The SEAL'S Kiss

Celestia193's Author's Note: Okay, so for this story, Silver got something of a request concerning just what job Sasuke does, and though the initial plot is different than the request, I kinda jumped on it, and we took off from there. It's going to be something of a romantic comedy, but with darker undertones and plotting going on. Either way, I hope you enjoy this first chapter. There is badassery galore.

Silver's Author's Note: This story is very unique. We've got politics, romantic comedy, mystery, action, and a lot of crack (the silly kind) in this. There are many kinds of relationships included in this one. While the majority of any romance in this will be centered on Sasuke and Hinata, there are mentions of polyamory. If any of that bothers you, you might want to turn back now. For those of you still here, we hope you enjoy this story and reviews are always appreciated.

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Chapter 1

Hinata's high heels click as she makes her way towards the dinning room of the White House as she had done hundreds of times before. That was only to be expected though, when one was the daughter of the President.

Tonight was an event that wasn't marked on any public schedule, it was a more private affair, but it wasn't entirely casual either. Her family was dining with the Uchiha family tonight. If the press had known about this dinner and the handful of others they had had so far, they probably would have referred to it as a meeting of dynasties. Because that's essentially what it was.

"Good evening, Father." Hinata smiles as she kisses her father's cheek. "Mother." She does the same to her mother as she smiles at her cousin, Neji, and her younger sister, Hanabi. "Sorry, I'm late, everyone."

Late by Hyuga standards meant arriving at 8:01 instead of 8 P.M. Though in this case, even Hinata felt self-conscious about that other minute, mostly because of the guest list. "Traffic was murder."

"Yes, So it seems." Her father nods slowly. "Perhaps you should leave a little earlier next time." Hiashi hated it when his daughters were late. Late meant that something could have happened. Something out of the reach of their protection. And as his daughters, they were in all the more danger of being victims of targeted crimes.

Years of practice. Only years of practicing her 'Public Face' enabled her not to sigh at the seemingly mild reprimand from her father. "Yes, you're right." She smiles at the President. "I'll be sure to leave earlier next time." Hinata loved her father. She truly did, but the man very high expectations. The bluenette knew that it was just his way of showing that he cared though. It was Hiashi's way of showing that he had faith in them to meet his nearly impossible standards. She knew that, but it was still embarrassing to be mildly chastised over being one minute late. Though she supposed a lot could happen in sixty seconds.

Hinata quickly strides over to the only seat available. "Neji." She smiles at her cousin as she takes her seat next to him. Of course, he was sitting next to Itachi Uchiha as usual. She was beginning to wonder if the two Congressmen were glued to the hip instead of just in a political partnership. One rarely saw one without the other these days. And she'd heard things about the two of them allegedly plotting to take over Congress, and it was becoming difficult to tell fact from fiction. "Did I miss anything?" She smiles sweetly.

Neji smirks slightly. "Only the setting of the table and the arrival of the appetizers." Chuckling slightly, he looks down at the French dish that he can't hope to pronounce properly. "Well, and some mild arguing from Rasa and Onoki."

Rasa Sabaku, the governor of New York. He and his family had flown in from the Big Apple to attend the dinner. All except for Gaara. The red head was far more interesting to Neji than his father, as he was considered THE best campaign manager that anyone could ever have. And of course, it was someone like Itachi who would only have said best working on his campaign whenever he was up for re-election, whether it had been in the House, or now in the Senate.

Itachi himself came from a powerful family, if not mainly political in nature. The Uchiha didn't usually hold office themselves, with the notable exception of Itachi. Most of them worked for the military or the CIA, sometimes both. Fugaku Uchiha was former military himself, now the director of the NCIS. His wife, Mikoto was a retired interrogator for the CIA.

Hinata laughs softly at that. "Oh I see." She smiles as sits down by him. "Well what seems to be the debate this evening?" Onoki would argue with anyone over anything.

Rasa was used to being in control. It was rare to see anyone who would dare argue with the stoic governor. So whenever those two were around each other, fireworks were bound to follow.

"Something about Senator Onoki's security not being allowed in with their weapons." Neji didn't see what the big deal was, only the Secret Service were allowed their weapons in the White House. There was no way that normal security personnel would be needed in this fortress.

