All Mine
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When Sasuke let go of her wrists, the gentle contact he initiated seemed to ignite more sparks within her when his hand caressed her cheek. Anything he did, setting her heart ablaze with an intensity she had never experienced before. From just a kiss, butterflies, delicate and vibrant, fluttered wildly in her stomach. The sensation, both exhilarating and intoxicating. It was as if her entire being had been consumed by him. In his embrace, she felt herself melting and the anxieties of the future dissolving like mist.
When he parted to look at her, the reservation that had previously defined him had dissipated, replaced by an aura of self-assurance and poise. His gaze, once fleeting and evasive, now met hers with unwavering intensity, exuding a newfound confidence that took her aback.
"Sasuke…you know…" Her voice trailed off as she struggled to find the right words to express her feelings. "I've never felt this way about anyone before," she continued, her voice barely above a whisper. "You make me feel safe, understood, and cherished. It's like you know exactly what I need, even when I don't know it myself. Thank you for taking care of me,"
It was a confession that caught him off guard. Something Hinata seemed to do a lot recently. But as he realized the profound impact he had on her life, it was a responsibility that he took seriously, and he vowed to do everything in his power to make her feel loved and cherished.
"Hinata, I promise to always be there for you," he said, taking her hand in his. "I will never let you down or forsake you,"
Fuzzy feelings swelled inside as she leaned in and kissed him softly, looking forward to a future together.
"Are you sure that is okay if it's me? I'm very needy. You're going to have to hold me a lot,"
"Is that so?"
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Nenma walked around the village, hands tucked inside the robe that hid most of his dark hair. As he looked around he noticed shadows shifting in the corners of the buildings, or the houses he passed. He grinned when realizing that drawing the village guardian to him might be simpler than he thought.
The next afternoon, Nenma returned from another walk and entered the common living space, a spacious area that served as a communal hub for anyone renting at the inn. He approached the area Sasuke was sitting at.
"Oi, I found a good place to spar," He said, kicking him on the side as he was seated cross-legged before a low table. Sasuke didn't immediately respond. His deep onyx eyes remained fixed on the ancient scroll spread open in front of him, its delicate parchment covered in intricate seals and symbols. Nenma couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity as he watched his stoic friend, his mind seemingly adrift in some distant realm.
"Sure," He replied after a beat, his voice barely above a whisper. His onyx gaze remained glued to the text, as if he were half-present and half-lost in contemplation. Intrigued, Nenma decided to push the boundaries of Sasuke's attention, eager to see how far his trance-like state would carry him.
"I also found some interesting smoking parlors where it's easy to network with others. We should go." Nenma continued, knowing Sasuke doesn't smoke. He noticed Sasuke's fingers twitch subtly, a sign that his words were stirring something beneath the surface.
"Alright. Let's go." Sasuke replied, while still in some sort of distant land.
"I didn't bring a suit, can I borrow one?"
"Okay. No problem."
"You're not going to ask what it's for?"
"The mission. I presume," Sasuke replied, unconcerned.
Nenma finally descended, sitting down across from him.
"Ya, I didn't want to say anything," Nenma began, his voice serious, "What's with the sparkling look you've been having all day? Cut it out. Honestly, it's grossing me out."
Sasuke finally glanced his way, oblivious to the effect his changed appearance had on his friend as he appeared like a dashing man from a shoujo manga. A tuxedo mask look-alike. He looked up at Nenma with an innocent expression.
"What are you talking about?"
Nenma's frustration grew as he struggled to articulate the strange and unsettling aura that seemed to have enveloped Sasuke.
"It's like your eyes are sparkling, like you're possessed or something. It's disturbing," he exclaimed, his voice laced with a mixture of disgust and concern.
Sasuke's forehead creased in confusion as he tried to make sense of Nenma's description.
"Possessed? I'm perfectly fine," he protested, dismissing his claims.
