The Pseudo Girlfriend Agency
A Sasu-Hina Fanfiction
Summary : "Thank you for calling the Pseudo Girlfriend Agency! Want a fake date ? A fake girlfriend ? A fake wife ? You name the type of fake and we'll do our best to save your namesake !" Professional faking at its best./AU/
Disclaimer : I don't own the anime. I won't own the anime. I will never own the anime. Yeeeaah.
Chapter 1
The Unofficial Meeting
It was the season of autumn when the second semester had started. Leaves of all warm hues danced around with the wind, the trees shedding themselves of their cover, the upcoming winter's chill just around the corner.
Konoha University's grounds were littered with thousands of golden, brown and orange leaves, the branches of the trees in the campus swaying along with the wind. All the blocks and the buildings adorned red and brown drapes at their entrances, signifying the end of summer and the start of autumn.
The sun shone through little openings in the clouds. The weather was what you would call the perfect weather for hanging outside with your friends or perhaps going out on a date or a picnic with the love of your life.
But he had hoards of perfume drenched pigs to escape.
Sasuke ran as fast as he could fromthe Department of Law, with ten girls on his heels. He was being chased by his 'fangirls' for the umpteenth time and he was running out of good hiding places.
He turned towards a deserted hallway in the Department of Psychology, some place he'd never set foot into. He saw an unlocked door and dived towards it, opening it and locking himself inside. He leaned against the door and panted, listening for any kind of noises coming from outside. He sighed and ran his hands through his hair, his chest rising and falling with every pant.
"Uh.. Are yo-you alright ?"
Sasuke would regret the next fifteen minutes of his life after what he just did.
He shrieked like a five-year old, then shrieked again when he realized the fact that he'd just shrieked. He clenched his hair and panted. He looked towards the source of the ghost-like voice and was face to face with lavender eyes, huge, round and ghostly.
To say he shrieked again was an understatement. He practically leaped three feet into thin air, falling down on his butt when he wasn't able to balance his footing. He trembled and placed his hand over his chest, the place where his heart was beating faster than the flapping of a humming bird's wings. He shook his head, wiped the sweat off his face with the back of his sleeve and closed his eyes.
"Uh.. Wh-what are yo-you doing ?" The voice asked again, failing to scare the now calm Uchiha.
Sasuke stood straight and looked towards the person who'd caused him to have a mini-heart attack. He glared at the midnight blue haired girl leaning against the teacher's desk and slowly sauntered towards her, his eyes never leaving her small frame.
She was poking her fingers together and was hiding behind her bangs, her cheeks flushed crimson. Sasuke stopped a few steps away from her and raised his finger to touch her chin. He raised the girl's chin and looked her dead in the eye.
"Who put you up to this?" He growled, his voice seductively yet dangerously low. He didn't even want to glance at the girl's face. He just wanted to know the purpose of her stalking him.
"I-I-I.. Uh.. I-You.." The girl stammered, her head hung low. She trembled and bit her lip, avoiding his eyes.
"You stalk me, scare the living daylights out of me and you still have the audacity to ignore my words?" He said, stepping back and looking away from the white-eyed weirdo in front of him.
'Not white-eyed. It's something lavender-ish.'
She was still looking downwards. He tried to follow her line of sight and ended up looking at his crotch.
He was livid. He threw his bag on the floor and grabbed the girl by her arms, lifting her up a little bit so that they were on eye-level with each other.
"You were looking at my.. My.. Gah. You were staring shamelessly at my.. Male reproductive organ ?! You molester!" He stammered, heatedly and narrowed his eyes, shaking her a little so as to get an answer.
She couldn't believe this. She was being blamed for molestation when in actual he was the one who had rounded up her in a dark corner and grabbed her. All she did was ask him about his squirmed in his grasp, her back chafing against the wall. When she felt his grip tightening on her, she squealed and banged her head on the object closest to her.
His nose.
He groaned and dropped her. He clutched his now bleeding nose while she fell on her butt, her bag falling on her head. She looked at the boy and her eyes widened at the amount of blood gushing from his nose. She grabbed hold of her bag, crawled towards his bag and slung it around her shoulders and got up and rushed to the onyx-eyed boy.
She slung his arm around her shoulders and rushed him to the sickbay at the end of the block. He cussed like a sailor, complained about how ' fan-girls suck and they shouldn't exist', glared at her, growled at her for being 'such a wonky nut' yet tried not to put all his weight on her thin frame. She smiled at his pathetic attempts at wiping the blood gushing out of his nose.
He took a good look at the girl he was plastered against, drinking in her appearance. When he'd first seen her in the room, she was as plain as a shrub in a rain forest. Maybe it was due to the fact that he was angry and exhausted. Yep, he was anger-xhausted.
Curious, he carefully looked at her. Looked at her glossy, straight bangs, her long hair swishing back and forth as she struggled towards the sickbay carrying half of his weight. Looked down at her small frame clad in a purple, baggy sweat shirt and tight blue jeans. Marveled at the size of her feet, looking small and baby-ish in those white flats.
