Chapter 13: Realize and Determine
"Courage doesn't always roar, sometimes it's the quiet voice at the end of the day whispering 'I will try again tomorrow"― Mary Anne Radmacher
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Naruto blew out a little air before lightly knocking on the bedroom door. He was nervous; the brooding dark-haired CEO could flip out on him when he opened the door. He had gotten many hits to the head to know that when Sasuke was pissed, to stay the hell away and go out like Shikamaru and Neji had. But by hearing the raging path his best friend took, he knew that he would have to man up and check on him. That was one of the downfalls of being best friends with a sadistic psychopath.
He easily pulled out one of his credit cards and slid it between the door and the wall, snapping open the door and revealing the destruction. Everything was out of place; the tv was now shattered, the bed was torn open and white fluff littered the floors. Even the men's closet was thrown about, clothes hanging off of the lamps and flower vases in the place. Only one word came to the Uzumaki's head. Shit.
Sasuke was sitting on the chair that the lazy lawyer had by the window, calmly sharping a blade before looking over at the gulping blonde with a blank look. Naruto took the initiative to start off the talk with the deadly man, praying that the blade glinting in the lamp's light would magically disappear from the man's pale hands. The Namikaze quietly sat down on the torn bed, careful not to stir Sasuke's attention from the blade.
"So, um...hey Sasuke, how are ya today?" ..What a way to start a conversation. Naruto inwardly shivered in fear when those inky eyes met his shinning blue ones, a deadly glint in them despite the calm face he showed.
"I'm fine. It's a nice day. We're in Paris. Nothing much to complain about, you know?" He roughly scrapped the blade with the sharper. "Just living the good life." Naruto averted his eyes off the blade and decided quickly that this talk needed to get finished before Sasuke lost his cool once again.
"Sasuke, we need to talk about this!"
Sasuke stood up, startling Naruto into falling off the bed. His eyes held annoyance.
"The reason I left Japan early was to get away from these kinds of 'talks' from Fugaku and Sakura. Now I think I want to get away from you." Just as Sasuke was about to grab him some clothes from the messy closet, Naruto gripped his shoulder.
"I'm serious." A moment of silence passed before Sasuke sighed and handed Naruto the blade. The blonde snapped it closed and ushered Sasuke to have a seat before coughing into his hand and thinking of what to say.
"What do you want to talk about, Dobe?"
"You need to tell me what's wrong. Why did you go wild when you saw that picture?"
Sasuke almost rolled his eyes at the serious looking man in front of him."I didn't go 'wild'."
The Uzumaki frowned at the man's calm tone. "You did, Teme! That innocent voice isn't convincing anymore!"
Naruto groaned in annoyance when Sasuke stayed quiet and started to stare out of the window. He wanted the man to tell him his problems, Sasuke had always been there for him when he was having a bad day. Why was Sasuke holding back his feelings now? Naruto decided to rile him up to get him to talk.
He faked interest at his nails. "Is this about Sasori and Hinata-chan dating?" The Namikaze man felt a stare on him and almost grinned. It seemed that they were getting on the right track now.
"What makes you think they're dating?", Sasuke angrily questioned the mischievous blonde. Naruto concluded that his interest in the topic and his sudden anger hit it on the nail. He was upset about the photo.
"Are you mad to see that Hinata-chan is moving on, teme? Because from what I've seen, you seem happy to be moving on with Sakura-chan!" Naruto flinched a little when he saw Sasuke throw the lamp at a mirror, instantly blowing out the light that they had. He hadn't expected him to be that angry.
He needs psychiatric help. Sasuke glared at Naruto. Bad. Naruto also glared at the steaming man, ignoring the sudden multiple knocks on the door. Most likely from the hotel manager and his workers.
"You need to admit to yourself that you're in love with Hinata!"
"I'm not! Get the hell off my back, dobe! I don't love that Hyuuga!" Naruto stood in front of Sasuke, watching him with his crystal orbs.
"Then you need to admit to yourself that you have some kind of feelings for her! If not that, then nothing is a good enough explanation for why your fucked up our room!"
Sasuke clenched his fists, contemplating on what to do, before giving Naruto another glare and storming out of the room past the large crowd that had gathered outside. Naruto gripped his head and stared after the Uchiha.