Nenma hesitated, torn between his desire to help his friend and his reluctance to reveal the truth that he did not fully understand. After a moment of contemplation, he leaned forward and whispered conspiratorially.
"Teme, I think you might be under a genjutsu,"
"There's no way I'm under a genjutsu," Sasuke said, while trying not to crack a smirk or a smile.
Nenma knew that further investigation would be futile, at least for now. Resolving to investigate the matter further, he stood up and clapped Sasuke on the shoulder.
"Did something happen with Hinata?"
"We're officially going out,"
"Ah, congrats,"
Sasuke's lips thinned to a line. He had never asked Nenma how he felt about that, because Nenma never seemed to mind. Was he really okay with the two being this close? Never mind. He supposed it was late at this point. He stood up, tugging the scroll away.
"So, do you still want to spar?" He asked.
Nenma grinned. "Yeah. We might end up drawing out the Village's guardian. I'm actually betting on it,"
"Sounds good to me,"
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Sasuke and Nenma stood in the vast expanse of the sand, their eyes locked in a silent challenge. They had been training for hours, exchanging ninjutsu attacks with blinding speed and precision. Each technique they unleashed was met with an equal and opposite force, the clashing energies creating a mesmerizing display of light and sound.
Gaara stood at a distance, his green eyes narrowed as he observed the unfolding spectacle. Beneath his stoicism, was a mix of awe. These two Shinobi moved with the grace and agility of seasoned soldiers, their reflexes honed almost close to perfection. As the battle raged on, the sky darkened, and the wind picked up, whipping the sand into a frenzy. The two dark haired shinobi, in their relentless pursuit of victory, were oblivious to the chaos that swirled around them. The mock battle eventually began to leave craters scattered about the desert.
"I had heard Minato's son to be flashy, but I didn't think Lord Sasuke would be like his twin," Gaara commented, turning to glance over at his uncle, Sasori.
Sasori continued to analyze every move and every counter. He knew that both Sasuke and Nenma were exceptional shinobi, but he sensed that there was more to their battle than met the eye. He had a feeling that this was not a clash of wills as much as it was to make a statement or draw them out.
When the dust settled, Sasuke and Nenma stood facing each other, in what would've been deadly positions. In the end, it was Sasuke who emerged victorious. He had managed to break through Nenma's defenses with a powerful genjutsu, leaving him open to a final strike. Nenma fell to the sand, defeated but not broken. As he fell, he locked eyes with the spectator they had been expecting.
Gaara's lithe figure moved with an air of authority, and his presence commanded attention. As he drew near, his striking features became apparent. His piercing green eyes, sharp as emeralds, seemed to see through the very souls of those who met his gaze. Framing those vibrant eyes was his distinct red hair, a fiery contrast to the pale sand that surrounded him. The crimson locks, swept back from his forehead, gave him an untamed, almost feral appearance.
He approached the fallen Uzumaki, his expression unchanged, but his eyes filled with respect. He extended a hand to help Nenma to his feet.
"You fought well. I'm honored to have witnessed the match." Turning to Sasuke, Gaara narrowed his eyes. "However, the two of you are making Shukako anxious. Just what are you trying to prove, so close to my home?"
A mysterious woman approached the group and stopped in front of Gaara. She was draped in an enigmatic hooded robe that concealed her features, leaving only her striking blue hair visible. As she drew near, her voice carried a hint of apology.
"Gaara-sama, is it? I offer my sincere apologies in advance for any inconvenience or trouble my friends may have caused. I didn't reach them fast enough to hold them back from such barbaric display,"
Gaara's gaze was immediately captured by the woman's unique beauty, leaving him momentarily stunned. Her piercing eyes glimmered with intelligence, and her lips curved into a gentle smile. By the time she had revealed her identity, Sasori had already spoken her name in the air.
"Hinata Hyuga, we meet again."
"It would seem so," She said, as she approached Sasuke and stood right next to him.
