So, what Sasuke did to the cheesecake…
It wasn't rape!
[Uh, he just tried to make nonconsensual love?]
And sorry for the late update.
[Damn you, Education…]
Hinata frowned at the student across from her desk.
He cleared his throat as he showed the pen he just picked up from the floor.
"It dropped again," he said thoughtlessly and shrugged.
She tried to breathe easy to stop her face from turning red. This was all Sasuke's fault. Everything was always his fault! She's been in this hellhole of a marriage for three weeks — a month by Friday! It doesn't make sense. She has tried her best to get rid of the plague that cursed her life, but he refused to let her be! Every single day she has thought of just putting her face against her pillow and smothering herself — and she tried once, but he even stopped that! He was everywhere she was; he controlled everything she did.
How she slept.
"You're not sleeping that far away," he said, and then he grunted. "Take off your pants."
What she ate.
Hinata remembered looking at him with pensively large eyes as she slowly swallowed the sandwich in her mouth. What did he just say?
He looked up from his medical journal and took his glasses off. "Eat a salad; I don't want you weighing more than me."
That asshole.
She held her head with both hands as the male student dropped the pen again.
He even controlled what she wore! She hated wearing skirts — and this boy was making her feel uncomfortable.
"What are you doing?"
The fair-haired student cocked a brow when he was pulled up by the back of his shirt. He looked back and saw crimson eyes glaring at him.
Sasuke hauled him back in the seat roughly. "Stop."
"Sasuke?" Hinata called. "What are you doing here?"
His arms folded as he intimidated the younger boy with his eyes. "Visiting."
The student cringed and asked nervously, "I-is this your boyfriend—"
"Husband."
"No way!" he exclaimed. "Miss Hyuga—OW!"
He stopped at a sharp pain on the back of his head. He rubbed it and caught eye of her flashy nameplate.
"Mrs. Uchiha, I-I mean."
Hinata frowned at the boy in pain. "You can go back to class now—"
"Get out," Sasuke interrupted. He glared the kid out of the room — then wondered why Hinata was giving him an evil look.
"What?"
She furrowed her brow. "Sasuke," she nagged in a lecture.
He smirked from her trying to talk down to him. That was adorable!
"Get up," he said.
"W-what? Why—"
He forced her to her feet when he grabbed her hand and yanked her towards him. She caught herself on his chest and grabbed onto his tee shirt for balance. He would usually frown since he could feel his perfectly flawless shirt being wrinkled by her grasp each second, but she was touching him nonetheless. Hinata looked up at him and smiled bashfully. However, all of her blood rushed to her cheeks from contact on her leg — more or less. She moved his hand away from her backside and tugged at her skirt to try to pull it down further. She's been doing it all day — and all day it has still been the same length.
Sasuke backed up and gave her a fast scan. "You look uncomfortable."
She frowned more and pulled at her skirt again. Pants were much better. They were still classy!
"What...what are you doing here?" she asked again. She was trying to shake it off.
"I came to pick you up."
"But...Sasuke, school just started two hours ago—"
"My shift was over." He picked up her school back. "Come on."
It looked like she was forced to take an early day.
Did she fail to mention that he sold her car and he was her only means of transportation? Well, he did, and that was about a week ago. And the nerve he had to actually explain his whiny excuse!
"It will be easier for us to drive to work together," he said negligently.
For a side note, she didn't want to drive to work with him anyway — no way. But now she was forced to! All of her coworkers were sellouts! When she asked if she could carpool with Anko, she just said happily, "You should ask Sasuke." Such naivety! Did no one understand her plight? Was she doomed to live with this stressfulness for the rest of her days? If so, she wasn't living too long! She'd give herself about three more weeks. Hinata got into the car with irritation. The only good thing was that he has had the graveyard shifts for the past few days, which meant she didn't have to sleep with him physically. Just physically.
He'd call her every second he didn't have a patient. And she had to pick up.
When he came home on his break to take her to work, he always complained about her ignoring his calls. Because sleeping was an excuse.
Sasuke started the car and waited for her to stop yawning before he spoke. "Quit your job."
"WHAT!" she exclaimed. "S-S-Sasuke! I...I can't do that."
He shrugged and drove off. "You don't have a car."
No thanks to him!
"But—"
"It looks pointless," he said coolly. He glanced over at her enormous eyes and thought she was incomprehensive. "Your job—"
"I-I know, Sasuke." She looked out the window and was silent all the way home. That bastard.
He would never understand. Her job was her only way to get away from him.
Work was the only thing he couldn't control.
She refused for that to be taken away from her!
