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Scissors, Paper, Stone	By : LilMonk Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 6541 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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If two’s a company and three's a crowd, what the hell is four?

A/N: Sorry about the long hiatus. This chapter was the hardest to write. Thankfully, the song 'Ghost of you and Me' by BBMak helped. Inspired by 16th century English matrons telling their daughters to ‘think of England’ on their wedding night. Sex isn't always happy, mutually fulfilling or straightforward simplicity/honesty. Questions should all be answered when this fic is completed. I'd like to think I got Sasuke’s and Hinata’s tricky dynamics right. Of course, feel free to disagree with relevant concrit.

Special thanks to Michelle. *Hands cookie*Your concrit inspired me to go back to re-proofread the 1st chapter, and see if I could improve it.

Italics denotes thoughts. Spoilers for chapter 263.

Scissors cuts Paper

Flipping through volume one of Icha Icha Paradaisu, it was hard to know what to feel. How Kakashi and Naruto saw any worth in this was beyond him. The plot was horrendous, the descriptions too explicit and the terms of endearments used between the main characters were enough to send him into a diabetic coma.

However, awful pulp fiction couldn’t take his mind off the incident more than a month ago. The penchant for cruelty that his brother possessed had resurfaced, when Sasuke was ambushed in the bathroom on his wedding night by the duo that had first sought out Naruto. The taller shark-like man first distracted the groom whose guard had been greatly lowered, allowing Itachi to fully exploit that moment of diversion and brutally knock him out.

On awakening, the gagged ANBU jounin discovered his arms and legs were bound with chakra-strengthened manacles while lying in a field of tall grass. It was impossible to see above a thick barrier of stalks. Being scrutinised by an Akatsuki member, Sasuke had been somewhat unnerved by the leer on a ghastly blue face. That resulted in a condescending smirk as Hoshigaki Kisame 'properly’ introduced himself by saying he preferred men, not boys.

Never had the hours passed so slowly, facing the unknown severely testing steely nerves. Where was he? What was Itachi doing? There was a horrible sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, but the criminal guarding him wouldn’t speak, only watching him with eyes that roamed all over the captive like flies on rotting meat. Discomfort was not helped by sudden action after a long period of waiting, being slung over one shoulder like a bag of potatoes and carried- Back towards the village?

Being unceremoniously dumped on his own doorstep was humiliating, but it was so early in the day that no one was quite awake, save for the patrol squads that had been avoided. The furious avenger was prepared to attack as Kisame dispelled the additional binding jutsu but taunting advice stopped him.

"You might want to see if your bride still has a pulse."

Stunned by the implication of that sentence, the leaf-nin immediately ignored the missing-nin and kicking the front door apart into splinters, dashed towards the master bedroom. On entering, he saw the damage. It was as if a tsunami had hit the room, but what disturbed him most was the seemingly lifeless figure lying bound to bedposts by torn strips of intertwined cloth.

Running over, the sight of unblinking eyes staring blankly to one side and the trance-like state Hinata was in unnerved him. It was obvious what that bastard had done to her but if he had been sadistic enough to use his doujutsu as well… stripping off the blue bathrobe, he pulled on a t-shirt and pants before severing the 'ropes'. Grabbing a blanket that had miraculously managed to remain intact, he wrapped the naked woman in it and carrying her up, headed straight for the Hokage's home.

Tsunade had spent over an hour alone with her, before emerging with a brooding expression. On interro-er, questioning, all she would tell Sasuke was that his wife was psychologically and emotionally fragile at this stage. Treating her with kid gloves was the only thing he could do at this point, and he was advised to assure her that what had happened was something she couldn't prevent.

She couldn’t, but I could have... Looking down, he realised the worn volume was being irreversibly crushed into a mess and threw it towards one corner. The rusty squeak of moving hinges told him Hinata had entered the bedroom.

“I need to shower. Doing the dishes got too soapy."

Giving him a smile, she headed for her closet. Everything felt so unreal, whenever he thought of the start to their first night as an official couple. Watching that one gather a fresh towel and clothing before entering the bathroom, Sasuke could almost believe everything was fine. Almost.

If it were not for the bleak expression in a pallid face on the few occasions when he caught her unawares, the outwardly distant jounin would have felt safe to breach a sensitive subject matter with her. Just what had that craven scum done to her? The look of numbed devastation in those eerily beautiful shuttered windows reminded him of a wasted landscape, her pain rocking Sasuke to the core. He couldn’t ignore that, for it was a twin to the anguish he saw in his own reflection, when he couldn't hold it in.

