Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, it's characters, or any aspect of it. It all belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.
Note: This chapter contains lots of Sasuke and Hinata interactions.
The Beauty of Power
Chapter 19
The Hyuuga heiress was still in a state of euphoria when Sasuke helped her gather her things to be taken to his home, she had an idea that he had discussed his proposal with her father, but she was curious to see what her father said. It took all day to move her stuff in, and she found herself exhausted with all of it.
Hinata leaned up against the wall, she closed her eyes, and she felt fingers caress her lips. She opened her eyes, meeting Sasuke's ash burned eyes, and Sasuke raised an eyebrow.
"Why don't you go lie down?" He suggested.
"W-where?"
"In my bed." The Uchiha heir informed. He took ahold of her wrist, leading her into the bedroom, and he pushed her onto the bed.
"B-but what about y-you?"
"I will sleep on the floor."
"W-what did my father say about t-this?" Hinata asked, curiously. The Uchiha heir remained silent, but Hinata pressed the issue further. "Please tell me." Sasuke sighed, sitting down on the bed next to her, and he ran his hand through his hair.
"It is a private proposal." The Uchiha heir informed. "And he will allow it, if and only if I change my image. You know, the image of me being a murderous traitor."
"I don't think that."
"Yes, but you are the only one out of millions of people." Sasuke stated. "And your father doesn't want to deface the Hyuuga name, so I have to prove myself."
"I see." Hinata murmured. There was another silence exchanged between the two heirs. "Why d-did you p-propose to me, Sasuke-san?" The Uchiha heir looked at her, intently, and he brushed a piece of hair behind her ear.
" You said that the only way your father would allow you to live here is if I were you fiancée, and I want you here because I know that if you are in my presence at all times then no harm will come to you." Sasuke explained.
Hinata reflected back onto what Ino said, about how Sasuke had stayed with her the whole time, she was incapacitated, she wanted to ask him about it. However, she knew that he would completely deny such things, did it bother him to see her like that?
"Hey, Sasuke-san."
"Un." The Hyuuga heiress reached over a hand, placing hers on top of his, and she leaned into him, placing her face in the crook of his neck.
"You k-know I will never l-leave you right." Hinata whispered. "I will always be h-here for you." She tried to convey her love through words to him, and the Uchiha heir lifted her chin up. She looked at him, and he lowered his eyes.
"That is supposed to be my job." Sasuke stated. Hinata noticed that he fell silent once more, an unfathomable expression was on his face, and she reached up a hand, touching his cheek.
"What's wrong?"
"I was just thinking about how you may just become Hinata Uchiha." Hinata's eyes widened in shock, she watched Sasuke smirk at her, and he leaned in, kissing her forehead without another word.
She laid on his bed, lifting up her hand, and she couldn't help, but smile as she imagined the image of a ring around her finger.
The wife of Sasuke Uchiha.
Hinata Uchiha was a name that she could get used to hearing.
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In the middle of the first night that the Hyuuga heiress stayed at his home, the Uchiha heir awoke to a heaviness on his chest, and he looked behind him. The Hyuuga heiress laid next to him, her arms were wrapped around him in a tight embrace, and her face was laid up against his back. He scowled to himself, thinking about how when they first went to bed that night, they were sleeping in two different locations. Sasuke on the floor, and Hinata on the bed. He could see how quickly that went out the door. Her embrace on him was tender and warm, longing.
So she was a hugger huh? He couldn't help, but silently chuckle to himself. She had to be touching someone huh?
He expected himself to wither away at her touch, but in an odd way, he found himself yearning for it.
After that first night, it became a constant situation that the Uchiha heir found himself in, however, the eighth night was distinctly different. Instead of just the Hyuuga heiress embracing him, he embraced her back, and he found that he was quite fond of that way of sleeping.
What was wrong with him? Hinata was breaking him in more ways than one.
When it became clear that she wanted to sleep with him, he just decided to lay in bed with her at nights and go to sleep.
She was a quiet sleeper, didn't move around a lot, and at times, he would just wake up and poke her cheek to see if she was alive. Of course, she would move, mutter his name, and pull his arms around her tighter.
