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Bittersweet
By : Lisea18
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Title: Bittersweet

Author: Lisea18

Rating: M

Pairing: SasukeHinata

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, I'm making no money
from writing this
A big thank
you to Eriloca who is my Beta for this story.
Author's
note: English is not my first language, so please forgive my mistakes.�

This is my
very first het-lemon, and I have never read one lol
so please be kind. It�s long because I wanted to make it seem plausible since SasukeHinata isn�t a couple one will naturally think off
when reading Naruto.

Bittersweet
In the nice cool evening Konoha village was bubbling with laughter and chatter as
never before. Joy and happiness radiated, almost palpable, as it showed clearly
on people�s faces and in their behavior. The whole community, from the smallest
child to the oldest ancestor, had gathered in the main square, where wooden
tables with white tablecloths had been installed. Multitude
of flowers had been arranged on them, around them, truthfully everywhere, in
pots or hanging. Splendid drapes complemented them, giving an eerie feeling as
they gently floated about.
Empty plates and cups were scattered
around, people randomly leaving them behind as they went from table to table,
stealing empty seats to chat and gossip about everything and nothing at the
same time. Parents vainly tried to reign in their kids only to have them go
back to their mischief seconds later. Everyone was waiting impatiently for dessert,
which would end the meal and open the dance.
At the center of it all a
huge round table stood out, the loudest by far. Wooden arches surrounded it, the
drapes and the flowers particularly beautiful, as if to make it even more evident
that this was the main table, the important one. All the
rookie nin with their teachers, Yamato and Kakashi, Tsunade, Shizune, Suigetsu, Karin, Juugo, Gaara, and his siblings
were gathered here. Orange and pink were the standing colors everywhere but
especially here, a strange pairing that oddly fit just fine. It was the Hokage�s wedding, something no one would have missed for
the world. Naruto was marrying Sakura, surrounded by
all his friends and village, as had always been his dream.
Uproar shook the whole
village as the pyramid-shaped arrangement of cream puffs appeared, followed
closely by smaller ones that were distributed to the other tables. Naruto made a show of cutting the pyramid, until Sakura
stole the knife from him and saved the day. Everyone was craning their necks and
fidgeting, trying to see what was happening at the main table.� People were laughing and screaming until a
clear, distinct sound made everything fall nearly silent: a spoon lightly
hitting a glass.
All eyes turned to the best
man, none other than Uchiha Sasuke, Konoha�s beloved Anbu leader and
the Hokage�s right arm. He was dressed in a formal dark-blue
Kimono that outlined his natural beauty but was simple enough to look almost
casual. He looked at Naruto and smirked.� His best friend, in his best Hokage attire, nearly shriveled in his chair, looking
scared shitless at what Sasuke might say in his best-man speech. He didn�t
trust the guy one bit. As pale lips parted, Naruto
stopped breathing and Sasuke elegantly and eloquently said: �Hn.�
There was a startled
silence, people obviously expecting something else, but Sasuke sat down as if
everything was perfectly normal. Stunned people were still glued to his closed lips
until Sakura, in her white frilly occidental dress, started laughing. Then
everyone followed, totally amazed by Sasuke�s nerve.
�Teme! You could at least say something else at your best friend�s wedding!�
yelled Naruto, pointing accusingly at his friend, grinning
like an idiot.
�You want me to comment on
how you served ramen, ramen, Naruto, at your wedding?� purred Sasuke, lifting one
delicate eyebrow.
Naruto huffed, crossing his arms on his
chest and lifting his chin in defiance.
�Or about
your first kiss, or should I say our?� added Sasuke, smirking even more as Naruto literally jumped out of his chair.
All their rookie friends
started laughing heartedly at the memory, Sakura giggling madly.
�Oh just shut up already, you
bastard!� surrendered Naruto throwing a flower pot at
Sasuke, who gracefully caught it.
This was the moment Sai took to stand up, clattering his spoon on his glass
loudly. Naruto�s eyes zoomed on him, dread clearly
showing in the blue eyes. He didn�t have time to protest when Sai was already speaking.
�I will make the speech, Naruto! I read in a book that it�s the moment close friends
have to remind the married couple of all they should have known before
promising to stay together for a lifetime,� Sai
turned to Sakura smiling his best fake smile, �are you sure, Sakura? He has
such a small dick!� he managed to say before Tenzou clamped
his hand on his mouth seeing Naruto�s murderous attempt
at jumping across the table to get him.
��Enough for the groom!� exclaimed Ino, tissues close by since it was after all, her best
friend�s long awaited wedding.
She launched into a heart
filled speech that no one listened to, still laughing at Naruto�s
friends antics or too busy eating the dessert to care, as was the custom during
weddings. After a little while, Naruto took Sakura�s
hand and opened the dance.� People gazed
dreamily at them until it was time for them too to get on the dance floor.
Sasuke activated his Sharingans as the moronic couple, as he lovely called them,
went over with the visible intent to drag him onto the dance floor. Naruto looked ready to take on the challenge but Sakura
caught his ear and dragged him away, complaining that she didn�t want a huge
fight starting in her wedding. Suigetsu and Karin were
too busy teasing Juugo, or fighting each other, to
come bother him. And so Sasuke was left peacefully and blissfully alone at the
main table. Or so he thought.
A few places from him sat
Hinata in a high collar, long sleeved lavender dress. She was looking at Naruto, from afar, as usual. She felt his gaze on her and
turned to him, smiling brightly, just as Kiba reached
her and took her away to the dance floor. Sasuke drowned his champagne in one gulp
because in that smile he had seen more tears than if she had been crying.
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
The Anbu
leader�s desk, right next to the Hokage�s office, was
as meticulously spotless and tidy as its owner.�
Nothing was out of order but for some pens and office supplies left lying
on the desk. �Papers were organised in neat
piles with wooden nametags above them indicating what they were if someone
needed to find a paper, or wanted to add one. Folders were ordered on the
shelves, names easily spottable. Important secret papers were protected by
visible seals that just served to warn of trickier ones hiding behind so
curious people wouldn�t poke around.� Or
maybe it was simply because Sasuke had gotten tired of Naruto
triggering the secret seals while poking his nose around his stuff without
reading the labels.
Sasuke was looking at the
new applications for Anbu. �A paperclip kept together the medical, psychological,
and mission evaluations and the motivation letter (if there was one) for each
file. Sasuke was doing a pre-selection and would later ask Naruto
for his opinion on the one he chose before making his final decision. He had three
piles in front of him: yes, no, and maybe. Currently he was staring at the
application in his hand with a lifted eyebrow. The name having caught his eye: Hyuuga Hinata.
She was a Jounin, not the best, but a good one nonetheless. She had
worked at the academy, had completed plenty of missions, mainly group ones, and
was still training young recruits but had refused to take a genin
team. �Puzzled, Sasuke took her psychological
evaluation; nothing rang an alarming bell in his mind, even if it was evident that
she lacked self-esteem. He sighed, his eyes glancing at the picture of Naruto�s wedding glued to his desk, courtesy of the latter.
It had been two weeks since then...
A knock on his door made
him smooth the paper down as he allowed whoever it was to enter. He kept a
poker face on as the subject of his current thoughts entered the room: Hinata. She
looked her usual self in her long parka that covered all of her body, her long
hair and fringe still framing her face, clutching papers tight against her
breast, as if they were the last rampart between her and the world. She
fidgeted a bit until he nodded for her to enter.
She bowed and gave him the
papers, some mission reports and boring things like that. He watched her eyes
widen slightly and a blush darken her cheeks as she saw what lay on his desk. She
didn�t mention it, simply pulling back once he took the papers and getting ready
to leave. He eyed her as she got to the door, her shoulders slightly bent
forward. His eyes glanced at the picture again.
�Are you aiming to die?� he
asked as her hand lowered the handle but right before the door opened.
She turned to him, visibly
surprised. Sasuke didn�t know he was the first one to dare mention Naruto�s wedding, because it was clear he was talking about
that. Even Neji hadn�t dared brushing the subject,
even if he was one of the few who had clearly known and saw how broken she was.
