She was walking up her long drive that seemed just a little bit longer than it normally did. Her father did have it previously extended but that was an entirely different story. Something just seemed odd about the house today. The pale color was the same as it normally was, they seemed to have all their cars in position as normal. There was just an odd aura about the place.
And she realized it as she opened the front door. The hollow inside of her house was filled with a dreadful scent, nothing significant or distinct, just one that normally only filled her nose when she felt nervous. And there in front of her, she had not realized, was Hiashi. He'd returned from....wherever he'd been. She instantly dropped her things, running to him. She didn't know why, it was so unlike her. She was never one to get excited about her father's return. She just did what she thought he would have liked her to do.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him delicately on the cheek, instantly realizing that was a horrible idea since he smelled like garlic. She cringed but masked it well. He smiled and returned her love with an adoring hug. She then pulled away as fast as she could. She smiled. "Father! You're back!" she clapped her hands together with a false feeling of excitement.
"I'm so happy that my favorite daughter missed me for once." he didn't quite smile or sound humorous but she knew it was natural, he wasn't angry, he always looked stoic.
"Hanabi will be so excited to see that you're back." Hinata smiled, now thinking in the back of her head that it was complete BS. The only person that dislikes Hiashi more than she did was Hanabi.
"I've already seen your sister, she took it upon herself to give herself the day off from school today." You mean everyday. He straightened his tie.
"Yeah, I know." she sighed.
"It's so interesting how enthusiastic you are outside of school." Her ears perked to the sound of that familiar voice that haunted her Monday-Friday from eight to four pm. She turned and let out a small shriek.
"What are you doing here?" she yelped so high-pitchedly that it was barely heard.
He ignored her, turning his attention to her father who began an entirely new conversation. "Mr. Uchiha tells me you haven't been doing very well in his class." Hinata gasped but covered her mouth, peering at both of them briefly. "But I understand that you've been out of school for so long, you my need time to catch up so Mr. Uchiha has suggested that he tutor you everyday after school."
Hinata gasped once again, doing the same dance she did before. Her brows furrowed more and more with every word that came from her father's mouth. The only word she could think of was...menace! Menace! Menace! Menace! That man is such a menace! He's trying to ruin my life!
"Now I know how much you value your alone time with Neji" Her father shook his head apologetically. Oh, now I see where he's going. "but I think your education is more important at the moment." Hinata's mouth remained agape but not the same way it was before.
"No worries, Mr. Hyuuga, I'll assure that Hinata learns everything she needs to progress." Sasuke nodded as Hinata rolled her eyes in pure disgust.
"I know you will." He replied gracefully, turning and walking away without another word. Hinata watched him walk into the emptiness of their home, she could barely believe that man was really her father. She truly came from him. "Your four hours starts now." he spoke just loud enough for Hinata to barely hear.
Four hours? she thought in pure rage. What had he done? She hated spending time with Neji but she didn't want to replace it with learning. She did math for an hour and a half everyday, now it was six. Good job.
She silently sat down on the couch near the front of the room. This was just perfect. Sasuke took the seat next to her in the same fashion and she turned away from him. She just couldn't believe he just did that. Of course she hated the idea of school but her real reason for disgust was the wonder. Why would he do that? Why would he care?
"Ignoring me is going to make tutoring you really difficult." Sasuke said, reclining back in their antique blue Victorian love seat.
"Why would you even do that?" she turned to him in anger and it was very obvious to him now that she was setting him up for an opportunity for her to flame at him. "It's not even any of your business."
"I guess I was just trying to help." He shrugged. "Besides, if its none of my business, why did you tell me?" he asked in the most unintelligent, smart ass tone.
"I was speaking figuratively." she huffed with her nose in the air. "It's not my fault you take it upon yourself to solve everyone else's problems."
""Fine then, if you don't want my help, I'll just leave. I have better things to do other than tutoring a spoiled, arrogant princess." he spat at her and she instantly became angry. Those words were the least appealing things she could have ever been graced with.
"I am not a spoiled princess." she growled under her breath, staring daggers at him and gritting her teeth together.
"Or should I say you're a groupie." Hinata covered her mouth in offense. "You spend all your time worshiping boys that aren't even thinking about you."
"That's....such a horrible...horrible lie! You are a liar." each syllable came out so strained and broken that she even sounded like a liar to herself.
"Oh I see you ogling that stupid blonde boy all day, honestly, you could really do a lot better." He snickered. "Then again, you don't even really have a chance."
"I do to have a chance!" she snarled, this time actually admitting that she had a desire to have a chance.
"You've got the right body, right personality, wrong guy." Sasuke rubbed under his knows, kneeling over to grab his suitcase and shuffling through it.
