Violet Circumstances
by LianFex
0 4 T O M A T O E S A N D P A S T E S
トマト及びのり
Ah, so her name is Hinata. Nice.
A/N: Again, Hinata is OOC for a reason. No stutters, still a little bit shy but is OOC with Sasuke. After all, he gave her a big bad first impression, right?
And the timeline for this story is in mid October.
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Ugh. Why not?" She asked as exasperation dripped in her voice. He merely scoffed at her and plopped himself in the sofa nearby.
"First off, you have no futon so that's understandable. Another thing is, I am too tall to sleep in the coach. It's not comfortable and that would give me bed cramps," He stated as she merely watched him. "This brings us to the last option: Sleep in the floor. I hate to admit it but it is probably better than the coach because I hate cramps. So throw me a pillow and a blanket, will you? We could resolve this problem tomorrow."
She raised one of her eyebrows at him and crossed her arms across her rather…ahem, ample chest. "Is going back to your home an option?"
"No."
She sighed and twirled her bangs in her right that reached her jaw line unconsciously. She seemed to contemplate the whole situation and a few minutes passed when she finally nodded.
"Fine. But here in the living room." He gave her a smirk to which she merely rolled her eyes at. With another sigh, she walked grudgingly towards her room to retrieve some bed materials for him. When she disappeared behind her room, he let out a satisfied sigh and stretched.
"Oh yeah…"
He couldn't believe his luck. At first, he thought that someone up there hates him. But now…at least the girl he met is…okay. Well, except her unpredictable reaction when he accidentally kissed her in public, her another unpredictable outburst when he accidentally end up in her apartment and yet another unpredictable fact that she is NOT a fangirl.
Well, at least he is lucky that the girl had some heart and let him in, never mind the fact that she threw her glasses. Another lucky thought is that she is not a fangirl, never mind the fact that it is one big hit to his pride. Although he gets to sleep in the floor, it is way better than being harassed by his fangirls.
Ah, the things you do for survival.
"Hey, frog. Catch this."
His head jerked to his right in an attempt to catch whatever she's throwing at her in time to get buried underneath some blankets and a pillow. He heard a snigger. Immediately, his head perked from the suffocating blankets.
"Thank you very much, twig. Really, throwing those things at me instead of handing it? Thanks a lot," His voice dripped with sarcasm to which she merely ignored. His eyes dropped to the blankets that surrounded him and widened with…disgust?
"Pink?"
She merely shrugged.
"It's not used. I hate pink." At that she turned and left him. As he inspected the things that he was given, he noticed that there are two blankets. Several minutes later, he smelled something delicious coming from the kitchen. Without hesitation, he went towards the said room to satisfy his curiosity.
When he reached the kitchen, he saw Hinata with her back on him, wearing a white and blue frilly apron with a large white ribbon at the small of her back from what he could see from his position. Other than that, her hair is still on two low braids, just like the hairstyle she used when he saw her in the train station and when they bumped. He couldn't see her face but he could see that she is cooking something…delicious. Extremely delicious as what he could smell.
"You're cooking." He stated the obvious as he made his way towards the table nearby and sat down at the single chair. Yeah, that would be another problem he is willing to discuss later on.
"Obviously." She said as with a flick of her hand, she switched off the stove and placed the food in some large bowl and headed towards the same table with two plates and pair of spoon and forks.
She raised her eyebrow when she noticed that there is no more chair to seat as he merely watched her. With a shrug, she went towards the living room with the food.
With a snicker, he went towards the same destination as well, clearly amused at her without any reason at all. Do you think he have some sanity controversies, dear readers? Well, even I, the writer, think so but that's beside the point. Anyway, let's move on (sorry).
He sat down beside her and watched her eat. Well, the 'food' he thought smelled delicious looked the opposite. He watched with silent horror as she eat and chewed on the…the red paste she's eating. Hinata, noticing the stares she was given, looked at the direction of the slightly gaping Sasuke and mouthed the words 'what', despite her mouth being full of paste, as what Sasuke defined.
"Can you masticate that paste?" That horrible looking paste, I mean. She raised an eyebrow and gulped down the food she's eating.
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
"Masticate, I mean chewing, munching and all those sorts synonymous to chewing." He carefully explained, his eyes never leaving the lips that have a little 'paste' left.
"I know what masticate is, silly. What I mean is what paste are you talking about?"
"What you're eating." She rolled her eyes at him, even if he is still looking at her lips. Although Hinata felt distracted at his action, she decided to ignore it.
"This paste is called food. Food. Say food: F-O-O-D," She said as if teaching to a kindergarten student. He merely rolled his eyes at her. "And no, don't feel disgusted. This is actually delicious, you know."
