Highest Bidder

Highest Bidder

Chapter Three

After a sleepless night of tossing, turning, and endless mental pictures of a certain Hyuuga girl using self-pleasuring toys, Sasuke stumbled off the stiff couch cushions and trudged into the kitchen, where Hinata was sitting at the small table with a steaming cup in her hands. She looked up at him and quickly averted her eyes, her face reddening.

"Morning," she whispered.

"Whatever," Sasuke muttered, rubbing the sleep away from his eyes as he plopped down on the chair opposite of hers'.

The girl cleared her throat. "Er…coffee?"

"That'd be fantastic," Sasuke sneered, yet the hint of sarcasm in his voice went undetected as Hinata hurriedly rose from the table and set about making the coffee.

As she reached into one of the cabinets for the mix, Hinata cleared her throat and broke the awkward silence. "About last night-"

"Don't," Sasuke interrupted. "Just…ugh, don't even."

Hinata sighed dejectedly and set the tin of mix on the counter. "I-I don't want you thinking poorly of me this entire week. I really want us to get along and…"

"Fuck?" Sasuke offered in a condescending tone. "Judging from what I witnessed last night, that's the only thing on your mind."

The color instantly vanished from Hinata's face as she turned her eyes to the floor. "I…you…I mean, I guess I wanna try it sometime."

"You mean with me?" Sasuke asked lightly, folding his arms. "I knew that was the goddamn reason you wanted me as your personal slave for a week."

Hinata quickly faced him, the coffee now forgotten. "That's-that's not true! I just…I just want some company…and…" She hesitated.

Sasuke raised his brow. "And?"

She blew some air out the side of her mouth. "…A boyfriend. I really want a boyfriend." She leaned against the counter, nervously twisting her long violet hair around her finger, looking anywhere but at the curious man sitting in front of her. "I haven't had much experience with guys, probably because I'm not that attractive and-"

"Quit with the pity party," Sasuke interjected, rolling his eyes. "You're not that bad-looking."

Hinata gazed up at him, her face glowing. "Really?"

Even though he somewhat regretted making the statement, Sasuke knew that Hinata needed the self-esteem boost more than anyone. "Yeah, really. You got a cute face and nice eyes…and nice hair." He shrugged. "But on the other hand, no offense or anything, your rack isn't anything to write home about."

The girl's face fell slightly and she quickly glanced down at her rather small chest. "O-Oh…"

"But at least you don't have enormous stripper tits," Sasuke added as an after thought. "Those aren't attractive either."

"…Y-you really don't mince words, do you?" Hinata said timidly.

"I guess, like you, I really don't have too much experience with the opposite sex," Sasuke said matter-of-factly, absentmindedly picking at one of his fingernails.

Hinata's face registered deep surprise. "You're kidding me, right? You do know that…ya know…a lot of girls think you're hot."

"News to me," Sasuke muttered, flicking a bit of dirt from under his nail. "Not that I'd go for any chick here. You're all kinda gross. The only girl I'm interested in is that ditzy blonde chick in that porno I saw a few-"

"Too much info!" Hinata shrieked, her face a deep crimson.

After a moment of deep thought, a malicious smirk slowly made its way across Sasuke's face as he decided that, oh yeah, he was going to give her even more information and make her extremely uncomfortable. Hey, after all, he was an avenger, and now was the time to get back at the horny bitch for all the awkwardness she had caused him.

"Oh yeah man," Sasuke said between gritted teeth, leaning forward towards Hinata and licking his lips. "That fucking blonde skank was so hot in that video-"

"No, no!" Hinata squealed. "I don't want to hear it!"

Sasuke rested a fingertip on the crotch of his pants. "-with the way she fingered herself-"

"Ew, ew, EW!" The girl was now covering her ears. "Stop!"

"-and when she gave that lucky bastard a blowjob-"

"Would you please stop!"

Sasuke grinned widely and began rocking his hips, the very thought of the dirty movie causing his hormones to race. "-and damn! Did she get the shit fucked out of her-"

Hinata ran over and before Sasuke knew it his mouth was clamped shut. Beneath her hand, he smiled victoriously; even "Horny Hinata" couldn't take a recap of a hardcore porno.

"I-I can't believe you just said all that!" Hinata wailed, her cheeks positively glowing with embarrassment.

Sasuke grabbed her hand and threw it away from his face before standing up and proceeding to make the forgotten coffee. "I think that makes us even."

A few hours later, according to Hinata's command, the two were walking down a busy street of the village to "do some shopping" (or at least that was the reason she gave). Sasuke noticed that almost every woman that passed by was giving Hinata looks of pure loathe and Hinata…wait, did it look as though Hinata was enjoying the attention, even just a little bit? Sasuke wasn't sure; he might've been a genius when it came to combat, but women were a foreign subject to him.

Hinata stopped in front of the drug store. "Umm, is it alright if we go in here?"

Sasuke sighed with annoyance. "Hinata, this is just a guess, but I think the reason I'm here with you is because you spent a shit-load of money to have me as your personal slave for a week, and because of that I'm supposed to follow your orders and do whatever you want." He looked at her, brow raised. "Am I right, or am I just bat-shit crazy?"

