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…glad you know that Sasuke's a tool!

[BURN!]

And look! They're having their first argument.

"Get in there," he snapped.

Hinata sank deeper into the couch with a pensive expression on her face. She, waveringly, shook her head. This situation may get too unstable if she said the word "no" directly. Sasuke growled to himself, looking away and angrily folding his arms with a fit of temper. This was implausible! She was being overdramatic and difficult. But, to be honest, he was a little thrilled. They were fighting! That means she's acclimatizing to this relationship! But really, he was pissed off. If he had to, he'd tie her down to the bed — and that was a nice thought.

And, yes, they were arguing about sleeping arrangements.

He glared at her when she didn't move after a minute. She frowned in the form of a pout and folded her arms.

"Sasuke," she said softly, "I'll just sleep on the couch..."

"No, you won't," he argued with furrowed eyebrows.

She could see he was very angry.

"You seem angry..."

Sasuke rolled his eyes. Really? Did she just figure that out for him because he had no idea!

"We..." She bit her lip. "We should get to bed."

Just when he thought things were going his way — like they usually do — Hinata began to unfold the damn comforter and prop up her pillow on the sofa. She even had the nerve to get under the covers and start to lie down!

"Get up," Sasuke demanded. "Now."

She sighed. Why couldn't he just give up? "Sasuke, I—"

"Fine."

Hinata suppressed a smile as she hid her face. Finally!

But she spoke too soon when he sat on her legs.

"Sasuke!" she whimpered. "What are you—"

"I hope you feel very uncomfortable," he said with an evil look, arms folded once again.

Ugh, he was like a child! "Sasuke, please—"

"You have two options," he started simply, "sleep with me or not at all."

Her jaw dropped. "But...but...I have work a-and—"

"Do you want to sleep or not?"

She pouted. "Don't...don't you have to go to work tomorrow too?"

He smirked. "I'll sleep better this way."

Well, that was comforting. She felt her face scrunch up into a grimace. This wasn't happening, was it? Her life, it couldn't get this bad, could it? And the answer to those questions were answered when she pitifully watched Sasuke's smug-looking face as he grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her to the bedroom — their bedroom in his mind. He basically shoved her into the room with the single queen-sized bed. Her face contorted looking at her prison for the night. Sasuke's face presented a leer, closing the door behind his back and slyly locking the door.

"W-what was that?" she nervously asked.

He shrugged innocently walking passed her and started pulling his shirt off over his head. She covered her eyes with both hands.

"Sasuke!"

"What?" He was annoyed and narrowed his eyes at her. "You already saw me naked."

"SASUKE!" Hinata buried herself in her sweating palms hearing him laugh. "Please...don't do that."

He ignored her and went for the dresser. Hinata peeked between her fingers showing her flushed face slightly. Her eyes widened at seeing that selfish man's ass: up in the air while he bent over looking for something in the drawer, pants on only. Her vision was covered when white cotton was thrown towards her.

"Stop staring at me," he scolded. He folded his arms as she took the shirt off her head. "Pervert."

Hinata frowned, her hatred for him boiling once again. She would ignore that.

"What is this for?" she asked.

"For you to sleep in."

"But...I already have—"

"No you don't."

"I...don't?"

"Stop repeating me," he said. "It's annoying."

"You...Sasuke, you throw out my pajamas!"

He cocked his eyebrow. She seemed very specific. "The flannel ones?"

She nodded. He grimaced.

"Put on the shirt."

So, he did. He could have said yes!

She covered her face with the tee when he dropped his pants. "Sasuke...I need pants."

"No, you don't."

"Sasuke...!"

"You'll get hot."

"W-what?" She shook her head. "I'll be—"

"Put the shirt on." He plopped on the bed. "I'm tired."

She cut her eyes over at him as he got under the covers. She took the one second he looked away and switched her shirt for his. If he was so tired then maybe he should have just left her alone on the couch! Hinata inhaled deeply and got a good whiff of his cologne. Damn, that smelt good! It was like ecstasy on speed and crack — with a hint of manly berry. She felt her head start to spin and quickly sat on the bed. Sasuke smirked at her as she held her head and was breathing out of her mouth. She must like his cologne — and she must like it a lot.

"Stop."

Hinata halted her actions of getting under the comforter and saw him staring at her with eyebrows closing in. What was his problem? This is what he wanted! Was he not happy even when he got his way? Ugh, he was such a nuisance.

"W-what?" Hinata asked.

"Take off your pants."

She bit at her gum. He was really insane, wasn't he? "Sasuke, you wouldn't—"

"Take them off," he said slowly.

"I...don't want to."

That fire she saw in his eyes and the way his heart was pounding said one thing: it was another argument.

