*shivers* Snow~
Can I just say, Fruits Basket is almost annoyingly addictive? I mean, you've got pretty boys. Who literally turn into animals because of the opposite sex. With massive amounts of angst.
Why the heck didn't the Grassy look into this before?!
*sighs* Ah, well. Anyway, like I said - it's addicting. Especially Hatori, because his life is nothing but angst...and pretty friends! It makes me wanna call him Hakkai, kukuku...
And Kyou! Niao~! So pretty, so angsty, so feline! The Grassy has always had a major weakness for cats (though more catbois of late), for longer than I can even remember.
When a six-year-old child says she wants to be a cat when she grows up (at her Kindergarten graduation ceremony, no less), you just know something's up.
Yeah. I was cracked even then.
But, anyway... I'mma rather partial to Kyou x Yuki (or Yuki x Kyou), 'cause they're just so pretty together! *giggles* Well, no that's not why, but it is nice imagery. Yuki can be a major bitch at times, but that just makes him more interesting. And the fic more angsty. Kyou angst is my newest bit of crack. And it's always funny when a fic has Tohru setting them up, kukuku...
After that, Hatori x Ayame is my biggest pairing, 'cause Aya is so amazing! And the whole Kana situation...yeah. Tori-san needs love, dammit! And lots of hot, kinky sex with a rather limber snake!
Haru x Momiji is cute and fluffy and makes me wanna just snuggle them both...or maybe just have them snuggle each other, 'cause the Grassy doesn't really like cows. But I do want a bunny!
Haru x Kyou I read if I want a quick dose of angst or smut. Or both.
Shigure x Akito is just, rawr~ in a weird (and angsty!) kinda way. Especially if it's got to do with Akito-sama's...secret.
Kureno x Akito the Grassy wishes I could find more often, nya!
Hatori x Akito...I read for the smut. Or the insanity. Or is that the same thing?
It's so frickin' cold today, na no da! It snowed last night and early today, which was great - beautiful, in fact - but now it's just half-melted sludge. I can't seem to get warm no matter what I do. And the Grassy keeps flip-flopping between being narcoleptic and insomniac. Plus I think I'm coming down with a cold.
Well. Hell.
On the plus side, however, I did get a new ficcie written. It was going to just be a 100 word drabble to loosen my mind before working on actual fic (Ryoma x Yuuta ficcie, why won't you get finished?), but...it grew. A lot. But at least I wrote something. Though FFN kept fucking up when I was uploading it, and attempting to edit my one mistake of leaving in asterisks...but yeah. It was a major bitch.
So I'mma just gonna leave you with the ficcie, alright?
Title: Reflections Upon The Snow
Rating: PG-13
Category: Naruto
Warnings: Angst (come on, this is a Sasuke fic!), slight romance.
Spoilers: Vague references to Sasuke’s family, but nothing really extreme.
Pairings: Uchiha Sasuke x Hyuuga Hinata
Status: One-shot
Summary: Sasuke has always had one constant in his life…
Author’s Notes: Wow, not only is it my first finished Naruto fic, it’s my first SasuHina! I’m getting addicted to this pairing in such a major way. If I’m not careful, it’s gonna go beyond my SasuNaru and NejiHina obsessions, na no da!
Disclaimer: All things Naruto belong to Kishimoto Masashi. All that the Grassy can lay claim to is the plot. *pouts* I want Iruka-sensei! And Kakashi-sensei! So I can put them in kinky porn that utilizes all the functions of Sexy no Jutsu!
The one constant in Uchiha Sasuke’s life - from the time he was a child until this, his twenty-third year - was his love of snow. Especially when it fell at night, silent and cold, blanketing the shadow-softened scenery outside of his bedroom window.
On nights he was really lucky, Aniki had helped sneak him outside - bundled up so as not to freeze his small, yet already stubborn ass off in the chill weather - to be surrounded by the winsomely falling flakes of snow. Memorizing it all with his senses so as to cherish the special time spent with his brother. The cool air making his alabaster skin flush, the quick melting of a snowflake on his tongue, the crunching of soft snow beneath his boots, the gleam of moonlight that reflected off the crystalline field that surrounded them… All these thing, and so many more, Sasuke committed to memory, knowing it wouldn’t happen again any time soon for fear of Chichiue or Hahaue finding out.
