The Denial Twist
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"So what, somebody left you in a rut,
And wants to be the one, who's in control,
But the feeling that you're under can really make you wonder,
How the hell she could be so cold."
-The Denial Twist, The White Stripes
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The lights were dim, creating a calm and nostalgic atmosphere. Filmy material hung from the walls, shuffling softly as people filed into the ballroom and began talking excitedly, hugging and shaking hands, patting each other on the backs.
Hinata stood, Kiba's grip solid around her waist, and smiled into the camera's lens.
CLECK.
A flash blinded her, and Kiba kept his large hand upon her midsection as he guided her towards where their friends stood.
They had already been inside the ballroom for a few good seconds until the group had been bombarded by their fellow graduates, and there had been many hugs, tears, hand-shakes and pats on the back.
Once everyone had greeted everyone else, the majority of the commotion had died down, and one could actually hear the soft music playing in the background. Hinata felt a deep rumbling in her chest, her heart beating slow, painfully, as if it was too large for her body and was trying to escape out of her ribcage.
TA-THUMP.
TA-THUMP.
Just like that.
The young girl swallowed a large lump forming in her throat as she watched Kiba and Naruto talk excitedly to her left. Kiba's arm was still around her waist, although now limp, his hands just grazing past the curvature of her hip. She felt it shift as he began talking with his hands, motioning and gesturing wildly.
As was the way of Kiba Inuzuka.
Hinata studied both boys, Naruto especially. It was strange, when she was younger, she had been reserved and very introverted, but had always respected for the young man a few feet beside her. Maybe…maybe once, once a long time ago when they had shared a quiet acquaintance in elementary school, had she felt something towards him.
Maybe something small, but still a something.
She remembered, when her friend, Sakura, had begun dating her old love interest (could she really call him that, despite the fact that there had been a small flicker of a something?) and a slight pang of a different something—jealousy? Envy?—had begun to take shape. But those words—they didn't describe the timid girl! No, it was more like pain.
But as always, you get passed these feelings, it may take weeks, months or years, but you get by.
Still, she couldn't help but admit, that beneath these soft lights, amid the solitude, the serenity…she still felt that something.
Sighing, she looked towards an open window towards the easterly side of the grand ballroom, Kiba's hand pressed against her again—her security.
Hinata wondered—would she suffer this feeling throughout the rest of her adolescence…no, she was a woman now…her adulthood?
Her thoughts shifted when she saw a figure pass by the window.
Shrug.
It was probably one of the teachers or guest speaker's arriving. That meant that they'd all end up congregating towards the chairs of their tables to listen to more speeches.
"Hina?" She heard Kiba's breath by her ear.
She turned to her friend.
"Yes?"
His face looked slightly worried.
Maybe he knew how Hinata truly felt about leaving behind this town and her friends. He had caught her brushing tears from her eyes behind a large pillar outside after the graduation ceremony. But he hadn't told her that he saw her, nor had he approached her, deciding that it being Hinata's nature to keep things private and secluded.
"You alright? You looked a bit…" He trailed off.
"Out of it?" She suggested, her lip quirking up, "no, I'm fine, really." She smiled just to prove a point.
Luckily for Hinata, Kiba wasn't as perceptive as Neji…however, unbeknownst to her, he could still see through her lies.
This night, though, he chose to pretend to not notice how her neck had turned slightly red, from having told a fib to him.
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Sasuke tripped over a rather large rock that had been sitting idly in the grass next to the large ballroom.
He grunted, feeling the sting of the fall on his chin and palms, hissing as he tried to get back up—and failed.
Then he tried a second time.
He rose up, but stumbled over his own two feet and fell again, this time on a harder patch of dirt, making him bite into his bottom lip, cutting the thin skin there and making it bleed.
"Aghh…fucksh…" He slurred, wiping stingily at the thin trickle of blood with his sleeve.
"This is…thish…ist…just mah luck." He grumbled, wincing as his cut stretched open wider as he spoke.
