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Sasuhina Chibiventures : Kleptomaniac

Part 1

Part deux with a SH Month theme and a bit of Valentine’s Day slapped on cuz that’s how I roll.

Sasuke’s backpack thumped against his back as he tried to keep up with his mother. Itachi had left them behind and rushed to his classroom while the kindergartener and his mother ran to his. He would’ve complained but thought better of it; after all they were running late because Sasuke couldn’t find the action figure he wanted to show to Naruto. He had thrown a huge tantrum before Itachi found it under the couch.

Mikoto profusely apologized to Iruka as she pushed her son inside.

“It’s fine, Mrs. Uchiha. We just finished taking attendance,” his teacher said. “Sasuke, go put your stuff away and join the others.”

Eager to take his backpack off, Sasuke hurried to the empty area where all their cubbies were. He wasn’t expecting to see anyone there so he jumped back when he noticed Hinata. But she wasn’t facing him; she had her hands inside someone else’s backpack.

Sasuke’s eyes widened as he gasped. The sound caused her to turn his way with a nervous look on her face. Never in a million years would he have thought Hinata was a thief. This was disappointing to see.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing!” She cried out.

“Then why was your hand in someone else’s bag?” He asked accusingly. Sasuke might feel strange around the girl but as an Uchiha, he knew right and wrong. After all, his father was the police chief. “What did you take?”

Hinata waved her hands. “I didn’t steal anything, look!”

Crossing his arms in a very authoritative way, Sasuke frowned. “Hn. If I tell Iruka- sensei, you can get in big trouble, you know.”

Her pale eyes quickly watered and Sasuke felt bad. He looked away and huffed. “But I guess I won’t tell him this time. Just don’t do it again.”

She nodded and hurried out.

For the rest of the day Sasuke kept a close eye on her, well closer than usual. He didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary.

As they were getting ready to leave, he noticed Shikamaru grabbing the bag Hinata was looking through. He felt guilty for not saying anything. But then he saw Hinata tug on Shikamaru’s hand, lean close and whisper in his ears. Whatever she said had her in a fit of giggles and Shikamaru was sporting a slight blush. She waved to him as her mother, who was standing between two men in suits, motioned for her to hurry up.

Suddenly Sasuke didn’t feel bad for his classmate.

The next day he noticed Hinata was taking longer than usual to put her stuff away. He peered around the corner and once again he was disappointed in the girl. This time she had her hand in a different bag. He knew who it belonged to; he had learned to avoid its owner at all costs but that didn’t mean that Ino deserved to get her things stolen especially on her birthday!

Hinata felt his gaze but just as quickly as she turned, he leaned back and hid from view. Sasuke walked to his small chair, hands on his face.

Wasn’t he supposed to tell someone? But then Hinata would cry.

He avoided looking at her as she walked in with a smile on her face. He thought back to the things his father would say about the Hyuuga family and how they were all bad people.

But you’re nice at least I used to think so…

He was so troubled he forgot how to spell the vocabulary words he studied for so hard with his brother the night before.

After dinner, Sasuke asked his father for advice. Fugaku noticed the seriousness on his face and was concerned. “What’s on your mind, son?”

“Well… this is a secret, okay? You can’t tell Mommy or Itachi. Promise?”

Fugaku nodded and Sasuke exhaled nervously.

“What do you do if someone you care about…? What if they did something bad and I saw it happen? What do I do?”

His father narrowed his eyes. “Like what?”

Sasuke looked away and wrung his hands nervously.

“Did they hurt someone? Did they lie? Did they steal something?”

Sasuke tensed when he got to the last question.

“Oh,” Fugaku realized. “And do I know this person?”

He didn’t look at his father. Sasuke didn’t want to tell him it was Hinata. He might tell her dad and then she’d get in huge trouble. “No… but what if most of the time they are a good person? And what if you don’t want them to get in trouble?”