"If Naruto's the wrong guy, then who is the right guy?" Hinata crossed her arms, feeling like she was close to defeating him.
"Whom." He corrected again, still knelt over.
"No, who. When you answer the door do you say, whom is it? You say who." She insisted in the same way, sick of him always correcting her. "Now whom is the right guy?"
"No one at that school." he grunted as he brought himself back up, resting his briefcase in his lap.
"You're just trying to mess with me now." she stated quite emotionlessly.
"I'm not, I just know you're sensitive." he yawned now with his papers of choice in his hand, now above his head as he stretched his arms.
"I'm not sensitive." she responded in an uncaring tone, tilting her head to the side without eye contact.
He chuckled, she just proved his point. Had she not been sensitive she would not have denied his accusations of being sensitive. He peered at her for just a moment, watching as she stared into her lap, trying to decipher this "sensitivity" she knew didn't exist. "You have very fleshy lips, Hinata. They're very big." he said, just examining the plump and fullness of her lips.
"What?" she asked quickly and very unsettled. She covered her as if it were the most sexual thing she had ever heard.
"You have full lips, I like them." he repeated in an unexcited way, like this was an average conversation, like this didn't make her face flare up the most offensive color of crimson.
"Why...why would you say that?" Hinata asked hesitantly, still covering her mouth and shuddering with nervousness.
"It's true, I suppose. You must get a lot of compliments." Sasuke continued on, pulling out pens and things from the side pocket of his briefcase and now Hinata was slightly concerned about what he was planning to do with all that paper work.
"What are you going to do with those?" Hinata changed the subject, it was morbidly ill at any rate. She pointed to the stack that formed in his hand and he switched to it as if he had subconsciously began sorting all those papers.
"This is your class work for today." Hinata raised a brow. "You mean....I really have to do that?"
"Class is class, I'm not sitting here wasting my time for nothing." he planted the sheets on her lap. "We're going to begin with adding and multiplying radical functions." he pointed to the spot at which he wanted her to begin.
"I didn't even want to do this in the first place." she complained, worthlessly since she moaned and groaned while plugging in variables and deciphering the value of y.
"You'll get over it." He reclined back, very sloth like. Hinata suddenly hated him. She was supposed to be the one laying on the living chair. What was the point of going to school if she came home to it as well?
"So you're back, great." Sasuke snorted disrespectfully. The first day of their tutoring had been, to say the least, simple. Hinata studied quietly, Sasuke was bored to death. He didn't know she would be so passive as to just accept his demands to work. He expected at least a small argument, but not at all. She simply went over the problems, handed them to him when she was done, and asked if there was more work. He didn't doubt that she was very intelligent, she was far more experienced in mathematics than the rest of her classmates. He was very impressed by her answers, only three were incorrect.
He felt as though he'd damned himself to eternal boring, sluggish afternoons with the queen silence. For she never spoke.... Now the two of them were back to the usual spot, the roof top. Just eating lunch in bitter silence, he had to admit he felt at ease with her but he did also enjoy the solitude of eating alone. He just had to pretend to be disgusted by her presence, he thought that if he showed his indifference to her being there, she would stop coming.
"Why are you surprised?" She questioned almost silently.
"Don't we spend enough time together." He snorted. She blushed at the thought, they did spend a lot of time together. Just the idea of them being 'together' made her cheeks warm. They were connected, not romantically, but they were associated regularly, and he saw at as 'spending time together'. Normally it wouldn't have her so flustered but now, now things were a little different.
He was attractive. He wasn't like the boys around her school, barely pubescent, unintelligent, mind focused on one thing. Sasuke was older, more mature, experienced in .....sex. Not that she was interested in having sex at all. She mentally agreed with herself that if it had to be with someone, she would like it to be Naruto.
But then she sighed, it was yet another dream, nothing but a fantasy spinning around in her head. She shook her head gently, without a coy smile or delicate bliss. The look on her face was more disappointed, slightly sorrowful. He couldn't help but catch it.
"What are you thinking about?" He dared to ask, gazing into the bright sunshine of this day. The sky was fruitful with light, the sun seemed closer to their small village than it had ever been.
"It's nothing." she replied with a similar sigh.
"Quit shitting me, if there was nothing wrong, you wouldn't look the way you do." She had no idea how he always read her thoughts aloud like he did.
"There is really nothing I would like to talk about." There was that passiveness again.
"It's probably about Naruto, you think about him 24/7." Sasuke teased very knowingly.
She flushed. She wasn't going to deny it, she really was thinking about him. Plus, she didn't exactly want to say aloud what she was thinking in her head. If he knew she thought about sex, he'd never let it go.
