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[Getting back to a few now~]

"Here."

One.

"Here."

Two.

"Here."

Three.

Hinata felt a headache coming. "Sasuke..."

"Here," he repeated while completely ignoring her.

Four.

He sped up.

"W-wait!"

She let her face contort inattentively while stopping. Sasuke proceeded to put another item that they didn't need into her damn cart. Damn it! He was like a little kid with this; he continued to just add junk food more and more. That's not what they came here for! Sasuke didn't want to eat out anymore and she agreed, so they went to the supermarket to get themselves some ingredients to make some homemade food. It sounded delicious, didn't it? Well, he wasn't helping by picking up all fattening things! They didn't need — good heavens, if she referred to herself and Sasuke as a "they" one more time, she might actually explode. It made them sound like a couple!

Hinata continued to push the cart miserably with a frown like a worked laborer putting blood, sweat, and tears into a withholding project. Sasuke nonchalantly threw another item in as they strolled down the lane. He couldn't wait to see what she was going to do with all of this stuff! And if she needed cooking lessons now was the time to find out.

She sighed to herself. She didn't want to be here — he was forcing her to do something again.

Sasuke stopped the cart with his hand and picked up a bag of pickled ume.

"Do you like these?" he asked indifferently.

Hinata gave him a dry look. He didn't care, did he? "It...it doesn't matter, Sasuke," she sighed.

He furrowed his brow. "Don't evade the question."

Her shoulders slumped. "I..." She sighed again. "No, I don't really like—"

"Why not?"

"Because...they're sour."

"They taste good," he said snobbishly and chucked it into the cart.

She grimaced. Why did he need her opinion then!

He caught the way she was staring at him and raised both eyebrows. He smirked, standing in front of her and the cart.

"You hate me," he said.

Hinata widened her eyes and nervously shook her head — even though that "no" was a "hell yes!"

"I—"

"It's obvious." He shrugged. "Why?"

She folded her arms to hide her shaking hands, and could see he was waiting for an answer. He really didn't know? Finally. So this was the moment where he realized how much of a hassle he was to her life; the error to her being — the pain in her ass!

"Because..." She gave him a serious stare and gulped. "Because of what happened...in high school..."

He still looked uninterested. "So?"

And he said that like it was nothing — NOTHING!

"S-Sasuke... You picked on—"

"No I didn't."

"Yes you did!" she whined. She refused to let this stand!

As smug as he is, he just shrugged again and walked off saying, "Believe what you want."

She stared with astonishment as he coolly went back to shopping. After five more items, he stopped at the sound of his name being muttered from his sulking other half. He turned to her and looked at her lowered head with dull eyes. She looked up after a couple of seconds with teary ones.

"I..." She held her breath. "Sasuke, I cried everyday you...you did something. It—"

"You..."

She instantly stopped at his surprised face. He looked…sorry, maybe? Finally!

The corner of his lip curved upwards. "You thought about me every day?"

ASSHOLE! That's all he got out of that? Her flooding eyes looked like tears of anger now and she bit her tongue to calm herself down as she rushed passed him with the cart. Still smirking, he dazedly trailed after her.

Could he really not remember all of those horrible times? Great for him, she bet.

He was a monster! He did everything to her: pushed her, grabbed her — plucked her nose! All of his stupid flunkies just stood around and laughed to fuel his evil presence. And she never missed (or understood) why he was always smirking at her when he pestered her. Honestly, she knew it was because he was just happy seeing her miserable. She could never do anything that would stop his antics — she couldn't even ask how his weekend was correctly!

Hinata would never forget when he thought it'd be hilarious for him and his friends to corner her in the hall on the way to homeroom every morning.

Sasuke looked her up and down. Hinata barely saw, though. She was too busy holding onto the books in her hands for dear life. She was shaking, sweating, and really wished this would be over with already — high school, she meant. It was her tenth grade year and she didn't know how long she could put up with this torture anymore!

At first, he was smirking, but she took too long so it went away.

"Say something," he commanded.

She peaked up in fear. "Oh! Um, h-hi, S-Sasuke..."

He smirked again. "How was your weekend?" he asked leaning against the shoe lockers.

"It was f-fine..." She saw him fold his arms after she kept quiet for a while. "W-what about you?"

He shrugged slightly. "It could have been better."

"I'm s-sorry..."

He nodded — then ten seconds went by without her voicing anything and he scowled.

"You're annoying," he snapped. "Look at me."

And she did, but he just knocked her books out of her hands.

What a nice guy, right?

Douche. Bag.