How one longed for the innocence of those days, before Itachi had paid any attention to him. What can I do? How can I overcome this hurdle?

His own salvation came to mind.

~*~*~*~

"Sasuke-kun, please come back with us-"

"Stop wasting your breath for the hundredth time, Sakura-chan," interrupted the boyishly handsome student of Jiraiya, roguish warmth gone. His words were flat and icy, rivaling the attitude of their ex-team mate. Green irises widened in shock, surprise a temporary precedent to impending anger. Turning his back on a seething jounin, scorn was evident in the follow-up 'explanation' to the girl.

"Forcing him to come with us is useless. He'll just leave again. Save your pity for him instead, the person who is a natural genius among shinobi but an absolute idiot when it comes to reality.”

Was this mature stranger his former best friend, Uzumaki Naruto? It had to be, for no one had the ability to make Uchiha Sasuke so angry in the blink of an eye. A question was softly issued, warning the shorter male that he treaded on dangerous ground.

"Where did you get that theory from... Dobe?"

Turning his head so to glance back at Uchiha Sasuke, whisker markings on a tanned cheek reminded the outstanding Sound-nin of those who were hunting Naruto.

"You think that devious sannin will find the man you’ve sworn to kill, once he has your body? Do you believe he's taught you everything he knows, when he probably wants to be able to take over your body without too much damage if you resist? Did he promise that Uchiha Itachi would die by ‘your’ hands when he's gotten the body he craves, risking dire injury or worse against such a foe? Is he even able to defeat your brother?! I had the bad luck of meeting my pursuer, and..."

Trailing off into nothing, his silence was pregnant with impenetrable sombreness. The fair-skinned male could not resist probing.

"And?"

"And it doesn't matter. I fought, survived and escaped for the sake of the ones I cherish. At least Gaara died fighting for his dream. You're the most selfish jerk I've ever met. Thinking you're the only one in this world with such unbearable pain... when there are others who suffer just as badly in their own way."

Knocking that loud-mouthed moron down was shallow dressing for a deep wound that burned.

"Shut up, Usuratonkachi!"

Sakura was speechless and horrified, debating on what to do. Watching him rise, Naruto straightened defiantly while staring at the threatening figure looming over him. Clear blue eyes showed no emotion, but his voice did.

"Going to him for power to revenge, I can understand. Not leaving, despite knowing what lies ahead and not facing the truth confirms it for me. Since you couldn't be bothered enough to stay, I'll just have to stop caring. I won't bother you again, Uchiha Sasuke."

The revelation in that bitter farewell did not hit home as hard as the finality in his tone. Seeing orange and black-clad shoulders increasing the distance between them, his best friend was reluctantly followed by a pink-headed girl who could not deny the logic Naruto had addressed her with. It horrified the pet favourite of Orochimaru, but not as much as the tears he had seen in those blue eyes.

It was a choice he had to make. But first, he needed to be certain.

Barely able to ward off an impatient sannin in a direct confrontation after being walloped with truth, Sasuke made his escape and left for home. He was back in control of his own life, and his revenge.

~*~*~*~

Taking control... I should be the one, not anybody else. After all, I am her husband. If I can’t even help her, who will?

Now that he thought about it, it had always been others who took the initiative. Naruto. Sakura. Kakashi. Hinata. Always greeting him first, asking how his day was, knocking sense into him when necessary… all the little things he took for granted.

He knew what held him back from this responsibility, though. Memories of one significant dobe, the fear of possibly failing in this marriage bed (with his clan at stake) and the niggling question that persisted: If you do succeed, whose child will it be? Yours... or his? Does it matter?

Sasuke could wait a while longer to be certain if she was pregnant but he didn't want to be faced with a definite answer. Furthermore, seeing her suffer, when it should have been him... Not an innocent bystander mauled by his brother’s sadistic wickedness.

Puffs of steam accompanied the object of his contemplation as she exited the bathroom, trying to towel-dry wet hair that flopped halfway down her back. Observing her and thinking hard, he came up with an idea.

"Hinata, come here."

To others, it would have sounded rude, even condescending. To her, she knew it was his usual brusque manner. Nevertheless, the knowledge didn't lessen her irritation but she did not have the energy to lecture him. Walking over, she stopped and stared down at him, one eyebrow arched in question.

"Lie down on your front."

"???"

Hoping that he wasn't showing any embarrassment, Sasuke smiled reassuringly.

"Your shoulders look tense. I'll bet the muscles in your back are similarly affected. I'll show you a massage technique Naruto and I came up with, back when we were bashing the brains out of one another."

