Sasuke checked his watch for what must have been the fourth time already and sighed. The chauffer coughed softly into his gloved hand and Sasuke slipped his pair of gold aviators onto the top of his head. One more minute in this glowering humidity and Sasuke was going to personally drag the woman out by her long, buffed fingernails.

Hinata still wasn't out.

Wow, he thought, pinching the bridge of his nose. When did I get to be so brutal?

"I-I'm sorry!" Hinata burst through the front door of her, dragging a brown-and-gold Louis Vuitton suitcase down the steps of her brownstone townhouse. Her dark distressed miniskirt showed off her creamy legs while a white peasant style tank top showed off a nice amount of cleavage. Her flat black sandals clicked against the hot concrete.

The chauffer rushed over and took her suitcase, popping the trunk as Sasuke leaned against the silver Range Rover, popping a cigarette between his lips. "It's so nice of you to join us, Hyuga."

Hinata's cheeks flushed from heat and embarrassment. "I-I'm sorry. I w-woke up late and d-didn't know w-what to pack first."

"I hope you remember this is a business trip, princess," he said, spinning on the heel of his expensive shoes and opening the door to the back seat. "I expect better of you, Hyuga."

Hinata slipped a pair of Vogue oversized shades of her lavender orbs, crossing her arms smoothly, kicking into business-bitch mode. "As of you, Uchiha. If you believe you're so 'smooth'," she even did the air quotes he found so very amusing, "then you understand that you can wait for a lady."

He said nothing after that, letting her waltz past her to slide into the backseat, away from him. The rift between them widened but he gave no clue to this, no matter how much he wanted to roll up the black tinted square that allowed privacy and fuck her right then and there.

"Put that out," Hinata made a point of not looking at him as she read over the files again. "The smell sticks to everything and it's disgusting."

"Geez, what crawled up your ass?" he mumbled, snubbing the cigarette out in the provided ash tray. The poor chauffer up front ducked his head, feeling the instant coldness radiating off of Hinata as she slowly lowered the file back to her lap. Something was going to happen.

"Uchiha-san," she said slowly, thinning her lips and looking away, out the window, almost as if she didn't want to do it, "I've had enough of you. If you're going to insult me over your damn cigarettes, then I suggest you get out and walk along side the car."

Sasuke blinked behind his aviators and turned his head away sharply, allowing the humid air from the window to dance with the cool air of the car's A/C. Obviously, this was going to be a long trip, whether they liked it or not.

"U-um," the chauffer, intervened but instantly clammed up as they both look over their glasses at him, feigning interest in whatever he said to escape their own thoughts. "N-never mind."

-

Hinata pressed her lips together and slid out of the car, looking up at the giant white contraption taking her on a seven hour flight to America. A churning happened in her stomach and it wasn't from seeing such a colossal thing. It was from the man standing beside her, dressed in a loose button-down, the sleeves rolled up and the top two buttons undone with light wash Capezio jeans and his expensive shoes.

She yearned to rip off every single one of those articles.

But refrained from doing so.

"You okay, Hyuga?" Sasuke cocked his head towards her in a show of concern, shoving his hands in the deep recesses of his pockets.

Hinata played with the gold charm bracelet, almost smiling at the humor of the gold cell phone and airplane she had added on. It was cute and sweet, a gift from Shino and Kiba on her trip to America. But nothing was going to help her on this week-long trip away from home and close to Sasuke.

"I'm fine," she sighed, dropping her arms and watching as they loaded the last of what was needed onto the private jet. "Just nervous is all."

"You shouldn't be," he said, lighting a cigarette casually, "You had no trouble in telling me to fuck off. Why should you be nervous about convincing them to sign a paper?"

"Telling you off and convincing actual important people are two different things, Uchiha."

"Oh, so I'm not as important as those old men in suits, am I?"

"No, you're not," she snapped back, eyes flashing angry. "Because they do a hell of a lot more than you ever will." With that last word, she turned and marched up the stairs, leaving a very shocked Sasuke to his own devices.

The minute she disappeared up through the door way, he violently shoved his hands into his pockets and kicked the tire of the Range Rover. Every time he said one thing, she always found someway to make it backfire on him. Always.

"Um, sir?" the young chauffer nervously chewed his lip, mumbling weakly, "Please don't kick the car . . . sir."

Sasuke grunted, reaching into his back pocket. Pulling out a money clip, he eased ten-thousand yen (A/N that's what, $100? If not, let me know and I can fix it) out and tucked into the boy's hat, walking away haughtily. Some days, he just wished things would go his way for once.

"It's about time," Hinata said, walking out of the back, her glasses still on. "I would have told them to leave without you, another minute or so."

"Gee, thanks," he shot back, "I'm so glad you're willing to care for me."

"Whatever Uchiha. Just sit so that I can go and do my job."

He crashed down into the white leather seat that lined the side of the red velvet walls across the aisle from Hinata's side and set up his laptop. A heavy, mocking silence settled on the two but neither was willing to speak first. They'd be damned it they were going to buckle on under the other's crappy attitude towards them.

-

The flight attendant was doing this on purpose.

Sasuke knew.

And how did he know?

Whenever she bent down to pick something up or fix something, she'd always be looking to him to see if he was watching. Sadly, he wasn't in the mood for turning the music up loud and making the girl scream his name. Besides, Hinata was glaring at her enough to set her on fire.

"If you don't mind," Hinata spat, glowering at the girl, "I would like to get on with my work. No matter how pleasant your little striptease is, I suggest you move your scrawny ass and let us do our work."

The poor girl's cheeks turned a bright red and she quickly snapped up, scurrying towards the back to complain to her two similar friends. Hinata mumbled under her breath, tapping away viciously at her Sony notebook, her lavender eyes reflecting the glow of golden light coming from the wall mounted lamps in the plane.

"Geez," Sasuke muttered, playing with an unlit cigarette between his knuckles, "talk about a 'bad day'."

"Talk about a sex-starved man," Hinata shot back, not even gracing him with an infamous Hyuga glare.

"Hey!" Sasuke scowled. "I don't call you a cocksucker, do I?"

"You . . . Argh!" Hinata quickly stood up and Sasuke realized he had hit the wrong button. She snippily snatched up her notebook and marched towards the other end, where the bedrooms were. Sasuke grunted, crossing his arms just as snippily as she.

She was the one that started it, and if she couldn't finish, forget her.

"Hey," Sasuke snapped at the first girl to walk out from behind the burgundy curtains. "Vodka and an ash tray."

Vodka . . . and an ash tray. The famous last words of Uchiha Sasuke. XDDDDD

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