"I hope you can excuse their behavior," Hinata said, slightly bowing to defuse the tension. She then turned to Sasuke and Nenma. "It's undeniable that they are formidable opponents. Perhaps Gaara-sama would forward to fighting them someday in a friendly spar. If so, maybe we can arrange that,"
Sasuke, taken aback by Hinata's diplomatic approach, couldn't help but admire her poise and eloquence. Though she didn't need to take it that far, he admired how quickly a peaceful resolution was offered.
"You read my mind," Gaara said with a genuine smile, "A friendly spar would be a welcome opportunity. We would be honored to host a friendly competition sometime in the future,"
"Looking forward to that."
Hinata walked up to Nenma and placed a hand on his shoulder. "In the meantime, Nenma has expressed wanting to collect memories before we head back home. He's hosting a small gathering at the inn we're staying. You're welcome to drop by,"
"Thank you. I shall consider the invite,"
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"Hinata, that was awesome back there. We successfully established an opportunity, just like planned," The more Nenma talked, the more Sasuke realized what soon awaited them. After the trio returned to the inn, the silence enveloped Hinata throughout their journey finally shattered, revealing the extent of her pent-up wrath.
Hinata's stance exuded a formidable aura, her arms crossed tightly across her chest. Her eyes, usually filled with a gentle warmth, now held a steely resolve, half-glaring and half-pouting. The contrast between her delicate features and the intensity in her gaze sent shivers down their spines. They fell to their knees as they could feel the weight of her silent fury pressing down upon them.
The atmosphere in the room turned heavy with anticipation as Hinata's silence seemed to stretch endlessly. Sasuke and Nenma, accustomed to her calm and composed demeanor, found themselves ill-prepared for this sudden display of raw emotion. Their hearts pounded in their chests, and they exchanged uneasy glances, wondering what would come next.
Finally, Hinata's lips parted, but she turned away, and walked away.
"Hmph."
Sasuke and Nenma hung their heads in shame. Honestly, anything would've been better than her walking away. Nenma was the first one off the floor, before he turned to look at Sasuke.
"Well, there she goes." Nenma murmured. For a moment he thought he was going to die.
"Let's go and apologize," Sasuke declared, following after her.
"No way. She's your girlfriend. I have nothing to do with this-ow-" He was still dragged along by his hair.
They found her outside, her gaze lost in the scenic view of the Sand Village. The gentle breeze ruffling through her hair as emotions swirled within her.
"How could you two be so reckless?" She demanded, her voice tinged with a mix of disappointment and relief. Though she tried to maintain a stern demeanor, her heart ached with the realization that she should not be surprised by their antics. "Do you have any idea how worried I was when you both disappeared without a word?"
Nenma's brow twitched. Wait, is that what she was mad about? Not the craters their fight had created? Or the malevolent energy that got released as a result of trying to draw Gaara to them? Sensing that he was about to say something sarcastic, Sasuke nudged Nenma on the side.
"I'm sorry, Hinata. I was wrong to leave without telling you. I promise it won't happen again."
"I forgive you," She said softly, reaching out to touch their hands. "But please, don't ever put me through something like this again."
Nenma didn't say anything, merely nodded in agreement as he squeezed her hand back.
'She's your girlfriend,' my ass. That motherfucker probably wouldn't have minded being manhandled by her. Sasuke pulled Hinata away from Nenma's hand, wrapping both his arms around her, as if to say, 'mine,'
Though Nenma would have made a snarky comment, he finally realized something more important. His blue eyes trailed to the horizon.
"Hinata, did you just invite the village's guardian to a party that doesn't exist?"
"Then I suppose you're going to have to make it happen, ne? You used to be good at that,"
Nenma sighed in defeat. He would've rather not have to resort to his charms. "Fine."
"Good luck, Nenma," Hinata said, shaking both fists in some kind of preppy cheer.
