All is Fair in Love and War.
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Sweeping the emerald-green tiles to rid of the glass was starting to get a tad exhausting for the meek secretary. Hinata held the dustpan in her right hand and the brush in her left, trying to come across as much glass as possible. Once she assured herself that there were no pieces left, Hinata smiled and stood up from her all-fours position. Brushing a stray strand of ebony hair to the back of her ear, Hinata dropped almost everything when she caught sight of her boss staring straight at her.
"U-Uchiha-sama!" she shrilled in a whistled voice, her eyes gawking. "I-I can explain!"
"You don't have to, Hyuga," he replied in his typical deadpan voice. "I see your clumsiness has cost me a decorative vase. I guess you're going to have to pay me back what you now owe, won't you?" he said with an indescribable tone lacing his voice and a smirk she had never seen.
"Y-Yes, I promise I will pay you back!" Hinata said, nodding her head in a formal matter. She stayed that way until she heard him reply with his infamous 'Hn' and the sound of the office door closing shut.
For some reason those last words left a puzzling impression on the woman. His emphasis on the words was so… different that Hinata couldn't really put her finger on it. But deep down in her gut, something told her that this repayment wasn't going to be simply resolved with a few apologies or another long list of Sasuke's usual to-do things. What did he mean by 'pay him back'? Did he want something from her…? Was he going to hold it against her…? Or did he—
Before Hinata could ponder on it for any longer, a little message alert popped up onto her computer. Placing the contents of the dustpan into the near bin, she walked towards her desk in order to check it out. It was from Uzumaki Naruto. Hinata felt her cheeks heat when she thought about the blond-haired, confident man otherwise known as Vice-President of Konoha Inc. She somewhat found it ironic that if Naruto had had read her résumé she would be working for him instead. But as it would so happen, fate and other holy deities never seemed to work in her favour and found it quite amusing to watch her squirm instead.
Hovering the white cursor to it, she clicked; giggling at the message he had sent.
(To: Uchiha Sasuke—but I know this'll only go through you, Hina-chan
From: Uzumaki Naruto
Hey there, Hinata!
How are you? Is Sasuke treating you alright over there? Because he ain't treating me over here, like where's my daily ramen maid? YouknowwhatI'msaying?
Anywayyy, tell that a (don't wanna swear in front of you) to set up shop with the boards over at Team Snake/Hawk/Queer, us and Akatsuki so we can finally talk about he-knows-what. Oh and if Sasuke told you to ignore me, I give you full power to defy him and pester him anyhow.
From Naruto-ttebayo! xDDD
P.S. Tell him to organise the meeting sometime this week.)
The thought of quitting and working for a more light-hearted superior always crossed Hinata's mind, but she knew how to separate reality from fantasy. If Hinata was working at Konoha Inc., she'd probably never get anything done! Especially with her fainting spells and the mere sight of Uzumaki Naruto. Hinata slightly murmured to herself how pathetic she would feel waking up in a hospital bed every day. Sighing at her self-evaluation, Hinata moved on to check out the other messages in her inbox in order to get everything organised. She knew that Sasuke hated it when everything was done separately, thus being precise and efficient was a more effective approach and one that would rarely result in unemployment.
An hour passed, before everything came into order; Hinata double-checked Sasuke's list of task before reporting to him with the daily statistics. Once she hit the 'new message' button, the phone rang; surprising her to say the least.
"Hello? Hinata Hyuga speaking," she asked meekly.
"Hyuga. Have you finished?"asked Sasuke.
"I-I was just about to send y-you my report."
"Then do it."
"O-OK then, is there a-anything else?"
"Stop stuttering," he demanded.
Hinata coughed silently in order to take control of herself. "Yes, Uchiha-sama. Is there anything—"
"I need you to clean my house tomorrow."
"I'm sorry?" she asked incredulously. Sasuke was extremely wealthy, why didn't he have maids to clean his apartment?