"Oh. I see." Hinata nods in understanding. "Well I assure you Senator Onoki, that you're perfectly safe here." She smiles at him. Other than that comment, she wouldn't touch that issue with a one hundred foot pole.

The old man grumbles, sitting back in his chair as he picks at the cheesy appetizer in front of him, complaining about fat clogging his arteries.

Neji shakes his head at the sight. "I suppose that it's best that he complains about the food instead." Maybe the old man would have a heart attack and keel over. It would save him and Itachi a lot of headaches during sessions.

Emiko smiles trying to soothe everyone's agitation over. "We're all so happy that you could all make it." Ever the polite hostess. Of course, the woman had had a lot of practice, Hinata muses. "I know that traveling by plane these days can be a rather draining experience." The bluenette nods in agreement with her mother on that point. Security could be a nightmare. Thank goodness for Airforce One.

From the table occupied by numerous redheads, and two blonds from the Uzumaki family, Minato smiles. "Some of us from further than others." His son, for one. The older blond man was something of a media titan after breaking away from CNN to start his own mixed media company, using every outlet the digital age had to offer, and by recruiting members of his family to help the station quickly go global. Konoha News was up to date on anything and everything, breaking stories almost as quickly as they happened. But his son was a navy officer who had just returned from across the Pacific. Their whole family was thrilled to see him home safe and sound.

"Happy to be here!" Naruto grins at the First Lady. "It's nice to actually eat something besides soldier rations." He rubs his stomach as if to emphasize his point. "Real food is great! Too bad there's no ramen, but damn the White House Chefs really know what they're doing."

The Uzumaki table all break out laughing, and even a few of the Uchiha, and Neji smirk at the sight. He hadn't met the man, but Neji had heard a few things about Naruto Uzumaki. Namely, that the sailor was reckless, headstrong, but a quick and unorthodox kind of thinker, to put it kindly. Itachi was often very…frank with his descriptions of others.

Hanabi laughs and smiles. "Yes, it's one of the things I miss most about the White House, when I'm away on a shoot." The young model sighs wistfully.

Neji rolls his eyes at his cousin. "Yes, I'm sure that it must be terribly inconvenient to have to survive without a chef cooking for you while you're working." Honestly, would it kill the girl to learn how to cook for herself? Neji knew how to make at least thirty dishes from scratch. …He and Itachi were fans of French and Italian food. Sue them.

But no, his cousin cared more about her clothes and make-up than learning how to cook for herself. The girl made an excellent model, but would never survive as a chef. And her clothes were always much more revealing than his uncle would have liked, Hanabi had no problems showing herself off to the world.

Hinata, on the other hand…Neji liked helping Hinata with her wardrobe. Everything was always very nice and proper, and never too racy. Even the 'date' items were tasteful. And so was her semi-formal attire, such as the knee-length black dress, and the fitted white jacket she wore. Some women, on the other hand… Well, the lady Senator, Mei, despite her appearance disguising her age, was showing entirely too much skin with the nearly backless ivory cream and black dress that revealed far too much of those impossibly long legs.

Women, sometimes, Neji could never understand them.

"It is!" Hanabi nods energetically. "You have no idea how much I've suffered!" She flails dramatically to illustrate her point and Hinata laughs softly at her sister's antics.

Neji shakes his head, polishing off his first plate. "Then I suggest that you learn to cook, Cousin. Perhaps then, you might not be so inconvenienced." He leans towards Itachi on his other side. "Honestly, that girl…"

Itachi chuckles at his colleague's exasperation. "It's just a phase." He smiles at his friend. "She'll grow out of it." Maybe.

"I doubt that…" Neji mutters a few frustrations under his breath as the first course arrives. "Even as an only child, I seem to be stricken with the problems of an older brother."

"It is our job to protect our younger relatives from their own foolishness." He nods sagely in an effort to comfort Neji.

At those words, Neji spots a young man with onyx eyes and short black hair, maybe a year younger than himself, shooting Itachi a withering look. "One more time, Itachi. Call me foolish one more time today, and I will get back on that boat."

Itachi sighs and takes a sip of his wine. "Very well. I won't call you that again today." He'd just wait until tomorrow to call his sulking, foolish little brother, exactly that!