The Hyuuga heiress occupying his home, laying with him, was something that Sasuke found himself very fond of.
Sasuke knew that she loved him, she didn't have to say anything, he could see it in her eyes. The very notion of someone loving him was that he once considered to be completely absurd. No, she didn't love him for his looks, for his status as an heir, but as him as a person.
And he couldn't have asked for anyone better.
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"What the hell." Hinata heard the Uchiha heir curse, she gasped, slightly, thinking that something was wrong, and rushed into the bedroom. The bathroom door swung open, the Uchiha heir walked out with a towel around his waist, and a tan bottle in his hand with a green top. His eyebrows furrowed together into an exasperated expression, and his eyes met the Hyuuga heiress's shocked expression.
"What is this, Hinata?" Sasuke demanded. He held out the bottle, Hinata walked up to him, and she took the bottle. It was just shampoo, her shampoo, and she grimaced.
"It is just s-shampoo." Hinata stated. "I-I don't understand."
"You put it by my shampoo and I ended up washing my hair in it." The Uchiha heir hissed. He crossed his arms, and looked away from her, a scowl settling in. "and now my hair smells like whatever fucking scent that shampoo is… what it is? Oh yeah, exotic fruits." Hinata stared at Sasuke, quietly, and then, her lips curved into a humorous smile. She began to laugh, the Uchiha heir's eyes flickered back to her, and he clicked his tongue.
"I-I am sorry…." Hinata managed to get out in between laughs. "I-I didn't mean to…" Hinata wrapped her arms around her stomach, and she walked into the bathroom. She moved her shampoo and conditioner to the opposite side in the shower, still giggling, and a hand clasped her wrist, gently. Her laughter ceased, she was pushed against the bathroom counter, and the Uchiha heir put his arms on both sides of her, pinning her down.
"I am glad that you seem to find this so amusing." Sasuke said, coolly. Hinata couldn't understand if he was upset with her truly, or if he was just toying with her. "Still… I have never heard you laugh before, Hinata. It has a… nice ring to it." A smirk came across Sasuke's face, and Hinata's face flushed red. She couldn't help, but notice the water dripping off his raven black hair. Her eyes briefly wandered to his body, and her lips parted. He was lean, his chest was chiseled, his muscles were well-defined, but there were scars all over his body. She felt her cheeks grow hotter by the second, and here she was pinned by a half-nude Uchiha.
The Uchiha heir seemed to take notice of this, and he leaned into Hinata. His breath was hot on her neck, and he pressed his lips against her ear.
"What has you so flustered, Hinata?" Sasuke teased.
"N-nothing." Hinata stammered. The Uchiha heir chuckled in her ear.
"It doesn't sound like nothing." Hinata covered her face with her hands, her ears turning red, and Sasuke pulled away from her. He took her hand away from her face, and his eyes lowered.
"Your cheeks are such a nice shade of red when you blush."
"Do they hurt?" Hinata asked, curiously. The Uchiha heir cocked an eyebrow at her.
"Does what hurt?" One of his hands relinquished their hold on her wrist, and stroked her hair.
"Your scars." Hinata reached out a hand, touching the one scar that descended down his chest, and he instantly stiffened.
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The Uchiha heir stopped stroking her hair, and he looked at Hinata who looked at him with a sullen expression.
"No, I am numb to pain." Sasuke stated.
But, I am certain that if you were to cut me that I would feel it.
"Y-you have so m-many of them." Hinata whispered, lowly. Her finger traced the outline of the scar on his chest, and he shuddered at her touch. He saw a pained gleam in her eyes, and he pursed his lips.
"Does that bother you?" The Uchiha heir rasped. Hinata nodded at him, and she smiled at him, thinly.
"You k-know that it does, I h-hate to see you in pain, Sasuke-san." Hinata admitted. "Where did you get this o-one?"
