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Hinata-centric fic teaser
I started this fic ages and AGES ago. At first I intended to start with established narusasusaku and see about adding Hinata in, but it just rang false. Then I thought about having naruto/sasuke/sakura on the verge of happening, but not yet! Then since the one scene that is really well-defined in my mind is a Sasuke/Hinata dialogue, perhaps I could make it a SasuHina, but... just, no. NaruSasuHina? What about Sakura? But four people is a bit much to juggle, I could give her a reason not to be with either of them. Then... I don't know.
I've had a ton of half-assed ideas to continue this prologue thing, and nothing really works, which sucks because honestly speaking I'm a little in love with it.
Okay, it's completely melodramatic and doesn't give poor Hinata much credit. XD
So there's a fair chance I'm never going to find a way to continue it, but here it is anyway.
It's heavy in the room. It tightens her throat, clogs her lungs, thick and scratchy like the smoke of the cigarette Hikeshi is smoking all the way over to the window. She sits by the coffee table, legs demurely folded to the side, and she stares down at the hands she flattened on her lap to make sure they don't curl and tangle when she's not paying attention.
Her husband still moves with the weariness of a long mission. But it isn't simple exhaustion that tenses his back, makes his neck stiff, prevents him from even glancing her way.
They are Hyuugas; direct eye contact isn't required. But she knows that even if she found a reason to change seats he would just shift until she ends up in his blind spot again.
"Fuyubi-obaasan doesn't sleep well these days," he comments neutrally, and exhales another slow, tight gust of smoke. "Rheumatisms, you know. Keeps her up."
She nods, polite, even though she knows he cannot see her. She doesn't try to talk. She might choke.
"He left at three in the morning."
The quiet accusation floats there, filling the room in a way the smoke can't match.
She smoothes the cloth on her lap. "Yes," she says. Because he did. It's true. And she could tell her husband that nothing happened -- it would be true as well -- but that fact doesn't matter at all. What matters is that she wanted something to happen.
She still does.
Hikeshi takes another drag, slow and deep. And a third. A few branches sway in the wind, out in the garden.
"I thought I could expect a little more respect." His voice is slow, calm, measured. The muscles in his neck and jaw are tense, hard; he's going to have a headache tomorrow, she can tell.
She rubs out more wrinkles, harder; and then she remembers a callused hand patting her knee and a bright laugh in her ear and she stops.
"... I'm sorry. It wasn't my intent to embarrass you."
He turns his head, then; just barely, just enough to see her. She can read anger in every line of his body.
"Of all the men in the village, you choose him." A pause. The clenched muscles relax deliberately, anger banked again. "I realize how difficult it is to marry a man you don't even know. But I thought you would have the common decency of choosing a respectable, discreet man to be your lover."
He stares out at the garden, with the soft green leaves dancing in the wind, and the flowers she planted her first week of downtime.
"I will not raise a blond child."
She gets up then, still smoothing her dress mechanically. The finality in her husband's voice is clear. This is where he stands. He has nothing more to say.
"You won't have to," she assures him quietly, and then she bows and she walks out, before the pressure in her chest explodes and takes down her last bridges.
Outside the tree is swaying in the wind and even her hair tries to take flight, and so she starts walking and she just... Goes.
I've had a ton of half-assed ideas to continue this prologue thing, and nothing really works, which sucks because honestly speaking I'm a little in love with it.
Okay, it's completely melodramatic and doesn't give poor Hinata much credit. XD
So there's a fair chance I'm never going to find a way to continue it, but here it is anyway.
It's heavy in the room. It tightens her throat, clogs her lungs, thick and scratchy like the smoke of the cigarette Hikeshi is smoking all the way over to the window. She sits by the coffee table, legs demurely folded to the side, and she stares down at the hands she flattened on her lap to make sure they don't curl and tangle when she's not paying attention.
Her husband still moves with the weariness of a long mission. But it isn't simple exhaustion that tenses his back, makes his neck stiff, prevents him from even glancing her way.
They are Hyuugas; direct eye contact isn't required. But she knows that even if she found a reason to change seats he would just shift until she ends up in his blind spot again.
"Fuyubi-obaasan doesn't sleep well these days," he comments neutrally, and exhales another slow, tight gust of smoke. "Rheumatisms, you know. Keeps her up."
She nods, polite, even though she knows he cannot see her. She doesn't try to talk. She might choke.
"He left at three in the morning."
The quiet accusation floats there, filling the room in a way the smoke can't match.
She smoothes the cloth on her lap. "Yes," she says. Because he did. It's true. And she could tell her husband that nothing happened -- it would be true as well -- but that fact doesn't matter at all. What matters is that she wanted something to happen.
She still does.
Hikeshi takes another drag, slow and deep. And a third. A few branches sway in the wind, out in the garden.
"I thought I could expect a little more respect." His voice is slow, calm, measured. The muscles in his neck and jaw are tense, hard; he's going to have a headache tomorrow, she can tell.
She rubs out more wrinkles, harder; and then she remembers a callused hand patting her knee and a bright laugh in her ear and she stops.
"... I'm sorry. It wasn't my intent to embarrass you."
He turns his head, then; just barely, just enough to see her. She can read anger in every line of his body.
"Of all the men in the village, you choose him." A pause. The clenched muscles relax deliberately, anger banked again. "I realize how difficult it is to marry a man you don't even know. But I thought you would have the common decency of choosing a respectable, discreet man to be your lover."
He stares out at the garden, with the soft green leaves dancing in the wind, and the flowers she planted her first week of downtime.
"I will not raise a blond child."
She gets up then, still smoothing her dress mechanically. The finality in her husband's voice is clear. This is where he stands. He has nothing more to say.
"You won't have to," she assures him quietly, and then she bows and she walks out, before the pressure in her chest explodes and takes down her last bridges.
Outside the tree is swaying in the wind and even her hair tries to take flight, and so she starts walking and she just... Goes.
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Does Hinata become the heiress in this story? Is she already or was the position handed to Hanabi? I can imagine that if her marriage was arranged then the husband would get the big guns in that sort of traditional family. *stabs sexism in the face*
And whatever relationship dynamics you eventually set up I just know they'll change my views about the Naruto fandom (again). You know I can't stand any single Team 7 pairing now? It has to be a Team 7 ship or nothing... >_>
You're going to have me throwing in Hinata as well now, Gods know you've had me looking twice at Kakashi on top of everyone else. -_-
I really want to see how Hinata copes with things, I can already imagine her getting a flat on her own, struggling to balance chores and ninja life, not knowing how to use the washing machine... I mean, you don't expect any of the Hyuugas to be particuarly domestic and Hinata was pretty sheltered.
*HugHug* Hope you continue with this and good luck! >___
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I hope you find inspiration to continue this. As far as shipping goes...let it come naturally. Don't think about it too much. Whatever your fingers type will be correct. :)
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Do it Asuka...doooooooo it! ;p
Seriously, this is making me think a bit - what happened or didn't happen? Why or why not? Where is it all going... way to tickle me. :)
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As far as shipping goes, you could just keep it gen with UST wherever you want it (although I am really, really, shipping NaruHina now. Much more than I ever did before, anyway), and just go with whatever seems natural (trust your subconscious!!!).
I really hope you find the inspiration (and direction) to continue this!
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This has the potential to be greatly awesome. ^_^
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-blinks-
actually I think I'm going to cry... -wonders of into a corner somewhere-
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Yeah. I feel really smart right now. X__X