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THIS IS NOT MY ORIGINAL WORK, but a transation of "Tequila, Limão e um Novo Amor" by Namikaze_Uzumaki, originally published in Brazilian Portuguese on spiritfanfiction . com .

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Chapter 1

Her pearlescent eyes were still focused on that small shot glass lying in front of her on the counter. In it, the colorless liquid shimmered with the neon pink of the decorative accessories on the large counter. As she sat there, she was in a kind of trance, not realizing that the world around her did not stop. The famous rock pub that lay well beyond the university grounds was packed, and on the central stage, the band Akatsuki was starting to play that night.

At any point in time, if anyone had asked her if she would ever hang out around such places, she would have enthusiastically denied it. Hinata Hyuuga did not belong in this kind of place, or at least not in her normal state of mind, which was not the case at that moment.

She began to breathe quickly, like someone who was about to jump into a frozen river trying to muster up the courage, after all, the only alcohol she had ever had was those girly bottled drinks.

Definitely yes, she was uptight! Ok, not uptight, she imagined that getting drunk should be the saddest thing in someone's life, like reaching rock bottom or any other drug, an escape from the unbearable reality of a miserable life. And at that moment, that was exactly how she felt: miserable.

The trembling hand took the shot glass.

"Fuck you, Uzumaki!" she drank it in one gulp, making a contorted grimace as the hot liquid went down, burning her throat mercilessly. "What a bad taste!" she complained to herself.

It was interesting to feel her previous cold and empty chest now filled with a heat from hell. Yeah... Maybe that alcoholic drug really had the power to deceive.

Deliberately, she slammed the cup down on the table, and the bartender refilled it, taking the money for it.

She closed her eyes, searching for her courage again, but she found the memories of blue eyes that used to stare at her with lust, hands that used to touch her, taking everything away without her denying him anything, simply because she had loved him since forever...

The devil wasn't dark, oh no. He was blond and had blue eyes with a stupidly inviting smile. He had a name and surname: Naruto Uzumaki Namikaze.

"Ohhh... Hmm... N-Na-ruuu-tooo..."

She blushed and became even more uncomfortable remembering the last night she had had with him. God, she felt so, so stupid!

"You're such a big fool, Hyuuga!" she scolded herself again, taking another sip.

She felt when the fire that was burning her stomach spread beyond and reached her cheeks. The place felt warmer and more welcoming. It was everything she was looking for that unhappy Friday night: coziness, and she found it inside a drinking glass, that in addition to boosting her feelings and emotions, without her realizing freed the shackles of something trapped for a long time: her own self.

She was on her third drink, now she had a Sex on the Beach in her hands and was sipping it through a straw while her body subtly danced to the rock sound in the background. The other voices already seemed clearer to her. She was alternating alcohol with water and juice because she read somewhere that helped to increase the alcohol tolerance, and besides that, there was this vortex triggering more memories...

The university cafeteria was a little crowded at that time. She knew as many people as possible in there, there was a mix of former high school classmates, current classmates, and other people... Ok, she wasn't a popular girl, and certainly more than half of those people did not even remember her, but she was blessed with an incredible memory. The hustle in the cafeteria made her heart race faster, each uttered word breaking the passionate heart of the Hyuuga even more, while her pearlescent eyes gazed at a blonde boy holding a bouquet of red roses in his hands and on his knees. In a very corny gesture, he not only confessed his love but also officially asked the girl to date him, right there in front of everyone so there was no doubt... So different from what he had done with her.

Hinata felt her legs give out a second longer, her eyes burned sickly, and her hands clasped tightly together. The pearlescent eyes then stared at the rival's emeralds that shone differently when looked at her and returned to focus on the Uzumaki, who was in front of her.

It was a lost battle, Sakura had really taken him, and what was she left with?

Hinata felt the gentle, empathetic grip on her shoulder coming from her best friend, Tenten.

"Oh Hina, I'm so sorry," she muttered.

And maybe that was exactly when everything suddenly lost its sound and color for Hinata, after all, less than a week before Naruto was still holding her in his arms, kissing her, making her believe in them. He fed, without any care or restrain, the desperate feeling that she had been nourishing since she was fifteen, but all it took was Sakura snapping her fingers and, as the madman that had always declared his love for the pinkette, he didn't waste a second.

A few glances were directed at her and disconcerted her. She felt like a tower made only of building blocks that suddenly came undone, everything crumbling from top to bottom. Looks of malice, pity, confusion.

"I-I have to go," she said, walking away without looking back and running away from whatever that was, and now... Well...

She stirred, waking up from that memory.

