an1; so finally we have a chapter three. tbh i had nothing to write and that was the fault in my stars, and you guys should read my other stories ie if it's only a couple of lines because it has model!sasuke and mysterious!supernatural!hinata and tonnes of features rich gang yolo. cough self promo cough. you youngbloods should also check out RainaValentinexx cuz she is the bomb fo shizzle.
an2; so i have this idea for a story which is a crossover of Jupiter Ascending and Naruto featuring a balem!hinata!titus love triangle thingy with tonnes of Drama! and Sex! and this is how it starts, taking your shoes off in the back of my van... so tell me if you think this is a good idea cause you guys are the bomb and i would like your feedback.
an3; sorry for all this talking but i would like to thank all my reviewers and those who have followed and pressed favourite. to y'all hiding people i say do the same! and thanks really so RnR and enjoy! on with the awkward date shit.
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i've got a feeling that my friends are gonna kick in your brain
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"We're lost," Hinata says, pulling her lips into a duck face and furrowing her brows.
Sasuke taps at the steering wheel before letting out a sigh and facing her. His dark eyes blink from behind his glasses as he takes in her dark hair tumbling over her shoulders, glossy under the moonlight, the several tattoos peeking out from under her sweater collar and up her neck, and her white sweater covering her arms. She turns to him now, a grin on her mouth, before she winks.
"If you wanted to get me alone, Sasuke, you just had to ask."
And he lets out a few splutters and chokes on his tongue. She lets out her snorty laugh before reaching into her bag and pulling out a pair of roshes and tugging her heels off.
"Let's walk down the road until we can find someone to help," she intones, unlocking the passenger door of his Escalade. Sasuke shifts his eyes to the forest behind her, and hearing some owls hooting in the background, he frowns and gets out of the car, adjusting leather jacket. Walking to Hinata at the front of the car, he quickly locks it and falls into stride next to her, checking his phone.
"No signal," he inputs, tapping at the screen of his iPhone. And, because the date has to get worse, something howls in the distance. Letting out a sigh next to him, Hinata punches lightly at his arm.
"No offence, but people usually check how much fuel they have in their cars before leaving to u-uncharted territories." He notices her stutter, a slight flaw in her otherwise perfect speech.
"It's not uncharted territory. We just had to get through it to get to some place else."
"And where is this place? A smuggling ring in the middle of the forest? Wait-" she pauses mid-step, her eyes widening,"You want to sell me to pay off your gambling debts, don't you?'
"What the- no, I am not selling you to pay off my debts."
She resumes her walking, a jovial smile crossing her dark red lips, but otherwise says nothing. Sasuke thinks she's making light of an otherwise dark situation, but beggars are not choosers and he'd rather have Hinata joking than her using some of those family bitch slaps the Hyuuga are famous for. He represses a shudder, thinking back to the time Neji pulled out some combo moves, his hair defining gravity and shit, pulling some super saiyan Goku moves on Naruto and others who questioned his use of hair products.
They walk on the gravel road, the moonlight illuminating their paths, while Hinata taps at her sides and almost skips down the path. She hums under her breath, bopping her head a bit, before throwing out a Rich Gang and going back to humming. Sasuke throws her a glance, watching as she taps her fingers again, singing under her breath.
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They stop at a dangerous looking building, entitled Rose's Tavern.
Hinata cringes at the noise coming from it, while Sasuke casts wary glances at the hard core bikes littered around in large numbers, and her grips his, a small grin forming on her face. She flashes him a resolute nod, he returns it, and they enter the tavern together.
The first to assault them is the smell of alcohol, then the noise. Boisterous laughter, sometimes drowned out by swears thrown across the room and sometimes by the slams of bottles on tables. Eyes swivel to their forms - Hinata with her sweater and tattoos and tailored trousers and Sasuke with his pretty hair and pretty eyes and bandana tee and leather trousers - and he leads her to the bar, his face it's usual indifference. He takes a seat just as she does, and Hinata smiles at the barman, sliding a twenty across the bartop. "Just water, please," she says, nodding at him when he pushes the glasses across the bar.
Her eyes take a turn around the biker littered place - tonnes of them, most still staring, others drinking long bottles of booze and copious amounts of whiskey - before her eyes light up and a Hinata, you little bitch! filters across the room. She stands up as a fair-haired guy stalks across the way, throwing his arms around her body and swinging her around.
"Hidan!" she reprimands, laughing her unique laugh. She slaps at his leather clad arms, grinning away, before he puts her down and places a hand across her waist.
"It's been months, you little shit. I haven't seen you since Paris, still bitching around with Deidara, right?" he laughs loudly, giving her waist another squeeze, before she slaps at him again and he quiets down.
"No, Deidara is still in New York, with Sasori and Kakuzu, and this is Sasuke, my date," she corrects him and gestures to Sasuke's prone form.
