章節 68: Chapter 68
-Sasuke's POV-
The number of mistakes I've made with Hinata since we began dating is beginning to make me question my intellect. Not only did I act like a jealous prick again, but when I realized she was upset, I all but seduced her rather than listen.
As sexy as the encounter was, being given the rare opportunity to see Hinata both aroused and angry, I know I fucked up. I took advantage of a moment of weakness to avoid having a difficult conversation.
Now, Hinata's even more hurt. I know because the moment we were done, she locked herself in the bathroom without as much as a second glance in my direction. The Hyuuga didn't come back out, either, until I left her room. When I checked later, both doors were locked: her not-so-subtle way of making it clear she didn't want to see me for the rest of the night.
As I lay alone in bed, trying to ignore how cold it seemed without a familiar curvaceous body cuddling up to my side, I distracted myself by thinking about what'd happened at my father's mansion earlier today. Itachi had called me, saying Fugaku demanded my attendance at some meeting that was to be held, but when I showed up, my brother was the only person not surprised.
The meeting was as dull as any other, and I didn't pay attention to anything said. Instead, I spent my time juggling my father's glare, Toneri's smug grin, and shooting my own glare at Itachi for getting me into the mess. The Otsutsuki man's father, whose name I can't be bothered to remember, Hiashi Hyuuga, and a few other big names in the business world were also present.
After a dreadful two and a half hours, the meeting finally ended, and Itachi managed to excuse us before anyone could find a reason to prevent it. Irritated and feeling stuffy in the suffocating aura of my dad's giant home, I loosened my tie and accepted a glass of whisky from my brother when he pulled me into his personal office and poured us both one, "What the hell am I doing here, Itachi?"
The man froze with his glass to his lips and a look of disbelief, "Are you joking, little brother? Did you not pay attention to anything said in that meeting?"
I quickly tossed back the entire glass, sitting it down on the blackwood desk harder than intended, "Do I look like I'm in a joking mood? What kind of scheme are you playing at this time?"
Itachi's brow twitched in annoyance, and he, too, finished his glass but sat it down more calmly. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then reopened them so his expression could morph into one of confidence and maybe even bravado, "I got you here for your own sake, but since you seem intent on only seeing me as an enemy, then that's what I shall be."
Rolling my eyes, I scoffed, "You're so fucking dramatic. I'm going home." I crossed the room but froze with a hand on the doorknob when he spoke again, stunning me completely.
"I'm going to do everything in my power to make Hinata fall in love with me."
A fire lit within my stomach, and I turned slowly, fixing him with a threatening glare, "Like hell you are."
Gone were Itachi's faux smiles and polite charades. Instead, he came to stand tall before me with an expression as serious as if he'd just made me aware of someone's death, "Think about it, Sasuke. It makes sense for us to get together; we're both firstborns. I bet Father would arrange our marriage if I asked for it."
In a blink, a handful of his shirt was in my fist, and I pulled him closer so I could hiss angrily at his stupid, stoic face, "If you have a problem with me, then that's between us. Leave her out of it."
"You don't deserve her. You're not even trying to protect her."
Just like during the last dinner party that I saw him at, he spoke as though she was in danger, which led me to believe him somewhat.
"What the fuck are you talking about, Itachi? The only thing she needs protection from is you!"
The man stepped back, and I released his shirt, sensing the tense air release slightly, "I'm not offering you help again. This was the last time. Now leave before I have security remove you."
After leaving, thoroughly confused and pissed off, I went home, only to find out from Sakura that Hinata was on a date. That made me angrier, and I stewed in my ire upstairs, pacing back and forth in my room for nearly an hour before my girlfriend finally arrived, her date in tow. I listened, blood pressure steadily rising, to her and Deidara converse as casually as though they'd been friends for years.
Once he was gone and she returned to her bedroom, I went over, intending to ask if she'd like to have a drink because I had a rough day. She likely did, too, since the Akatsuki man's personality is akin to Ino's, and the blonde woman often wears Hinata down if she's around for too long. The moment I saw her, though, my mind went blank.
Hinata looked beautiful, even cuter than usual. She wore a short black skirt. The rest of the outfit didn't matter because that alone was enough to make me see red. That long-haired asshole got to show her off in public while she looked like that?
I was jealous. I was so envious that I couldn't think straight. And why did Hinata feel the need to make herself more appealing for him? She's my girlfriend, not his.
I shook it away as soon as that thought crossed my mind because it was unbearably toxic.
My jealousy remained, though, and I lost control when she finished hiding all the shit he probably bought her. Only when we moved to the bed, and she tried to shove me back, Yugao's name on her lips, did I finally recognize the situation.
