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Cover My Eyes
By, Rampantt
Chapter Five: House Sitting
Hinata laughed softly, her opal hues shinning with amusement. She was seated in a trendy boutique in uptown that bore an interesting name; "Oliver". It was one of her favorite places to shop and had recently introduced a men's line so when Naruto came to her seeking her opinion on what to wear for a job interview, she knew exactly where to take him.
The blonde stood before her now in the dressing room wearing an expression that looked less than pleased. Hinata had told him she didn't think his choice in attire was a good one but Naruto had to see it with his own eyes to believe it.
"I'm an absolute failure at this, Hinata," Naruto said, frowning at his reflection.
The Hyuuga heiress laughed again, hiding her smile behind her hand and shaking her head. "No, no, Naruto-kun, it's not that bad... it's just not good."
His five foot ten frame stood in a orange and black, slim fitted pair of slacks and matching blazer with copper buttons going down one side. The fit was good but the colors were an absolute mistake on the designer's part. Hinata had to wonder what kind of person would be seen in such a monstrosity. She was relieved to know that even Naruto knew it was off, however, at first he was confident that it was the one.
"Come on, Hinata," the blonde whined. "That's not funny. I didn't bring you here to laugh at me."
Hinata couldn't help but laugh again. His knotted brows, slightly wrinkled forehead and pouted lips were cute. He looked like an upset puppy, hardly intimidating.
"You're right, I'm sorry, Naruto-kun," Hinata said softly to him, finally relaxing from her laughter. "Why don't you go for something a little less formal?"
"You sure that will work?" he asked hesitantly, cocking a brow of suspicion at her.
She almost made the mistake of telling him that anything she picked would be better than the orange clown suit he wore then. Instead, she decided to be a bit more gentle on him, it wasn't his fault he was a bit inept in the world of clothes.
"Of course," she assured him, rising to her heeled feet.
She wore a black black cardigan over a white button down blouse with black slacks and designer black sling-backs with fancy red bottoms. Her long black hair hung down her back between her shoulders blades, the ends trimmed neatly and ending abruptly at her waist. Hinata had just ended her work day when she got a call from the blonde, requesting her assistance. The two had met for a late lunch before heading uptown to do some shopping.
Hinata was grateful for his call. She was feeling a bit stressed since her responsibilities had increased in past few weeks at Hyuuga Enterprises. No longer did she type up spreadsheets or run petting errands for her cousin and his colleagues, now she and her teammate were getting a taste of what their department was really like. She accompanied not only Neji but other junior vice presidents to meetings and business trips as well in the past three weeks or so. She hadn't gotten the opportunity to attend the meeting in the Hot Springs but Shino had; she was busy with another junior VP at a conference here at home. She was slightly disappointed but she understood that she couldn't very well pick and choose which assignments she was given. However, she did do her best at each and every one of them; making herself available and reliable in every instance she got. It was only a matter of time before she burned herself out. Honestly, she needed these few laughs with Naruto more than he knew.
She looked to him, studied the worried expression on his face as he looked himself over in the mirror again, shaking his head at his poor judgment. Hinata smiled. Naruto meant more to her than he probably realized. The heiress was so glad to have him back home; his letters had been special and meaningful but nothing was better than being with him in person.
"Wait right here, I'll bring some stuff back," she told him.
He turned his gaze to her and offered her a guilty smile. "Thanks so much, Hinata."
She blushed a little before walking away. He had begun using just her first name in the months he had been home. Hinata noticed it but pretended not to. Perhaps this meant that they were getting even closer and moving in the direction she wanted them to? She wondered if it were okay to tell people now that they were more than just friends. Hinata decided not to. Next to her position at Hyuuga Enterprises, her relationship with Naruto was the most important thing to her; she didn't want to risk anything with him and felt perfectly fine with their slow pace. Slow and steady, slowly but surely, she told herself.
The heiress found herself in the men's section, picking through racks of designer button downs and polo shirts before she heard the distinctive voice of her best friend.
"Hinata?"