Soon Neji and Shikamaru came from around the corner, spotting the large crowd before giving each other a look and jogging towards the flustered blonde. Many of the staff members had gone off to help the young Uchiha while some stared at the destroyed room, a look of disbelief on their faces.
Neji shook his head. "There goes Sasuke's CEO position." He looked towards Shikamaru and patted his shoulder, making a questioning look come on the lazy man's face. "Congratulations, Nara."
Shikamaru gave him a small smirk. Every time something went wrong, it was Neji that seemed to bring a little humor into the situation. And apparent sarcasm.
"I'll go talk to the little emo. How about you talk the staff out of letting that situation go out into the media?"
Neji looked at the room once more before sighing. "Sounds like a plan."
They shook on it and soon, Shikamaru was following the large mass of workers outside.
Hinata started wringing her hands together. Once the duo were in the building, she was surprised to find out it was a music studio. She tapped the leading man on the shoulder.
He glanced back at her. "What?"
"W-Why are we here exactly?" She frowned a little when he just sighed and ignored her. Forcefully, she pinched his shoulder, making a little sound come from him.
Sasori stopped and rubbed his shoulder before glaring at the innocent looking girl. "That better not leave a bruise, Hyuuga." She ignored him and asked the question once again.
"Why are we at a music studio? I d-don't think Deidara is here."
Sasori grabbed her sweaty hand and continued to lead her while answering her question. "Deidara should be in the studio making the single now. I'm sure that he probably wants to get that out of the way before starting his real mission." Hinata clenched his hand tighter. She didn't know about that at all. She frowned at being the only one in the world not knowing about the blonde.
"He makes music? H-How come I didn't know?"
"Because for some strange reason, you don't watch tv. You need to upgrade. Badly.", muttered the redhead as he stopped at a certain door. He let go of the girl's hand and turned to face her. "Look Hyuuga, I want to thank you for coming all the way here for Deidara. It's been the first time someone has valued his forgiveness enough to go this far."
Hinata feared that his thank you would continue with something else.
Sasori sighed. "But right now, at this moment, I don't think he'll accept your apology." Hinata felt her world spin and blow up. He wouldn't forgive her? Even if she had come here to stop her husband from killing his mother?
She wanted an explanation. "B-B-But w-why?"
Sasori noticed that when she was surprised or nervous that her stuttering would increase.
"Deidara...is a very stubborn idiot. I can't say that he won't ever forgive you. If he didn't even forgive his own mother, why would he forgive you?" It had hurt. Had he been so abandoned in his life that he didn't trust anyone?
Hinata shook her head. "But he's trying to save his mother! H-He still cares for her!"
Sasori stared at her, fascinated by her determination.
"Caring for someone and forgiving someone are two different things, Hyuuga. For example: Do you still care for Sasuke even though you can't seem to forgive him?" Now that had hurt. Hinata glared at him. Yes, she did still care for Sasuke. And no, she hadn't forgiven him for what he did to her, but that didn't mean that she wouldn't forgive him someday.
She stepped towards Sasori. "I-I came here for a reason, and that was to ask for forgiveness and help save Anne-Sophie. I refuse to leave Paris without completing the goals I've set." Sasori stared at her for a while, before a smirk came onto his boyish face, startling the girl a little.
"Shall we?" He motioned towards the door before receiving the nod from the girl, and opened it.
Hinata squeaked at the sight and covered her eyes.
A woman sat perched in the blonde's lap, nothing but a thong on.
"Do you mind if we turn this little fest into a foursome?", asked the pervy redhead as he stared at the woman's breasts.
Hinata fainted.
~000~
The night air was hot, which caused the Nara to regret leaving the air conditioned hotel, but he had a job to do. To prevent the Uchiha from losing his CEO position, he needed to listen to Shikamaru.
The small crowd turned into a a street marathon once it came outside. Shikamaru groaned once camera lights started to flash in his face, and screeching fans started to yell and hold out MGC photos and what not. How had Neji avoided this?! It was like a red carpet was rolled out beneath his slippered feet. Shikamaru glanced down at his clothes and sighed. Of course now would be the time when he decided to wear his pajama pants without a shirt today.