Hidan's amethyst gaze slides from Hinata's face to his, quietly observing for a bit, before he grins and taps his fingers against Hinata's side.
"I'm Hidan Acocella," he offers, holding his hand out.
"Sasuke Uchiha," the raven haired teen supplies, shaking his hand firmly. Hidan widens his grin, nods his head.
"So what brings you to this shitty dump?"
"No gas. You?"
"Fashion week is over, in case you haven't noticed, so I'm utilising my free time until my fucking next shoot," he returns, rolling his eyes at Hinata. She nods, before sighing.
"So, Hidan, w-would you do us a favour and help us get some gas?" she implores, her pale eyes wide.
He smirks, moving his head as if thinking it over, before tapping at her mouth.
"Hell to the fuck no," he says casually. Sasuke raises a dark eyebrow, his lips lifting into a small smirk. Hinata frowns.
"please?"
no.
"come on, dude!"
"fine." he smiles, a bit lecherously. "Let's go," he says, pulling out keys from his jeans and waving at some burly looking men. Hinata pulls at Sasuke's hand, dragging him along. They step out of the building and to a black Thunderbird, which he unlocks and pushes Hinata into front seat and Sasuke into the back. Sasuke frowns, did he just do that?, as the light haired male shifts the car into drive, Hinata fiddling with the radio. They reach the gas station in fifteen minutes due to Hidan driving like he's in the fast and the furious, where Sasuke hands the attendant a couple of bills and they get a can of fuel.
Hidan speeds off again, swerving out of the gas station and leaving smoke behind and argues lightly with Sasuke who gives directions back to his car. In between Hinata slapping at him when he swears too much, Sasuke letting out vague noises of indifferent insults, and Hidan burning rubber, they reach Sasuke's car in half an hour, glad to see it still in one piece.
Sasuke loads the fuel in, while Hinata thanks Hidan who leans across the hood of his car, looking like the cover model he is. He responds to her fistbump, pulling her into a hug as she protests, murmuring something Sasuke can't hear into her ear before he pulls away and waves at Sasuke.
"It was nice meeting you, Sasuke," he says, climbing into his car and driving off.
She looks after the car for a bit, a frown on her features, before it clears and she turns to Sasuke, a blush on her face.
"Best date ever," she says, throwing a fist into the air. Another howl sounds in the background as Sasuke adjusts his glasses and offers her a small smile, a bit awkward as a blush flits across his cheeks.
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i think we should get pizza, Sasuke had said, turning the car around.
he had driven almost frantically, vowing to never pass the area again, while Hinata had snorted with laughter and agreed with him.
"I mean," he had said, "what type of road was that? No cellphone service and shit. And what road in LA has wolves?"
And after this questionable experience, they pull out of a Domino's full of cheesy goodness, and Hinata stares at him for a bit.
A bit unnerved by her pale gaze, he shifts in his seat and tugs at the end of his shirt, his brows furrowing.
"Wha-"
His onyx eyes widen as her full lips meet his, firm in their movements as Sasuke's eyes slowly slip closed, a hand sliding to her waist and gripping it. Her mouth slides against his, hot, soft, and her lips open up to his as her hand moves up his arm, squeezing his shoulder, gripping the hair at his nape and tugging oh so slightly. His tongue moves against hers, twisting and wrestling, before her other hand slips up into his hair and musses his locks. All too soon, her lips leave his, and he's left breathless as her, their breaths mingling together and her pale eyes flutter.
She slips back into her seat, Sasuke's hand still at her waist, before she tugs at a few strands of hair. His hand slowly leaves her side, and he lays his head against the headrest, breathing a smile. Biting at his bottom lip, he puts the car into drive and pulls out of the parking lot, murmuring a rad under his breath.
Running a hand through his hair, he uses his other to steer the wheel down the road, his dark gaze occasionally flitting to Hinata as her tattooed hand fiddles with the AUX cord, before her pale gaze slides to him and their eyes meet. A blush crosses both their faces, before they pull into her driveway, and Sasuke stops the car. She smiles at him, grabs his hand, and kisses him again, all Hinata in it, sultry and soft and hot, and she shifts onto his lap, tugging at his hair, giving into his tongue.
Sasuke has never had such a moment of clarity, here in the front seat of his car, as Hinata's tongue moves across his, silky and sensual, the hand on his chest pulling at his tshirt, while his hands slip under her white sweater, running up her back and back down to grip her waist, a soft moan humming in her throat.
Pulling away, Sasuke let's her leave his lap, peck him goodbye, and grab her purse, exiting his car. She walks up to the front door, pulling out her house keys, before she turns back to face him, lips swollen. She waves, a smile on her face, before she disappears into the house. Sasuke runs a hand through his mussed hair, glasses askew.