Thoroughly obfuscated, nevertheless she complied while shooting worried looks at him. He wasn’t feeling ill, was he? Her husband was behaving... Well, oddly mellow.

She had to bite back a happy moan at the assuring feel of deft firmness on certain muscles and joints. It was the right mixture of hardness and pressure, bordering on pain but in an expected manner, whereby the sensation was much-needed balm. He really knew what he was doing, and seemed to be able to soothe the correct spots. Wave after wave of satisfaction followed the skilled variation that seemingly produced bubbles of needed relaxation floating through her body.

Sasuke could not resist gloating quietly, as he felt warm flesh beneath his fingers lose their wariness. Working his thumbs into the muscles below the base of her neck (especially where he felt knots), stroking up and over the shoulderblades in a rotating motion, pummelling the slopes of pliant shoulders and stroking the pleasing curve of her spine...

"How was your day?"

That should be my question, Sasuke... Taken aback by the unusual gentleness, she was pensive once more. Pulling herself up, cool fingers cupped his face. Her other hand felt his forehead at the same time.

"You're not delirious, are you?”

Seeing such tender concern wrinkled with worry, one hand closed around questing slimness and brought it to his chest. He took a deep breath.

"It was not your fault."

He could see how rigid his childhood friend became at that statement. The look on her face was something he couldn’t define, but she seemed so... lost. Awkwardly embracing her, he whispered into damp lankness.

"I should have been there. It does not detract from my... regard for you. Did I ever tell you what I thought about your best moment of kindness... about our time of bubbles?"

Neither knew how long they sat there waiting, pondering...

She finally looked up at him, curious about the smile she had detected in his tone.

"No. Tell me."

Brushing away a stray lock of apple-scented softness, his voice was as soothing as pooling honey.

"I was the cool, distant Uchiha..."

~*~*~*~

Standing there under the shade of a large tree, a solitary figure watched the other children run about the large grassy expense and having fun. Throwing balls, skipping, playing with their pets… while he stayed apart from that lot of shared camaraderie.

Four-year-old Uchiha Sasuke was not about to admit he didn’t know how to join in. Heaven forbid that it was possible he was shy. Nii-san would scoff at such a ridiculous notion. Uchihas were confident shinobi that everyone else strove to emulate. Still, that didn't quite explain this inability to interact with other children his age-

"Y-You want to b-blow some bubbles w-with me?"

Nearly falling over at this girl’s daring, he scowled in reflex but that outstretched hand did not waver too much, even as her cheeks went bright red.

The seconds ticked by.

A queer surge of delight shot up his spine, even as Sasuke quickly took the buttercup-yellow bubble-blower from her and puffing up his cheeks, exhaled forcefully as if he were trying to knock down a house.

There was a "pock” sound as his breath busted the thin transparent film adhering to the plastic ring. Resolving not to cringe, he waited for her laughter at his idiocy. Instead, a hand closed over his, guiding the bubble-blower back into the little container of soapy liquid. Then she was bringing it up to her face and holding it away from them both, blew gently.

Transparent air was captured and floating away, hints of green, then pink, then blue… all fleeting metallic shimmers before the bubbles dissolved.

"T-That’s how you do it-”

"Hinata-sama!"

Short bangs falling about the apples of her cheeks, his newfound friend turned to go.

"H-Hinata, your things…”

Refusing the proffered plastic toys gracefully, she gave the youngest Uchiha clan member a shy smile.

"K-keep it. I have more of that to share with others."

"I-I am Uchiha Sasuke.”

"Sasuke's a n-nice name,” came the bashful reply. Then the little girl waved at him, and was running off towards another child with eyes so similar to hers. Leaving a quietly elated boy who did not care that he was alone once more. She hadn’t gone strange on him upon hearing his clan name, and she didn’t seem to have cared about it. She had addressed him.

If I had to pick a girl to always be with, that's what I want. Hinata.

~*~*~*~

"I just... I thought you were shy too.. you were so like me, and I wanted to see you smile. I didn't k-know that... such a small incident would be remembered by you."

He had to smile. How could he not remember? The first time someone had seen him as just another person, before his clan had been... been... Memories never changed. Circumstances did, and it wasn't a girl he wanted to be with for the rest of his life. However, if he had to, she would be the one he chose. Nevermind that thinking about life without Naruto by his side was akin to shoving blazing coals into deep wounds- Stop torturing yourself, Uchiha! Don’t be so selfish and give her this night at least...