Now, he wouldn't see it her way. In fact, he didn't see it that way at all.

Sasuke remembered looking her up and down, and knowing how good she looked in that uniform. She was a ten! Every time he saw her, he couldn't help but smirk. He thought that it would give a hint to how happy he was to see her lovely face every day.

"Say something," he said softly.

At first she was scared by his dashing looks, but at his comforting voice she looked up and smiled.

"Hi, Sasuke," she cheered.

He smirked. "How was your weekend?"

"Good," she said. "Oh! And yours?"

He shrugged. "It could have been better."

If only she were there!

She pouted. "I'm sorry about that."

And they just stared into each other's eyes endlessly!

On the contrary, he forgot the part when he knocked her books out of her hand and his cronies laughed as a reaction. That wasn't important enough to remember.

And after all of that, she was in this situation.

"Here," he said to Hinata and gave her an envelope.

She nearly frowned at the packet. It was mail — coming to this beautiful but ungodly household.

Sasuke sat down and went through all of the envelopes, most of them congratulation letters from their friends — well, his friends — on the marriage. This day couldn't get any better! He's been married to his wonderful wife for over twenty-four hours and they were looking through their first mail! It was beautiful, really! He looked over and saw Hinata eyeing a document in her hands nervously. Was it their marriage certificate?

"You have to reply to these." He chucked all the mail onto the counter she was standing in front of.

Her eyes went from the paper in hand to all the envelopes with "CONGRATS!" on them. "W-what...what are those?"

He rolled his eyes getting a drink out of the refrigerator. It was obvious. "Read them."

She started shaking; she knew what they were. "I...I will."

No she wasn't — aha! She felt good defying him!

"Sasuke," she called. He looked at her with a small smirk. She was adorable!

Hinata held back a grimace. He was disgusting. "I need you..." she handed him the paper in her hand.

He glared and she gulped. "Can you s-sign this for me?"

Her hands weren't broken! He narrowed his eyes with suspicion and snatched the paper before swiftly signing his name on the dotted line. Hinata put her tongue in her cheek to stop a loud, evil laugh from leaving her mouth. Sasuke loved seeing her shake with joy, so he smirked — which grew when he saw her become destroyed as he ripped the paper up into small pieces. He loved seeing her distressed even more!

"I'm not foolish like you," he deridingly commented.

"W-WHAT!" She was basically balling her eyes out.

He chuckled lowly. "I read the title."

Um, hey! She wasn't stupid; he just always caught her when she was down in the dumps! As monstrous tears tried their best to stay in her massive, red eyes, Sasuke went to her side. He put his hand on her shoulder and, almost the same second, her mood went from worst to unbearably living.

"Can you cook?" he asked.

If saying no would make him go away forever then HELL NO! "Yes, why?" she sullenly mumbled.

He stood up straight. "Make something."

"I-I'm not—"

"Not for you." Duh!

She sighed for composure. "What would you like?"

He shrugged and said while walking away, "Just make something."

She hated this life.

She hated the world for leaving her like this.

She hated him for making existence terrible!

"Sasuke!" she whined.

He stopped walking away and turned around. "What—"

"I...I don't want to," she said unsteadily.

He glared.

"What?" He clenched his teeth when she started crying uncontrollably again.

"I want to go home!" she whimpered.

"You are home—"

"Back to my old home! I...I don't like this." She sniffed loudly. "I don't want to cook."

He huffed and puffed. FINE! "Then order something."

"I don't want to sleep in that bed!"

"We'll get another mattress."

"I don't want to have a closet with you—"

"I'll put my things in the drawers."

"I don't like the way my office looks anymore!"

"Quit."

"I can't!"

He glared. "Then stop complaining."

"Please, Sasuke!" She got closer to him and he moved his head back while staring into those deep, lucid eyes. "Can you sign the papers?"

His eyes widened slightly and he was instantly mesmerized with her face. Hinata almost sighed when he nodded his head as if he made up his mind.

"SASUKE!"

Why does nothing go her way?

Sasuke's absorbed look stayed the same as he pulled her cheeks away from her. "You're louder than I remember," he added.

He continued to knead away at her cheeks and Hinata closed her eyes from the affectionate pain. "Sasuke...please!"

His face softened. He would — but her face was so soft! How could he resist?

"You're cute," he said in a slight daze.

Hinata opened her eyes bit by bit as he began to slow down. He had this vague look in his eyes with dim ruby cheeks. An eyebrow rose when his eyes started to close and he moved in closer to her face. What in the world was he — oh good God, this has to stop! Her face instantaneously went red.