"Bloody bastard, thief of… heart and…." she blushed as her thoughts went further.

Only a sad, empty, distressed, and disappointed smile remained on her face, perhaps much more with herself than with him because she allowed herself to be in that situation. She hadn't even returned to her room, she left aimlessly, didn't call anyone, turned off her cell phone, and was finishing the humiliating day right there, at the pub.

Suddenly she felt the heat of another body next to her, realizing then that the bar was completely packed. She frowned for a moment as she looked through all those lights at the guy that was sitting beside her at the counter. She was confused whether she knew him or not, maybe she was already too drunk, or it was the many lights or all the black he wore, but she swore she saw that unruly hair somewhere before.

When he finally sat down in his seat, he kind of looked at her sideways and turned her face to focus definitively on the pair of intense onyxes on hers.

"Tsk… Hyuuga?" he recognized her at first. "You, in a place like this, and... drinking like there's no tomorrow?" he arched an eyebrow. "This is new to me."

The deep, husky, and dominating voice invaded her ears, and the intense oriental woody scent completely dominated her nose given their proximity, or maybe because he looked like those guys who always smelled so good... It was dizzying.

He had noticed that her cheeks were flushed, her bangs clung to her sweaty forehead. She wore a dress that was now just above mid-thigh because of the way she was sitting, a white and lavender all-star, and she had a short denim jacket over the dress. She looked incredibly lost and out of place, and he still had no idea why, although her shock was undeniable, visible in her widened eyes, lack of voice, and conveniently parted pink lips. In fact, many things went through the boy's mind while he looked at her.

Things like: she hardly grew up since high school, she was still small, her eyes became even more crystal clear, she let her side bangs and whole hair grow more, she had become even more feminine and delicate if possible, more... cute. On the bright side, she got rid of the glasses, even if they were only for reading, and the braces she had worn.

She blinked a few times, still processing who was right there, wondering if it was a hallucination, a prank, a... psychotic break maybe? If so, her brain was doing a great job, since it completely overwhelmed her five senses. She was looking at the black hair, now much longer, falling down over his face in a fringe, covering his left eye. The same scowling, sullen features, the same blank look she remembered. Okay, he was much taller now, more… Older and handsome, but in her mind, old habits never changed, so the question was, what was he doing there, and why did he bother to talk to her? She had always thought that she was invisible to most of her schoolmates.

She gasped nervously.

"S-Saa…Sasuke U-Uchiha?!"

"Still that damn stutter?" he drew a half-smile, barely noticeable and Hinata pinched herself, whimpering then, was she in an alcoholic coma, after all, Sasuke and an Uchiha smile on the same day?

She filled her lungs and prepared herself. If that was a prank, she wouldn't fall for it, not for another one.

"I don't stutter! It's... Nervousness, shock." and then, "Why is it weird that I'm here? Maybe I'm that kind of girl, huh?" He almost smiled at her subtly slurred speech. She looked like a fluffy nervous pet and made him feel nostalgic.

Of all the people he thought he could meet on his very first day back in Konoha, the last one he could have ever imagined was Hinata Hyuuga, even more so, in a place like that. Not the always straight-laced, nerdy, and out-of-place Hyuuga. He could still see her in her school band uniform. The girl who was supposed to be invisible but really wasn't. Regardless of how troubled and dark that period had been for him, he still noticed her. Whether she was alone in the library, crying under the apple tree, or annoyingly baking cinnamon and chocolate rolls in home economics class. Or how she remembered everyone at every Valentine's Day, even leaving dark chocolate on his table because he hated sweets. Ironically, the sweetest thing in his life was right there in front of him.

He had to accept he was too much of an asshole back then to even talk to the weird, gloomy girl in the class. After all, he was a popular guy, and everything reflected somehow in his life and popularity. Maybe it was ridiculous that his concerns were so superficial back then. Okay, he was pretty immature too.

But now?

Well, looked like fate was a big motherfucker putting her right there again, as he realized old habits did not change.

"Well," he turned to the counter, "in this case, stop drinking like a little girl, those bottled drinks aren't alcohol." He extended his hand to make a request to the bartender, who served two drinks and put them in front of the Uchiha. He then pushed one cup to her, who was still confused by all of that.

With his presence, even with him talking to her, recognizing her, and... now buying her drinks?

She suspected something. There were two shots of whiskey, neat. She bit her lip hesitantly and looked around, still thinking it was some kind of joke. Everyone knew that Sasuke had left the Land of Fire and went on an exchange program to study abroad, everyone knew that the Uchiha was so popular, that he even dated Sakura for a few months in High School...