�I...I�m... I�m not... that
weak,� she whispered, her white eyes briefly catching Sasuke�s
dark ones.
He smirked at that and she
gave a curt nod before leaving.
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Naruto was gulping down a bowl of ramen
when Sasuke knocked and entered, not waiting for an answer since he was always
welcome. He rolled his eyes as Naruto had obviously
tried to hide the ramen under his desk, even though the room stank of it and
one noodle was still poking out of his mouth.
�I�m not Sakura,� sighed Sasuke.
�Well you do kinda lack man�s two best friends,� said Naruto cupping two imaginary breasts.
Sasuke snorted at that and
dropped the 10 files he had brought with him on Naruto�s
desk, smirking as the blue eyes zeroed in on them and Naruto
let out a loud groan.
�Yes you have to,� replied
Sasuke even before Naruto could open his mouth to
whine.
�I hate you,� grumbled Naruto, poking the files as if they were going to eat him.
Sasuke simply grabbed a chair, placed
himself in front of Naruto and glared at him, arms
crossed until he started to read and put his Hokage
stamp on the papers. He made a show of it, slamming it extra hard, maybe hoping
Sasuke had dozed off and would wake up with a start, which never happened of
course.
�Seriously, why do I even
bother? I always agree with you and if I don�t you always manage to convince
me,� whined Naruto grabbing the last file and freezing
dead.
He looked up at Sasuke, who
didn�t move or twitch. He looked hard, extra hard, persuaded that Sasuke was
going to smirk and make a witty comment to tell Naruto
it was all a joke. It didn�t happen. �But
then again Sasuke rarely cracked jokes so it was to be expected, but still... Naruto frowned, shook the file, checked the name and
picture again, scratched his head, sighed and finally looked at Sasuke questioningly.
�You�ve got to be kidding,
Sasuke.� She�s not up to it! She�s far
too sweet and gentle, not to mention too shy and insecure to be Anbu!� assured Naruto,
flabbergasted at seeing that his friend was truly serious.
Naruto couldn�t fathom what had crossed Sasuke�s mind to even put her into his �maybe� list.
�She wouldn�t have applied
if she didn�t think she could do it,� pointed out Sasuke, knowing Naruto knew that she had refused to take a genin team because she didn�t feel ready for the job yet.
�She will get killed,� said
Naruto, his blue eyes darkening in gravity, his usual
uncaring expression wiped from his face.
Sasuke watched his Hokage closely, trying to decipher if he realized why she
might want to get herself killed. Even if she had told him she wasn�t aiming
for that. He had even asked Neji his opinion on the
matter as one of his best Anbu and as Hinata�s cousin.
�Neji
agreed it would change her and the Hyuuga are always
valuable as Anbu. We could test her with a few missions
and see. After all, most of the people I put in the maybe list end up leaving Anbu after a short while,� reasoned Sasuke.
�Change her? Why the hell
would she want to change? I don�t get it! People like her just don�t suddenly
enter Anbu... something must have happened! Did Neji talk to you about it?� exclaimed Naruto,
standing up and pacing as he spoke.
He missed how Sasuke�s eyes dilated in astonishment and then anger. Sasuke
was always amazed at how Naruto could catch small
things really easily, helping people as if it was second nature to him and yet still
be so dense about other matters.� It made
him want to bash Naruto�s head against the nearest
hard surface.
To think that he still
didn�t get that Hinata had been, and still was, in love with him was beyond
Sasuke. The girl had been stalking him for years, had even confessed her love
when she saved his ass from Pein, or so he had heard,
and he still didn�t get it?
�I will talk to her about
it or maybe ask Sakura to do it,� muttered Naruto
thinking out loud, �she�s good at that.�
She�s a really nice right hand, more tactful than you,� chuckled Naruto.
That was all that was
needed for Sasuke to see red and punch Naruto, his head
turning at the impact.
�The fuck Sasuke!� yelled Naruto, startled, wiping blood from his cracked lips.
�You understand nothing!� hissed
Sasuke, eyes blazing in rage.
Naruto hadn�t understood his need to leave
the village for Orochimaru. He hadn�t understood his
drive for revenge, what he had gone through nor how bad he took Konoha�s betrayal of Itachi.� He hadn�t gotten why Sasuke didn�t want to
come back either. �Yet he had always
pretended he did and that drove Sasuke crazy.�
Even now, when all that was in the past, he still didn�t get how Sasuke felt
about his marriage with Sakura. He still was that insufferable moron.
As usual, they dealt with
their problems using their fists. Because Sasuke didn�t know how to talk to Naruto when he was like that and when he himself was so
damn pissed. So, it was no surprised to see them leave, kicking and punching,
to reach the closest training ground. Anbu didn�t
even bother to stop them.� They were more
than used to it; some even came to watch since it was always spectacular and
entertaining to see the best two ninja fight. Even if Naruto
was the Hokage, it was well known that both had the
same strength and would die in a real fight without a winner being pinpointed.
One hour later it was Sakura
and Suigetsu who had to pull them apart, Naruto still clueless as to why the hell Sasuke was so
pissed and how they had gotten from talking about Hinata�s
enrollment in Anbu to kicking
each other�s ass. He had mumbled about grumpy bastards and their mood swings
and ability to twist a subject into something completely different. The last
point was true since they hadn�t fought about Hinata at all.
�Seriously, at your age,�
scolded Sakura, hitting Naruto on the head for good
measure even as she was patching them both up back in Naruto�s
office.
Naruto huffed.� Sasuke glared.� She sighed.
�What was it about this
time?� she asked knowing full well she couldn�t do anything about it.
�I never know with that
bastard!� pouted Naruto, �it all started with Hinata�s application,� he growled, spotting the file on his
desk and glaring at it as if all the responsibility fell on it.
Sasuke said nothing, his
lips thin. At least Naruto knew it wasn�t really
about Hinata, even if it had started it all. Naruto
glanced at him and grinned sheepishly giving him a playful kick on the chin. Sasuke
glared at him but let a small smirk grace his features showing Naruto that everything was alright even if it wasn�t true. It
was always like that between them.
�If you�re so adamant about
it, Sasuke, go ahead.� I trust you after
all,� said Naruto locking eyes with him to show how
true his words were, as if Sasuke didn�t know it, �but under one condition: you
have to take her under your wing, ok?�
Sasuke had never retreated
from active duty even if he was the Anbu leader and
had to deal with all the paperwork that went with it plus any other Naruto gently pushed into his hands. He was the best and
they couldn�t afford not to use him. Even Naruto had
had to agree with that, especially since he too did some missions, but never
solo ones, unlike Sasuke. Taking Hinata under his wing meant that he would have
to do some easy missions for a change.
�Hn,�
agreed Sasuke, standing up and pushing Sakura away even if she wanted to keep
healing him.
She started to protest but Naruto�s hand on her shoulder stopped her. She kissed him
and started to pamper him asking if he had eaten, if he shouldn�t get some
rest.� Sasuke, feeling out of place, closed
his eyes and just left, waving them goodnight with a dismissive gesture that
didn�t require him to turn and see them.
When Sasuke reached the
apartment he shared with Juugo he was still wondering
why he had pushed so hard to have Hinata enter Anbu. He
knew he wouldn�t have taken it well if he had been refused to enter Anbu in her place, but could that be the sole reason? He
didn�t care about her.� He didn�t know
her.� Maybe it was because he could
relate to her situation... to Naruto not having a
clue about how she felt; to Naruto being a total dick
head about things sometimes, without even knowing it.
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Hinata was blowing on her
freezing hands as she gathered wood for a fire. She had been in Anbu for two whole months now and was proud to say she
hadn�t been a failure. She hadn�t shamed her family or her owl mask. Most of
her missions had been in groups, supervised by Sasuke himself, which tended to
stress out new recruits.
