I'm a little late with the update this week, sorry guys.

Thanks for sticking around! I enjoyed reading everyone's comments on the last chapter. Hope you all enjoy this one.

Cover My Eyes

by, Rampantt

Chapter Six: Strange Desires

"I was against it at first you know," Naruto was saying. "That bastard hates parties but they dragged me into it."

Hinata nodded her head, walking around her bedroom with her cell phone nuzzled between her shoulder and ear. Naruto had called a few moments ago inviting her to Sasuke's surprise party. Apparently his team had asked Naruto to help them set up at Sasuke's house since they didn't exactly have access to it. Hinata had asked him why they didn't just have his party at his office and it seemed as though Naruto had posed the same question –apparently parties were only good a night because day drinking was a sad thing. Hinata wasn't sure if she agreed or not. When you lived the kind of life she and Sasuke were accustomed to, day drinking was a social norm. Hinata didn't bother to make that point however, after all, this was not her party to plan.

"You could have said no," Hinata told him, sitting down on her bed and pushing her shoes off. She had just gotten back from Sakura's place. The heiress had stopped by to feed and walk the dog, making sure the mutt was still alive when her best friend returned from her trip.

"Nah," he answered. "When I thought about it, Sasuke deserves to celebrate. All that jerk does is work and frown. Maybe this party will help him relax, y'know?"

Hinata was silent for a moment, pulling off the stockings from beneath her skirt. "Maybe," she said. Sasuke did seem a bit wound up, but she wasn't one to judge. Seldom did she ever let her hair down either, especially since starting her internship a few weeks ago. She could understand perfectly why Sasuke was so wound up – he was a busy man. Hinata could also see where his friends were coming from as well; it was all out of love. While she didn't doubt that Sasuke would be upset at first, she knew this party might help him relax some, not that she cared or anything.

Hinata frowned as a thought crossed her mind. "Do you really need me to come too?" she asked into the phone.

Naruto sighed. "Yes, I know you and Sasuke aren't the best of friends but you should still come. Besides, it'll be harder for him to yell at me with you there."

The heiress ran her dainty hand through her raven locks; she didn't see why Sasuke would censor himself in front of her. She chewed on her bottom lip a little as the thought of Sasuke hanging around them all night crossed her mind. From what she knew of him, Sasuke wasn't the most social person in the world, she didn't see him laughing it up with anyone or enjoying his party at all. Maybe if she were lucky, Sasuke would be so pissed about the party that he'd kick everyone out of his home and she wouldn't even have to face him at all. The heiress was not looking forward to hanging around him at all, not after what happened last week. Hinata blushed as the memory crossed her mind.

"Okay, I'll be there..." she told him.

"No, I'll pick you up," Naruto interjected. "I can't afford you bailing on me so to ensure that you really do come, I'll pick you up at your house."

Hinata sighed. Perhaps Naruto knew her too well. Hinata probably would have found a reason to cancel just so she wouldn't have to deal with the awkward tension between her and Sasuke. If she could have it her way, she wouldn't have to see Sasuke again until his and Sakura's inevitable wedding. So maybe not for another year or two, by that time Hinata was certain she would have long since gotten over her embarrassment – it would have been a vague memory by then.

"You caught me," she laughed softly into the phone.

She could hear Naruto chuckling on the other end. She smiled too. When she thought of it, Hinata was glad Naruto had asked her to join him at the party, it was kind of like a date. Kind of. Hinata didn't allow herself to dwell on the technicalities, instead, she focused on how happy she felt.

A soft rapping on her door sounded and Hinata turned her attention there. The door cracked open slightly at first but then soon a pair of clear eyes that matched her own appeared in the doorway. Her sister stood there, her raven hair cropped at her chin and her white eyes staring at her hopefully.

"So, I'll see you Friday then," Hinata said into the phone, watching as her sister let herself in, closing the door behind her, caring with her a few bags.

"Hn. Goodnight, Hinata," Naruto said.

"Goodnight, Naruto-kun," Hinata said softly into the phone before ending the call and placing the silver device by her side on the bed.

Hanabi wiggled her brows at her sister, smiling knowingly.

"Shut up," Hinata said, laughing softly at her sister's expression, a light pink dusting her cheeks.