"Now…whurr…where ish the entrance…" Sasuke walked passed rows of windows, but he didn't dare look inside. Even in his drunken stupor, he knew one look and that'd be it. His emotions were so disturbed; he would possibly, punch through the glass, stop his plan out of pure grief, or just stare into the soft lights until he passed out.
And none of those ideas appealed greatly to him, even as he drifted in and out of consciousness.
Carefully, he steadied himself along the outside wall of the ballroom, treading lightly, making sure not to trip over any rocks again. As the young man neared what he guessed was the entrance, he paused, the brightness of the outside fluorescent lights almost blinding him.
They pierced his eyes, and he reflexively closed them, growling at the way they felt.
When he opened them again, tiny black and purple dots floated through his vision.
"Fuckersh," He swatted at them, and blinked until they disappeared and he became accustomed to the bright flaxen light.
Inside it looked even darker, and there seemed to be a few floodlights focusing on a makeshift stage way in the back. Small, white, circular tables were placed close to the stage, each with small candles placed on them, emitting an eerie glow.
Ominous.
He watched in awe as the female valedictorian of his class stood upon the stage at the podium—much like she had at graduation—and beside her stood the male valedictorian, both poised with a final word towards his old classmates before the festivities began.
The festivities being everyone dancing on top of each other up until the point where they were basically having sex on the dance floor.
Usually Sasuke made a disgusted face, felt himself want to retch and them comment on how they were acting like fucking animals, but…deep down inside his heart, he really wished that someone would let him hold them the way some of the other young men held young women.
Too bad that wasn't what he was for—to get touchy-feely with girls…he could have taken that whore with him, had her do things to him that…actually, he had never let anyone do to him before. But even he, in his drunken state, was too smart for that.
Gripping the handles to the ballroom, he used all of his upper strength to push the doors open, shedding a lot of light into the grand room.
It was then, when every single pair of eyes was turned on him.
He didn't feel intimidated…much.
Each pair followed him as he stumbled up towards the tables, swerving through them, ignoring the scattered gasps and the murmurs that everyone offered to their partner's.
"What the hell is HE doing here?"
"Mr. Gloom and Doom decided to show?"
"If he wasn't so heartless he could have been valedictorian…so smart."
"I don't even remember the last time I saw him smile."
"He's intelligent…but isn't educated enough in life."
"Give the guy a break, his parents did die…"
"…like, five years ago."
Sasuke marched up the rickety stairs, up to the side of the podium.
Sakura, female valedictorian, gasped.
"Sas…Sasuke?" She quivered, reaching out a hand to touch his split lip.
He growled and dodged her kind gesture.
"I need to talk." For that first time that evening, he had spoken his first sober sentence.
"Sasuke, this is a load of bullshit, why do you always pick the worst times?" Neji Hyuuga demanded, placing his hand over the microphone, as to mute the conversation.
"Get…get outta mah way, Hyuugah." He murmured, shoving the male valedictorian away from the stand.
Neji, about to charge at him, was held back by Sakura.
Her eyes spoke to the young man, Let him go, we'll deal with this later.
Neji nodded slowly, as if unsure whether to let this charade go on. It was obvious that the Uchiha was drunk, and there was never a time Neji could recall him being so. This meant that Sasuke was an unknown drunk…who knew what would come spewing out of his mouth.
Hinata Hyuuga watched the young man from her table, seated between Kiba and an empty space where Neji had been sitting. She felt a blush creep up her face as she watched him, slouching towards the podium, gripping the microphone and open his mouth to speak.
How could he show his face?
When he passed by the tables, the stench of cigarette smoke and crude alcohol hung damp in the air, making the young Hyuuga girl gag, and she felt sick just thinking about that smell again.
Sasuke steadied himself, and everyone held their breath.
"Hin…Hinata…Hyuugah," Hinata bristled hearing her name, "…yurra…you are…I'm sorruh for…" was he apologizing?! "Ah fuck thish, Hinata's a fuckin' whore."
There was utter silence, no gasp was uttered, and everyone was still…
…and then Neji Hyuuga fainted.
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Oh goodness…Hinata felt a large ball forming in her esophagus.
His mind was obviously clouded over too thickly with alcohol—how could he call her a whore! She was still a virgin! Could one be a whore if they hadn't had sex yet?