Hinata looked slightly hurt as she nodded and entered the drug store without another word, Sasuke trailing slowly behind her. Okay, so he was a bit of a dick, but he hated it when people asked him stupid questions. So go fuck yourself.

The drugstore had numerous aisles with shelves holding anything from candy to makeup to magazines, but Hinata decided to go down the aisle that most girls took their boyfriends down when they wanted to torture them: the "feminine needs aisle". Sasuke stopped in his footsteps at the end of the aisle while Hinata went on ahead of him. When she noticed that her "slave" was not with her, she turned around, facing him.

"Sasuke-san?"

Sasuke shook his head slowly, his feet rooted to the tiled floor. "Okay, yeah, you might be fine with looking at tampons and pads and douches and other things you shove up your vagina, but in case you haven't noticed, I'm a man, and because I care about my mental health, I refuse to step foot down this aisle."

Hinata smirked, and, with a newfound sense of courage, in a very condescending tone said, "Sasuke-san, this is just a guess, but I think the reason you're here with me is because I spent a shit-load of money-"

"Okay, okay, I fucking get it!" Sasuke hissed, stomping towards Hinata and making sure to keep his eyes off the boxes of feminine products. "No need to take my goddamn material, woman."

Hinata giggled and nodded approvingly, taking down a brightly-colored box from the shelf. Sasuke blew some air out of the side of his mouth and tapped his foot impatiently, wondering if Hinata could possibly subject him to worse agony…when he heard the high-pitched, annoying voices…

Fear coursed through the man's veins like ice and his entire body tensed up as he heard the voices approach the aisle him and Hinata were standing in. 'God no,' he thought desperately. 'Please no…'

Sasuke's worst fears had been confirmed as the pink- and blond-haired creepy-stalker-whores that haunted his very existence came almost skipping down the "feminine needs" aisle, as though shopping for tampons and looking extremely lesbian with your ex-best friend was the most enjoyable activity in the world.

Sakura and Ino stopped talking as soon as their Sasuke Radar (the man was positive they each owned one) went off, and at that moment Sasuke swore his eardrums were busted by the pitch of the girls' screams as they saw him and jumped on him as though Hinata weren't even there.

"Sasukeeeeeeeee-kunnnnn!!" Ino shrieked, throwing her bust out so that Sasuke could get a good look at her unimpressive breasts.

"Homigawd, Sasuke-kun, what are you doing here?" Sakura said, grabbing his arm with so much pressure that she was actually causing him pain.

"Don't tell me you're on your period!" Ino squawked.

The two buffoons laughed at Ino's lame joke as if it were the funniest goddamn thing in existence, until Hinata craned her neck and piped up, "Actually, he's shopping with me."

Sakura and Ino immediately stopped laughing, rested their hands on their hips, and glared at Hinata with all the bitchiness they could muster. Hinata simply stared back, but Sasuke could tell that the unfazed demeanor she was putting up would break down if the other two girls hung around any longer; they tended to get pretty abusive to any girl other than themselves that hung around Sasuke.

"Oh yeah," Sakura sneered, flipping her hair. "I forgot that poor Sasuke-kun had to put up with this ugly shit for a week."

"Yeah, poor baby," Ino added. "If I only had a bit more money, I…" She sighed wistfully. "Oh, the things I would do to you, Sasuke-kun." She turned around. "Let's get the fuck outta here before I gain any more gross points from being around Hinata."

The two walked away, guffawing, and Sasuke turned back to Hinata, who was staring at the ground, her face carrying a crushed and hurt expression. Sasuke shook his head in disbelief, wondering how on earth people could treat such a sensitive girl so horribly, and patted Hinata on the shoulder.

"You know," he said gently. "They really are just jealous. And you're not ugly at all, especially compared to them."

Hinata nodded slowly and rested her hand on top of his. After a moment of silence, she spoke up again.

"Can I ask you something personal?"

"Shoot."

Hinata bit her lip nervously. "Um…which one of them did you actually lose your virginity to?"

Sasuke's eyes widened in absolute horror and the kind, gentle mood he had been in for a few seconds was replaced by terror and deep anger. "Excuse me? What did you just say?"

Hinata winced and backed away from him, sensing his fury. "It's-it's just…during the auction, I heard them arguing about which one of them was the first to-to sleep with you and-"

"YOU'RE FUCKING KIDDING ME!" Sasuke roared. "WHY THE HELL WOULD I SCREW ONE OF THOSE WHORES!"

Hinata held up her hands defensively. "That's-that's just what I heard! So…so you didn't actually…"

"No! That's absolutely disgusting!" Sasuke spat, furious.

"Oh…"

Silence, then…

"Ino also said that you had a threesome with her and Sakura-"

Sasuke's jaw dropped and he turned on his heel, storming down the aisle. "That's it," he said between gritted teeth. "I need to go kick some lying, whore ass right now."

As he pounded away from her, Hinata sighed deeply and grabbed a box of pads from the shelf in front of her. "Maybe choosing Sasuke as my slave was not one of the greatest ideas I had."

A/N: Mahhh! More delicimous smut!

(And yes, delicimous is a word. By my standards, anyway)