1. Introduction
When she was first introduced to the boy with the duck hair, dark eyes and petulant voice, she was terrified of him.
Their parents had thought it was a good idea to get the two children (one heir to a large fortune and company, the other second in line for said title) acquainted with each other (in order to weasel information out of the children about the other's family). He had acted as a perfect gentleman to her, giving a shallow bow to her, telling her that for a girl she wasn't that ugly (which called upon several admonishing glares on behalf of the parents), and that he was very pleased to meet her.
It wasn't long before the wives began crooning over the sweet children and planning wedding dates, something that the children purposely ignored and didn't quite understand yet. They crawled around on the floor pretending to be cats and dogs until the adults decided both would be fine by themselves (Wouldn't he be such a handsome groom? She's make a lovely wife) and left to another room to begin their meeting.
As soon as the door closed, the horror began.
He immediately began to shoot her down with mean words such as, "I hate you. I'm only here and being nice to you because mother and father don't want to embarrass you. You're a stupid booger face." and taunt her by pulling on her hair. The torment continued until footsteps and voices could be heard on the opposite side of the door where the parents were bidding their goodbyes. Instantly, he let go of the hair he had been pulling and sat beside her civilly.
"Come on, Sasuke, say good bye to Hinata. You can see her again soon." His mother called and smiled at the terrified girl sweetly.
"Bye, 'nata." He stood up and left with his mother with one glance back that promised much more suffering if she even told a peep of what had transpired.
Her dreams that night were not of the Boogyman or other monsters, but a small four year old who would kick her, taunt her, then run away.
Her second introduction to him had been when he transferred to her high school. She had recognized him right away and nearly died when the teacher called upon her to show him around the school. He told her his name and in return told the boy her name.
For six painstakingly long seconds Hinata waited as he scrutinized her to recognize her, but was tear jerkingly happy when he looked away from her to an object of more interest with a grunt. "Hn."
She toured him along the hallways, stuttering as she pointed to the different classrooms or rooms of certain interests until he leaned against a wall and gave her a bored stare. "You can just go now. Tell him I went home sick, or that someone else took over, or even the truth. I don't really care." With that he turned around and began walking away.
"B-but I have to!" She yelped as she stumbled after him.
He turned around and glared at her. "I just said you don't have to. I'm going home, so go away." He continued walking away as Hinata stared at him with a gaping mouth.
His parting words were, "You have an enormously large rack, you know? You should get a new bra."
The next few years of high school were spent in the torture of his teasing and bullying.
The next time they were introduced was when she was given a position at a well known law firm on her first day. The kind pink haired assistant had guided her into an office where she greeted the man who was staring down at his papers in deep concentration, a deep line running between his eyebrows as he tapped the paper with a finger impatiently.
"Mr. Uchiha," The assistant called sweetly and pushed Hinata in gently. "It's the newbie. I thought you'd want to make the new meat's acquaintance."
He finally looked up at her frightened and wide doe eyes and smirked. "I see you took my advice and finally got yourself a good bra."
It was not long before the two were given yet another introduction. She was attending a close friend's wedding, only to be surprised to see him standing there as the best man. The groom had dragged her over to the uncomfortably bored looking man who looked at her with mild surprise before giving way to a small smirk she was so accustomed to.
"Sasuke, this is Hinata, the girl I was talking about!" The groom laughed boisterously and gave the irritated looking man a not-so-light pat on the back. "She's the one who introduced me to my…" He looked around the room briefly before grinning wildly at the blushing bride who returned the grin. "…wife." With that, he took off with another bright grin and shouted loud enough for the entire room to hear, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"
The two stood in awkward silence for a moment before he asked, "So, how's the new job?"
"I-it's fine." She returned uncomfortably and wrung her fingers together.
"Why'd you quit?" He was currently amusing himself by counting ceiling tiles under muttered breath.
"W-well, they pay better and have better benefits…"
"…fifteen…sixteen…If you asked, I would've given you a raise. You were a pretty good worker, you never really slacked or anything…seventeen…"
She merely squirmed uncomfortably.
"…twenty…twenty-one…Why'd you really quit?…twenty-four…wait. Dammit."
She turned a dark red suddenly and mumbled, "That is the r-reason."
"No it isn't. You just turned your tomato red. We always end up like this, don't we?" He asked suddenly, giving way to a swift change of subject that Hinata was grateful for.
"Like what?"
"Like this. Hastily introduced before left alone. Like when we were kids and I terrorized you, then when we were in high school and you were made to tour me around the campus and I commented on your boobs, then when I made a not-so-appropriate comment again on your breasts that really, you should've sued me for under the grounds of sexual harassment on your first day and Sakura was so embarrassed that she left quickly…then now."
"You remembered me from when we were little?" She asked with wide eyes. She was so sure that he hadn't recognized her when he saw her for the first time in high school…
"Of course I did. I just didn't think you did. I was a bit of a monster when I was younger, wasn't I?"
She chuckled. "Y-you don't leave a very good first impression, do you?"
He returned the chuckle with a half-grin. "I suppose not." He shifted his eyes towards her. "But you never told me the real reason you quit. I'm not ever going to let this go until you do, you know. I may even take it personally."
She turned even redder than before and mumbled almost incoherently, "I didn't think w-writing on y-your company paper with this p-pen would be the best idea…" She wasn't sure what possessed her to actually say that. She should've lied. Lying would have been the best choice by far.
She almost swore that she saw his face tinge slightly. "And what makes you think that this pen wants to write on your paper?"
She gave a horrified gasp and covered her open mouth. "Wh-what? N-no! I wasn't assuming a-anything! I was j-just--"
He gave small, barely there smile and chuckled. "I was kidding. I was almost glad that you left. I didn't want to infringe on company policy either, anyways."
Her eyes widened as she clutched his sleeve. "R-really? Y-you're not teasing me, a-are you?"
"I am not. I got over that stage a long time ago."
She smiled and pressed her face against his shoulder where she smiled and whispered. "Th-that's nice."
His face was definitely more than tinged now as he awkwardly stumbled across the next words, "I didn't mean what I said about your boobs before. They were the best boobs I had ever seen. Er, are the best. Really great. Should I stop talking? Are you laughing at me?"
Hinata bit back the giggles as she said, "Thank you. I'm g-glad that you like them so much."
He was unquestionably red now.
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Um. We'll see how long I'll last for this.
EDIT: Okay, not an edit really, but I've had a bunch of people ask me about the company pen and paper thing. I'm pretty sure there's a saying that goes somewhat like this: "Don't write on company paper with a company pen." Which (as far as I know and was told) means you shouldn't be engaging in relations in the workplace with your co-workers. That makes things a little easier now, right? -uneasy glance around-
Ciao,
MissLe