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And finally, one Hyuuga Hanabi praises for whatever Lord that omnipresently governs them, exhaling with some purely exaggerated relief. Finally! They are finally out of the ridiculously large Hyuuga Prefecture!
A thousand acre of farmland grandiose, the Hyuuga property is the haven of every white-eyed oddball that had had luck on being born as one of the privileged to this world after all. An expanse of land so vast underneath an unquestionably domed sky you'd think the world never saw Colombus and through that, the ancient culture must be really up to something for presuming that there should be a single point on Earth that would be center. No map or globe would convince young, impressionable, patriotic Hyuuga children of otherwise. To them, the Hyuuga prefecture is what utopia is.
To the now seventeen year old Hanabi though, it's but a suffocating prison of traditions to be so faithfully adhered on as you try to act like a person belonging to the Amaterasu period when all you desire to do is just to break free from the cage and fly away.
The conspicuously white exquisite Hyuuga Bentley swerves smoothly along the road, casting a picture of regality as its figure becomes nothing more than a silhouette from the overlooking dark windows of the Hyuuga Main Mansion, the Yin-Yang symbol embedded on its doors glinting in shimmers amidst the harsh glare of sunlight. Even their namecodes are printed proudly on the license plate, along with other self-worshipping articles around the dashboard that hardly helps the unfortunate passengers as to hiding their identities from the mindful public. Who by the way are rather judgmental in their first impression of the wealthy-and-proud-of-it. Snorts are a common sight from the one-way view mirror. Highly esteemed in far superior circles, the Hyuuga sisters at a young age are unfortunately used to this treatment.
Which is not to say that it's any less tolerable than the last demeaning.
In fact, to think that things are set to improve over time is but a wishful fallacy. At another less privileged society where they are to be regarded reverently like Pluto, the Hyuuga would easily have been just be the filthy rich who likes to show their shiny ass off the ants below their feet. These days though, with the more sophisticated Japanese who now knows in theory (thanks to all those suicide clubs formed around the country) that money isn't entirely everything, the Hyuuga clan's "diamond beauty under the sun" only gets as far as to looking as ludicrous and daresay it, gay like fucking Edward Cullen. With such pronouncement strengthened by the progressively popular rhetoric: if you can buy everything, what do you buy? That sounds suspiciously like the Twilight movie's boring, rather unrealistic slogan.
Hanabi heaves another mighty sigh, hating the corporate world once again for giving them the capacity to afford this stupid, ugly Bentley. Geez, not that she is ungrateful or anything. But she would have just preferred a cheap, unsuspecting Volkswagen! But life for her isn't just so… generous.
Ironic choice of words? Well, people invariably ask what they can't get.
Plowing on towards the center. Maintaining a slow, unreasonable pace. Black-tinted windows that only indicate the class of the persons said automobile is chauffeuring. Riding in the luxurious car makes one feel like a celebrity on motorcade, what with them sparing even the third and fourth glances from curious passersby who seemingly doesn't have anything better to do than to gawk at something that is so last century. Those are in Hanabi's words anyway. What's so special about an old car anyway? Sure, Hinata would tell her it's vintage. And antique. And everything that seems to matter to Hyuuga Hiashi's world of numbers and figures. But still it's old! As much as she adored the old fart himself, Hanabi still is far from understanding her father's dumbass whims of showing all that is arguably "beneath him", just how far he is in the sky. Because that's plainly bullshit. Geez… Hiashi does wrinkle like any normal middle-aged man would, you know. And grow old just as unbearably stingy as the next person with budding attention problems typical of senior citizens.
I mean, they have Neji's wonderful BLACK Land Rover that can save them half the time of the short journey towards the train station and yet, here they are travelling through a car as old as time with a stern faced Hoheto who appreciates the golden silence in a more excessive way than the next introvert (meaning Hinata) would. Needless to say, no alternative rock music to at least pass the time. And a heavy air of awkwardness hanging around the conditioned air that robs off any oxygen that should make this trip more bearable.
Hanabi sighs again. More miserably this time.
Her older sister, on the other hand is noticeably more accepting of their "sweet predicament", with her optimistically pointing out something along the lines of "At least we managed to convince him against the idea of a limo." Which kind of makes sense since who in the world would take time preparing a limousine for a fifteen-minute short trip towards the cheap only-train-station-in-Taiyou? Show offs! Where are they off to? The prom?