The most Hinata had ever done with boys was hug, hold hands…
She still hadn't even had her first kiss yet!
Oh, but let us not forget how she had basically bared all to the Uchiha…that wasn't being a whore though!
He hadn't even seen anything!
A very uncharacteristic anger seethed within the young girl…but was replaced with embarrassment, fear and the feeling of…
Just crying and rolling into the fetal position.
"What the fuck are you talking about Uchiha?" Kiba pushed back his chair, growling, "Since when were you even ASSOCIATED with Hinata?"
Hinata looked up at her friend, tears brimming in her eyes still.
At least he caught the Uchiha's attention. Sasuke glared at him over half-lidded eyes, Sakura at his side on the floor trying to revive the young Hyuuga man by fanning him with her speech.
"Oh shut itch….Kiba…yurr just jealous 'cause I saw her nakid!" Sasuke snorted with laughter, wheezing at his own sick 'joke'.
The only noise inside the room now was Sasuke's very….out of character giggles and coughs.
"What the hell do you mean 'saw her naked'?" Tenten stood up this time, angry at Sasuke for spreading such a horrible lie about her best friend.
The Uchiha still wheezed as he spoke,
"I meant that I saw Hinah," wheeze, "…Hinater…" snort, "that chick nakid," he abruptly stopped, "not that I'm complainin', she has like…the biggest," he motioned clumsily with his hands two circular shapes in front of his chest, "know whut I mean?" he snorted again.
Basically, the majority of the female population gasped, and the males just stood as stiff as ever, each blushing crimson, as it was totally obvious that Hinata was blessed with a rather…large bosom.
Only now were they completely aware of it once Sasuke had pointed it out, despite all the years of attending high school with the girl—not their fault she constantly wore baggy pants and sweatshirts!
"You…you what?!" Neji, now conscious jumped to his feet, "fucking hell, Uchiha, I'm going to murder you!" Sakura held the young man back fiercely.
"Hinata, is what this asshole saying true?" Kiba demanded, turning to look at his date, her eyes shut tightly, and her small hands covering her mouth.
She blushed.
She couldn't lie to Kiba, he was her friend…
But why…why did Sasuke do all of this? What had she EVER done to the boy? Had she embarrassed him somehow, in front of all his friends?
Kiba growled now too, taking her blush as a yes. Now he too was on the warpath to Sasuke, the remainder of the table staring incredulously at the young girl who was still on the verge of a total and complete breakdown.
Hinata could imagine their faces now.
Ino-a sympathetic look on her face, Shikamaru-regarding her warily, his eyes chastising her, Naruto-his jaw slack as he tried to possibly imagine Sasuke Uchiha and Hinata Hyuuga…OH GOD NO! AH! GET OUT OF MY BRAIN, NO, THAT'S PERVERTED!
And Tenten, her best friend Tenten, her face torn between anger and sympathy.
Then the rest of her classmates! What were they saying now?
She couldn't bear to look…
A soft hand rested on her shoulder,
"Hina, what is this all about?" It was Tenten.
Another hand, this time Ino's,
"Hina, please, what the hell is Sasuke going on about?"
And in all truthfulness, Hinata wished that she could just kill herself right then.
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Sasuke Uchiha felt proud of himself for revealing that minx to the public—she had taunted him since the night before, and now she had gotten her just desserts!
How dare she think that she could do such things to him—glare at him, almost flash him—and get away with all of it!
Of course…he had intruded on her—
NO.
Shut up brain.
This was what was right.
"Hey, Uchiha…" Sasuke turned reflexively at the mention of his name.
And that's when Kiba Inuzuka delivered an uppercut to the young man's face.
He had known this day wouldn't end well.
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Despite the scene that had happened during the early hours of the prom, it still went off without a hitch. People ate, danced, reminisced, drank (cough), laughed and had a wonderful time.
Once or twice there were a few problems, like when a certain couple (cough, Ino and Shikamaru) had begun making out and they accidentally pulled down a large portion of streamers (no one asked exactly how that happened, nor did they want to know), and another time when Naruto's limo had almost been towed because obviously the driver hadn't been paying much attention when he parked it in the lot across from the ballroom to go and get a drink at a bar.