The heiress looked up and into the shimmering emerald gaze of Sakura Haruno. The pinkette stood tall and lean, dressed in a pair of dark brown corduroy's that clung to her thin hips and athletic thighs, a beige sweater worn over a crisp white button down with the sleeves rolled around the sleeves of the sweater and dark chocolate ankle boots. Her long pink tresses were wand curled and left to coil around her pretty face.
"What are you doing here?!" she exclaimed excitedly, throwing her arms around the much shorter girl and hugging her to her.
Hinata was startled at first but soon relaxed, patting her best friend on the back and returning her smile once she pulled away. "Just doing some shopping, what about you? Thought you wouldn't be caught dead on this side of town?"
Sakura smiled her special way of smiling, the left corner of her lips turning up and a small, devilish smirk. "Well, I heard good reviews about this place so I decided to drop by; I was certain it would be some kind of thrift store but I'm glad I came. I found the cutest dress," she mentioned, holding up a green lace frock.
Hinata nodded her head in approval. "Gorgeous," she commented. "That would probably look good with a brown blazer..."
Sakura looked to the dress then to her best friend. "Look at you, so stylish I see," she joked.
Hinata blushed, looking down at the shirts she draped over her arm. She had a secret obsession with fashion but Sakura always seemed to shine a little bit more than she did.
"Who are those for?" Sakura inquired, pointing with her chin to the garments Hinata carried.
"Ah? Oh. Naruto-kun...," Hinata answered, feeling slightly shy about it.
"Ohhh? Shopping for your boyfriend already? How romantic," Sakura teased.
Hinata's face turned several shades of red at the idea of Naruto being her boyfriend. Obviously, she liked the idea very much, but no one, not even herself, had ever called him that before. Her heart was racing and her hands felt a little sweaty. "N-No... we-we're not like that, S-Sakura..." Hinata protested, looking away from the pinkette.
Sakura grinned. "Oh don't be so shy, you can tell me, you know."
Hinata shook her head, meeting Sakura's ivy gaze. "There's nothing to t-tell, we're really just..." she said softly, "...friends."
Sakura nodded her head, feeling a little bad for making her best friend so uncomfortable. The pinkette had always known how her dear friend felt in regards to the blonde that tagged along with Sasuke. Sakura had always thought it would be great if the two of them got together, then all four of them could go on double dates and vacation together. However, Hinata had always been too shy to say anything and Naruto too oblivious to notice. Sakura was beginning to wonder if things would ever change between them but then a few years ago before his deployment, Naruto and Hinata had grown closer. She had noticed the shift in her best friend's behavior too; she knew she was starting to trust the blonde more than she trusted her and at first that bugged her, but Sakura supposed Naruto could give Hinata things Sakura couldn't. With that thought in mind she decided to be happy for her friend, everyone deserved love and Hinata didn't get enough of it at home. Having just herself to love Hinata clearly wasn't enough and Naruto could offer her a different kind of love. Sakura made a silent promise to her friend to support her and her romance. Hinata deserved to have that same feeling she got whenever she was around Sasuke and if Hinata wanted that feeling with Naruto, Sakura would do whatever she could to help her get it.
"Ah... I believe you, don't worry," Sakura said softly, smiling gently at her most important friend in the world.
"Hinata, what's taking so long?" a voice sounded.
Hinata turned her gaze to find Naruto standing behind her still in the orange clown suit.
"Oh my god," Sakura gasped, her gaze falling on the blonde. "What the fuck are you wearing, Naruto?"
The blonde turned beat red. "Hinata, you didn't tell me anyone we know was here," he hissed softly.
Hinata laughed a little. "I'm sorry Naruto-kun; Sakura really just got here, I didn't know she'd be coming this way."
Naruto frowned and walked back into the dressing room, mumbling to himself about not being able to trust anyone anymore. Hinata smiled in his direction.
"He's definitely a weirdo," Sakura commented once he was out of earshot.
Hinata shrugged her shoulders a bit before returning to the racks of clothes before her. "I guess so."
"Anyway," Sakura started. "I'm glad I ran into you actually. I need a favor."
"Hm?" Hinata looked up at her friend. Whenever Sakura needed a favor, in her experience, it never lead to anything good. She opened her mouth to express as much but the pinkette stopped her.