But then again, Hanabi sighs once again. This time in utter relief as she looks forward for the wonderful sight of lots and lots and lots and lots of leaves again. We are finally out of the Hyuuga Prefecture and en route to Konoha (Konohamaru?), baby!
So if Hinata would just stop being a trembling, stuttering mess seemingly off in her first date, everything is going to be sooo perfect.
And oh, meet Hyuuga Hanabi, Hyuuga Hinata's baby ("Younger! It's younger! I'm not five, you dimwit) sister who in the confines of the oppressive Hyuuga community is known as the polite, formal, dignified heiress that is dubbed as Japan's most eligible bachelorette but in reality is only close to the next typical party-loving highschool girl (especially with Hiashi away with Hinata for a more than enough time) that Neji wouldn't hesitate to call a troublemaker. (Even though most of the time he forgets her name, too obsessed with his Hinata-sama to even bother about the younger one)The seventeen-year old girl is a great liar, shady manipulator, sneaky schemer and fortunately however for her good-friend-resume is also a very, very good soundboard. That which Hyuuga Hinata only takes advantage of today as she suddenly tells her dear imouto her innermost thoughts about her relationship with one Uchiha Sasuke.
"So this Uchiha Sasuke…" Hanabi deduces aloud from what she could gather from Hinata's jumbled storytelling, looking succinctly amazed by her sister's charms. No wonder Hiashi seems to think her useful now that she's of marrying age. With the looks she inherited from her late mother, Hinata could practically get any man… well, Father wants for her. She isn't so lucky then. Hn. ".. is a hottie from Konoha you managed to snag from a thousand miles away. Who you think is very much in love with you. Who you love yourself. Whom you had had several phone and cyber sex with. Who you want to have real sex with now. So? Nothing to worry about. I don't really see the big deal. Even though I have no idea what you did in order to deserve him. It's not like-"
Hinata winces, mentally thanking whoever invented those compartments that make the backseat soundproof from those in the front. Hanabi is also too blunt with her words for anybody's own good. Poor Hoheto would have been terribly scarred for life had he heard that their precious innocent Hinata-sama is planning to get laid tonight! Tch. Good thing he hadn't and wouldn't. For the last thing she wants is for her father's most loyal goon to report the hundred ways to go kill Uchiha Sasuke and completely ruin the night she had been looking forward to since last month.
She misses him so damn much.
And yet, there are some things she is still apprehensively shaky about… The momentous revelation after the inevitable penetration for one. "He's a virgin Hanabi…" she informs her sister. Forlornly. The statement leaving Hinata feeling heavy, as she closes her eyes in paralyzing regret.
Stunned, perplexed silence. In which Hanabi stares in puzzlement over at her fidgeting oneesama, mouth agape in shock. What twenty-two year old hottie (He's an Uchiha! They're practically Adonis, Narcissus and Eros all at the same time!) would be able to celebrate celibacy all throughout university years a.k.a the time of anyone's life when there's enough panty-dropping-moments to destroy your hymen? Wow! Did Hinata just manage to catch herself a maverick fish of husband material after all those sharks that she got on her hook? Impressive.
The younger Hyuuga makes a benevolent clapping motion, applauding her so far good impression of Hinata's long distance boyfriend. "Wow.." she chirps delightedly, white, featureless orbs shining in teenage girl's approval. And oh, I forgot to mention. Hanabi is also one of the most romanticized people you'd have the misfortune to meet around. Most Hyuugas are, if you take their unshakable belief of fate and destiny into the Shakespearean context. Poignant tragedy is a mandatory must read but some strange family member here and there still has that fluff guilty pleasure. That's probably why Hyuugas tend to write good fanfictions. Just the right mixture. "That guy of yours must be really one of a kind. Uchiha Sasuke hm. Does he by any chance have a younger cousin with spiky hair and wonderful dark eyes?"
Hinata doesn't even have to think about it. She subtly rolls her eyes. "Ano… no… As far as I can tell… he's not related in any way to Konohamaru-kun."
