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Chapter 2: The Coffee Shop

She wasn't responding. For a split second, Sasuke's heart pounded with dread. Were Naruto's words actually happening? Was he actually doomed to a life with no hope of a wife? And if so, would he ever eat bacon again? Sasuke nudged her arm, determined not to be doomed die the bitter death of a lone non-virgin.

She turned, and a small flicker of recognition lit her eyes.

"U-Uchiha-san?" she asked hesitantly, removing a white earbud from her ear. AH! Music! She'd been listening to music! No wonder she had not responded at first. His voice was breathy with relief when he responded. Oh, how the mighty had fallen...

"Aa, Uchiha Sasuke," he added a small smirk at the end to recover the ground his playboy image had just lost. She gave a short nod and then her eyes darted away from him. Uh... Cue awkward moment much? Very much. Sasuke had no idea what to say now. Well he had an idea of what he could say, but he had a feeling that his playboy moves might not work on such a woman.

Why was he even thinking about applying his playboy moves here? With her? Seriously? Oh, how the mighty had fallen indeed! She was a dork. A really hot dork, but still a dork! How was he supposed to approach this... this dork?! She was staring at her hands as is they were suddenly more interesting than his face and he took a deep breath, deciding to revert to the regular mundane tactics.

"Hn...what were you listening to?"

"A-ano Prismatic Ray by Suffer The Silence. Do you know them, Uchiha-san?" Hinata stuttered timidly. Sasuke felt his eyebrow twitch slightly, the Uchiha-san thing was getting rather old. Uchiha-san was his dad...certainly not him.

"Its Sasuke, and yeah I know them, one of my favourites actually. I didn't know you liked that type of music." On cue he leaned over and took the other earbud and popped it into his ears, not noticing Hinata face heat up at his closeness.

"E-eto..." she muttered, her gaze pinned to a random spot on his cheek. Damn. Did he have a zit or something? Sasuke itched to reach up and find out, but if he did, and he found out there was a zit, the movement would be so obvious and embarrassing... but if he didn't, and he had a zit... well, he'd be walking around with a freaking zit! Girls did not like guys with zits! But then again, if he reached up, and there wasn't a zit, he would look like he was randomly touching his cheek... which would be weird. He really was starting to sound like his narcissistic friend Neji.

And why the HELL was he worrying about this?

"D-did you h-hear the new song by them? It's called S-Sensuous," Hinata said softly; so softly Sauske had to pull the earplug out of his ear to hear her.

"Uh... I mean, hn... no, I didn't," Sasuke replied, his cheeks burning a bit. Since when did he say Naruto-like things like 'uh'? She reached for her iPod with slim, pale fingers and began searching for the track.

"I-It's really good... though I'm not entirely sure what the words mean..." she muttered. Sasuke nodded mutely, waiting for her to change the song. When she did, Sasuke had to admit inwardly that the music was exemplary. But when it got to the words, his eyes bugged out in surprise. What. The. Hell?

The lyrics to the song were the most... horny...suggestive...acutely sexual lyrics he'd ever heard in his life, and the list of sexual references in the song were too much for Sasuke to even count. Then, they were so blatant at times Sasuke had a hard time figuring out how Hinata could possibly not get the meaning. He also had a hard time not applying the lyrics of the song to her. This could be a problem. If he didn't have such a good level of self control... just the thought of her doing the things described would...

Oh no, he didn't! Sasuke was suddenly very thankful that the bus was really dark, because even though Hinata seemed really innocent, even she would not misunderstand his ... condition.

"Uh..." he trailed, kicking himself mentally for sounding so un Uchiha like "This is song is...very expressive." Hinata blinked up at him, her long black eyelashes brushing against her porcelain skin. Her cherry blossom pink lips parted slightly. Sasuke found himself staring at her lips. She was incredibly kissable. The lips spread into a soft, but enthusiastic smile.

"It's my favorite song!" she exclaimed - well, it was a rather soft exclamation, but...

'Shit,' he thought. 'Her favorite song? Ohh, shit.' Sasuke was beginning to worry, because her words did absolutely nothing to aid his condition, but he was saved when the bus pulled to a stop.

"I have to go, I have an urgent appointment!" he blurted out and shot up from his seat and literally stumbled out the door leaving a puzzled Hinata behind; she'd never ever seen a Uchiha behave so out of character.

Sasuke didn't stop running until he was far away from the bus stop and slumped against a nearby graffiti covered wall, trying his best to ignore the images that insisted on plaguing his mind. His breaths came in short quick bursts from the exertion. And why was he wearing his tightest skinny jeans again? Very bad choice for tonight. Very uncomfortable choice... Oh, tonight might not be as fun as he'd planned...

She was doomed.

All her time with the lovely little children... she could literally see it wafting away in the breeze, never to return. What had she done wrong? He was running away from her like she had a highly contagious disease.

'Am I that horrible at this flirting thing? Or maybe I'm not pretty enough? Or maybe I am just weird, and doomed to an eternity alone...' Hinata thought sadly, sighing miserably and stepped off the bus, heading to the nearest coffee shop. She desperately needed to have a latte full of cream at the moment, and probably a donut too. Thankfully she didn't put on weight easily. Hugging her jacket closer to her body Hinata strode down the cold side walk, totally oblivious to the appreciative stares that were being sent her way. In a couple minutes she reached the door of the nearest Starbucks cafe and was about to push it open when large hand did the job instead.

"Allow me," came a male voice, startling Hinata as she looked up to meet strange purplish eyes.

