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It was the second time he had gathered her in his arms, and she was just as unappreciative as she had been the first.
He dropped down to the ground and rested her against the tree, wondering whether he should have been peeved that Hyuuga Hinata had bitten him.
The Hyuuga. Hinata. She was...
Very odd, Sasuke decided, touching his neck and feeling...
He scratched the back of his head, which was something he never did, so quickly dropped his arm to his side.
Her head stayed upright for a moment, before dropping listlessly, her hair hanging down to conceal the bruises on her neck.
He was aware that the Hyuuga had weirdly marked him in a way, and he felt offended, but also a myriad of other things that he refused to attempt to identify. His sharingan had activated at some point between the bite and the release, and he couldn’t deactivate it, though he tried.
The sun was getting low in the sky, and he deeply wanted to go home for some reason, yet it didn't seem right to leave her alone, unconscious, in the forest.
When he shook her, attempting to wake her, he noticed her flushed her skin was, her clothing moist with sweat. She seemed feverish. He began to remove her heavy jacket, but paused at the sight of her tanktop, and closed it again. He felt guilty exposing her, not because she was wearing anything inappropriate beneath, but because she was more developed than other kunoichi, and tended to be discreet about it.
He absently scratched the back of his head again.
He'd already acknowledged the fact that he was attracted to her, but that attraction was meaningless because she wasn't Kasai's mother.
If it hadn't been for Kasai, who had instigated his notice of Hinata, as well as those private meetings in Shikamaru's classroom, he wouldn't have even known Hyuuga Hinata. He wouldn't have been attracted to her – physically – attracted.
If anything, he should have been staying away from the girl, far away.
Because he might have just...possibly...tried to kiss her.
And she had bitten him – bitten him.
But doubt was something they had in common.
He watched her stir, and kneeled down in front her.
He'd been reluctant to strike Hinata – not that he was getting soft or anything – but she had looked sick all day. He wasn't kind, but he wasn't cruel. There were dark dashes beneath her eyes as though she hadn't been sleeping. At times she'd been barely conscious of the fight, absorbed in her own thoughts.
He watched her eyes open. Ghost white, narrowed with dizziness...utterly adorable.
What if it wasn't Sakura?
Doubt. That doubt. He was wrong to grab hold of it. He should have snuffed it out.
Her eyes finally focused on his, and he took her chin before she could say anything. "I want you to speak to me," he said, watching her. "And then..." he trailed off, disordered and he didn't know why. "And then..."
They were suddenly very close, and Hinata wasn't pulling away this time. Rather...she was closing her eyes. He could feel her breath pressing his lips-
And then he heard the whispers of bodies in the leaves.
Sasuke pulled away, looking at the sky, the grass, anywhere but her. From the corner of his eye he watched Hinata draw her knees and lower her face to her hands, deeply blushing.
Someone landed beside them. Kakashi, glancing curiously from one to the other.
Sasuke straightened. What the hell were they doing?
He wondered if Sakura would heal him, but then dismissed the idea, and tugged his collar up.
Then he wondered if the bite would leave a scar, after which his uneasiness increased exponentially.
He reminded himself that it had been an attack, and nothing to be em…embarrassed about. It was all just part of the spar. Hinata had been testing out the assault, as she had every right to. If anything, he was at fault for falling victim to an established kunoichi finishing-move. The more time he spent in Konoha, the more Sasuke was becoming acquainted with the weaknesses of his gender. The fault was his, he couldn't push it on her-he had allowed the Hyuuga to get too close.
I learned something today, Sasuke mused, and it wasn't often that he did. He should have been appreciative.
She was flushed and sweaty, her skin burning, as though she was feverish with stress. He had tried taking her jacket off, but had stopped at seeing the tank top she was wearing beneath it, not because it was inappropriate, but because she was more developed than most other girls, and timid about it, and it…really wasn't his place to expose her.
Fucking Hyuuga. He scratched his head as he paced, but then pocked his hands, but then folded his arms across his chest.
Maybe it was worth it to acknowledge that she made him uncomfortable. Maybe this was actually...progress.
He mostly found interest in Genzai Hinata based on her subtle similarities to Kasai, and the fleeting glimpses of her body that served as a distraction during training. He considered both of these things to be tangible reasons to pursue the girl, things he could tabulate like math on one of the academy chalkboards. But when he added in these uncomfortable feelings, things got harder to explain. He had experienced fleeting glimpses of it around Hinata in their past encounters, but it had been nothing like this present barrage of it that unnerved and repelled him. The uncomfortable feelings, as he deemed them, were presently dominating him, if evidenced by his current mental distress. Pragmatism had flown out the window by that point as he considered vital differences between the two versions of the woman.
Mirai Hinata was an enigma. He could put his fascination for her into words. She was calculating, strong, aloof and threatening. The way she carried herself was what drew him in, and there was no denying that they were compatible.
Genzai Hinata was small, feeble, pitiable, and pathologically shy. There was no logic in what set her apart. Yet she was the one who made his heart pound. She was significant in an ineffable, queasy, alarming way, that left him mentally imploding, as he paced there, fidgeting like a school child. What was this, anxiety? He didn't like it. He wanted no part of this shit.
Sasuke abruptly stopped and faced the unconscious Hyuuga. "I would have never noticed you if it wasn't for Kasai," he stated flatly. The sharingan revolved. He was not sure when it had activated, and couldn't have shut it off had he tried. He wondered if this was what was meant when people spoke of Uchihas being emotional. But he shoved these thoughts aside, and continued to try to rationalize.
