I'm going third person now guys, …...

Sasuke woke up, rubbing his throbbing head. He looked around, taking in his...bedroom? He tried opening the door,but found it was locked.

"That freaking Sabaku" He cursed, shouldering the locked door. He grunted and heaved, until finally on his 4th try the door made way and broke. The raven haired Uchiha straightened and pulled out his phone.

"Gaara, you have a lot of explaining to do"

Gaara woke up, wiping his hair out of his face. He heard a groan and turned to the side. Hinata was waking up, her eyes cracking open just a bit.

"morning gorgeous" He said, brushing the hair out of her eyes. Hinata yawned and sat up, seeming to forget there was only a sheet covering them. She blushed furiously and covered her breasts with her arms. Gaara chuckled,

"after what I have seen, I don't think you need to cover up" he sat up too, stretching, then stood up to go grab his clothes. Hinata looked away, her face now an adorable colour of crimson.

Gaara stood up, climbing into his discarded pants. He then just noticed the artwork surrounding him, splashes of coloured agony and love. It was beautiful. Techinically perfect, but full of emotion and inner turmoil. Hinata stood up beside him, watching his reaction.

"Hina...it's..." Gaara started, but was interrupted by Hinata.

"i know it's horrible, lots of people say im a horrible artist, so I don't need it from you" Her defenses were up, and plain acceptance was in her eyes. Gaara turned towards her, a storm in his emerald eyes.

"It's beautiful. Don't let anyone tell you less" His voice was firm, but their moment was interrupted by his phone. Gaara answered it.

"Hey Gaara here" His eyes widened and he smiled as an angry Uchiha spoke to him, he walked away muttering and mumbling things, trying to quell his rage.

Hinata walked away and put some clothes on. The door bell rang and she answered it.

"Oh my fucking gosh" A gravelly voice greeted her. Hinata stayed still, shock paralysing her. She shook her head with disbelief.

"Well? Hina-hime aren't you going to let me in?" Hidan said, his amethyst eyes glinting with amusement. His hair was still as silver as ever, his face chiseled and strong. He was bathed in black, coat, singlet, boots and his silver necklace that was so him. Hinata felt a hand on her back, and turned to see Gaara standing there, his eyes taking in the man before her.

"Gaara, this is Hidan" Hinata said, her voice deepened with resentment.

"Hidan is my husband"

SORRY GUYS FOR THE QUALITY OF MY WRITING, I KNOW IT SUCKS.