So… here we are. I am making two posts under this story today and one more under another story I am currently doing called, "Open Field". I thought it was a cute idea. Please enjoy the hangover chapter.

Summary: In everyone's eyes, Hinata has remained the same, even after so many years have gone by. She's still the same innocent, gentle, caring young woman. Even when the news of Naruto and Sakura hitting it off, the village felt incredibly sorry for the girl who had been in love for so long. But to Hinata, that was just what she had wanted everyone to see. Deep down, concealed behind her mask, Hinata is a completely different person. And only one person has been able to see behind the lies… and now he's more than determined to reveal the truth.

Pairing: Sasuke and Hinata

Rating: M to be safe

Disclaimer: I do not own anything

With Eyes That See the Bigger Picture

Episode 07

The radio was humming something about the weather the next day. It was raining. Hinata sat upright to a fresh migraine only to collapse back into the bed and cover the blanket over her head. Cover the cream blanket over her head. She bolted back up.

No way. Not again.

She glanced around to find herself in the familiar bedroom surrounded by familiar bed sheet embedded with familiar scent. What she wasn't expecting was the familiar voice croaking to her jolts. "Mph…stop moving and go back e'nm schlmp-eep."

Hinata froze. She peeked under the blanket after a moment had passed to check her assumptions.

Damn it.

Not only was she still stark naked, a muscular pale hand had been enclosed around her stomach belonging to the second naked body that lay next to her. The person had fallen asleep on his stomach. His face was embraced into the pillow having random strands of hair stick out here and there. His shoulders were covered in faint pink scratches that looked painful to the touch. And everything below that… well, he was naked after all. Hinata reached over to brush away the strands lightly. Her actions didn't seem to be appreciated as Sasuke rolled over to top her with his signature scowl visible.

"Why aren't you asleep? It's six-in-the-freakin'-morning." He mumbled with annoyance.

Hinata stared back blushing at his bare chest. Why are you so embarrassed if the two of you did it last night? Shouldn't you be used to this sight?

Flushing up to her ears, Hinata spun around so that now she lay on her stomach, avoiding Sasuke's gaze from above. Weren't you the one who insisted to not avoid your "inner desires"?

Sasuke smiled gently at her and bent to kiss her own bruised back. "I bet we match," he chuckled against the skin.

Hinata buried her face deeper into the pillow as her entire body quivered from the touch. Her shoulders rose up slightly as she tried to scurry away from his lips. She suddenly felt his fingertips hold her at waist as a sharp pain unexpectedly arose. Hinata nearly jumped causing Sasuke to quickly let go. He glanced down at her, spotting the fresh marks that he realized must have been caused by him last night from having constantly crushing her with his own hands. Another small smile appeared, "Sorry about that. Guess I sort of forgot how rough I was with you."

When he got no response, Sasuke pressed himself a little closer. He brushed aside the hair to reveal her neck, leaning in to caress it with small pecks. "Did you enjoy it?"

A quick grunt was his reply.

Sasuke laughed softly at her neck, "Is that a yes or a no?"

Hinata turned her head to the side as she stared ahead towards the window. The kisses ceased. To her surprise, he just collapsed back on top of her and slid to the side, his arm carefully back on her waist. She could feel his even breaths on her shoulder. She turned her head to the other side to notice that he was still staring at her but with a leering smile now.

Leaning forward, Sasuke battled a pair of very stubborn hands before finally reaching her lips. While Hinata was too distracted, his hand slowly found its way in between her thighs to stroke. Her breaths hitched instantly. It felt… sticky.

"Well, I enjoyed last night."

Hinata frowned a bit at the situation before focusing her thoughts completely, trying hard to ignore the needy hand that was massaging her, "S-since when are you so open about your opinions? What happened to your usual stoic personality?"

Sasuke's hand slid a bit north, "I'm always open when I'm around people. I'm a very social person. You should try it too sometime. You can really get to know someone that way." He glanced at the body next to his teasingly, "How about we get more social in the shower?"

Hinata rolled her eyes. The pain in her head hadn't gone away thus her mood would only get fouled with each passing minute. The aches from her previous night's "fun" weren't helping any either. Sasuke had now lay to rest back on his stomach as his face returned to the pillow. Hinata gazed at his back once more. She had definitely done a number on his shoulders. Her fingers began to trace circles at the scratches idly finding it amusing how he winced every now and then.

"P-mvu-py!"

A goofy smile plastered across her face, "Hm? Does that hurt?"

