Honestly, Sasuke had positively no idea why there was a certain Hyuuga heiress sprawled across his lap. Nor did he have a single clue why the said heiress was currently unconscious. And certainly, he had no explanation why she was wearing a sinfully scanty, pink, body hugging bunny outfit.
Title: Of Bunnies and Men
Rating: T, for language, innuendos, and possibly suggestive themes (I blame Jiraiya and Hanabi)
Disclaimer: Do I own Naruto? Current status- no. (It's a work in progress)
Warning: Goo-inducing fluff. Please beware…. And it's AU.
"N-no".
There were very few times in Hinata Hyuuga's life where she directly refused anyone of anything. In fact, she could count every different instance all on one single hand, and mostly because they included denying Kiba of his dogged –no pun intended- insistence on going for any days longer than three without a bath. Not even Akamaru's puppy dog face or any semblance of a pout could deter her of her assurance to get him properly cleaned. It was hers and Shino's pact after all- and both dutifully agreed that it had to be heavily enforced after one particularly bad incident involving Kiba, a whole alley of cats, two cartons of milk, and an extremely irritated Kurenai. It took her days, and not to mention five bottles of shampoo, to get rid of all the cat fur. Certainly, after that, she made sure her denial of his acquisition was firm and unwavering, no matter how many bloody cinnamon buns he bribed her with. Now, nibbling nervously at her upper lip, and slowly backing away from the offending object she unfortunately beheld, she would make absolute certainty that Hanabi would not get her way.
Jutting out her chin in defiance, Hanabi merely settles for a huff. "Awww, why not?" She inched the hanger closer to Hinata's face.
Shaking with embarrassment, Hinata could feel her cheeks growing warm with the familiar onslaught of blushes. She glanced warily to the side and sighed for the fifteenth time before voicing her objections again, "I meant it Hanabi. No".
"But why not!" Her younger sister crossed her arms beneath her chest and explained- incredibly sensibly if she would say so for herself, "It looks great on you!"
Hinata says nothing but chokes at her sister's exclamation, "G-great!" she stutters and flushes hotly-again. When she had asked her darling younger sister to help her find a costume for a party- an office party might she add, she had expected something… interesting. Certainly, she knew better than to even hope for it to be normal, but she was willing to try something new, exciting, spontaneous for a change. She had been cautious when she first suggested the idea, and dared not let her sister's imagination run too wild by adding, "something nice, simple, ne?". But she knew her sister well enough to expect something otherwise. Maybe it would only be over the top, she had reassured herself when Hanabi only smiled and agreed- too quickly now that she thinks about it. Perhaps even slightly too extravagant, and possibly- maybe with a dash of scandalous. But this- she can't even iterate the thing into words - this was just lunacy. Never, ever, had she expected this. This wasn't just scandalous, it was positively sinful.
Hinata chokes again as the word echoes in her head; she could practically feel her blush plastered over her. The ears she begrudgingly admits were cute- bad enough- but regrettably cute nonetheless. But the dress, and she wasn't sure if she could even call it that (if there was a minimum requirement to fabric to call it that, she was adamant that this would not pass at all), was simply, utterly just scanty. It was light pink, with the softest shade of lavender (which she would have admired if it were not the reason for her inability to breathe) lacing. The top was designed with corset like seams, and the edges were lined with layers of frills and tulle. White ribbon ran across the bustline and crisscrossed until it converged at the edges of the skirt, which was pleated and puffed with lace and pearls. The color she did not mind, nor did the lace and fabric particular bothered her, but it was the way the top was cut incredibly low into a plunging sweetheart line, and the way the skirt would end up no less than nine inches above her knee that arose the panic swelling in her chest. And she refused to even comment on the ridiculous, furry, white tail. That was downright wrong.
"The color will go great with your complexion!" Hanabi chirped cheerfully, her eyes painfully bright and completely oblivious to Hinata's panic-induced asphyxiated state. Swallowing air through her quivering lips, Hinata tries to reason as firmly as she could, "B-but it's pink! And…lavender! And…white…"
Her voice falters when her argument reaches her ears and she realizes exactly how poor of an excuse it was. Hanabi gives her an apathetic look and gingerly shakes the dress in Hinata's direction; the pale pink frills bounce excitedly as if nodding their mutual agreement. Hinata does not retort, but instead licks her lips nervously, and twists a strand of midnight blue hair in her hands. Silence stretches for a minute as Hinata shifts her weight nervously from one foot to another and shoots apprehensive glances at the costume Hanabi had gleefully chosen.
Exerting a heavy sigh, Hanabi approaches Hinata with a tone she normally reserved for these dire situations. "Which is exactly why it will match your skin perfectly", Hanabi accentuates the last word by lifting the corners of her mouth into a sly smirk.
Hinata returns with wide eyes and an upraised brow, no amount of coercion would ever get her into that.
Oh how wrong she was.
Standing with his hands dug deep into the corners of his gray slacks stood one irritated, scowling Sasuke Uchiha. Sasuke was not entirely sure why exactly he was standing outside the Hyuuga residence- well …that was a lie. He knew exactly why he was here and the reason was because of one annoyingly persistent lazy blond he begrudgingly called a "friend", but it wasn't that which boggled his current train of thought. No, what concerned him was why he agreed. He couldn't understand why he bothered to listen to said irritating blond in the first place.