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That same evening, Hinata had been lying on her stomach, inside Sasuke's room, reading a book, while he seemed to be reading some sort of scroll Itachi had delivered through a messenger bird. She glanced his way. The two hadn't seen Nenma in hours, and now there was this particular smell in the air coming from the window outside.
"Sasuke, didn't that lease we signed for our stay mention something about no smoking?" She said, her voice carrying a mix of concern and accusation.
"Yes, it did mention no smoking. Let's go investigate," He responded, a hint of reluctance in his tone as he lifted himself up from the chair. He let out a weary sigh. He had been looking forward to spending more time with Hinata, but her sharp observation had thrown a wrench into his plans of kissing her for hours.
Together, they stepped outside the hall. However, the air held a faint, lingering scent of stale tobacco smoke. Sasuke's frown deepened as he surveyed Nenma's door. He had always been particular about following rules and regulations, and the violation of the no-smoking policy irked him. He couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment, as he had envisioned a smoke-free environment during their stay.
"Only Nenma would disregard the rules like this," Hinata grumbled, her eyes scanning the door, as it was evident he was the culprit.
However, a group of people, with an even number of the opposite sex, approached the room.
"Oh? Are you two also here for the party?" A stranger asked. "I heard the Dark Prince is hosting it so I already know it's gonna be wild,"
Then another group approached.
"Excuse me, is this the room?" Someone asked while holding some kind of flier advertising a promise of a fun night, with the likeness of Nenma posing on the front, shirtless. Sasuke glanced at Hinata, as if to say 'you did this,'
"We're about to find out," Hinata said, and together, they pushed open the door to Nenma's room, stepping inside cautiously. His room, bigger on the inside than it appeared on the outside.
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Among the rhythmic music, the sweet scent of jasmine and incense lingered in the air and filled the space. From a corner, a group of belly dancers emerged, their red or black costumes shimmering under the flashing glow of the lights as they gracefully moved to the music. In the middle of it all, Nenma remained in a state of patient anticipation, allowing his thoughts to wander as he waited for the distraction to take hold. He had entrusted his clone with the task of setting up this diversion, a source of entertainment to distract his mind from the looming uncertainty. Whether Gaara shows up or not, he vows to have fun.
Soon enough, a group of strangers arrived, mixed with two familiar faces.
Sasuke's eyes adjusted to the flashing lights, and he saw Nenma smoking a Hookah, while in the company of women. Holding Hinata's hand, he swam through the crowd and approached him. With gleeful eyes and outstretched hands, four women surrounded Sasuke, immediately pulling him into the large bed.
"Hinata!" Sasuke yelled as he reached out to be saved.
Hinata lifted the side of her kimono, showing off the weapon strapped around her thigh.
"Ladies, please let him go." They did so, eventually moving back, crowding around Nenma.
"Where did you even find all these people?" Sasuke asked, genuinely impressed, as he joined Hinata's side again. He rejected any drinks that were passed their way, not trusting any concoction made at this party.
"I have my ways~" Nenma replied as he stood up and shed his silk robe, revealing his matching silk pants, as multiple hands were soon on his abs. Before Sasuke could ask anything else, Nenma was quickly stolen, led away by a group of women he joined the group of dancers. Arms moved, and hips swayed sensually all around him.
Hinata rolled her eyes, silently thanking the heavens that Sakura hadn't witnessed this embarrassing display. She blinked, feeling Sasuke's grip on her hand, firm and possessive, and he led her to a secluded corner near the wall, where the traffic was still.
"Do you think Gaara-sama will show up?" Hinata asked. Even though it might've been her idea, she instantly regretted it. This whole thing was giving her a headache. "Sasuke?"
Trouble.
Sasuke knew this party would likely bring trouble as the air started to smell with the pungent scent of alcoholic beverages with names unknown to him. And as he looked around he noticed that most in attendance were the reckless sons and daughters, or friends of Suna politicians. His eyes then flickered over the atmosphere as it slowly transitioned into dangerous levels, as everywhere he looked, he caught sight of someone making out, or hands brushing in places for naught. Staying here would probably be a mistake.