Hinata, although her friends pleaded her to stay, really wanted to go home, so Kiba accompanied her in a taxi back to her place, and dropped the young girl off as he picked up his own car from the same spot.
Sasuke had been knocked out, and thus Sakura decided to take him back to his place, Naruto in tow. The elder boy knew where Sasuke kept a spare key, underneath the flower pot on his back porch. He'd known this since he was younger and had walked with Sasuke to his house. When Sasuke had thought Naruto had left (but in truth he hadn't) the young boy had removed a small key from the underside of the pot and used it to open the door.
After they tucked the rather foul smelling Uchiha in, the couple made sure to lock the door as they walked towards the limo.
Naruto sighed, sinking into the limo's seats, his arm wrapped limply around his girlfriend's torso.
Well, we didn't get to dance a lot…but at least the hotel room is still booked, he thought, pulling her closer to him.
"Naruto?" Sakura murmured, and once he looked at her, she continued knowing where his attention was focused, "can you just let the limo drop me home? I'm kind of tired…"
This was true.
She was mentally exhausted, physically too after having carried Sasuke (although she had Naruto's help) and truthfully, slightly agitated after watching Ino make out with Shikamaru obnoxiously in front of their graduates.
Ino should have been laughing and talking with Sakura—her best friend, not ignoring her and going off with Shikamaru.
Sakura thought that by pulling the streamers over them, it would cause them to stop and realize what they were doing.
Instead it just made them dance together.
Why? Why was Sakura not satisfied with having Naruto as a boyfriend?
She knew the answer—but she wouldn't tell anyone.
Naruto's brows furrowed, "Ah…Sakura…actually, I had something else planned for us—"
Sakura cut him off, knowing already that he had arranged something for them, something probably extremely intimate.
"Naruto, I'm sorry," She pecked him stiffly on the cheek; her lips pursed, and crawled over across the seats to the part of the vehicle that separated the riders from the driver.
Sakura pulled the tiny window back, so the driver could hear her.
"128 West Landmark, please," She spoke softly, and moved back to her initial place where Naruto was seated dumbstruck.
Did this mean…
That Sakura and him were over?
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Ino was slowly gyrating against her boyfriend, his hands lying lightly on her hips.
This is our last official night as high-school sweethearts…
Ino concluded, gripping Shikamaru's hands with hers.
I'm not going to let it go.
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"I don't understand," seethed Neji, as Tenten stroked his hair, "how the fuck did Uchiha even see Hinata? They haven't even SPOKEN to each other!"
Obviously Neji wasn't letting this go until he solved it. Genius he was, he couldn't piece together the pieces of this puzzle.
Some must have been missing.
"Just cool your jets," Tenten sighed, her hands leaving his hair, "enjoy the night, Hinata's safely at home, as is Sasuke, you and Kiba both gave him a good punch."
Neji grinned at the memory of giving Uchiha an uppercut, even after Kiba had knocked the young man out.
"You're such a sicko," Tenten concluded, standing up, "now come on, dance with me; I'm starting to get jealous of Ino and Shikamaru."
Neji grunted, but complied, standing up also, and letting her lead him over to the dance floor.
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Sasuke Uchiha groaned, twisting in his bed.
He shot up like a rocket, and gripped his head, a seething lukewarm pain dousing him.
Obviously, he was still drunk, but it was wearing off and he was sober enough to realize what he had slept off was now turning into those infamous hangover's he had heard so much about.
"Fuck…" He growled, rocking from side to side in his bed,
"I just had to be a fucktard and drink until I was tripping over myself."
The young man grimaced feeling the pain of a split lip.
"How the hell did I get this?!" He demanded, falling out of bed as he scrambled in vain to search for a mirror.
Sasuke found one.
It was pitch black inside his house, so he turned on a lamp, igniting the room with a low, dull light.
"Fuck…" he studied the cut, and the dried blood around it.
He also had the beginnings of a swelling bruise underneath his right eye.