His eye twitches at Itachi's blatantly unsaid intentions. "And call me that any time this week, and I'll go back to California ahead of schedule." Sasuke was on leave right now, but that didn't mean he couldn't go back to Coronado if he wanted to. After all, he was only here to visit his family before heading back to the base with Naruto.

"You're so cruel sometimes." Itachi shakes his head as though this was all terribly vexing and leans over to poke Sasuke's forehead. "Perhaps some wine will help you relax." If he couldn't call Sasuke foolish, he was damn well going to poke his forehead! It was his affectionate gesture for Sasuke that he knew always drove the other man crazy! "That or have some more of the tomato salad." Which was why he did it. "I know how much you like it."

As Sasuke mutters a few unflattering words under his breath, Neji looks at him curiously. The man was dressed entirely in black, some of it clearly silk, and parts of the shirt were on the shiny side, pulling loosely over rather well-developed muscles. That could only mean one thing. "You must be the elusive Sasuke Uchiha, right?"

Hinata blinks upon hearing that. She had known for years that Fugaku and Mikoto Uchiha had two sons, but the Hyuga woman had only ever met one. Itachi. So this was Sasuke.

She probably should have guessed that sooner, but there were just so many people in the room that perhaps the quietest of the lot had almost slipped by entirely unnoticed. Now, that she had seen him now though...well it was kinda hard not to notice him.

"Hinata, can you pass the salt?" Hanabi smiles at her sister.

The bluenette almost didn't hear her, but dutifully passes the requested seasoning anyway. "Here." There was enough of a resemblance between him and Itachi to mark the two as brothers, but Sasuke clearly took more after his mother than anyone else in his family. Well at least when it came to appearance.

"Thank you." Hanabi nods as she pours some salt on her meal, unaware that her sister's attention had been completely diverted. "So how long are you and Naruto staying here?" The younger Hyuga woman smiles, making small talk.

The raven black hair, that moonlight pale skin, and that aristocratic bone structure were so similar to Mikoto that it was almost eerie. The only differences really were his age, gender, and the little spikes of hair sticking up in the back. Sasuke was male. Very, very male judging by those biceps.

Sasuke glances at the younger woman blankly. "A few weeks, maybe. The team wanted to see Washington. We'll head back to San Diego after they're done sightseeing."

Hinata couldn't help, but feel a little disappointed at that. "Well I can't blame them." She smiles though. "D.C. is a beautiful city. There's a lot to see here." Oh well. Sasuke was very attractive, but guys like that didn't date wallflowers like her.

Sasuke's eyes flick to the elder sister. Well, she seemed more pleasant than the President's youngest daughter, he'd give her that. Nosy, air-headed, self-absorbed girls really didn't do it for him. But…her name was Hinata, wasn't it? She certainly acted the part of a dignified daughter of the President, if a little on the shy side. Quieter than her sister, but with a much nicer voice, too. "I suppose, but I've seen it plenty before. Grew up at Quantico."

Oh. That was right. "Well I think it's like a fine wine really.'" That was a bit embarrassing. His mother had worked for the CIA and Fugaku was in charge of the NCIS. "It gets more gets better with time." Of course, Sasuke was familiar with the city.

"Hn." Sasuke covers his mouth to conceal a smirk. Like a fine wine? Really? It looked like she had a sense of humor, at least. "Right…I think I prefer boats to politicians. They're like vodka. More fun."

Hinata laughs softly. "I can tell you aren't a politician because you just said that in a room full of them." She shakes her head in amusement and sips her drink.

"Definitely not." Sasuke shakes his head amusedly. "That's why I joined the navy, to get away from all the politicians. It's easier to do when you're half the world away."

"That explains a lot." Like those biceps. "Well I hope you enjoy your leave. It sounds as though you've earned it."

More like it was mandatory, but Sasuke figure that spending some time with his family was good, even if they annoyed him like there was no tomorrow. "I'm trying, but Naruto insisted on dragging me all the way back here. Insists that the four of us are going to go clubbing every night until we head back."

At this point, Neji just rolls his eyes, switching his and Hinata's plates, putting hers next to Sasuke's as he ushers Itachi into the seat he'd been sitting in previously. "If you two are going to keep talking around us, you might as well just sit together."