Sasuke glanced through the fabric with his usual scowl. Reaching over, he squeezed gently at her hips, exposing a sharp gasp. His own goofy smile also appeared too, "I don't know, you tell me."

Hinata returned back to face the window, frowning. There were a few scurries from behind before he too made himself comfortable again and began to doze off. Light breaths followed as Sasuke returned slowly to his sleep.

That was this morning.

Now she had been standing in front of her door, having trouble unlocking the contraption. The rain was pouring madly outside as her headache increased. Hinata had left Sasuke's house merely three hours ago and went on a stroll to a local café. After her usually dosage of caffeine, she was now stumbling inside the house. Maybe you should have left a note or something..?

Hinata scowled at her reflection in the mirror. Not only was she tired from having to wake up so early, being quite sore from previous night's activities did not help any either. She was surprised at her own stamina but was more overwhelmed by Sasuke's to even notice hers much.

Sasuke was though… without disputable reasons, not only easy on the eyes but quite satisfying as a partner in bed. She wasn't even going to argue with his fine "skill" at making a woman feel amazing afterwards (even if it was a pain to lose her virginity, especially in such an aggressive manner as his), much less his technique of driving her crazy.

She made her way to her bed. I wonder how many women he's had in bed before achieving such a reputation.

She then shook her head relentlessly and stirred in her sheets. Whatever. What do I care? Her other counterpart remained silent hence forth without any argument as she dozed off to sleep.

It wasn't until later towards the noon that she was awakened by the nuisance of her phone. Hinata lazily slid off the bed and nearly crawled over the night stand to pick it up. Her muscles ached terribly but her heart suddenly ceased to function as the voice over the other line had registered in her ear. "Hinata," the chill ran through her spine, "Good afternoon, Hinata."

"G-good afternoon… father."

"I called you home phone several times with no answer," he then ended his statement abruptly waiting for Hinata's answer.

"I do have a life outside my house, father," she tried her best not to sound as if she was vomiting on the words between clenched teeth, "I was out buying groceries and other various shopping's."

There was a momentary pause on the other line, "I see." Another pause. "You haven't forgotten our rule, yes? We're expecting you this Saturday."

Hinata suddenly cursed inside. "This Saturday? Father really, that's only in a couple of days… and I only recently arrived. A few friends decided to take me out to the beach to rest up that Saturday. Why don't I come by the following two instead?"

Hinata could practically feel the menacing frown from her father yet he mustered enough strength not to show his frustration, "Alright, well argued. I'm convinced. We shall see you next Saturday and the one after; do not forget."

"I won't, father. Have a good day then."

There was no reply on the other line. Hinata placed the phone back slowly. One crisis just piled up onto the next. Now she was obliged to come to the gathering, otherwise she wouldn't hear the end of it from her father (who always managed to keep up with everything current in town as if he was a bustling gossip market lady.) Hinata returned to her bed to continue her afternoon nap. She would have to call in with Sakura sometime later that day. Rain began to pour down from the sky outside.

Sasuke's hand hit the sheets next to him emptily. Automatically, he bolted upwards to find that the space had been unoccupied for quite some time now. He glanced around the room. There was no "romantic" smell of coffee from the kitchen or the humorous clichéd moment of finding her still dressing into her clothes. There was nothing. She had woken up early and left his apartment. That was it. Sasuke returned to his pillow and stared at the ceiling above. Perhaps he had scared her off with his sudden confession..?

A dull ring of the phone resonated among the walls. Sasuke peeked at the phone which stood by the digital clock; 13:07. He reached over the night stand to pick it up. "Hello…" he mumbled.

"H-hey, Sasuke." A nervous voice shook through the other end, "Are you awake yet?"

Sakura, he thought inwardly, "Yeah. What's up?"

"Um, well…" she stuttered madly, "H-Hinata just called in to reserve her place at our gathering… and you were two were the only ones who needed to check in. So then… do you also plan to tag along with us this Saturday?"

Sasuke's eyebrows furrowed a little. "Y-yeah. I guess so, if everyone else will be there…"

"G-great!" enthusiasm present, "I shall tell Naruto to confirm the reservation. I'll send you the directions later today. See you then."

"Alright. Bye." The phone met the receiver abruptly. Sitting back up, Sasuke searched for his pants. So she's planning to come along as well. Small droplets skidded down his window slowly.

Kind of short, I know. But there really wasn't much exciting things happening in this chapter. I guess it's like a hangover chapter. Right after the exciting chapter 6, chapter 7 dulls with a maddening headache… :/