Hey all. Yeah. I'm back with this (seemingly) massive chapter (in comparison to my others). Sorry about the time. School sucks but is (unfortunately) necessary. Okay, one quick comment about a concern many of you had. I write crack stories at the end of all my chapters. What happens in these stories do not happen within the timeline of my chapter. They are purely straight out of my imagination to let off some random thoughs and/or creepiness. Same rules apply: PM/Comment with questions/concerns/words of wisdom. Pretty much anything is accepted.
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Hinata sighed as she slowly pulled the sharp vegetable knife from the knife block with one hand, the other holding a few vegetables. Three weeks: that was how long she had been here, and yet, it felt like it had been over a year.
When she had signed up at her agency she had thought that she had been escaping the expectations she was forced to live up to while at home. The expectations of her father, whom after he had found her lack in skill in Business, had hoped to marry her off to the first suitable man he found, regardless of age.
Yes, while arranged marriages were no longer socially acceptable, it didn't mean that it didn't occur – particularly among the affluent. Decades of women's rights activist's hard work down the drain just because Hinata didn't really enjoy calculating profits and didn't care about consumer statistics.
He knife dully fell into the orange carrot and with a sharp crack the top of the carrot was cleanly sliced off.
As her father increasingly became aware of how much she lacked at being the savvy businesswoman he had dreams of her being, he switched over to her younger sister, changing her mathematics and economics classes over to etiquette and cooking classes, which she enjoyed more.
She was blissfully unaware of her destined fate, as her cousin would put it, as a housewife to a man who was possibly more than twice her age. Which could explain how, when an elite private school expressed interest in her, her father had jumped at the chance. The school's impeccable scores on major, government-standardized tests and formidable awards ranging from nationally-recognized origami group to ten-year undefeated Badminton team only helped persuade her father to accept. It was there that she learned the basics of how to be a spy, and there that she finally put to use the special eye trait passed down by her family.
Hinata began tediously cutting the carrot into cube shaped slivers, dividing it into half, then half again, and then once more.
It was once said that they were descendants of a powerful ninja clan whose eye qualities were almost equal to that of Superman's. They could see through walls and, while they unfortunately could not zap anything with their eyes, they could pin-point items and people from long distances with frightening accuracy as well as block of chakra points.
Now that outside blood had diluted the Hyuuga blood and weakened its potency, the only thing abnormal about her eyes were the ability to notice tiny details, such as fine print on a contract, or, in Hinata's case, small details in a scene and never once had she seen a family member with glasses or contacts in any form.
This special eye characteristic was what originally caught the attention of the private school, however, Hyuugas were notoriously unemotional. One would think that their astounding apathy towards everything and everyone, save for business, would makes them amazing spies. However, their apathy was what made them exactly not right for the job. As an agency, they need to be able to instill loyalty within their units and ultimately, were afraid that not only would they not be able to accomplish that, but also that the Hyuugas they did train would turn into mercenaries – extremely powerful mercenaries. So the agencies waited for a Hyuuga to be born who seem to, in simpler terms, have a soul. That soul was Hinata and, apparently, Neji.
The agency quickly drew up a letter of acceptance into its private school once the head found her, effectively saving Hinata from an arranged marriage and a life of housewifery.
Her chops with her knife became louder, more violent.
However, Hinata did not realized that the current assignment she was on would require her to be just that. To stay at home all day, cooking and cleaning, was not one of her top ten favorite pass times, no matter how much she enjoyed cooking. It was all just so, to put it mildly, boring. She was a spy, for god's sake! She knew how to disarm and kill a man in thirty seconds using only a rubber band and a small plastic plant!
Hinata looked down, eyes wide in disbelief at her thoughts. She felt, ungrateful, traitorous, even. How could she not? She just questioned the orders given to her by her temporary superior and regular superior! Hinata deeply breathed in and out closing her eyes to entirely devote her focus inward.
She was slightly panicked by her thoughts. What if Sasuke had know what she was thinking? Would he have told the uppers?
That was another point of annoyance. Sasuke: what was wrong with that man? Every day he would wake up, stretch, train a little – just to warm up his muscles, he told her once – and then leave, returning late at night. She knew they had moved here to help take down the criminal group here, but he could at least include her in it! Plus it didn't help that every time she tried to do something nice for him, he'd scoff or smirk at her, as if he knew something she didn't. Especially that one night when she had accidentally over estimated the space between her and Sasuke, accidentally allowing herself the opportunity to smell him, which he immediately knew.