Everyone knew...

But,
Even thinking about Sakura made her blood boil even more than the alcohol did.

"Bottoms up, Hyuuga!" it was almost an order as he raised his glass, while she, in a rare gesture of anger and impulsiveness, took hers, hit his in greeting, and drank everything at once making the funniest face he'd ever seen in his life.

That would be an interesting night after all.

...

If there was something alcohol could do, it was to act as a kind of truth serum, especially in someone who did not know how to drink. Sasuke contemplated the girl, traditional and proper, completely out of her natural habitat, in fact, she completely let go and didn't even realize it, as well as he didn't notice how annoying she could be. And she talked, God, she talked too much when she was drunk, so different from the quiet and shy Hyuuga he knew. But the most insane thing about all of that was that he was there, enjoying himself while feeling trapped by that tiny, clumsy, cute little thing that was dressed like a seventh-grade teenager in a rock club.

Perhaps he was too confident in himself, or maybe he was too busy being entertained by Hinata, but he hadn't realized how much he'd been drinking too, nor how much more talkative he had become, even though the straight face and ticks were still there, accentuating his somewhat arrogant and selfish personality traits.

As if they were lifelong friends and confidants, he listened while Hinata spoke freely about her terrible heartbreak and those involved, which was at the same time surprising and nothing new. The Uchiha still remembered how he discovered at the end of High School how they were defined as a circlet of unrequited love, and everyone knew about it. It was something like that: Hinata loved Naruto, who in his turn was crazy about Sakura, who said he was totally trapped and in love with Sasuke, who they thought had no heart and did not love anyone. He even had a bland romance with Sakura and mercilessly broke up with her before leaving Konoha.

Well... Even ogres love, and it was not that Sasuke didn't have a heart, he just had a big problem with who he let into it, without him even realizing it.

Game over.

He squeezed her arm, and she focused her silver eyes on him, it was a bit of a rough grip, but it wasn't hostile. She sipped more of her drink through the straw, still looking at him, who couldn't come up with anything to say as he lost his attention on those sealed lips, sucking.

He opened and closed his mouth, arched his brow, and huffed, releasing his grip, but Hinata was still looking at him and waiting for the outcome since she was still lethargic.

Sasuke processed the anger he felt towards the Uzumaki for what he had done, although there was a hint of irony in it.

Ironically, Sasuke got Sakura's V-card and deceived the girl, even though he knew she was the crush of his former friend Uzumaki. In fact, it was exactly at this point that their friendship ended, because of a girl. And now, Naruto had done the same to Hinata, and it would be even more disturbing if he even suspected Naruto did it on purpose. Sasuke was sure that wasn't the case because, during his asshole days, he had never told anyone, absolutely no one, how confused the little Hyuuga made him feel.

He slammed his cocktail glass on the counter rather harshly and growled.

"He doesn't deserve you! In fact, he never deserved you! He's an idiot and has always been."

Hinata felt her heart race, blushing beyond the alcohol effect, and, on top of that, she felt a strange energy flowing through her. Maybe Uchiha's empathy would do her good, since her ego was extremely low because she felt like the most humiliated person on the planet. Even if he was lying, hearing him speak like that helped her feel less bad. After all, it was the most popular guy in high school who was telling her that. Okay, a guy to whom time had done very well and... so... hot...

She widened her eyes with her realization, denying it to herself and making Sasuke look at her out of the corner of his eye.

Now considering the right thoughts and with her mind struggling to slowly connect all the dots, Hinata came to a conclusion that just slipped out of her mouth:

"You were always the most popular guy. Now that you returned to Konoha and will be in college with us, you're going to displace the Uzudumb..." He turned emotionless to face her, but, in fact, he felt like laughing at her, as she was trying to balance on the high stool and gesticulate while she drank and thought and talked. "You're...all...cool with a black leather jacket and a bad boy face... It's kind of sexy, you know?"

He could not take it anymore and suddenly laughed at her image of him. Hinata was surprisingly different from what he was used to, from the girls who always surrounded him.

"D-don't laugh at me!"

"I'm not," he stopped laughing and brushed her hair behind her ear. "So the first trumpeter thought I was cool?"

She blushed even more and brought her hand to her mouth as if she had blurted out something that should have been a secret. She looked away and he found her even more adorable. Lips slid over her cheek, touching and leaving a warm sensation that radiated through Hinata's entire body, until the Uchiha's lips touched her ear. When he whispered, she felt every hair on her body stand on end.

"And now? Still think I'm cool?"

