Prude

Chapter two

A/N: Hey! :D I'm loving the reviews guys, so keep them coming! I'm still kinda wondering if I should change the rating to T because, except for the situation in the first chapter, the rest of the story shouldn't really have anything inappropriate. I don't know, I might change it. And I'm also thinking of making this a triangle between Sasuke, Hinata, and Itachi. ;) Just to make things a bit more interesting.

Anyway, here's chapter two!

"Ugh, I hate that sick bastard!" Hanabi shrieked as she stomped out of my room, a towel wrapped around her slender body. Her eyes were narrow and her lips were as thin as a piece of paper. Her slick hair stuck to the back of her neck. Before she saw me, I got to fully examine my sisters features. Up until that moment, I had never really given it much thought. She was pretty, sure. Men were interested in her. But there had to be something different about her if Sasuke Uchiha, of all men, decided to sleep with her.

In the past there had been some...controversial rumors about Sasuke and his attraction towards the female variety. Rumor had it, he wasn't attracted to women. At all. Of course, it was in his nature to shrug it off, because it was obviously untrue. Just because he wasn't surrounded by women 24/7 like his brother didn't mean he was gay, right? Seemingly so, yes. That would be correct. Him being with Hanabi had proven his innocence to me.

Anyway, I was in the kitchen, still recovering from what I had just witnessed. A cup of tea sat before me, as I sat at our kitchen table. I was staring at a forgotten item, left bare at the end of the table. His watch. Sasuke had forgotten his watch. Which wasn't typical of him. Sure, I didn't know him, but I had been brought up to assume that the Uchiha family, especially the male part of it, was strangely alert and acute at all times. So, why had he so fluidly forgotten his watch? Had Hanabi angered him that much?

Hanabi continued to stomp into the kitchen. When her eyes reached me, she seemed to calm down a bit. She attempted a smile. I had known her way to long, not to sense something was wrong. Even if I hadn't witnessed anything, Hanabi was a bad liar. She was even worse at pretending. If anything, she wore her heart on her sleeve.

"Hey, Hinata! You're back so soon?" She said, as she walked over to one of our cabinets. "Ugh, I need a drink. I'm in the worst mood." It seemed as if she had forgotten I was there because when I simply asked, "How come?", she seemed to clam up, not knowing how to respond.

She chuckled nervously. "The rent. Heh, you know how I always forget to pay my half and then Dad gets upset..."

Wow, Hanabi. Simply wow. The rent? Is that all you could really come up with? As she had been taking a shower, I had thought about how I would handle the situation. Should I just act as if nothing happened? Or would I sneakily get her to admit to me that she had been sleeping with Sasuke that night?

When I saw the watch, I chose plan B. Clearing my throat, I asked her. "So, who's the watch for?"

Her back had been turned to me, as she poured herself a glass of red wine. A few seconds had passed, as she tried to figure out what to say. She then decided to play stupid. "I don't know. I had a couple of friends over earlier...it might belong to one of them."

I nodded. "I see. Male friends?" She was obviously not going to tell me what she had done. But I wasn't about to let her go so easily. There was still the fact with my sheets. I'm pretty sure that such a heavenly stench would have stuck to my bed sheets. Who knows how many times I would have to wash them before the smell came out!

Hanabi carelessly gave a wave of the hand. "Yeah, some of my girlfriends brought along their boyfriends. Like I said before, it could belong to one of them." Okay, so that lie wasn't half-bad. It could be believable. It seemed her fibbing skills had somewhat improved.

I shrugged. No matter. I still had the sheets. Before I asked, a quick thought passed my mind. Wouldn't it be better to just leave this alone? Act like it never happened? It would cause conflict if this little "get-together" got out into the public. Wouldn't I just be making things even more embarrassing, if I decided to expose their relationship, seeing as how I had witnessed the intimate part of it all? And wasn't the whole reason I didn't just barge right in because I wanted to avoid confrontation?

The answer to all of those questions?

Yes.

Then what the hell was I doing?

There had to be something wrong with me. My head felt cramped. I needed to sleep. After a long day at the Hyuga branch in Kyoto's business district, when I had arrived home, I had expected to just collapse onto my bed. Fatigue had began to settle in. And of course, I had been unable at the time.

Quite frankly, I was acting unreasonable. My thoughts came back to Hanabi, her back turned to me, as she gulped down another glass of the drink. Reaching across the table, I grabbed the watch and brought it close to me. I looked at the designers label etched into the stainless steel. Very nice. Very expensive. But that was typical of an Uchiha. Funny, how he forgot it like that.

Attempting to smother a yawn, I stood up, the watch dangling from my hand. "I'm tired so I'm going to turn in? Okay?"

Hanabi turned to me, and gave another fake smile. "Sure, sure. I'm sure you need it. We all know how a pain Neji can be. Tell me all about it tomorrow, okay?" She dipped the wineglass at me. Yeah, something was wrong. Hanabi had never shown interest in my business trips with Dad and Neji. Never. Why was she making her dilemma so obvious? So obvious when she obviously didn't want me to find out! Didn't she know I knew her better then that?

