Stretching like a cat, she smiled at the warm sunlight that danced on her face, turning the place behind her eyelids a heavy orange colour. She sighed, enjoying the fresh soothing scent of cinnamon and pine… Strange combination but it sure smelled good… which was strange, because her sheets never smelled like cinnamon and pine. Her eyes flying open, it became obvious to her that she certainly wasn't in her own home, or bed, or clothes…
"Morning firefly." She yelped, her first instinct to hide under the blanket that was not her own.
"W-w-who's t-there?" A deep voice laughed.
"The fairy king." She whimpered. Whoever this guy was, he sure was loopy.
"Come on Hinata, you have plenty of stuff to do today. Considering you only finished 50 of the first tasks, and it was sort of my fault we ended up here, I bringing you breakfast in bed and you hiding from me under the blanket, I've decided with much consideration, to give you an extension." Cautiously she gathered the blanket into a bundle, so she could see the world through a tiny hole that she'd left space for. A dark pupil appeared and stared straight back at her.
"Morning Hinata-chan." Throwing the blankets off, she took in a fresh breathe of air.
"S-Sasuke-san! You s-scared me!" He smirked, handing her a small flat board where he could set down all the plates.. Well, more like a large flat desk, with a buffet to boot. Hinata stared watery eyed at all the glorious food, just salivating at all the food laid out before her, it was the closest thing to paradise until she actually scooped some into her mouth and chewed. Gagging with her eyes watering for an utterly different reason she managed to choke out a few accusing words.
"S-Sa-suke! W-what on e-earth i-is t-this?!"
He looked hurt, briefly, and then receded back into being the distant brooding child that he usually was.
"Fine. My cooking needs work, I figured you'd be able to take it, Sakura can, you can too."
Hinata spat the rest of the 'food' into a tissue, one from a near by tissue box, Sasuke's mood brightened a miniscule amount. He could still do some things right when it came to taking care of a Hinata with flu.
"I d-don't believe you Sasuke-san. No one, a-and I mean no one could bear to eat this gunk."
His mood darkened considerably.
"I eat it everyday." He huffed.
"b-but yo -you're - you're S-Sasuke!" He cocked an eyebrow. Was that a compliment or not?
"Fine. I'll prove it. Get up, we're paying that annoying pink girl a visit." She barely had enough time to button up her pyjamas before Sasuke had yanked her out of bed, grabbing a curious carpet bag, he headed for that place Sakura would always be, Hinata in tow, just managing to slip on the clothes she'd worn yesterday, before the front door nearly snapped her toes off.
Hinata made a mental list of things to do:
: Bring a video camera.
: Laugh at Sakura
: Steal some of her clothes
: See what she smelled like
: Take some more notes
Hinata sighed, seemed the plan wasn't going to be as straight forward as she'd hoped. Already Shikamaru's words were being reconstructed into something like, steal Sakura's clothes, do Sasuke-sama's silly missions, and avoid Sasuke's cooking, yet somewhere among all this mess were get Naruto's attention, which sadly had not made any progress, nor gotten off the ground yet.
Speeding along, the people became a blur, yet the puzzled looks and wary glances shot at them weren't missed. Past the Hokage tower… the academy… even the ramen stand, where Hinata swore she saw a head of blonde pop out and squint at them. She sighed, thing's were getting no where at all.
Naruto had been happily sucking in ramen, eyes just happy lines, mouth like a squiggly cat mouth. He caught a glimpse of navy blue and turned around, cheeks bulging with food to yell at Sasuke-teme!!
His voice was caught in his throat before he could yell anything offensive at his block of ice friend, partly because of the ramen and partly because his slit like cat eyes had sworn he'd seen two Sasuke-temes… He frowned, wondering if maybe too much of good thing like ramen could've possibly affected his mental health or optical health. Nah… So he continued to eat.
Hinata sighed, well at least she got his attention briefly, and for some unintended reason, anything was good enough for her. Yeah…
They slowed to stop, coming to a rather peculiar house with the bricks painted pink and green. Sasuke grimaced and pressed the door buzzer inner. Hinata squinted, shielding her eyes with the arm that wasn't clasped tightly by Sasuke's hand, the colours just a little too much for a person who'd lived with white walls all her life.
"WHO IS IT?" Sasuke growled, trying as much as he could to brace himself for the voice that would soon be louder and right in his ear.
"SASUKE! I RECOGNISE YOUR GROWL ANYWHERE!" There was a buzz and a click and they walked into an even more peculiar looking hall. Every square inch of its wall packed with mirrors of different shapes and sizes. Sasuke took no notice of the hundreds of other Sasuke's that walked along side him, Hinata 'eep'ed, then realized with shame that she'd been frightened of her own reflection.
Perhaps it was the different clothing, it made her look a lot less 'huggy', as Kiba called her, more intimidating, taller even! Infact, it did make her look quite slim, and like second nature, she twisted her body to check out her own ass, wondering if her butt looked big or not.
Sasuke sighed, the changes were subtle but slowly, the moon pixie beside him was turning more and more into that banshee Sakura. Dammit Sakura, you go and screw up the most favourable girl in the village. Suddenly the mentioned girl sprung up in every mirror and Hinata shrieked, digging her face into Sasuke's side to hide from the pinkness.