He pulled his robe together and started to look for the storming Uchiha beyond the flashing lights.
"SHIKAMARU! AHHHH!"
"JE T'AIME TELLEMENT !"
"PRENEZ MA VERTU PARTIE!" Shikamaru cringed at that but nonetheless gave a lazy smirk to the crying, boisterous crowd and walked down the pathway leading to the parking lot. He was thankful that bodyguards started to protect him in a square and that workers started to rapidly put up bars to keep the raging fans back.
He then focused his attention on finding the Uchiha, who had suddenly disappeared. Shikamaru sighed once again and rubbed his forehead when he went into the street. Why do I even try? He started to rub his pierced ears, looking for a way to find the brooding man. If I were Sasuke, where would I go?
"SASUKE! JE T'AIME TELLEMENT!", screamed a male. Half-naked Nara looked down the street to see a crowd of bodyguards trying to keep fans from getting near the brooding Uchiha, who was just raging down the street with no apparent direction. Shikamaru sighed, not wanting to go down that far, but jogged nontheless, his bodyguards increasing and forming a circle around him.
"Sasuke! Stop!", half-yelled the lazy man, who was now only a few steps behind the Uchiha. Sasuke stopped and turned around, his inky eyes now a spinning red. Ok, so now he must be angry.
"Are you here to annoy me even further, Nara? Why can't any of you just leave me the hell alone!"
Shikamaru gripped his shoulder. "Because when you're like this, who knows what you'll do! The last time you went raging like this, you almost shot Naruto! Calm down!" Sasuke's red eyes slowly dispersed at the mention of Naruto. Shikamaru saw his face turn blank.
"You need to talk. Anything that you let out, we'll listen. We're here for you Sasuke." Sasuke looked down at his bare feet, not wanting to meet the soft brown eyes of Nara. When yelling started to happen, the two looked back to see Naruto and Neji jogging up towards them, bodyguards circling them as well. By now, the street was packed with Frenchmen and their wives and children, screaming out towards the men.
Neji started to pull at his long tresses with a blank look, a sign that he was nervous.
"I think that maybe we should have worn disguises." Naruto looked at the reaching crowed and sweat-dropped.
"You're right. I didn't think that we'd turn the street into a freaking Macy's Parade!" News stations started to come on the street, talking in fluent French and slowly running towards the men.
"Shit.", muttered Sasuke as magazine editors started to flash their cameras even more at his eyes. He prayed that they were back to normal by now; he didn't want his crazy fans to think he was a vampire. This would only add the Twilight fans to the bunch.
Shikamaru sighed before motioning a security guard over. "Can we get a car over here, pronto?" The guard muttered something into his speaker before ushering the boys to a dark car parked in an alleyway.
Hinata was awoken to the sound of an argument occurring. She winced and held her forehead as she sat up on the leather sofa, her head pounding. What had happened? She blinked her lavender eyes twice before looking up at the noise ahead of her. Hinata gasped at the sight before her. There he was...
"Why the hell would you bring her here, un?! She has nothing to do with this!" H-He's...His blonde hair was down, a different style from his usual ponytail, and his bright eyes still held that maniac gleam in them. He was really here, alive. And well. Hinata started to become emotional at the sight of him, ignoring the girl in the corner of the room getting dressed and the suddenly aggressive redhead checking his hand out.
He was here, right before her. She had come all this way, worrying for him, praying for him to be okay, and he was. Thank God. She stared closely at him and noticed that he looked thinner than usual, even though she suspected that he only got here earlier this morning. He looked a little pale also, a contrast from his sun tan. She became worried.
Sasori popped his fingers and answered the blonde. "She came here on her own free will. She wants to talk to you."
Hinata winced as she heard Deidara growl at the nonchalant Sasori.
"Dammit Sasori, you should have said no! I didn't come here to talk - I came here to find my mother!"
"It didn't look like that five minutes ago, dumbass. She knows about your Anne, so there's no need to feel pressured.", said Sasori in an eerily calm voice as he stepped towards the blonde.
Deidara glared at him hard, not seeing the bluette who had just woken up.