"Before you even say no, I swear to god it's not anything major, swear," Sakura assured her.
Hinata wasn't sure she believed her however, believing Sakura always, always, ended horribly for her. At this point Hinata considered herself a fool for even going along with Sakura's shenanigans. "Well, what is it?" she asked suspiciously.
Sakura smiled, feeling victorious already. "Okay. Well, Juicy wants me to shoot another ad, a mini movie for the website and I'll be gone on location for two weeks so I was wondering if you could house sit for me? You know, just kind of hang out at my place and feed my dog, hold my mail for me, small stuff like that."
Hinata shot her best friend a look. It seemed simple enough but nothing was ever really simple with the pinkette.
"Didn't you just get home from another trip like last week or something?" Hinata asked.
Sakura flipped her long pink tresses over her shoulders and smiled. "Well, I'm in demand now, a lot more jobs are going to becoming my way – "
"Well, I don't know..." Hinata cut in, stopping her before she could go on a rant about how successful she was now.
"Hinata, I promise, no tricks this time. I really just need you to keep an eye on my things and make sure my dog doesn't shit all over the place," Sakura promised.
The heiress cocked a brow at her best friend. Sakura sucked at her teeth, getting a little annoyed. "Come on Hinata. Who else can I ask? I don't trust anyone but you around my things."
"What about Sasuke-san?" Hinata inquired.
"I already asked him, that jerk claims to be too busy to stop by once a day to change the water for the dog and feed it, but whatever," Sakura responded, trying not to get angry all over again. Hinata could tell by the way she said it the two of them must have already fought about it.
Hinata picked up a dark blue blazer and eyed it for a while before placing it over the growing pile in her arm. "Alright..." Hinata agreed. "But only because you have no one else..."
Sakura grinned. "You're the best, babe," Sakura exclaimed, hugging her best friend closely.
"Well now that I'm here, I guess I could help you pick out something fantastic for Naruto," Sakura suggested. "That is unless...you want to do it by yourself."
Hinata blushed nervously. She wished Sakura would stop teasing her already. "Sh-shut up, Sakura..."
The pinkette laughed until her eyes water, causing a group of people to stare at them and her best friend to flush red at the attention. "Sakura..." Hinata hissed.
The model straightened herself out and licked her lips, trying to keep from bursting into another giggle fit. "Okay, I'm sorry. No more jokes."
"Hinataaaa... Seriously, what are you doing out here?"
It was Naruto again. He was back in his same spot as before, in his same orange suit and frowning at her. He looked so goofy that she couldn't hold it in and apparently neither could Sakura because the both of them burst into laughter together.
Sasuke had been unbelievably busy in the past few weeks. Ever since he had gotten back from the Hot Springs Country he and his team had been busy planning for new additions to The Lily – the marketing team decided to even change the name of the project. Sasuke was relieved to know that not too many of his ideas had been compromised or even scrapped. He had to bite his tongue during a few meetings and let Hyuuga Enterprises make their own decisions – after all, it might have been his baby, but it was their hotel and their money. Of course they should have it their way.
Sasuke supposed it was because The Lily was his first successful design as an architect that made him so attached to it – any changes made him uneasy. He had to force his emotions out of it however since this was business. He joked with himself that telling an artist not to feel was like telling them not to breathe; cruel.
He had just been leaving his office when he got a call from Sakura. At first he thought to ignore it; the two of them hadn't spoken in close to a week since the argument they had before she left again to shoot another ad. He stared down at his cellular device, watching as her name flashed against the screen before answering it.
"Yeah?"
"Oh, good, Sasuke, I was worried I wouldn't be able to get you," Sakura's voice sounded on the other line, she seemed rushed.
"Mm. What's up?" he asked her, resting the device between his ear and shoulder as he began locking up his office for the day.
"I need you to do me a quick favor," she replied.
"I told you I'm not feeding the dog, I don't understand why you didn't just bring the damn thing with you – "
"Will you shut up? That's not it," Sakura said exasperated. "I need you to go to the post office and pick up a package for me and drop it off at my house. I already asked Hinata to do it but she's working until late all week."