"I thought I was w-weak and worthless in your eyes-"

That reminder of his cruelty shamed him. His range of vision had been so narrow, dismissing her as chaff despite what he remembered about her as a child. As a shinobi, he was formidable but as a person... Sasuke knew he had a lot to learn from her.

Wounding Sakura, humiliating Naruto where it hurt most and nearly becoming a mindless slave to an irreversible path of perdition... those were just some of the minor things he had done as a Sound-nin. Yet Hinata had been one of the first to spread the mantle of her impeccable reputation over him, along with his ex-team mates when he had first returned. It had taken over a year for the villagers to stop muttering death threats and act civil towards him, instead of curses and loathing. Then after hearing honesty from Hyuuga Hiashi... he could not bear to refuse. Besides, by agreeing to marry him, she was further advocating faith in him as a Leaf-nin to others. He would not let her down.

"No. True strength takes different forms and is not limited to only one shape. It’s because of variable adaptability that people like Naruto and you exist. For which I’m glad..."

"It's not your fault either, Sasuke-kun..."

Peaceful contentment bathed them once more. Sasuke was feeling generous, and that made him want to be nicer towards her. She had definitely been the right choice. What more could one want in a wife- then he remembered his father’s words. The Uchiha clan is the strongest in all of Konoha. Because of that, we need not fear extermination. He didn't notice the minor stiffening in his own body language.

"Y-you know, if you keep thinking of your clan and duty, it’s possibly the worst bed-mate to have. You're not sleeping with my entire c-clan. Just me.”

It got his attention. The brief spark of liveliness had vanished. There was a hesitant pause. That deceptively frangible profile was now averted as she continued.

"You could... p-pretend. If it helps... I-imagine I'm someone else. It’s not a crime."

It was very tempting. Yet it also felt so wrong. Sasuke had not deceived anyone before in this manner, and he was not about to do so even if he didn’t love her in the manner she deserved. Sliding his fingers beneath smooth paleness, he tipped her chin up so that they were eye to eye.

"There’s more than enough of you to value in itself alone. You're not sleeping with my entire clan. Just me."

Recognising the completed circle, both laughed softly. Noses and foreheads touching, she began to slowly undo the buttons on his pyjamas. He caught hold of her fingers, stilling the movement.

"Let me turn down some of the lights, otherwise it feels as if we have an audience. And save your nightgown for me."

Letting him go to flip the switches, she observed the panther-like grace with which he moved. Cat-quiet yet so sure of himself... somewhat like a certain man… Then he was back and allowing her to remove his clothing. How strange, that one who had almost no qualms about killing could be this gentle with her. She had forgiven him over a certain incident, since Naruto had already done so.

Studying the defined beauty of his torso, she ran her fingers experimentally over fair skin encasing toned muscle and supple bone structure. Moving further upwards to trace aquiline features, the vermilion border of his lip, ebony arch of his eyebrow… looking at such masculine familiarity made her heart ache. Why do you plague me like this; why can’t I even have this time alone with him, without your intrusion...

Staring into eyes the colour of a reflected moon on night-darkened waters, Sasuke could see the evident torment further emphasized by her facial expression. At this moment, he really detested the striking physical resemblance to his older brother. If it didn't bring back enough bad memories for her, well, he wouldn't be surprised. He would have to overcome that by helping her remember they were two extremely different people.

Undoing the front stays of that rose-coloured gown and pushing the thin straps off her shoulders, he took in the sight of a near-naked female for the first time. Magazine pictures didn't count. It was more fascinating than he had anticipated, and he wanted to see more.

Bra and panties lay discarded on top of the other clothing as Sasuke got what he wanted. Gently pushing her back against plump pillows, broad hands explored intriguing terrain as he discovered the differences between a man and woman's body. Soft in places where he was hard, less angular and more curvy... a complement of another type to fit. Apparently, there was more than one key for one lock. Naruto was one kind of combination, but so was she. It would be like comparing apples and oranges. These two people were in totally different categories where he was concerned, physically and emotionally.

Hinata on the other hand, was having a harder time making the distinction between her two comparisons. The way her husband was touching her so boldly only reminded her of his brother, albeit with much less urgency than the latter. She had seen the honesty in Sasuke’s face, and she did not want to deceive him by pretending. Whether she could return his kindness was another thing entirely. I'm so confused...

Her skin was a lighter shade than his, reminding him of snow. The kind you frolicked in and stuffed fistfuls of into your mouth, because it was frowned upon but tasted so refreshing… Pressing his lips to moon-cold crispness, he savoured cool sweetness that was in stark contrast to the usual taste of heated salt. Starting from the dip of her waist, trailing higher to a breast and then to the sloping firmness of her collarbone, before stopping over thin paleness covering an increasing pulse rate...