"Whatever."
"Fine. Don't eat. See if I care," She ate the last spoonful of 'paste' and left him with a plate, spoon and forks, and the bowl of 'paste' in the coffee table. "But you're free to try it out!" She exclaimed from the kitchen and he heard some rushing and clinging sound.
Probably cleaning the dishes.
Then his eyes settled on the paste he was currently disgusted at. Okay, people knew Uchiha Sasuke rarely like things and mostly hate or disgusted at plenty of things. But then, she said it's delicious, the smell is delicious and it is familiar, but the looks is...well, just horrible. It looked like some red paste mixed with rice and then it have some small green granules mixed with it. Okay, so it might look like trash but hey, the smell is really delicious and tempting as well…but, it looked disgusting, dammit! So the confusing facts are making Sasuke…ahem, interested?
She said it's delicious. It looked disgusting. But my sense of smell says it's delicious…but my sense of sight says otherwise. Ah, what to do?
And so, he decided to satisfy his curiosity again. Although 'curiosity killed the cat' echoes in his mind…Hinata didn't die, right? Anyway, he decided to do it, against his stomach wishes. Well, the twig did it and she cooked it so what harm can it done.
So ever so slowly, he placed some 'paste' in his spoon and as slowly and as dramatic as ever, he placed it in his mouth and…and…and ate it. Still with his eyes closed, he chewed and after a few seconds, his eyes opened in surprise.
Guess what?
It is delicious indeed.
It's already passed midnight and it's been a few hours when they decided to sleep. She told him to shut the lights off when he sleep, locked the doors and be careful. She was even surprised that the whole bowl of her self-invented food was done. When she asked about it, he merely shrugged and didn't answer. She decided to leave it at that.
And now, she lay awake at night, desperate to sleep and yet can't find to sleep at all. She's been thinking about the day's happenings. She can't believe that in just one day, he would meet him twice. It seemed as if he's the bringer of her bad luck.
First, he was her first kiss and although she keeps on telling herself that she can't forgive him, her forgiving nature seemed to top it off. She knew she is melodramatic and fiery at unexpected times but that guy was her first kiss! She had the right to throw things at him when she didn't get over her tragic event, right? And now her fuel gone and back to her old self, she decided she's guilty. Ah, darn it. She'll say sorry tomorrow morning though.
Another thing is that he's staying over her place, a complete and suspicious looking stranger. She didn't know him, alright and she is adamant about getting rid of him. But then, her kind nature (which she sometimes detest and sometimes like) decided that she will not throw him out. See, she is one complex girl who had plenty of sides for plenty of occasions. Ah, darn it again. She already hated herself.
Another logical part of her told her that he is capable of doing...uncivilized things to her. But then another logical part of her told her to lock her door. But what if he steals? Well, there are some security cameras and buzzers, right? And if all else fails, she had her well-practiced judo. She's not that helpless, thank you very much.
However, he told her that his friend and her aunt would discuss this later on. But her aunt is not on Japan…Oh well, maybe they got her contact number. So maybe, by tomorrow, everything's fix. She didn't have to worry about certain suspicious-looking guys walking in her precious apartment or frogged-faced guys in particular.
With a sigh, she relaxed and buried herself more in her comfortable comforters. What the heck, as long as he's gone, everything's okay. Yeah, everything will be okay. A satisfied smile rest on her lips before she drifted off to sleep.
Wordlessly, he slipped into his usual leather jacket and put on his cap. He turned towards his right and smirked at the sight of a hurrying Hinata, who nearly tripped on her own foot in her haste to put on her shoes two at the time with her hair still disheveled and wet from lack of combing. Noticing his smirk, she turned towards him a glare.
"What?"
"You're enjoying my misfortune!"
"You making things up."
"You're freaking smirking at me!"
"Ah, but I really think you're making things up." He said in a languid voice despite the smirk still intact in his lips. She groaned and rushed to her bedroom to grab her backpack and some comb. He let out an amused snicker and went to the front porch to put on his shoes, unlike her who puts it on inside the living room. But who cares? This is her house anyway.
Suddenly, the phone rang. he watched it rang but decided to answer it. She is probably too busy to rush and she could probably use some help. With a small grunt, he pushed myself from the porch and walked towards the phone, not caring if he wore a single right shoe.
"Hello."
"Ah, Hina-chan! Can you--"
"Sorry, I am not her." He said coolly. Hina-chan? So her name must be Hina or Hina something…
"Eh?" An almost surprise voice resonated from the phone before it was replaced by a giggle. "Of course you are not! You sound so male! Anyway, can you please hand it to Hinata? Tell her it is Tenten."