Briefly, he questioned his state of mind when Naruto had approached him a week ago and of course being Naruto, it was accompanied with a much too-enthusiastic punch – which he countered of course- and silly grin etched on his face. Yes, he must have been drunk he decides, or at least hung-over. Because that was the only way he would have ever agreed to this. Why was he, of all people, chosen to be the Hyuuga heiress's date? It wasn't as if he even knew the girl! Well, he amended, that was a lie too. He knew her of course, he would be an idiot not to know the heiress of the Hyuuga Corporation, and he was no Naruto. But he had only seen her for a few times when his family invited their partners, and sometimes rivals, over for dinner. She was meek, from what he remembered. Painfully shy and awkwardly plain. And not to mention his date for the night.
Reminded of his predicament, Sasuke grunts with cavemen like precision. Ohhh… Naruto owed him big time- at least a hundred tomatoes -if not more. Taking his frustration out on the innocent doorbell, he jabs the white gleaming button a fourth time as he runs a hand though his raven locks. If the stupid door didn't open in three seconds he would turn around, go home, and be bloody happy enjoying his tomato juice in bed- Naruto and his dobeness be damned. As if it read his thoughts, a split second later, a squeak alerts him that the large oaken door was now opened. He scowls and runs through his lists of curses for Naruto before deliberately making his way to the center of open ballroom. He would patiently wait for his-he thought the word with distaste-date, take her to her damn party, and leave. He wasn't obliged to be kind.
Scowling even more now, he grabs the knot of his tie and pulls with irritation. She could at least have the decency to be early. And Sasuke certainly was not known to have the best patience in the world. Besides, it was Hinata, what did she had to get ready for? She would likely throw on a skirt or her suit from work. She couldn't possibly take so long. But the fact that she did pissed him off even more. He flicked his wrist upwards and counted off the ticks of his watch. 15 seconds, 30 seconds, one minute. Aggravated, he turned swiftly on his heel, intent on leaving the premises at once. He had better things to do, namely finish his tomatoes.
Taking barely a step, he found himself colliding with the softest air he ever noticed. A small "oof" brought his attention to the young woman before him who was rubbing her head with a slight wince. He searched her face for recognition and noticed how her lilac eyes widened as she noticed the man she had just bumped into.
Navy hair, lilac eyes. Well, speak of the devil, it was the Hyuuga heiress herself. Sasuke smirked when she blushed at their proximity before he settled his eyes on her attire, or rather lack thereof. There wasn't much of an attire to look at, but Sasuke could feel his jaw unhinge itself. Well, this was at least a close replica of her. Because there was no way, absolutely impossible, for the Hinata Hyuuga, shy, conservative Hinata Hyuuga to be dressed so damn…sexy.
And was that a furry cotton tail he spied?
Sasuke lifts a perfectly sculpted brow. He was not expecting this. The world could have collapsed and be invaded by tomato-wielding rabbits, and Sasuke would still not have expected this. He blinks, and stares. Hinata blushes a fiery red, and Sasuke followed the hot pink of her complexion from her cheeks to her chin, down to her neck, and lower to the smooth span of skin just above the frills of her dress. Taking in the way his eyes followed down her body, Hinata felt herself overheat even more than usual. Her skin burned in mortification. Not only was she dressed in the skimpiest clothes she ever set eyes on but Sasuke Uchiha, the Sasuke Uchiha, was currently eyeing her appreciatively. Licking her lips, she struggles to regain oxygen to her brain, so that she could at least form a coherent strand of words. She had a perfectly reasonable explanation for this!
It was Hanabi! Hanabi!
Her mind screamed.
His eyes ran through her body once more. Any oxygen she recovered flew out in strangled gasps. So she reacted in the best way she could, she fainted.
With quicker reflexes then he knew he had, Sasuke caught the Hyuuga heiress just seconds before she could hit the ground. Gently, he settles her into the crook of his arm, as her head lulled back against his chest making the furry ears tickle his throat. He runs his eyes to her face, and catches himself staring at plump pink lips. They were slightly glossy, delectably colored, and he found a strange urge to know what they tasted like. Startled by his own indecency, Sasuke forces his eyes away from her face and lower to check on her breathing- he could at least make sure she was still alive. But the fall had shifted her dress slightly lower than it should have been and Sasuke was sure he was watching something much more interesting than her breathing. And the damn tail! God, it was bloody soft. He found himself, against his will he would later insist, appreciating the soft satin feel of her skin as he watched her chest rise in fall rhythmically. So engrossed in his observation of her breathing that he almost didn't register the sound of footsteps until it was too late.
"Oi- Sasuke do you see Hinata any-"
Neji stopped, looked, and convulsed. At the back of his head, Sasuke felt like palming his face against the floor, or at least running before Neji could catch him.
"Yes".
Neji lifted a brow and stepped forward, his face increasingly darkening.
Sighing, Sasuke grunted but didn't drop the heiress. He almost wanted to pat himself on the back for sounding much more collected than he thought he would. "Neji- there is a perfectly reasonable explanation for this".
"Oh no there isn't". Out of nowhere, Hanabi chirped happily.
A/N:
Sorry for long wait! I know I should be updating more frequently but I am working on my other stories so please bear with me!
The other stories will be updated in this order: Precipice, Puerile, Cupid.
Anyways, thanks for reading!