"Sasuke-kun! And is that Hinata? Hi Hinata-chan!"
Hinata muffled out a sound and Sasuke stayed silent.
"Well, this way then!"
She led them to the living room, and they took a seat on the sofa. Sasuke plonked the curious carpet bag on the glass top table and there was a grunting noise and both girls eyed the bag curiously. The golden clasped clicked open, and to everyone's surprise except Sasuke's a neat stately English woman emerged. Brushing bits of food of her long skirt, she straightened her petticoat and huffed a how dare you and flew out the window with a duck handled umbrella.
"Wh-wha? S-Sasuke w-what's i-in that bag?!?" He put his hand into it the bag, patting around with a serious look on his face. Pretty soon his arm had disappeared and then his upper body as he continued to search the seemingly bottomless bag.
Sakura eyed his backside hungrily and Hinata kicked her shin, causing her to curse and look around for the culprit, Hinata acted like nothing had happened, and Sakura eventually gave up never even suspecting the shy polite little Hyuga heiress. Finally Sasuke emerged, bringing with him a video camera and the desk with a buffet included. He smirked at Hinata, face flushed and hair a few bangs astray and handed her the video camera.
"Sakura. Here." Sakura nearly fainted at the mention of her name, but choose to stay conscious, coming to the conclusion that being unconscious could make flirting a bit difficult.
"Why? What's this Sasuke?" Sasuke leaned back into the couch, shooting a glance at Hinata to answer and questions or queries.
"S-Sasuke here m-made you a c-cuisine meal, especially f-for you S-sakura." Sakura flipped her hair, blushing and giggling behind her hand, then sighed.
"I'd never thought I'd see the day… Oh Sasuke-kun, you charmer." Without wasting another second, she picked up the fork, ready to dig in, but before she could stab the first piece of luscious looking lamb, which sadly was actually Sasuke's attempt at steamed broccoli, Hinata had grabbed her wrist, a foreign twinkle glinting in her pale lavender eyes.
"You better eat a-all of it Sakura, Sasuke-san h-here stayed up a-all night." Sasuke nodded, gazing at a reflection of himself, completely lost in his own eyes until Hinata nudged him with her elbow. Inner Sakura screamed, "HELL YEAH! THIS IS GOING TO BE EASY! ALL THIS DELICIOUS FOOD! ALL MINE! CCCHHHHYYYAAAAAAA!!!!"
Sasuke focused once more and the little red light began to glow, Hinata carefully recording and zooming in with artistic ingenuity at Sakura's contorted face as she took the first bite. Inner Sasuke and Inner Hinata leaned back in their respectable comfy arms chairs to enjoy the show, munching contentedly on butter popcorn. Somewhere during that excruciating yet entertaining seven hour show, there was an intermission for potty breaks and snack bar purchases and such.
Sakura and Inner Sakura were throwing up in a baby pink toilet. Sasuke pulled out some chilled coke to drink from Mary Poppin's bag and Hinata went on an epic cloths stealing spree, passing by a suspicious room with a golden plated sign reading: Sasuke Uchiha. She made note to inspect that in the near future.
Inner Sasuke and Inner Hinata were making out, hot and heavy in the back lobby.
Then they returned to the movie, everyone grumbling as the show really was getting repetitive and quite boring, or it was torture, or maybe it had interrupted something else…
Inner Sasuke and Inner Hinata had receded back to their comfy chairs, straightening their clothes and flattening ruffled hair, cursing that the other wasn't sitting with them or on them. One or the other.
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Kicking open the door, it slammed itself against the wall, the doorknob sure to make a hefty dent. Sasuke growled lugging in a curious carpet bag with Hinata trailing after him.
She felt like hissing, scratching those beady green eyes out, and yet, she had no idea why, perhaps it was the high whiny voice that kept shouting 'Sasuke-kun!' ringing in her ears, or the stench of artificial rose, but other then that, she couldn't put her finger on it, which only annoyed her further, so much that she ran out the back door as soon as Sasuke had opened the front door to kaiten a thick old looking Sakura tree to woody heaven, the big furnace in the sky.
After that she felt a lot better though, exhausted and sweaty, but better. The broken and bruised petals drifting around the ground were fun to watch float around, so she stayed there until the sun began to drop, and for the first time she noticed how much Sasuke's hair was like the night sky that chased away the orange that had always reminded her of Naruto. Soon enough Mr. Night sky called her to come back in, muttering something about getting sick again.
That night, they watched re-runs of their own directed and produced movie, eating junk food way past the healthy hours of night and then fell asleep on each other, lulled to sleep by the funny noises that Sakura made when she was trying not to spew.
Somewhere across town, a worried-to-the-point-of-insane teen sat in the entrance hall, eyes pinned to the doorknob. Close to tearing his beautiful long hair out, he took another shaky sip of super strength coffee. He narrowed his eyes, glaring at anything remotely alive that was in his line of vision, without turning his head.
The rest of the Hyuga's knew it was best not to approach the genius as of now, he'd been waiting for 32 hours straight, and they had a hunch that he wouldn't be moving until the one he waited for walked through the door, and only god knew when Hinata would remember to come home, and God in high heaven who was enjoying oreos and chilled milk had a hunch that Hinata would stir up a situation when she returned the following morning, oh yeah, he was sure of it.
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