Chapter 6
Seated on a kitchen stool, Hinata traces her index finger across and down the page of a large accounting ledger. Mentally she performs simple calculations with the neatly written numbers and make notes of her findings in a separate notebook.
Her attention is drawn to a knock at the front door
Hinata glances to the digital clock on the stove. It's 4:16 pm. She isn't expecting guests, nor is she in the right state of dress to host anyone but her immediate family.
"Coming." Inspecting herself in the hallway mirror, she frowns as the white tank top she is wearing does little to cover her breast. Scrummaging through the hallway closet, she finds a thick enough scarf that she uses to wrap around her upper body. She pulls down her purple pajama shorts below her hipbone, but it still leaves nearly her entire backside on display. She contemplates running upstairs to change, but another knock at the door is heard. Not wanting to have her unannounced guest wait any longer, she unlocks the door.
Hiding her body behind the partially opened door, she greets her guest. "Sasuke-san."
It's been nearly a week since they returned from Yukagare. Dread of discussing that night causes her nerves to tighten across her chest. She claws at the cotton scarf.
"Is Boruto home?" Hinata thanks the gods above that they are both avoiding that discussion. The grip on the fabric eases.
"He is on a mission. But he should've been back a few hours ago. Was he supposed to train with you?"
"Yeah." Sasuke turns away dismissively.
Not wanting his visit to her home to be a waste of his time, Hinata offers, "Wait. I can try to locate him for you." Moving away from the door, she allows him entry into her home.
"Byakugan!" Her search begins beyond the border of the village then narrows into the confines of Konoha's security walls. Acting on habit, she turns on the kettle and places a spoonful of leaves into a ceramic cup.
The water begins to boil when her search reaches the inner city. Turning off the stove, she fills the cup with steaming water.
"Found him." She announces. "He's waiting in the lobby of the Hokage Tower." She narrows in on her son's facial expressions. With practice and years of experience, she is one of the few in her lineage with the ability to read lips while via her dojoustu. "He's upset with Naruto for having his team wait for over an hour to hand in their mission report. He's afraid you're going to be upset and cancel today's training session."
"I'll wait for him at the training grounds." The stool lightly scrapes the wooden floor as he rises to his feet.
"Wait! There are a few teams ahead of Boruto-kun's. Would you like something to eat in the meanwhile?"
"No." He turns down her offer of food but finishes consuming the steaming hot beverage. He discards the empty cup in the sink.
His gaze shifts to the stainless-steel refrigerator where Hinata is currently bent over in search of something in one of the lower drawers. The satin fabric of her shorts is enveloped between her ample, creamy cheeks. His throat is suddenly dry. He moves backwards before his hands betray his mind.
Hearing soft footsteps, Hinata looks up.
The darkening and intensity of Sasuke's stare triggers a tingling in her pelvic area. Mortified but expectant, she remains frozen in this position.
Beyond rationality, Sasuke shamelessly devours the view presented to him. Large pale eyes and pink lips slightly parted paint a picture of innocence and apprehension at being exposed. He can easily decipher that her seduction is unintentional. This knowledge doesn't quell the lust brewing, it amplifies it as he sees an opportunity to corrupt and taint.
Jerking to an upright position, Hinata breaks the spell. She pulls the refrigerator door toward her; creating a metal barrier from her voyeur.
"Tck." Annoyed at the abrupt end, Sasuke decides to end their encounter.
Assuming that his sudden departure would lead to even more cumbersome interactions, Hinata's mind goes into overdrive formulating ways to stop his departure.
A vibrant red item grabs her attention.
Suffocated with desperation, whimpering she offers, "Would you please stay for some tomato onigiri?"
Hands extended, Hinata offers him the ripe, juicy tomato in her palm. His stomach rumbles at the sight of his favourite food.
Internally he mutes the taunting that reveals his hunger isn't the only ache that needs satiating.
Awkwardly, she bows more than once, then quickly begins preparing the promised meal. He eats the meal in silence savouring each bite.
Tapping a finger on the Hyuga embossed ledger Hinata has once again occupied herself with, he casually remarks, "Didn't know the first lady was moonlighting as an accountant."
Profusely she shakes her head, but stops when she sees the smirk on his face. Realizing he is toying with her, she smiles and explains, "I'm just helping my sister with some auditing on our accounts."
"Hn." With no interest in the financial dealings of the Hyuugas, he doesn't bother to pry.
Sasuke nods his head in acknowledgement of the meal.
"I'll save you a trip," He retrieves the small bento box Hinata has prepared for Boruto.
During his walk to the Uchiha training grounds, he questions his degenerate reaction to his friend's innocent, unassuming wife. Consistently, her presence elicits indecent desires. These reactions baffle him further as she never stood out to him before that trip. Was he that much of a simpleton to fall into temptation at the sight of an attractive, naked body.
No! He was Sasuke Uchica. Women were a dime a dozen to him. Hinata wasn't anything special other than being the spouse of his only friend.
During his internal attempt at denouncing the housewife, the owner of an irritating voice announces his presence, "Sasuke-san! I'm here!"
Next to the young blonde is his own flesh and blood, who looks everywhere but in his direction. His primary motive to return to the village was to strengthen the bond with his only child. But the passage of time has not led to familiarity, instead it serves as a catalyst to further distance father and daughter. He ponders on the futility of his return. Maybe absence wasn't as bad as he and Sakura once believed.
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