Wow, would you look at that - I updated in under a week! Yay for inspiration! (Even though it deprived me of so much sleep I'm only semi-conscious)
It's Sasuke's PoV, enjoy!
He hated Kakashi. The man was never around,especially not in the mornings, when despite Sakura's medicine, he invariably emptied his stomach as the first sign of light. He'd taken to sleeping with his head under the pillow to avoid waking at dawn with a heaving stomach. Cursing silently at the bathroom's tiled floor, he lurched to his feet, rubbing at his aching knees. It was ridiculous. He was a shinobi, he should be used to pain by now, after years of fighting and wounds, yet he was reduced almost to tears every morning by Kakashi's shiny tiled floor. It just wasn't fair!
He slipped into the kitchen to grab a snack, something small enough to stay down, and to take his medicine. Then he wobbled blearily to the shower to clean off and plan the day. He was used to switching between forms now – he'd been practicing for the last two days, and he'd managed to perform and shed the jutsu several times in town, without anyone noticing. Of course, it helped that Konoha had lots of little alleys and steps up to the rooftops. He'd even managed to walk right past some of his fan-club, and not one of them had recognized him in his female form. There was the slight problem of getting a male fan-club at this rate though, since he seemed to turn heads wherever he went. Stupid, stupid Uchiha genetics, they had blighted his whole life.
Now though, he hoped he could put them to good use. He was looking for a wife now, and he was going to need every bit of inherited genius to win over his target – the Hyuugas. He'd thought about it carefully, and decided that Hinata was the best bride available. First he'd thought of Tenten, with no clan politics, an open mind, and brilliant weapon skills. But if she really did prefer girls, and Naruto had already laid claim to her, he wasn't going to go to the trouble of beating up the Dobe every day until the wedding, or run the risk that she might just not be interested. He'd thought of Ino and Sakura, but not only had they both been horribly obsessive about him, they were both over him now, and he really didn't want to change that. Plus Sakura knew about his pregnancy, and would no doubt not be keen to get involved.
That left Temari, who was too old and too foreign, and Hinata, who was a little weak but...well for a start, she was head of a powerful family. Her bloodline limit could be sealed, and once she was married the clan would fall to her sister, whom he had heard was far more suitable for the task. On top of that, she was well proportioned, meek, and disposed to like people, and that would be very important if she was to bring up Kakashi's child along with their own. He thought her father would approve, since he was rich and strong, and since it would mean Hanabi could become clan leader. The only difficulty would be that of consealing his pregnancy from those eyes. It would be fine though, as long as he didn't give any of them reason to look at him with the byakugan. And he didn't plan to give them any reason.
Sasuke opened his eyes and looked at his wrinkled fingers. He'd spent too long thinking, he needed to get ready. Everything had to be done just right.
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"So, you have something to discuss with me?" Hiashi's voice is cold, cultured, perfectly sharp. It reminds him of his brother's, the smoothness like the metal of a sharpened blade, and makes his hair stand on end. But he can't let Itachi spoil things for him again, he's not going to be dissuaded. "Yes, sir. I am here to make a formal request to be allowed to court your eldest daughter." The Hyuuga raised his brows slightly. "With what intentions?"
"I intend to marry her." He got no response from the Hyuuga leader, save a slightly expectant silence. "It...It has long been my desire to revive my clan. I know my record is by no means clean, but I wish to atone for all I've done wrong, and to be of value to Konoha. Hinata is the perfect wife for me – of equal rank and breeding, strong but gentle, and a loyal kunoichi of Konoha." He let warmth seep into his voice, soft and sincere. "I have known her since we were at the academy together, and I am sure there is nobody better suited to raising a new clan with wisdom and clarity."
Hiashi just looked at him, calm and unreadable as ever. It occurred to him that if the trait were heritable, his children would be the most inscrutable ever, the mix of Hyuuga and Uchiha genes making it impossible to tell if they had done something naughty. Still, it was far too early to tell what the future might hold, and so far he didn't appear to have made much of an impression with the Hyuuga head. He was about to continue in his reasoning, when he was interrupted. "So, Uchiha, why not one of your old...devotees? I would imagine you have a range of eager potential brides, to chose from, even considering your...history."
"There are, indeed, willing girls around the village, but they are simply enamored of my looks. I do not believe any of them have the refinement or ability to raise a whole clan of capable ninjas, nor to satisfy my need for intelligent company. Your daughter, however, has all the qualities necessary and more. I think she could make me very happy, and I hope I could do the same for her." He thought the man's stony face softened slightly, some slight unclenching of muscles round the eyes making him look less severe. "You do understand that we will seal her abilities, so they cannot be inherited – we are not willing to experiment with fusing the byakugan and the sharingan, powerful as the combination could be. Nor will she continue to hold the position of heir, that will pass to her younger sister."
"Yes, and I am content with those conditions. She will, however, be the matriarch of the Uchiha clan, and I am sure her bloodline will help her in raising and training our children." He could feel the tension starting to break. With any luck, Hiashi would make a decision in his favor...he'd said all the right things, in all the right ways. Now all he could do was wait and see whether it had been enough. "Very well. You have my permission to court my eldest daughter, Hinata. However, I will not force her into marriage if she is unwilling, so court her well. You will receive an invitation to dinner shortly. Good day."
Sasuke bowed and walked out slowly, carefully controlling his step so as to avoid the swinging motion his female hips tended to make. Dinner. He'd have to get some more formal clothing made – he'd outgrown all his six-year old self's kimonos, and he didn't want to be seen in the trash Orochimaru had forced him to wear. It was going to be difficult, he knew, to win over the whole clan, and even harder to win Hinata's heart. She probably still had that ridiculous crush on Naruto. But he was a genius, and an Uchiha, so he would manage it by whatever means necessary.
Finally, he got back to the Uchiha district, and released his henge with a sigh. He needed to practice using less chakra to hold the jutsu if he was going for dinner, with his energy so low. At the moment he could last two hours or so, but he'd need to last longer than that, and he wasn't prepared to risk losing the baby. After all, he was only going to all this trouble for the sake of the little one inside him. He rubbed his belly and smiled. Hinata really would be a good mother for the child, if he could catch her. He couldn't wait to tell Kakashi.
Oh dear. I feel slightly evil...poor misguided Sasuke. Don't worry though, this is a KakaSasu fic, and it's gonna stay that way! So please don't hate me too much. Up next - Kakashi hears the news!