The SEAL'S Kiss
Celestia193's Author's Note: Warning: More mentions of the elusive exotic ship, though for slightly more nefarious purposes (tee hee hee). …The fathers are on the move. Also, questionable use of sleeping pills by exasperated parents.
Silver's Author's Note: The fact that she is laughing, means you should be afraid. Very afraid. I"m just joking (or am I)? Anyway, just to clear this up. This is a Sasuke x Hinata story. Any mentions of Sasuke's relationships with other people are in the past and same goes for Hinata. We aren't getting into lemons or limes in the Polyship (Naruto x Sakura x Sai) though. While I was highly skeptical about the 'Sleep Attack Tactic,' my coauthor made an argument for it. Obviously, do not try that at home or anywhere else, folks! Anyway, happy reading.
Chapter 5
It would take precise timing, the ability to lie convincingly, and a young lady who would believe the word of a federal agent. Meaning, Fugaku was entirely certain that he would be able to fool Hinata into telling him everything he wanted to know. Whether she knew it or not.
Dialing the phone, Fugaku places it on the desk while he finishes his morning's work. That way, he wouldn't fall behind by taking the morning off to gently question Hinata.
Hinata smiles as she answers the phone. "Hinata Hyuga speaking." It was early in the morning, but not excessively so. That meant she was awake enough to answer whoever was calling her coherently.
"Good morning, Miss Hyuga, this is Fugaku, Sasuke's father." Now, to pull off the little white lie, and leave out a few details. "I was wondering if you would like to accompany me to breakfast this morning. I'm sure that you would usually eat with Sasuke, but as he is currently…occupied, I think that I should be enough to keep you sufficiently entertained and safe for the morning."
"Oh. Hello, Mr. Uchiha." The bluenette blinks as she was rather surprised to get a call from Sasuke's father of all people. "That would be fine." She couldn't help, but worry though. "Is Sasuke okay? He doesn't seem like the type to miss work?"
Fugaku chuckles. "Yes, the boy is fine. He is simply being detained on suspicion of staying up until three in the morning and working obsessively. As a result, he is being sentenced to spend the rest of the morning in bed, catching up on his sleep." And it wasn't a lie, the boy really had been staying up obscenely late. So late, in fact, that the lie was that Mikoto and Fugaku had conspired to slip sleeping pills into Sasuke's tea, which he was ultimately too tired to even notice. For the moment, his son was dead to the world.
Hinata nods in understanding. Well she had been worried that he hadn't been getting enough rest. "That was probably a wise order on your parts." She smiles. Well she was sure that Fugaku was suitable protection. After all, he wouldn't be in charge of the NCIS, if he didn't have a few tricks up his sleeve. "Where would you like to have breakfast?"
Hinata was a woman who stuck him as the type to like sweet things, so Fugaku had planned accordingly. "Thank you. And there is a small diner with what my wife will profess are the most incredible pancakes in all of the eastern states. I think that you would like them, if the cafes included in your schedule are any indication."
"You and Sasuke are a little scary sometimes." Hinata laugh. "I'm glad that it's only my interest in food that you've decided to research. Pancakes sound lovely." Seriously, that was one family that should not be messed with.
The man chuckles once more. "Sasuke gave me your schedule, there was no research involved. However, should you need anyone looked into, I can guarantee that whatever can be found will be found. I have some of the best investigative agents at my disposal. Better than the FBI, if I were to boast."
She shakes her head in amusement. "I'll meet you there." Hinata decides it was best not to dwell on his investigative prowess too long. Not when pleasant thoughts such as pancakes were on her mind.
"No need, I have an agent in the area who can drive you. It wouldn't do to leave you alone, especially in morning traffic." Fugaku would rather not take chances with his son's charge. "Shisui will be by for you in twenty minutes, but you may take your time."
"I'll be waiting." She promises. "Well I best get ready for him, if he's on his way. Thank you."
"You're welcome, I will see you soon." Fugaku ends the call, smirking slightly. Mission accomplished. It was time to find out just what this young lady thought of his youngest son.
It was a quaint little place, not something that Fugaku would come to alone, but if Mikoto wanted to go out for breakfast, or any other meal, for that matter, this was their go to unless one of them was craving something specific. In short, it was their date spot, and therefore, the perfect place for him to conduct a subtle interrogation of the girl his son was protecting.