Controlling each breath, she gradually opened her eyes, only to close them again, this time out of weariness. Her carrot, which no longer resembled its name, now looked better suited to be in a cup with some trendy logo on it to be sipped up, not for the meal she was trying to make. She efficiently washed off the mess before trotting over to the refrigerator to get another.
Sasuke was in training. Or at least, that's what the criminal organization he was currently working for told him. Training – he scoffed at the word. He perpetually beat the living snot out of these "training" partners and yet they still refer to what he did as training.
Today they, the upper henchmen, told the recruits that today was something special. Today they would get to see what field work. Each recruit was to work alone and were given a special package which, if they should loose it in any way, they would be severely punished and sent back to the beginning of the training hierarchy. There were ten recruits, larger than most years, so as compensation they divided the teams up into two groups. The goal of this was to steal the other people's packages in your group and get to the check point without loosing any of the packages. There were five other people trying to steal his package from him, though at this point in his career, he had seen worse odds.
He was currently perched next to some rather gothic looking statues, scanning for fellow trainees in his group ripe for the picking.
The package as a whole was a curious thing. It was small and compact with seemingly smaller items inside, if the rattling coming from within was any indication of what was happening beneath the dark cream colored paper. He had tucked the box into his inner-coat pocket to dampen the noise.
He scoffed at the ridiculous exercise once again. It was just the stupid training academy all over again. He was ninety-five percent positive that once he reached the check point he would have to open a box and decipher the hidden code they had created 'just for him'. He had already been through this exercise and pretending that he was just natural and that he was learning it for the first time was getting tiresome quickly.
The questions around here came quickly. Good thing he was quick at lying as well, or else he would have been in deep shit. It probably also helped to have a fan club filled with whores in it to help him in keeping his secrets, not that they were aware of what they were doing.
Why was he so good at fighting?
Shut up Shunsuke, you're just a pathetic fighter in comparison to Sadao-kun.
Why did he have such amazing reflexes?
Because Sadao-kun is the best, unlike some men I see around here.
How was he able to decipher my codes so fast? There's something unnatural here…
Sadao-kun is just a genius, Hiro! Or maybe you're just incompetent at creating codes!
It didn't even matter to them that he had a "loving wife, Hitomi, at home whom he (apparently) loved dearly."
In this city there were hardly any female spies worth noting, and while at first he thought Hinata would have no problem fitting in, however, it was clear after the first day Hinata would more than likely stand out and bring attention not only to herself, but to him as well. And like hell was he going to get found out within two months of arriving here.
Spotting one of the group members running through the adjacent park's dense tree line, he swiftly climbed down from his perch, silently moving along side the recruit. He needed their package as he had only managed to secure two so far: his own and one unfortunate man's who was going to have one hell of a headache when he finally woke up in his comfy dumpster. The recruit stopped. When Sasuke saw who it was, he almost cracked a smile his smirk was so big. Mina, the leader of the Sadao Fanclub, was currently right under his nose. This wouldn't be hard at all.
Slowly he stepped into the small clearing, eyes locked on the girl whose back was currently turned to him. Purposely stepping on a stick, Mina turned quickly around, her instincts telling her to move into a defensive position. "S-Sadao-kun," she breathed, her tone quite obviously one of delight before remembering her purpose. "I won't let you have this package!" Eyes still locked on her he slowly stalked toward her. Her eyes began widening as she slowly began backing away. "Wh-what are you doing, Sadao-kun?" He stayed silent as he continued to approach her. Her chest heaved, whether it was from the now slightly close proximity between their two bodies or the energy she had used to run as far and fast as she could from her last fight, she wasn't sure. The side of Sasuke's mouth slightly curved upward: her eyes were now frantically looking around as she steadily backed away from him, unaware of her current predicament.
Her back hit the rough bark of the slightly large tree hard just a few seconds before Sasuke grabbed both of her hands, one of which was reaching into her pockets for a weapon, and pinned them above her head. The bark was abrasive: the small groves began digging into her skin leaving imprints and perhaps tomorrow bruises. Sasuke slowly lowered his head towards her ear, pushing their bodies flush together. "Mina," he whispered in her ear, his lips lightly dancing over her sensitive ear, "Mina, I need your help."
She breathed out, her limbs gone limp; Sasuke knew he had her. "Yes, Sadao-kun?" She was breathing heavily now, her chest being constrained against Sasuke's, and feeling his well muscled torso against her own torso adding to the problem.