"I wasn't going to say anything," Hanabi insisted, setting the bags down on the ottoman against the foot of Hinata's bed.

"I'm so sure," she said, sliding down from her bed and walking into her bathroom to clean the make up from her face.

When she returned, towel in hand, dabbing at her wet skin, Hanabi had laid out of a few articles of clothing across Hinata's bed. "What's all this stuff?" the heiress asked, setting the towel down.

Hanabi smiled. "Neji-nii brought these for us."

Hinata's brow corked. "Neji is here?"

"Hm. He's in father's office now," Hanabi said, rummaging through the bags and pulling out boxes of jewelery.

Hinata bit at her bottom lip briefly then released it just as soon. They were having another one of their meetings without her, of course. Hinata was beginning to get frustrated. Neji was the clear favorite, why wouldn't her father just give the company to him and be done with everything? Why make her suffer like this? Why make her go through the motions –hiring her as an intern an promising her a position if she did her part. Why do all that when it was obvious, no matter what he said, that he was going to give Hyuuga Enterprises to Neji? At times she thought to just give up and be done with it all but another, more spiteful part of her wanted to rip the company out of Neji's greedy hands. A tick started in her jaw.

Hanabi was too busy "ooing" and "awing" over the trinkets in the bag to notice Hinata's turmoil. Hinata was jealous of her sister at times. Hanabi would never understand the pain in her sister's chest. Never would she have to endure what Hinata did. No one was trying to take what was rightfully Hanabi's. Hanabi could even become whatever she wanted, do what she wanted with her life. Hanabi could be a photographer, a nurse, an interior designer, hell, a stay-at-home-mom if she wanted to. Her life was clean and shinny, the way Hinata saw it. Hanabi didn't know how good she head. Hinata wished she could experience life as Hanabi did, carefree, always smiling, never having a reason to so much as roll her eyes.

Hinata patted her sister's head before walking back into her bathroom to shower.

"Hinata? Where are you going? Come pick out what you want!" Hanabi called from the bedroom.

Hinata turned the knobs in the shower wall, ignoring her sister. Hanabi appeared in the door once again, looking curiously to her sister. "Hey. You alright?" Hanabi asked.

"Yeah," Hinata told her, unbuttoning her blouse. "I'm gonna shower. Do you mind?"

Hanabi stood there for a moment or so, studying her sister's face as she pulled her blouse off and set to work on her skirt. "Y-yeah... I'll leave the stuff on the bed. You can have first pick this time."

Hinata shook her head. "No, you can have it all. I don't need anything." What she meant was she didn't need anything from Neji. What was his deal anyway? Why was he always showering them with gifts as if they didn't have the money to get the same things for themselves? Hinata bit into her bottom lip, cursing her cousin to hell. "I'm really okay, Hanabi," she told her sister, offering her a kind and what she hoped as a sincere smile.

Hanabi nodded her head wordlessly, stepping out and closing the door behind her.

The heiress stood there for a while, the hot water fogging up the mirrors and shower glass. She knew Neji was trying to make peace and she knew that she was being unreasonably bitter but she couldn't fight her feelings. Why did Neji deserve everything she didn't? She never even had a fair chance. Hinata was only five with her uncle died, Neji had been with them since then. From the first week of his arrival Hinata sensed the shift in her house. She had gotten used to sharing the attention and love from her father and the nanny's with Hanabi, but Neji was a boy, the young lord of the manor. Everyone was falling all over themselves to please him. Hanabi didn't experience anything differently since she was the baby, everyone had to pay attention to her. With Neji being new and shinny and Hanabi being the demanding baby, everyone seemed to over look Hinata.

Thinking back, the only person she ever really had to care about her was the one nanny her father hired when she was seven. The heiress tried her best not to think about her, the memory of her leaving her far too much for her to bare. Licking her lips, Hinata

pealed off the rest of her clothing and stepped into her shower, letting the water spray over her. Tomorrow was Thursday, another day for her prove herself at work. This one thing was hers, she told herself. No one, not even perfect Neji, was going to take this from her. Hinata remembered one thing her nanny had taught her; the best things in life where the ones you had to cry over and fight for. Hinata was done with crying so now it was time to fight.