Seeing some edible
vegetation and fruits, Hinata took some for the meal. This time it was a two
person mission, just her and Sasuke. Everyone had bid her good luck; all of
them convinced that she would have a heart attack to be left with the scary, severe,
and awesome Uchiha. But to tell the truth she wasn�t
scared at all.� She had been watching Naruto since she was small, and so she had watched Sasuke
too.� She could tell from those last
months that even if he was colder and even more guarded than when younger, he
hadn�t changed all that much.
She reached the already lit
fire, a very small one, made with wood from nearby and fed most of her
gathering to it, leaving the rest next to it for later. She noticed that her
blanket had been put next to it, close enough to be warmed but not burned. He
really hadn�t changed. �
He still cared for his team
mates in his subtle manner. He was a hard leader, blunt with his criticism, sometimes
even hurtful with well aimed teasing that would make people give their best
just to prove him wrong. But he also gave compliments when needed, lifting
people�s spirits with a mere sentence. And he was always watching out for his team
mates, ready to put his life on stake to save them, even if it was their fault that
they were in a tight spot.
She lifted her gaze as
Sasuke joined her with freshly caught food.�
He nodded to her as he spotted the fruits and vegetables she had brought
back. They cooked in silence, Sasuke being a man of few words. He had pulled
out some rice balls and she noticed that he was waiting for her, the broth and
meat being ready. Hurrying slightly she grabbed her bag and pulled out a cup of
instant Ramen. She smiled timidly as Sasuke lifted an eyebrow at her.
��Naruto gave it to
me, as good luck,� she explained, her eyes clouding briefly.
She didn�t bother to put up
a mask with him.� He would see right through
her anyway. She hung her head as she felt his intense dark eyes focus on her.
It made her want to fidget. He wasn�t prying like some others would.� He didn�t try to know. �But, something in the way he looked at her was
perturbing. Maybe because he seemed to understand her, to sympathise without
pitying and she wasn�t used to it. She nearly jumped out of her skin when Sasuke�s deep voice broke the silence.
�He�s so insensitive
sometimes.�
She smiled fondly at the remark,
seeing the same expression of anger and affection in Sasuke�s
eyes and discreet smirk. He was the only one who ever talked freely about Naruto with her. It did her good, because she didn�t want
her first love to become a taboo subject. She wanted to bask in the few
memories she had, even if they were always one sided. She wanted to keep
treasuring them. Maybe it was because it was the same for Sasuke�s
memories of Itachi? No one dared talk to him about it
either.
�He doesn�t notice what relates
to him,� she whispered, knowing full well she wasn�t stuttering.
Just like with Kiba, Shino, and recently Neji
she didn�t feel judged with Sasuke.� She
wasn�t scared of simply being herself.
�Indeed, I can�t believe he
didn�t notice your feelings,� sighed Sasuke poking at
the fire.
He wasn�t blushing or
evading her gaze, but she couldn�t help but have the feeling he was being shy.
Maybe it was because he was opening up to someone other than his usual teammates.� Even
if he was more social, he was still rather introverted. Or maybe it was because
he was sharing something he never ever shared with anyone else? But why with her of all people?
�He did,� she assured smiling
sadly, her hands closing on the cooling ramen cup.� It was giving her the warmth Naruto never would.
Sasuke raised his head, his
dark eyes puzzled, silently urging her to explain. And she knew then why he had
chosen her: he too was misunderstood by Naruto. Now
that she thought about it, it made sense.
He hadn�t come back to Konoha.� He had come
back to Naruto, Sakura, and Kakashi.
He was the closest person to Naruto, his best friend,
his brother, his right hand, his rival and suddenly Sakura took that place,
bringing them apart. If it had been any other girl it would have been
different, but it was the one girl that had loved Sasuke more than anyone else
for years.� He was the one that Naruto would always see as a rival, even in Sakura�s heart.
Now he had to make sure that
he wasn�t coming in between them. It hurt them. It hurt him. But he knew that
he had to do it. Of course he wasn�t going to cut ties with them, not that Naruto would let him anyway, and that could also destroy
their relationship. Naruto dating Sakura had broken
the fragile balance in team seven�s relationship. Now it was the two of them and
Sasuke alone.
Sasuke had to distance
himself from the very people that had made coming back worthy and Naruto still didn�t see it.�
He didn�t understand this withdrawal, even resented him for it, and
still managed to drop stupid lines about how close Sakura was to him and about
how close Sasuke and Sakura should be. She and Sasuke were looking for a form
of acknowledgement from Naruto that they would never
have.
�He�s just pretending he
didn�t because he doesn�t know how to deal with it. It�s a mental defense I guess,� she elaborated seeing understanding dawn
on Sasuke.
�That moron,� snorted
Sasuke.� �He understands love only when
it hits him in the face, literally,� chuckled Sasuke obviously referring to
Sakura and her violent tendencies, �he�s not used to being loved, is he?� It
was more a statement than a question.
She laughed quietly,
agreeing wholeheartedly. Sakura would be the one to teach him, to show him the
love of a lover.� Iruka,
Kakashi, and Yamato would show him the love of a
father; Tsunade the one of a mother, Neji, Gaara, and so many others
the love of a friend, and Sasuke the one from a brother, a best friend.
�I�m sorry for your loss,� Sasuke
apologized.
Hinata closed her eyes,
tears running down her cheeks. She kept crying, hiccupping softly into the
night, even as Sasuke wrapped her into a blanket, leaving her to her grief. Those
simple words were bringing her the closure she had never gotten.
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Juugo and Sasuke were on their way back
from grocery shopping. They had decided to live together to placate the giant
man, who didn�t quite trust his second self to not act up and become murderous.
It didn�t bother Sasuke; he loved Juugo�s silent and
caring company.� They were a good match. Karin
and Suigetsu lived in the same building, wanting to
be close to their leader in a village they didn�t really know at the time.
Fortunately they didn�t live together, however that didn�t prevent them from
screaming and yelling at each other all the time.
They passed the old
decrepit Uchiha estate on their way. Sasuke had left
it behind only when Naruto had turned it into a
memorial of Konoha�s actions.� A stone had been placed at the entrance with
all the names of the murdered innocent, Itachi�s name
first. �Now Sasuke could let the ghosts
rest. He would never forgive Konoha because some
things just weren�t forgivable, but he had come back because the new generation
wasn�t to blame for the tragedy and because he wanted to make sure that it would
never happen ever again.
�Sasuke?� gently probed Juugo.
Sasuke blinked, realizing that
he had been spacing off, staring at the dead district that had been his home
for so long. He glanced up as he felt Juugo�s large
hand squeezing his shoulder lightly in support.
�Hn,�
acknowledged Sasuke, letting his friend know that he was fine and he shouldn�t
worry.
Juugo squeezed one last time and let go. Sasuke
didn�t miss the way he glanced to the side. They kept going, Sasuke walking a
tad bit briskly. He had seen them too, but he always pretended he didn�t. �It was the fan girls, because really, there
was no other way to call those women who pursued him.� He had tried the fight, the run, and finally
settled for the ignoring, it had proven the most effective way.� The first two only made things worse. �
When he came back, his
background story and the truth about his clan had made him a martyr for some. His
broken self, his mystery, his beauty, his strength, his power, everything was a
pretext for those women to love him. Even the young ones loved him, hence why
he had always refused to teach.� He
didn�t want students falling at his feet like flies. Not that it ever prevented
them from doing so, but at least it was from afar.
The ones he hated the most
were those driven by the desire for power. They wanted to be the Anbu leader�s wife, the Hokage�s
best friend�s wife. He despised them to the point that Juugo
had had to play the pacificator for once because when one of them had told him that
it was his duty to revive his clan by impregnating her, he had lost it. The ones
that bothered him less were the ones that didn�t act at all, simply content to
daydream. Closely followed by the ones who only wanted a bit of fun, he had had
a few one night stands with them, no strings attached, just a bit of fun and
relaxation. He was a man and despite being mostly asexual, his body still had
needs and he still wanted some form of human contact from time to time.
But the one girl stalking
him right now, with a horde of cheering friends, wasn�t one he looked forward
to. He could see that she played innocent but something in her gaze told him
she was one of the power hungry ones. �He
nodded to Juugo to just go.� He couldn�t escape and he didn�t want to have
her follow him home and try to force him to invite her in.