"I know what you're thinking; you're thinking why don't I have maids to clean his apartment? Well to let you know (not that it's any of your business), she's on maternity leave and I need you take her place, do you understand? Or do you want to lose your job?"
"No Uchiha-san, what time--?"
"Nine-thirty. And one more thing, I have a uniform for you; I've sent it to your apartment."
"E-Excuse me, uniform?!" she asked in the sound of a small yelp. Instead of an acceptable verbal reply, Sasuke answered with the beep of the dial tone. Hinata stared into the receiver, as she began to replay the severely awkward phone conversation again into her head. Did he just tell her clean his house in a uniform? Hinata wondered if Sasuke was blurring the lines of a personal assistant with the definition of an abused slave. Nevertheless, Hinata didn't have the heart to say 'no' and she knew that his house would be spotless anyhow. So, there was nothing to worry about… was there?
Ding, ding, ding.
The sound echoed in the hallway, and Hinata impatiently pressed the button one more time.
Ding, ding, ding.
She was getting increasingly frustrated and not to mention extremely embarrassed.
Ding, ding, ding.
When Sasuke mentioned uniform, the other day; Hinata didn't realise he meant this type of uniform! Hinata chewed on her bottom lip and reached up toe button on the frame of the door one more time—
"Stop ringing the bell and just get in—" Sasuke's sentence begin with a harshly annoyed tenor but soon transitioned to silence when he caught sight of her, causing Hinata to grow a new shade of dark, dark, dark red. "Wow," he said inaudibly. "Come in."
Hinata acknowledged his presence, and placed one foot into his penthouse. Much like Sasuke's initial expression, Hinata stood in awe of the home Sasuke possessed. It was magnificent in every sense of the word. There was a chandelier, a stair case, a grand piano, everything possibly ornate imaginable! As Hinata stood still, she didn't take much notice of Sasuke and her duties until he broke the atmosphere with a soft grunt.
"Start in the foyer and finish in the bedroom; I'll be around the house to supervise you," and with that as parting words, Sasuke strode towards an auburn feather duster, throwing it behind him. Hinata saw it fly before fumblingly attempting to catch it. Once she managed to, Hinata's eyes watched him until he disappeared into one of the extravagantly large rooms. Conveniently, beside the door was a full-length mirror and Hinata was able to see herself for all it was worth.
The reflection showed a young woman in a very appealing outfit. A little black dress adorned with shoulder puffed sleeves; a lace-white apron and matching headband with a set of knee high white socks were all the part of the ensemble. Hinata wondered if the mirror was accurate, were those curves always there? Were her legs always that long? Shaking her head, Hinata rid herself of the thoughts. She didn't want to be one of those people who were caught up in their looks; the mirror had to be some kind of trick. Gripping the feather duster tightly in her hands, she began to dust a table in front of her. The sooner she finished, the sooner she could go home, change clothes and forget that this day had ever happened!
After four hours of manual labour, Hinata had finally made it to Sasuke's bedroom. Despite the sweat, Hinata still learned to appreciate the beauty of his home; especially when compared to the small box she lived in. And in Sasuke's bedroom, there were still no exceptions. It was grand, luxurious and not to mention inviting. The bed looked like it could be a cloud and the velvety sheets weren't too bad either. Hinata thought to herself, about the number of women who would kill just to step foot into the Uchiha Sasuke's bedroom and do all sorts of—
Enough! Hinata ambled towards the bed and pulled the top cover in her direction to straighten them out. Even in her hands the cover was a joy to her senses. It wouldn't really hurt to feel what kind of bed it was, would it? Riskily, Hinata sat on the bed; bouncing a bit to test the springs. A smile lingered, and soon; Hinata found herself lying comfortably on the bed with her legs dangling on the sides.
"Comfortable?" asked a familiar voice in a husky tone.
Hinata squeaked and sprung up from the bed, instinctively fixing the hem of her skirt. "I-I was j-just—" Soon her hands covered her mouth at the sight she was witnessing. "I-I didn't h-hear you in here."