Hinata feels her face burn bright red at that. "N-Neji!" If she had thought she was embarrassed at being late, it was nothing to the embarrassment she felt now!

"Go on." Neji shoos her into the chair next to Sasuke. "You're the one making more of a scene than there needs to be."

Emiko shakes her head. "Neji, you're embarrassing the poor girl and likely our guest." She knew he meant well, but sometimes he could be a bit abrupt in his efforts to help people when the cameras weren't rolling. "And Hinata, just humor your cousin."

Hinata sighs and nods. "Yes, mother." She looks at Sasuke apologetically as she sits down next to him.

Not really minding this change in the seating order, Sasuke quietly gulps down some soup. Anything was better than having Itachi poking his forehead in public. Reaching up to his forehead, Sasuke presses the spot, testing for bruising. Luckily, it didn't hurt at all, which meant it wouldn't bruise. "Good…"

Hinata tilts her head in confusion. "What's good?" Sasuke had just muttered the word good, but she didn't know why.

Sasuke blinks, lowering his hand as his face heats a little. "Itachi likes to poke my forehead. Sometimes it bruises."

"Oh." That sounded a bit painful. "That's unfortunate. Well at least he doesn't force you to wear high heels like my sister does sometimes." Seriously, Hinata had no idea how her sister ever managed to walk in those things.

"I've had my feet stepped on by heels, repeatedly. Does that count?" Sasuke, though stubborn enough not to give up, had cursed Itachi many times for the 'punishments' he came up with whenever Sasuke lost a bet as a teenager.

Well that did sound unpleasant. "Not exactly, but I will give you partial credit." One didn't know true agony until they tried to walk in stilettos. Luckily, Hanabi was just forcing her to wear regular heels these days.

"Only partial credit, huh?" Sasuke was pretty sure he'd done worse than walking in heels, but he could humor her, at least. "Well, at least it looks like we can agree on a mild to moderate loathing of the devices."

"Mhm." Hinata nods as if it was obvious. "One has to be fair." She giggles.

"I suppose that's true. I'm glad I never had to wear those kinds of heels." He wasn't used to anything nearly so high. His combat boots gave him a little extra height with the thick soles, and so did those damn shoes he'd worn for far too much of his teenage years. But never anything more than an inch.

Naruto laughs. "Shame bastard. You've got nice legs, might as well show them off." He couldn't resist. It was too easy to tease him.

Sasuke glares at his best friend, whose ears were way too sharp for his own good. "Shut up, Idiot." The last thing he needed was to be compared to a woman. His brother did that more than enough already.

"Mr. President, you should give your daughter some kind of ambassadorship." Naruto grins. "She got this bastard to be nice for a whole ten minutes. That's gotta be some kind of record." Seriously, he should try to call that world record place. "And I'm not an idiot!"

While Sasuke glares, Neji coughs loudly. "Hinata happens to currently be in training to take on the duties of an ambassador." So while the comment was not unmerited, it was rather redundant. Or perhaps jumping the gun a little.

Hiashi nods. "Indeed, that is the case." His eyes fall on the young man seated next to his daughter. Sasuke Uchiha, huh? A young navy officer…Fugaku's youngest son. He was getting along rather…well with his daughter, his very shy daughter, enough to make her smile and laugh like a child.

Hinata blushes and nods. "It won't be for a while yet." She was only twenty-five. It was mostly her age and relative lack of official experience that kept her from getting an official position as an ambassador. "I'm quite happy at Dreams for the Future Foundation for now though."

So the girl was going to be an ambassador? Sasuke considers it and nods. "In that case, good luck. The world is full of stubborn old men who won't listen to anyone." Onoki was one such example, the old coot. It was politicians like him that made Sasuke WANT to be on the other side of the world.

"That may be true to a degree, but there are just as many stubborn young men." Hinata's eyes dance with amusement. "Like your brother or my cousin."

Or him, not that Sasuke was going to admit to that out loud. "Yeah, that's true. I-" He freezes as he hears a sharp pop in the distance, even over the chatters of the guests. Was that…? No, it couldn't be. It almost sounded like a gunshot.

Then, there it was again. Barely audible, but clearly there to his ears. And if he heard it…there's no way that Naruto could have missed it either. He glances at his friend, worry, caution, and determination swirling in his eyes.