Something wet touching his cheek stopped him. Pulling himself up so they were face to face, he saw the glistening trickle from large eyes displaying... fear? Sorrow? Uncertainty? Doubt re-assailed him at that moment. Was he capable of this? Fuck his pompous pride, he decided to appeal to her and let down his guard.

"Hinata, I need your help. I can’t do this alone... I'm not sure of how to get it right..."

That snapped his reluctant wife out of the fog she was in, and seeing the anguish in those dark eyes gave her an epiphany. He's suffering too, blaming himself for what happened. If I tell him the truth, it's the end of us. I'm not going to be so selfish, when he's hurting as badly in his own way...Smiling tenderly up at him, one hand rubbed his cheek as she teased him.

"You can always start by showing me how to kiss properly... and hopefully you're not too bad at it..."

Despite the tears in those eyes like misted moonlight, he detected the weak attempt at light-heartedness and decided to take her up on it. It wasn't hard to act offended.

"Bad at kissing?! It would be bad if all I could do was this-"

Nipping clumsily at the sublime curve of her ear lobe, he followed up by bumping their noses together as he ‘tried’ to kiss her lips but got her chin instead. Then it was a deliberately bungled game of connect-the-dots at points, such as missing the tip of her nose and the corner of her eye. Tickling her around the ribs nearly made her choke on her laughter. The light-hearted sound was pure sweetness in itself.

“That would be an amateur. But this-"

Breaking off so that half-lidded eyes gazed into an amused expression, the sudden sharp focus on parted lips changed the atmosphere between the two from playful to... indecipherable suspense. Then he was lowering his head, warm breath heating her lips as his tone deepened to send a shiver down her spine.

"Is an entirely different ball-game..."

Closing his mouth over hers, he pulled her abruptly against him. Both parties were learning how much one could please the other, as mutual enjoyment was established. Yet there was something lacking, the spark that burned only with another...

Slipping one hand down over firm flatness towards crisp, curling black hair, she found her objective and grasping it firmly, began to slide four fingers up and down the relaxed length while sporadically pressing the tip with the padded flesh of her thumb. Temari had mentioned trying that when talking about relations between Shikamaru and her, making the bashful ex-Hyuuga blush. The advice didn't seem to be in vain, as she heard Sasuke exhale abruptly.

Feeling his limpness become harder and larger, she broke the kiss and began licking and nibbling at the spot on his throat right above his pulse… something she had learnt from that other person. He was now pressing himself more urgently against her, hands sliding beneath her hips. Pulling herself upwards so that her nose was level with his forehead and opening her legs wider for him, Hinata eased his stiff restlessness inside her.

Involuntarily closing her eyes at the expected yet somehow alien friction, rounding her hips against his made him gasp. Then he was learning her rhythm and taking over, establishing the pace.

The stress of worrying was gone. Granted, she was not as tight or volatile in response as his kitsune but that didn’t lessen the sheer pleasure he was experiencing. Closing his teeth on the skin over her windpipe and biting down, Sasuke was throwing in an element of danger that merely heightened the intensity of their coupling. Drawing blood to that reddening area but not breaking the delicate tissue, her remembered response was to arch her neck, further exposing fragility while offering herself to him in the most primitive sense.

That move was so similar to- Lost in the flood of memories that her gesture evoked, everything blended into an indistinguishable blur, except for one thing that stood out as clearly as a beacon in his mind. Echoing over and over and helping him reach the echelons of absolute bliss and remorse. Naruto-Naruto-Naruto...

Thankfully, Sasuke was so engrossed in the ecstasy and fusion of past and present, he did not hear the despairingly whispered name that fell from kiss-swollen lips.

“Itachi..."

The crushing guilt of failed honesty scalded as strongly as the sticky feel of her husband climaxing in her arms. That man had ruined her where all others were concerned. Listening to his ragged breathing regaining normality, she was relieved and mortified with herself. The oblivious satisfaction on that dreamily handsome face was an apt reflection of what he said, nearly sounding like a purr.

"Let's try it again."

She nodded in agreement. This time, she would try to get the name right.

~*~*~*~

Approximately seven months later, Hinata gave birth to a healthy baby boy.

Definitions for less popular words

Dobe: literally ‘dead last’

Doujutsu: Eye/pupil ability eg. The Sharingan

Nii-san: Older brother

Usuratonkachi: Very insulting way of implying that someone’s a dimwit ie. Idiot.
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