But those days had long passed. Their parents would never be angry at the boys’ nighttime antics any longer, because they were dead. Yet Sasuke still loved the snow, only his reasons matured, just as he did. Admittedly, he had made some stupid decisions that ultimately kept him from truly becoming mature, but that was another thing about growing up - acknowledging and surpassing your mistakes and failures.
And the snow was a way to purify himself. In a way that no flame ever could, snow had a heat all of its own. Its cold seared into one’s body and burned with an intensity that was unparalleled.
When she first joined his snow-bound musings, Hyuuga Hinata had only been his lawfully wedded - and bedded - wife of four months. They rarely spent enough time together, what with her hospital duties and his ANBU missions, but certain moments in time made all of the difference.
She had not been in love with him then, nor he with her, but they had respect and friendship. As their marriage had been the result of long-finalized arrangements between their parents, neither felt they could blame the other for the odd road that Fate was leading the two down. And on that cold, snowy evening…Sasuke had wanted her by his side, though he didn’t understand that feeling at the time. Emotions had never been easy for him to understand.
So when he heard the faint sounds of snow crunching beneath his wife’s small boots and the warmth of her luscious body as she pressed against his side, a tiny smile graced his full lips.
For the first time in too many years, he wasn’t alone amidst the snowy silence he so enjoyed…and his heart had begun to melt as the blistering cold of snow and the searing heat of Hinata warmed his body and soothed his ever-uneasy soul.
Now, he watched as his children - a set of twins who, as yet in their development, were only able to be told apart by their son’s black eyes and their daughter’s white orbs - gazed around in amazement at the lazily falling snow in the moonlight. A strong arm wrapped around his wife as her contented sigh broke the easy silence between them. Long, slim fingers explored her slowly growing waistline, in awe of the new life contained therein.
And, as Sasuke explored the rounding flesh of the woman he had lost his heart to so many years ago, he fell in love all over again while gazing into eyes the color of moonlight reflected upon snow.
The End
Why the heck didn't the Grassy look into this before?!
*sighs* Ah, well. Anyway, like I said - it's addicting. Especially Hatori, because his life is nothing but angst...and pretty friends! It makes me wanna call him Hakkai, kukuku...
And Kyou! Niao~! So pretty, so angsty, so feline! The Grassy has always had a major weakness for cats (though more catbois of late), for longer than I can even remember.
When a six-year-old child says she wants to be a cat when she grows up (at her Kindergarten graduation ceremony, no less), you just know something's up.
Yeah. I was cracked even then.
But, anyway... I'mma rather partial to Kyou x Yuki (or Yuki x Kyou), 'cause they're just so pretty together! *giggles* Well, no that's not why, but it is nice imagery. Yuki can be a major bitch at times, but that just makes him more interesting. And the fic more angsty. Kyou angst is my newest bit of crack. And it's always funny when a fic has Tohru setting them up, kukuku...
After that, Hatori x Ayame is my biggest pairing, 'cause Aya is so amazing! And the whole Kana situation...yeah. Tori-san needs love, dammit! And lots of hot, kinky sex with a rather limber snake!
Haru x Momiji is cute and fluffy and makes me wanna just snuggle them both...or maybe just have them snuggle each other, 'cause the Grassy doesn't really like cows. But I do want a bunny!
Haru x Kyou I read if I want a quick dose of angst or smut. Or both.
Shigure x Akito is just, rawr~ in a weird (and angsty!) kinda way. Especially if it's got to do with Akito-sama's...secret.
Kureno x Akito the Grassy wishes I could find more often, nya!
Hatori x Akito...I read for the smut. Or the insanity. Or is that the same thing?
It's so frickin' cold today, na no da! It snowed last night and early today, which was great - beautiful, in fact - but now it's just half-melted sludge. I can't seem to get warm no matter what I do. And the Grassy keeps flip-flopping between being narcoleptic and insomniac. Plus I think I'm coming down with a cold.