�Are you sure?� asked his
friend, worried, even as he took Sasuke�s packages.
�Hn,�
grumbled Sasuke.
He had work to do anyway,
so he would just head back to the Hokage tower hoping
she would drop it and let him be. She wouldn�t follow him in, but he had to
pray she wouldn�t catch up to him before. He jumped on a roof and sped up,
intent on losing her.
Of course, he wasn�t so
lucky. The little bugger was clever and she had been waiting for him in front
of the Tower and latched onto his arm, pushing an overly perfumed letter in his
hands.
�I�ve loved you forever
Sasuke,� he bristled at her easy use of his name, �please give me a chance.� I�m not like the others,� she went on.
�I�m not interested,� he
replied, shaking her off roughly.
�I want to help you revive
your clan!� he froze, and she mistook that for an opening, �together we will
make it shine again! Itachi would be proud!�
He turned slowly feeling
his eyes bleed Sharingan as his temper got the better
of him. How did she dare use Itachi�s name for her
poor little pitiful plan? He saw her step back and shiver under his gaze, a mix
of fear and arousal from his power.
�Sa-sasuke-san!�
called a familiar stuttering voice.
Hinata reached him in
seconds, placing herself between him and the girl.
�I-I have an ur-urgent me-message for y-you,� she whispered, sending an
apologetic glance to the fuming girl behind her.
Sasuke took the opportunity
to extricate himself from her, even if he was still
itching to give her a piece of his mind. Naruto
wouldn�t be pleased; he didn�t like when Sasuke fend off people who bugged him
because they usually came from proud families that would go whine in his ears.
Not that Sasuke cared.
�What is it, Hinata?� he
asked, annoyance not yet completely gone from his voice, but he knew she would
understand it wasn�t directed at her.
Stomping her foot, his
unnerving stalker left with her dignity rumpled. He smirked and saw a hint of a
smile grace Hinata�s face. He lifted an eyebrow.
�I never got the chance to
thank you for your... attention,� whispered Hinata.
It took a moment for Sasuke
to understand that she was referring to their mission together a few weeks ago.
She had become full Anbu soon after.� Naruto had had to
admit she had done well. Of course, Sasuke still kept an eye on her.� It was usually after a year or so that people
in Anbu had a huge crisis. Until then, Sasuke was charged
with keeping her under his wing, as Naruto reminded
him all the damn time. They hadn�t really had the chance to be alone afterwards,
always in group missions, or Hinata in solo ones (under close surveillance from
one of Sasuke�s snakes without her knowledge).
�Hn,�
replied Sasuke, dismissing it.� �What was
the message?� he asked turning on his heels toward the Tower, mechanically
opening the door for her.
Hinata giggled slightly.� �There was no message, I just knew that would
drive her away,� she explained, blushing slightly at admitting she had played
dirty, �I�m used to people courting me for my family name, they can be such a
pain,� she added, sharing a look of complicity with Sasuke.
�Isn�t Neji
fending them off for you?� wondered Sasuke, smirking.
�When he�s around, he
does.� He�s pretty efficient at it too,�
she agreed, laughing quietly at memories of her cousin scaring her pursuers.
�I bet he is,� chuckled Sasuke.
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
She watched as Sasuke�s eyes followed a young man and who had to be his
little brother as the older one wrapped his scarf around the youngest one�s
neck, sharing it. She didn�t talk until their image had left the window from
which Sasuke was watching them. They were seated at a peaceful inn in a small
village. It was once again a group mission, but they had had separated into two
groups.
�Target number one is going
to bed,� she murmured, her Byakugan hidden by thick
makeup and her pupils turned brown by contact lenses.
Sasuke nodded but his eyes
were slightly glazed over, not looking at the hot tea in front of him but
behind into the past. She remembered her thoughts about how Sasuke couldn�t
speak of Itachi without people getting edgy and
trying to kill the conversation before it even started. She could talk freely
about Naruto with Sasuke and that meant a lot for
her.
Hinata fidgeted a bit, her
fingers naturally touching each other in her nervous state. She worried her lip
with her teeth, her eyes lowering down on her lap until she finally worked up
the nerves to speak.
�D-did Itachi
u-use to do th-that too?� she murmured.
She took in the creases of
her navy blue napkin, how it was neatly folded on her legs, and a trace of her
lips on its right corner. She marvelled at the dark wood of their table,
polished but with chinks age and use had done to it. She admired the salt and
pepper shakers, small, delicate, made of glass in an easy to pick shape. A menu
was stuck between them, dark with red letters, simple but elegant. Her cup of
tea was a real work of art; cute little rabbits running free in the grass were
engraved on it, matching the teapot. She was looking anywhere but at the Uchiha.
�Yes... he did... He was
always a very caring brother,� said Sasuke finally, his deep voice low, thick
with tightly controlled emotion.
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Hinata let her eyes retract
to their normal blank color, the veins on her face
disappearing. She glanced at the snake slithering away from her team. She
wasn�t worried, it was an ally.
�A problem, owl-san?� asked
one of her team mates.
�No,� she replied focusing
back on their already ended mission.
They were coming home and
she had only been checking that no one was following them. It was a habit of
hers. It had already proved to be useful. �
�It�s
hedgehog-shishou�s snake?� asked bear-san, their
leader, laughing quietly.
They never used names to
refer to people during missions. She nodded. It was indeed Sasuke�s
snake; she was used to it following her around. She knew it was at Naruto�s command.
�Don�t tell him I said
that, but he�s always sending a snake to watch over young recruits, for at
least a year, then he stops,� whispered the man, fondness tinting his voice, as
he confided that to his four man team.
�He also sends it to people
he believes have a hard time in Anbu.� A friend of mine got one,� added spider-san.
�It saved my life once,� divulged
diodon-san, raking a hand through his hair, �at first
I was pissed at hedgehog-shishou, I thought it meant
he didn�t trust my abilities... but later on, I found it was in fact really
comforting to have the snake around.� I
miss it sometimes,� he admitted, his mask hiding any discomfort he might have
felt.
Hinata smiled to herself,
adjusting her owl-mask and making sure it was still tightly knotted at the back
of her head, against her bun. Sasuke was a much respected man and he was a kind
soul behind his cold appearance. She had already known, but found it truer as
more proofs were given to her. She was happy that other people saw it too.
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Sasuke cracked his neck and
wondered if he could talk Karin into giving him a massage without her having a fangasm. He would have asked Juugo
or Suigetsu but both were on a mission, so he had no
one available to help him with his sore muscles. Feeling better now that he had
popped a few joints, going against Sakura�s warnings about arthritis, he went
back to his task at hand: reading all the reports he had had on Hinata Hyuuga.
He had been totally right
about her. She could stand Anbu and was a valuable
member. All the people who had worked with her said she did her best and held
herself together well. He was going to rub it on Naruto�s
face. She did seem pretty weak at first glance and too timid for her own good,
but she had willpower. Naruto should know the power of
that particular trait since he was the one who had inspired her.� And Sasuke could swear that the blonde made
his non existent brain work only with pure will. He smirked.
A knock on his door broke
him out of his mental bashing of his best friend and he grunted an �enter.� Hinata
entered to give him her first solo mission report. Her eyes naturally fell on
all the papers about her on his desk and she dropped her gaze immediately, turning
red.
�Naruto
was worried you might not make it in Anbu,� stated
Sasuke tapping the papers, �I will gladly prove him wrong,� he chuckled.
�He�s always so nice.� I remember when he promised to make Neji taste dust because he had hurt me at the Chuunin exam,� she recalled, raising her head.
�You impressed him greatly
back then.� I�m sure he will remember
that when he gets my report on you,� replied Sasuke putting the papers together
and linking them with a paperclip before putting them in their proper file.
�I gave him a healing cream
that time,� she remembered fondly, smiling.
Seeing as she didn�t seem
to disturb him she started talking about Naruto,
happy she could share such a topic without being pitied.