"Doesn't matter, that is all in the past now." The way that she was touching him, her delicate fingers on his skin made a burning desire arise in him, a desire for her to continue to touch him, and a desire to touch her. He leaned into her, titling up her chin, and pressed his lips against hers. Her hands settled on his shoulders, the Uchiha heir's tongue entered her mouth, and he began to caress her tongue with his. She moaned against him, he pressed into her a little harder, and his hands moved to cup her face. He broke the kiss, leaving her breathless, and his lips trailed along her jawline. He allowed himself another moment of weakness, a low throated stifled groan came from the base of his throat, and he moved down her neck. The Uchiha heir began to nibble at the skin, her hands moved up his neck, and she knotted her fingers in his hair. He proceeded onto her clavicle, his lips brushed along the bone, and she shivered, letting out another moan. The Hyuuga heiress felt good against him, so delicate like a flower, but this was the limit that he would go to. He didn't want to make any mistakes with her, the Uchiha heir had to admit that he had made a lot in the past, but this was not going to be one. He wouldn't allow the Hyuuga heiress to become a mistake. Sasuke wanted to make sure that he was in love with her before he proceeded any further.
But, no woman had ever elicited such things out of him, such desire.
His lips moved to her ear, and he saw the dazed look in her eyes. The Uchiha heir smirked, and he stroked the outline of her clavicle with his finger.
"I know you have scar from where the man impaled you." Sasuke murmured. "Let me see it, you have seen my scars." Hinata turned as red as a tomato, but she nodded at him. She removed her fingers from her hair, the Uchiha heir let out a disappointed groan, and he grabbed her wrists, gently. "Just tell me where it is."
"I-It is right u-underneath my h-heart."
"Is it okay if I see it?"
"Y-yes." The Uchiha heir pushed her jacket off her shoulders, he slipped down her fishnet top to expose the remaining section of her chest, but he didn't pull it down far enough to unveil her breasts. There was a slightly tanned scar, it was just above her right breast, and Sasuke pressed his lips against it. Hinata's breath hitched.
"Sasuke-san…."
"I shall not let you ever receive any more of these." Sasuke muttered against her skin. "No one will ever cut you down again, I will obliterate all those who attempt to do so." His tongue licked the scar, tenderly, and Hinata covered her mouth with her hand, attempting to hold back another moan. He smirked at her, pulling away, and she met his eyes. The sight of her caused his member to harden, his smirk fell, and he backed away from her. He turned around, quickly, his jaw clenched, and he looked at her from over his shoulder.
Got to get her out of her… now.
"I need to get dressed." Hinata nodded at him, nearly running out of the bathroom, and the Uchiha heir let out a steady breath.
"Dammit."
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Hinata couldn't control her unsteady heartbeat, she like passing out, and Hinata pulled her shirt and jacket back up. Her legs felt like jello, but she was in a state of pure bliss. Hinata turned red, shaking her head, and she darted out of the bedroom.
The thing about it all was that Hinata wouldn't have stopped him.
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It was not too long afterwards that Sasuke came out of the bedroom, fully clothed, and he sauntered to the refrigerator.
"I-I am really sorry about the s-shampoo, Sasuke-san." Hinata apologized, sincerely.
"Don't worry about it, now I can smell as good as you I guess." Sasuke said with a shrug. He opened the door, his eyes narrowing at the scarcity of food, and he turned to Hinata.
"I'm going out." Sasuke informed. "I need more food in the house since you will be living with me." Hinata smiled at him.
"M-may I come with you?" Hinata asked, curiously. "I can figure out what to make you and me for dinner."
"That is unnecessary, Hinata."
"I-I can make h-homemade red bean paste buns." Hinata proposed. "For dessert." The Uchiha heir stared at her, intently, and Hinata looked down, shyly. "I-I mean if y-you want."
Sasuke walked up to her, grabbing her hand, and he interlaced their fingers. "You should know by now that anything you do for me… I don't mind." The Hyuuga heiress squeezed his hand, affectionately, and he led her out of the estate. Just as Sasuke pushed open the door, Hinata let go of his hand, and he clicked in tongue.
"What are you doing, Hinata." The Uchiha heir grabbed her hand back, tightening his grip so she couldn't pull away.
"Sasuke-san, I-I don't w-want to embarrass you in public."
"I really don't care, Hinata, I want them to see, all of them to see, you are mine." Hinata giggled at him, they walked down the street, and Sasuke kept his eyes forward. He could see the shocked expressions of all the villagers, Sasuke was not too fond of being on public display for anything, but he would do it for Hinata.