Sasuke sighed. It couldn't be helped then. "Alright."
"Thank you," she said, her voice laced with annoyance. "You're always so quick to say no to me Sasuke, I – "
"Sakura I already said yes, okay?" Sasuke said into the phone as he began walking to his vehicle parked on the other side of the street.
There was silence on her end then he heard her sigh. "Alright. Thank you," she said softly this time. Sasuke could tell she had more to say but didn't press it, he wasn't in the mood for a fight. He would pick up her package, drop it off then be on his way.
"I love you," he heard her say.
He was silent for a moment or so but each one seemed to drag on to Sakura and she began to panic, feeling as though he might not say it back. She opened her mouth to save herself from the humiliation by ending the call but he beat her.
"I love you too, Sakura."
Sasuke could tell she was struggling on the other end of the line. He climbed into his car and inserted the key in the ignition, starting it up. "Okay," he heard her say. "Good night, drive safely."
"I will," he said before ending the call and sliding the thin machine into his pocket. To say that things were strained between them was more than an understatement. Sasuke knew very well what their problem was too. Neither one of them was willing to apologize. While he recognized his own part in their fight and how much easier things would be if he just made up with her but he didn't want to do that – not this time. Sakura was always getting her way it and was his fault for spoiling her so much, now she was just rotten. However, Sasuke wouldn't be putting up with it any long. She was going to learn to compromise if it killed him or that would be it.
Sasuke pulled out of his parking space and in a matter of seconds he was driving down main street with his sights set on the post office. It was four in the afternoon so he had exactly one half hour to get down there before they closed for the night. He pressed on the gas and was there in no time at all. Just as quickly as it took him to get there was he walking back out with a medium sized box propped against his hip and tucked under one arm. He stored it in the backseat of his car before taking off again, heading south west to his girlfriend's penthouse.
He greeted the doorman on his way inside, making his way towards the elevators where he rode one to the top floor. From his back pocket, he pulled out a set of keys, one of them for the elevator that took him to Sakura's penthouse. The double doors opened twice and he found himself in her foyer.
It had been a while since he'd been to her place but he recognized everything immediately. Her white stained walls, soft yellow floor to ceiling curtains that draped over the massive windows that took up an entire wall. The plush white rugs placed about the place and white leather seats with gold iron accessories. The glass tables and various white vases perched on each one, some with tulips placed inside and other with lilies and baby's breath.
He noticed a few things that were different however, small subtle changes that would have went unnoticed by someone who didn't know Sakura as well as he did. At first the changes surprised him. He noted the temperature had been lowered. Sakura liked the keep the place warm and cozy at all times. Now, the place was a little chilly, but he didn't mind it, actually, he preferred it that way. Also, the smell was different. Usually, the place reminded him of the various perfumes Sakura wore or even the ginger and honey scented soaps she used to wash her hair and body. He wasn't sure what this particular smell was but he didn't mind it either.
He placed the package down on the counter and walked further into the penthouse, inspected it now. There were several pairs of shoes by the couched that he realized immediately did not belong to the pinkette. For one, they were much too small to fit her and he knew his girlfriend didn't wear anything less than five inches in height. These were all different pumps and sandals, flats and wedges, things that Sakura just didn't wear.
He turned slowly and noticed the dishes in the sink, a sight he had never seen before. Sakura had never been known for her cooking prowess, really the kitchen and all it's many trinkets were just decorations. He never really minded nor thought it odd that she didn't cook, but it definitely amazed him in some ways that she never fed herself. Sasuke wondered vaguely what these dishes were doing in the sink. Sakura might not have been a chef but she definitely wasn't a slob, she wouldn't have left for two weeks with dirty pots and plates in the sink...
Sasuke turned his gaze away from the sink and looked around the apartment once more. Someone had obviously been here. At first this realization startled him. Had someone been living in Sakura's home while the model was off on location? Sasuke had heard stories of people mooching off of the rich; crazy people living in their homes when they knew the residents were away. He cocked a brow, studying the various shoes in the living room.