"Now...!"

"Sasuke, I—"

"I'll take them off if you don't."

"Please, don't touch me."

"Then take them off."

"I...can't."

"Why not?"

"I'm cold!"

"You're lying!"

"No, I'm not!"

"Fine!"

He fell harshly on the bed and turned off the light, forcing himself to go to sleep. Hinata rolled her eyes and got under the covers as well. Oh, how she couldn't live with this her entire life. If he was going to throw tantrums every time things didn't go his way, it wasn't going to work out. Then again, even if he didn't if wasn't going to work out. As soon as she gets to work tomorrow she's going to start looking for a new place, and once she does she's going to get this mistake divorced. Hinata started to smile to herself, blissfully thinking of getting away from this crazed man once in for all — but her dreaming was interrupted by a movement on the bed that ended up looming over her.

"Hinata."

She took a deep nasal breath. Make it stop!

Her eyes opened up to see a Sasuke with defined ripples in his forehead.

"Sasuke..."

"You owe me an apology."

"WHAT!"

That woke her up.

"I...what did I do?"

"For yelling."

He can't be serious. He was yelling too! "I..." She sighed. "Sasuke, I didn't mean to yell, but—"

"Fine."

"What?"

He rolled his eyes. "Don't do that."

Hinata, confused as hell, felt her now so happy husband position himself closer to her and cradle her body with his. She started to squirm away but he stopped her, pulling her closer with his arm. Hinata gulped feeling breath on her lobe.

"You shouldn't mind," he spewed. "You have pants on."

She started to shake feeling him so close and breathing so heavy. Wow, it was really hot in here now!

Her eyes widened at a rigid object on her back and she felt scared. Sasuke, already dreaming, moved in closer but felt blockage. Hinata heard him grunt moving behind her and it sounded a bit on the sexual side.

"Sasuke!"

He ignored her, reached under the covers and showed her what he pulled out.

"It's a remote," he said and tossed it at the end of the bed.

She sighed. "O-oh..."

"Pervert."

After awhile, she got comfortable, forcing herself to be unless she didn't want sleep tonight. And this wasn't that bad. Yes, it was a little hot, but she would just need to get some night clothes for tomorrow. And hopefully she wouldn't be here long enough where she had to wash them. That would be a nightmare. Hinata snuggled deeper into the soft pillow as Sasuke tightened his hold on her. She smiled absently at the constant aroma and the fact that he was breathing heavily. Nevertheless, she hoped he wasn't a snorer.

"Sasuke?"

He sighed sleepily. "Hm?"

"Is...is that another remote?"

He snuggled against her more.

"That's me."

x-x-x

"Sorry, Mrs. Uchiha!"

"But—"

Hinata sighed looking at the silent cell phone. Why was this happening to her? All she wanted was to get away from life's error, so why? She has been looking for places all morning, but every realtor she called has either put her on everlasting hold or explained how they just sold the place — even though they just posted the ad the same day! A few even hung up on her at the sound of her name. The last guy she was on the phone with called her by that thing's last name even though she introduced herself as a Hyuga. What the hell? Hinata held her head in her hands as she walked through the silence hallway. At least Sasuke was polite enough to let her have the money Kiba got from selling her place — even though he sold it at a ridiculously low price! Ass.

She walked pass all her coworkers who were oddly giving her a glamorously shocked look.

She had a miniature heart attack from seeing a doorplate with "Uchiha" instead of "Hyuga."

"Sasuke?" she called.

It just won't end!

Sasuke stopped rearranging the pictures on her desk and looked up at her. "Hey."

She walked in slowly and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"We're having lunch."

"Oh..."

She didn't want to go, and he knew but didn't care.

He grabbed his jacket from the chair. "Let's go."

"Sasuke, I..." She rushed over to her desk to check her pictures. Those weren't her frames!

"I don't...I don't...what is this?" Her mouth dropped as she slowly raised a photo to eye level.

The photo was her and Sasuke — in front of an altar. And for the love of all that is holy, why was she happier than a freaking clam! Hinata let her eyes wash over the rest of her new photographs. No longer was her desk graced with a vibe of family, but instead her, Sasuke, and a forgotten night — along with a couple of him just by himself.

"They have messages on the back of them," he said gladly.

She refused to read them!

"S-Sasuke—"

"Here."

He walked over to her and placed a small piece of jewelry on the desk. Hinata covered her mouth when he lifted his hand — it was a freaking genuine white gold, diamond-encrusted ring with a black diamond! Her large eyes nervously went from him to the ring and back to him. He bought this? More importantly, he had sense to actually pick something out that didn't reflect his dreadfulness? This was a miracle! He smirked when she gradually moved her hands from her lips and picked it up as if it was sacred — and to her, it was!