Though, as the girl arrived, sitting across the table from him, he did have to silently confess that he rather appreciated their buttermilk pancakes with the sausages and eggs. "Go ahead and order whatever you like, breakfast is on me." Not that anything here was expensive, far from it, but the low prices hid one thing, that the food at this little out of the way place could easily beat out some of the more expensive places for quality.
"I'll just have what you're having." She smiles at him. "It all does look rather good." It still surprised her that Fugaku was essentially babysitting her, but that was fine. Better to have someone nearby in case whoever sent those assassins gave it another try.
"Alright." Fugaku raises his hand, catching the eye of the ancient cook behind the counter, who he was certain had been working here at least since Mikoto was born. He signs for two orders of his usual, the cook acknowledging the order instantly. "I'm sure that you'll enjoy it. This place is Mikoto's favorite."
"I know that I ordered buttermilk pancakes." Hinata shakes her head in amusement at Fugaku's attempt at small talk. "It does look like a nice place, but I sense that you're buttering me up for some reason."
Contingency plan for suspicion engaged. Fugaku smirks. "You're a sharp one. Now I can see why Sasuke doesn't check in every night, looking as though he's swallowed a lemon."
She tilts her head, not really understanding the lemon comment. "Thank you. I think." Maybe it was a saying in the military or something?
Fugaku chuckles at the girl's confusion. "When he was in middle school, and into high school, if Sasuke had too much contact with people who annoyed him, he would come home with a look so sour that you would think he swallowed a lemon. In fact, he would often glare and resemble a wet cat."
"I can imagine that." Hinata giggles at the thought of an irritated looking Sasuke. "Well I'm glad to make his job easier for him." With those bubble eyes. She felt guilty for laughing, but the mere thought of such a thing was hilarious. "He does have a very expressive face."
"Yes, he's much like his mother that way. And his grandfather. The two look frighteningly similar. In fact, if you looked at pictures of Mikoto's father when he was young, you would think that Sasuke had simply gone back in time." Fugaku tilts his head. "And grown his hair to his waist, but Izuna always was rather eccentric. He likely inspired Itachi."
She smiles at the thought. "Your family does have very nice hair?" It was such an awkward thing to say, but it was true.
Well, it seemed that she found him physically appealing at least, not that Fugaku would have doubted it. Still, it was a good first step. "Yes, the Uchiha tend to be rather fortunate in that regard. Something that Sasuke has cursed endlessly since he was a child." He raises his eyes as the plates arrive, steaming pancakes, fried eggs done sunny side up, and well-cooked, juicy sausages, along with an assortment of jams, syrups, and butter.
"I'm going to get fat if I have breakfast with you too often." Hinata laughs as she digs into the feast before her.
"Mikoto does not get fat from having breakfast here." Fugaku smirks as he takes his first bite. "We simply make sure to exercise appropriately."
She wasn't really sure what possessed her to say it, but once again she blurts out something that she shouldn't have. "And I presume this exercise routine of yours explains how one gets an Itachi." She bites into her pancakes. "And a Sasuke."
Oh, the girl was bolder than Fugaku had given her credit for. Good…that would suit Sasuke well. "Indeed. It is something of a miracle that they did not end up with several dozen siblings."
"I'm sorry." She blushes scarlet. "I probably shouldn't have said that." Though she had suspicion that 'miracle' was known as birth control.
"It's fine." He takes note of the girl's apparent shyness. Interesting…she could be bold when she wanted to be, but was easily flustered. "You are at the age where it would not be surprising to start having children. It's only natural that you would wonder. Besides, it is not nearly as alarming as anything said on a navy vessel, believe me."
That was a good point. "Thank you. Well that does explain the saying." When someone could make a sailor blush. "About sailors and blushing. Did you like it? Being in the Navy?"
Fugaku nods. "I did. Though I was younger even than Sasuke when I started my own training for the SEALs. The division had been open for only a decade when I joined. I did several tours with them before settling down and taking a position as a federal agent. Mikoto insisted when she was pregnant with Itachi that I wasn't to go overseas anymore, that I would take a job closer to home."
"Well I can't really blame her for wanting her husband near when she was pregnant." Hinata laughs. Well it was obvious who wore the pants in that relationship. "That only makes sense."
"Yes, it does." It was something that had always worried him, though. "But Sasuke will likely face the same problems I did. The lack of the freedom, excitement, and the sense of adventure that sailing provides." Now…it was tie to let the hook fly. "Assuming, of course, that he marries a civilian, rather than finding his soul mate in a fellow naval officer. After your father's time as President is up, Sasuke will likely go back to Coronado, along with Naruto, Sakura, and Sai."