I nodded. "Night."

I was making my way across the living room to my room, my bed, my soiled sheets, when Hanabi suddenly squeaked out, "Hinata, wait! Don't go in there!" She scrambled over to where I had abruptly stopped, wineglass in tow.

Before we could converse any further, there was a rough knock on the door. An all to familiar voice floated from behind, "Hello, Hanabi? It's Sasuke. I forgot my watch." As was expected by me, it was Sasuke. And he sounded different. Smoother, calmer, almost indifferent. Bored, even. This was the Sasuke I knew. There was not one trace of agitation in his tone of voice.

Hanabi had gone white, frozen. Her bottom jaw dropped ever so slowly. I just stood there, pondering what to do. It was all over now. Somebody would eventually have to open the door and Sasuke would eventually come inside and he would eventually see me. He would put two and two together and come to the conclusion that I had overheard their little show of "intimacy". And then it was be awkward. But weren't we all adults? Shouldn't this be something that we could get through? It was one of those, -lets pretend this never happen and just get on with life- situations...wasn't it?

Yes.

I took a deep breath and headed to the door. I opened up the door anyway, despite Hanabi's desperate plead not to, for whatever insecure reason she had. I fixed a small smile on my face. There he stood. This time, fully dressed. His hair was slightly disheveled, and he was attempting to smooth it down as I presented myself to him.

I couldn't really say he was shocked or surprised. An ebony eyebrow flew up, the moment I opened the door, but his facial expression expressed...indifference. He glanced down, at the watch in my hands. I was still watching his face. His reaction was peculiar. Nothing I expected.

He then glanced over at Hanabi who had then seated herself down on the couch. She slouched down, peering into her wineglass, the towel around her body riding up her thighs. She didn't even spare him a peek.

I suppose he was assessing the situation and had come to a conclusion, when he turned his bored gaze back at me and acknowledged my presence. "Hinata." He nodded, a slight tilt of the head, making his hair sway gently to the side.

It made me smile a little wider, in fear I would frown. There was just this strange feeling. I ignored it. I mentally groaned. It was way to late for this. I was ready to get to bed. But instead, I had this ridiculously good-looking male standing in my doorway, staring at me expectantly. I knew why, of course. He wanted his watch.

I handed it to him. "Yours?" I inquired stupidly. Like I didn't know what happened.

Much to my amazement, one side of his mouth upturned into a smirk. Boredness and indifference vanishing. He tilted his head a bit more, as if to examine the watch. As if it weren't his. After a few seconds, he took it from me, his fingers brushing intentionally with mine. Fingers that had just been God knows where.

"It's mine." His response was brief. Which was something I appreciated. I really just wanted this whole thing to be over with. I wanted Hanabi to just come out with it, so she wouldn't know I had been there the whole time. Sasuke had to know I was there. He certainly wasn't stupid. But something told me he wouldn't make a big issue out of it. In fact, he wouldn't even mention it. It was just the way he was looking at me. Almost as if he were sizing me up. Which would be compatible with his earlier comment. So soon, Sasuke?

He gave me a parting nod and turned around, making me believe he was leaving. It was his, "Oh. Another thing, Hinata. You should be expecting a call from my brother, Itachi, tomorrow. He wants to take you to dinner."

My smile slowly cracked and he got to see it, as he finally turned around and took his leave. Absorbing the information, I closed the door and turned around at Hanabi. She had obviously overheard what he said because she looked...upset, to say the least.

"Now Itachi wants you?! OhmyGod, Hinata! I can't take much more of this!" Hanabi slammed her glass down on our coffee table and stiffly walked out of the room. I just stood there, honestly, a little hurt at her vague comment.

It wasn't until she poked her head out her room and blurted out, "I had sex with Sasuke, okay?! He had to be intoxicated to even touch me! I swear you never notice it, but he looks at you almost all the time! Do you know how much that killed me? For you to have that sexy god look at you like he wanted to take you right then and there and then you not even see it? And do you know what named he called me, right before we were finished? He called me you! You! Hinata! He only slept with me because I look like you! And now you have Itachi just calling you out to dinner?! And you don't even care! You have everything! And I have-"

Hanabi stopped abruptly. "I'm going to bed." She said hardly. "And don't forget to wash those sheets. They're dirty." She slammed the door. Moments later, I heard the multiple sounds of random objects being thrown around.

My mind was so numb. I was so confused. I didn't want to think. I just wanted to sleep. I didn't want to think about my immature nineteen-year old sister, the Uchiha brothers, my Father, Neji, or anybody else.

Glancing at the couch, I slowly treaded over and collapsed on it, my face in a pillow. I breathed in the smell of that all to familiar must. My eyelids drooped. I would get rid of it. And those sheets to. But later. I let sleep take me.

And it didn't bring me back until early that next morning. The phone was ringing.

Weeell! What did you think? Kinda crazy and thrown out of place, huh? Poor Hanabi. :I She feels inferior to Hinata. Who felt like Hanabi had it easy. Eh, they'll get over it. I do sense some jealously there, though. On Hanabi's part, anyway. x)

Reviews are appreciated!

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