He glanced down at Hinata when she seemed to get closer to his space as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. His face turned red.
"Ne, why don't we use this chance to find out a few secrets about this village," She said, her voice pulling him back on track, while motioning towards a group that was more interested in standing around to talk.
"Ah, good call," He said, while clearing his throat.
Just what the hell did he think she was going to do, kiss him in a public space like this?
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Sasori sat in his office, his calculating demeanor more focused than not as he was signing or denying missions of request of any sort. Just then, Gaara entered the room, bowing briefly before him.
"Uncle,"
Lord Sasori raised an eyebrow, not particularly intrigued. "What is it?"
"I've confirmed a small shipment of hallucinogens was ordered and headed in Nenma's way,"
Lord Sasori pondered the information for a moment. Was Nenma willing to offer drugs at this gathering just to get intel out of his citizens? He sighed.
"Please go and break the party and prevent them from gathering intelligence,"
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Nenma inhaled smoke, and soon his blue eyes turned red as he was snared in a labyrinth of illusions, and distorted perception. Grinning towards the group of women dancing, he gladly let the grip on reality falter. His thoughts and emotions became jumbled, like fragments of shattered glass. He shed his composure, as he no longer discerned between the tangible and the illusory.
Gaara's eyes scanned the room, and through the haze, a figure caught his attention. Nenma was sitting secluded on the couch, with four women lazing around him. His piercing red eyes were fixed on the hookah pipe in his hand, and the smoke curled around him like a protective shroud.
Steeling himself, he approached Nenma. The dark-haired Uzumaki stopped talking, and the group glanced up, silently wondering what it is that could have led to this interruption, until they saw that it was the village's guardian. As he drew closer, the soft glow of the hookah coals illuminated Nenma's face red. The lines around his eyes seemed less pronounced, his expression more relaxed.
"Yo," Nenma said, among the chatter in the room. A flicker of relief crossed his face, but it quickly gave way to a guarded expression.
"Your chaotic reputation truly precedes you," He replied, his voice gruff but not unkind.
The smoke from the hookahs drifted lazily between them, creating a surreal and dreamlike atmosphere, as the four women reached out to pull Gaara down with them.
"Yet you decided to come," Nenma said finally, chuckling. "Do you take my presence to mean offense?"
"Not at all."
"Good, because you're the person I've been meaning to talk to."
Gaara's usually impassive face remained unreadable, his crimson eyes reflecting the flashing lights. After a moment of contemplative silence, he spoke, his voice low and tinged with an air of detachment.
"If Minato's son is curious about me, very well. Let's talk. But the party ends now,"
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Despite the confined festivities, both Hinata and Sasuke had heard fragments of conversations. Drunk whispers and furtive glances, hinting at a web of secrets and scandals that permeated the very fabric of this village. The cryptic implications painted a picture that Konoha wasn't alone, and that perhaps Suna might also be teetering on the brink of chaos. Sasuke's keen instincts told him that this house of cards was about to crumble, and the fallout would be swift and catastrophic.
"Gara-sama is here, but based on all the kinds of intel we heard tonight, I doubt this party is going to last for long," Hinata said as she reached out, taking a handful of grapes from a platter nearby.
They both glanced in Gaara's way.
"I prefer to let Nenma handle the rest since writing a report about tonight is going to be such a pain in the ass," Sasuke said, navigating out of a mosh pit, until they reached the door.
The two stopped in front of her room and she unlocked it open.
"Alright, then I'll see you later?" It was past midnight by then.
"Well, what are you going to do now?" He asked.
She had been planning on working on her mission recap so as to not let it pile up. It's been days and she feels she hasn't really done anything. But then suddenly she noticed the hopeful look in his eyes.
She smiled.
"Depends on whether you choose to join me or not,"
"Join you?"
She reached out and hugged him. In all honesty, she wanted a do over from the other night, since she's finally feeling better, and isn't sick this time.