Sasuke sat in his car, waiting outside Naruto's place. The blonde had called him shortly after work, insisting that the two of them watched the big game on Sasuke's big screen television. Sasuke argued with him at first, pushing Naruto into watching it at his own house but the blonde retorted that he simply didn't have the money to pay for the pay-per-view fight. Sasuke sat back in his seat and sighed. Didn't the military pay their soldiers well enough for them to afford such small things? The raven didn't feel much like arguing any further and drove over to the blonde's place after he had gotten off work. He had called when he arrived to alert his friend to his arrival but that was fifteen minutes ago. Now he sat outside in the dark, pissed at his best friend for having him outside waiting. What the hell was he doing in there?

Sasuke had half a mind to storm out and bang on his door, demanding explanations, but just as the thought crossed his mind did the front door open and Naruto walked out. Sasuke sat up, frowning at his friend as he made his way over to the car.

"What the hell is your problem?" Sasuke demanded as the blonde opened the door, sitting himself inside.

Naruto flashed him a guilty smile. "I was on the phone."

Sasuke was pissed. He had him out here for fifteen minutes because he was on the phone? "Get out of my car."

"T-teme! What about the fight?" Naruto asked, looking disappointed.

"Go ask Hinata to watch the fight with you," Sasuke suggested.

"Hinata? Why?" Naruto asked him, looking confused.

Sasuke looked at his friend, sighing and running his hand through his messy black hair. "Isn't that who you were on the phone with? Making me sit out here for so long," Sasuke accused. "Since whatever she had to say was interesting, go continue it at her place."

Naruto smiled guiltily. "It wasn't Hinata," he admitted.

Sasuke opened his mouth to ask who it was if not her since the blonde didn't have many other friends, but then he remembered that he didn't care. "Whatever. Just get out of my car."

"Sasuke!" Naruto shouted. "Look man I'm sorry, whatever. Let's just get to your house and watch the fight. It's starting in twenty minutes."

Sasuke stared at his friend, fighting the urge to force him out himself. If there was anything Sasuke hated most in this world, it was waiting. He should have driven off without the idiot long ago. Why on earth had he even staid as along as he had? "You're a lucky bastard," Sasuke said to him, starting up the engine.

Naruto grinned as the car pulled off. He had almost fucked up. He was sure Karin and Suigetsu would never let him forget it if he ruined the surprise party for them. Then again, if Sasuke had left without him he still would have went home and found them there. The party could have went on. However, he remembered a certain girl would be there waiting for him as well and who knows how mad Hinata would have been with him had she been there and he hadn't shown up. Sasuke was right, Naruto was a lucky bastard. An angry Hinata was not something he hoped to see ever in life.

"Just know that I'm not rushing, I don't care how much of the fight you miss," Sasuke told him, pulling onto the highway towards his home.

Naruto nodded his head. "The first few minutes aren't where the real action is anyway," he told his friend.

Sasuke didn't say anything and the car was silent the entire forty minutes it took for them to get to Sasuke's house. When they were a few blocks away, Naruto took out his phone and sent Karin a text message, alerting her of their arrival. She texted back quickly enough to tell him that everyone was hiding. Satisfied, Naruto slid his phone back into his pocket as the car pulled into the drive way in front of his house.

When the car was parked and turned off, Naruto slid out of the car and followed behind his friend as they reached the front door, chattering on about how amazing the fight was going to be. Sasuke didn't bother humoring his friend. All he wanted to do was get into his house and get the fight over with so he could sleep.

Sasuke pushed open the front door to his house, greeted by the dark and silent interior. He tossed his keys onto the side table by the front door and was shrugging out of his coat when the lights flickered on suddenly.

"SURPRISE!"

Sasuke took a step back, startled by all the people that suddenly appeared in his house, shouting and throwing confetti in his face. Music started in the back ground and he realized everyone was now laughing at his probably shocked expression. He schooled his features quickly and looked around for the culprit in charge of this fiasco. Naruto.

Sasuke turned his glare onto the blonde who was smiling at him guilty. "I promise this was not my idea," Naruto assured him, stepping around his best friend and into the house.