"But I heard you," he replied. Sasuke looked at her with deep onyx eyes, and Hinata could hear her heart beating a dangerous 100 beats per minute. The poor woman had never even seen a man half-naked, and here before her was her boss in nothing but a towel around his waist and water dripping from the spikes of his hair. The light reflected on his muscled torso, Hinata's face crimsoned at the sight. "What are you staring at?" he asked blankly.
"N-No, nothing," she lied.
In about half a second, Hinata found herself backed up against a wall; with Sasuke's arm blocking her chances of escaping him. "Don't try to lie. You're not very good at it." His face came only inches apart from her, forcing her to stare right back at him.
"I-I was staring a-at you…?" she questioned, unsure of her answer.
It was silent for a bit, but Sasuke nuzzled his nose to the lobe of her ear; sending a weird set of enjoyable electrical impulses through her. "That's better," he whispered. She shivered when she felt his cool breath on her skin. If Hinata wasn't so stupefied she would faint right then and there.
"U-Uchiha-san, please d-don't—"
When Hinata tried to finish her sentence, she was interrupted by creak of an opening door and a pair of male voices.
"Oi, oi, oi! Sasuke-kun, what are you—" Naruto stood still, his jaw dropping at what he saw.
"Hey, why'd you stop there?" followed the familiar voice of one Inuzuka Kiba. "What's there to—?" and like twins, he stopped dead in his tracks. "W-Whoa. Hinata?"
"Sasuke? Hinata? W-What's going on?" The blonde asked dumbfounded. And at the sound of her name, Hinata felt her legs turn into jelly and everything in the room go black.
"Whoa, Hinata! Hinata! Wake up!" screamed the blond cradling Hinata in his arms. Sasuke only watched in sheer distaste, concerning himself with the question: what were the two stooges of egomania doing in his home?
"What are you doing here?" he asked callously.
"Saving her from you! What does it look like, bastard? You were supposed to meet me for ramen an hour ago!"
Sasuke refused to reply and looked at the two fainted patrons. One obviously being Hinata and the other being Kiba. "Why did Inuzuka faint?" he asked, pointing to said Inuzuka.
"Probably got turned on and fainted from the blood rush."
"Right."
"But—What were you two even doing?" Naruto asked, shaking the girl in his embrace. "I could totally call the cops on you, you hentai!"
"It's not like she didn't want it," Sasuke replied, scoffing and looking away. For example; she was the one who sent him the text message if Naruto ever wanted to see the proof.
"Dude, its Hinata! She would never imagine a guy like you doing this to her. And what's with the outfit?!"
"Like I said, it's not like she didn't want it."
Soon, Naruto heard Hinata start to breathe again and watched as her eyes began to flicker open. "Hey, Hinata. It's me, Naruto!"he assured her, hoping to bring her back to life and then send her a one-way ticket to Nowhere-Near-Sasuke-Land. Sasuke just shook at his head, at his friend's (or incessant twat) predictability. As if that would stop him. When Hinata finally awoke, she sat up catching a glimpse of Naruto's face. The picture sending her straight back to her unconscious state.
"Hinata… Hinata! Hinata!!" he yelled again, trying to get her back to life.
"It's no use; just leave her on the bed."
"Alone? Here? Nuh-uh! No way!"
"I'm not going to do anything to her if I'm taking you out to ramen," Sasuke commented with a frown on his face.
"Fine, but she better find herself on her own bed by the time we get back or I will rip you apart," Naruto threatened with a growing snarl.
"Just drag your friend out of my house, and put her on the bed and we'll go," Sasuke repeated.
Sasuke gave Naruto a non-verbal signal, and Naruto reluctantly followed suit. After placing Hinata on the large bed, he dragged Kiba out by the ear; a trick he learned from Kiba's mom. Waiting until they were gone, Sasuke inspected the lying girl on his bed. Sasuke's hand gently brushed the strands of hair away from her face whilst feeling the pale softness of her body.
Sasuke was far from finished with her.