Okay, so I was having fun and now here it is. XD
All credits to Yves_Liong (writer from Wattpad) and Masashi Kishimoto (owner of Naruto).
Warning: OOCness
Battling With A Hot Guy
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As soon as I pick up Gaara's call, he didn't give me a chance to speak. "Hinata, what's wrong? Are you hurt?" He asked immediately, his voice full of worry.
For a moment, I almost believed that he really is concerned and worried over me. But all the memories we shared before was a lie so I couldn't make the same mistake of believing him. "I'm fine. Nothing's wrong. The message wasn't for you but for Ino. I''m sorry."
"Are you that prideful now that even if you're in an emergency, you still refuse to ask for my help?" He remarked seriously, like I really am in a matter of life and death.
"I'm not dying. Not even hurt. I just need to learn to cook." I mumbled embarrassed. "Anyway, I'm going to hang up now. Sorry for the inconvenience."
As I was about to end the call, he suddenly stopped me. "Wait. I can help you with your cooking problem."
"You know how to cook?" I forced to stop myself from saying that he'll make a perfect boyfriend. Shut up, Hinata. I told myself.
"I have an older sister who cooks for us and occasionally, she teaches me how. I know it's hard for you to trust me again but believe me, I am not fooling you this time. I will do whatever it takes to gain your trust completely again."
Seeing that he seemed to be really determined to get my forgiveness, I decided to trust him. After all, I am desperate, aren't I? "Fine, we have deal. But where would you teach me. We can't use our kitchen because my father and brother will be livid if they see me bring a guy at home."
"Let's use the school's cooking room. I'll meet you there in 10 minutes. I'll bring everything so you don't have to worry. Just be there, okay?" He instructed.
Maybe he is forgetting that it is Sunday, thus, the school is closed. "I just have one question. How are we going to enter."
He chuckled lightly. Suddenly, I was reminded of Sasuke's chuckle, his chuckles lightly like Gaara.
Wait a minute. Why am I thinking of that jerk now? Shut up, Hinata!
I was pulled from my thoughts when Gaara spoke again. "Don't worry about it. It will be open for you when you get there." He remarked rather proudly. "See you."
And then he hang up. I started to get ready but as I did, I wonder what Gaara is up to. He wasn't going to break in to the school just for me, right? As soon as I changed clothes, I walked towards school and the entrance really is open. When I arrived at the cooking room, I finally can ask him.
"How did you do that?"
He smirked mischievously in response. "I broke in." He answered proudly. My eyes widened immediately.
"Are you crazy? We'll be in so much trouble! You will be in so much trouble!" I exclaimed.
"I'm just kidding. Relax." He said and brought some keys out of his pocket. "See this? These are the keys. The janitor owes me something so I borrowed this from him."
"Oh." I mumbled. "Uhm..."
He just smiled at me, the smile he almost never uses at just anybody. "Let's start?" I saw the counter was full of ingredients. "You didn't specify what you wanted to cook so I just brought what usually can be used in dishes."
For the first time in a long time, I smiled at him. "Thank you for doing this."
He stared at me for a moment but I since I felt a bit uneasy, I decided to distract him. "So, uhm..."
"Right." He suddenly turned to the bags of ingredients. "What do you want to learn to cook? I can teach you anything."
I found myself chuckling at how proud he is of his cooking skills. He sounded silly and funny. "I guess I'll go with fried rice since I heard it's not that hard and I like eating it." I answered and moved next to him to help. "So what's the first step?" It's kinda strange that I'm softening up to him again.
"We need cooked rice." He said setting aside the uncooked rice and taking a container from the stack of ingredients before us. ""Aside from the rice, we need to prepare the other ingredients. What are your favorite veggies?"
I tried to think of what Sasuke would like. "I'm not sure if Sasuke would like carrot and peas." I remarked absently forgetting that Gaara didn't know I'm trying to learn to cook for the Uchiha.
"You're doing this for the Uchiha?" He asked, his expression suddenly darkened.
Knowing that I couldn't possibly lie to get out of it, I nodded slowly. "Yes, I am. I need to cook lunch for Sasuke tomorrow."
"What happened to your vow to make that Uchiha pay for hurting your bestfriend? Suddenly, you're acting like a lovesick girl." He said angrily.
"Why are you so angry? Who said I'm not continuing my mission?"
"So you admit that your liking for the Uchiha is not true then?" He asked, getting even angrier. "Do you know why I liked you in the first place? It was because of your honesty. When you are mad at someone, you'd show it not matter what people would do to you."
Is he seriously accusing me like I deceived him? Isn't he the one who did that to me? But instead of bantering with him again, I just decided not to explode. "Nevermind. Sorry for disturbing you. I'm going."
I didn't wait for him to say anything anymore. I rushed out of there and headed back home. We never even started the cooking lesson. Maybe our cook wouldn't be busy and can finally teach me when I get back home. Or better yet, I could call Ino now.
I took my phone from my pocket and dialed Ino's number. This time I made sure it is really her. When she answered though, I could already tell I called in a bad time. But I still tried. "Ino-chan?"
"Hey, Hina-chan! What did you say?" She shouted over the background noise.
"Uhm... You're not home, are you?"
There was a shuffling sound. "Oh, yeah. I'm at the mall right. Sai is treating me to the movies because he lost a bet." She answered and I suddenly heard Sai's voice asking who she's talking to. "Is something wrong?"
I decided against disturbing Ino. It is Sai's chance and he deserves this date with my friend. "It's nothing. I was just bored so I called you."
"Is that so? I'll just call you when I got home, okay? I need to go now." She suddenly hang up. Maybe they're going to enter the cinema now.
I walked home with only one option, and that is by asking the cook. Sakura knows absolutely nothing about cooking so I didn't bother. But my hope was shattered when I saw the cook walking outside the house.
"Hello, Lady Hinata. I asked Lord Hiashi for a leave since my daughter is in the hospital."
"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that. I hope she gets well soon."
"Thank you, Lady Hinata. I must be going." She bowed at me and walked to the bus station on the next block.
I sighed and went up my room when my phone suddenly started ringing.
Uchiha Sasuke calling...
Ugh. I heaved a sigh and answered after four rings.
"Hello?"
"So how's the cooking going?" He asked, as if he just knew how miserable I am. "Since you're busy with my bento, I decided to call you myself."
I now know why he always manages to annoy me. It is because he seem to always know the truth and was unconsciously rubbing it on me. Or maybe not unconscious. But I am not going to give in this time."It's going great. Like you said, I am busy so I'm going to hang up now."
"Alright. Cook well." And he finally hanged up.
After that phone call, I decided I cannot lose face in front of Uchiha Sasuke. I am going to try.
The next day I woke up 3 hours earlier than usual. I checked the refrigerator and found a whole carrot, sausage and eggs. From my experience of eating fried rice, I knew that all I have to do is to mix them. I started chopping the ingredients. While chopping the last sausage, I cut myself.
After tending to my small cut, I continued my work. I filled the pan with oil, I put in the rice, the egg, the chopped carrots and sausages. Since I don't know when it is cooked, I just thought when the small is good then it's okay. The finished product looked greasy and a bit unappetizing. But since I have no choice, i put it in a container and got ready for school.
When I reached school, I went to my locker and the sight gave me a surprise. Gaara is leaning against my locker, holding a box in his hands.