"Oh, So you're squealing to others about my problems, Sasori? I thought you said I could trust you!"
Sasori then started to glare and pointed his ringed finger into the raging blonde's chest.
"Don't bring that shit up to me about trust! I thought that we had an understanding with each other! If you're going through something, especially something to this degree, you can talk to me about it. You shouldn't have came to Paris alone and unarmed. Do you wanted to get yourself killed?"
Deidara slapped his hand away and started towards the door. "I don't need this shit, un. Just leave me the fuck alone."
With that, he slammed the door. Sasori gripped his red locks and paced around the recording studio before grabbing a chair and swinging it into the glass that blocked the singer room. Hinata sighed sadly as pieces of glass was thrown everywhere.
It seemed that Sasori had reached his boiling point. The bluette sat back down on the leather sectional, waiting for the man's destructive path to end. Sasori gripped his the bridge of his nose and stood still for a minute, letting the blonde's words come to his mind.
"He is such a fucking idiot! He never fucking listens to shit I say!"
Hinata decided not to say anything. She was upset that the blonde wasn't happy to see her, but who would? She did remind him of his mother, something that apparently hurt him to no end. Maybe it would be best if she stayed away from him until his mother was back. Maybe it would be best if she stayed with him until his mother got back. She didn't know right now, she was confused as to what to do. She truly wanted to help him, but he didn't want her here. How was one to help someone if they didn't want their help?
Hinata stood and glanced at Sasori once more before exiting the room leaving the redhead to think. She decided then that she wasn't going to give up. She wanted to help him, and she would be damned if she had come this far for him to say no. With determination in her lavender eyes, she exited the back of the building and faced the smoking blonde leaning on the brick wall in the alley.
His blue eyes widened a little before narrowing into slits and looking the other way. Hinata sighed at his childishness before snatching the cigarette from his lip and throwing it on the concrete and stepping on it, making sure to grind it into shreds under her boot-clad feet.
She gasped a little when she found herself pushed up against a wall with the blonde glaring at her, trapping her with his long arms and body. Hinata shook her fear away before giving him her own glare.
"What the hell is your problem, bitch?"
The bluette stared at his endlessly beautiful blue eyes before speaking.
"We need to talk, Deidara."
She heard him snort before nearing her face some more. Hinata grimaced at the smoky scent his mouth had now. She hated cigarettes.
"'Bout time you lost that stutter. It was fucking annoying."
Right now, the blonde reminded her of her husband. Sasuke would say the same exact thing to her when she stuttered in his presence. Sometimes, she would be quiet and walk away, not asking him another thing that month, but now she felt different. Hearing that 'annoying' snapped something in her. She suddenly felt angry, but not at the blonde before her though. The memories of her marriage flashed before her eyes, causing her to regret those times she had been weak, hating that she didn't stand up for herself even though she knew she was right. Hinata had come to the twisting fact in her life; she was slowly breaking apart. Under all circumstances, she was becoming fed up and angry with her life, her marriage, the media, her friends, her family, work, even herself. And right now, she didn't want to feel rejected anymore. She was tired.
Hinata pushed the blonde away from her and stared at him with fiery eyes. "I wanted t-to apologize, but now I'm think that I've wasted my time in coming here."
Deidara's glare increased ten-fold on the girl in front of him. "Wish you hadn't meddle in my business now, un? How ironic."
Hinata smiled a little. "I-I didn't say that. I just wish that I'd stayed back at the hotel and tried to find a way to get Anne-Sophie back instead of stand here and listen to you whine." He stiffened a little and looked at the meek girl in surprise. So she didn't regret coming to Paris.
He looked away from her. "Look, Hyuuga, I don't need your help, so why don't you just go back to Japan already!"
Hinata looked up at the night sky and shook her head; was he always this stubborn?
She looked back at him, her eyes now holding amusement in them. "D-Don't flatter yourself, Deidara-san. I-I didn't come here to help you." Deidara stared at her, an unreadable look in his eyes. Hinata smiled."This isn't about you anymore - It's about Anne-Sophie. If I don't do all that I can to save her, I'll never forgive myself. I'm going to find a way to save her, with or without your help."