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
It was the annual Anbu integration day. It was a custom so that the new recruits
that had been with Anbu one or two years could find
people to relate to. It was also a nice way to let go since it was a party with
food and alcohol offered by the Hokage. The Anbu leader and a few Anbu team leaders
were there to keep an eye on the whole thing and eventually spot people with
problems so they could help out. Hinata hadn�t been looking forward to it.
�Hey Sas�ke,
isn�t that the little owl you�re chaperoning?� asked Suigetsu
tilting his head toward her.
She fidgeted a bit, but
Sasuke waved her over. He was leaning against the counter, a mixed drink in
hand, his hedgehog mask safely tied to his belt, as was customary so people
knew who you were.� Even if for Sasuke it
wasn�t really necessary. Suigetsu coughed on his
water as Sasuke ordered Hinata�s favorite drink without even having to ask her. He was even
more surprised to see them talk good naturedly and wondered when they had
gotten so close without him noticing.
�Do they never learn?�
groaned Sasuke, after glaring away a man being a little too insistent with the obviously
not interested Hinata.
�I can cut off their limbs
if ya want,� teased Suigetsu,
grinning toothily at the half glare he received.
�They don�t.� Father congratulated me for befriending you,�
giggled Hinata, her tone clearly conveying how stupid she found it, �it�s the
first time he�s ever complimented me,� she added, as an after thought.
Her hands distractedly
tugging at the hem of her vest betrayed how in fact it did affect her. Suigetsu snorted.� It
was always like that with big families and their power struggles.
�My father only
acknowledged Itachi.�
I was always second for him, but according to my mother he still cared.� He just didn�t know how to show it,� offered
Sasuke, twirling his glass between his fingers.
�Really?� asked Hinata suddenly
hopeful.
Suigetsu watched as Sasuke eyed Hinata for a
moment before he started telling her stories of his childhood. �Hinata also shared hers with him so the both
of them could shine a new light on those events. Slowly the conversation
shifted to Naruto and how he had wanted Sasuke�s recognition without knowing he already had it,
then about Hinata and how she had wanted Naruto�s recognition
without him ever noticing.
Suigetsu simply listened, dropping a
sentence here and there, mostly enjoying what was going on in front of him. The
two hadn�t even noticed it yet. It seemed they shared more in common than what
first met the eye. They talked freely with each other about subjects they
obviously couldn�t share with other people: Naruto, Itachi, starving for acknowledgment. They had to undergo
the same endless courting, even if Sasuke had his plate fuller than hers.�
�ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Sasuke barged in Naruto�s office, scaring a council member and gaining the
blonde�s whole attention with just a simple look.
�Akamaru�s
back, but not Kiba,� said Sasuke sliding on his Anbu gloves, his hedgehog mask dangling from his fingers.
�Fuck!� cursed Naruto.
That was all the permission
Sasuke needed, with his mask on he hurried out. Moments later, he was knocking
on Kakashi�s door, requesting his assistance to track
Kiba and help bring him back. They couldn�t bring Akamaru with them.�
The dog was exhausted and injured, but with his information they knew
where to start. �
It took them two days and
fighting off a bunch of ninjas, but they brought Kiba
back, alive. As Sasuke came back with Kiba thrown over
Sasuke�s back, Hinata was sick with worry and broke
down crying. Kakashi had promptly collapsed on the
closest bed as soon as they had reached the hospital. Sasuke watched as Kiba disappeared with Sakura into an emergency room, nodded
to her tiredly, and started walking away.
At first he walked,
slightly slouched, but with the unique presence he had, then slowly his
shoulders started getting closer to the wall, until he started resting his
weight on it. He kept advancing even as his whole body now leaned on the wall
and was slowly but surely sliding down until he coughed up blood, turned the
corner, and collapsed.
She had been too taken
aback to react at first, wondering if he didn�t want to show his weak side.
Then she had wondered if he was just trying to not add to her worries.� Finally she had run to him as it was clear he
wouldn�t make it, but she hadn�t made it in time to catch him.
Sasuke hadn�t been on the
ground for a second when the medic nin
sprang into action, checking his vitals, putting him on a stretcher, everything
being rushed around her. Hinata however, felt like she was out of her body,
watching from afar. She looked at herself running after the stretcher,
whispering his name as if to call him back, and more tears staining her cheeks
before he disappeared into a room where she wasn�t allowed to go in.
He had slipped between her
fingers just like Naruto had. He had gone where she
couldn�t reach him, just like Naruto.
It was then that Hinata
understood that she was just as worried for Kiba as she
was for Sasuke, hence why she had been looking at Sasuke�s
retreating back rather than at the door behind which Kiba
was being taken cared of. �It dawned on
her that something in her heart had changed.
She already knew she had
moved on from her love for Naruto.� She just hadn�t noticed someone else had
taken his place. It had been so different she hadn�t realised it. Naruto still had a major place in her heart; she would
never forget him, what she had learned from him.� She would always admire him and strive to be
like him, but it wasn�t love anymore.� Now
she loved Sasuke.
Sasuke wasn�t motivating her like Naruto
did, but unlike him, Sasuke understood her, listened to her, saw her. She was
acknowledged. He trusted her, gave her chances to prove herself. She loved all
the scars that littered his soul and what they had made of him. This apparently
cold-hearted, distant, and severe man, in fact had a unique dark sense of humor, an understanding of people, his own subtle
way of caring, and shy kindness. A gentle soul hurt into hiding behind thorns,
strong, proud, harsh, dangerous... human.
Just as Hinata had put a
name to the closeness she had felt to Sasuke, her wish to share more time with
him, to the calm she had felt in his presence, she had to simultaneously resign
herself to another one sided love.
�ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Hinata had always been shy,
emotional, and insecure but never a coward. She didn�t outwardly declare her
feelings but she didn�t hide them either. With Naruto
she had looked from afar, offered little gifts with hope and fear of being
noticed, she had helped when she could and in the end she had even made a
confession.
With Sasuke it was trickier
because she was friends with him and didn�t want to lose that. It was clear
that he would catch on much sooner than Naruto, and
reply, certainly very clearly even if with tact, leaving no opening for hope in
case of a refusal. But she wasn�t a coward.�
Even if it meant hurting her feelings, even if it was one sided until
she received an unquestionable no, she wouldn�t drop it.
That�s why she came to visit
him at the hospital where Sakura had insisted he stayed at for at least a few
days. Normally people brought flowers, fruit baskets, or apples cut into little
rabbits to convalescent people; she had chosen to bring tomatoes instead because
she knew that would truly please him. �Right
now she was fidgeting in front of the door, basket full of tomatoes in hand. Naruto had left not long ago; she hadn�t wanted to
interrupt their time together but she still hesitated to enter, her mind
providing many good reasons not to.
�Enter,� said Sasuke, even
if she hadn�t knocked.
She timidly pushed the door
open, poking her head in to see Sasuke seated on his bed, a scroll on his lap. She
turned bright red because he was shirtless, even if most of his torso was
covered in bandages. It wasn�t the first time she had seen him, but now that
she was conscious of her feelings, she couldn�t help herself. He lifted a
delicate eyebrow then spotted the tomatoes and she couldn�t help but giggle
discreetly at the hungry light in his eyes.
And just like that, Sasuke
was just Sasuke, even if her heart thundered loudly in her chest.� She could still mostly act like herself
because this was the person she had become friends with. She gave him the first
tomato, watching him bite into its ripe flesh and nearly moaning in pleasure at
the taste.
�Thanks for saving Kiba,� she said, bowing.
�Hn,�
he grunted waving her remark off.
He didn�t like being
thanked or being told he was gentle, even less handsome. It was as if he was
ashamed of it. She wondered briefly who was to blame for that, his father? His brother? So many reasons came to mind and it was
certainly a mix of them all. But in truth, it was because he was scared of
showing people he cared and of losing it all.
She sat in the chair meant
for visitors and watched him eat his tomatoes, and he let her do it. It gave
her the confidence to believe not in love but in friendship. And so, she
started inviting him for tea and training, giving him tomatoes, bringing him
scrolls from the Hyuuga library that he had no other
way to ever access and other small details. Truthfully it was just a way to
reinforce their friendship and it was Sasuke�s call
to see it as more than that or not, and ask her to leave him alone if he so
wished.
