Rock my World
Jealous
I looked up at the emerald green leaves as I took tiny steps forward, hoping on my heels, making sure to keep close to my brother. I took a lick at my red popsicle, slowly letting the coolness make my tongue go numb.
I halted when we neared the old music store, I leaned my forehead on the cold glass. There it was, the electric blue guitar placed gracefully on its stand, like a king on its throne. I had been saving my allowance, one yen at a time for that guitar, 'one day you will be mine' I thought, smiling like a sun at the guitar.
Guitars where beautiful, curvy and glossy, "Guitars are like women" the store owner said when I had courageously entered the store one summer afternoon, me and Naruto glimpsing at the instruments from behind the counter shyly.
"Ne, Ni-chan, what are women?" I asked my older brother Itachi.
I expected a wise answer because it was asked to a wise person.
"Women are mom." At the time I guess that could be considered a wise answer, leaving much to wonder.
"What about girls, the store owner from that store said that guitars are like girls," I really didn't know what the difference in between a boy and a girl was, but I was sure it had something to do with cooties, "but what are girls?"
"They are soft and fluffy, and their eyes are like marbles," he said while sucking on his melting popsicle.
I licked my own cherry popsicle again and looked up to the sky in deep thought, "well that makes sense."
I had never seen a girl that met such description, but again I had never seen a guitar that was fluffy either.
"Hinata, do you remember me?" I said while pointing at my chest stupidly. For a moment I felt so out of character that it made me feel as if someone out there was writing what I was thinking while fantasizing about some stupid boys' love manga, because there was no way I would say something as uncool as that.
She just stared at me with those bauble-sized eyes of hers and tilted her head to the side like a baby deer in headlights. Her cheeks where an apple red, her bangs where a mess and her T-shirt was bulgy but I still couldn't help but think that she looked cute and fluffy.
"Of course, your Sasu-chin right?" I felt a figurative arrow pierce through my heart. She didn't remember did she? "Nice to meet you." She said with a bow.
"Ne~ Hinata, do you know him?" I stood still, my mouth agape and my heart pierced by the figurative arrow of words thrown mercilessly at me. I recovered fast, only to see the guy with the weird red marks on his cheeks peeking out from behind her and pinching her cheeks.
She turned around and whispered something to him, occasionally glancing at me from behind her inky black locks of hair. Why wasn't she mad about him touching her with such familiarity? Why wasn't she scolding him for pinching her cheeks like that? And most importantly why was he still touching her?
"Ah, so that means…" he turned around and gave me a mocking smirk, "that this guy," he pointed at me, "is my rival in love!"
Hinata blushed. "K-Kiba-kun don't be rude…!" she said.
I looked at the guy with the messy brown hair in confusion and I suddenly remembered. He was the guy that had picked her up the day I met her. He stared at me and then he smirked, "just kidding!" he said after a few moments of utter silence.
"I guess everyone decided to ignore me," another guy poked out from who knows where.
"Sorry Shino-kun," she turned to the creepy guy with the hoodie and sunglasses and stuck her tongue out. So cute! I swear I would get a nosebleed.
Naruto was just standing there, the words 'Oh, burn' on the tip of his tongue. Sakura was biting into her cotton candy locks of hair and Shikamaru was fiddling with his drum sticks absentmindedly.
"Uh…" was all I could say utter.
The silence was death. The silence was nerve-wracking.
"Hey," the guy with the hoodie and sunglasses said in an all too monotone voice, "is there something you need?"
Hinata was also looking at me, her marble-like eyes making my heart pound to an unusual beat. "Did I win a contest or something?" she asked, her hands behind her back and her messy hair tickling her rosy-red cheeks.
What was I supposed to tell her? I couldn't tell her that I just felt like seeing her? In fact I really didn't know what my real intentions where. What was it that I would gain from this, surely she would just freak out from the thought of me having such an obsessive crush on her?
But gosh, why did she have to look so cute in moments like this? She looked at me with her gray eyes, shining like moons. Her lips where pouting, full and pink. Her where behind her back and her hair was sticking at odd ends. For the first time in my life a girl had looked fluffy. I had a strange anxiety to hold her in my arms like a teddy bear, to tell her everything was going to be alright, because I was here and she was finally with me. By the time I noticed what I was doing I was already reached for her. I closed my eyes and took hold of her fragile wrist, pulling her towards me, her frail shoulders taller than mine. I hugged her tighter, feeling her shoulders, her much too wide shoulders. I muffled my breath in her hair, her much too short hair, I caressed her cheeks, her much too rough cheeks.
Wait.
What was this smell?
Wet dog.
I released her, or better say him. It turned out that I had stupidly grabbed onto her friend the one with the red marks on his cheeks. I looked around as everyone was staring me with a silence that was so deadly that it could kill a person in five minutes.
"Hey, are you gay?" the guy said while rising his fist, "because I don't swing that way."
I felt the heat rise to my cheeks.
"K-Kiba-kun that's rude!" Hinata said while tugging at his sleeve shyly.
The weird guy gave me a scowl and took hold of Hinata by the shoulder, "well what am I supposed to do when this dude is publicly hitting on me?" I heard him whisper in her ear, his breath making her bangs move slightly. Why did he have to touch her so much!
She stood quiet for a minute, her mind processing what he had just said. She would surely defend the case, deny whatsoever the thought that I could be gay, dismiss it and digress, "well you," she looked up at me, making sure that I was not listening. But I was, "you should just," she seemed at loss for words, "say that I'm your girlfriend."
Why did he have to say that? Couldn't he just say that he had a girlfriend, not that she was his girlfriend. I didn't know what this tight knot that was little by little binding itself into a bigger and tighter knot was, but it sure didn't feel nice.
He chuckled in her ear once again and ruffled her hair as she gave a tiny 'meow'. Why did she have to do that with him!