Before Kasai, he had not known Hinata's name. Before Kasai, she had been irrelevant. Perhaps he was mistaken in assuming that Hinata was the child's mother. Perhaps it was a mix-up with a girl who wouldn't flee, or bite, or rouse anxiety.
Much as he tried to distance himself from the uncomfortable feelings, he forced himself to stay put. It was then that Hinata stirred, and awoke, her white eyes lifting. Sasuke knelt down to face her, and their gazes locked.
"You bit me," he said icily.
"S-sorry," she said, her face still flushed. She was giving him the same foggy look as before. He attributed it to weariness, but then she trembled somewhat.
"I want you to speak to me," he said impatiently. "And then..." he trailed off, not sure why the distance between them was decreasing, their eyes half-lidded, and the Hyuuga's lips shining. "And then..." He felt her breath pressing his face, warm, and short, and surrendering.
He heard the whispers of bodies in the leaves. The two looked up as figures appeared in the surrounding branches. Hinata drew up her knees and blushed deeply. Sasuke climbed back up to his feet.
Kakashi landed lightly beside them, glanced curiously from one to the next. "I said no doujutsu." He raised a brow to Sasuke's glowing eyes.
Sasuke ignored him, pocked his hands, and stared off.
Working Jumble of a Scene:
He entertained the concept of asking Sakura to heal him, but at the thought of her mortified expression, Sasuke unconsciously tugged up his conveniently high collar. It didn’t seem appropriate to show Sakura the cut. Sasuke lightly shook his head and reminded himself that it was an injury, not a mark.
The Hyuuga’s bite had been a physical, and possibly psychological, assault. It was a dated kunoichi-finishing-move intending to tear an artery from the neck. In this case, it had simply left Sasuke jarred. The sensation of the Hyuuga’s lips on his sensitive skin was not anything he had ever…ever…experienced before.
He tried to divert his thoughts, and fight down the unfamiliar heat rising towards his face. He wondered whether he had issues with fighting women, now. Perhaps Hinata could help him with that…
If anything, he was at fault for falling victim to the known kunoichi finishing-move, and it introduced flaws on his part that he would have to address in his subsequent kunoichi-encounters. It seemed the more time he spent in Konoha, the more he was becoming acquainted with the weaknesses of his gender, though he shouldn’t have begrudged it. It was possibly…to his benefit. At least I learned something today, Sasuke mused, shifting his gaze to the dimming sky. He deeply wanted to leave, but not if it would validate his vulnerabilities, and not if it would leave the Hyuuga alone in the woods and unconscious.
She was flushed and sweaty, her skin burning, as though she was feverish with stress. He had tried taking her jacket off, but had stopped at seeing the tank top she was wearing beneath it, not because it was inappropriate, but because she was more developed than most other girls, and timid about it, and it…really wasn’t his place.
Fucking Hyuuga. He scratched his head as he paced, but then pocked his hands, but then folded his arms across his chest.
Maybe it was worth it to acknowledge that she made him uncomfortable. Maybe this was actually…progress.
He mostly found interest in Genzai Hinata based on her subtle similarities to Kasai, and the fleeting glimpses of her body that served as a distraction during training. He considered both of these things to be tangible reasons to pursue the girl, things he could tabulate like math on one of the academy chalkboards. But when he added in these uncomfortable feelings, things got harder to explain. He had experienced fleeting glimpses of it around Hinata in their past encounters, but it had been nothing like this present barrage of it that unnerved and repelled him. The uncomfortable feelings, as he deemed them, were presently dominating him, if evidenced by his current mental distress. Pragmatism had flown out the window by that point as he considered vital differences between the two versions of the woman.
Mirai Hinata was an enigma. He could put his fascination for her into words. She was calculating, strong, aloof and threatening. The way she carried herself was what drew him in, and there was no denying that they were compatible.
Genzai Hinata was small, feeble, pitiable, and pathologically shy. There was no logic in what set her apart. Yet she was the one who made his heart pound. She was significant in an ineffable, queasy, alarming way, that left him mentally imploding, as he paced there, fidgeting like a school child. What was this, anxiety? He didn’t like it. He wanted no part of this shit.
Sasuke abruptly stopped and faced the unconscious Hyuuga. “I would have never noticed you if it wasn’t for Kasai,” he stated flatly. The sharingan revolved. He was not sure when it had activated, and couldn’t have shut it off had he tried. He wondered if this was what was meant when people spoke of Uchihas being emotional. But he shoved these thoughts aside, and continued to try to rationalize.
Before Kasai, he had not known Hinata’s name. Before Kasai, she had been irrelevant. Perhaps he was mistaken in assuming that Hinata was the child’s mother. Perhaps it was a mix-up with a girl who wouldn’t flee, or bite, or rouse anxiety.
Much as he tried to distance himself from the uncomfortable feelings, he forced himself to stay put. It was then that Hinata stirred, and awoke, her white eyes lifting. Sasuke knelt down to face her, and their gazes locked.
“You bit me,” he said icily.
“S-sorry,” she said, her face still flushed. She was giving him the same foggy look as before. He attributed it to weariness, but then she trembled somewhat.
“I want you to speak to me,” he said impatiently. “And then…” he trailed off, not sure why the distance between them was decreasing, their eyes half-lidded, and the Hyuuga’s lips shining. “And then…” He felt her breath pressing his face, warm, and short, and surrendering.
He heard the whispers of bodies in the leaves. The two looked up as figures appeared in the surrounding branches. Hinata drew up her knees and blushed deeply. Sasuke climbed back up to his feet.
Kakashi landed lightly beside them, glanced curiously from one to the next. “I said no doujutsu.” He raised a brow to Sasuke’s glowing eyes.
Sasuke ignored him, pocked his hands, and stared off.