"How about beef and rice?" Hinata asked, curiously. Sasuke gave her a slight nod, and a genuine smile settled on his lips. He stood afar, his eyes never leaving the Hyuuga heiress as she went to the different food stands, and he had his arms crossed.
He began to ponder. If he was able to figure out all of these emotions, realized that he loved Hinata, and married her. She would never leave here, this was where her family lived, this was her home. Would he stay here with her?
He hated Konohagakure, he hated all of her friends, all of the inhabitants, but he couldn't get enough of her. He wanted to be around her all of the time. Sasuke wouldn't take her from this place, it would cause her to suffer.
No, he knew the answer to the question, he would stay here with Hinata. She outweighed all of his hatred for this place. But, he also knew that Naruto wouldn't just let him stay here in Konohagakure as a normal citizen.
No, the fucking dobe would want him to become a part of Konohagakure forces once more. Sasuke was sure of it, but if it was to be with Hinata, he would do that. The Uchiha heir felt a mocking chuckle come from his throat.
Oh! How he didn't ever anticipate the day where he would meet a woman that he possibly loved, and that that woman would have such a power over him that he was willing to go back to Konohagakure.
If this were to transpire, if he were to become a part of Konohagakure again, it would depend solely on Hinata and what she thought about it. He only listened to Hinata, only did things for her, and as for the rest of them, the rest of Konohagakure, they could all rot in hell for all he cared.
A small stand caught his attention, an elderly woman laid out a row of different necklaces, and it seemed to attract the attention of passing by villagers. He watched delighted looks come across the female villagers, the Uchiha heir walked over to the stand, and some of the villagers gasped at him.
"Excuse me, may I help you with something?" The elderly woman asked, curiously. Sasuke looked at the bracelet on his wrist, and he groaned to himself. He needed to pay her back, give her something in return for the bracelet, and a heart shaped pendant necklace caught his attention.
"I want that necklace." The elderly woman looked at him, shocked, and he rolled his eyes. "I want it now." She jumped at his forcefulness, she grabbed a small box, and took the necklace off of display. A group of girls looked at the Uchiha heir, curious, whispering to themselves, and Sasuke placed a lump of yen on the surface. He took the box, and began to walk away.
"Excuse me, but this is too much."
"Are you complaining?" Sasuke asked, displeased. The elderly woman's lips parted, she bowed to Sasuke, and the Uchiha heir walked away from the kiosk. The group of girls followed him, he tried to resist the urge to unsheathe his katana, and scare the living shit out of them just so they could leave him alone. His hand moved to the hilt of his katana, but it dropped as soon as he saw Hinata. He watched her face lit up as she met his eyes, and she walked over to him.
"I-I didn't see you, Sasuke-san."
"I just wandered off a bit." Sasuke said, nonchalantly. He grabbed the small bag of rice she was holding, and handed the box to her. She looked at him, surprised, and an unfathomable expression was on his face. "It is compensation for the bracelet." Hinata took the box, opening it, and she gasped.
"I-" Sasuke cut her off.
"You can and you will." The Uchiha heir commanded.
"This is so beautiful." Hinata pulled out the necklace, and she held it as if it were going to break. "I will cherish this forever, Sasuke-san. Thank you." Hinata sat down her bags, wrapping her arms around him, and he let out a soft chuckle.
"Don't you want to put it on?"
"C-can you put it on m-me, please?" Hinata inquired. Sasuke smirked as he heard disappointed sighs come from the group of spectating girls, the girls stormed off in the other direction, and Hinata pulled back her hair. He clasped the necklace around her neck, she turned around so he could get what it looked like on her, and she couldn't contain her elation.
"What are you so happy about?" The Uchiha heir hissed. "It is just to pay you back for the bracelet that you bought me, that's it."
"I know." Hinata picked up the bags, he walked alongside her, and he stared at the necklace around her neck out of the corner of eye.
He couldn't stop thinking about how nice it looked on her, and how he should buy things for her more often. He liked the way things looked on her when he bought them.
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