She gasped and drew her thighs closer, softly biting her lip, and he pulled away watching her reactions and her body language. It would be hypocritical of him if he didn't admit how dramatically his ego grew as he saw the effect his teasing had on her. And besides that... Even though he wasn't an out-of-control, hormone-ridden teenager, he would still feel the sexual tension weighing on him, and ignoring it was terrible.

She drank as if she were drinking courage, and still too embarrassed, even under the influence of alcohol, she said:

"Maybe! But don't flatter yourself too much, Sas... Wait, how do you know I was the first trumpeter? You…" she frowned at him, and he shrugged.

"I remember one time you were really screwed, Hyuuga. You came running like a headless chicken with a pile of books and sheet music and didn't look where you were going, and then you bumped into me as I was on my way out of training."

"I-I apologized!" she changed, justifying, "and then you were very rude," she muttered, drinking more.

"Yes, I was. Got me on a bad day."

"So following your bad mood logic, every day is a bad day to you!"

He blinked a few times staring at her, and then smiled.

"Okay… I only… saw the sheet music and notes. I knew you were."

He knew a lot more than that, things that maybe not even she noticed about herself. Like when she was nervous or panicking she tended to run and walk away, that she had some kind of social trauma. That she had lost her mother at eight years old. He knew that Hinata had a small birthmark near her rib. He knew that although she loved the sun and its light, she felt comfortable and safe on the coziness of rainy days, as the books made her not feel so alone.

And most of all, he knew she was completely in love with Naruto Uzumaki from the day he helped her deal with a bunch of assholes.

Sasuke wondered inwardly - if he had been the one to save her that day, would he be the one to make her heart beat faster?

She was still stunned by what he recalled, as she had her mind impaired with that night and the things it brought, as an outburst that seemed to take all her thoughts away of Naruto or Sakura.

Hinata stood up, and Sasuke frowned at her, confused. She took off her jacket and left it on the stool, and he could then fully see the spaghetti strap dress that left her entire neck and cleavage exposed. Hinata was fucking flashy with her full breasts etched into the garment, and she noticeably wasn't wearing a bra. It was impossible not to lust over her.

"Let's dance, Sasuke!" she took his hand, and he looked at her, scared.

Okay, he was drunk, but not that drunk.

"I don't dance!" he replied in a rather rude tone.

"Me neither!" she said with a pout, "But you won't leave me alone, will you?"

"Are you coercing me? Tsk, that's low even for you, Hyuuga!"

She ran her hands through her hair and, with closed eyes, gently swayed her body following the music. She was feeling more drunk after she stood up. Sasuke looked at the girl like that, but he wasn't the only one. Maybe Hinata didn't have any idea of how beautiful she really was.

She opened her eyes and, seeing his eyes watching her, smiled.

"Dance with me, Sas…" the sound of her voice was melodic, harmonic, and somehow hypnotic, more even when combined with the smooth movements of her hips and chest. That's how he felt: hypnotized.

He held out his hand, and she took it, lacing her fingers through his and feeling the heat of their hands, and soon they were in the middle of the dance floor. The lights increased the heat, altering perception… He was slowly loosening up as her body got closer to his, her back to him. Sasuke's hand went down to her waist, grabbing her and pulling their bodies a little closer, which proved to be a bad decision since he then had her ass against him and couldn't hide some things anymore, his erection being one of them.

On the dance floor, he bought another drink from one of the waitresses and drank it in one gulp, he needed more of that to really lose up.

But Hinata?

Well... She seemed very well and at ease with everything that was happening, with his touches on her body, the place they were, her state of mind... Maybe she was indeed enjoying the moment. What else did she have to lose? She had already hit rock bottom, and Sasuke was perhaps the ladder placed to help her return to the surface. Not that she saw him as a prince charming or even thought about romance with the Uchiha, no! Far from it, he was just being so sweet and a nice guy during her time of need. She was sure that, on the next day, everything would go back to it always was.

Too bad the Hyuuga wasn't right.

The thin strap gently slipped over her shoulder and the black eyes followed its movement. He was really fucked. He only went there that night to have a drink, meet his brother's old bandmates and see them play, and then he was in that situation...

And what a situation it was!

The saliva accumulating in his mouth had been swallowed with a thirst that not even he knew he had. That milky skin looked like an invitation to lose all his sanity, and the more he tried to restrain himself, the more the alcohol screamed: do it!

His lips touched her bare shoulder and she shuddered, closing her eyes. But he didn't stop there and soon his lips touched her again, his tongue sliding over her skin and gently sucking it, and Hinata felt her legs turning to jelly. Both her and Sasuke wanted to believe that was an ordinary situation.

They definitely needed to control themselves.