He was worried about his son. It was touching. "Well that's at least the better part of four years away." She smiles at him reassuringly. "Perhaps even eight. He might find someone before than and if not, well like you said he might find someone in the military."
"Yes, you're right. After all, he does have his teammates. If nothing else, they will shower him with plenty of affection." Perhaps he could lure the girl out? Make her show some interest, some…jealousy, maybe?
"They do seem rather close." Hinata pauses and shakes her head. "I don't think that he likes them that way though. He would have already acted on it." The thought of Sakura and Sasuke together made her wince. Those two would drive each other crazy.
Fugaku pauses, not entirely certain if he should reveal…quite that much. …Fuck it, he was the boy's father, and it's not as though it was a huge secret. "And who says that he hasn't?"
"Naruto said that Sasuke needed a girlfriend." Hinata feels herself twitch with an emotion that disturbed her. "I don't think he would have said that, if Sasuke already had someone." Jealousy. Like she wanted to punch someone. Which was ridiculous.
"Ah…Naruto said it?" Now that was interesting. "Well, then perhaps Naruto has given up on pulling Sasuke back into their little…well, love nest." In any case, Hinata certainly looked…uncomfortable. "Those two have always had a rather odd relationship. For some time, I did wonder if we were ever going to have grandchildren. Then, it seems that things escalated when they met Sakura and Sai, and for a while, I wondered if we might have pink-haired grandchildren. The three of them likely would have produced a rainbow of children, well, had it not been for their impending naval careers."
Hinata blinks at that information. She wasn't sure what shocked her more. "B-Back into their love nest?" It was hard enough to imagine Sasuke with Sakura, but Fugaku was implying some sort of really open relationship between the Secret Service agents. "W-Well I can see why that would be a concern. I imagine the navy frowns on polygamy."
She had always viewed such matters as those that should be decided amongst consenting adults, but it was still shocking. "Though I'm sure he'll f-find someone." To hear that her mostly prim and proper bodyguard might have had three lovers at once! Was Fugaku pulling her leg? That couldn't possibly be true, could it?
"Well, while there was no lack of love there, I doubt that they really considered marriage as an option. Nevertheless, their team has always been very close, and despite how they act around each other, there is nothing they wouldn't do to protect each other." Fugaku knew better than to pry into the specific details, though. And the vague details seemed to be enough to produce quite the reaction.
There was interest, definitely interest. "Fortunately, when you're a team of Navy SEALs on a boat in the middle of nowhere, there's less hassle involved." Fugaku could remember the other naval officers tiptoeing around his own team when he was a SEAL. They were trained to intimidate just by existing. "And their commander was accepting enough of their…relationship to ensure that their team roomed together, and had relatively soundproof quarters. Not that trifling with those four would have been a wise decision in the first place."
THUD! Hinata falls out of her chair in shock. "Owe!" They were intimate enough to require private soundproof quarters?!
Fugaku suppresses the urge to laugh as he stands and reaches down to help the girl up. "Are you alright?" It seemed as though such news was quite a shock to her. A good sign, considering how red her face looked.
"I'm a-alright." She takes his hand and slowly stands up. "I'll probably have a bruise somewhere unpleasant, but it's more so my pride than any thing else." How embarrassing! She had fallen out of her chair in front of Fugaku Uchiha!
"Ah, pride, the downfall of many an Uchiha." Fugaku chuckles and seats her, before returning to his own chair. "Do be sure not to tell Sasuke that I've told you any of this. It may not be a state secret, but it is something that embarrasses him. Much like his excellent dancing skills."
Tell Sasuke that his father had basically told her he had potentially been involved on a Pleasure Cruise while out at sea?! "I won't tell him." That was the truth, she'd probably sooner faint.
"Excellent." Fugaku smiles semi-cheerfully. "Well, let's finish breakfast before Sasuke wakes up to find that I've 'kidnapped' you for breakfast, and starts throwing a fit."
"Um yes." She nods, still rather stunned. "That would be best." How was she supposed to respond to any of that?
Fugaku watches the girl, picking out her every emotion. Shock, embarrassment, confusion, and a plethora of others. But he also saw one that was very promising…jealousy. Leaning back in his chair, he smirks smugly. First mission: accomplished.