She never planned to confess
because she didn�t want to lose the previous bond they had. She was ready to
let him go when Sasuke found someone to love, even if she knew it would be even
harder than with Naruto, who had never been close to
her. She was content with simply being with him until she had to fade back into
the background.
It seemed Sasuke didn�t
mind it either. He let her get closer, never seeming to notice she loved him.
She smiled at how Naruto and he shared that in
common. �But then again, Sasuke had never
had a female friend without said girl being head over heels for him. �Compared to them, Hinata didn�t look in love
at all.
Months went by and she fell
deeper and deeper for him.
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Her father angrily told her
that she was worthless, a shame to his family and that Hanabi,
younger by many years, was more capable than her and would become the head of
the Hyuuga since she was such a failure.� Hinata just stood there, silent and
submissive. �He had then simply turned
his back to her and she had taken that as her dismissal.
She smiled at Neji but brushed past him even when she saw that he wanted
to comfort her. Her feet took her to her usual place, her old training ground
that no one ever used. �She trained for
hours, her body aching under the abuse, but she kept repeating the same motions
as if trying to beat out her father�s words. She should be used to them by now,
but it still stung.� It hurt so much.
�Hinata?�
She swirled around
surprised to be met with a familiar Anbu with a
Hedgehog mask. Even if she couldn�t see them, she knew his eyes were taking her
in, her dishevelled appearance, her exhaustion, her dirtiness, and the fake shy
smile she put on.
Gloved nimble fingers went
behind his head to untie his mask.�
Sasuke then shook his head to put his bangs back in place as he tied his
Anbu mask to his waist. He was obviously coming back
from night patrol. After all it was already past midnight, even if she hadn�t
noticed it before. They stayed like that for what was barely a minute but
seemed like hours to her, those dark fathomless eyes locked with her white
creamy ones, both of them unmoving. She knew he knew that she wasn�t feeling
well.
�I have a mission for you,�
he stated bluntly.
She blinked, clearing her
mind, and nodded.
�I will give you the scroll
tomorrow. It�s a mission only you can do,� he added, his voice neutral.
She bit into her lower lip,
trying to blink back tears only to have them flow freely. A mission only she could
do? How had he known? And why was he so nice? She hiccupped and clamped her
hands on her mouth, trying to stifle the sounds. She didn�t want to look so
pathetically weak in front of him.�
�I�m sorry, I�m sorry,� she
apologized red faced, unable to look at him anymore. �
�Itachi
used to tell me that, even if father didn�t acknowledge my abilities, there
were things that I alone could do,� explained Sasuke, closing the distance
between them to take her mask, hidden inside her vest as was regulation and placed
it in front of her, so that the owl�s eyes seemed to stare straight at her.� �This proves that you are a valuable ninja,
one of the best, and I wouldn�t keep you here if you weren�t up to the task.�
She knew he was speaking
the truth because even if he was nice, Sasuke wasn�t a liar, and he didn�t
indulge people, ever. She had meant to nod her understanding but as she heard
the clatter of her owl mask hitting the ground she noticed that she had instead
grabbed his waist, hugging him. Then his scent assaulted her nostrils as she
buried her face into the white material of his Anbu
uniform.
He tensed, obviously not
used to being touched that way, then relaxed and awkwardly wrapped his arms
around her. She mumbled another sorry for her weakness and he snorted.
�It�s not weakness.� It�s being emotional,� he stated and she knew
those were Naruto�s words, �and Naruto�s
worse than you.�
She giggled between sobs and
allowed herself to cling harder just this time.
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Sasuke kicked Naruto in the stomach before punching him in the face. Naruto gave a loud yelp as his nose broke; Sasuke smirked.
�Teme!�
hollered Naruto as his nose fixed itself.
Sasuke didn�t grace him
with an answer before they were back at each other�s throats, both littered
with injuries, broken bones, dislodged members, and the like. One pissed
because he felt his best friend was slipping away and the other one because his
best friend didn�t get why he had to lessen their contact and made everything
harder.
�Don�t be an antisocial
asshole!� growled Naruto, not understanding why him
innocently asking Sasuke to join he and Sakura to celebrate their one year
anniversary had ended up in a fight.
What the hell was wrong
with that? Naruto was happy, so was Sakura, and he
just wanted to share it with his closest friend. It was a great idea!
�I�m not being antisocial
you dickhead!� hissed Sasuke, wincing as one of Naruto�s
hits landed on an already sensitive spot.
�Then come celebrate with
us!� insisted Naruto before being harshly sent flying
onto the nearest tree.
�What, you also want me to
jump her while you�re away too?� sneered Sasuke racking a hand through his
hair, a clear sign of his unrest.
Naruto stayed rooted on the spot, back to
the tree, little splinters poking his abused flesh. His blue eyes blinked
owlishly in utter astonishment as the words and what they implied registered. Sasuke
huffed, crossing his arms on his chest, feeling twelve again and so uneasy at
having bared his feelings to Naruto like that. That
is until Naruto opened his mouth.
�You�re in love with
Sakura?� he blurted out, clearly puzzled.
That was the last straw for
Sasuke. He had just opened up to Naruto, trying to
make him understand that he didn�t want to break up his marriage by coming
between the one that had chased after him for years and the one that had loved
him since childhood. And what did the moron have to say to that? He asked if he
loved Sakura!
Not even bothering to hit
his best friend again because at this point he was seriously considering just strangling
him to death, he stomped away, pissed to a point he hadn�t reached in years. Naruto yelled after him, aware that he had messed up badly
but Sasuke ignored him, speeding and running to escape the stupid blonde. If he
caught up, he knew he would seriously beat the shit out of him.
He needed to pull himself
together, to calm down, and to get away from Naruto
for a while. Going to his home wouldn�t stop the blonde so he went somewhere he
knew Naruto might follow but wouldn�t dare start a
fight in: the Hyuuga estate.
The guards� eyes nearly
popped out at seeing the Anbu captain enter, stomping,
and fuming. They didn�t even know if they should stop him or not, and started
to run to warn a higher up only to see Hiashi-sama freeze
as he received a curt nod from Sasuke when he reached Hinata�s
private quarters and knocked with suppressed anger.
�Did she do something
wrong?� asked Hiashi, before stepping away at the
venomous stare he received for an answer.
Nothing more could be said
as a surprised and perplexed Hinata opened the door, spotted Sasuke and the
state he was in and simply stepped back to let him enter with a, �I will make
you tea and give you tomatoes.�
As Sasuke disappeared inside,
Hinata nodded to her father and smiled at Naruto as he
came rushing into the estate screaming Sasuke�s name.� Then she closed the door on both their faces
with a simple �I will take things from here.�
Both men stared at each
other before sneaking to the window to peek.�
Sasuke was walking like a tiger in a cage, visibly explaining something
to Hinata, who was gently sitting in front of tea and tomatoes, listening quietly,
piping a few words here and there. Within a few minutes Sasuke was back to his
collected distant self, munching on a tomato and giving Naruto
the finger when Hinata went to close the curtain and shoo them away.
From then on, it was common
occurrence to have the Hokage and the Anbu captain argue with their fists and then have Naruto go to Sakura to whine and Sasuke go to Hinata to
calm down.
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Their first kiss was one
very awkward moment but reflected perfectly their uneasiness, their doubts, fear,
and their clumsiness.
Hinata had been clearing up
the dishes after a nice evening with her and Sasuke�s
friends.� They had decided to gather from
time to time like this, taking turns hosting, pushed by Naruto�s
insistent nagging. Everyone had left but Sasuke, who was helping her out. Hinata
also suspected that their friends had noticed her crush on Sasuke and were trying
to get them together, but she wasn�t going to point that out.