"Hinata," Tsunade began, "Some of your coworkers are worried about you."
She gulped and sat at the edge of her seat. Tsunade gave her a single nod.
"I'm giving you stress leave. Three weeks."
Hinata's month dropped. NO!
"Miss Tsunade," she begged. "I-I'm fine—"
"You're in denial," she cut her off. She smiled. "Just relax at home with that cute husband of yours."
No.
NO.
NO!
She couldn't believe he took work away from her. That skillful bastard!
"You're not at work," Sasuke said over the receiver. "Where are you?"
She sighed as she tried to finish the hardest crossword puzzle she's ever encountered. "Home...at the house."
It wasn't home.
By the way, how did he know? She was really hoping he'd go to try and pick her up so she couldn't be there.
"Sasuke, how did you—"
"Why?"
"What?"
"You're not working. Why?"
"I...I have—"
"Wait." He tried to muffle what was happening, but she heard him telling off some pitiable individual.
"Okay. Go on."
She put in an absolutely wrong letter in one of the boxes. "I got...a stress leave."
He scoffed, and it was happy. Her pencil snapped in half. "Good," he said.
"Sasuke...that's not—"
"I'll see you in a few hours." Then he hung up.
So, after she quit the stupid game, she became bored. Then the phone rang again.
"Hello—"
"What are you doing?" Sasuke asked.
NO! JUST MAKE IT STOP!
"Sasuke?"
"Check the caller id," he sneered.
"Did you…" She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Did you need something?"
"Answer my question."
She shrugged lightly. "Nothing."
"Why not?"
"There's...there's nothing to do—"
"Clean."
"But the house is—"
"Do laundry."
"But Sasuke, I—"
Click.
He couldn't be serious.
Ring, ring.
She picked up. "Hello—"
"You did your laundry—not mine."
Hinata hauled to the kitchen at his voice. "Why did you hang up—"
"I'm working, unlike you."
Asshole!
"Are you going to finish the laundry?"
She just wanted to get off the phone with him!
"Yes. I will."
"What are you cooking?"
"I'm not cooking—"
"Why not!" He sounded insulted.
"B-because I'm not hungry."
"What about lunch?"
She walked to the refrigerator and shrugged while opening. "How about…soup?"
"No," he said. "A sandwich."
She grinded her teeth at his comment. "I can't eat sandwiches..."
"Eat a salad."
"Okay—Sasuke," she exclaimed. "I'm not—"
Click.
She looked at the phone and widened her eyes at the word "END" on the miniature screen.
And when ten minutes went by without a call, fear grew in her bones.
Oh no.
Ring, ring!
"H-hello…"
"Did you hang up on me?"
"I'm sorry. It was a mistake..."
"Don't lie," he snarled.
"I-I didn't," she explained. "I...I think my cheek—Sasuke?"
She stopped from the sound of a honking horn.
"Where are you?"
"Outside," he answered snappishly. "You owe me."
"W-what for?"
"For hanging up on me and lying about it."
"Sasuke! I didn't—"
"What are you wearing?"
"WHAT? W-what does that—"
Click!
What the hell!
Hinata jumped for the answer button when it rang again. "Sasuke—"
"Hinata?"
She sighed at Kiba's voice. "Oh. Hi, Kiba."
He laughed. "Is he all you think about?"
She puffed her cheeks out. "I..."
"You must be obsessed."
"Kiba!"
How dare he throw around terrifying accusations like that? She rushed to the door at a knock.
"You must be more obsessed with him than he is with—"
"Sasuke?" she uttered at her husband from the doorway.
He glared at her and said, "You have my keys."
"Sasuke?" Kiba said over the phone. "He's not obsessed with himself."
She begged to differ.
Sasuke heard his annoying friend talking and took the phone away from his spouse before placing it on the hook. He'd talk to Kiba later. Hinata watched him put down his two bags and take a book out of one of them. He fell onto the sofa, took a deep breath, and opened up his journal.
Hinata timidly approached him. "You're home early..."
He nodded indifferently.
She didn't have his keys; the ass forgot them at home—the house himself. And he had the nerve to blame it on her. She tucked her hair behind her ear and got up to move his keys from the key dish to his bag. He didn't look at her once — the only time they made eye contact was when she opened the door. She's been...ignored; she was winning — WINNING! This was on step to victory! He wasn't paying her any attention, and soon she'll be able to leave without him caring. However, it got bored very quickly without him bothering her every second of the day.
"Did you come home for lunch?" she asked timidly.
He nodded.
"Um, are you hungry?"
He shook his head.
"Oh..." She cleared her throat. "How was your day?"