Groaning slightly, Sasuke rolls over in bed, frowning as he searches for his alarm clock. Not that he ever needed it in order to wake up, but still, it was good to know just what time he'd woken up at.
When he sees it, he frowns. "Nine-thirty?" But that wasn't possible. Even if he didn't wake up at six, like usual, his alarm would wake him up two minutes later. And… He sniffs the air. "…Breakfast?" It wasn't Saturday, was it? His mother liked coming over on the weekend to cook him breakfast. But he still didn't usually sleep in.
Completely and utterly confused, Sasuke dresses and stumbles downstairs, shaking his head. "Mom?"
Mikoto smiles at him. "Morning, Sweetheart." Oh boy. This wasn't going to be pretty. "How did you sleep?" Best to feign ignorance for a few minutes.
"…Longer than I meant to. Is it Saturday?" It wasn't, right? It was supposed to be Friday. Sasuke felt oddly groggy, a lot more so than he usually felt in the mornings.
"No, it's Friday." Apparently, that wasn't going to work though. "Don't worry. Your father is watching Hinata." The mother of two tries her best to brace herself for the explosion. "He took her out for pancakes."
Tick…tick…tick… "He did what!?" That wakes Sasuke up in a hurry. "Why didn't my alarm go off!? Why is Father taking Hinata out for pancakes!? And, not that I'm unhappy to see you, but what are YOU doing here!?"
She laughs softly as she watches his panicked expression. "I'm here to make sure you don't have a heart attack." Which might actually be a real danger at this rate. "Sasuke, your father is more than capable of protecting her over breakfast. You shouldn't work yourself this hard."
"That doesn't explain why I didn't wake up on time!" Sasuke ALWAYS woke up on time. He was, as Naruto always put it, anal about it. "And it doesn't explain why you're here and why you magically seem to know where she is when I'M the one who is supposed to be watching her!"
"Sasuke, your father told me where he was taking her." She shakes her head and smiles at him sweetly. "You were so exhausted, we didn't have the heart to wake you."
His bullshit radar was still going off. "That doesn't explain why you're here…in the guest house, or why Naruto, Sakura, or Sai didn't wake me up. Sakura would have been thrilled to give that a go." Still, that food smelled awfully good, and Sasuke was starving. His body needed a lot of energy for upkeep, and it must have been at least fifteen hours since he last ate. So, relaxing enough to grab some of the food, he sits on the counter as he munches away at some sausages, bacon, and blueberry waffles.
"Well when your father came to ask if you wanted breakfast, you were still asleep." She nods as she sits down and joins him for breakfast. "He didn't have the heart to wake you. So he called me here and we told your friends not to bother you." It was true, but not the whole truth. "Said that you needed your sleep and well, you did."
Something still didn't feel right, but Sasuke just sighs and stuffs food into his mouth. He would just finish quickly, grab his stuff, and get out of here. "Did he at least say if he was going to take her back to the White House, to her office, or just stay where they are?"
"He said that he was going to drop her off at the White House." Mikoto nods as her face scrunches up in remembrance. "They're probably on their way there now."
"Alright, then I'll take the bike." It was faster, and it would get through traffic easier. After all, Sasuke usually rode in Hinata's car when she went to work, so taking his bike was the best option. Especially since he was pretty sure that the others took the car.
"Drive safely, Dear." Miikoto nods approvingly. "Though if you want to take awhile longer to wake up, I'm sure that your father wouldn't mind."
"I'm fine." Sasuke slides off the counter, downing a couple more sausages before grabbing his helmet from the porch. "I'll be safe, but it's better that I get there sooner than later." After all,a lot could change in only a few seconds. "Bye Mom!"
She watches as he wolfs down his food and prepares to leave. "Bye, Baby." Her baby really needed a spouse or at least a girlfriend (or boyfriend). "He needs to take better care of himself." She mutters as soon as he was out of earshot. Hopefully, a lover would be able to reign him in somewhat!
It seemed like only seconds before Sasuke was on his Suzuki, almost speeding towards Washington. It wasn't rush hour, so the highway was moderately clear as he races towards D.C.
It's ten-thirty when Sasuke finally walks into the White House, having pushed the speed limit the whole way. Safely, of course, he wasn't a complete speed demon. But he was pretty sure that he set some kind of record. "Hinata!?" Had he beaten her here? Or was she in her room? Maybe she didn't hear him?