The first thought he had was to leave and call the police, that would have been the smart idea. However, a stronger, more curious part of him thought to investigate himself, who ever was in Sakura's house couldn't have been too dangerous, right?
He stepped around the living room, entering the dining room and noting the burning candles set around the table and dresser for the first time since entering. Perhaps that's where that new smell was coming from. He eyed them for a moment or two before walking deeper into the apartment, the soft, muffled sound of music could be heard from behind the closed door of Sakura's bedroom. Sasuke paused, standing behind it for a while, staring at the white wood door and listening to the soft humming of music on the other side. Who in the hell was in there?
Clasping his hand around the crystal door knob, he turned it and pushed into the door, revealing Sakura's white and pink queen sized bed, the crystal lamps with pink lamp shades, pink curtains and white carpets. He stepped further into the room to find one particular Hyuuga staring at him with confusion. He returned her stare, tilting his head just slightly, he hadn't expected to see her there. His eyes skated innocently over her, noticing now her attire or lack thereof. She stood awkwardly in a black t-shirt, hunching over just slightly with her hands at her calves, pulling up what Sasuke realized was a pair of panties.
The two stared at each other in silence, neither one quiet sure what was happening – Hinata figured it out first and let out a mortified scream, her face the darkest shade of red imaginable.
Sasuke watched helplessly, now equally embarrassed but unable to look away as the heiress stumbled about, yanking up her panties as quickly as she could. She made a dash from where she stood by the en suite bathroom, for the bed, her clear objective being the throw blankets splayed atop it to cover herself with. However, her feet didn't seem to agree with the idea and crossed with one another, sending the heiress stumbling, her hands seeking desperately anything to save her from her fall. Her right hand snatched the blanket from the bed while her left one latched onto lamp, pulling them both down with her in a loud crash, the crystal shattering once it hit the ground.
Hinata laid there on the floor, too stunned to really think of anything else. Could this be real? Surely she was dreaming. There was no way this could be happening to her. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, telling herself that she wasn't at Sakura's but back home in her bed, sleeping and this was all just an awkward nightmare. She kept squeezing and squeezing but then she heard him laughing and she knew it was real.
"S-stop l-l-laughing..." she stuttered out, her face still buried in Sakura's rug.
The laughing didn't stop however, instead it persisted, echoing off the white walls and shaking her bones. How could he think this was funny? Hinata was far too mortified to even look up and confront him, for now she was much safer with her head buried in the fabric of the carpet. "At l-least...don't l-laugh s-so...hard..." she groaned, a few stray tears slipping down her cheeks.
Sasuke laughed even harder then, harder than even he had suspected was possible for him. This was the most absurd thing he had experienced in a while. Hyuuga Hinata was laid on the ground, her t-shirt risen up her back and her "Hello Kitty" panties exposed to the world. How could a grown woman wear such a thing? Sakura would never be caught dead in something like that. Sasuke was sure there were teenagers that wouldn't be caught dead in something like that.
"Stop!" Hinata shouted, sitting up abruptly now, her black brows knotted together.
Sasuke stopped as she said, staring at her blood flushed face, teary eyes and angry expression. He had never seen her look that way. In the years he had known her, she had always looked annoyingly pleasant, serene and calm, never once breaking this facade, even in tough or difficult situations. To see her like this was a surprise. Sasuke looked over her and smiled, chuckling a bit an earning himself another mortified groan from the heiress. She tugged at the blanket again, wrapping it around her half naked body, tucking it beneath her underarms.
"Wh-what are you d-doing here?" Hinata demanded, still looking frazzled.
"I could ask you the same thing; any reason why you're walking around half naked in someone else's house?"
Hinata bit her bottom lip, looking away from him with an indignant pout. So it seems the heiress has a variety of expressions, Sasuke thought to himself.
Hinata struggled to find her voice as she sat there on the floor, still too embarrassed to move. "Sakura asked me to house sit..."
Which would explain all the little trinkets and dishes she left around the place, Sasuke figured. "Alright."
"B-but what about y-you?" she stuttered out, meeting him in the eye, accusation in her clear gaze. "You normally just b-barge into Sakura's place?"
