Hinata teaching Sasuke how to deal with politics, since he wants to become Hokage. Sasuke becoming enraged and Hinata has to put out fires.

(requested by tactics2012)

"Naruto said what!?"

Hinata poured a bucket of water atop the potted plant Sasuke had unintentionally set on fire. It had been her favorite, too. He clenched her jaw and resolved herself to worrying about bigger things than burnt hydrangeas. It was all just another part of being Uchiha Sasuke's right hand.

"He's demanding payment for all the times he saved the village," Hinata said, walking to the sink and preemptively refilling the bucket. "But he's willing to forget Konoha's debt if they appoint him as Hokage."

"That's blackmail."

"It's p-perfectly legal."

Sasuke took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. "Hn."

"D-don't let him get to you, Uchiha-san. That's what he's anticipating." Hinata returned to where he sat on the couch, lowering the bucket to the floor beside it.

Sasuke absently went through the pile of papers on the coffee table. "What else?" he said, digressing from Naruto's bitch move.

Hinata lifted a scroll and began to read through it. "The Aburame clan wants more forest conservation, and less destruction of the trees for ply wood."

"Well, this is the Leaf village."

"But the Inuzuka clan is opposed to this, since they use wood for their trademark animal sanctuaries."

"Hn."

"Meanwhile, the Akimichi clan wants dog meat back on the market."

"…what?"

"And the Nara clan wants deer off the market. Apparently, they're having a problem with stolen livestock." Hinata hesitated, and looked around, before whispering, "They strongly suspect the Akimichi clan."

Sasuke's cheek twitched.

Hinata looked as though she would continue, but then pressed her lips.

"What is it? More complaints?"

She reddened. "Actually…" She rolled the scroll across the coffee table, where it uncoiled and fell to the floor, revealing yards of paper covered in tiny print. "To be honest, the whole village is at the brink of war."

Sasuke frowned at the scroll. "Why are you doing this?"

"What?"

"Why are you helping me?

She hesitated. "Because – it's my dream."

"It's my dream," he corrected her.

"But my dream is for you to achieve your dream."

He stared at her. "What about Naruto?"

"I believe in his dream. B-but…his dream doesn't correspond with mine."

"You've created yourself quite the work-around," he said, causing her to blush. "Tell me more, crafty Hyuuga." He caught her hand and pulled her closer.

"B-but I'd prefer not to do all the t-talking." At seeing that Sasuke, in fact, had no further interest in talking, she struggled to get away. "Uchiha-san – ano – you're m-making me v-very uncomfortable!"

"Then sit on my lap. I'll make you comfortable."

"No – w-wait – I-"

As a last resort, she dumped the bucket of water on his head, which mostly extinguished his flame-spiky hair and fire-hot libido.

"Thanks," he said tersely. He shuffled around soggy papers.

"O-of course."