"Eeeeh?" Hanabi playfully chortles, brows wiggling in mock-dismay. "But he has the same name as Kono-chi's great grandfather! And I would have sworn they are very much a like. Amazing men. The both of them. Better than someone you know." Sensing that her past is a bitter subject to be dwelt on, Hanabi only quickly moves on. "Konohamaru-chin also stayed a virgin for me before we, you know, did the deed. So heroic. And look at us now: going strong, if you count out the fact that he still wears that ridiculous scarf." And still good friends with that Moegi, she grumbles sourly to herself.
Hinata frowns, unconvinced. "But the thing in yours Hanabi, is that you both are virgins when you did it." Hinata states firmly, interrupting her sister's tirade about her boyfriend's horrible fashion sense, which in turn only reminds of her own nightmarish wardrobe back in highschool. When she dressed around like an oversized child and got her heart broken for the first time. "And you're both sixteen. Sasuke and I are already in our twenties. Too old to only be sweethearts. And yet… he's still a virgin."
"What? You think he wouldn't be able to perform the way you would want him to? I didn't know you would be that impossible neesan. "
"Hanabi! That's not what I meant." The older girl vehemently denies the accusation, face flaming in both anger and humiliation. The fact that her baby sister who knows her best would think that low of her with just a misunderstanding. What would Sasuke think? Would he leave her too? Would he abandon her in disgust like everybody did once they found out? Like hedid? What would she do? "I just don't think he deserves to have his first time with me." She admits slowly, hating how such detestable secret rolled out in her tongue bitterly. That she is far from the chaste maiden everyone imagines her to be once they get in touch of her naturally timid demeanor. That she might not meet the standards of Sasuke's dream "first time".
"I'm not a virgin Hanabi." She resumes miserably, looking grief-stricken. Her face contorted unattractively. Something that Hanabi thinks is worth flinching at. "You know that. And this would have been more bearable had Sasuke been not as well but the thing is, he is. And he wants to try it out first. With me. Of all people Hanabi. He chose me! I'm truly in love with him you know. Sasuke is such a wonderful person when you get to know him beyond the initial… ano…" She searches for the perfect word. In vain.
"douchbaggery." It seems like she's been watching too much YouTube.
Uh. A virgin bad boy, Hanabi thinks in amusement, remembering Vegeta, her childhood hero. Haven't seen one in years. Tch. "So? What if you're more experienced? Surely he would be able to enjoy it better. I certainly didn't enjoy mine. My first time is not worth remembering and I'm sure you don't really appreciate recollecting yours."
"You d-don't understand. Having sex with m-me once he f-finds out might make him feel like he just had sex with a h-hooker." Hinata is now tearing up, causing Hanabi to flinch distastefully. She always hates crybabies. Whining older sisters included. "I don't want him to think that."
The unspoken: I don't want him to leave me.
Hanabi frowns in contemplation. She doesn't like where this is heading. "Well if he thinks that…" She offers, trying to bonk some sense to her illogical oneechan's thick violet head. For the longest time, such has always been her job. Being the voice of reason can be tiring too. Tch. Had Neji been born a girl, things would have been infinitely easier. But apparently the shampoo-loving freak is only good at displaying the symptoms of PMSing female… every single day. "… then think about it—he doesn't deserve you then. When he said he wants you, that would mean full package. Even the damaged and used goods…"
Hinata visibly winces at that.
"… should be taken with all his heart. But if he indeed is such a douchebag as you insecurely presume he would be—"
"Well, it's only reasonable that—"
"Shut up Hinata. I'm having a Martin Luther King quality speech here so don't interrupt."
Hinata instinctively obeys. Hanabi is one of those that sounds like Hiashi too. In fact, they look so much a like. Which could be a major, major Ew.
Unknowing of her oneesama's uncharacteristic criticism of her irreversible genetic makeup, Hanabi plows on, very much satisfied by her submission. "Well if your Sasuke can't accept you as who you are then he'd be missing a lot of things. There are a lot of men out there to screw. You saw how Takiyama-san is practically drooling over you last night, right? And how age doesn't matter in love? Father says he's really rich too."
"Hanabi!"
"And there's Kakashi. Father seems to like the old pervert a lot. No doubt, he isn't a virgin so you can jump his bones without worries."