"Ah. Sasuke." A familiar voice calls out to him. "There you are." It was Hiashi. "Don't worry. Apparently, your father is with her and while that man has very questionable tastes when it comes to fashion, there is no denying that he can more than hold his own in any fight."
"Uh…yes…" Sasuke shifts uncomfortably. "Then I suppose I'll just wait here for her." How long did breakfast take, dammit? He could be done in less than five minutes if he had half a mind to eat that quickly.
He chuckles and shakes his head. "Unless your father is secretly a vampire, I don't think there's any reason to feel so uncomfortable about the idea of them having breakfast together." The boy was obviously nervous. So he would use humor to disarm him.
Sasuke's eye twitches and he crosses his arms. "He's not a vampire, and we are not a coven. It's just that I'm stronger than he is now." Hinata was safer with him. "Well, no offense to him, but he's getting on in years, and has been sitting behind a desk for ten of them."
"I know at your age thirty seems old and sixty must seem ancient, but I assure you that man could probably still knock most of my twenty something agents on their ass with ease." Hiashi shakes his head in amusement. "Of that much, I can assure you. I wouldn't leave my daughter in his hands, if I didn't find him capable."
Rolling his eyes, Sasuke leans against one of the walls, keeping the front door within his peripheral vision. "Doesn't mean that I couldn't knock HIM on his ass."
Hiashi chuckles at that. "I don't doubt your skill, but he helped to bring you into this world. He can most certainly take you out of it, if he wanted to." Such a feisty lad, he was. "It's not always the strongest or the fastest who wins the fight."
"Strength, speed, intelligence, equipment, the element of surprise, terrain, foes, allies." Sasuke shrugs. "And a little bit of luck, I guess. Knowing all of that is how you win a battle."
Hiashi blinks."I don't believe that I've ever said this to someone before, but I do believe you are more of a perfectionist than even I am." Could Hinata even handle this boy well enough to prevent him from having a heart attack before he was thirty? "In any case, how do you believe your new assignment is going?"
Sasuke frowns. "With the exception of this morning, where I slept in later than I meant to, it's been going well. I've compiled background checks and reports concerning everyone who comes and goes regularly around Hinata and memorized everything. If someone approaches her and something seems out of place, I'll know it."
He nods. That was good. Though Hiashi knew he would be need to be subtle with this one. "I'm glad that you're so dedicated to her...safety." So he'd test the waters.
"…Yes, it's my job to be." Sasuke wasn't sure why the President seemed surprised at all by it. Something was up. Or maybe he was just paranoid because Hinata was out of sight. "If I'm going to do my job, I'm going to do it as well as I possibly can."
"An admirable trait." He was hesitating. That was likely a good sign. "Well I'm sure they won't be long. I know that Hinata speaks quite highly of you. So you must be doing something right." Perhaps not the most creative tactic to take, but Hiashi had just cast his fishing rod into the lake with bait on it. Now, it was time to see if Sasuke would take it.
Sasuke twitches, already cursing himself as he opens his mouth. "What does she say?"
Ah ha! The bait had been taken. "That you're very thorough and patient. Something about you taking Ino's flirtatious attempts rather well." He pauses and adds for good measure. "And of course, she is impressed that you were able to withstand such...demanding physical training."
Now that makes Sasuke smirk. "Guts and determination, as Naruto would say. None of us would have made it through otherwise. As for Ino…I'm quite used to being hit on. I'd like to think that I've built up an immunity to people who bat their eyelashes at me. As for my patience…well, she makes it easy. It's the rest of the world that's full of idiots."
Well that was progress. He put Hinata in a separate category than most of the world. "True enough, I suppose." He might as well go for it. The Jealousy Test. "Perhaps, you would consider doing me a favor. It's a small one, but I know that it would mean a great deal to Hinata."
"Alright, what is it?" Sasuke raises an eyebrow at the man, wondering just what Hinata's father was going to ask him to do. Teach her to shoot? Teach her martial arts? He could do both easily, of course.
"The Charity Ball is coming up." Hiashi makes a great show of pretending to be embarrassed. "As you're going to be there and trying to pretend to blend in anyway, perhaps you could ask her to dance." He wasn't really. He had no shame. "Hinata is a shy woman and she ended her relationship with a high school sweetheart a few months ago. And well, she been skittish about courtship in the public eye. Not many men can handle dating the First Daughter for obvious reasons."
