well, guys, here you go ^_^ the second chapter. Neil Gaiman is a famous writer, he wrote Coraline, The Graveyard Book and American Gods and the Sandman comics... he's totally awesome and i love his works :3
In Which He Finds Out What Damage a Writer Can Do
Sasuke was miffed tonight, as was his temperament whenever a certain writer is mentioned by his girlfriend. They were watching a movie in his house, seated together on the dark leather sofa, cozying up to each other at a cold night like this. Hinata had prepared pizza pops and it sat on the dark ebony wood of his low coffee table, enticing them with a warm, meaty and herby aroma.
Turning on the TV, he tuned in to HBO, waiting for the Sunday movie of the month. As he put an arm around Hinata, the credits playing, he noticed something was amiss.
There it was, the name flashing on the screen in black spidery print as a sort of strange mechanical lullaby played to a scene depicting metal, spindly hands crafting a ragdoll in the image of a blue haired child in a yellow slicker and wellington boots, its black button eyes gleaming.
"Neil Gaiman," he didn't realize he had muttered it aloud. Hinata, sensing his unease looked up at him, blinking at him owlishly, wondering what his problem could be. "Sasuke? What's the matter?"
But Sasuke wrinkled his nosed in disgust as he eyed the screen. "This movie…it's based on a book?" Hinata answered slowly, puzzled about Sasuke's sudden anger. "Yes, of 's Coraline." He continued on, "And who wrote the book?" He was getting a feeling that he wouldn't like her answer.
"It's Neil Gaiman, silly. Didn't you see the credits?"
That was it. Sasuke made for the remote, wanting to push the round red button to turn off the TV and the movie. But Hinata's fingers snatched the remote away from his grasp just as he was about to close his hand around it. His gaze landed on Hinata, who had an expression on her face that seemed like a cross between indignant and confused. 'What's your problem?'
"I don't like that movie." He said petulantly, looking away a bit as his eyebrows knotted. Hinata's own brows knotted, looking at Sasuke disapprovingly. "You've never seen this movie before, what have you got against this?"
"I just don't want to watch it. It looks bad!" He knew he was acting silly, throwing a fit over the movie. In all fairness he knew that the movie was very good, he was a fan of stop-motion animation films, secretly liking movies like James and the Giant Peach, The Nightmare Before Christmas and Corpse Bride. But this was a Neil Gaiman book adaptation and, in his wise opinion, anything Neil Gaiman made was a travesty. Well, concerning him and his girlfriend anyway…
"You're acting ridiculous. Well, I'm watching it, with or without you." Then she promptly plopped down, grabbing the plate of pizza pops against her bosom and proceeded to engross herself in the movie, thoroughly ignoring him. Sasuke eyed her in disbelief, surprised at Hinata`s reaction, then he shook his head. He knew when he's lost and like every man who recognizes defeat he sat down and watched the movie with her. But as he got caught up in Coraline's struggle with her Other Mother and the continuing plot, which he found to be actually interesting and imaginative, he thought darkly about how this strange fight between him and Hinata was Neil Gaiman's fault.
Sasuke was at the Hyuuga compound one Saturday morning, invited to a private luncheon by Hinata's own autocratic father. Of course Sasuke had no illusion that this was a friendly luncheon between furture in-laws (he fully intended to be happily married to Hinata). If anything, this was Hyuuga Hiashi's twisted way of intimidating him into thinking twice before claiming the Hyuuga heiress as his own. He had expressed this particular view two days beforehand, to which Hinata smiled, that smile that meant that he made a very, very valid point but wasn't letting him have the satisfaction of knowing it so. "That's just Father's way of making sure you are well-acquainted with the clan." That was her polite way of saying he was absolutely right.
After the awkward welcoming words exchanged between a stoic hiashi, a seething Neji, a nervous Hinata and a bored Sasuke, he spent some time holed up in Hinata's old room with its owner. During this time they enjoyed each other's presence, first by talking about their lives in what Hinata coined as their 'word dates' and what Sasuke said as their 'scholarly make-out sessions'. After the pleasantries of that has waned, the second part of their enjoyment of each other's presence would commence. It usually meant that they were kissing by this time, with Sasuke always leading with the make-out session and groping he'd sometimes do to excite Hinata.
As expected, Hinata and Sasuke were found to be lying in bed, his body on top of hers, and kissing quite fiercely. His mouth moved over her own with gentle passion, coaxing her to respond hotly, imploring him to quicken his pace. One big, pale hand crept up her side before disappearing underneath her shirt, rough fingertips ghosting over her smooth flesh and cupping one soft, round bosom. He felt Hinata shiver underneath him, grasping at his hair and giving it a fierce tug while her other hand touched his abdomen, tracing languidly at his firm flesh.
Their kiss continued and he angled himself against better, to reach those places where he knew she was particularly sensitive when his eyes swept over her bookshelves. Immediately he tensed, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the shelves with an analytical eye.
Lined perfectly and kept dust-free upon her dark shelves were Neil Gaiman's works. Meticulously arranged according to genre, category and in perfect alphabetical order. From the Sandman graphic novels to the books for young readers, she had a complete collection of all of Neil Gaiman's works. It seemed that she had been a reader of those books since she was young, then began reading more and more of Neil Gaiman's books as she grew. It was hard to miss the time and devotion she gave into her collection, and the satisfaction she had when she's reading them all.
He would have been considerate of all of this, except that she spent her dedication on Neil Gaiman. And Sasuke was still fuming about that last Neil Gaiman-caused dispute between him and Hinata.