Well. Hell.
On the plus side, however, I did get a new ficcie written. It was going to just be a 100 word drabble to loosen my mind before working on actual fic (Ryoma x Yuuta ficcie, why won't you get finished?), but...it grew. A lot. But at least I wrote something. Though FFN kept fucking up when I was uploading it, and attempting to edit my one mistake of leaving in asterisks...but yeah. It was a major bitch.
So I'mma just gonna leave you with the ficcie, alright?
Title: Reflections Upon The Snow
Rating: PG-13
Category: Naruto
Warnings: Angst (come on, this is a Sasuke fic!), slight romance.
Spoilers: Vague references to Sasuke’s family, but nothing really extreme.
Pairings: Uchiha Sasuke x Hyuuga Hinata
Status: One-shot
Summary: Sasuke has always had one constant in his life…
Author’s Notes: Wow, not only is it my first finished Naruto fic, it’s my first SasuHina! I’m getting addicted to this pairing in such a major way. If I’m not careful, it’s gonna go beyond my SasuNaru and NejiHina obsessions, na no da!
Disclaimer: All things Naruto belong to Kishimoto Masashi. All that the Grassy can lay claim to is the plot. *pouts* I want Iruka-sensei! And Kakashi-sensei! So I can put them in kinky porn that utilizes all the functions of Sexy no Jutsu!
The one constant in Uchiha Sasuke’s life - from the time he was a child until this, his twenty-third year - was his love of snow. Especially when it fell at night, silent and cold, blanketing the shadow-softened scenery outside of his bedroom window.
On nights he was really lucky, Aniki had helped sneak him outside - bundled up so as not to freeze his small, yet already stubborn ass off in the chill weather - to be surrounded by the winsomely falling flakes of snow. Memorizing it all with his senses so as to cherish the special time spent with his brother. The cool air making his alabaster skin flush, the quick melting of a snowflake on his tongue, the crunching of soft snow beneath his boots, the gleam of moonlight that reflected off the crystalline field that surrounded them… All these thing, and so many more, Sasuke committed to memory, knowing it wouldn’t happen again any time soon for fear of Chichiue or Hahaue finding out.
But those days had long passed. Their parents would never be angry at the boys’ nighttime antics any longer, because they were dead. Yet Sasuke still loved the snow, only his reasons matured, just as he did. Admittedly, he had made some stupid decisions that ultimately kept him from truly becoming mature, but that was another thing about growing up - acknowledging and surpassing your mistakes and failures.
And the snow was a way to purify himself. In a way that no flame ever could, snow had a heat all of its own. Its cold seared into one’s body and burned with an intensity that was unparalleled.
When she first joined his snow-bound musings, Hyuuga Hinata had only been his lawfully wedded - and bedded - wife of four months. They rarely spent enough time together, what with her hospital duties and his ANBU missions, but certain moments in time made all of the difference.
She had not been in love with him then, nor he with her, but they had respect and friendship. As their marriage had been the result of long-finalized arrangements between their parents, neither felt they could blame the other for the odd road that Fate was leading the two down. And on that cold, snowy evening…Sasuke had wanted her by his side, though he didn’t understand that feeling at the time. Emotions had never been easy for him to understand.
So when he heard the faint sounds of snow crunching beneath his wife’s small boots and the warmth of her luscious body as she pressed against his side, a tiny smile graced his full lips.
For the first time in too many years, he wasn’t alone amidst the snowy silence he so enjoyed…and his heart had begun to melt as the blistering cold of snow and the searing heat of Hinata warmed his body and soothed his ever-uneasy soul.
Now, he watched as his children - a set of twins who, as yet in their development, were only able to be told apart by their son’s black eyes and their daughter’s white orbs - gazed around in amazement at the lazily falling snow in the moonlight. A strong arm wrapped around his wife as her contented sigh broke the easy silence between them. Long, slim fingers explored her slowly growing waistline, in awe of the new life contained therein.
And, as Sasuke explored the rounding flesh of the woman he had lost his heart to so many years ago, he fell in love all over again while gazing into eyes the color of moonlight reflected upon snow.
The End