With that, she turned and left the cracking blonde to his thoughts and went to join Sasori, who was waiting for her at the entrance of the building.
She noticed that now he looked a little better.
He even smiled a bit when he saw her coming towards him. "You ready?" Hinata eyed him a bit before nodding. Sasori then grabbed her hand and started their walk down the street. "So, did you say what you wanted to him?"
Hinata thought about it for a minute. "Y-You could say that."
He nodded and looked at a sign before turning a street. Hinata curiosly looked at him, seeing his face calm.
"D-Did you say what you wanted to, Sasori-san?"
His hazel eyes seemed to dance when he looked into hers, and soon he grabbed her waist and forced her to wrap her arms around him, careful not to trip and fall all over herself. "Not particularly," she looked up at him and saw him smirking.
"W-What did you do then, b-besides tear up the s-studio?"
He yawned a little. "I deleted all his contacts and put a tracker in his phone. No big deal, actually." Hinata wrapped her arms tighter around him when she felt a light breeze fly by on her neck. Was it supposed to be windy during summer?
Sasori tightened his grip on her waist turned another street.
"Deidara better straighten up his act. We need him in on this plan as well."
Hinata looked back up at him. "H-He seemed to stick mainly on his on plan. I-I don't think that he'll budge before the ball tomorrow."
"Today?" Hinata furrowed her brow a little.
"What do you m-mean by that?"
Sasori pulled out his phone and gave it to her. "It's 2:07 am right now, which means that tomorrow for you is today and that in a matter of hours that the mission will begin." Hinata gulped and stared at the time. Her heart began to race and her mind started to spin. Today; it was today?! Just as she started to hyperventilate, she felt a pat at her side, which steered her from her thoughts.
"Don't fret, girl. When we get back to the hotel, we'll start planning things out and- What the fuck?!"
Hinata and Sasori stopped once flashing lights started to hit them. Cameras, all around. The whole street was lit with camera's and news vans and worst of all, crazy fans. Sasori gripped Hinata tighter and blocked their eyes from the lights.
"Sasori, is it true that you and Mrs.- sorry, Hinata are in a committed relationship?", asked a burly news man with a microphone.
"Is is true that you and Hinata are getting married after the divorce is final?!" Hinata gulped at that and clung harder to the redhead's waist.
"AHHHHH! JE T'AIME TELLEMENT SASORI!"
"AMOR HINATA!"
"HINA-SASO!"
"SASONATA!" Hinata blushed furiously at the names and comments given to her and the redhead. Why did these french people love her so much? Was it because of the redhead at her side?
"She's so KAWAII!", said a young man in the crowd as he stared at her. Hinata blushed once again. Maybe it was because of her tight clothing. Thank God for the mysteries of black.
"This is so freaking annoying.", grunted Sasori as he pushed through the pathway of bodyguards into the hotel. Too much was happening at once. Now the media had more photos of them together. Who wouldn't think they were together?
Hinata sighed and let go of the annoyed redhead and stepped into the elevator with him, praying that she didn't spot and MGC during their way up. Both of them remained quiet the whole way. When the elevator dinged, Sasori grabbed Hinata's hand and lead her to their room.
"W-What are we going to do about that?", asked Hinata as she was dragged into the room by Sasori. He shrugged and let her go and started to rummage through his things.
"Nothing. This wasn't part of the plan, but I'm pretty sure that now the Uchiha will want to track you down."
Hinata looked towards him for a while before sitting down on the bed. "So what d-do we do now?"
Sasori ignored her and went into the bathroom. Hinata stared after him before looking out the window at the moon. She was nervous; what would happen if Sasuke saw her in public with Sasori. Did he see her on twitter yet? She didn't feel guilty at all, just nervous. She wanted to see his reaction; would he be disappointed in her? Would he be angry?
Would he feel anything at all? She sighed and lied back on the bed.
She pouted a little. "H-He probably doesn't even care."
Before the girl could wallow in her grief, she almost yelled when she felt something heavy slam into her. She looked up into hazel eyes and released a breath of relief.
Sasori smirked down at her, shirtless. Hinata calmed down a bit and glared at the redhead.
"Y-You almost gave me a heart attack. W-What is wrong with you?"