He focused his frustration on kissing Hinata, his pale hands wandering to places he knew he shouldn't be even touching, not in here in the Hyuuga household. He knew that she'd sense his unease in no time, trying to distract her from the irritation lacing his demeanour. His fingers ghosted over her pale flesh, the trail of his fingers heating up and he pinched at her nipples, making her moan out, squirming beneath him as her eyes shuttered. Just like that
It was all a tangle of limbs and the union of two mouths. Sasuke hastily removed his shirt, fumbling with Hinata's shirt and the clasp of her brassiere, intending to divest them of all their clothing. Both fully shirtless by this time, he was kissing along her skin, as Hinata fought back moans and shudders as she felt his lips and tongue flutter over her bosom. It was very much evident what was about to transpire between them, at that moment, in Hinata's old bedroom. However, the door swung open with a loud bang, a small figure silhouetted in the by the door frame. "Hinata-nee, can I please borrow Anansi Boys? And Good Omens if you can lend it to me…" It was Hanabi, Hinata's younger sister, here to borrow books.
It would have been all fine and dandy, with Hinata lending the book to her so kindly and goodly, and Sasuke would shoo her away nastily. Of course, Hanabi would scowl at him, remarking rather rudely at how he was a nincompoop who didn't deserve her sweet older sister. Then she would leave and they'd be left in peace.
Except that there were two factors that made that impossible as of now. One: Hanabi had become an unknowing audience at a possible porn show starring him and Hinata; and Two: She is NOT supposed to be here! At this time and moment, borrowing books like this.
So instead, the horrific scene transpired like this…
Hanabi was frozen for a while, eyes wide and unused to the idea of seeing her sweet sister underneath her boyfriend, on the bed and both shirtless, doing something that she was pretty sure wasn't sanctioned by her father. So she screamed.
The two had been in a similar state of shock as Hanabi but it took her scream to gauge a reaction from them. They swung into motion then, snatching their garment of the floor, pulling and piling them on to their bodies haphazardly, adjusting hurriedly and trying to appear nonchalant about the situation they're in.
"Otou-san! Neji-niisan!" Hanabi was still yelling and Sasuke had an urge to smack her into silence, annoyed as he was with her intrusion. In a second, Neji was at the door, fuming mad as he cast a venomous glare in his direction. Hiashi came soon enough, looking all tyrannical and stern just then. Everybody fell silent as he cast an all-encompassing look at the situation. He paused for a while, then he gave a sigh.
All hell broke loose just then. Neji began throwing accusations at Sasuke, things he returned in fury (Neji didn`t seem to like him ever since he started courting Hinata, incestuous bastard); Hanabi began to gripe then that she wasn't getting the books she came here to borrow, Hinata was fidgeting nervously, wishing that all this would end, and all through this Hiashi said nothing.
"I see…" Hiashi said finally, face betraying no underlying feeling of outrage. "Otou-san, they're about to do 'the thing' in the house," she said to her father, all the while glowering at him contemptuously. "You asshole! How dare you touch Hinata-nee that way!" she added spitefully.
"You're the one who came barging in without knocking, you little snot!" Sasuke countered angrily. Hanabi reddened, incensed at his accusation and she opened her mouth to retaliate when Hiashi silenced her. "Hanabi, why don't you step out at the moment? You're Sasuke-nii and I need to converse upon this…case upon which he stumbled upon."
"But- " Hanabi looked ready to protest, thankfully Hinata stepped. Hiashi surreptitiously gave her a gratified look, form saving him the trouble of dealing with a fitful Hanabi.
"Come now, Hanabi-chan, let's step out for a while. Talk about those books you wanted." She cooed at her, pacifying her irate sister. Immediately Hanabi brightened and followed her older sister out the door, chattering about the Sandman series.
Which left Sasuke to field all the rage from the two men. Hiashi gave him a thoughtful look before clearing his throat.
"Haha. You'll be labeled a sex maniac!" jeered Hanabi from behind her older sister, once Hiashi and Neji left the room. "Just grab your stupid books and go, you brat!" snarled Sasuke while Hanabi stuck out her tongue and pranced out the room, Anansi Boys and Good Omens in tow. "Did I mention your sister's a brat?" he said to Hinata as he stood up to go down to the luncheon. Hinata merely looked at him, her lips pursing, her way of saying she wasn't going to engage him into this conversation. But she kissed him then, sweet and promising, as she murmured in his ear that she was sorry about what happened and that she'd make it up to him tonight (wink, wink). He smirked at this then ambled out of the room. But not before giving a livid scowl at her Neil Gaiman book collection.
Sasuke wasn't rained by a dozen curses upon his person by Hiashi (to Neji's astonishment and annoyance), instead he merely commented on how he was surprised about this development in his and Hinata's relationship and he did not see this one coming. But he liked to think that he was a bit more liberal to his daughters, a bit more understanding of the youth of today, that he could not be outraged about this incident. After all, his daughter was always doing good, and whatever she may do may cannot possibly so bad for her. He trusted Hinata to be responsible about her actions though, and asked him to treat Hinata kindly and respectfully then.
He was definitely surprised about their encounter but there was no denying that this single event could lead to a parade of indignities if words gets out (and he had no doubt it will). He partly blamed Hanabi for this (that snot-nosed witch) but he knew deep inside that there was only one culprit in this mess and it was, surprise surprise, Neil Gaiman. If Hanabi hadn't gone off to borrow his damn books, this whole fiasco wouldn't have happened and they could've had sex (yes, he intended it to go that far) without disruption.
He decided then, as he ate steamed dumplings smothered in sweet-sour sauce, that he has had it. He was declaring war upon the Dream King.
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