"Yes, for a drink,"
As he made up his mind about being alone with her when there will be alcohol involved, he felt her fingers playing through the loose strands at the nape of his neck. Sensing his reaction, Hinata lifted her gaze, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint and a radiant smile curved her lips. Leaning towards what she wanted the most, she coaxed him into a kiss. They didn't break away until it was completely necessary, even as they transitioned into her room, settling somewhere up against the wall.
And yet despite her perceived understanding of him, she didn't think he would easily give into her power struggle, letting her do whatever she wanted, her movement becoming more purposeful, and deliberate, almost as if to assert dominance. He let her. Let her push him down on her bed. Let her fingers dwindle with the cumbersome fabric clinging to him. Watching her through half-lidded eyes as her daring hands fed the growing ache all the while he continued to melt from just her fingers on him.
Her gentle grip encircled him, each stroke evoking some sort of response with a fluidity that surprised her. From the sounds he made, to the involuntary movements, she wasn't sure if he was going to last.
He was cute when he was expressive. She wondered where else he was sensitive. It made her want to make a big mess out of him.
"Sasuke, I want to know all the things that you like. Does it feel good?"
Wahhhh!? Sure, he knew she was much more experienced, but he didn't think it would go down like this. However pleasant these memories were, Sasuke didn't think he could live with himself just knowing he was a bottom. He desperately extended his touch, brushing against a mound of soft flesh through her clothes, fingers hooking and pulling down the fabric closest to her cleavage. But she cut him off with a kiss, her midnight hair tickling him slightly, as she explored his lips, his neck, blowing a few breaths into his ears, his skin turning pink and rosy in places, like the unpredictable nature her mind had pictured him to be.
"Hinata, I want to make you feel the same way too,"
She smiled softly, stopping in favor of letting him touch her.
"As long as you're gentle, I'm sure I'll be happy with whatever you do,"
Unfortunately, interruption came in the form of a bird delivering a scroll, announcing Tenten's arrival in town. Hinata's expression became hidden behind her fringes as she tossed the letter to the side.
"I guess we still have a job to do…"
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As the night wore on, the festive atmosphere of the party gradually dissipated, and the guests began to depart one by one. The laughter and chatter that had once filled the room subsided, leaving an eerie silence in its wake. And in the middle of the dwindling crowd, Gaara and Nenma found themselves standing alone in the center. The ornate decorations and flashing lights seemed to mock their solitude, reminding them of the lively scene that had transpired just moments before.
Gaara sat down, lifting his feet to rest on the low table before him.
"I hope you don't intend on beating around the bush. Just talk openly."
"So, what's it like having a demon sealed inside?" Nenma's voice echoed through the now empty room, littered in pastries and platters left behind. His deep blue eyes piercing into Gaara's guarded expression; as a question lingered in his mind for some time.
"It's not as bad as you might think. The demon, Shukaku, is a part of me now, and we've learned to coexist. It's not always easy, but I've come to accept it as a part of my identity."
Nenma listened intently, his brow slightly furrowed with curiosity and concern. "But what about the pain? The rage? How do you manage to control it?"
Gaara's lips curled into a faint smile.
"The pain is tough, but I've learned to channel it. The rage, too, can be a powerful force, but it's a double-edged sword. If I succumb to it, I lose control and become a danger to myself and others. But if I can harness it, it can become a source of strength."
An uncomfortable weight shifted inside, Nenma's heart ached as he absorbed Gaara's words. The weight of his burden was evident, and he couldn't help but feel a profound admiration for his resilience.
"It must be a lonely existence, carrying such a burden," Nenma mused.
Gaara's gaze met hims, and for a brief moment, a flicker of sadness crossed his features.
"It can be," he admitted softly. "But I'm not alone. I have family, friends, people who care about me, and that makes all the difference."