The weird boy looked at me with a swift movement of his neck and slowly he started to bow –finally he had released Hinata –he looked up directly at me, an apologetic smile peering in the tip of his lips, "Sorry, but I have a girlfriend," he said while once again taking hold of Hinata and patting her head.
I felt the tiny vein on my forehead pop up, red and full of violent hatred.
"No you don't," I said on impulse.
He gave a tiny whimper and an urge to laugh, "Yes, I do."
"She's not your girlfriend," the vein was bigger, redder.
"Dude, she's my girlfriend," he took hold of her waist and cupped her chin, "want me to prove it."
Why wasn't she doing anything! She pissed off me so much, not because she just stood there like a doll but because she seemed to be enjoying it, "let's see you try."
"Hey, Sasuke," I heard Sakura whisper from behind as she pointed at Hinata and the weird guy. I turned and looked at her, she was smiling and he was whispering something in her ear. What was this tight knot that suddenly traveled from my stomach to my throat and what was this feeling? Why did I feel this way, and towards her, a person who I had only met once? But I couldn't stop this feeling in my whole body. Why!
"Shut up Sakura," I whispered back. I turned my attention to the feigning couple I front of me and said, my voice seething with poison, "well, prove it."
The boy smiled, his tattoos cringing along with his smile. He reached towards her, taking good hold of her waist and puckering his lips, she smiled too, her cute, Bambi-like eyes started to close and her cheeks started to go red. Their faces where about one inch apart, and I felt like I had to do something: because she couldn't belong to him, because she couldn't belong to anyone.
"STOP!"
They both turned, eyes wide and smiled fading. At first I thought I was the one who said that, but as I proved to myself that my lips where sealed I turned to the source of the sound. Shikamaru? Why had he stopped them?
Hinata then straightened up wide-eyed, her cheeks an apple red, "Shika-chan-san!" she said.
"That's what they call me," he responded lazily, "but you can call me Shikamaru."
Her eyes brightened as she started rummaging in her pockets, "umm, I'm sure you get this asked a lot but…" she kept I rummaging in her pockets. As it seemed that she couldn't find what she needed in her own pockets she took the liberty to start rummaging in the weird guy with the tattoos pockets and even after not finding anything there she started rummaging in her other weird friend's hoodie. Finally after making me suffer and see her touch them way too much and in way to inappropriate ways she turned, a black Sharpie in her right hand and a cloth handkerchief in her left, "can I have your autograph?"
Shikamaru yawned, "sure."
"Thank you so much!" she handed him the handkerchief and the Sharpie, a cheesy smile playing on her lips, "can you make it for Hanabi… and don't forget to put 'with love'!"
After he signed the lacey handkerchief with his much to 'lax of an autograph he handed her the cloth, "here ya' go."
She took it into her tiny hands as if it was sewn with gold, "thank you!"
Come on, she acknowledged everyone except me! She was just so reckless and dense. I was starting to wonder if her brain was made of noodles or ramen. How could she not remember me. Me. Uchiha Sasuke. But if I think about it she didn't know who I was since the start. She never knew who Uchiha Sasuke the sexy guitarist of the famous band CHIDORI was, so of course she wouldn't remember someone she had met more than a month ago.
"Hinata!" I was at my fucking limit. How could this girl –the first fluffy girl in the world –have such an irritating effect on me!
She gave a feeble jump in the air and responded a small, "yes" almost like a squeak.
"If you don't remember me in five second I kill you!" I started to count with my fingers high in the air.
Her eyes widened, "five."
She was starting to stammer feeble attempts at responses, "four."
She whispered something to her friends, "three."
Her tiny hands where waving in the air in anxiety, "two."
Then as if a light bulb had lit on top of her head she shouted, "Sasuke-san!"
I smiled. Finally.
"Good girl," her weird friend said while patting her on the head affectionately.
"Actually, I already knew who you where, but I thought you didn't remember me, sorry," she said while bowing slightly.
Why did she think that? Who couldn't remember someone like her?
"Ha –! Are you kidding!" Naruto's high pitch voice echoed from some random and secluded corner of the room, "he couldn't stop talking about –"he was interrupted by a violent smack on the forehead, courtesy of Sakura.
"Can you please shut up Naruto!" Sakura jabbered about, scolding of Naruto's insensibility.
By the time I turned around to look at Hinata she was on the floor. Had she fainted? Why?
"Hinata~!" her friend said while poking her cheeks.
"Hinata," her other weird friend said.
"Can you please stop touching her," I said, making sure that neither of them would try as much as brush against her.
"Why? Are you jealous?" was he making fun of me!
"So what if I am!" shit. I blew it.
He just smiled. Not a mean, smirk sort of smile, more like an I – understand – what – you – feel smile.
"Don't worry, your secrets safe with me, although I don't know about Shino, he's not so good with secrets," he pointed at the guy with the hoodie.
"So do you have any idea why she fainted?" I asked.
"Well, she is a big fan of Naruto."
Great. Just great. Finally I meet her and it turns out she has the hot's for the dobe.
A/N: Okay, so this chapter was completely from Sasuke's POV, I made it this way because if it had been from Hinata's all we would have read was about how she thought she knew this guy and about her wondering if he was the Sasuke she knew. Yeah that would have been way more boring than Sasuke not realizing he's jealous right (sarcasm implied)?
Okay so I just want to say something, on the last chapter when Shino said that Hinata had no boobs, it was kind of true. In this story she is not as 'gifted' as in the canon or as in other stories. This is due to my lack of imagining someone innocent as big breasted so yeah! Also I posted a Sasuhina fanart that would sort of count as a kind of 'cover' for this story, it isn't that great because it was my first time doing digital art but if you would like to see it there is a link to it on my profile.
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