"I can't believe I'm hearing this." Hinata puts both hands on her ears, leaving no room for any sense of politeness to listen to any more that Hanabi wants to say.
Exasperated, Hanabi only shrugs. "Just fuck him hard tonight okay?" she advices, straightening up with the authority of last year's homecoming queen. The unbreakable, unbelievable, you-wanna-piece-of-me aura that even their headstrong Neji-niisan could not dare to contest. "You have nothing to lose."
Right. Hinata concedes glumly, thinking of the several things she could lose like she did before. Did I mention before that Hanabi is an audacious liar of omission? After tonight Hinata might not lose anything, yes. Except Sasuke.
The car screeches into a halt.
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Over the past month of torture, Sasuke manages to learn a few things about himself. And as naturally self-introspective as he is cultured by reading countless of Leonardo's ruminating journal, it is only a given that he knows quite a number of them. Getting in touch with your preferences is the key towards daily contentment and likewise, the avoidance of that which that renders you cringing in distaste is something that you wouldn't regret in the long run. Through this, Sasuke was already well aware since he was nine and the lesser brother in Fugaku's eyes that he hates a lot of things. And that he does not particularly like anything. Such things are what make him who he is. But amidst such fundamental rules are a few exceptions to be squeezed into his uptight standards.
Almost three years ago, Hinata had made her way to the "likes" with ease, thanks to her sweet smile and her sexy cult knowledge that even the bookworm Karin and the booksmarts Sakura missed. Today, he has a lot of things added to the "hates" list. Two of them already are the infernal bananas and the nosy Hatake Kakashi but then, we already talked about that. But there is another invention of man that Sasuke would no longer find difficult to despise and that's because he used to love it and that, if you don't get the thin-line-between-love-and-hate axiom, then you're really hopelessly dumb and doesn't have any future being crushed on by an Uchiha (even the skull of Uchiha Madara would be able to grow legs and run from such dull creatures. We like intellectual quality here, thank you very much.).
Uchiha Sasuke is now an alienated man who hates porn with passion. (And he already hates Skype's inadequacy, mind you!)
Why? You'd think you had smartly asked. Only to be discouraged by Sasuke muttering how it's all already obvious from when he revealed such confidential information about himself. Sasuke hates porn. And that's not only because it makes the pain more unbearable than ever. Or the fact that there are just not enough of those that features dark-haired, pale-eyed girls getting it on with a tall, dark and handsome male. Having the disappointment about those slutty, BLONDE leading ladies not acting anything remotely like he preferred them to (coughlikeHinatacough) helps the swiftly-developing dislike but that's not it. I repeat, THAT'S NOT IT! Or the abundance of threesome videos that Sasuke realizes with chagrin is actually more complicated than the infamous cryptogram. (Where does the third party go when the couple snuggles together post sex? Surely, he wouldn't sleep with them! Oh God! He wouldn't want to share Hinata! Noooooo!) And no, again it's not that he was also forced to watch those so-called tutorials to prepare himself in showing his girlfriend his never-before-seen prowess in bed. And that they didn't help at all. No. Those hardly do his animosity justice. Uchiha Sasuke hates porn. And that's because of… dumdumdadumdadum…
Naruto.
Who after catching his bestfriend getting his cock pumped through some softcore hentai, had decided to ultimately humiliate him by giving a quick, extemporaneous lesson on SEX 101.
"Look dude." The blond lectured, patting him consolingly on the back. Which Sasuke only shrugged inconsiderately, not wanting a piece of Naruto's idiocy. "As long you have an erect dick in between your legs, it should be enough. It's not in Hinata to complain about such things. And think about it: you are not fucking her right? You are going to make love with her, hm? And I think as a man, that's all that matters. Not the kinky stuff. That'll come naturally later. Make your first time special. Mine wasn't with Sakura-chan, you know so I envy how you will have yours with the woman you love. Don't ruin it Sasuke." A pat in the back. Sasuke wouldn't let him hug him. That would be bromance to the max. Ew. So he nonchalantly shrugs off the hand.
Which is only fair to Naruto. The dobe then regards him with… regret that Sasuke can't even begin to decipher as he solemnly walks away.
