Title: Speak Up
Disclaimer: I'm not entirely sure if Sasuke and Hinata have even officially met in the series.
Rating: PG-13 ( T ) – Cause it's about to turn pervy.
Spoilers: Umm...I guess I've given away that Sakura becomes a medic-nin, does that count?

Warnings: Some rather...crude pickup lines are forthcoming in the chapter. If you're as innocent and pure as the newly fallen snow, you probably won't get any of them anyway. If you have the full series of Iccha-Iccha Paradise, than you'll probably enjoy them. If you're somewhere in between, then I'm very sorry for my warped sense of humor.

Summary: Naruto shook her off and confronted Sasuke again, "Not until he apologizes and promises to leave Hinata-chan alone!" SasuHinaNaru.

After much anticipation...

Chapter 11: Call Me – Phase Two

Brrring!

"Comphing!"

Brrring!

"I'm coming! Don't hang up!" Hinata shouted, removing the damp towel from the wet, tangled mess of hair falling haphazardly around her face and shoulders. She dropped the piece of wet terrycloth to the floor as she dove onto her bed, reaching for the phone laying out of its cradle on her nightstand.

Brrring!

Hinata grasped for the phone and, finally managing to clasp her slippery hand around the device, pulled it towards her. Depressing the button branded with the word 'talk,' the heiress brought the phone up to her ear and, holding up the powder blue towel wrapped around her body with her free hand, answered the call in her usual polite tone. "Hello, Hyuuga r-residence. Hinata s-speaking."

"Is this the lady of the house...?" a soft, vaguely heated voice on the other end of the line replied.

"Um...y-yes," Hinata agreed, having never mastered the ability to lie to unwanted callers. Because of this deficiency she had once accidentally ordered almost 60,000 yen worth of magazines (the worst part of the entire incident being that she didn't even read magazines). ( 1 ) "H-how can I help you?"

"I'm doing a survey," the voice replied, deepening in timbre until it seemed to purr. "Would you mind answering a few questions for me?"

"I don't m-mind," Hinata agreed, rolling over onto her back to stare at the white ceiling and the fan swirling above her. She combed her fingers through her wet hair, spreading it across her pillow to let it dry more effectively, and worked hard to suppress the memories that had forced her to start using her home bath instead of her preferred public one. Luckily, the phone call provided an adequate distraction. "P-please, continue."

"How tall are you on your knees?"

Hinata thought about it for a second, focusing more on the extracting the fingers she had caught in a snare while pulling them through her dark locks. "Um...I don't know. I think...about f-four feet?"

There was a silent pause on the line which caused Hinata to wonder whether or not anyone was still there or not.

Wriggling her fingers free at last, she called out to the person on the other end of the line. "H-hello...?"

"Ahem," the person coughed to ensure Hinata that he was still there. "Have...have you ever played leap frog?"

"Yes," she admitted, though it had never been one of her favorite games; somehow, she always ended up with her face planted in the ground.

"Naked?"

It was Hinata's turn to pause. Sitting straight up on her bed, her hair falling in thick chunks down her back, she stammered "E-excuse me?"

"Nothing," the voice replied quickly, dropping the smooth, oily purr for the moment. When the person spoke again, he had re-adopted the strange, off-putting tone. "Did you know that there are 256 bones in your body?"

Scooting backwards to lean her mostly bare back against her headboard, Hinata tried vainly to ignore the unsettling feeling swelling in her chest. She answered honestly, though she wasn't sure what would come of it. "No, I d-didn't."

"Would you like one more?"

Hinata didn't quite understand what the caller meant by that question, but the unsettled feeling intensified all the same, making her feel slightly nauseous. There was something just...not...right about this 'survey.' "I d-don't know what you mean...How could I f-fit another b-bone in my b-body?"

Holding the phone far away from her ear, Hinata stared at the receiver with bewilderment at the caller's sudden coughing fit. When he seemed to have calmed down again, she replaced the earpiece back in its proper position. "A-are you alr-right?"

"Fine," the voice replied. "Just one more question."

"O-okay..."

"Do you mind if I stare at you up close or do I have to stand outside your window all day?"

CRASH!

The handset phone broke into several pieces as it collided with the door on the far side of the room. Amidst the fractured pieces of plastic, the sound of a steady dial tone could be heard, proving severance of Hinata's connection with the frightening caller.

A soft breeze rustling her superficially dry hair caused Hinata to jump and look towards one of several of her bedroom windows, which was fully open to allow the mild autumn sunlight in.

Too scared to activate her Byakugan and determine for certain whether or not there was a stranger leering inside from out, Hinata grasped her bath towel firmly between both of her hands and ran panicked from the room.

Footnotes:

( 1 ) 60,000 yen approximately 500 US dollars.

The best (or perhaps worst) part about this chapter is that I've FINALLY gotten an outlet to make fun of my friend in (aside from the usual mockery, anyway). That's right; a friend of mine ACTUALLY bought nearly $500 worth of magazines from a telemarketer. And, no, she doesn't read magazines. Luckily, her mother managed to get her out of it. Hehe...

Authors Notes: I'll bet y'all thought I'd forgotten, didn't you? Well, I didn't, I just haven't been up to writing for the last couple of months. I got through exams, went to the beach, had a month-long visit from Nic and started a summer job so I guess you could say I was distracted. But, sensing my summer break coming to a close at last, I decided to start writing again. If I'm lucky I can get this story finished before (or soon after) the start of the semester and start working on something else n.n

Btw, this chapter (and the one previous) was based on an actual creepy phone call I received first semester of my sophomore year, though, obviously, the details have been changed. Real life stuff makes for the best writing, doesn't it?

Also, I'm very sorry if this chapter is unsatisfactory; got to get back into the swing of things, don'tchaknow. I fully intend to do better next time n.n

As per my former standard, this chapter is un-beta'd.

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– Love can be black and white. SasuHina.