He took a pen out of his pocket, jotted down a couple of notes in his medical journal, and chucked it on the coffee table. He left it there, opened and ready to be read, before he went to the kitchen. Hinata watched him walk to the refrigerator and scan the shelves. So, he was hungry. And he wasn't complaining about it? And he lied about it? This was a paradox! Hell was freezing over! She peeked at the journal and her eyes widened at the small message.
It read:"I'm not talking to you."
Her big eyes shot up at the kitchen and saw Sasuke staring back with a death glare.
"What?" she said confusedly. "W-why not?"
He shrugged lightly.
"B-but...but!" He was giving her the silent treatment. Seriously? This was childish!
She rushed over to him in the kitchen. He just stared at her brooding eyes with dead ones.
"I didn't hang up on you. I prom—"
He pushed her away from him by her shoulder. "Okay," he said simply and smirked.
Her face was deadpanned. He was beyond insane.
"You didn't cook?" he said.
"No...I didn't think you'd be home—"
"My shift is done."
"What?" She panicked. "You said that you were coming home for lunch."
"It is lunch," he explained and pointed over at the clock on the stove. He was right; it was a little after noon.
"Oh..." His stare made her uncomfortable. "Um...what would you like?"
"It doesn't matter." He walked over to the couch and turned on the television. "Make ramen."
"Okay..."
"Do you want that?" he asked.
"What?"
"Do you want ramen?"
"No...not really."
"Then don't make it."
"But you just said—"
"It doesn't matter."
He doesn't make sense. Ever. And she was annoyed — very annoyed!
However, she was still smiling.
"What are you making?"
"Soup—"
"Why?"
"I...um, is that okay?"
"No," he droned.
Her smile went away. She thought he didn't care!
"What would you like?" she asked again.
He shrugged and changed the channel.
Her eyes narrowed. He smirked: he could feel that developing glare on the back of his head.
She was growing up so fast!
"Make a salad," he said. "You need it."
So, yes. She missed the silent treatment.
x-x-x
Hinata forced her eyes opened at that annoying snooze alarm. If she didn't have to go to work and wake up this early anymore, then why was this damn thing going off? Oh, yes, that's right. That screwed up Sato Hospital started giving Sasuke the morning shifts again. Why? Were they in on the "We Must Cause Hinata Harm" conspiracy as well? She lifted herself up with her feeble arms and looked over at Sasuke peacefully sleeping. He cuddled up beside her bare thigh and she blushed, trying her best not to smile.
Cute and evil don't mix.
Cute and evil don't mix.
Why do cute and evil mix so well for him?
No! She was losing herself. He was winning this battle. He HAD to go away.
"Sasuke," she whispered.
Inhale.
"Sasuke."
Exhale.
"Sasuke." She pushed him lightly. "Sasuke, you have to wake up."
He sighed to himself and wrapped his arms around her. "No I don't," he muttered with his eyes closed.
"What...what do you mean?"
"I don't have to work today..."
He pulled her closer and she stared at her ceiling with mystified, lucent orbs brimming with tears.
Why?
She didn't understand.
All she wanted in life was to be alone.
A workaholic.
Alone.
Sasuke-free.
Alone.
Sasuke-free and alone. So, why?
She missed her job.
"Here."
Hinata grabbed the plastic bowl that was handed to her. Sasuke sat next to her and rested his arm on the part of the bench that was behind her. She smiled at him and looked down at...ice cream? He took them out for ice cream? Yes, she liked ice cream, but what made him get something that he didn't like himself? She looked at his lap and watched him pull his salty pretzel apart. He stared back.
"Eat that before it melts," he said and shoved the bread into his mouth.
"Oh!" She grasped onto the cold bowl tighten and readied herself to eat the custard!
Then it hit her.
"Sasuke?"
"Hm?"
"How..." She used the plastic spoon to play with the ice cream. "How did you know I liked...chocolate?"
He shrugged. "You told me."
"When?"
"High school."
He looked away at her shocked face. He hated that memory and wanted it to go away forever. She discarded the mess out of him!
She looked down at her lap and smiled to herself. That memory was the best they shared.
"Come here." He pulled her and she followed.
Hinata blushed. He was being nice.
She couldn't take it.
"Oh…I don't know," she said diffidently.
"Which one?"
This was excessively too much nice.
Hinata beamed at the spotted smiling face looking up at her. Sasuke smirked.
How did this happen?
She hated him — he ruined her!
Now they had a puppy?
This atrocity just turned into commitment.
Oh no they didn't!
[This is terribly beautiful.]
Oh Maker, I love the phone part!
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