Pranks

Chapter 3

For his fifth rabies shot in the series, twenty-eight days from when he'd suffered those raccoon bites, she was allowed to be with him and hold his hand, which probably embarrassed him, but pleased her nonetheless.

When his shirt was pulled up to reveal his pale abdomen, she noticed how thin he was compared to Kiba, Neji, and other boys she'd seen topless.

The look of pain on his face as Shizune stabbed him with that gigantic needle – eyes clenched and teeth grit – it was absolutely adorable. She smiled a little as her boyfriend squeezed her hand.

When it was over, he lay flat, gasping, staring dazedly at the ceiling as though he'd just had wild sex with a large animal. He didn't release her hand, and she idly brushed droplets of sweat off his brow with her free one.

Sasuke was completely vulnerable, and it was the greatest thing in the world.

"I know you're Garfield," she mumbled, when the heaving of his chest had returned to a minimum. "That was r-really m-mean of you." Her eyes sparkled with fallacious tears.

Sasuke pulled down his shirt and slowly sat up. "What do you want? I'll do anything to make it up to you," he said monotonously, too tired to argue, or even rub his temples.

...he wished she'd do it for him.

Hinata mumbled something.

"What?" he asked.

She repeated herself, and there was a moment of awkward silence.

"You want to give me a makeover?"

She nodded, blushing adorably. Then again, when wasn't Hyuuga Hinata utterly adorable?

An entire minute of uncomfortable silence lingered between them.

"Fine."

Later that day, the two found their way to the gigantic bathroom Hinata shared with Neji and Hanabi. Sasuke sat in a chair, head bowed, his girlfriend standing behind him. He'd never liked the Hyuuga house, but did enjoy seeing Hinata in the environment she found most comfortable. Stripped of the forehead protector that hid her slender neck, and the big tan jacket she wore indoors and out, she was quite nice to look at.

He winced as her comb ran over his tender scalp. His hair was barely brushable, but Hinata wasn't to surrender the fight. "I'm going to need gel for this," she said, eying the spikes, before walking around the chair so he could see her. She leaned down, peering into his face. She did realize she had breasts, right? He looked at them thoughtfully.

"You have very nice skin," Hinata mentioned shyly as she straightened. His eyes traveled down her lean frame.

"I know," said Sasuke. "You have nice hips."

The heiress, who had been struggling to remove the cover on a large container of hair gel, froze. "Um...th-thanks," she said, her face reddening.

"Good for childbirth," Sasuke remarked.

"A-a-ano-" the blood-rush to her face was making her feel faint. The Uchiha tended to say odd things without realizing just how odd they were. Just before her face could explode, someone entered the room, breaking the tension.

Neji headed straight for the toilet.

"You should knock," Sasuke groused.

Hinata took a deep breath and dropped the gel, instead retrieving a container of pink blush.

"We're using the bathroom," Sasuke continued, unfazed by the fact that his girlfriend was dabbing his nose with a power-covered brush.

Neji paused in his efforts to unbutton his pants, glancing up as if only just noticing them. "What is that?" he asked, staring oddly at the Uchiha as Hinata applied liberal amounts of purple to his pale lips.

"Electrically-charged lavender violet amplified creme," Sasuke curtly responded. The boy (damn well) knew his lipstick. He personally preferred devilishly deep burgundy. Perhaps Hinata would let him give her a makeover after she was done with his.

Neji's odd look did not waver. He shook himself, his attention returning to the toilet. "I really have to defecate," he said, and resumed his struggle with his pants zipper.

Slack-jawed, Sasuke turned back to his girlfriend, throwing her a look that said, Hinata! Do somethinggg!

"It's okay, Sasuke-kun," the heiress said. "We use a screen system."

She called him Sasuke-kun in front of her friends and family. It annoyed him, because as far as they knew (or assured themselves), the two were just good friends.

Gal-pals, if you will.

This makeover wouldn't do much for his reputation.

But it was for his girlfriend, so he'd treat the matter just as he treated everything else – with Uchiha aloofness, indifference, and tact.

Hinata jerked out a large white curtain that was attached to the wall, and successfully hid Neji from view – but they could still make out his wriggling outline, and hear his frustrated grunts as he battled with his zipper.

"I will not subject myself to this," Sasuke hissed.

The screen was abruptly drawn back.

Neji, who had finally stripped down to his "FATE"-printed boxers, threw Sasuke a stony glare. "I see," he muttered. "I wouldn't be able to concentrate through your bitching anyway," he growled, jerking up his shorts and stalking off.

The Uchiha heaved an annoyed sigh, just as Hinata presented him with a...

...a dress.

It was simple enough, knee-length, and black, with spaghetti straps and a high enough V-cut. Sasuke eyed it for a moment and nothing was said.

"Fine," he said, after an entire three minutes had passed and neither of the two had backed down. He snatched the dress and walked behind the curtain before jerking it closed. From the other side, he heard Hinata's muffled giggles.

Uchiha Sasuke was not afraid of a little cross-dressage every now and then.

Not that he'd done it before...he really didn't have the figure for that sort of thing...

Hinata looked up as the curtains were re-opened. Though the dress was loose, its left strap consistently sliding off Sasuke's shoulder, she couldn't deny the fact that he looked pretty. Hinata reached up and lifted the loose strap, her hand running across Sasuke's shoulder as she did so. Just before she could voice what she thought, Hanabi entered the bathroom.

The girl walked to the mirror and grabbed a brush, before freezing, and doing a double-take. There were a few moments of silence in which she stared at Sasuke. Sasuke glared back.

"We're using the bathroom!" the Uchiha squawked, and Hanabi scurried off.

Sasuke sat back down, heaving another sigh. He reached for the container of hair gel and opened it for Hinata. "Can you just finish with my hair...and eyeshadow?" he asked, crossing his legs.

Hinata hadn't said anything about eyeshadow, but wasn't going to argue. Navy blue would suit him well...or mid-tone gray with silver sheen. She fished into the gel container, withdrawing a glob as she considered the colors that would go best with Sasuke's eyes. "And m-mascara?" she inquired.

"Whatever."

She began to apply the gel to Sasuke's hair, successfully smoothing down the spikes. She then walked around the chair, leaning down to face him, and stared in amazement at her handiwork. He could almost pass as a girl! "Eggplant purple eyeshadow?"

"Or a muted gray flecked with satin shimmer," Sasuke casually pitched.

She leaned closer, observing his eyes, the color, the shape, taking too long to realize how very close their faces had come to be, and the fact that Sasuke was staring back.

She felt her face flush. Her mind racing, and heart pounding, she didn't know what compelled her to lean yet closer-

"Someone clogged my toilet," Hyuuga Hiashi said as he entered the room, newspaper in hand. Hinata abruptly jerked away from Sasuke, crashing into Neji's toaster.

Hiashi stared in shock. "U-Uchiha?"

The twelve-year-olds responded with an exchange of glances and an uncomfortable silence.

"GET OUT!" Hiashi screamed.

"But-"

"GEETT OUUUUTTT!"

Which is obviously how Yuuhi Kurenai found a drag-dressed Sasuke hiding behind one of her trashcans. She took him inside, and we couldn't fathom what happened next.