He shrugged and leaned forward. "I'm a little horny is all."
Hinata gave him a funny look before pushing him a little, but saw that he wouldn't budge from his straddling on her waist.
She pushed harder but to no avail. "G-Get off, Sasori-san."
He frowned at her a little before laying his hands on her stomach. The bluette blushed a little, feeling his hands touch her. It felt foreign, which made her shiver at his touch. She had never felt that before in her life. She tried to push him again, but soon he caught her arms and pushed them above her head.
He came near her ear. "Oh, come on Hyuuga. Live a little." She squeaked when she felt one of his hands let go and push up under her shirt, right under her bra. Electricity sparked in her body and soon, she let out another squeak.
Sasori stopped and smirked at her. "That's right, let loose." With that, he let go of her arms and started to kiss her neck.
Hinata squeaked again, feeling his little nips at her skin and his hot tongue. She felt her middle start to warm. Was this how IT started? When she felt his other hand run down her thigh, she immediately started to get scared. This feelings in her stomach was growing tighter with each touch he gave her, and she felt like she was being bewitched by him.
The bluette shook her head and started back to pushing him away, which made him even more excited. He stopped and rose up to see his work; he smirked. Hinata was blushing and felt like she was going to faint any minute now. She watched as he neared her face before stopping, letting their noses touch.
"Let's have a little fun. I'm sure that you've been stressed and lonesome since your split from Sasuke. Maybe a little male companionship can help you ease?" They never did THAT at all.
Hinata averted her eyes to the clock behind him; 3:04. "S-Sasori-san, can you please g-get off m-me?" She saw him sigh before putting his hand on THAT area. Hinata squeaked and, without thought, hit him in the face with her palm, sending him off the bed and onto the carpeted floor.
She stood onto of the bed and laid her back on the wall, above the head board, wringing her hands together. The bluette had felt the foreign sensation from his touch down THERE, and immediately became scared/excited. She shook her head; she had to protect her innocence.
Just when she expected to see a bloody nose angry Sasori, she shrieked when she saw him slowly get up, uninjured, with a smirk on his face. Apparently, he liked being the predator.
"Oh, so you like it rough, huh?", asked Sasori as he went around the bed towards the frightened girl, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I think that we can switch things up at bit then." Hinata jumped from the bed when he grabbed for her leg, and ran towards the bathroom. She screamed into her hands when he slammed her into the door, making her escape way turn against her.
Hinata covered her face from him, not wanting him to see her flushed face. She tried to wiggle from his grip when she felt his slightly cold hands go up her shirt and wrap around her.
"Are you thinking about that Uchiha again? Or are you just not good at this game." Hinata removed her makeshift mask from her face and looked at his questioning expression.
She knew that she had to come out with it, she couldn't think of anything else. She looked away from his eyes and muttered the words that she had been hiding from most of the world.
"I-I've never done that before, and I don't plan on doing it anytime soon." Silence enveloped the room them. After ten seconds, Hinata looked up and saw that Sasori was still looking at her, now with a blank look.
"What?", he asked after a while, that strange look still in his eyes.
Hinata sighed. "I-I'm a virgin.", she replied, shame going throughout her.
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't catch that. Now what did you say again?"
The bluette sighed and shivered when his hands slid down her bare sides to her hips. She looked him straight in the eye. "I'm still a virgin."
Sasori stared at her."Oh..., see, that's what I thought you said." A moment of silence occurred again, further making the ex-Hyuuga feel nervous of the redhead's response to her confession.
Soon, Sasori slipped his hands from her shirt and leaned against the wall behind her. "So..does this mean that we can't have sex?"
Hinata's face flushed from anger then. He still wanted to do THAT even when she confessed one of her biggest secrets to him?!
"W-We won't be doing any of t-t-that!", said the blushing bluette as she glared at him.
Sasori persisted still. "Foreplay?"
Hinata stared at him for a long time before pushing him off her. "I-I guess you'll be taking the futon." She walked towards the bed and slipped off her shoes before getting under the covers, not bothering to take off her clothes; she was still weary of the redhead's need to IT.
Sasori watched as the girl drifted off to sleep before sighing angrily and sitting on the bed next to her.