"Oh!" she gasped breathlessly in surprise, then squeaked as the stranger's eyes ran over her body. "A-ano, where are my manners? Thank you..." she trailed not knowing the name of the silver haired man. He was wearing a grey shirt and black skinny jeans and had a scarf wrapped loosely round his neck.

"Hidan," he smirked motioning with his hand for her to step inside. Hinata blushed furiously and made to enter the cafe but walked to the wrong side of the door and smack into the glass. Another squeak left her lips as she staggered backwards, holding her forehead as a small bump began to emerge. She backed up directly into Hidan's warm chest. Hidan smirked, the girl was unbelievably cute in a dorky kinda way. She was also still leaning against his chest, but, if possible, not in a suggestive way at all.

"You seem to be unable to walk by yourself so I'll help ya out," Hidan said roguishly. The corner of his lips turned upwards mischievously and he easily lifted her into his strong arms, ignoring her rambling protests.

Hinata bit down on her lip, her cheeks red as cherries as the stranger swept her off her feet. His spicy man scent filled her nostrils. The fact that his grey designer V-neck T-shirt was remarkably thin did not help Hinata's plight much at all, because she felt every toned muscle beneath it... and he was warm... and ... and ... and, this would never work! How was she supposed to find words to say to him when... when his purplish eyes looked at her like that? And when his big, warm, manly hands were...

"A-ano... you can put me down now," Hinata squeaked.

"On one condition," Hidan said smoothly. "You have to sit with me." Oh. Oh dear. Whatever was she going to say to him? The last male she had spoken to had run from her as fast as his legs would carry him! When Hidan laughed out loud, Hinata had a sinking feeling she'd voiced her thoughts.

"Now, I can assure you that I would never do that, un," a new voice said. A new male voice. Hinata whipped her head around to see a blonde guy with his hair in a ponytail lazily walking over to their table a confident smirk on his face. Hidan was still standing, with Hinata still in his arms. She wriggled out of his grip and unsteadily took a seat. Hidan quickly sat down next to her, sending a glare in the direction of the newcomer... who had yet to introduce himself.

"Deidara... the fuck are you doing here?" Hidan growled, not even trying to hide his annoyance. Hinata blinked, her gaze darting back and forth between the two. Um... what was going on exactly?

"Oi, Hidan move over already, un," Deidara said then proceeded to shove Hidan out of the way and plopped down in his seat, turning to face a shocked Hinata, his grin widening.

"Sooo hime, whatcha doing here with this dork, un?"

"A-ano I m-met him at the door," Hinata said quietly, feeling rather intimidated by the two handsome, completely well built, completely strange guys. "Who are you?" she asked rather bluntly, a little of the Hyuuga courage peaking out from behind her clouds of timidness.

"That mother fucker is Deidara," Hidan cut in, getting up off the floor and into the other chair at the round table.

"I can introduce myself fuckin fine, un," Deidara retorted angrily, there was no way he was letting Hidan get away with this prize. And what a prize she was! Smooth, flawless skin, long lashes, big grey eyes, pouty lips... and when his gaze drifted lower, the bounty increased. Oh hot damn! She was like fine art!

"Don't freaking ogle her, you effin freak," Hidan growled, cuffing Deidara upside the head. The blonde gave him a dirty look before recovering in a split second. He leaned closer to Hinata.

"So, beautiful sculpture, un... What is your name? And number?" Deidara asked, not bothering to hide his rather blatant interest. "You're so freaking delectable..." he murmured. Hidan cuffed Deidara upside the forehead before slamming his fist down on top of the blonde's head.

"Don't be such a creep, you ... creep!" he exclaimed, scowling at the blonde. Deidara slapped his hands to his head and grimaced in pain. Hinata squeezed backwards in the booth, glancing from one man to the next. "Look, you scared her," Hidan continued grumpily.

"Um..." Hinata muttered, glancing around the coffee shop for some method of escape.

"Allow me to get you a coffee to make up for the behaviour of this son of a bitch," Hidan offered, turning a handsome smirk Hinata's way. She blinked.

The dance was not cutting it. He was so bored it was almost funny. All the girls that approached him looked like someone he'd banged already, and they were far too easy for the chase to be any fun whatsoever. And the music was stale. Seriously, wasn't there any fresher music than this overplayed crap?

And the joint was hot and sticky... and he was complaining a lot because he was thinking about Hinata. Damn, she'd thrown him for a loop tonight. He'd not expected her to ... to be anything. When he'd seen her last, Neji had bossed her around, and she'd wilted at her cousin's hard words. He'd seen her as a bit pathetic, but somehow, he'd seen her differently.

This must be Naruto's fault! If Naruto hadn't brought up the dare, none of this would have happened!

Sasuke leaned up at the bar and was about to order himself a drink, but he was actually tired of alcohol right now. He didn't feel for it. Sasuke sighed and moved from the bar. He needed some fresh faces to get involved with, but where to go? Everywhere he frequented was filled with half-dressed skanks that he had no interest in; it seemed as though decent girls like a certain Hyuuga were seriously few and far apart tonight, or maybe it was because he kept comparing her to everyone else.

His mind ran on Naruto. According to Naruto, there was a new American coffee shop close to this club, though. What was it again? Something to do with stars and money... Starbucks? Yes, that sounded about right. Sasuke slipped from the back entrance of the club and continued down the streets with his hands in his pockets. Okay, fine, his fingers were hooked in the belt loops of his really skinny jeans, but it was the same effect, right?

Spotting the coffee shop, and as soon as he opened the door, jealousy began dancing in his stomach. Hinata? With two men? Damn.

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