Ah, so her name is Hinata. Nice. I'll give her that.
"Sure."
He was about to place it down so that he could call Hinata or what before she rushed from her room with her backpack but her hair still in the same poor condition. He noticed that there is no comb in her hand and she is looking for something. The panicked look in her eyes is priceless, he could say.
"Ah! I'm frigging late! Stupid comb, you're hiding from me!" She complained to no one in particular and it only amused him all the more. Say he is sadistic but he is still amused no matter what they say.
"Hey. Phone for you," Her head jerked to his direction before she started to run towards it. "She said she's Tenten." With a small thank-you, she received the call although her eyes still roamed around the room.
"Tenten? Why are you calling? No classes or what?"
"Ah, no! Can you please do me a favor? Can you bring that red paint? I spilled mine." She groaned inwardly and agreed.
"Okay. It's in my locker. I'm really late so I have to go now. By--"
"Wait! Who was that guy? I thought you live alo--"
"I'll tell you the details later! But I really have to go now. Later!"
"Fine. Bye!"
She placed the receiver down and immediately rushed towards the door, not caring if her hair is not proper or the fact that both of them missed breakfast.
"Hey, wait," She shot him an annoyed look to which he met with relaxed gaze. He threw her a comb. "I saw this in the couch." Her annoyed look in her eyes worsened despite the fact that he saw a flicker of gratitude in it.
"You could have given me this a few minutes ago…" She muttered as she frantically combed her hair. "Thank you."
"Hn." He said despite the smirk in his lips. Finally putting his last shoe on, he called for her again. "Wait."
"What?!"
"That 'paste' I told you last night, what is it made up of?"
"Arrghh…you frog, tomatoes and rice! I'll tell you the full ingredients when we'll meet again!" She stepped out the door before she stopped. "And don't forget to lock the door! I'll hunt you down if you won't!"
With that, she ran from the apartment, muttering about frogs and getting late. He, however, still have that amused and satisfied smirk in his lips. Finally getting out of her reverie, he pushed his sunglasses in his nose, covering his eyes. With a tug of his cap, he stalked away from the apartment, locking it in the process.
He decided that tomatoes are his favorite from now on.
"Really? Haha, he must be really unfortunate then." A blonde with sparkling azure eyes said at the person in the other end of the phone humorously. He let out a chuckle and ran his hand across his hair out of habit.
"Poor Sasuke-kun…always harassed by his fangirls…not that he can help it though. He is really hot…" The female voice in the receiver said.
Again, he let out a chuckle.
"Well, that's what girls would normally tell about him anyway," With a smile still in his face, he plopped himself in one of his comfy seats and laid back. "Kakashi said he got himself a new apartment. But there are also some problems…"
"Ah yes…Trouble always seems to find Sasuke-kun. But he can make it, as always…oh and yeah, I'm planning to go check him out. You want to come?"
"Of course! It would be fun to see Sasuke-teme again," He said and chuckled again. "And of course, make fun of him…again." He heard a sigh in the other end and smiled at the vision of her sighing and reprimanding them both to stop fighting. Ah, past memories…
"You two…I can never find my way with you both," Another sigh and then a small chuckle. "And once again, your strange friendship in the form of fighting over something never ceased to amaze me…"
He let out a grin although she couldn't possibly see him.
"Yeah, me too. It just so happens that we like similar things a lot."
A/N: Yay! Another chapter done! I was thinking about procrastinating, but then decided against it. (sigh) The things I do for you readers…(grins)
Anyway, I'm not really satisfied with this chapter because…well, I think it's like a filler but then it's like a bridge from chap 2 to chap 4. Yeah, something like that so pardon.
Oh and yes! I finally have Microsoft 2007! (does a happy little dance)
I'm a little bit of sugar high now so please tolerate me. And my spoiler thingy has been canceled. No one got the right answer. But that's okay. I'll reveal the answer when the time comes. But for now, the chocolate is still mine.
And yeah, thanks for those who read and reviewed!
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Hali-chan – Eh, since you're not a registered reviewer, I'll just reply here, okay? Anyway, uhmm…Hinata being THAT OOC is intended. Well, she is being that OOC when with Sasuke anyway so don't worry. He just irritate her and being her accidental first kiss didn't help so…well, if I placed myself in her shoes and with her characteristics I assume she have in this story, I'll act like that. Eheheh…again, sorry about it though. Eheheh…anyway, thank you very much for reading and reviewing and even if you think it is that OOC, I'm glad you liked it! Thank you very much and I hope you understand. Thank you very much.