A virgin huh? He continued to stare down at her until her became sleepy himself...
~000~
"So you're confused of your feelings for my cousin?", asked Neji as he stared down at the river, watching the boat rower clean the water. Naruto and Shikamaru leaned against the railing, waiting for the Uchiha's answer. Sasuke sighed and threw a rock into the water, watching as it made a ripple.
"Yes. I don't know why, but I can't seem to grasp the answer as to why I feel these things. I've never felt them before..." Naruto patted him on his shoulder and also watched the water with them.
"That's called love, my brother. It's so damn confusing and you can't seem to find the answer for it." Shikmaru nodded while keeping his gaze on the moving river.
"Troublesome troublesome love. That's why I try to put it off. One day, all of us will have to experience it though." Sasuke glared out hard.
"Damn."
Neji carefully tied his hair to the railing and pulled on it. "It would only seem natural for one to feel these things during their marriage. You spend each and every single day with them and can't help but have some kind of connections to that person." He glared at Sasuke. "And, you did ruin my little cousin, so I'm pretty sure that that was karma taking its effect on you."
Naruto snorted and defended the Uchiha. "Let's not talk about Karma, Neji. Teme's not the only one who screwed up their marriage."
Neji thought about if for a moment before shrugging and playing with his hair again. "Karma will beat the hell out of me, I know, but at least I know where I went wrong. Sasuke's the one in denial here."
Sasuke glared at the two men.
Naruto looked around for a bit before asking Sasuke a question. "Just why did you treat Hinata like that? Did she step on your shoe or something?"
Shikamaru looked from the corner of his eyes at the Uchiha. Why did he do it?
"Let's just drop it." , muttered the Uchiha as he looked at his arm. The Nara snorted and looked at the water. I bet he doesn't even know himself..
He quieted down a bit before looking up at purplish sky. "I think that this is our first bro-talk since high school." Naruto grinned while Sasuke and Neji smirked and looked up at the sky as well. It gleamed off the river, making it look like a mural of some sort. The Eiffel tower is what set it off, making the mural look like a Frenchman's art. Everything seemed peaceful, save for the bodyguards nearby that were pushing back passerby s.
"You just couldn't go easy on my cousin, huh? You screwed her and threw her away, just like all of the others it seems..." , Neji stated as he clenched his fists..
Sasuke sighed before looking at the Hyuuga's blazing eyes. "I never touched your cousin...and I never screwed her either, so get off my back."
Shikamaru and Naruto paused and snapped their heads toward the Uchiha, who looked at the rising run.
Neji gripped his hair and looked at the Uchiha, disbelief in his white eyes. "So you never consummated the marriage?".
Sasuke sighed before shaking his head. Neji held a blank look before joining the guys in looking at the sunrise, a gleeful inner jumping up and down inside. He felt proud that Hinata didn't do THAT; that was one thing the Uchiha couldn't have, and Neji couldn't help but let a smirk play on his lips. His cousin was still the angel he had thought her to be. Suddenly, the brunette started to fell a bit guilty of his actions towards her.
Naruto couldn't hold it in though. "You're a dumb ass, teme."
"For once, Naruto's right.", said Shikamaru as he shook his head in disappointment.
Sasuke scoffed. "All of you, get the hell off my back."
"You can make up for lost time once you see her at- ooff!", yelped the Uzumaki as an elbow landed in his stomach, courtesy of Neji. Shikamaru grimaced.
"Guys, we should head back to the hotel and get a little sleep. We don't want to have bags under out eyes for the photo shoot, do we?",asked the Nara as he stretched and yawned.
Sasuke 'hned' before getting off the railing and heading towards the dark van. "You douches should worry about yourselves. I've got my shit down-packed." A round of laughs were heard before the men decided to follow the cocky man. Just as Neji was about to follow, he was tugged back.
"What the-" His hair was tied onto the railing, now in a terrible knot. The brunette soon started to panic.
"GET THE HAIR DRESSER, GET THE HAIR DRESSER!" Sasuke looked back before pulling out his phone and dialing the hair dresser, while Naruto and Shikamaru dialed the fire department.
Karma was back in town. Or Paris. Same thing.