Her eyes sparkled with the gem. "Is this...is this for—"

"It's your wedding ring."

Well, that ruined it.

Sasuke felt a strong sense of reminiscence when she put it back on the desk and avoided his growing glare. Was she the queen of rejection or something!

"Put it on," he ordered.

She felt extremely bad — but she refused to admit that she'd be married to him pass today. There was no way she'd be wearing that — but it was so beautiful! And she could see that it was brand new...which meant it hasn't been worn ever. Hinata wanted to die when she saw a cheap gold ring on her finger in one of her grimy photos. Damn it! Having feelings sucked.

Sasuke smirked when he saw his wife put the ring on begrudgingly.

She got up and noticed he had on a similar ring, just without the black gem and less encrustations.

Ew. She was on the verge of throwing up in her mouth.

"Hinata!" Kurenai called. "We met your husband."

Hinata almost scowled and cringed when Sasuke wrapped his arm around her waist. He smirked at her.

She couldn't take this! "He's...he's not—"

"You never told us you were getting married," Anko added. "When was the wedding?"

She shook her head. "We—"

"Got married a couple of weeks ago," Sasuke finished and pulled her closer.

As they headed out Kurenai smiled and said, "Good for her."

Sasuke entered his car and watched her do the same. He put his hand on her leg and smirked.

"Did you like the nameplate?" he asked and began caressing her thigh.

She nearly glared and moved his hand.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

He started the car. "I'll take that as a yes."

What a delusional prick! She didn't know how to deal with this guy. If she said one thing, he'd turn it into something else — if she didn't speak at all, he'd just put words in her mouth! He twisted every remotely mean thing she did and transformed it into something magnificent and worth-mentioning. She hated him — HATED HIM!

"How was your day?" he asked nonchalantly.

She sighed."Fine..."

A few seconds passed and he glanced over at her, and before she knew it a bad memory came back.

"H-how was yours?" she asked quickly. He shrugged, inwardly smiling evilly.

He still had it.

As they came to a stop light, Sasuke jerked his head upwards to catch her attention and leaned over the arm rest just before he lightly tapped the cheek facing her. She almost vomited — was he serious!

Hinata maneuvered uncomfortably and played clueless. "W-what?"

He closed his eyes and materialized a faint smirk. "Kiss me."

No!

"S-Sasuke, I think you should watch the road."

"I won't—unless you kiss me."

Sadly, he meant it — and too seriously.

Hinata frowned at the honking. "Sasuke, the light's—"

Then he slammed his foot on the petal! Just one problem: eyes were still closed and he was still wearing that damn smirk!

"Sasuke!" He was going to get them killed!

"Kiss me," he said calmly.

Was he insane!

"S-Sasuke! Please, o-open your eyes!"

Hinata grabbed her seatbelt at all the cars dodging and screeching to get out of his way. Her heart couldn't take this!

"SASUKE—"

"Kiss me," he repeated firmly and louder.

He was starting to get nervous. What if they got in a car crash and ruined his car? More importantly, her face! He couldn't live with that! He wished she would just swallow her damn pride.

And she did, very quickly. He opened his eyes after receiving her light peck and slowed down.

Now they were at nice place, eating great food, and she was sitting there with a puss on her face. Sasuke sighed loudly and put his hands in his lap. How in the world could he enjoy his gourmet pizza with the nasty vibe she was giving off? She was ruining his lunch! He figured he should say something before they have to attend some marriage counselor, and he didn't want to do that. They had a beautifully perfect and healthy marriage, and he didn't want to admit something that was completely opposite!

"Why are you angry?" he asked reluctantly.

She looked up from her cold sandwich and furrowed her brow. "Sasuke, you almost killed—"

"You were worried about me...?"

His eyes were slightly bigger, and filled with amazement — and of course that little smirk was showing again. Oh lord, he was happy mistakenly thinking she cared for his life. He almost took hers! Hinata folded her arms with frustration and turned her head from him. He was unbelievable!

He took a sip of his water. "Blame yourself," he mumbled.

He wanted her to look back at him, and that worked wonders!

She was appalled. "I...what!"

He shrugged. "You should have just kissed me."

With an opened mouth and ample eyes, she watched him casually go back to eating his damn pizza. He was insane! Sasuke stopped stuffing his face for a quick second and locked eyes with her. He vaguely smiled at that vacantly cold look she was giving him. It was almost a glare!

They were perfect for each other.

Sasuke loves his gourmet pizza...and he's a complete nut.

I love the pants argument, and how he bought her a decent ring!

[He was being nice…even though he is insane…]

[See you in a week. Let me know how it was~]