"I need your package, Mina," His voice reverberated against her body as his lips continued their dance along her ear, ever so often moving away from that area and dropping down to her neck, slowly – almost excruciatingly slowly – tracing her neckline back up to her ear, each breath gently cascading down upon her sensitive skin. She was beyond speech at this point, making a noise somewhere between a sigh and a moan she felt his hand move up the side of her left leg and delve into the front pocket of her pants, grasping the tiny white box she had been presented with at the beginning of this exercise. And the sad thing was she couldn't even register why Sadao-kun taking her white box was a bad thing.
Two breaths later, Mina's beloved Sadao-kun had disappeared and she was left with was slightly burning skin and longing.
To say that Hinata was startled when the door suddenly flung open would be an understatement. When she first heard the ear-damaging noise not only did she grab three of her kitchen knives in her left hand but she also flipped out her two unnecessarily long and sharp chopstick hairpieces with her other hand.
When she found out that it was Sasuke, due to the overwhelming amount of angst that seems to permeate from his deathly angst aura that always seems to surround him, she became bored. It was just…him after all. Once she got over his extreme rudeness followed by his extreme bluntness, he was just another angsty man who only spoke in grunts and the occasional one syllable word, though that didn't stop her from stuttering around him.
"S-Sadao-kun, would you l-like your dinner?" A hum responded to her. She sighed; it was always the same with him. He followed his strict schedule of what to do, never thinking what would happen if perhaps he could vary in it just once. Wake up early, train, go to whatever it was he was doing, come home, eat dinner, get clean, read, go to bed, repeat.
Hinata bent down to set his dinner down, perhaps once again misjudging his closeness from the table as she could smell him. She frowned lightly; the scent was not the same as always. Sure there was the sweat, dirt, coupled with disinfectant, blood and a hint of detergent from his clothing, but tonight unlike the other night when she smell him the first time there was a sixth smell. It was a familiar smell, light and sweet smelling, however she couldn't put a name to it.
She pulled away; she was already sure he had figured out what she was doing as she had been setting his food down longer than normal. Taking a quick glance at his features, she was surprised to see his lack of recognition which normally would appear on his features when he believed her to be well, fan-girl-ing over him. Poor Sasuke, he must have been tired. She briefly fancied the thought that perhaps she too would be as tired as that if she were allowed to help this mission in some way, but pushed it as far away as she could as soon as came to her.
Setting her own food down, she plopped herself down into her chair, picked up her chopstick, mumbled a quick pre-dining phrase and dug in. It wasn't until the food was in her mouth, chopsticks extracted that she finally put a name to that curious smell from earlier. She paused mid-chew.
It was perfume; the smell was a woman's perfume.
He almost always thought Hinata smelled nice; he had once gotten a whiff of her as he accompanied her around town one evening. She said she wanted to go out, see what it was like out there, however, how was she to know that this night was the night that a mass homicide was going to take place just five blocks away? Obviously he had to go with her so she didn't die and he didn't have to, first of all, fake grief, and secondly deal with the tidal wave of fan-girls who would come once they knew he was single. She smelled fresh and clean, with a slight hint of floral though it was never the artificial smells of floral which came from perfume. He supposed it had something to do with the plants she made him buy when they first arrived.
Hinata smelled like his mother.
Sasuke never liked it when he came home after she was done training. Then she still hinted of her same smell, the one he liked, but more overpowering was the smell of training: sweat and blood. He didn't like those smells together at all. Those too reminded him of his mother, the only difference being that the first one was what his mother smelled like all the time and the second one being what his mother smelled like after she died.
This is a crack story. This is not a part of the real story. I would like to title this one 'In Which the Reader Finds Out Why Sasuke Really Wished to Murder his Brother in Cold Blood'.
(I suggest you read this crack story in a pompous British accent because that's what kind of accent I wrote it in. If you don't know what a pompous British Accent sounds like, just think Narrator from The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy Movie or the character Chase from the TV show House M.D., even though he is Australian)
Sasuke had never stayed this late before. Normally he'd stay to about 12:30 in the morning and leave, it was a rather early time to leave a party, but it was around 12:50 when all the girls would come in. He had never stayed later than that.
He had heard stories about that time in the night; horrible, terrifying stories that would leave even the most apathetic emo scarred and emotional. 12:30 was the time when they would rule. "They" were everywhere, he had heard, and had been bred since to be this way since they were thirteen year old girls.