Hinata turned her head back toward him, black and pearlescent eyes staring at each other as their breaths collided in a tense moment that was almost triggering them.

It was only when a bargirl passed by with a tray full of smoked red shots, announcing that those drinks were on the house, that they finally broke the enormous sexual tension hovering between them.

"What is this exactly?" Sasuke shouted over the music to the pierced blue-haired girl.

Hinata took one and watched, waiting for Sasuke's approval so they would drink together.

"This? It's our signature drink, Tsukuyomi, or blood moon. It is said that after you drink, your dream comes true," she winked.

Sasuke arched his brow and smirked, okay, of course that a shot like that would be the magic lamp.

Without wasting any more time, Hinata and Sasuke's cups collided, and both downed the liquid at once, feeling a hot sensation spreading through their bodies as fast as if they had dived in pure lava. After that, both were completely uninhibited and loosened up, free from any restrain.

Sweat dripping down your chest
Thinking 'bout your tattooed knuckles
On my thigh boy, boy, boy
Cold shower,
You got no power to control
How I make you my toy, toy, toy

Neither of them could recall when, but at some point during the night, the Hyuuga and the Uchiha were standing on the stage of the Gedō Mazō Pub, accompanied by the Akatsuki, who was playing for leisure only. Sasuke was holding Yahiko's guitar, while this one was in the background flirting with the blue-haired bargirl, perhaps just as drunk as his friends on stage. The Uchiha played while, against all her shyness, Hinata sang, having the microphone stand before her. They couldn't tell if they were in the right tune or rhythm, after all, the pub was packed, people were excited, euphoric roarings being heard the whole time.

The red shots became obligatory.

More Tsukuyomi... More illusion... More happiness and less inhibition.

I'm your dream girl
This is real love
But you know what they say about me
That girl is a problem
Girl is a problem
Girl is a problem problem
Oh, baby
You so bad, boy
Drive me mad, boy
But you don't care when they say about me…
That girl is a problem

The pale body moved to the beat of the music without caring. At that time of the night, Hinata had no idea where her denim jacket was, let alone her shame, both probably hanging on the lost and found. She was sweaty and hot. Happy in a way that she absolutely had never been in her life, she had this feeling that anything was possible and that she was the hottest woman on the planet.

The intense gaze of her pearlescent eyes focused on the incandescent black orbs of the Uchiha, whose body was glued to hers. The background music was solely composed by the rhythmic drumbeat and the audience's clapping in time. She held the microphone with one hand and grabbed the collar of his shirt with the other one, closening their bodies even more and teasing him on an almost atomic level. He felt her warm breath in him, her nose almost touching his.

Oh God, he was going to grab her right there, on that very stage, fuck the rest! If there was a tomorrow, it would be with him between her legs, listening to her moaning his name over and over again as he shoved himself hard into her, burying himself in her pussy. And from what she sang, it was exactly what she wanted.

I got your name
Hanging from my chain…
Don't you wanna claim
My body like a vandal?
You got the cure
Underneath your shirt…
Don't you wanna save this
Dirty little damsel?
Got my mink coat falling on the
Motel floor… you're on the bed
Wolf whistling louder louder
Your lips smudging all my makeup
Kicking both my heels off
Come and pin me down

The rhythm continued, the bass continued, the drums continued, and so did the second guitar, but the insane screams were now frantic as the two of them locked in a kiss right there, in front of the biggest audience they could possibly have. The Uchiha had one hand on the back of the short, irritating girl's neck, and the other on her waist, leaving their bodies in a very tight embrace. Her hands hooked the back of his neck and played with his black hair as they both tasted the most intense and incredible experience of their lives. Their tongues touched and twisted in a kiss beyond hot and sensual. Their lips moved frantically, bruising and leaving a tingling trail of painful numbness.

The only taste both felt was of the most intense desire: sex!

Spectators, open stage, and cell phones in hand.

The die was cast for the next day.

When they finally pulled away, completely breathless, there was no outside sound, no other people, no tomorrow...

"Let's go to my place! It's close by. Two blocks."

Still staring at him, she used her left hand to brush her sweaty bangs off her forehead and gently sucked on his lips.

"I thought you would never ask!" she smiled. She only needed her jacket, her shame could be left hanging in the lost and found.

We're hell raising
And we don't need saving
'Cause there's no salvation for a bad girl
We're rock bottom
But there ain't no stopping
'Cause they don't know nothing about love
We're hell raising
And we don't need saving
'Cause there's no salvation for a bad boy
We're rock bottom
But there ain't no stopping
'Cause it's you and me against the world