His moves were thunderous, the way how his body shook as he backed away from Hinata – though his face show no feelings towards his inner turmoil to her reaction Hinata could tell by the way how his jaw was just flexing. Hinata almost glared at the Uchiha has retreated back into the hotel room, his eyes glinting a certain red as he continued into the building, Hinata was confused at how harshly he took her seethe, but alas didn't question it any further before she turned her attention back to the numerous lanterns afloat into the night sky.
Hinata pulled her hands back from the wood, her materialized hope in setting the lantern free from its bindings, she failed to do this – and oddly enough it irked her so much, that the subtle rage crawling under her skin didn't seem to subside, the only thing soothing her ravenous yearning to bite some one's head off was the elegant illuminating light that traveled into the atmosphere. Allowing herself to ponder slightly, she convinced herself that her hiss at the Uchiha was completely unnecessary and she remorse only so much of it that she began to fumble her way around towards the door, "help me, Sasuke" she spoke softly, her voice seemingly the loudest thing in the room though resembled a whisper, Sasuke was quick to his feet to pluck the girl from the grimy balcony floor and placing her delicately upon the duvet comforter as if a toy teddy bear.
And that is was exactly what Sasuke deemed the girl – a living doll.
Sasuke sat at the end of the bed, his hands pressed harshly to his lips as he steadied his gaze straight forward and ignored the being now attempting and failing at tucking herself inside the blankets, until she just stopped.
"Why am I like this, Sasuke?" she asked freely, Sasuke avoided to look at Hinata – he'd give just about anything to evade the ever tightening grasp that she had around his neck. He could feel Hinata's pearly eyes on the back of his neck, probably taking in every detail of his form, to the stitches of his shirt to the curve of his neck, he knew how she liked to observe and take note of every detail, reminded of when she'd remember each and every star in the sky and simply acknowledged their existence – convinced her mother was haunting the dead voids.
"You're weak, you always have been" was Sasuke tasteless reply as he turned his body, though eluded himself the pleasure of staring at the Hyuuga that longingly scrutinized every movement he made. This is his result for her happening to be on Team 8. He half smirked at this, though it faded quickly as he sheathed himself under the covers, "How was I like before this?" she asked, still leaning against the headboard as she stared at the back of Sasuke's head, "You were shy, polite, and god damned annoying" not surprisingly, she made no reciprocation to his affliction to her past self, then that's when realization came yet again to Sasuke for the second time that hour, she wasn't the same Hinata.
"Why do you put up with me?" her voice was a hum, it hung in the air and whirled into their surroundings as if Sasuke was on euphoria and could see the idioms swim around the room. At this question, he turned to look at her squarely into those iris' he could trade he soul to pull out of her head, "I owe you my life" and he did.
It was a vital aspect of his life he contemplated on for a while now. Much like Naruto's influence on her, the one of many reasons as to why he was so willing to continue his life was Hinata. The naïve cognition to believe that she would causally take her into his arms and accept him into her daily life amused him endlessly; sometimes he'd sit and occupy his mind with such trivial situations.
He knew it was idiotic, though sometimes he was allowed to be a blazing idiot, this was one omission.
Thankfully, Hinata took silence as a reply to the stoic Uchiha as he returned to face the opposite direction of the idle girl who busied herself with smoothing over the duvet blanket.
Sasuke felt her body slither pathetically on the bed, recoiling from him, attempting to push farthest from him, he flipped over and reluctantly pulled the blanket from underneath her and properly formed her into the bed, "thank you" she murmured, and Sasuke felt a light tinge in his chest as her eyes stared determinedly up at him, he nodded curtly and respectfully returned to his originated spot on the bed.
Effortlessly, the exhausted Hyuuga fell into a slumber, which was ironic, considering Sasuke was the one exerting himself more profoundly, though he didn't question it.
He allowed himself to turn his body to face the girl he was sharing a bed with, and studied her while she slept. She was graceful all in herself. Though she stumbled and made more mistakes any Kunoichi of her ranking would make – every motion she performed was swift and fluid. Slow.
Sasuke watched as her eyes began to flicker behind her lids and a tug at his lips threatened him, he was readying himself to fall asleep while watching her, which he wondered was even possible, though like many things, he didn't question it.
Noticing the way how her lips were naturally plump, the biting she performed ritually took a toll on reddening her lips, which was another trait that contrasted with her alabaster skin. She was the epitome of perfect yet she hasn't really taken any effort into creating such a thing whatsoever. He believed his mind was playing tricks on him, he solely believed that he held higher expectations for Hinata, and believed wholeheartedly she was everything any man would ask for, how could anyone every deny the Heiress?
Sasuke motioned himself further into her, feeling her breath prickle against his upper lip, he gulped down a dry lump in his throat – the temptations couldn't bind him no longer, he needed to make his fantasies of her a reality.
"Naruto" his name escaped her lips as he was millimeters away, and like lightening, he jumped from the bed and pressed himself against the wall, creating distance between the two.
How the fuck can she remember him!?