#2 : The Silent Treatment

Prompt: "Well...yell, scream, say something. Anything."

Hinata Hyuuga was upset. No, not upset...furious, bitter, heated, and very much irritated. She could feel the adrenaline pumping throughout her whole body, her heart racing. No matter how much she tried to put her mind away from what was making her angry, her thoughts couldn't help but linger back to it, or may she say him.

She was already preparing what she was going to tell him, even imagining different scenarios, as if Sasuke was going to perfectly follow the script she made in her head. Hanabi sat on her bed, simply watching her older sister pace back and forth in her room, witnessing the saying "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned" manifesting itself right in front of her own eyes. It wasn't often Hinata got upset, in fact one could even call it rare, but when she did she was not one to mess with.

It had already been over an hour that Hinata was rambling on what she was going to say and do, her ideas changing at what seemed like every 20 minutes. Hinata's words at this point were going in through one of Hanabi's ears and out the other, all sounding like gibberish. Hanabi was struggling to keep her head up until suddenly Hinata stopped dead in her tracks.

"Hanabi?" Hinata asked causing her younger sister to perk up as if she had been listening the whole time when in reality she had stopped a long time ago.

"Yes?" Hanabi gave a nervous smile, hoping her sister wouldn't call her out.

"Well I said... what do you think?" Hinata sighed now making space to sit next to Hanabi, her demeanor seeming much more relaxed compared to what it was before.

"Hinata… think realistically… I mean from what you tell me he's not really a man of many words, and you can never even stay "mad" at him to begin with." Hinata crossed her arms, her eyes now looking away from her sister. "He doesn't have to say one word, you basically do all the talking for him! Do you get what I'm trying to say?" Hinata tilted her head, confused as to what Hanabi's point was.

"Men are men Hinata, and no matter what, Sasuke Uchiha will always fall under that category. They all believe the less they say in argument with women, the better." Hanabi said rolling her eyes. Hinata's face was now several shades of red, since when did her little sister become such an expertise on men? She made a mental note to ask her about it some other day.

"It's time you play the game better than he does," a smirk was now on Hanabi's face, "I propose that you give him the silent treatment."

"The s-silent treatment?" Hinata's face scrunched up, "Don't you think it's a little childish?"

"No because you're going to force Sasuke to do all the talking," Hanabi chuckled.

"I don't know Hanabi …"

"Yeah yeah I know, it's hard not to talk to the sole love of your life, blah , blah, blah," Hanabi mockingly said, "just think about it Hinata. It'll take a while, but he'll break. Don't think about it Hinata, just do it."

Hinata stood up, a look of skepticism on her face.

"Well Hinata I'm going to sleep," Hanabi yawned, "turn the light off on your way out."

And so that night as she was leaving her old compound, Hinata thought about Hanabi's idea of giving Sasuke the "silent treatment." Hinata had her doubts, especially because she knew she was prone to succumbing to guilt, and it'd be difficult to ignore the very few moments she got with Sasuke. It'd make her feel mean, and Hinata Hyuuga was not a mean person.

She then thought about what he did, her mind conflicting between teaching him a lesson or just letting it go, before she knew it she was in front of their place, it was either now or never.

"Don't think about it Hinata, just do it," Hinata whispered Hanabi's words back to herself, thus making up her mind.

Sasuke Uchiha enjoyed silence. Silence was in his opinion, one's greatest weapon. It couldn't get one into trouble, and in many cases … he noticed it could personally get him out of it. You see Sasuke didn't have experience in romantic relationships, but it didn't mean that he didn't notice the ones around him when he was growing up. Women, in his opinion, liked to bait for arguments, and what better way to counterpart than with silence. He'd been told by others in the past that his blunt comments were rude, so why make a situation worse?

He knew that in the rare occasions Hinata was upset she'd throw a bitter comment in the air, hoping he'd take the bait and start arguing with her. So coming home that night he expected her to be in a slightly grumpy mood, but get over it once she let the steam roll over.

When he walked in, he didn't hear her usual greeting or anything for that matter. Something was different tonight. There she was sitting on the couch, sewing up a ripped piece of clothing. He told himself not to think much of it, but something felt off.

"Hinata," he stated her name, assuming that by some small chance she didn't hear him come in.

She looked up, held a stare with him for about 3 seconds, and then went back to sewing. Was he slightly taken back? Yes. Was that going to make him pry her? No.