"SASUKE!"

His eyes shout open and he jumped right out of his fantasy that was going to come true any second! What the hell was her problem?

He backed away. He wanted answers! "What?"

She smiled innocently. "I, um, I'm hungry now..."

Sasuke watched her slip away from him and straight to the refrigerator. She was lying; she really didn't want to kiss him! His heart started racing and he turned the opposite way to hide him grabbing his chest. Why ON EARTH wouldn't she want to kiss him? He was attractive, rich, attractive, had a great personality, and most of all: attractive! He started quietly hyperventilating as she pulled out food to cook. He was on the verge of cardiac arrest and just because she was being a selfish WHORE! This wasn't high school; she couldn't just get away with dissing him like she normally would. No way!

Hinata turned around and shivered at the evil face her significant other was giving her. That stare continued to be given even as he went to answer the door due to a couple of knocks.

"Hey!" Kiba smiled. Suigetsu just walked by Sasuke with a small smirk.

"Hinata," he said and his evil smirk turned into a satisfied smile.

By her expression, she remembered him.

"H-hi..." She folded her arms as Sasuke stood beside her.

Kiba jerked his head towards Suigetsu. "This is—"

"She remembers me," he said cockily. Kiba furrowed his brow and scoffed.

"Hinata," he called, "what's his name?"

She and Suigetsu made eye contact.

Then about a minute went by.

"I'm sorry; I...I don't know."

Suigetsu scowled and looked at Sasuke. "I don't like her."

"Shut up," he said viciously.

"How's marriage?" Kiba asked Hinata snidely.

She didn't answer so Sasuke did. "Good."

Hinata felt herself die when he pulled her closer by the waist.

"This is great!" Kiba cheered and looked at Suigetsu who nodded.

Sasuke smirked and looked down at his amazing wife who had her cheeks puffed out and arms folded; she had no control over the conversation that was taking place. He caught her eye and when she looked up she saw his awe look. It said, "You are so cute I just want to hug you, and kiss you, and...so much more. So. Much. More!" She cringed at his leer.

"Hinata," Suigetsu called. She looked his way and he smirked. "You're lucky," he mocked.

"Yes she is!" Kiba rooted.

Sasuke was loving this! "She proposed," he included.

Her jaw nearly fell off her face as far as it dropped. The two friends laughed.

"Good for you, Hinata!" Kiba said.

She immediately tugged Sasuke's shirt and asked, "Can I...speak to you?"

Her eyes were looking over to somewhere private and he followed as she led. The two other guys went straight for the living room.

Suigetsu glanced over at the couple and frowned. "She's—"

"Stop it," Kiba warned. He stared seriously at the white-haired fool. "You'll regret that."

Kiba once made a comment about this relationship around Sasuke before and it didn't go too well.

"You got her drunk!" Kiba asked with shock.

Sasuke shrugged and turned the page of the housing catalog. "I want this one."

"Sasuke..." That wasn't cool. "She's pretty but—"

"Do you like her?" he hissed and took a deep sigh. Kiba gulped.

"NO!"

"She's not repulsive," he counterattacked scarily.

"I wasn't saying—" He sighed. "You got her drunk to like you..."

"So?"

He shook his head. "Maybe she doesn't—"

It spiraled downwards after that.

Kiba stared at Suigetsu with tired eyes and knew his friend was staring at the bruise underneath his left eye that he desperately tried to hide with cover-up.

Kiba shook his head. "Don't say ANYTHING."

"What?" Sasuke questioned. He smirked and gave Hinata a slow scan when she closed their bedroom door.

She nearly rolled her eyes. He was gross! "Please, stop."

Hinata took a deep breath. "What you said back there...about the proposal?"

"What about it?"

"You said I...proposed?"

"Because you did."

"WHAT!"

He folded his arms with a sneer of ridicule. She looked heller surprised, so he thought she should know what happened.

On the way to the car after leaving that lounge, Hinata reached up to get a quick kiss on the lips. Sasuke smirked at her.

"What?" he charmingly asked.

With her red cheeks getting redder, she said, "I...I wish I could be with you forever."

That peaked his interest and he raised an eyebrow to show it. "Are you proposing?"

She looked away smiling. "Um..."

Hinata almost combusted from that lame ass story. This was craziness! "And you thought I meant...yes?"

Sasuke nodded and walked out of the room.

Him: happy as a lark.

Her: pale as a ghost.

Her husband was mentally ill.

So, Sasuke and Hinata both hyperventilate.

[They belong together~]

Oh, and this relationship is getting way out of control…

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