15 minutes was all it took to get home from his usual haunting, 15 minutes. He was very careful on leaving at the correct time in order to avoid these girls. However, one night he stayed until 12:45 on accident.
He had been chatting with a very wonderful girl, rather shy, but wonderful none-the-less when he happened to glance down at his watch which unwaveringly told him the time was 12:44. Unbelievingly he stared at the watch in hopes that perhaps the numbers would reduce rather than its normal way of advancing. It did not. As the clock around his wrist click into the 12:45 position he knew he had to leave immediately. Bidding the young woman adieu, but not before getting her number, he left the club. Five minutes: that was all Sasuke had to get home.
Now, I could tell you that Sasuke got home just find, his mind still as fresh as clean laundry on a summer's day. But, you see, I respect you as a reader and cannot tell you a lie when you have done nothing to merit such an act from me.
At 12:50 precisely, Sasuke met a cat. It was a rather beauteous cat with mostly gray fur and symmetrical darker gray markings along its body and its face.
The cat looked at him.
Sasuke looked back at the cat.
The cat blinked at him.
Sasuke blinked back at the cat.
The cat mewed to him.
Sasuke mew – no wait that's not right – Sasuke spoke back to the cat.
Finally realizing he had just passed the cat test of approval, Sasuke slowly advanced upon the creature, hand held out to pet him. Suddenly a blur advanced out of the shadows, tackling the poor creature with a squeal of "KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTYYYYYYYYYYYYY!" or for those who do not speak squeal, 'Kitty'.
Twitching in horror, Sasuke slowly backed away from the cat and creature (which oddly resembled a female youth) lest he become the next target.
Continuing on his (epic) journey, Sasuke next came upon two girls sharing a book together and laughing. I don't know what Naruto was talking about, thought Sasuke, there is nothing shady happening at about now. Actually, aside from that bit with the cat and young girl, 12:51 in the morning is a rather relaxing time.
Sasuke walked behind the girls with a little, though unnoticeable to the untrained eye, extra bounce in his step. Curious to see what this book contained that was so funny, Sasuke glance at the pages, which, also curiously enough, caused him to stop dead in his tracks.
The book was nothing fancy, just a smallish published book with a light lavender cover on it sold by a dashingly dark young man in the shadier district of town. However, as our mother's often tell us, you should judge a book by its cover. The fact of the matter, aka the book, was this: the book's innards were what some would say as a yaoi fan-girls dream. There were pictures, and lots of them. Actually, the pictures themselves were not bad. They were (hardly) any nude pictures and when there were they were only the subject by himself and not with anyone else.
But that is not why Sasuke stopped. Nor was the reason why he stopped because he was secretly gay and got turned on by the partially nude/all nude/not nude at all photos. The reason he stopped was because of the subject of these photos, aka him.
Ripping the book out of the girls' hands, he buried his face into the book, flipping through the pages like a mad-man and seeing the damage done. Sasuke Sleeping cried one chapter while another shouted Sasuke Showering. A third yelled Sasuke and Friend Together and a forth was Sasuke in General. All of these were quite terrifying (especially the one where he invited Naruto over for a Sleepover once and ended up being cuddled by the loudmouth blond who has henceforth been banned from his house at night), though one single picture took the cake.
It would seem that this particular book offered a special spot to the fans, a place for fans to submit fan art of their favorite subject, him. After flipping open to this section and glancing down, Sasuke immediately fell upon the ground, convulsing with disgust and outrage. There, on the ground, lay two pictures: one of himself seducing well, himself and the other of him forced against a wall being licked by his older brother.
While Sasuke was not stable in the first place, saying Sasuke was now unstable would be a very large improvement upon his condition as of the immediate moment. Sasuke was now comatose, laying not only in a hospital bed, but due to the amount of damage to his clothing and the amount of missing clothing from the two girls (once they recognized just who it was who was lying comatose in the streets next to their very feet), laying in a hospital bed in a hostpital gown with no underwear on and a backwards opening hospital gown.
Itachi, being the benevolent brother that he is, demanded that he be allowed to see his younger brother in his "desperate and perhaps last times" with his camera so that he may "forever capture his youth". And so, with tear in eye, the nurses let him in, commending Itachi for his kind, caring disposition towards his younger sibling.
However, with the door shut, Itachi pulled off his camera lens, flipped Sasuke over and smiled evilly. "Pathetic brother, you should have listened to Naruto." And proceeded to snap multiple pictures of Sasuke in very, very disturbing poses.
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