“If someone steals, they need to return whatever they took and apologize.” Fugaku carefully analyzed his fidgety son. “Sasuke, do you need me to talk to your teacher?”

Freaking out, Sasuke jumped off the chair. “No, it’s a secret remember! I just need to know what I should do. How do I stop my friend from doing it again?”

Fugaku knew plenty of ways to prevent theft but Sasuke’s situation seemed simple. “Just tell your teacher. He’ll fix it. It’s not up to you to solve everything, okay? And if your friend is angry at you for doing the right thing then they really weren’t your friend to begin with. Stealing is bad even if they are a good person.”

Sasuke shrugged sadly; he didn’t want Hinata to hate him.

With a heavy heart he planned to tell Iruka what he’d seen. However he didn’t see Hinata do it the following day. Or the next. Sasuke was glad she had realized she was doing something bad.

His dilemma was forgotten until almost three weeks later when he saw her opening Naruto’s backpack.

Furious, he balled his pudgy fists.

Why does she keep doing this? And on Naruto’s own birthday!

Suddenly she opened her backpack and pulled out a medium sized bag of cookies. Hinata rummaged through Naruto’s bright orange backpack and carefully put the bag inside. She closed and placed it back in Naruto’s assigned cubby.

Sasuke smiled as he realized Hinata wasn’t stealing from his obnoxious friend; she was giving him a present.

Feeling much better, he walked over to Hinata who froze. “Please, don’t tell anyone!” she cried out. “I wasn’t stealing, I swear!”

“I know. I saw what you gave him. Why didn’t you just tell me?” he asked.

Hinata pressed her fingers together. “I didn’t want everyone to ask me for cookies all the time because Daddy is very busy. He only wants me to give them to special people,” she explained.

He nodded, relieved that he had it all wrong.

However a new dilemma plagued his mind. Why hadn’t he gotten anything so far? Wasn’t he special? His mother certainly told him so.

After days went by, he grew frustrated. He even left his backpack slightly open to make it easier for her.

Where were his darn cookies?

Finally he had enough. If he wasn’t going to get cookies, no one was. He made it a habit to linger behind and see if anyone was lucky enough to get a gift. When Hinata left, he would sneak back and take the goodies. Sometimes he gobbled them immediately. Other times he placed them in his backpack and enjoyed them with Itachi as they watched cartoons, telling him his friend gave them to him.

One day he happened to see Kiba talking to Hinata. He grew worried they found out what he did the day before and listened in.

“I swear didn’t get them, Hinata,” Kiba said. “I checked my backpack twice!”

“B-but I put them in your backpack. I promise!” Her lips quivered. “W-we worked really hard on them...”

Frantic to stop any waterworks, Kiba laughed nervously. “It’s fine. ‘Sides it’s not like Akamaru was upset or anything. He’s a puppy! He doesn’t know anything. He really liked meeting you so ask your dad if you can come over again.”

Still, Hinata apologized to Kiba for probably mistaking his bag for another. She promised to ask her father to make another batch of doggie treats and he hugged her.

While usually he would feel upset that Kiba was getting too close to her, Sasuke’s mind was still processing the fact that he ate dog treats. He held his stomach and walked to Iruka who was concerned by his paleness.

“Sasuke?”

“I don’t feel so good, Sensei.”

Iruka was about to lean down but Sasuke emptied out his stomach contents on his shoes. Nearby children shrieked and ran away while Iruka tried to soothe the crying boy. Mikoto promptly picked him up and took him to the doctor but he wouldn’t reveal what made him sick; Sasuke knew criminals went to jail.

Sasuke decided that he should just stop. Hinata was a nice person and eventually she’d have to give him something soon. Like Itachi always says, he should just be patient.

Then Gaara Sabaku arrived. The shy red haired boy gravitated towards Naruto and, much to his chagrin, Hinata. The two kids were often inseparable during free time and Sasuke also started to hate the stuffed bear he brought along.