"Congratulations, Sasuke-kun," a woman who he recognized to be a colleague from his old firm said.

"Ah. Thanks," he responded, not really paying her much attention, instead looking around his house at all the familiar and smiling faces.

Everyone looked so happy, happy for him and Sasuke wasn't quite sure how to react to it all. All of his acquaintances were here, not anyone he'd really call a close friend but all assumed him to be their friend. People he had graduated with, colleagues from his old firm, people he knew growing up, a few neighbors were even in attendance. Who the fuck let them all into his house?

Sasuke felt his brows knotting together. Naruto claimed to have not been the mastermind behind this but when he found out who was he was going to kill them.

"Oy! Sasuke, congrats," a voice sounded beside him.

He turned to find a man about his age and height smirked just a bit at him. "Shikamaru, where in the hell did they find you of all people?"

"Ha. Crazy, I know," he said, taking a sip of whatever brown liquor was in his glass.

Sasuke eyed it for a moment. They had been in his shit, taking out glasses and whatnot. He turned to see who else had put their mouths on his crystal glasses. Sensing his discomfort Shikamaru chuckled. "Relax, I'm the only one using one, everyone else is using the standard red cup."

Sasuke cocked his brow. "So what? You're special or something?"

"Or something," he responded, taking another sip from his glass. "Anyway, when I heard you landed such a huge deal I had to drop by and congratulate you."

"Hn," Sasuke grunt, still ticked off about there being so many, uninvited guests, in his home.

"Hinata was telling me more about the project and I'm really impressed," Shikamaru said to Sasuke, distracting him from all thoughts of killing Naruto.

Sasuke's brow quirked at the mention of his acquaintance. How would she know – ? Then his eyes landed on her. She was wore a hot pink blazer with gold buttons, a white flowing blouse and a pair of dark blue jeans, a pair of strappy nude sandals clasped around her feet and making her just a few inches taller. Sasuke noticed the wavy dark tresses of her hair which was odd to him considering how she normally wore it straight... Funny, he hadn't noticed her there before... "What are you doing here?"

The look on her face seemed to be a mixture of surprise and hurt and instantly Sasuke realized his mistake. He merely meant, what was she doing with Shikamaru; he didn't know the two were acquainted – he didn't mean to insinuate that she shouldn't have been in his house. He opened his mouth to explain but her facial expression changed quicker than he would have suspected. She smiled that annoyingly pleasant smile of hers and Sasuke knew she was ready to feed him some bullshit that he didn't want to hear.

"Naruto invited me actually," she started off, appearing unfazed by his rude comment. "I ran into Shikamaru here and we began catching up; I was just telling him about The Lily project."

"Ah..." Sasuke responded, studying her face for some sort of hint towards what she was really thinking. She was like a blank wall, blocking anyone from seeing what was behind it, not that Sasuke was one to complain. It just pissed him off that she took shit from everyone, not bothering to get mad when it was appropriate. Sasuke knew it was "unladylike" for an heiress like herself to blow up on people but fuck, wasn't she tired of being so fucking nice all the time? Sasuke was no glutton for punishment but damn it he wanted to know he at least affected her in some way. The raven decided instantly to ignore any thoughts on why that might be.

He watched as she sipped something out of the red cup she held in her hand. Really, when had she even gotten there? One minute he was talking to Shikamaru and the next she was standing beside him looking even more annoying than usually. A memory of her invaded his mind and Sasuke couldn't help but to envision her hunched over, pulling up Hello Kitty panties and staring at him with wide opal eyes. She must have known what he was thinking because a shade of pink dusted across her cheeks. Sasuke smirked in satisfaction.

"I'm gonna refill my glass," Shikamaru announced, breaking the silence between the three of them and making his way towards Sasuke's bar.

Sasuke and Hinata were left alone in the sea of people that crowded his home but to Hinata they were truly alone. The heiress took a large gulp from her red-cup, the alcohol burning the back of her throat but she didn't seem to mind.

"I should go find Naruto," she said, licking her lips and looking nervously about the crowd of people.

"Why?"

Hinata shot him a quick glance before taking another nervous sip from her cup. "I'm here with him," she responded, her voice soft.

"Doesn't seem like he's too concerned," Sasuke said, jerking his chin in the blonde's direction across the room.

