Mrs. Uchiha.
Hibiscus-chan
The strong never admire the weak. In fact there were few words for what the Uchiha clan of plotocrats thought about the world and well…everyone who wasn't Uchiha. That was before they knew Hinata Hyuga – the world's most entirely and one hundred percent inefficient human being. Lets just say sometimes the rich don't get the last laugh!
It was five in the freaking morning, the weather horrendously frigid and of all God's creations on his doorstep was the Hana's restaurant daughter – Hinata Hyuga. What was she doing here? Not a friggin' clue. Why was she crying? Not a friggin' clue. And why hadn't she left already… well, his mind knew the answer by now.
Bored, and tired, he stifled a yawn and adjusted what little focus he had to the abnormally dressed restaurant heiress. It was not everyday he had the privilege..if you consider this a privilege.. to be, for a lack of better words apologized to for what seem to be a tinsy incident blown severely out of proportion.
"Ms…" he paused to reminisce her name. What was it again?
Hinabi…Hitaka…something..
Even her name was boring.
"Mr. Uchiha. Please forgive me for my very bad manners. You see, my father he wasn't in the country and it was my first time looking over the restaurant and I completely forgot about your business lunch and I'm so sorry the shrimp wasn't to your liking…"
The things people these days did to ensure a good working relationship. The best part.. it begins as early as five in the morning. Joy…
He wasn't thrilled over that bit but he was man who could identify good caliber when he saw it. He knew the Hyugas as good people, over generous with just about everything. Tch..
At this point in time Sasuke was just about ready to shut the door in her face and go back to bed. That however was what he expected when things went from weird to just.. well, strangely weirder..
He probably should have 'actually' been listening to her because he had no context for what she was doing.
"..I would do anything… anything for you…"
He blinked back. Shouldn't you, oh I dunno.. inquire?
"Ms.."
"…Wait I'm not done." For a shy girl she sure was making herself emphatically clear.
Ok then..
"So you see Uchiha-sama… "
Sama now..this progressively keeps getting better…
"…the Hyuga restaurant is assured of wanting to keep your family a loyal customer and if there is anything I can do, please let me know" and with all the confidence she could muster she shoved her business card into his hands.
Retrieving what could only be now a slightly damp business card he contained himself from barfing at her sweaty palms.
Nice..real nice..
He could tell she didn't get out much. The thought alone made him laugh. What kind of man would seriously take out this loony?
"….urh, thanks"
"You're welcome" she nodded.
They stood there just blinking…
Blinking….
Sasuke…you have a meeting in the next two hours, please…get rid of this 'situation.'
With pleasure..
"Much appreciated. A good day to you Ms. Hyugua" he bowed slightly.
She flushed.
Sasuke shut the door.. and this is the reason I don't wake up before seven..
To be continued.
Please be gentle. My first fanfic ever written and I'm scared..please anything positive is appreciated. Anything vile is encouraged, just write it..nice-ish. I have a weak heart.