"EVERYONE, GET DOWN!" Shit! Shit! "Those are gunshots!" He looks at Sasuke. "Please tell me that you're packing!" Cause he wasn't!

"Not yet." Sasuke grits his teeth, wishing that of all days, he'd snuck a Beretta in here. Not like he could smuggle in his rifle. Still he forces Hinata out of her chair and to the floor. "Stay down, and whatever happens, don't get up until I say so." He glances at his brother, then his father. "We need two guns, right now!"

Hinata umpfs in confusion as she looks up at them. Gunshots?! They had to be under attack. That was the only thing that could explain all this. She nods dumbly. If he said to stay down, she'd stay down.

Fugaku looks at the Secret Service agents. "If you've got extra guns, give them each one." As much as he was loathed to put his son in this situation, he knew that Sasuke could handle it.

Frowning hesitantly, two of the agents unholster spare side-arms, only for Sasuke to snatch them up and toss one to Naruto, grimacing slightly at the unfamiliar feel of the Glock, as opposed to the Sig he preferred. It felt odd in his hand, the grip angle and very "boxy" nature so different from the P226 he is used to carrying. Still, he raises it to eyes level as he leaves the table, stepping silently towards Naruto as he keeps his eyes trained on the only way in and out of the East Room.

No one made a sound, it seemed like no one even breathed. Sasuke's senses were on high alert, watching the windows and the doors. If these were amateurs, they likely wouldn't make it inside. But if these were professionals…they could come from just about anywhere.

Like from above. Four shadows on the ceiling catch Sasuke's eye, and he raises the pistol in a split second, locking three of the targets in his sights, knowing instinctively where Naruto would shoot first.

An agent, bloodied and bruised, races into the room in a panic. "Mr. President, we have assas-" But his warning comes too late, it's already over.

Six gunshots ring out and four bodies fall from the ceiling to the floor, one of them falling onto one of the dining tables. Three shot in the head, one shot once in the head and twice in the chest. Sasuke, with his sniper's accuracy, and Naruto with the three shot execution style. Neither had left any margin for error.

Hinata stares in shock and horror as four men hit the floor. Dead. They were dead. Their would be assassins had met their end at the hands of a formerly bubbly blond and one deadly sniper of an Uchiha.

It was the first time that she had ever seen someone die in front of her. Let alone four people. She didn't know what to say and apparently, neither did anyone else. The room was deadly silent.

Sasuke's eyes flick around the room, frowning at the ceiling. How had they gotten in? These were clearly trained professionals, able to slip in almost completely unnoticed. "Naruto, get us a casualty count, I'll check the bodies." If they had any identifying marks, he would be able to spot them.

"Right!" Naruto nods as he counts the dead bodies of the almost assassins. "Well we've got four bad guys." He looks around the room from top to bottom. "And none of the actual targets died." He cautiously makes his way outside the room to check on the Secret Service agents.

There was obviously the injured one that had tried to warn them, but there were also three agents laying on the ground. They had been shot multiple times. "Damn it. " He leans down to check for pulses, but he knew that it was more a formality than anything. "They didn't make it."

They weren't the only ones though. There was one agent who had been shot, but hadn't been able to get up. He was still trying though and groaning with pain. "Don't worry, we're going to get you some help and the President is fine!" He tells him as he races back into the room.

"Well the good news everyone that they were trying assassinate is okay." Naruto nods as he darts over towards Sasuke. "The bad news is three Secret Service Agents didn't make it. We've got one who is injured, but walking and another who is injured, but...not. He needs medical attention stat!"

"Damn it…" Sasuke pulls out his phone, hitting the speed-dial. "Sakura, you and Sai need to get to the White House, now! We've got seven dead, two injured, call Kakashi to tell him what's going on, and have Sai call for paramedics."

Most people would have panicked, but not Sakura. "I'm on it!" She was a Navy SEAL, and she was used to being in bad situations. Well at least as used to them as anyone could be. She has Sai call the paramedics and the two swiftly depart for the White House.