"How did…"
Then it all came back to him…most of it anyway.
"AH DAMNIT!" He yelled, hissing in pain as his split lip opened again.
What was he to do now? He obviously couldn't show his face around the Hyuuga compound…or anywhere the local teenagers hung out, he'd get his head chopped off by Neji and Kiba, maybe even Shikamaru…
A lot of the guys inside the class liked Hinata, did they not? They respected her, mostly because she wasn't a bitch or was an attention whore.
He shuddered at the thought of Shino Aburame, Chouji Akimichi, and Rock Lee…any of them coming after him.
Oh fuck, and then there was Gaara, Gaara, of whom had an elder sister who Hinata was rather friendly with.
Gaara wouldn't hesitate to knock him out easy.
But he had such a bad guilt complex, even so, and plus would it lighten the load if he apologized to the girl? They could form a truce?
Oh fuck who would want to make peace with a man after he'd called you some dirty names and claimed to have seen you partially naked!
He searched the medicine cabinets and took two aspirin, cupping his hands in the sink and drinking water from the tap to take them down.
Sasuke hissed as the water touched his lip, and screamed again.
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Hinata had decided to shower.
She had sort have been avoiding the bathroom on the whole, but this time she felt so dirty and sick, like she had to wash the whore off of her…
EVEN THOUGH SHE WASN'T ONE!
SHE WAS A VIRGIN!
She was…even if no one would believe her anymore.
Sigh.
Well…she was 18, wasn't she?
Yes.
She was old enough to have had intercourse, so it didn't even matter if she was labeled as a whore. Besides…she wasn't seeing any of those people anymore!
Except for Kiba and them…she'd be seeing them…
And maybe Gaara…Shino…Chouji…Rock Lee…
Sigh, again.
The shower was quick, and after washing her hair twice with shampoo and conditioner, working her whole bar of soap into a lather to coat her body, then rinsing, she stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel and into her room.
Hinata didn't bother brushing her hair, and would deal with the tangles tomorrow. She ran her towel through the locks, and then tied it up into a clip, her shorter strands such as her bangs escaping.
Then, as she began to dress…something came into her mind.
'She has the biggest…'
Hinata shuddered.
Were her breasts really…that large?
The young girl slowly turned around, black bikini panties on; to stare at herself in her vanity for the first time in what seemed like years.
She was such a virgin! She almost collapsed at the sight of herself being topless, and she quickly spun around, shrugging on a giant hoodie and leaving that at that.
Hinata was having that mirror taken out before her father returned.
It had been a long day, she concluded, and although it had most definitely turned out the way she'd hoped, at least it was over with.
Her bed was soft and warmed her cool, slick skin.
She drifted in and out of sleep, until her door opened.
"Neji, I'm trying to s-sleep…" she groaned, feeling the weight on her bed shift.
"I'm not Neji."
OH NO.
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Granted, Sasuke Uchiha wasn't one to apologize, he was still human—although it could be debated seeing as how cold-hearted and, quote unquote, stoic he was.
So, he decided to be formal and go to the Hyuuga mansion…leave her a note…and VOILA. Problem solved. They were still at the prom, so there was no confrontation necessary, and at least he'd have it off of his chest.
Maybe this was all the alcohol talking, and as he swayed towards the door, note clutched in hand, he prayed that it would end by morning.
The maid had answered, or at least one of them, and he asked (soberly) if she would deliver a note to Hinata Hyuuga.
Maybe the maid had misunderstood, but she had ushered him inside, and motioned up the stairs. He followed, being as out of it as he was, and stumbled up two flights of stairs, passed white walls, and tables with vases and long white lilies hanging out…and for some reason, the young man found this all so eerily familiar.
Where was she taking him?
"I think she might be asleep, but you may enter," and with that, the middle-aged woman left, shuffling down the hallway.
Out of pure curiosity, he peered inside.
And sucked in his breath.
Hinata was on the bed, her face turned to the right and towards the dresser…and those goddamn lamb figurines.
He growled, suddenly remembering where he was.
The fucking maid had taken him to her room.