As Nenma's lips parted to ask the question, an invisible force seemed to stir in the air around him. It was something intangible, like a whisper carried by the wind, yet it was physical enough to feel like a piercing edge. Suddenly, a brilliant thread of light sliced through the corner of his face, catching his attention and revealing itself as the source of this enigmatic presence. With his eyes now intently focused, Nenma could perceive the thread in intricate detail. It shimmered, no doubt belonging to someone that deals with puppets.
"Nenma, I believe that was my uncle's way of saying I have overstayed my welcome," Gaara said, as a figure appeared.
"Hold on, I have one more question. What about Shukaku? Does the one-tailed beast ever complain about wanting to be free from you?"
A masked man with abilities similar to Lord Sasori's, though not quite on his level, stepped from out of the shadows as Gaara rose up from the couch to stretch.
"Sorry, but we're out of time. We can pick this up after you honor me with a battle. Until then, take care, Nenma Uzumaki,"
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It was past midnight when Nenma barged inside Sasuke's room, tumbling through the window, and making his way to the coach.
"Ughh…" He groaned as he plopped down. "I'm tiredddd,"
Sasuke glanced his way, and stopped writing. He had been in the middle of sending home a new message. "How did it go?"
"There was an interruption. But something tells me the conversation isn't over since we were being watched."
"Regardless, that was good work tonight. We managed to gather a lot of intel that might help me in future treaties,"
"Ah. No problem. I'll put it all in the recap. By the way, where's Hinata?"
Nenma didn't catch the huge blush that spread across his face.
"She's catching up with Tenten and getting her updated on the mission, without delving too much into the details,"
Nenma lifted his head from the couch and looked his way. "Fuck, then that means we're leaving tomorrow?"
"Yes. So I would appreciate it if you make yourself scarce,"
"Why?" So he could spend more time with Hinata? Nenma huffed. Not a chance. His room was trashed, which is why he decided he would crash here tonight. Instead of admitting all of that, he came up with something clever. "You underestimate Tenten. Boyfriend or not, she's not gonna let you get in the way of their girly reunion,"
"Hn, I didn't think of that."
Sasuke leaned back into the chair and glanced down at the letter. Maybe I'd be safer to send this message once they leave. He walked over to the window Nenma came from, and closed it, while wondering when it'll be the next time he'll be able to spend more alone time with Hinata.
He rested his head over the desk, his face heating up again.
"Hey, can I ask you something?" Sasuke said, suddenly thinking about something.
"Hmm?"
"It's about Neji,"
"What about Neji?" Nenma asked, not liking where this was suddenly going, and it was too late to pretend to be asleep.
"I won't treat her differently regardless of the answer, but was there ever something there?" The more he was serious about her, the more he wanted to know. He said he didn't care about the past and yet found himself deep diving more.
"Ah, from what I got to see up close, they both seem to admire one another. But mostly the facade they each put on display. In order to keep it that way, Hinata chose to let him keep admiring her instead,"
"I see."
Nenma raised a brow his way. "Putting that aside, I don't remember bruising you that much during our spar,"
Sasuke blinked as the air breezed around him. He then found himself staring face to face with Nenma, as he was glancing down at him, crouched on top of the desk which somehow held his weight.
He grinned sadistically.
"Oh~ what's this? Did the party put you both in the mood?~ I guess I don't blame you for falling for her irresistible allure~"
"Get out of my face if you don't wish to die," Sasuke said while leaning away and glaring, after Nenma's face was merely inches away from him.
Nenma moved away and laughed, easily dodging a knife.
"Just ask her to take it easy on you though. We're about to split up and we still haven't finished the mission. The last thing I need is your head not in the game. If we want to move undetected, you can't be spacing off like you've been doing lately,"
Sasuke clicked his tongue.
"You don't think I know that?"
Nenma fell back onto the couch again. "Good. Glad we're on the same page, Lord Hokage."
Somehow, hearing those words was like everything was suddenly setting itself back into place. That's right. He was the Hokage. He needed to get it together.
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