversely, however, he too was a culprit of spending the night awake, although it was for an entirely different reason…)

He didn’t even get to catch twenty of the forty winks necessary to have a successful mission, unfortunately. Hinata was awake within sixteen minutes of their conversation, and was now squirming uncomfortably within his defensive embrace. A sharp pain had struck her lower abdomen about five minutes ago, and she wanted to relieve it as soon as she possibly could. “Sasuke, I have to get off the bed again.”

He didn’t budge. “C’mon, Hinata,” he finally told her, staring up at the wall rather than making eye contact with her, “Stop acting like this. You don’t have to keep checking your appearance every half an hour. You’re not fat.”

The temporary hurt in her voice was replaced by a stern tone. She faced him and narrowed her eyes in a menacing fashion, almost daring him to say something else. “Sasuke, you’re going to be very sorry if you don’t let go of me.”

Ostensibly, both parties were becoming irritated at each other. “And why is that, dearest wife?” Sasuke sneered meanly, temporarily forgetting that if she was, well, you know, she’d be very sensitive to petty little things such as arguments.

Hinata scowled darkly and only began to remove herself from his grasp in what could be perceived by her formerly cold husband as desperation. What a bastard! Her inner self cringed at the realization that she was becoming snappier by the minute, but she knew that he certainly deserved it. “You’re being rude! Let go of me NOW! I don’t want to have to clean this up if I can help it-”

Sasuke frowned as he felt the right leg of his pajamas become drenched with something warm one second before becoming increasingly cold in the next. And judging by both the pungent stench and the way Hinata had broken down into strained tears right after it had happened…

“What the hell- Oh, LORD! Hinata, we’re getting you to Tsunade-sama right now!”

Just incase you’re a bit slow on the intake, readers, Hinata had not only wet herself like a preschooler, but she had also urinated all over her husband! She immediately felt bad for not being able to control herself, but what could she say? She had warned him. She continued to cry lightly as he shot up from his side of the bed and went over to her own side to help her up. Great! If he hadn’t gotten a clue by now, he’d probably think that the Hyuuga family had never cared to potty-train her!

…Which was true, by the way. Those bastards hadn’t taught her shit. Hinata was worse than Hanabi, Konohamaru, Udon, and Moegi bundled together in one huge, bratty diaper!

But even they had grown up. If anything, they were now older brats, especially Hanabi. At seventeen, she was now powerful, pretty, and spoiled. Imagine the utmost ignominy poor Hinata would face if the Hyuuga clan knew her deepest, darkest secret!

Unluckily for them, however, Hinata did not have any sort of problem with wetting the bed. She just had a problem with wetting other people (including herself, and when we mean other people…you’ll see soon enough). Back to the story, chaps!

All past grievances were immediately forgotten. Currently holding a sopping and distressed Hinata in his arms, Sasuke knew he had lost the ball game. He struggled to keep from biting his nails in anxiety as he kicked open the bedroom door to venture into the sitting room. Grabbing a coat from the nearest closet and draping it over his distraught spouse before leaving their compound, he struggled to keep calm. ‘Relax,’ he repeated to himself. ‘Nothing’s wrong. Hinata did not pee all over me!’

…And we’ll be the first to tell you that denial is very unhealthy.

An unhappy Sasuke struggled to recall the last time his wife had been asymptomatic, but try as he might, he just couldn’t remember anything before The Sexy-and-Cute Incident. All he could think of was how she was very fatigued as of late and how she did look as if she were gaining a few more pounds by the month. And even now she was beginning to show signs of not being able to control her bladder…

Three strikes. They were so out.

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2006-03-11T23:42:39Z

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