As Sasuke hangs up, he notes the concealed, silenced pistols carried by all four assassins. That explained why there was only so much gunfire, they didn't hear the assassins' guns at all. And as he picks one up to check for a serial number, he's not at all surprised to see it meticulously filed off, and the place where it should have been perfectly concealed. "Untraceable. These guys are definitely professionals…" But that said…who was the target? The President? One of the senators? His father? Maybe Namikaze? There were so many potential targets in one room that it was almost impossible to determine just who they were here for. Maybe multiple targets? Kakashi would be able to figure it out.

With the coast seemingly clear, Minato raises his head from behind the table, smiling grimly, even bitterly. "Well, that was certainly one way to end dinner." If only it hadn't cost so many lives…

Kushina swats her husband upside the head. "Minato! This is no time for jokes!" Oh God! Seven people had died and three of them had been innocent agents!

Still, the comment and display do allow for the room to begin breathing again, diffusing some of the earlier tension. And, getting to his feet, checking the magazine of the pistol in his hand to verify the number of bullets used, Sasuke hands the gun back to the agent he'd 'borrowed' it from. Then, he turns to the First Family, confirming that none of them had been hurt by a silenced bullet. "Mr. President…"

"I know." His eyes were wary as if he wasn't entirely sure the danger had passed. "We're going to need to heighten security and alert their families." Hiashi Hyuga sighs heavily. "Thank you. The both of you, for what you've done." They had saved them all. "I don't know, if I'll ever be able to repay either of you, but I should like to offer you both a position in the Secret Service."

Sasuke frowns, glancing at Naruto. "We…would have to run that past our commander first. Not to mention the rest of the team." The four of them had been together since the academy, hey were a good team, and splitting up so that two of them could protect the President was…well, it felt kind of weird.

"If your commander and team find it agreeable, I would take the entire team." He sighs as a pink haired woman and a dark haired man are seen running down the halls towards the injured. "It seems that we have need of the additional security."

Sakura slides to a stop in he middle of the East Room, tossing familiar Italian pistols to Naruto and Sasuke. "We got here as fast as we could. Almost ran a red light but…" She shrugs. She could be something of a speed demon sometimes, but no one had gotten hurt, and it was an emergency, so…she figured it could be forgiven. "There's half a dozen ambulances on the way, they should be here in two minutes. I applied first aid to the agent outside, he's in the entry hall now."

"Good, tend to the agent in here." Sasuke turns to Sai. "Did you see anything suspicious on the way in?"

"Other than three dead bodies?" Sai raises an eyebrow. "No. Whoever did this, was good." This was a professional job. "This wasn't a one time thing. Whoever sent them, will send more people."

"That's what I figured." Sasuke holds up one of the filed pistols. "They've removed the markings and numbers, they're untraceable." It takes only a few seconds to gather up the weapons and hand them to his father. "This…is your department." He was a SEAL, not a detective.

Fugaku nods and carefully takes the weapons, being sure not to leave any of his own fingerprints on them, placing them in a bag for later processing. "I shall see what I can do about the matter." He frowns at the weapons, not liking the look of this at all.

Behind the tables, Neji helps his terrified-looking cousin to her feet. "That was a rather close call. Are you alright, Hinata?" He wasn't unused to the dangers of holding political office, but this was definitely Neji's closet brush with death. Any one of them could have been shot before they knew it, if it hadn't been for the Uchiha and Uzumaki's exceptional hearing.

"I t-think so." Hinata nods as she looks around. "At least the injured agents are being tended to." She lets out a shaky breath. "Father is right though. And we'll have to notify the families of the fallen agents."

"Yes, We'll take care of it. Don't worry…" Neji sighs, looking to Itachi. "You seem to have understated things when you said that your brother was a naval officer." He'd heard things about Sasuke from Itachi, little details here and there, a few childhood anecdotes, but nothing quite like this.

Itachi rubs the back of his head sheepishly. "Well it was technically accurate." He pauses and adds. "I just forgot to mention that he was a Navy SEAL."

Neji's eyes widen, before falling on the four naval officers gathered around the bodies, while the rest of the guests titter anxiously. They were a team, weren't they? "Uncle…I believe that there may be more hoops than usual to jump through if you plan to recruit a team of Navy SEALs into your protection detail."

"Yes and I believe that I'm the President." Hiashi raises an eyebrow. "Commander In Chief." He would simply command. "Should they be interested in the positions, I shall make it happen. Hoops or not."