He went into the kitchen somewhat relieved that she at least left food on the counter, but it looked like he was eating by himself tonight.

Hinata on the other hand felt horrible. Rude. As she sat there sewing, a part of her just wanted to walk into the kitchen, tell him what was on her mind, and then get on with their lives, but no not this time. She needed to hear explanations from him not just a meaningless "I'm sorry".

Once she finished sewing, she got ready for bed, ready to continue the silent treatment until he finally cracked.

He assumed she was in bed when he saw that she was no longer seated on the couch. No goodnight, no anything. He sighed, rubbing his hand on his temple. "How troublesome," he thought.

The next day was a free day for both of them, which they had originally planned to go appliance shopping days prior and so Sasuke assumed that was still the plan for the day when he woke up to Hinata already getting ready. "She's probably over it by now," he thought as he forced himself out of bed.

Once he finished getting ready himself, he went into the kitchen to say his regular goodmorning to Hinata, but when he did she did the exact same thing as yesterday. Stare and then look away, causing him to roll his eyes. "You're the last person I'd expect to act like such a kid," he scoffed as he walked back into the room. Hinata bit her lip now having her doubts about this working.

"It'll take a while, but he'll break," Hinata was remembering Hanabi's words. She just had to give it time.

Sasuke felt like a puppy following its owner, he didn't even know where exactly they were going. Not like he could ask her as he assumed she wouldn't give him a response. It was complete utter silence around them, and it wasn't their usual comfortable silence. It was an empty one, as if she was truly by herself.

As the day went on, she'd observe different colored plates, cups, and utensils certainly restraining herself from asking for his opinion. Even though Sasuke wasn't one to really dwell on designs, colors, and all that stuff, she still liked dragging him along always telling him that his input was important no matter how small.

"It's too dark," he told her as she was observing a purple bowl, which clearly didn't faze her as she put it in her shopping bag. Today his input clearly didn't matter at all.

He insisted that he carry her bag as they were walking back to their place, but she continued to ignore him. A part of him felt like selfishly snatching the bag, but that would just make matters worse.

For the first time in a very long time, Sasuke Uchiha absolutely hated silence. He couldn't do it anymore, it was killing him. The day wasn't even over and he was already fed up with Hinata's silent treatment.

Once they got back home, Hinata went into the kitchen and began to put away her newly bought items, Sasuke following right behind.

"Hinata." Ignored. He tried grabbing her hand, and though she didn't push his hand away, she wasn't exactly grabbing his hand back but instead kept it limp. She sighed, deciding that she was just as weak as he was… and so she finally said something.

"What," she didn't ask, but stated. Her eyes now locked with his.

"Well...yell, scream, say something. Anything." He sighed, feeling a weight come off his shoulders. She on the other hand rolled her eyes, mumbling a "Why should I" under her breath.

Squeezing her hand, he then said, "Fine then I'll do the talking," he paused for a moment and with a straight face said, "I really think that plate you bought was a horrendous shade of purple." And as he stared at her, he could see she was trying her best not to crack a smile, but failed to do so anyway.

"I'm still mad at you."

"And why is that?"

"B-because … you never do the talking. It's always me, and sometimes it feels like I'm talking to a brick wall," she said which caused a small smile to appear on his face.

"You're right Hinata, I don't talk," he said causing her to be slightly taken back, "I listen, and I change. When have you ever gotten mad at me for the same thing?" he asked. Hinata raised a finger to her lips carefully thinking, but her face became a light shade of red as she realized that he had a point. "I'm sorry if that makes you feel like I'm inconsiderate, but next time just tell me how you feel Hinata," and with that he gave her a small kiss on her forehead leaving her at a loss for words.

Hinata's face was now a deep shade of red, now feeling embarrassed at her childish antics.

"Come on. Let's just go to bed," he said, making Hinata to smile as she came to the realization that though Sasuke Uchiha wasn't a man of many words, that when he was… it was for her at least, the perfect words at the perfect time.

"So why were you originally mad to begin with?" he asked before she could fall asleep. Hinata snickered, "Well…"

A/N: I'll leave her reason to your imagination lmao. Sorry for updating so late, I had so many midterms, laziness, and I lowkey had writer's block in terms of ending the one shot which led me to keep pushing it off.