So this is the story as to why he hates porn as he hates the undeniable truth that Naruto is the greatest friend he could ever wish in his lifetime. Watching porn when the dobe was around for a remonstrance that highlighted his inferiority made him look like a stumbling idiot who is only waiting here now in the train station just to have the best fuck in his life. Not to meet and greet the love of his life.
And oh, did he mention how much he hates being such an inexperienced virgin? It really sucks, you know. Like super big time.
The train's audible mechanical hissing as it drifts forward into stoppage snaps Sasuke out of his treacherous reverie about today's largest cyberspace marketing product. Renaissance had been basically an excuse for porn too but its art so he holds no grudge. Drifting his focus away from the Monet print he s in the process of extemporaneously dating, he catches sight of the train originating from Taiyou and with a start, he launches himself up to stand. This is it!
The white metal monster of a horizontal transportation unit lurches forward like a boss, commanding attention from those that had just been sitting idle, playing Candy Crush and reading halfway decent fanfiction on the clustered array of waiting benches a while ago. From overhead, various signboards proclaim the origin from where this new set of passengers are fetched from, neat glowing letters informing the whole place that those who just came from the Sun Village are about to step down on the platform. A woman's voice rings throughout the station as is protocol, cordially welcoming the newcomers to the wonderful, Hidden Village of the Leaf as the flock of multi-colored people smoothly disembark from the train all at the same time. The poor woman must be bored to death with all these tiresome routine.
What is everyday to the long-suffering employees in the bustle and hustle of the train station however seems only to Sasuke like an awe-striking, unconquerable multitude of obstacles that is set to hide Hinata from his immediate sight. Despite the futility of the situation, Sasuke still finds himself rushing in the crowd in search for his lovely beloved amidst the unrelenting crowd of eyesore. Violet hair… Violet hair… Shiny… Shiny… Lavender sweater… Blue-flower, red-thorn… Geez. This would have been easier had he been such a social person who didn't mind being poked, pushed, shoved, even pulled amidst a hasting crowd in to murder you with deadly stampede-no-jutsu. But as the condescending-as-ever fate would have it, successfully emerging from the sea of limbs and bad odor that does not have any intention to leave you unscathed, is rather an insurmountable challenge. So for the time being due to his mindless audacity, the great Uchiha Sasuke is to be trapped for a while amidst said ocean of I–can't-be-bothered-right-now self important blokes with no way out. Much less any intelligent plan to be reunited with his fair lady. Ouch.
Sasuke now officially hates train stations. Take note of that, thy fanclub!
When after what appears like a hundred years of painful stepping, deliberate elbowing, polite excuses and insincere apologies, the sea of people finally parted (not in his command though unfortunately), Sasuke only huffs in relief as he chases down back in the far, far safer sidewalk, wondering what the hell has driven him to get over-dramatic and try to meet Hinata's unawares by back-hugging her. Such clichéd plans apparently does not work in real life. Geez… Why must he be so socially inept not to be able to realize that?
"Ano… Sasuke-kun… Is that you?"
Hands stuck inside his pockets, Sasuke freezes at the soft, silky voice that greets him from behind, somewhat expecting the dream hands to wrap around him as he sinks to the warmth her presence shall offer. The voice doesn't sound familiar but such discrepancy is to be expected, in logical consideration that he had only heard it in roughly two years before and Skype's rather outdated feed tends to mess everything up. But the context of her uncertainty—the diction, the idiosyncrasies, the speech mannerisms—is but unmistakable. Sasuke, with a start whirls around and isn't the least bit surprised to find out that she is more profoundly beautiful than Skype made her out to be.
In fact, it hardly did her any justice. When in cyberspace she looked more like a haggard zombie-cosplayer that is supposed to be the epitome of an American Lawyer-wannabe, in life she becomes infinitely radiant. Eggplant hair shimmering. Face still painted with the perpetual blush that can instantly earn her a spot for Maybelline's next billboard. That soft smile looking genuine for once and not that creepy, pixilated curve of the mouth that it used to be any longer. Wide white eyes is then to be realized to actually possess a hint of lilac in them when you look closer (and drowndrowndrown) and that her hair is actually nowhere near black as it did seem in his now, crappy memory. She had grown as well, very much capable of meeting his lips through the slightest of tiptoes. More timely fashionable than the young woman who once preferred pencil skirts and conservative blouses, Sasuke still couldn't help but think that she s better off bare and without them. From the little skin that shows, he knows them now to be flawlessly unblemished. Sasuke can't wait to have his way with her now. But that have to be reserved somewhere with enough privacy to do whatever he wants…
Argh. That kind of talk again. Didn't he just make it clear to himself ten minutes ago that he was not only here to get laid? He is such a hypocrite!
