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She splashed her face with water.

He wasn't getting to her.

It rolled down her neck; dripped from her chin.

No. Not at all

"Good morning."

She jumped and quickly spun around.

"Tense," he mused, impassively entering the kitchen. He turned on the kettle.

Hinata cautiously drifted toward it. The odor of tea always managed to sooth her. She slowly simmered down from the hell and euphoria. "Un. You're not worried? At all?" she mentioned.

"About what?"

"This."

The single syllable had so much meaning.

Sasuke began to make his coffee. "If I wasn't apprehensive, would I going to these measures to please you?"

"But you're confident it's working."

He watched her.

"It's not working," Hinata murmured, looking away from him. "You're just taking measures to please me."

"I feel it's important that you communicate with your families before further pursuing this decision. You owe them in that respect."

Sasuke watched Hinata stiffen, and said nothing. Conveniently enough, he was exempt from the task.

Shizune noticed his indifference and disagreed.

"Me and Hinata-" he paused, and suddenly had Naruto and Sakura's undivided attention, because he never, ever hesitated. "-are thinking about getting divorced."

They were facing him on the training grounds that day. Sasuke watched their expressions slowly transform from surprise to shock, shock to confusion, confusion to sorrow, and from sorrow to...fury?

"What!" snapped Naruto with so much hostility it startled him. "Like hell you are!"

Sasuke unconsciously took a step back.

Sakura, too, looked outraged. She clenched her fists until her knuckles turned white. "If you and Hinata divorce, she'll get with Kiba," she growled.

"And we can't stand Kiba!"

Though he avidly agreed, Kiba indeed was an asshat, he still found their reactions rather exaggerative.

Naruto yanked out a tuft of his silky blonde hair. "Whose idea was this anyway?" He grimaced. "Who am I kidding? Of course it was Hinata's!"

The Uchiha twitched.

"Just give her what she wants, dammit!"

But he didn't know what she wanted. All the sex in the world couldn't seem to nullify her hate for him.

"Stop being such a bastard!" Naruto screeched, throwing a sandal at his head.

It was the Hyuuga's monthly family dinner, in all its monotony.

At the head of the table was Hyuuga Hiashi. Hinata had the seat at her father's immediate right, and Hanabi, the left. Sasuke was seated beside Hinata, and it seemed Hanabi too had brought a date. Udon was furiously wiping his nose on his sleeve as the others tried not to look at him. Beyond Udon, Neij and Ino ate in silence. Hinata's annoying manservant too had been invited, and sat at Sasuke's other side.

It was just before Udon could bravely ask Neji to pass the chitlins, that Hinata mentioned, "Me and Sasuke are thinking about getting divorced."

She then sipped her wine-disguised cranberry juice as though nothing had happened.

A full moment of silence passed in which Neji's jaw hung slack and Hanabi choked loudly on spinach.

"What!" Hiashi snapped.

Hinata froze mid-bite. "Ahm..."

"Who proposed this!"

"I-I did."

"Why?"

"Er." All eyes were on her. Sasuke too watched her, sipping his sake. "We've j-just – d-drifted apart," Hinata managed. She looked up, meeting her father's smoldering glare, then quickly looked back down, and reached feebly for her juice.

Her father snatched it away. "Dinner is over!" he growled.

Everyone braced themselves, expecting he would flip the table. Hiashi however simply began to gather all the plates and wineglasses and throw them into a messy pile in the center of the table. Sasuke scowled in annoyance as the man snatched his tomato. Hanabi seemed mostly amused.

"T-tousan..." Hinata pleaded.

"It's getting late," her father suddenly mentioned. "Stay the night." His tantrum simmered, and he peered at Hinata and Sasuke.

"But i-it's s-still early."

"Do not disgrace me again."

Hinata flushed.

"You will be sharing a room?"

She squirmed. "Um...yes, of course."

Sasuke raised his eyebrow.

"Good," said Hiashi. He then glared at the others with unadulterated despise. "You are all dismissed."

Neji, Ino, and Hanabi shuffled out of the room, one of who bravely threw the man a rude hand gesture. Udon sniffed and followed, tears and mucus pouring down his pallid face.

It was extremely awkward to bring Sasuke to her childhood bedroom. She had requested a guest room, but had been declined.

The carpet was white and fluffy, the bed was small – twin-sized, and the room was congested with a multitude of stuffed animals of various colors and sizes. Sasuke alternated between eying them and eying her. They couldn't both fit on the bed without touching somehow, and the stuffed animals were practically oogling them. It wasn't a sex-appropriate environment, but sex was what kept them stabilized.

...her father was a genius.

"Naruto and Sakura are concerned..." Sasuke mentioned, after a few moments of their awkward fidgeting.

"Oh..."

"About you leaving me for Kiba," he growled.

"W-what?" she stammered, baffled.

"So you're not denying it?"

"Y-you haven't giving me a c-chance-"

"I'll sleep on the floor."

Hinata twitched as Sasuke climbed off to bed and onto the ground. "This isn't about Kiba." When she received no response, she peeked down at him, nudging him with her foot. "What about you and Tenten?"

"I only like you."

It was such a dry, simple statement. He muttered it as though it was all the explanation that was necessary.

She stared at the ceiling for a few moments, idly listening to his quiet draws. "Come back to bed," she mumbled. After another moment, she complained, "Don't make me come to you. Sasu...? I hate sleeping on the floor." She began to contemplate and execrate the concept.

Then she inhaled, wholly relieved when she heard him finally get up. She groaned as he climbed on top of her. "Sasuke...mmm...the stuffed animals..."