Despite Iruka telling him to put it away during lessons, Gaara was still allowed to take it out for recess or free time. Sometimes Gaara would play with Naruto while Hinata played with the bear; she was the only person he trusted with it.

His worst fears were confirmed when Hinata was taking forever putting her stuff away. She returned with a shy smile and sat beside Gaara at their small table. Furious, he asked Iruka if he could use the restroom; they were near the cubbies.

Opening the tan backpack, he saw the bag and harshly pulled it out. He looked in again and saw two black beady eyes looking back. Smirking, Sasuke pulled the bear out and sat down.

“Can I have these cookies, Mr. Bear?” Sasuke asked. “Thank you!”

He started munching on them.

“Oh, you want one too? Here you go!”

He smashed a cookie against the hard snout. “You’re so messy. Doesn’t Gaara teach you manners? Maybe he’s a bad owner. He shouldn’t be friends with Hinata if he’s bad.”

Iruka, noticing Sasuke was taking a long time, went to look for him. What he stumbled upon was the small boy having a patronizing conversation with a stuffed animal as he stuffed his face with cookies.

“Sasuke?”

He froze and hid the bear behind him.

“What are you doing with Gaara’s things?”

“Nothing!” He mumbled, a mouthful of cookies stuffing his cheeks.

Iruka picked up the empty plastic bag and saw a note inside.

“They’re mine!” Sasuke claimed.

‘To: Gaara’ was written elegantly in cursive and he frowned. “Sasuke, this isn’t yours. Why did you take it?”

Slowly chewing, he tried to think of an excuse. He’s seen plenty of shows with his parents where a criminal sometimes used excuses to get out of jail. “Because… they forced me to do it?”

Now Iruka was concerned. “Who?”

Sasuke looked around. “The... Yakuza?”

Iruka stifled a laugh and cleared his throat. “I’ll have to tell your parents, Sasuke. And you need to apologize to Gaara. This isn’t acceptable behavior.”

Sasuke nodded as he stood up. “Should I apologize to Hinata too?”

“Why?”

“They’re her cookies. She makes them and gives them away.”

Hiashi looked at his watch as the last parent finally arrived to pick up their child. He received a call from his daughter’s teacher and was immediately worried something had happened to Hinata. When Iruka assured him she was fine, he was less enthusiastic about this impromptu meeting. Since Hiashi insisted that Hikaru go to her weekly prenatal yoga, he came alone. Well, aside from his two bodyguards.

His eyes narrowed at the ones glaring back at him; he never liked Fugaku Uchiha.

The dislike was mutual and Fugaku was glad he decided to accompany Mikoto on his day off. He didn’t trust any Hyuuga near his family.

Once inside the classroom, Iruka explained the situation much to Hiashi’s amusement.

It seems like the Uchiha is raising a little troublemaker.

“But I’m still confused. I mean, my son knows that if he really wants something, I’ll give it to him,” Mikoto explained. “And I make sweets all the time but he doesn’t really have much a sweet tooth. Are you sure he’s stealing cookies?”

“I’m afraid so,” Iruka nodded. “Sasuke has admitted to it and apparently has done it for quite some time. When I talked to Hinata separately, she said that some of her friends claimed they never received their gifts.”

“Oh no. Fugaku, what if this is a warning sign!? What if it starts small and before we know it he’s a full blown kleptomaniac?” She asked.

Her husband shook his head, “Calm down, Mikoto. Let’s talk to Sasuke and find out for ourselves. Maybe it’s just a phase.”

“Quite the disciplinarian, Chief,” Hiashi mocked as he picked up Hinata. “Instead of harassing me and my business, I suggest you keep a closer eye on your son.”

The air grew thick and the only ones who didn’t pick up on it were Hinata and Sasuke. Hinata was looking over her father’s shoulder at her classmate. Sasuke looked like he was on the brink of tears.

Maybe Daddy and I can make him something special.

“Um, Mr. Hyuuga?” Iruka gulped when his cold pale eyes turned to him. He could even feel the scrutinizing stares coming from the bodyguards through their sunglasses.