The aches in his lower extremities worsen nonetheless and yet they choose to take their sweet, sweet time into something that might just be memorizing each other's features, just in case they forget again.
They stare at each other for a long, long, comfortable while.
Before from behind Hinata appears an amused-looking brown-haired, white-eyed teenager, donning a smug smirk while she indiscreetly checks him out. Grinning. Hands clasping. Looking nothing at all like Hinata even though they obviously are related. As a matter of inference, she looks more like a happier version of Neji, who at the very least wouldn't muster any reason to glare hotly at him upon finding his status as their Hinata's boyfriend, if that sunny approving smile is of any constant to the equation. From what he can gather through these observations, Sasuke infers that this must be Hanabi.
The firework.
And so it is of no surprise when after eyeing their both immobile figures back and forth, she explodes out the first bubble of awkwardness with, quoting Deidara… a bang. "Ne.. Ne.. Neechan… Niichan… Don't you think that this should be the perfect time for a hug? Reunion after two years, baby! This should be the best hug I'd be seeing since Neji-niisan and that Hinata-facsimile-pillow. "
Silence. Whereas Sasuke and Hinata remains unmoved, shock still by everything all at once.
What pillow?
A hug?
Perfect time?
Isn't hugging so familiarly when they never, ever did in the past, rather too pretentiously awkward? Hinata ponders glumly to herself. In front of a squealing little girl no less!
On the other hand, Sasuke is on the same boat but on an altogether different ocean. Tch. I prefer the back hug. Makes me more in control. Not that he insists, mind you. But still, as a man… that's the closest to being sickly sweet as he could ever get.
So feet, meet invisible glue to the floor, immovable as though their shadows are entangled together. Whether it be because they are now inexorably bound now that they have finally crossed paths or forever doomed at arm's length is a disregarded omen. Sasuke remembers Hinata as a rather plain, young woman in life—pale skin, short frame, heart-shaped face- but today, as usual with her tenacity compatible at those sort of shockers, he has to be proven wrong. Love undoubtedly changed her.
Or maybe that's just only her substantial time in another country that significantly altered her.
Nevertheless, true beauty is in the eye of the beholder. And he is so proud of that he forgets the caveman pan to eat her, right there and then.
This is absolute absorption to the core.
But little Hanabi suddenly just got struck by an idea. "Oh…" she compromises, sounding mischievously dumbstruck as she winks at each of them. "Oh. I know. I know. Sexual tension already at first sight hm. Didn't know it makes you freeze like that…. But I guess it makes sense. Neechan's sexy. And you are unexpectedly, HOT. Hotter than that Naruto in any case. Hmph. Anyway…"
So Hyuuga Hanabi, not to be deterred by her older sister's indignant protests on being the rightful one with the authority around here, proceeds on giving Uchiha Sasuke the dos and don'ts pertaining to being the boyfriend of her lovely older sister. "Made by Neji" she adds. "But thankfully revised by yours truly. Because we all need to get laid tonight too, you know. And knowing Neji, that's a prohibition in itself."
"Hanabi!"
"Oh… Hinata-nee. I know. I love you too. Muah. Muah." In a much softer, menacing tone: "You'd thank me for this later."
So Sasuke ends up wondering upon deciding that he likes Hanabi very, very much (younger sisters are much, much better than older brothers apparently), whether Hiashi could ever be as fairly lenient once they meet.
Or whether the Gods seem to finally come into the unanimous verdict that Sasuke is likeable enough to get lucky this time around.
