He wasn't sure what he was expecting her to look like when she got there.
Sweat soaked bangs and tight, spandex Lululemon wasn't what he had in mind.
"Did you jog here?"
She nodded, her cheeks flushed. "Can I have a glass of water?"
He pushed the door open, letting her step passed into the guest house.
"Have you ever been here?" He asked, walking over to the fridge.
"The main house." She tilted her head, gesturing. His eyes followed out the window, over the pool, through the tall, manicured hedges to the main house.
He couldn't remember if Hinata had ever made it to a guest house party. There was a lot more underage drinking and inebriated debauchery at those.
It made sense though. Hinata seemed like a 'main house' girl.
Even in her running gear she wore leggings and a thin, quarter zip running shirt.
Sasuke spent most of his time with the volleyball shorts and sports bra type of girls.
He handed her the water bottle and watched as she uncapped it and downed half of it.
"So what's the occasion?"
Hinata might've been prettier than most Hyuuga, but she had the same demeanor. Business.
"Just came back home." He shrugged. "Trying to catch up."
She raised an eyebrow. "We're... not friends."
He cracked a smile at her tone of voice. It wasn't rude. It was soft, gentle and almost apologetic. Like she was trying to remind a person with Alzheimer's.
"Exactly."
"Look, I know I'm going through a breakup, but I'm not really into some... revenge... rebound... hook up, thing." Her voice was still soft and gentle, letting him down as nicely as possible through her extreme discomfort. "Sorry." She added, biting her bottom lip, shrugging her shoulders up a little, almost as if to hide your face.
"Interesting. You seem like the type." He rolled his eyes. "I am offering a revenge."
Her shoulders lowered, her face relaxing from pinched discomfort to an open curiousness.
He turned away from her and walked further into the room, over to the square, light oak kitchen table.
Hinata's eyes followed him before she did. Her neck craned out a little, watching him grab one of two medium sized grey packages. He ripped open the polyethylene film, allowing hundreds of individual keys.
She blinked, shifting from foot to foot, shaking her water bottle almost absentmindedly before finally deciding to join him.
She set the water bottle down and grabbed a handful of the different tone metal keys.
He grabbed the other, and opened up with the same fanfare, letting it spill out of the bag and rain onto the table like a proud child showing his Halloween candy.
"Name tags?" She blinked.
They were small, not even an inch in length, connected to a key chain.
He nodded, looking at her expectantly.
"Um," She looked at the piles and back to him.
He sighed, rolling his eyes. "It's simple Hyuuga. We write their numbers on these keys."
"And that is... revenge?"
"Imagine. We put their numbers on these keys and scatter them at every inch of the city. Can you imagine getting calls about keys you never lost. Days, months, years even if we play it right."
Her eyes widened, her lips curling at the edges.
He had her.
"Can you imagine the confusion. The annoyance. And they'll never know it was us. Fuck, even if they did, it's not like it's illegal."
She nodded, smiling. "You're evil."
He looked at her messy bangs, pink cheeks, eyes wide and glittering.
Yes. Yes he was.