Hinata followed his lead and turned her gaze to Naruto who was busy yapping on the phone, one hand over his ear to block out the loud noise of the party. Her opal eyes watched as he walked towards the kitchen and let himself out the sliding doors and onto the patio. The heiress took another sip. She would kill Naruto. Because of him she was placed in the exact situation she wanted to avoid; being trapped in awkward conversation with Sasuke.

"Excuse me," Hinata said, walking away with her cup in hand.

Good, Sasuke thought. Perhaps she was going to give Naruto the verbal lashing he deserved. Sasuke didn't really care too much but he knew his friend wasn't giving the heiress the kind of attention she deserved. However, when he thought of it, he wasn't quite sure what their relationship was. Clearly, they were more than just friends and if Naruto wasn't such an ass he'd do something about it.

Sasuke watched her walk away, forgetting for a moment his anger at his friends for inviting all these people into his home. He watched as she paused by the kitchen, staring out into the sliding door and at the patio were Naruto stood. She hesitated a while longer before giving up all together and disappearing down the hallway.

"So, tell me more about the hotel, when does production start?" a voice asked by his ear.

Sasuke figured it was Shikamaru but currently his mind was else where and he couldn't be bothered to entertain any of his questions. "Excuse me for a moment," Sasuke said as he began walking the same path Hinata had taken.

He found himself walking down the dark hallway where Hinata had entered. There were a few doors, one leading to the den, another to his office and the final one to the main floor powder room. The door was slightly ajar with light spilling out onto the dark floor of the hall. Sasuke tapped his knuckles against the door a few times awaiting a response.

"Just a minute..." a soft voice called from the other side.

Deciding he didn't care to wait, Sasuke let himself in, closing the door behind him and trapping the heiress inside with him.

Hinata's eyes widened as she stared at Sasuke's reflection in the mirror, a soft gasp escaping her lips.

"Wh-what are you doing in here?!" she demanded, her cheeks turning dark pink as she spun around to face him. "I could have been on the toilet!"

"But you weren't," Sasuke reasoned, leaning back against the wall behind him.

Hinata hissed. "But I could have been!"

"It's not like I'd be seeing anything I hadn't before."

Hinata paused, her face a dark red as the memory of him walking in on her in Sakura's bedroom crossed her mind for the millionth time since it happened. Embarrassed and angry, the heiress did something she never done before to anyone; she raised her hand and slapped him across his face, his cheek burning red where her hand had been.

Sasuke flinched at the contact, not expecting her hit him at all. He stared down at the heiress, marveling in the way her white eyes clouded and her brows knotted together in anger. She might have been more threatening had it not been for the tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks.

"You're such a jerk," she hissed at him, unable to stop herself now, wiping the corners of her eyes carefully with the back of her knuckles.

"Hn. I'm a jerk, but at least I'm not a pussy," he quipped earning himself a another gasp from the princess.

"What did you call m-me?" she demanded, staring up at him with hard as diamond eyes.

"A pussy."

"I am not a p-pussy..." she countered, struggling to even say the word.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," she answered, sticking her chin out in defiance.

"Then why are you so afraid to confront Naruto, you're obviously not happy," Sasuke challenged her.

Hinata's face flamed once again, her heart pounding in her chest. "Wh-what are you even talking about?"

Sasuke scoffed, shaking his head and looking away a moment. "Cut the shit, Hyuuga."

Hinata frowned. Her name never sounded so filthy in anyone's mouth before. "You cut the sh-shit," she challenged back. "Get out of my way."

"Are you going to talk to Naruto?"

Hinata gaped at him. "How is this any of your business?"

She had a good question, Sasuke supposed, but they weren't talking about him. He shrugged his shoulders. "Answer my question."

"You answer mine."

Sasuke smirked. If she could stand up to him like this then why couldn't she stand up to Naruto? It was getting annoying watching the two of them skate around one another, neither one pushing the other to establish anything. He knew Naruto was clueless and would never make anything official unless Hinata said something and just by looking at her tonight it was clear Hinata would never say anything either. She would more than likely just let it eat her up all the while denying anything was wrong, even to herself. Sasuke didn't know why it bothered him so much but it did.

