A red Cadillac DTS pulled up in front of the airport and Hinata slid out the door. Her black patent leather peep-toe Versace pumps clicked against the Honolulu Airport sidewalk as if she were leaving something or someone behind. And possibly on purpose. But let's be serious. Hinata would never leave anyone behind. She's much too kind and sweet.

Blatantly, she ignored Sasuke as he carried their suitcases out. The chauffer, a round, curvaceous woman slid out of the car and gave Hinata a wane smile, taking the bags from Sasuke. Hinata crossed her arms haughtily, still hurt from his comment about four hours ago.

"Look, Hinata," Sasuke said, and watched as she tilted her head in acknowledgement. Almost like she was expecting him to apologize.

His eye twitched.

This little bitch was so dead to him! If she thought he was going to apologize for something she started then fuck her!

But isn't that what he used to do? Wasn't it almost daily that they would end up nestled in each other's arms, drawing warmth from their bare skin touching each other? Wasn't it almost everyday that he saw her and wasn't it almost daily that he'd go home with her?

Besides, he hated having her like this. She was in a constant bad mood and he was only making it worst. Even Fuguka and Hiashi didn't get on her case as much from the one time she blew up in Neji's face for not booking a luncheon for a few days later.

"If you're going to say something, then say it," she snapped and he quickly lost any appreciation he had for her. She was getting to be a real pain in the ass and he swore to God, the next time she wanted to start something-

"I'm leaving!" Hinata said brushing invisible lent from her black-polished denim hip-huggers, sliding into the backseat of the Cadillac. "Unless you wish to be left behind, I suggest you get in as well."

"You're getting to be a real pain," he mumbled, sliding in beside her.

She didn't answer, instead looking over company stats on her PalmPoliet. Fine, let the bitch be a bitch. Like he cared for her and her bitchiness anyways. It didn't bother him any.

The car ride to the hotel was tensely silent.

-

Hinata sighed, looking to her reflection in the mirror. In a red floor-length Vera Wang Chinese-style dress with gold embroidery, she had thin gold bracelets up and down her thin wrists. A slit ran from her creamy thigh to the hem of the dress that kissed the floor lightly. Her blue hair was swept up into an elegant bun and gold dangly earrings hung in her lobes.

"The things I do for my job," she sighed, shoving her phone and backup makeup into her gold Vera Wang sequined clutch.

The door to her suit opened and she huffed, turning to face Sasuke, fists on her hips. "Do you mind?"

Sasuke shoved his hands into the pockets of his black Hermes dress pants, wearing an open gray oxford shirt with Hanes t-shirt. "Nope."

She turned back to the brass mirror sitting over her sleek mahogany six-drawer dresser. "You could at least knock."

"Why should I? It never bothered you before."

Snippily, she grabbed her gold Chanel, her full red lips thinned, her gold-dusted eyes glaring at him. "That was before I knew it meant nothing to you."

He blinked as she wrapped the shrug around her shoulders and shoved past him, her shoulder slamming into his. He stumbled back and scowled, snapping around to follow after her.

At least he knows his place now, she thought.

-

"So who are we meeting again?" Sasuke muttered, looking to Hinata beside him at the table.

Hinata sipped her water and he looked to the rim, looking for proof that her red lipstick was actually lipstick. There wasn't a smudge. "Subuka Gaara. If you had been listening when I was talking to you and not ogling my flight attendant, you would have known that."

He didn't respond, instead looking away. She did have a point though. Near the end of the trip, he was about to make that girl scream his name. But didn't want to deal with her when he came back. He'd rather agree to Naruto's no-brained ideas than have to deal with a girl he had a one-night-stand with. He shuddered when he was to think of what would happen.

"Mr. Subuka," Hinata stood with a bright smile, greeting someone. He had piercing sea-foam green eyes (Sasuke didn't know how such a girly color could make a grown man piss his pants, but hey) with a shock of wild red hair. His eyes were rimmed with black rings and his face the picture of a calm ocean, waves not included. In other words, he was very handsome.

Hinata slid out of her chair and greeted him, a small coating of blush on her cheeks (Sasuke had seen her administer it quickly). "Ano, it's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Subuka." Her English was flawless, with barely an accent.

Sasuke felt his eyebrow twitch as Gaara took Hinata's delicate hand and did something no one would ever see again.