Sasuke stared at her. If anything, it made more since that he would barge into his girlfriend's house rather than her best friend prancing around naked in her bedroom. "I was...dropping off a package Sakura asked me to pick up," Sasuke explained. "Apparently, you would be working late all week and unable to do it for her?"
Hinata stared at him a bit longer then looked away, nodding her head. That was what she told Sakura and it was true, however, she could see how it seemed like a lie now. Hinata had every intention of staying late at work but she had been sent home early after a meeting with her father and Neji. The heiress was so upset that she didn't think she could handle sleeping at home that night. The heiress told her father that she would be staying the night at Sakura's, leaving out the part about Sakura' not exactly being there. Hinata didn't feel that was Sasuke's business to know and said nothing more about it.
"Okay," Sasuke said getting her subtle hints. She was not going to be saying anything more than that and he honestly didn't care enough to pry. Sasuke had has fun and supposed now was a good enough time to leave. "I'll lock up."
He just about ready to do so before he noticed the growing puddle of blood pooling beside her as well as her bloodied hand. "You're bleeding," he said, stepping closer.
"Hm?" Hinata looked up at him, noting the worried expression he wore before looking down at her left hand. He was right, she was bleeding and there was traces of it everywhere; her hand print on the carpet around her and on the blanket she wrapped around her body. "Yeah..." she said softly, studying her palm and broken shards of glass there.
Strong, pale fingers, yet tanner than her own, were closing gently around her wrist, tugging at it with care. When she looked up, Sasuke was kneeling beside her, studying her hand with black eyes and knotted brows. "You probably don't have to go to the hospital," he told her, slowly opening her palm wider. Hinata hissed at the sudden pain.
"Yeah, you should be fine," He said, standing up. "Don't move."
Where else was she going? Hinata wondered bitterly. She was still embarrassed by what transpired between them just minutes ago and the pain in her hand didn't make her mood any less sour. Hinata was aware of him leaving and coming back, but didn't bother to look up. Instead, her mind was still on the predicament she was in. How she would be able to look at Sasuke with a straight face she'd never know.
"Lets move to the kitchen," he said to her, reaching down and taking her good arm and placing his hand at the small of her back, helping her to her feet.
Hinata could feel her heart racing at the contact, but chalked it up to her embarrassment of the entire situation. He led her into the kitchen, never once letting her go. Hinata was surprised at his kindness and his gentleness. She might not have known him well, but given their past conversations, he didn't seem like a very nurturing person. He led her into the kitchen and to the sink, pulling her hand into the basin while being mindful of her blanket. He ran cool water over her palm and Hinata hissed, fighting the urge to pull away from him. Sasuke remained silent however, running he water until all the blood was washed away.
He turned off the facet and opened the first aid kit he had found in Sakura's bathroom. "It's going to hurt," he told her, taking out a pair of tweezers.
Hinata nodded her head and prepared herself for the pain. Sasuke squeezed at her hand, rubbing his fingers over her palm in search of the broken pieces of glass. Hinata ignored the thumping of her heart, biting into her bottom lip gently but otherwise keeping her face calm. Sasuke tugged at one shard of glass with the tweezers, pulling it from her palm. Hinata hissed louder than she would have liked, instinctively closing her hand against the pain. Sasuke frowned, shooting her a look. "Calm down."
Hinata nodded her head and opened her palm again. Sasuke reached for the same shard once more, pulling at it with the tweezers until her flesh relaxed around the glass. Hinata gasped as he pulled the glass out, her hand shaking a little. Sasuke looked at her again, his expression annoyed. So much for his gentleness.
"I can't do this with you squirming and whimpering," he told her.
Hinata frowned, sucking at her teeth. "I am not wh-whimpering," she insisted. "This is your fault anyway."
Sasuke cocked a brow, staring openly at her. "My fault?" he asked. "It's my fault you don't know how your feet work by now?"
Hinata shoved at his shoulder, her face flushing dark red as she remembered why she had fallen in the first place. "If you h-hadn't surprised m-me, maybe even kn-knocked f-first...I wouldn't have f-fallen," she reasoned, her brows crumpled.