He saved her face for the last.
His gaze traveled up her neck and his eyes darkened at the sight of her crimson face. Red cheeks, a cute buttoned nose, round, pink lips and dazzling lavender eyes.
Boy, he was wrong about her being plain.
This girl stood out like a rose in a desert. Like neon lights in the open dark sky. Like a speck of silver against a black back ground.
She could feel him staring at her. She wanted to melt right there so that she could avoid looking at the boy's face. His onyx eyes were dark against his fair skin, his lips a rosy pink. She could feel the left side of his body pressed against her. She could feel the hardness of his chest through the thin jacket he was wearing. She could feel warmth radiating out of the arm that was slung against her shoulder.
Blood was seeping from his nose into his mouth. He hastily wiped the blood with the back of his sleeve, making Hinata sigh.
"What ?" He questioned angrily, glaring at her.
"Uh.. If you kee-keep on doing th-that.. The jacket will st-stain. It wo-won't come out un-unless it is im-immediately washed." She squeaked, pushing the doors of the sickbay open.
She led him over to one of the beds, helped him settle down and was glared upon when she'd reached up to unzip his bloodied jacket. She sighed and looked around, waiting for a nurse or a medical attendant to help them out. When she saw none, she herself went to work.
She fetched an ice bag and filled it with ten-twelve cubes of ice from the mini-refrigerator kept next to the nurse's table. She then retrieved some sterilized gauze strips and a diluted cleansing solution and prodded back to her 'patient'.
"No." He edged away from her, almost falling off from the bed.
"Bu-but there's n-no one ar-around." She stammered, looking at him through his bangs.
He whined and looked towards the ceiling, cursing the Heavens above. He beckoned her over and relaxed a little when she beamed at him, her whites showing.
'Aah. Straight incisors. Nice.'
Hinata cleaned his nose with the gauze and then placed the ice pack above the bridge of his nose. He grunted and snatched the ice pack from her, shifting a little so as to give her some place to sit.
"I'm going to ask this for the last time. Why were you stalking me ?" He demanded, his voice suppressed by the ice pack hanging in front of his mouth.
"I-I wa-wasn't st-stalking yo-you." She blushed and played with the hem of her jacket.
Sasuke snorted and then winced in pain, having forgotten about his latest injury.
"Right. So you mean to say that you were already in the room when I locked us inside, without any sort of evil or sexual plan in mind ?"
"Y-yes."
"Oh."
"Oh."
"Stop it."
"Uh.."
"Are you absolutely sure that you aren't interested in me ?" He removed the ice pack and set it on the peck table beside the bed. He retrieved his bag from the floor and rose his eyebrows, silently demanding an answer from the lavender-eyed girl beside him.
"I-I'm sorry, I'm not." Hinata said sincerely.
"Oh. Be my girlfriend."
"Ex-excuse me ?!" She squawked, her eyes bulging out.
He rolled his eyes in exasperation and got up from the bed. He grabbed hold of her bag, fished her cell phone out and tapped on the contacts icon.
"Seriously ? You don't lock your phone ?" He asked as he typed his number and saved it in her phone book.
"I-I don't nee-need to.." She stammered, jumping up to retrieve her phone from his hands. Sasuke placed his other hand on her head, putting a stop to her constant skipping.
"What if someone goes through your texts? Accounts ? Passwords ?" He asked, dialing his number from her phone. His phone blared from the pocket of his jeans.
"I don't have an-any vi-vital infor-information in my ph-phone. Your phone is ri-ringing, by th-the way."
She sighed and gave up. Her hands hung at her sides.
"Oh. It's from you, idiot. I'm trying to save your number."
"I-I can file a com-complaint against you." She whispered.
"You can. But you won't."
"How can yo-you be so su-sure ?"
"Because I'm a genius. I tend to know stuff."
"Yo-you do-don't know any-anything."
"I ain't Einstein. I haven't seen you around, though. Are you new?"
"I-I am majoring in Psy-Psychology. An-and you don't see-seem like the type to stu-study Psychology. Therefore our paths wou-wouldn't have cro-crossed, ever, if you hadn't barged into the class-classroom I was in."
"I'm majoring in Law."
"Isn't that ironic ?" She whispered.
"Woah. I think I'm going to enjoy talking to you, Tomato-Chan." He grinned.
"To-tomato ?" She blinked.
"Nothing. I'll call you tonight."
He handed her phone back to her, gave her a kiss on the cheek and darted out the door.
He came back running and threw his jacket at her.
"You said it would stain. This is my favorite jacket, you know ?" He said and dashed outside. She squealed and hid her face behind her hands. She felt her face becoming hot. She unlocked her phone to see his name blinking at her.
'Sasuke.'
She blushed and ran away towards her next class, the feeling of his lips against her cheek still fresh on her mind. And to think he did not even know her name.
She had a lot of work to do tonight.
Homework, assignments and studying.
'A jacket to wash and a certain guy to talk to, too.'
Ooooooooooooooooooooo
They've met ! Praise the Lord !
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