He slipped off his tennis shoes, feeling like he shouldn't be trekking into her neat room with muddy shoes…
Sasuke should have taken them out earlier, but oh well.
Carefully, he strode into the room and rounded the bed…and something inside forced him to sit onto the bed.
He saw her eyelids flutter.
"Neji, I'm trying to sleep," she moaned, her bangs wet and sticking to her forehead.
He couldn't just…leave…especially after she'd noticed his presence.
But she'd called him Neji, thought he was her cousin…did that mean that Neji was here?
Goosebumps rose across his skin.
Think of something to say!
"I'm not Neji…" good…didn't even slur once.
Hinata bolted upright, their faces merely inches from each other.
Neither spoke, neither looked away, and neither glared.
Hinata studied the young man, he still smelled like alcohol, cigarettes and now blood, but he didn't…smell bad…
He smelled more like all of those things, with an overpowering scent of…rain?
His lip was split from Neji's punch, and his eye blackening. The young man looked exhausted, his cheekbones gaunt and his eyes listless. His mouth was pursed, and his bangs were wet from sweat and sticking to his neck and temples.
"Y-You're…a mess." She spoke first, and he closed his eyes.
"I know."
"Y-you're also an asshole…a-and…you're lucky I am not Sakura or Ino, b-because you would have a matching black eye."
She wasn't as timid as he thought.
"…I know…"
"So why?" She asked, now feeling braver without him watching her every move.
"I…don't know…" His eyes opened again, bloodshot against an obsidian black, "You…I was angry, because I thought that…you were making a fool of me. So I made a fool of you."
"H-how did I make a fool of y-you?" Hinata tried to make her voice gentle, tried to keep herself in line, but this boy was making no absolute sense.
"Ever since I saw you the other night, I couldn't stop thinking of you, you made me jumpy…" he studied her eyes, they weren't judging him or searching him, just hearing him out, "I…I don't know, damn, Hinata, but I just got angry and I just felt like…"
"I-It's al-alright Sasuke," she spoke solemnly, finally understanding what he meant to some degree, "I'm s-sorry for causing you so much…t-troubles, and I f-forgive you."
He nodded, his head spinning slightly.
Why she had actually forgiven him, he'll never know, maybe she was just accepting that he was an insane coldhearted fucker and she had better just get him off of her back.
"Thank-you," He murmured, his eyes closed because the bright light inside the room was making him dizzy.
Truthfully, Hinata was still angry, and embarrassed, but she appreciated that Sasuke had gone out of his way to come and apologize to her, and had the guts to approach her, mere hours after the scenario.
"Have you…are you…"
"I'm sober…partially, and no, I haven't done anything for the eye," He murmured, his eyes not opening, and he hunched slightly.
It seemed that only seconds later small hands were holding his face and applying a slick substance over his eyelid and arch.
"What…are you doing?" he asked, trying to sound agitated.
"It's to help with the swelling," she clarified, "keep your eyes closed."
"No problem," he spoke softly, so soft Hinata was surprised she heard the comment.
Of course, he found that excruciatingly hard, as he wanted to claw at his eye and wipe the substance off—it was cold.
The young man then felt the hands again, applying a soft piece of fabric over the eye, pressing it hard on the corner's, securing it.
He winced.
It hurt.
"What are you, some nurse in training?" He grumbled.
"Shush," she sighed, "I'm going to get some ice," the young girl said, and he heard her soft footsteps leave the room.
Sasuke was all alone.
And before he knew it, he had fallen asleep in Hinata's bed.
XXX
When dawn approached, Sasuke Uchiha woke up, a tangle of sheets, on Hinata's bed.
His head was throbbing, and he didn't want to get up, the pain was so immense…but somehow he stumbled out of the large four-poster bed, gripping the walls for security.
Sasuke had to leave this house, before Neji realized he was here…and killed him.
He figured the homicide would be swift and painless, knowing Neji and it would also be easy…and easy way to go, he concluded, so maybe it didn't matter if he got caught.
Around on the front section of the bed, Hinata lay on the floor, wrapped in a blanket.
She had slept on the floor instead of kicking him out of her bed…and he had been the one to insult her and embarrass her earlier…
What a shit he was.