Best to soften this so he didn't get scared off though. "I'm sure she'd rather dance with you than get passed around in a room full of favor seekers." There. That should do it. Sasuke came from a political family. "Your brother is a Senator. So I am quite certain you understand what I mean by favor seekers." People asking for political favors. Whether that be help on a campaign or legislation.
"People who would take advantage of her in order to get to you." Sasuke's fingers tighten against the leather of his jacket. "I assumed that I would end up dancing with her to keep watch, but if it will keep unsavory characters away from her, I will do my best." Politicians. Some of them were fine, but some of them, Sasuke just hated with a passion. "…Fucking pricks."
"Exactly." Hiashi nods in agreement. "Though I would refrain from saying so within recording distance of any cameras." Calling them fucking pricks would cause quite the scene. "Thank you. I do appreciate it. It was such a shame really, but some people just can't handle the public spotlight." Yep. He was doing the jealousy test.
It was a low blow, but you could tell a lot about a person's feelings for another by their response to such a thing. If he seemed too curious or annoyed about him mentioning Hinata's former flame, Hiashi would take that as a very good sign.
Sasuke blinks, before shaking his head. "I meant the favor seekers, they're the parasites, and I don't mind saying so where someone can hear me. On the other note, if you can't handle a public spotlight, don't date the President's daughter. At best, it makes you an idiot, at worst, a coward." And if there was one thing Sasuke hated, it was people who quit halfway. He held himself to that same standard. It's why he didn't quit all those damn dance lessons.
Definitely some bitterness. Whether that was because of the principle of the thing or jealousy was a bit harder to tell. "Of course. Well it wasn't that the boy was camera shy." He shakes his head and sighs. "It was more so that he had a hard time understanding her busy schedule."
"Hn, let him try military training. Now THAT is a busy schedule." Why anyone would give up a girl like Hinata was beyond Sasuke, but obviously the guy wasn't right for her if he couldn't foresee that the daughter of a major political figure would have a busy schedule. It just…should have been the most obvious thing in the world.
"I doubt that Kiba would have lasted two days in the military." Hiashi chuckles at the thought. "He's never been particularly good at following orders, but point well taken."
"Hn." Sasuke's smirk returns. "Neither am I. But on my team, I'm the one who gives the orders. Doesn't mean I couldn't survive all that training. I wouldn't be here if that were the case."
"Of course." Hiashi nods. "Well, I do appreciate your helping me in this matter."
"Yes, Sir." Sasuke's ears twitch as he hears the sound of a car approaching, a door slam, and footsteps approaching the door. Light, feminine footsteps. He smiles at the sound. "Looks like it's time to get to work."
Hinata smiles and walks inside with Fugaku walking next to her. "Morning, Father." She makes her way over towards the two men. "Morning, Sasuke."
"Morning, Hinata." Sasuke smiles, sighing quietly in relief at the sight of her. "Sorry I was late, I slept in and my parents…" He glares slightly at his father. "…turned off my alarm clock."
"It's okay." She shakes her head. "You needed your sleep and your father was nice enough to treat me to pancakes." And traumatize her for life.
"I see…" Sasuke watches his father suspiciously. Fugaku Uchiha didn't just take people out to get pancakes. Something was up. "Come on, you should get to work." He puts a hand on Hinata's shoulder, guiding her back out the door and towards her car.
Fugaku watches the two carefully before the door shuts, raising an eyebrow at the sight. "Sasuke is certainly possessive of her. I can see why you wondered…"
"He responded well to the jealousy test though there is a slight chance that could have been on principle." Hiashi nods in acknowledgment."What did you find out? I personally give it a ninety percent chance that he has at least some romantic feelings for her."
The director chuckles, shaking his head. "Well, your daughter certainly became quite uncomfortable when I mentioned Sasuke's last 'relationship'. And it looks to me like he's treating her similarly, if not with the same level of possessiveness as he does his team, but the seeds of it are there, if the way he glared at me was any indication." And then there was that hand… "He touched her."
He pauses as he considers that. "Holding her hand could be construed as platonic, but that's good to know." Hiashi raises an eyebrow. "You're saying relationship in a strange tone. Was his last relationship with a man?" Hiashi shakes his head. "That would probably stun Hinata, but I doubt she'd hold that against him. Hinata is very supportive of the LGBT Community..."