"Not if you don't answer mine first."

Hinata sucked at her teeth and rolled her eyes, looking away from him. "No wonder Sakura – "

"No wonder Sakura what?" Sasuke demanded, inching closer to her.

Hinata shook her head, swallowing past the lump that lodged itself in her throat. "Nothing."

Sasuke stared down at her hard, a tick starting in his jaw. "Pussy."

Hinata snapped her head in his direction, white eyes narrowed into slits at this point. "I said no wonder Sakura can't stand you half the time! You're the most frustrating person I've ever had the displeasure of being acquainted with!"

"What?"

"Y-you heard me," she responded, turning her gaze away from him.

Sasuke inched closer, placing his hands on either side of her and on top of the sink, trapping her between his arms.

"I want to hear you say it again," Sasuke urged, her voice deeper than Hinata had remembered it being.

She kept her mouth shut, refusing to give him what he wanted. She heard a rumbling in his throat which sounded vaguely similar to laughter. She turned her opal gaze to him and was immediately trapped by his onyx one, unable to look away. The heiress studied the handsome planes of his face, his straight nose and full pink lips. She noticed the dark slants of hair above even darker eyes which were framed with matching dark lashes. Her clear gaze slid over his face once more before settling on his lips, her cheeks pinking as she realized where her thoughts were headed.

"Say it..." he insisted, his voice softer now.

Hinata felt her heart beating wildly in her chest, threatening to rip out of her ribcage if she didn't somehow calm herself down. She blinked a few times, forcing herself to look away from his lips and his eyes. She breathed out slowly from her mouth, funny how she hadn't noticed when her lips parted slightly or even when his hand weaved it's way into her wavy black locks.

"You're the most frustrating person I've e-ever had the displeasure –"

Sasuke dipped his head down and swallowed her words with his mouth. Their lips meshed together and silence fell between them. For a while neither moved and Hinata certainly didn't breathe. Her mind was blank, all she could think of were the warm, soft lips against hers. It was nice, more than nice even. She breathed through her nose and allowed her eyes to drift shut, pressing her lips to his firmly, a silent demand for more. Satisfied with her reaction, Sasuke tightened his grip on her hair, holding her face to his and testing her lips with his own, feeling her out. She was tentative at first but eventually relaxed, pressing herself up against him and parting her lips just slightly, inviting him for more. Sasuke accepted, wrapping his other arm around her waist and holding her close as his tongue slipped past her lips to find her own and when it did he was pleased by the tiny sound that emitted from her throat and into his.

The two were wrapped up in each other for longer than any of them really knew. Hinata's heart was pounding in her chest but she didn't allow it to stop her. She was kissing Sasuke and she – her thoughts drifted. She was kissing Sasuke. Her eyes fluttered open and she pushed at his chest with a start, effectively separating their lips from one another. Hinata stared up at him, swallowing past the lump that found it's way back into her throat.

He stared back at her, neither one of them really sure of what to say to the other. Sasuke released her, stepping away and pressing his back into the wall behind her. Her opal eyes were wide and unsure, slender fingers touching brushing against her red lips. "Sasuke-san..." she breathed.

It was his turn to swallow. He wanted to kiss her again, he realized. Her blazer was rumpled just slightly and her wavy hair looked wild; her cheeks were flushed and her lips were parted. Sasuke told himself he ought to wait for her to say something before he tried kissing her again.

She looked down at her feet then back up at him, running her dainty hands through her hair and settling her dark tresses until they were presentable again.

"I – " she started off, shaking her head a little.

Sasuke watched her struggle with herself for a few moments, shaking her head a few more times before stepping tentatively around him and leaving him alone in his powder room with nothing to look at but his reflection in the mirror. He swallowed and cursed himself.

Hinata spilled out into the hallway, her heart racing at impressive speeds. She kept shaking her head, forcing herself not to think of Sasuke and the kiss they shared in his cramped powder room. Why would he kiss her? Hinata stomped her way back to the party, relieved to hear the loud music and cheers – perhaps that could drown out her thoughts.

