It's not really very impressive... but it's better than more math. Which I have an overabundance of, I assure you. I really shouldn't be surprised, I am a math major. We're still not sure why. Disclaimers apply, though they oughtn't need to by now, I don't own Naruto, no one else owns this. Who'd steal this?
Theme 10 (#10): Idle Thought
It was the tenth meeting he'd seen fit to come to. Not that she'd been counting or anything weird like that. Well she might have been, one never knew what kind of information Tsunade found useful. And Tsunade found some of the oddest things useful, but she was usually right, so who was Hinata to question her? Hinata was just a secretary. And he… well he was just a very important shareholder.
Was the Devil allowed to wear Armani?
Of course, she couldn't be sure he was wearing Armani, that would imply she'd been paying more attention to his exceedingly well cut suit, and not to the power point presentation she'd sat through nine times already, making sure her boss sounded like she knew what she was doing, and actually cared about it.
Hinata figured she was justified in tuning out for a minute or so. She was supposed to be noting how the other men and women in the board room were reacting to the information, but they all had that politely interested but not particularly involved mask down as well as she did. And their salary didn't depend on being seen as some easily bought chippie with no idea what the word discretion meant. And 'politely interested but not particularly involved' is exactly what she would tell Tsunade after the meeting, preferably during lunch.
If she had had any inclination of bonding with her boss, commenting on Uchiha Sasuke's sense of fashion would be one approach. Tsunade didn't keep herself looking twenty five for perverted old lechers. However Tsunade was firmly of the opinion that, despite the blonde, blue eyed trophy wife he kept at home, Uchiha Sasuke was completely gay. Probably for the pool boy. Hinata did agree that he certainly looked like a chronic case of 'kiss the dog, pet the wife', if only because he still exuded 'untouchable bachelor'. There had been a great deal of speculation regarding his sudden agreement to holy matrimony, of all things, in the middle of debutante season. But those would be uncharitable thoughts, and she really shouldn't be thinking them when his very bored gaze met her very blank guarded one. That passed, and she knew that had she been someone else, she might have wondered how far she'd go to become the sole focus of those depthless black eyes.
Maybe in another world.