"Well, it was, in a way. His team has always been extremely…close." Fugaku hoped that would get the point across. "As for touching her, that isn't something that Sasuke does lightly. Unless he has to on duty, he typically will not touch people that he doesn't know, doesn't trust, or isn't particularly close to. Those that he IS close to, he has an unconscious habit of touching, well, at least most of the time. If it's a more conscious touch, especially in a room full of people, it means that if anyone else does something to incur his wrath against anyone he has touched, that they are in very dangerous water."
"..." Hiashi blinks at that insinuation. "If your son becomes romantically involved with my daughter in any way, it will be a relationship between TWO people." He was putting his foot down there. Sasuke being bisexual was one thing, but having her enter a Naval Harem was another!
"I doubt that will be an issue, according to what Naruto told me shortly before arriving, Sasuke extracted himself from their…'love nest' some time ago." Fugaku wasn't entirely sure why, seeing as Sasuke had seemed very happy that way, but he was not going to ask. "Whatever his reasons were, I doubt that he would return to it after resisting Naruto's attempts to drag him back in for so long. In any case, he does seem to be rather single-mindedly focused on your daughter, and I see signs that he is growing very attached to her, very quickly."
"I'm glad to hear it." Hiashi nods approvingly. "While I don't care what consenting adults do in the privacy of their own home, such a relationship could destroy her public image." That and Hinata would likely faint at such a proposition.
"Or the privacy of soundproof quarters aboard a navy ship." Fugaku chuckles at the thought. "Sasuke knows well about public image, so there should be no issues if they decide to put Sasuke's talent for dancing to use in a more…exotic manner. He's quite good at keeping certain pieces of information classified."
THUD! Like father, like daughter. "W-what?!" The President had just fallen on his ass in shock.
"Hm…she truly is your daughter." Fugaku suppresses a chuckle. "It was…a special accommodation, courtesy of their VERY understanding commander. I believe that you're likely familiar with Kakashi Hatake?"
"As your President, I am issuing an executive order that you speak no more on any accommodations issued by that deviant!" Good Lord! "Effective immediately!" Hiashi did not need to hear of such things!
A smirk grows on Fugaku's face. "Of course, Sir. The rest shall remain classified." On another note, though… "Should my son court your daughter, or my other son, your nephew, know that Uchihas make for very devoted and extremely possessive lovers. For example, any man who dares touch Mikoto faces the threat of castration by gunshot." It is why no man dared touch her. Well that, and Mikoto was terrifying in her own right.
He understood the sentiment, of course. Nevertheless, he winces. "Good. See that remains the case and…understood." Hiashi supposed that any man would wince when THAT word was mentioned though.
"Yes…now…" Fugaku frowns. "Seeing as Sasuke strives to be a professional, how do we ensure that my son does not have a heart attack before his thirtieth birthday?"
"Well he already agreed to dance with her at the ball." That was a good start in Hiashi's mind. "Its hardly a marriage proposal, but it's a start."
"Ah…dancing. One of Sasuke's favorite pastimes." Fugaku laughs quietly. "Well, as long as no one is watching. Otherwise, it is too 'girly and embarrassing', to use the words he spat at Itachi as a teenager."
Hiashi shakes his head in amusement. "I've never understood why so many men feel that way. It is truly one of the easiest ways to a woman's heart." Well one of the more publicly appropriate ways to do so. There were many other ways that were less acceptable.
"He is young, and a military officer. There is a certain masculinity expected of him." Fugaku believed that it explained most everything. "And he was…forced into learning the dances as a teenager. Itachi often bet against Sasuke for various reasons, and every time Sasuke lost, he had to take dance lessons. And being the stubborn boy he is…his pride wouldn't allow him to quit halfway." Even if he found it girly, no matter how much he secretly liked it, Sasuke refused to give up and let something 'conquer' him.
"I see. Well at least he's gotten some practical use out of the lessons." He smiles at the thought.
"Yes, and I do hope that Hinata enjoys the tango, or at least enjoys learning it." Fugaku smirks. "It's Sasuke's favorite."
Hiashi looked close to fainting again. "That's a rather...advanced form of dance." And intimate. Was he really old enough to be a grandfather yet?
Oh, Fugaku knew that look. "I suppose it is. He did always excel at the Latin dances. I'm sure that he'll be a proper teacher, however." The grandchildren could come later. "In any case, I will see you tomorrow night." He'd scandalized Hiashi more than enough for one day, so it was prudent to head for the door before a real scene occurred.
"Yes, tomorrow." He nods dumbly. "Very good." Hiashi was suddenly feeling rather light headed. Perhaps it was time for him to lie down and take a day off, himself.