Hinata poured his tea with care and caution, her slender wrists bent so perfectly as the steaming liquid fell into his cup without a splash. The scent of chai infused with jasmine filled the air of the small living room. It was her suggestion to make tea, after he had showed her his ghost district. It was for both him and her, he presumed. Sasuke hadn't argued, in fact he even smiled and encouraged her. He took her back to the small apartment he had outside of the Uchiha district, somewhere external of red eyed ghosts and foolish older brothers.
She sat the kettle back onto its stand and sat beside him.
The cushioned seat enough for her. It was the traditional way of sitting, because he knew she might find the modern couch and settings disconcerting, especially after what he put her through. This would be a welcomed constant for the princess, tea and cushioned seats of rigidness.
Sasuke sipped, eyeing her carefully as she drank her own with rosy finger tips pressed to his cleanest cup. He watched as her plumb bottom lip poked out beneath the cup, dainty sips mocking the occasion swipe of her pink tongue – to clean the stray droplets. There wasn't any however, but he wasn't complaining. He wondered who had suggested she wear such a contemporary style dress, unlike the traditional, heavy garments of kimonos; he was certain she was made to wear most of the time. The navy of the dress was similar to what he would wear as a genin. It illuminated against her white skin, the wrap style was modest for a normal woman, but he could see the sculpted calves and pretty, slender ankles which lead to the moderate sandals she was wearing. Her breasts were round, full and melon-like, the belt of the dress did not help – her curves were emphasized and he wanted to peel it off in a way a husband would be allowed.
But he was not her husband.
Not yet.
So the lone Uchiha settled for a frown and a grunt. "Hinata-chan," he started quick eyes over her body and sweet face. "I do not wish for you to wear this dress unless you are with me."
The princess cocked her head to the side, her long, unscathed neck tantalizing, h saw red rise beneath the flesh, all the way down to the neck of her dress. "Pardon, Sasuke-kun?"
He leaned close to her, placing a hand beside her thigh. "This dress," he said lowly, his breathe warm against her ear. She turned cherry red! "…is not to be worn without me to restrain any imprudent soul who might stare." He then pressed his lips to her ear, teeth all but grazing distance. Sasuke smirked to himself as she trembled. "Is that understood Hi-na-ta?"
The Hyuga doll licked her lips and opened her mouth – Sasuke's own lips itched at the sight, still smarting from the delightful sensations of her kiss. "Yes, Sasuke-kun," she answered.
The Uchiha smirked, satisfied.
It wasn't long after that dusk slowly sat in, and he decided he would walk his would be wife home and seek an audience with the council. Hinata walked to keep up with his pace, with her back painfully erect and her precious eyes staring ahead – she carried herself with grace expected of a Hyuga doll but there was an underlying danger to her. Instantly, he recalled the curious interaction he witnessed between the jonin and her, at their engagement party. There was more to the doll that Hyuga led on.
Whatever there was, he was sure he'd be able to contain it – or indulge in it.
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Sakura Haruno was a woman of twenty. She was a medical nin, accomplished already in her youth, having come from a non-spectacular nin parents, and she had admirers and was certain of her beauty. Sakura was certain of her power and strength as well, the pinkette knew who she was. At least, most of the time she did, but Sasuke was a thorn to the side of her ego and self-esteem. The lone Uchiha was everything she ever cared for; she loved him for as long as she could remember. He was incomparable to every suitor or man that looked her way.
Sasuke Uchiha was perfect.
But after seeing him with the Hyuga doll – a literal princess to Konoha's standards, she knew that he was legally taken. It was no secret that the eldest Hyuga and the eldest Uchiha were betrothed before the Massacre, but like all things after the massacre, she thought maybe this changed. However, as seen from her time in town, that this was changed. After all, what other reason was there for the gentle Hyuga princess to be out without Hyuga nin surrounding her – it was an unfortunate fact, apparently.
Sasuke Uchiha was perfect, and he was taken.
Though, he never really, in the sense that mattered, belonged to her. In her heart, he was hers. She loved him, pined after him for so long – while he was missing, when he returned, he was all and everything for her. The truth was, this was only in the intangible, unrealistic sense. Sasuke Uchiha never regarded her as such, never truly, really, loved her as she demanded and desired he would. That did not stop her from wanting him however. Was it selfish? Love was selfish, that was no lie, love is a selfish thing and Sakura was a selfish girl when it came to things she wanted.
Sasuke Uchiha was perfect, and she still wanted him.
And even Sakura knew there was something deeply wrong with that – but, love was selfish and so was she.
"Sakura-chan?" her superior called, knocking her from her daze.
Blinking rapidly, she nodded and spoke fluently to the commanding medic of the ward. Sakura may not be a doll, but she was a competent nin, she was more than worthy of Sasuke's perfection, in ways that the Hyuga doll would never comprehend.
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Late at night, while she laid in her bed, Hinata touched her lips.
The tips of her fingers tracing over the plumb flesh and the outline of the organs, still, she remembered the feel of lips pressed to them. A foreign, damp tongue running over them and through them, opening her mouth and tasting her – was this kissing? The Hyuga closed her eyes and hummed, thinking of Sasuke. Thinking of the way, in their short courtship (if it could be called that, they were betrothed, them getting to know each other a bit was a formality) that Sasuke seemed to possess her so utterly. She could imagine that. Over and over again, for decades and years to come – kami! What was she saying? How could she find herself, caring for a man forced upon her by her family? What about her promises? What about nii-san? How would she tell him – no, she couldn't back out, not now. Had they not come far enough? They'd waited so long for this and for her to just…
Hinata jolted out of her bed, her thoughts ran too wild, too problematic, too conflicting. Slipping on her robe, over her grey nightdress, she slid into her sandals and proceeded to walk out of her room. The silent guards outside made no movements to stop her, unnerved and unbothered by the Hyuga doll's odd sleeping patterns. Hinata found it easy to ignore them, their icy stares, and walked straight to the garden, right to the spot where Sasuke had found her.
Tightening the robe, Hinata pulled her feet beneath her bottom and sighed. She wondered how different it would have been, had she been allowed the freedoms of her younger sibling and older cousin. To be a nin, a warrior and clan heiress. She trained, somewhat, with Yuhi-sensei and Neji – yes, even the Hyuga doll had to be somewhat useful to the clan. Those were the words of her father, not hers. Her father would not train her, as she was not nin and not worthy of his training. Her intent after all, given the station of her birth, was to be a wife not a leader. The two it seemed were no synonymous.
Looking up at the round moon, its paleness and cold nature, much like the Hyuga – she wished to be anywhere but there and anyone but herself. Could she leave everything? Yes, and yes, oh how she desired to! But, would she? That was left unanswered.
"You're up late Ningyo-sama." A branch member greeted her, causing her to cringe.
Hinata smiled at the young girl, titling her head at the side and suddenly feeling conscious of her overly curvy form. "H-Hai, how are you, Mei-chan?"
Mei bowed her head and stayed at a ten feet distance from her. "I am well, what seems to trouble you this evening?"
Hinata waved her hand and touched some crimson petals. "Nothing but the moon." She lied smoothly, something she learned from years of training under Hyuga doll requirements.
"Ah," Mei said. "If I may speak, Ningyo-sama…"
Hinata nodded encouragingly.
"Perhaps whatever troubles you, should not be a matter of mind but of heart…and the heart is rarely wrong."
"What do hearts know of reasoning?" she mumbled with a sad smile.
"Nothing," Mei said winking at the older Hyuga girl, stepping back into the darkness of the night. "And that's the beauty of it!"
I'm sorry it's a bit short and it's been three years, but I will have more posted up soon. Xxx