She was gathering empty
cups, fussing about that and the fact that Sasuke hadn�t tried to drive her away
when a cat rushed past her legs, making her stumble and fall. She had the
reflex to save all the china but ended up falling face first, only to be caught
by Sasuke, who had rushed forward a little too fast and they both collapsed on
the floor in a mess of tangled limbs and locked lips.
Hinata turned beet red, her
heart thundering in her ribcage and hurried to pull herself up with her arms,
avoiding Sasuke�s eyes and stuttering apologies. But
a hand grabbed her nape and pulled her back down, her breasts pressing against Sasuke�s chest, her face into his neck.
�Sa-Sasuke?� she asked, breath short.
She turned her head to the
side, her hair slipping between Sasuke�s fingers, his
hold loose, and she met dark eyes watching her, guarded... afraid? They were so
close Sasuke�s breath was fanning her and then soft
lips pressed to hers in a chaste kiss. They had kept their eyes open, as if
neither of them could believe the other was fine with what was happening. Hinata
was the first to close them and lean for another kiss, a deeper one as Sasuke
cupped her cheek.
They had kissed a few more
times, getting bolder until someone knocked on the door making them part
hurriedly, as if they had been caught with their hands in the cookie jar. It
was none other than Naruto who had forgotten some
important papers. He had babbled, grinning foolishly as he gathered his papers,
totally clueless at what he had just interrupted. They had laughed about it
when he was gone.
Their relationship hadn�t
changed much but for stolen kisses here and there. People had started to
notice, mainly because Sasuke didn�t let any suitors come near Hinata, his
glare freezing them long before they could even take the first step toward her.
They danced around each other, neither knowing what to do, how to act. Hinata
had never had a boyfriend before; she had always had eyes for Naruto only. And Sasuke wasn�t used to human interaction,
even if he had dated before.� It had
always been after being hit on by the woman and it had never lasted.
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Sasuke nodded to the Hyuuga guards, now used to his visits, and entered the estate
walking a little too slow. It was pitch black, midnight long past and the
guards were wondering what was going on, but didn�t say anything since he was
in full Anbu gear, hedgehog mask on.
Hinata, wearing only a loose
T-shirt and pants, opened the door and gasped quietly before letting him immediately.
As soon as the door closed behind him, Sasuke dropped the pretence falling in Hinata�s arms, wincing in pain.
�What happened?� she urged
worried, �why aren�t you at the hospital?� she inquired, helping him to the bathroom
where he could clean up.
�Trap, Naruto
mustn�t know,� he mumbled before groaning in pain as he pulled something out of
his flesh.
Hinata sighed,
understanding that meant he wouldn�t go to the hospital because Sakura would
tell Naruto. She didn�t know about the mission but
she trusted Sasuke�s judgement.� He certainly wanted to keep Naruto in the dark to protect him.
As the water started to
run, she rushed to get the first aid kit she had as well as her medicine jutsu scrolls. She had had Sakura teach her the basics and
it proved useful. As an after thought she grabbed some men clothes she had for
missions (changing sex could be really useful). She placed the dark pants and
white shirt on the couch because she knew she would have to treat Sasuke�s injuries first.
She took a deep calming
breath. He wasn�t in life threatening danger. She wasn�t going to have a heart
attack by cutting his shirt and pants open to heal him. Rationalization didn�t
help much, especially not when he joined her in the living room, in nothing but
underwear.� Her hands were shaking and
she made a point to stare at the floor.
She didn�t comment on the
fact that he used an Anbu cover to protect the carpet
as he settled on it, back resting on the couch. He wasn�t particularly self
conscious but her constant fidgeting was making him slightly uneasy, so he
cleared his throat and started to disinfect what he could reach of his
injuries. She smiled, finding him rather... well, cute.
They worked in silence,
cleaning the wounds, using justsu to close them and
make them disappear. It was a good thing his Sharingan
had helped him learn many of those. In the end it was as if nothing had
happened, even if Sasuke felt rather drained. He put on the clothes she had given
him and sat back down, checking everything was alright.
�Thank you,� said Sasuke bending down to help Hinata clean up
at the same time that she turned her head to answer him and they sat a breath
from each other, frozen on the spot. They were almost kissing, their lips a
hair�s breadth apart. The light was dim giving the situation a peculiar
ambiance of secret, danger, and romance. She could see Sasuke�s
pale face, curtained by his dark hair, making his onyx pupils stand out even
more.
Hinata felt her heart
thunder against her ribs, a bird desperately wanting to get out certainly to jump inside Sasuke�s heart
cage. She could feel his breath ghosting on her dry lips; her own caught in her
throat in a mixed feeling of surprise, terror, and anticipation. Time was doing
its unnerving trick of suddenly going awfully slowly, so that seconds seemed like
hours. Her eyes met Sasuke�s dark ones, eyes that
could kill but were actually kind and reassuring, and she felt herself melt.
He smirked then smiled a real
but cautious smile as if showing too many teeth would make him look predatory
and scare her away. Slowly his hand lifted and found its way to her cheek,
cupping it. Warmth washed over her, making her skin tingle where his fingers
touched her. Her whole being was now concentrated on this part of her body,
taking in the lukewarm feeling.� It was
so different from her attempt of warming her hands on her tea cup.
Hinata�s heart skipped a beat as a thumb
began to gently stroke her cheek, sending shivers down her spine. Sasuke
stopped smiling, his eyes remaining as gentle and reassuring as they could be to
prevent her from panicking, and he closed the distance between them. It was
chaste, it wasn�t anything special, just skin on skin but it meant so much. She
shook, as if crying, and her hands found their way around Sasuke�s
chest, clinging for dear life.� Making
sure this wasn�t a dream or that he wouldn�t suddenly pull away and say it was
all a mistake.
Instead she felt moisture
on her lips, a timid tongue asking for entrance. She gasped, parting her lips
ever so slightly. Sasuke�s hand that wasn�t stroking
her cheek tilted her chin and slowly he invaded her mouth, sliding against her
tongue and gently mapping her mouth, caressing her palate then tangling with
her tongue, coaxing her to reply to his kiss.
Her fingers dug in his
shirt pulling him closer, anchoring her to the present. He was kissing her and
it felt wonderful, so full of tenderness. They parted and she realized that she
had closed her eyes. She blinked a few times only to close her eyes again as he
kissed her once more. This time it was more demanding.� He pulled her to him, her breasts intimately
pressing against his chest. His hands were in her hair, making her shiver as
she had always been so sensitive to such contact. Then his arm was around her
waist as their lips parted again, leaving her breathless and a dark blush coloring
her features.
Maybe they should have
talked, but it was as if words would break the spell, distance the raw feelings
and leave place for useless questions and over thinking. It would scare her
away for sure, thinking about what was happening, what was to come� so she
welcomed this blissful oblivion and trusted Sasuke to do the same and guide
her.
She didn�t protest even if
her heart, ever faithful, was beating so fast it was a wonder it hadn�t burned out
already, when Sasuke coaxed her onto his lap. He kissed her again, this time
more like a peck and then kissed the corner of her mouth and she automatically
closed her eyelids. She moved her arms from around his waist to his shoulders,
holding him tightly as he nibbled on her neck. She moaned and froze at the
sound, embarrassed, until he too grunted in pleasure as if allowing her to do
the same.�
Sasuke reached the collar
of her large comfortable T-shirt, biting, and licking gently at her visible
collarbone. Hinata shivered, arching under his touch as he glided his hands on her
side, moving up from under her shirt. It would usually tickle her but right now
it only made her shudder, her breath quickening. She leaned on him as he
caressed her back still kissing her neck. She hadn�t noticed how her shirt was
riding up, letting her creamy skin show more and more.
Sasuke was kissing her
again but broke it as he lifted her shirt, Hinata�s
arms moving up on their own to allow him to undress her, leaving her in only
her loose pants and underwear. He didn�t look at her; instead he immediately
kissed her shoulder, his hands mapping her back, massaging her shoulders, her
sides, her hips. She was thankful for it because his gaze on her heated skin
would have made her self conscious.
Trembling in apprehension she
reached for his collar and she fumbled with the buttons, her cheeks burning red.