Her hair had fallen out of its binding and was splayed across the white carpet, her head was lolling to one side, and he watched as her chest heaved and fell…
Hinata's chest…
How awful could you get?!
And she had forgiven him!
That sickened him and impressed him at the same time—if a girl had gone around bragging she had seen him naked and said his…southern friend was a foot long, he'd have killed her in the dead of night.
Get it…dead of night?
There was his sick humor again.
Head pounding, he sat on the ground and watched the young girl as she slept.
This was the first time he'd been able to talk to someone…well, he'd been able to talk to people, but with Hinata he hadn't been so angry or pessimistic.
He didn't believe that it was going to be good for his health. Sasuke had been too reclusive, too private for so long.
Maybe he should wake her up, tell her he was leaving and to have a nice life and enjoy the summer.
Sasuke pushed her with his foot.
"Hinata, wake up," shove, shove, "I'm leaving now," shove.
The young girl groaned and shifted, laying sideways so her back was to him.
He could see her panties.
Sasuke felt extremely hot, his jacket was too heavy and sticking to his skin.
"Hinata," he hissed, and shoved her with his hands this time, ignoring as the blanket revealed more and more of her bottom and the backs of her thighs.
She had been covered by her sheets before, so the young man hadn't taken much notice to what she was wearing, nor when she had left him alone on the bed.
They stood out greatly against her pale skin.
He shifted his position uncomfortably.
"Hinata!" he called out, still trying to whisper.
She turned again, this time facing him.
Her eyebrows furrowed above her closed lids.
"W-what is it Neji? I'm tired…"
Sasuke grumbled, now focusing on her chest which was cradled in a low-cut tank top…
Why did she sleep in practically nothing?!
"I'm not Neji, damnit, Hinata I'm leaving." The young man was growing flustered at the appearance of the half-naked girl in front of him.
"A-ah…alright…" her eyes opened leisurely, soft lavender against thick black lashes.
He stood up, ignoring the horrible sensation in his head. It made him want to bang it numerous times against Hinata's wall until it shattered.
"See ya," he swayed out of the doorway, and down the hallway.
"Ah, Sasuke," Hinata stood up and rushed over to where the young man was, completely forgetting that she wasn't wearing shorts.
"Be careful," she scolded, taking his arm and laying it across her shoulders. It was an odd position, seeing as the Uchiha was probably a good 5'11", lanky and was slouching.
"I'm perfectly capable of walking on my own," he growled, trying to snatch his hand away from her figure.
"Shh," she pressed a finger against her lips, glaring at him, "Neji's not awake yet…"
Sasuke's eyes widened but then fell again, half-lidded.
"Ah, right," he spoke, tightening his grip around her thin shoulders, "you're thin." He insinuated.
"You are too," She noted, walking him down the flight of stairs.
"Good point."
"Don't you eat?"
"When I'm hungry."
"Oh."
End of conversation.
At the doorway, Sasuke stumbled out into the cool summer morning, but didn't turn around to thank her.
"B-bye, Sasuke, be careful…"
She wondered how he was going to get home.
"Hinata…put on some pants and drive me, please." He answered, as if he had just read her thoughts.
"R-right…" she walked back inside.
…pants?
That's when she remembered that she was in her underwear.
Her face turned 10 shades of red, and 5 more yet to be named.
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NEWSFLASH!
Oh wow. Writer's block, OOC and MESSED UP much? Haha, I know, it was pretty disgraceful, but I had the plot written out and there were a few things I didn't agree with, and then went back and fixed it all up.
So I know that you were all like: okay, enough regular side-unimportant couples, SasuHina plz.
But it was all necessary—the next chapters will DEFINITELY have SasuHina fluff-ness…and if you're good, more.
The past couple of weeks have been hell—I've gotten sick twice, gotten stung by a bee and then had to go to the doctor's and I suffered extreme writer's block—yay!
This was a weird chapter, but I had to get all of the good SasuHina juices flowing, and NOW the plot begins…yay again!
So drop a review please, it's much appreciated, thanks for reading!
-p0g0