The Hyuuga earned their notoriety during a bloody era of unrest where Konoha’s crime families fought for their share of the city. Despite the almost four decades of peace, their reputation hadn’t wavered and Iruka had once thought he caught a glimpse of a tattoo on his arm when his long sleeve rode up a bit.

“We can’t have Hinata bringing food from home that isn’t pre- approved. Some children might have allergies you’re not aware of. Generally, we don’t allow home baked goods even for our holiday parties. It’s school policy-”

Fugaku sneered at Hiashi. “I wouldn't put it past him or his kind to poison children.”

“I respect your concern, Iruka- sensei,” Hiashi replied uninterestedly. “We’ll just stick to store bought sweets like donuts from Chief Uchiha’s favorite bakery. Oh, I almost forgot. How did little Uchiha enjoy the puppy treats? I can make some more if he learns to behave.”

He smirked and walked out, briskly followed by his bodyguards as Fugaku jumped from his seat and Mikoto tried to calm him down.

Hiashi had declined to bake something for the Uchiha; he didn’t want Fugaku to accuse him of trying to poison the brat. But he did promise to do something special for her class’ Valentine’s Day party.

On their way to school, they stopped by a bakery to pick up their special order and Hinata smiled at her father when all her classmates looked in awe at the cupcakes.

After showing Iruka that they weren’t homemade, Hiashi placed the box on the table where all the other food was displayed. He tried not to grimace at the other sugary sweets that other parents bought, and was glad he insisted that the bakery use a healthier frosting option on the treats.

Some parents are just careless.

He hugged Hinata goodbye and went about his day, wondering how long until Chief Uchiha made yet another unannounced visit to his office.

“How was school, kids?” Fugaku asked.

“Okay,” Itachi replied. He didn’t like being smothered by girls but he did enjoy the sweets that came with their affection especially on this celebrated day.

Sasuke grinned. “Yeah, it was fun! I got so many cards but I like Hinata’s best.” He pulled it out of his pocket and proudly showed them. “She even gave me two lollipops when everyone else’s card only had one! Even stupid Gaara didn’t get an extra one.”

Mikoto smiled at her son but gave her husband a stern look as to not ruin Sasuke’s good mood.

“I Ruff You, Valentine,” Itachi read out. “That’s cute. And what did you get your little girlfriend?”

“S-shut up,” Sasuke scowled at Itachi, a slight blush starting to cover his face. “Hinata’s not my girlfriend!”

As Itachi continued to tease his little brother, Fugaku brought his fist to his mouth and muttered, “It’s a fucking dog.”

“It’s from a children’s cartoon, sweetie,” Mikoto softly pointed out. She sometimes watched Paw Patrol with Sasuke when he was home sick.

“Yeah, and it’s just a coincidence that Hiashi’s wrote our son’s name on the card with a cartoon police dog? He’s such an asshole-”

“Watch your language,” Mikoto harshly whispered.

But their sons were still bickering about their special valentines.

Hiashi merely crumbled the cookie Hinata handed him. It seemed that during career day, Chief Uchiha had given cookies to all the children. Some were obviously decorated to look like cops while others were frosted with white and black stripes.

And Hinata happened to have received an extra cookie.

“Why did you do that, Daddy?” Hinata said sadly. “Mr. Uchiha said it was especially for you.”

He saw her pout and glared in Fugaku’s direction. The man, with his son at his side, was basking in the attention some of the kindergartners were giving him.

“I wasn’t hungry,” he replied. “Besides, we can make even better cookies right?”

Her face brightened and she nodded. “Daddy’s the best baker in the world,” she said proudly.

Hiashi smiled and, flanked by their security, walked hand in hand with his daughter. He could just get into a childish quarrel with Fugaku but sometimes it was just better to let things go. There were plenty of reasons to hate the Uchiha and his kin besides poorly made cookies.

I have a third part in mind to wrap this up but idk when.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

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