"You're too good for him, you know." Sasuke began speaking aimlessly, pulling out a single long cigarette from his back pocket. He didn't look at her but Hinata's eyes never left his hand as he brought it up to cover his mouth and lit the cigarette. She scrutinized every part of him, she was suspicious, something was wrong with him. "You've been obsessed with him for how many years now? If he can ignore a pretty girl like you, he's probably not smart enough to be anyone you want to be involved with."
"I don't remember." she began some long speech she had plotted in her mind. "How I became so infatuated with him." Cut short, as Sasuke wasn't the person she'd imagined saying this to.
"Are you going to change for him?" Sasuke asked, taking the first long, drawn out puff of the poison he had between his index and middle finger.
"What do you mean?"
"It's obvious that you're not his type, he likes different girls. You know, the loud and obnoxious kind, like that pink one." he shrugged, taking to second long puff. Hinata twitched as she watched him suck the stick down his throat, it slowly turned into ash with every second. She felt herself dying of lung cancer just watching him. And in two easy puffs, the stick was down to the filter which he removed from his lips to flick onto the asphalt.
"I don't know, I don't think he's attracted to me at all." she spoke, tugging at the edges of her skirt to emphasize her plainness. The only thing Sasuke noticed was her perfectly round thighs. She put herself down so low. "Do you....do you think I'm....pretty?" she felt like such a stooge just asking but she felt the uncanny sensation that she had nothing to lose.
"Why would you ask me, I don't know." he interjected quickly as an answer, rolling his eyes a bit, inwardly burning up. Was she stupid? Why would she ask that? I'm trying to be a teacher, am I supposed to answer that?
"Sorry." she said immediately. "I...I should just lose some weight." he felt his brain boiling the way it did only when he heard things that made him feel a mix of sympathy and annoyance. He died a bit inside whenever he heard a perfect girl talking about how flawed she was. He just never saw Hinata as one of those girls, she sure did have it masked.
His wanted to grumble or groan but he couldn't, he didn't want to imply that he was unconcerned but it bored him to be honest. She was lovely, she didn't have to berate herself to get him to notice her. Then again, it wasn't really for him. She really thought she was unattractive. "Maybe I'll become a vegetarian." she said while patting her flat belly. "What do you think?" she turned to him as if he really had something to say.
His eyes simply remained fixed on her face. She mirrored his look, ready for whatever he would say and completely prepared to seek his guidance. It arose inside of him and he didn't want to stop himself. He didn't want to stop himself from grabbing the edge of her shirt and pulling her to him, then pressing his lips softly against hers. Just barely touching for the moment but he pressed it forward so that she could taste his breath. It wasn't an open mouthed kiss, he had no desire at the moment to cross over that line but he'd already broken so many boundaries.
She closed her eyes, allowing his lips to caress hers for a moment until she realized just what was happening. Her eyes snapped open but she didn't move away. His arm now supported her back while his other hand pressed against her face. She shivered under the touch of his freezing digits. She felt the kiss linger for a moment or two, atleast thirty seconds. His hand then slid away from her back and he released her lips, slowly allowing his own eyelids to flutter open. He left her body completely, pulling away and standing in his previous position, eyes fixed on her. Just watching her expression, he had half an idea that she may flip out.
Hinata was frozen, she didn't move, she didn't want to. But her breath cracked the ice that seemed to form around her body. She opened her mouth to speak but barely anything came out. "Why?" she stuttered, touching her lips with her fingertips to make sure it really happened.
He couldn't shake the apologetic look on his face. In his own mind, he felt like an idiot. He kissed her. He kissed a student, he was a pervert and possibly a pedofile.
"Why did you just do that?" her fingers didn't leave her lips but her eyes were cross. Her words came out as a low growl.
"Hey, I only did it because you were berating yourself. You have such a low self-esteem, I just wanted you to shut up." He sounded like a twelve year old even to himself, to be honest, he didn't know what to say. But he didn't kiss her for the reason he said. "I was just trying to make you feel better."
She shook her head, still staring at him like he was the worst thing in the world. Never had she felt more violated before in her life. She didn't want to look at him.
"Why do you look like that? It's just a kiss." he spat at her, more angrily than she did. She didn't know why he was offended, he was the one putting his lips on everything.
"You're.....my teacher." she said, knowing it was completely obvious. She threw him the most judging, disgusted look in her. She just hated how obvious it was, as if he didn't know. Still he stood there with that stupid look on his face. She stepped backwards to the door connecting the inside of the building and the outside. The door that separated her from the peacefully hectic school day and the horrific thickness of awkward air between her and Mr. Uchiha. Lifting the door, she lept into the safety of the school, not taking her eyes off him as she climbed all the way down the stairs until he could no longer be seen and she shut the door behind her.
It just left him standing there feeling like an idiot.