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Hinata and Sasuke now sat on his chestnut leather couch. It was the only thing in the room, since Sasuke had long taken all the old blood stained furnishings away. Clearing his throat, Sasuke asked Hinata what exactly she needed help with, pen ready to jot down anything on a spiral pad mounted upon his clear blue clipboard.

Now wearing a set of Sasuke's spare clothes, she was decked out in his usual outfit, the navy blue T-shirt and white shorts since Sasuke claimed he couldn't even bear looking at her when she sported her pink T-shirt. Befuddled, Hinata had no choice but to change because he said if she refused, he wouldn't help her. Sasuke inwardly grinned, the girl was already wrapped around his finger, but for now, it was time to for fill his end of the bargain.

"Uh... I-I w-want t-to b-be S-Sakura."

He cocked his brow, and glared at her, obviously unimpressed with her answer.

"I know that. What do you want me to do? Wave my magic senbon and send you to the fairy ball?"

"U-um... N-no... b-but I-I thought y-you'd k-know S-sakura better than me..."

He rubbed his temple, making little circle motions. Hinata's spirit shrunk, the little voice in her head wailing at her inability to answer the grumpy Sasuke before her.

"Ok. Let me ask a few questions, since you are getting nowhere!" His volume went from threateningly soft to ear burstingly loud. This scared Hinata and she grabbed a nearby cushion to hide behind.

"What was your list for? And why was my name in it."

She spoke from behind the cushion, all Sasuke could see were her legs and the top of her head. Though he wouldn't admit it, he liked seeing Hinata wear his clothes, and it annoyed him further that she had to hide to be calm enough to speak with logic.

"I w-wrote d-down the things I t-thought S-Sakura-san w-would do..."

Sasuke smirked, she got the talk loud and hit people part right. The stutter she could do without. Sasuke chuckled, wear revealing clothing. On Hinata's part, Sakura's standards must've been fairly low. Hinata's head popped out from behind the cushion cautiously, curious about what Sasuke had laughed at.

"Hn. Some of the things on this list are valid, but why didn't you ask around first? You're a ninja, use tactics. I'm sure you could've gotten something from Naruto and Lee."

"I-I did t-try... b-but I g-got nervous a-and ran a-away from N-Naruto..."

Sasuke snorted. He thrust his clipboard towards her, she squealed and scrambled away.

"Take it, you'll need it."

"W-why S-Sasuke-san?"

"You're going to ask anyone who has links with Sakura what they know about her. You'll practice talking loud, and losing your stutter. If necessary, you may hit them."

She took the clipboard, biting her lower lip flashing glances at Sasuke every now and then. He snorted, yes he had that effect on the female gender.

"S-Sasuke-san..."

Sasuke knew what was coming, it was always the same, kiss me, hug me, go out on a date with me... He snorted again.

"W-Why do y-you always m-make p-pig noises?"

He hit the floor, eye twitching violently. Hinata cried out, and got off the couch kneeling besides him, profusely apologizing and offering jars of medical ointment that she always seemed to carry around regardless of any situation. He pushed her out of the way before standing up and telling her to get on with the task he'd assigned her.

"C-can you b-be my f-first?"

Sasuke recovered from his shock at being criticized and smirked. Everyone wanted him to be their first. As expected of last Uchiha, the Sasuke Uchiha, an avenger, 1# uber sexy Konoha bachelor. Hinata, still sprawled on the floor looked up at him confused. He had his eyes closed, a satisfied smirk plastered on his face and seemed to be nodding. 'Maybe he hit his head harder than I thought...'

After a few minutes of misunderstanding, Hinata was finally ready with her clipboard and Sasuke had realized she wanted him to be her first interviewee, not whatever he thought before... Never the less Sasuke was ready for the interrogation about Sakura, his pride sporting a few purple bruises.

"E-eh.. W-what does S-sasuke-san know a-about S-Sakura-san?"

"Louder."

"W-W-WHAT d-does SAsuKE-S-SAN KNOW a-about S-SAKURA-S-SAN!"

"Less stutter."

It went on like that for another 15 minutes before Hinata had managed to ask the question with only one or two stutters and at an audible volume.

"W-What does Sasuke-san knows a-about Sakura-san?"

Sasuke nodded in approval, silently praising himself for his brilliant work. His improved piece of work looked up at him, waiting for an answer.

"Well, her hair is pink, I hate that colour. She has this really annoying voice that gives me a headache, sometimes I want to use those rings on her clothes as aiming practice and she always says 'Cha' either at the beginning or end of her sentence, It drives me insane.."

"S-Sasuke-san, t-this is not about you..."

Sasuke twitched, another big, purple bruise welling up on his already battered pride. Curious at Sasuke's sudden silence, Hinata leaned forward, waving her hand in front of his face, He did nothing. Maybe he'd had a concussion, she checked his pupils, leaning in closer, she tried to find his pupils.

The table light was behind him, so that proved no use. She squinted, searching through that bottomless pit of ebony black... No. No pupils apparent. She squealed when he suddenly leapt back.

Recomposing himself, Sasuke coughed a few times, trying to clear his mind of the fog that had seemed to clog it up. Brushing the invisible dirt of him self Sasuke led Hinata to the door and told her to find other people to interview.

Once she'd gone, he slammed the door, pressing his back against it, he slid to floor, his cloud of angst raging a lightning storm behind the calm facade. The cogs in his brilliant mind turning, he went through the facts. She'd insulted his pride, everything she said was absolutely innocent, no flirtatious behaviour what so ever, she'd made fun of his cool dismissive attitude... Snorting... He shivered at the comparison she'd made between him and a dirty fat pig... She did not fawn and she'd actually pushed him over, he came to one conclusion. This girl was different... And it was messing with his perfect perfect mind.

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A/N Sasuke is a little nutty in this chapter, I suppose it's because he's never really had to work hard on getting a girls attention, and Hinata being so Sasuke oblivious jams a spanner in the works for him. Poor Sasuke, fat ego got a bit of a workout there. Any requests? More spacing, longer chapters? Holidays just started, so throw something at me! I'll take a swing :p. Mind you, I am hopeless at softball or eye hand co ordination.. Review please?