He kissed it.

And Hinata was immediately smitten.

Her cheeks turned twice as red as her blush, like she had been pinched in the cheeks. "O-oh!"

"It is a pleasure for me as well," Gaara's face was a picture of absolute calm and Hinata was almost swooning, practically salivating over him. Sasuke scoffed silently behind them. What was it with women and the men that treated them like delicate pieces of rare art?

Especially when the first hadn't.

Hinata turned to him, her face bright. "This is Uchiha Sasuke, my partner-in-crime."

Gaara held out a hand to him, his face still as stone. "Welcome, Uchiha-san. I hope your flight was pleasurable."

Hinata scoffed this time, crossing her arms. "Yeah, especially when you're making out with the cute stewardess."

Gaara raised an eyebrow at Sasuke who immediately shook his head, glaring daggers at Hinata. That woman could rot in hell, but he wouldn't say it to her face. He knew for a fact that Hinata could make his life hell in the next six days to come.

Hinata took a seat right across from Gaara, lacing her fingers under her chin and pressing her knees together. "So, tell me about yourself, Mr. Subuka."

Gaara's eyes regarded her with interest; interest Sasuke did not like nor trust one single ion of. "Please, Ms. Hyuga, call me Gaara."

"Then you have the pleasure of calling me Hinata." Hinata gave him her famous innocent closed-lip smile. Looking as naïve as she was intelligent and brutal. Sasuke knew.

"And you can call me disgusted," Sasuke muttered under his breath, turning to face the window. He just wanted out really badly.

-

"Wasn't Gaara-san wonderful?" Hinata sighed as they retreated back to their hotel suits.

Sasuke blatantly ignored her question. "Do you think his office is here? I can't see it being here, he's so pale."

"His skin is like porcelain, so smooth and soft." Her cheeks turned pink as she tittered. "Listen to me! God, I sound like a schoolgirl with a crush on my teacher!"

"Yeah, it's that sickening."

Her eye twitched as he faced forward. "What was that?"

"Nothing."

She smirked, realization dawning on her. "You're jealous."

"Nope."

Her eye twitched again at his calm answer. "Oh really?"

"Yes really. I know for a fact I don't care who you like."

"Fine then," she said, walking up to him and leaning forward a bit, to catch his eye. "You won't mind me taking up Gaara's invitation to breakfast, do you?"

"No."

She watched as the corner of his lips twitched . . . downward. A frown. A blatant frown that he was trying to hide. He was so jealous! Ha! She knew it all along. He was so jealous of her and Gaara!

She could so totally use this to her advantage.

"Good," she giggled, playing up her blush as they stopped in front of her suite. "I'm going to be up all night planning a good enough outfit."

Closing her door, she caught his eyebrow twitching and nearly burst into laughter. This was better than she anticipated. And if everything went as she hoped it would, it would prove to be a little fun and exciting. Life was getting boring with that little "mutual understanding" pact they had made.

Swiftly, she swiveled around and took off her gold open-toed ankle-strap Gucci strappy sandals.

Mutual understanding my ass. I'm about to have fun.

-

She was bluffing.

Sasuke knew for a fact, she was bluffing.

Gaara hadn't asked her to breakfast, had he? And if he did, why wasn't he going? What was he supposed to do? Sit on the sidelines and be a good little boy? If there was one thing Sasuke wasn't, it was being a good boy.

Even acting like one was hard for him.

He sighed, stripping his oxford shirt and dropping it into on a whicker cushioned chair. He popped a cigarette between his succulent lips and walked out the glass sliding doors onto the little cherry-wood deck that belonged to his suite.

Outside, sand stuck in between his toes as he reclined in a whicker lounge chair, watching the sun set over the ocean. The sky was a mix of oranges, pinks and blues with hints of indigo all around. It was a beautiful time of night.

Too bad he couldn't share it with Hinata.

So! Sasuke knows he fucked up royally!

Hinata! Is about to have some fun with Mr. Subuka!

Gaara! Has a little trick up his Armani sleeve as well!

And! Yes, I did add Gaara to our lovers' quarrel! All the more for you to enjoy, darling! XDDDD X3

R&R Please! I needs to know what Gaara's gonna do! Tell me what you think!

(You know who you are!)