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HYUUGA HANABI'S: HOW NOT TO MAKE ME UBER-PISSED AND THUS CHICHUE UBER-HARSH ON OUR LOVELIVES (ALONG WITH SOME POINTERS ABOUT THE KEY ON AVOIDING AN ANGRY NEJI'S JYUUKEN ATTACKS)
1) "Unfortunately, Hinata-nee and I could only extend our stay here for as long as the next day and no later unless we want my father breathing on our necks without training you to the basics on 'how to marry a Hyuuga'. So after you do you thing, make sure to meet me here at the train station at 9:00 sharp and without fail." (Hinata nods fervently in agreement)
2)"Don't worry about this being too much of a tragic secret meeting between young lovers. I'm sure neechan has a plan. You're too cute to be let go! Or if she is stupid enough, I'll catch you so as I said, worry not. I look like her anyway. " (Sasuke cringes. The pedo feels. Ew)
3) "I'd prefer Hinata in one-piece tomorrow. Knowing her, she'd probably forget to comb her hair at the heat of the moment. So I'd like you to keep a meticulous eye on details. Father only likes his daughters when they look presentable. (Hinata grumbles something about "I'm not a child and you should speak for yourself." To which Hanabi has no reserves of witty repartee, given that they both know this is no first time and that this is but an unnecessary remark in order to get into Sasuke's tickles. Sneaky child)
4)"Of course, I'd love to hear a story. Regardless of being it mostly smut. Make sure to tell me everything in the morrow 'kay? Whether you woke up early to have a quickie. Or you have the time to take a shower together. Or if the motel costs a fortune. Things like that." ("You're shameless, you know that?. Hn." "Ano… I'm so sorry about my sister Sasuke-kun.")
5) "And last but not the least, have a nice, hot, steamy fuck the both of you! Do not disappoint, you hear me!"
This is when faster than they can blink, the odd Hyuuga firework flickers away into nothingness, leaving in her dust of materialization two dumbstruck young adults. But such ninja worthy spacetime technique probably has something to do with the Sarutobi kid waving around the station's entrance, that ugly leaf-green scarf billowing against the air conditioning.
Sasuke and Hinata both sigh in relief, glad to have that embarrassing spectacle over. Hn. Might as well proceed now. Like they tacitly planned. "Hey…" he greets at last, smiling.
"Hey…" She grins back shyly.
And then they look into each other's eyes again… Corny… But still they couldn't resist… Three… Two… One...
And so like a shadow's breadth had been but a superficial distance to begin with (they had been a thousand miles apart before and that didn't stop them, right?) their lips inch closer to meet for the first time, feet crossing and the heart's distance made suddenly meaningless at the wake of this palpable attraction.
This, Sasuke decides with finality as he opens his mouth for her tongue to slip in, is what he can easily, effortlessly love the most.
(TBC)
Thanks to: maxridelover, crmsonkira, farahb, Milkshakecat200, Guest, nyo-mila, RikuDai, A sunny place for Sasuke, LuluMonk, agateilie, tactics2012, Ookami Tsubasawa. Don't worry I'm not keeping future chapters hostage. Just that I have been hella busy these past few weeks in essays written in our main language (something I am not good at since I only speak the dialect). Tch.
This serves as a sort of prelude for the big, climax-inducing (no pun intended? Hm.) events for the next chapter. So Hinata is not a virgin? How come? Lots of revelations would be touched upon that. And finally we are coming to the real plot. What is this secret that Hinata seems so intent to keep? Well, think of this as DragonBall teaser… let's see that in the next episode blah blah
After skimming through this chapter, I realize I must have come off as a basher in some parts. But may I remind you that I am only using derogatory pop culture in a humorous way. I have nothing against Twilight, Fifty Shades, fanfiction writing (duh!), porn or anything else you might manage to sift through. Lol. I just like to make fun of them in an admittedly not-so-tongue-in-cheek way. As for the Renaissance facts, I just have to say I'm not really an art aficionado. But as it happens, Angels and Demons by Dan Brown is my first ever English book (I was thirteen. I'm eighteen now so…) so you can imagine the impression it gave me. Lol. But feel free to lecture me if I got things wrong. I'm an avid learner.
Not much laughs? Boring? Can't wait for the smut? Tell me what you think! I adore reviews like Belgian chocolate. And 50 reviews for four chapters is really greeeeaaattt. Love you minna… Hope to read more.
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