Hinata fluttered around the kitchen. He leaned over the counter and sighed. She was still irritated with him, and no amount of physical attention was going to change her mind on the subject today. She set tea in front of him and continued her work. He noticed that his kitchen was more filled with dishes she had brought than were his. He didn't know what half of them were, but she made delicious food with them, so he wasn't complaining. She could claim his entire house if she kept coming.

The knock on the door came similar to the one before, firm, but this time it was not an angry pound.

They stared at each other and looked over to the door, both wondering, A, who it could be, and B, who should answer it.

Hinata wiped her hands and came around the counter to open the door lightly. "Hanabi-chan?" She squeaked.

He had never met the younger Hyuga, and Hinata's descriptions were always kind, so he was surprised to see the little ball of attitude that stood with her arms crossed at her door. "Can I come in?" She demanded.

Hinata seemed at a loss and looked back at him. He flicked his head, indicating them both to join him.

The short, thin ninja was a smaller version of her cousin with shorter hair and a rounder face. She didn't look like Hinata at all, especially with the glare her eyes held.

She wasted no time with casualties. "What are your intentions with my sister?" She asked bluntly.

He raised his eyebrows. Hinata looked frantically panicked behind the teen. He glanced at her. "I find her the only person worth knowing in this village." He answered flatly, locking eyes back with her. "I plan to keep her around as long as she keeps coming."

They glared at each other harshly until she nodded and turned, walking directly back out the door, closing it with a light slam.

Hinata squeaked and jumped. "What!?"

Sasuke smirked. "I like her."

His wife nodded with a frown on her brow. "She can be..."

"Blunt?" Sasuke filled.

"Rude," Hinata answered. She hoped that she had learned to keep to curb that as heir, or she was going to put herself in a lot of unneeded disagreements.

"The kid was checking up on you. She does that now and again, never stays long, but she usually has a point to make. We'll probably see her before long, actually." He looked up at the calendar.

"Why did she do that anyway?" She asked, fidgeting with fabric over his knee.

"She wanted to gauge if I was worth your attention. You came back the next day with a confused look after speaking with her and told me that she quote 'gave her blessing.'"

"You don't mean..." She turned red and shrank.

"Yeah, at the time, we weren't thinking about it that way, but I think that was her intention." Hinata could die of embarrassment, her sister trying to marry her off. Then again, she hadn't shown any interest in any other guy other than Naruto, and Hanabi did not like him. So it could just be that her little sister trusted her judgment and was excited that she had found someone who actively made her happy. She would have to ask her.

She snatched up her notebook and wrote notes about the two.

Sasuke watched her elegantly scribble down her notes and took a second to wonder if he should send for the little brat or let her come. Either way, he was sure he would hear from her harshly. It would either be, 'I'll come when I feel is best' or 'why didn't you send that she was well enough to be seen.' Either way, he lost.

Hinata ran her eyes over her notes. The book became heavy with her notes. He glanced through it now and then, she didn't seem to mind, but she did blush when she knew she had written something about him. His name had gathered a few more adjectives: warm, thoughtful, not a fan of sweets, likes tomatoes, not a cook, tempered, okay with closeness, etc...

He found the little thoughts that filled the page she had delegated to him made him hopeful. She quickly erased one about their bath. He could barely read what she wrote over, but it still amused him that he thought it and was embarrassed enough to take it out.

"How did we get engaged?" She asked, seemingly catching sight of her rings as she paused to look at them.

"Well, that's when your cousin comes back into the story."

Sasuke wondered if Hinata would hate him for putting exploding tags on his door for anyone who knocked that hard and annoyingly.

He opened the door and was pushed aside as the male flew past him.

"Well, she didn't teach you any manners," Sasuke grumbled.

"Is she here?" Neji looked around the main room and leaned into the kitchen.

Sasuke then noticed the rather uncomfortable lock to his shoulders, his brow raised. "No, why?"

Neji huffed, pressing his fingers to his temple, furrowing his brow. "Clan… things. She left after… a talk with her father, and I thought she would come here first."

Sasuke tensed, realizing the weight of the situation. "What kind of clan things." He growled.

Neji gave an annoyed fidget and slammed his hand flat to the counter. "I… shouldn't tell you. However, I believe the conversation included something about Hinata-sama's usefulness as a figure piece." Neji danced around the point.

"Meaning." Sasuke bellowed.

"She is a female of high status." Neji bit through his teeth.

Sasuke's eyes turned dark. "You mean they are thinking of marrying her off."

Neji's lips came into a line. "Just thinking about it. I know for a fact Hanabi-sama would never let it happen, and right now, they don't want to upset her as she will be leading soon. I believe her father found a way to make a point. He does not find her..." Neji looked away, uncomfortable with insulting his clan head. "The point is, she was upset when she left, and if she's not here, I must find her."

"Then go to the market or stay awhile. She will be here shortly." Sasuke huffed, annoyed he was going to have to sit with the prick.

"What?" He asked, bewildered.

"When she's upset, she doesn't always come straight here. She'll go to the market and then comes to make me something she knows I'll like," Sasuke explained. He could feel both of their chests fall in the truth in why she did it. So at least someone would appreciate her.

True to his statement, after a short while of shared awkward silence between the two males, a light knock came to the door before she let herself in. She looked surprised at the extra company.

"Nii-san?" She asked as Sasuke took the bags from her hands.

"I wanted to make sure you were okay." He told her truthfully with his eyes down.

She frowned and frantically looked to Sasuke as he rejoined her. "It's not the first time he's said it." She admitted leaning on Sasuke.

"He's wanted to pawn you off before," Sasuke growled.

"I don't think he means it. It's him expressing my place." She whimpered.

"You're an heiress. Just because you will not be head does not mean you should be threatened with political marriage," Neji stated coldly.

Sasuke quickly decided in his head, it wasn't a good decision, but once he had thought it, he was set.

He was going to visit her father.