She found herself by the bar, pouring herself yet another drink and taking large gulps out of the red-cup. She would drink herself so drunk that she would forget the entire night – perfect. The heiress steadied herself and walked around, opal eyes searching for Naruto to take her home or anywhere. She needed to get out of Sasuke's house.

It wasn't long before she spotted him, it was hard to miss his blonde moppy hair. Hinata pushed her way through the sea of people, careful not to spill her drink as she sipped hastily.

"N-Naruto-kun !" she exclaimed when his figured came into view. "Please, I want to go – "

"Hinata!"

The heiress blinked as long, lean arms threw themselves around her neck, pulling her flush against a solid frame. The smell of ginger and honey invaded her nostrils. "Sakura?" she whispered.

The pinkette released her smiled happily at her best friend, not noticing the distress in her eyes. Her pink tresses were cropped at her shoulders, no longer did the magenta locks spill down her back; Hinata noticed immediately. Her green eyes were shimmering thanks to the brown and gold eyes shadow that decorated her lids. A nude gloss was smeared over the model's full lips that stretched into a heavenly smile. She wore a nude mini dress that hugged her athletic figure and gold sandals and matching bracelets and earrings.

"Hinata you look amazing!" the model announced, standing back to admire her friend's appearance. "I love what you did to your hair."

The heiress still wasn't sure how she felt about the pinkette's short do. "You hacked your hair off, Sakura," Hinata said instead, oogling her.

Sakura wiggled her brows. "Isn't it amazing? It's a lot more freeing I think, liberating."

Hinata bobbed her head. "Yeah."

Then she remembered why she was there. "Naruto – "

The blonde groaned, looking over Hinata's head at someone behind her. "Fuck. He found me," he swore, his blonde eyes dodging about for a quick exit.

"Let's leave then," Hinata insisted, turning her head to find Sasuke stalking towards them.

"Why? I just got here," Sakura pouted.

Hinata looked to her best friend. Sakura wasn't supposed to be home until Sunday afternoon, she had plans to pick her up at the airport even. What was she doing home so early? The pinkette must have heard her thoughts because she answered; "The shoot ended early. I got an email announcing the party and there was no way I could miss this."

Hinata bobbed her head in understanding. "There he is," Sakura said under her breath, preparing herself to see Sasuke.

The raven on the other hand looked less pleased to see her, especially surrounded by the two people he suspected wanted to see him least of all. Walking towards them, he allowed Sakura to pull him into an embrace, pressing her lips to his in a familiar kiss. It was strange, Sasuke realized as she pulled back from him, her green eyes smiling.

"Congratulations, Sasuke," she said to him, smiling a little.

Something was odd in her expression, she wasn't nearly as good at hiding her feelings as she might have thought she was. Sasuke really wasn't in the mood to deal with whatever it was that was bothering her, he was already in a bad mood, he didn't need Sakura's problems to add to his stress. He thought to leave her alone but he knew he'd be in for a fight at some point if he didn't ask her now. He opened his mouth to do so but then it hit him.

"Shit..." he mumbled.

"Yeah..." she said softly.

"I meant to tell you, Sakura," he started, looking for a way out the mess he had made for himself. "It just slipped my mind."

"Something like this slipped your mind? Something this big?" she accused him.

She wasn't wrong for it either. Of course she deserved to be pissed at him.

Hinata swallowed hard as she watched the two bicker. It became clear to her that the kiss she and Sasuke shared moments ago was something she would have to keep to herself. There was no way she could tell the pinkette what happened. Judging by the look of them now, they were already on the outs and telling her this would only make things worse. Sasuke made Sakura happy and even though they were struggling now didn't mean that they wouldn't be able to pick up the pieces later. Sakura was her greatest friend in the entire world and she didn't want anything to get in the way of her happiness, not even herself.

The heiress downed the rest of her drink in one gulp, allowing her thoughts to haze over. "Naruto-kun," she said softly, tugging at the blonde's sleeve. He looked down at her, almost surprised to see her there. Hinata's fogging brain couldn't quite process his reaction and left it alone all together. "Take me home now?"

Naruto nodded, taking her by her elbow and stirring her through the crowd, leaving their friends to fight. The blonde snatched up his best friend's car keys in order to drop her home.

That night, Hinata emptied her stomach in the passenger seat of Sasuke's car.

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