"You're acting like I did it on purpose," Sasuke said. "I thought you were an intruder."
Hinata rolled her eyes. "You sh-should have called the p-police then."
It was Sasuke's turn to suck at his teeth now. "Will you just shut up and relax so I can pull the glass from your hand? Or would you rather me leave and you do this yourself?"
The heiress had half a mind to tell him she could do it without him but the smarter side of her knew that it would be easier with his help. She clenched her teeth to keep from opening her mouth and looked away from her hand and him, staring at the clear cabinets on the wall.
"Thank you," Sasuke said, finally turning her attention to her hand again.
He tried a little more carefully this time, squeezing at her palm and pulling out several more pieces of glass from her hand. Every now and then her fingers would twitch at the pain but otherwise she ignored it. Sasuke was grateful for the silence now, less distractions made the job easier and quicker. When the last of the glass was gone he turned the facet on and ran her hand under it for a while. He he dried it with a sanitary cloth from the kit and pulled out a bottle of hydrogen peroxide, pouring some of it over her hand. He knew she wanted to protest since she clenched her fingers shut but she opened it again, enduring the pain after all. He cleaned her hand one more time before wrapping it with gauze.
"Alright, you should be fine" he said, packing everything back into the kit.
Hinata nodded her head, studying her newly bandaged hand. "Thank you."
Sasuke shrugged his shoulders and walked back into Sakura's bedroom. Hinata swallowed past the lump that had been lodged in her throat for the past few minutes. She wrapped the blanket tighter around herself,walking around the island in the kitchen and perching herself atop one of the stools. Her mind took her back to when Sasuke first arrived there. She honestly hadn't expected to see him there, he had startled her out her mind. Hinata was surprised she could sit there so comfortably now knowing he had seen her most valuable parts. Her face flushed dark red at the thought. Maybe she wasn't as comfortable as she thought she was.
Sasuke returned, carrying with him a plastic bag of what Hinata could only assume was the broken glass and the remains of the lamp. "I put the sheets in the washer, throw that blanket in there when you're ready," he told her, referring to the one she had wrapped around her small frame. "The carpet needs to be hand washed, I'll leave that to you."
Hinata blushed more and nodded her head. "Okay..."
Sasuke eyed her briefly for a few moments before making his way towards the front door. She had proven herself to be just as annoying as he had suspected but he didn't really mind too much; he supposed between herself, Sakura and Naruto, she was the more tolerable annoyance, at least she wasn't as open about it as those two were. "Try not to break anything else,"he quipped, smirking just a bit as he opened the door and let himself out, taking the trash with him.
Hinata flushed, letting out a mortified groan. Why did it have to be Sasuke? Anyone but Sasuke would have been great. Couldn't Sakura have asked Naruto to run the errand for her? Then again, Hinata would have died if Naruto saw her like that. She never would have been able to face him again. The heiress licked her lips. At least she wouldn't have to see Sasuke for a while and even when she did see him, it wasn't like she'd have to engage him in conversation. Hinata just wished she hadn't made such a fool of herself in front of him. She considered herself, Sakura, Naruto and Sasuke a group and out of that group Sasuke was the least agreeable and definitely didn't seem to like her.
"I should have stayed home..." she said softly to herself, hopping down from the stool and walking back to Sakura's room, the blanket dragging on the ground behind her.
Then she noticed, she had been practically naked in front of Sasuke the entire time he was there. Why in god's name hadn't she thought to put her pants on before he pulled the glass from her hand? She stopped and pressed her head against the wall, her red face frowning her opal eyes squeezed shut. The pitter pattering of small feet sounded against the wooden flooring of Sakura's apartment. Misty, the dog, had finally made her appearance from her hiding place in the the living room. She appeared by Hinata's side, licking at her feet and whimpering to be fed probably. In all the commotion, she had forgotten to feed the dog on time.
If Hinata wasn't sure of it before, she was now – she was a complete moron.
I don't know if you all enjoyed reading it but I definitely enjoyed writing it. I giggled a few times actually, I hope you all were equally amused as I was. Anyway, reviews make me smile.
- Rampantt