She nearly snatched a button when she felt his hands on her breasts, cupping
them gently. Their eyes crossed his smoldering gaze and she shuddered at the
raw power and desire.� He could break her
as if she was a twig and yet, here he was, forcing a half smile, not a smirk, on
his features to appease her.� Reigning in
his natural wild fiery nature to tame the terror in her and awaken her desire.
Hinata could feel the heat
radiating from her face, her teeth biting into her lower lip. He kissed her
again and the tension left her even as he started massaging her through her bra,
her breath getting shorter by the minute, forcing her to part her lips. Each
time his fingers brushed her nipples she gasped in pleasure, her body suddenly
getting more and more sensitive. He was slowly exerting more pressure and she leaned
her head on his shoulder breathing deeply giving his neck, half uncovered by
her unbuttoning, small kisses and nips.
Sasuke hummed in
appreciation and she barely noticed her bra come off. She did however notice when
his fingers met her bare skin sending fire cursing through her body. She
tightened her hold on him, nuzzling her face in his neck, feeling heat pool in
her lower stomach. It felt so strange as if butterflies were flying inside, a
tingling sensation, but oh so good. And only then did she notice she had
started to move, pressing her breasts into his hands, undulating against him in
abandoned longing.�
She moaned as she felt
Sasuke nibble the shell of her ear, sending cold shivers down her spine. Her
hands linked behind his head, pressing him to her, threading through his hair.
He sighed and she gasped throwing her head back and pulling Sasuke to her even
more. It felt wonderful; she couldn�t help shaking in his arms. She was so lost
in this sensation that she didn�t notice Sasuke stopping his caressing of her
breasts to smoothly undo his shirt and discard it on the floor.
She nuzzled back inside his
neck as a strong hand pressed her lower back, so she was flushed against him,
her breasts pressing against his naked chest.�
This time she met his kiss, knowing it was coming to distract her. She
moved up, shivering as her breasts rubbed against him, so she could cling to
his neck when he started to lay her down on the plush carpet.
She trailed her hands in
his hair as he kissed down her body. First her chin was adorned with small
nibbles.� Then he licked down her neck,
kissing here and there to finally bite down gently on her collarbone. She
pressed him down, a clear sign that she loved it.� He obliged, biting a few more time before
going lower. His hands were roaming on her sides, especially on her curved
hips. He kissed her right breast, before giving a tentative lick to her nipple,
making her quiver and stifle a moan.� He continued until it became round and hard,
alternating between kisses, licks and nibbles. Satisfied, he nuzzled his head
between her breasts, taking in her scent before moving to her left nipple,
giving it the same delicious treatment.
His bangs were ticking her
oversensitive skin, making her quiver even more in its wake. As he kissed down
her stomach, Sasuke�s hands pushed down her pants, so
they could map her hips and thighs, brushing her behind ever so slightly. He
nipped, then gently sucked on the side of her navel and she arched a bit.� Sasuke slid his hands to cup her ass in a
soft caress before going back up to her waist. His lips went down again, biting
the side of her hip and his hands tugged her pants to finally pull them down
completely.
She let him lift her legs,
her face burning up once again as she was now only in her panties. He paused,
caressing her reddened cheek with the back of his hand.� His gaze traveled down on her, taking in the
milky texture of her skin, how her abundant breasts fanned on her chest, the curve
of her waist, the roundness of her hips. He blinked and the visual embrace that
had only lasted a second, stopped letting her breathe
again.
Bringing one of her legs to
him Sasuke kissed her ankle. His free hand caressed up her other leg, stroking
her knee then her thigh. He moved his lips up to her knee, kissing and nibbling
the sensitive skin there before kissing her thigh and letting go of her leg
that gently dropped at his side. He was now between her legs, the position
having come naturally.
He hooked his fingers on
the side of her panties under the cotton fabric and glanced at her. She
remained silent, evading his gaze. He pulled them down slowly, making sure his
fingertips tickled her, and discarded them with the rest of their clothing.
Once again he didn�t take the time to admire her, knowing she would be
flustered by it. He leaned down on her, holding himself above her with his arms
and kissed her softly then more deeply.
Hinata wrapped her arms
around his shoulders once again, enjoying their broadness and the hard feeling
of muscle under her fingers, the way they rippled with each movement. She heard
him unbuckle his belt and brought him down to her, kissing him to keep her mind
off of what was coming. They both knew it was her first time.� She wanted to forget it and he had to
remember it. She took a deep breath as he reached for a seal on his wrist,
pulling something from it. She knew what it was and was thankful for it. As he
put it on, she avoided looking, knowing she would freak if she did.
Sasuke�s hands were back on her, trailing on
her sides, on her hips, inside her thighs, going back up to her breasts,
rubbing and stroking. She was gasping again, her hands scratching his back ever
so slightly. Hinata tensed up when she felt him against her most intimate part.
He was nibbling at her ear again, his hands on her breast, teasing, leaving
them from time to time to roam free on her sides and hips.
Sasuke was breathing hard
as he moved slowly against her; she was shaking as much in apprehension as in
pleasure. She could feel her body opening up to him, getting ready on its own
accord as he slid up and down more and more easily, brushing against her
entrance and the spot that would give her the best sensation. She consciously
parted her legs, bending them at his sides, inviting him closer.
They were both panting and
Sasuke looked so perfect, above her, taut muscles finely designed, his tanned
skin covered on a thin shine. He was cut sharply, feline muscles, narrow hips,
definitely manly, a body made of hard training.�
The way he looked at her, hungry yet gentle and loving, asking
permission. She couldn�t say no because she wanted it, and wanted to give it to
him. Hinata nodded, dragging him down for another kiss, arms tightly around his
neck.
He pushed inside slowly and
she tensed at the pain, his hands teasing her body not quite managing to make
her relax even if she knew it would help. Her nails were digging in his
skin.� That would leave crescent moon
marks for sure. She opened her eyes that she had squeezed shut in pain, as he
kissed her eyelids. He was inside her. It still hurt, but he was inside her and
that thought only: that she was now his, that they were linked, was enough to
have her nod again, allowing him to keep going.
He pulled out slowly.� She bit her lips.� He pushed back in and she felt it was already
better. Then Sasuke started to nibble on her ear again, one hand caressing her breast.
It helped too. She looked up at him only to see him deeply concentrated, brows
furrowed, visibly doing his best to respect her rhythm. She smoothed her hands down
his back, stroking him softly, a cue for him to let go.
Sasuke kissed her again, a
bit clumsily, as he began to move freely, her body getting used to it. He was
puffing in exertion now, moving inside her in languid movements. She moved in
time with him now, welcoming him, her legs slightly up and bent for a better
position. Hinata let her hands trail up and down Sasuke�s
back, scratching when he was deep in her, urging him gently. He kept kissing
and caressing the best he could, slowly losing track, his movements more
distracted, his breath quickening.
Hinata was moaning now,
head thrown back, eyes fluttering close even as she watched Sasuke. All that
power bent and control to please her. She stifled her louder sounds of pleasure
as he started to lose his rhythm, moving faster, and finally as he kissed her
urgently he came still deep inside her. As he went down from his high, he
pulled out, stroking her gently, kissing and nibbling again, until she gave a
gentle sigh of pleasure, her too reaching her peak even if a lower gentler one.
He shuffled in their clothes
for a bit then came back to her, stroking her cheek and coveting her with his
eyes. She smiled shyly, dragging him to her again, and he gently laid against her, wrapping his strong arms around her waist
and his chin resting on her shoulder.
�I love you,� he whispered
in her ear.
�Thank you,� she murmured
her hands holding his.
He chuckled tangling their
legs, pulled a cover down from the couch behind them and wrapped it around
them. Then he took a cushion, making sure Hinata was comfortably installed. He
snuggled back into their former position.
�You don�t have to thank
people for loving you,� he admonished gently.
�Ah, you will have to help
me with that one,� she replied, teasing but hoping just as much.
He snorted, understanding
that sentence for what it was.
�I�ll show you,� he assured
and it was a promise.
oooooooooooooo End ooooooooooooooo
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