I'd hurt her feelings by being too casual about all of this, and I'm an awful boyfriend for not realizing it until then. For fuck's sake, I didn't even give her a warning. The guilt that washed over me when I pictured her reaction to finding out by seeing a photo of me with another woman was too overwhelming, and I ran from it by pulling the strings of her body. I knew how and knew it'd work, so I didn't hesitate. Only afterward, when the lust was gone, did Hinata figure out what I'd done and why I'd done it.
I cursed myself, rolling onto my side and glaring into the black of my lightless room. A dozen times, at least, I've warned myself not to be selfish with Hinata, not to treat her like any woman I've ever encountered. Here I am, though, fucking up once more. She almost yelled at me earlier, saying she was pissed, so I know I made a mistake.
Why didn't she try to talk to me all week about this, though? Of all the ups and downs of our relationship, honesty has become one of the most important things to us both, so I don't understand why she didn't pull me aside and tell me how she was feeling. It's not like I'm trying to shift the blame to her because I should've paid closer attention and realized it alone, but it's not like Hinata to hold back like this. Maybe it was when we first started dating, but not anymore.
Thinking about her won't help me sleep, so I rolled over to my other side and picked up my phone, intending to scroll through some social media apps until sleep took me over. My anger only reignited when my xstagram inbox was full of tags and links to numerous slanderous and hurtful posts and even entire websites dedicated to bashing Hinata.
Sitting up, I immediately began reporting them, one by one, hoping they would be taken down and deleted before she could see them. She's been abused like this her entire life. After hurting her as I did, the last thing I want to do is leave her vulnerable to even more damage.
Tomorrow, as soon as I get a chance, I'm going to apologize, sober this time, and hope she forgives me. I never want her to look at me with that heartbroken, enraged expression from earlier again. I can't keep fucking up like this. I have to do better.
-Hinata's POV-
I don't know what to do or what to say to Sasuke. What he just did, it feels like I was taken advantage of or something. Tears welled in my eyes as I washed my hair, falling only when I squeezed them shut and sighed defeatedly.
Yes, he hurt my feelings just then, but that's not why I'm crying. No, these tears are because I know it's not just his fault. I could've stopped him at any point, and he'd listen, but I didn't. Rather than make him stop the moment I realized he knew what he'd done wrong, I let things unfold the way they did.
Now look at us. I'm taking maybe the longest shower in my life just to be sure he gets the hint that I can't face him, and he's out there in one of our rooms, likely cursing himself and me for what just happened.
I only saw his face briefly when I pushed him off me when we were done, but it was enough. Sasuke regrets his actions as much as I do mine, so where does that leave us? We're both in the wrong. Neither of us is solely at fault.
For the life of me, I can't bring myself to blame him all that much. We've gotten closer to the point where he expects me to speak up if something's wrong. Even though he knew I was upset, our relationship has always been like this: Sasuke pushes my shyness to its limits, and I stop him if I can't handle something.
There was something different about him earlier, though. His aura was off, more reckless or dark than usual, as though he wasn't thinking straight. Maybe he wasn't, and it really is my fault. All I do know is that we need to spend the night apart to sort out our thoughts, or else one or both of us will say something we don't mean or lose our cool.
After the lengthy shower, I returned to my room, locked my doors, and brought my laptop over to the bed so I could watch cheesy romance movies for the remainder of the evening in an attempt to comfort myself. Sasuke didn't even try to come over, meaning I was correct in assuming we were on the same page.
Maybe half an hour into the first movie of what would likely be a marathon, my phone began to ring. I paused the laptop, frowning at Itachi Uchiha's name on my phone's screen. Usually, I'd be happy to hear from him, but right now, I only want to self-isolate.
Not wanting to be rude, especially since he may be reaching out to me because Sasuke's not answering, I clicked the little green button, "Hello?"
"Sorry for calling out of the blue, Hinata, but I wanted to make sure you were alright," The elder Uchiha brother's voice was as velvety and charming as usual. "Sasuke was rather upset when he left the compound. He didn't take it out on you, did he? I know how he can get."
Tears welled in my eyes as I was reminded of what transpired earlier, and I could've cursed when my voice wavered, "I-I'm okay. Thank you for your concern."
There was a long pause before he sighed knowingly, "I'd hoped to have been wrong." I began denying his accusation, but he cut me off, "I'm mostly to blame since I'm the one who angered him. Please allow me to make it up to you. Can I take you to dinner, or maybe just coffee if you're uncomfortable with that?"
Shaky fingers wiped at my wet cheeks, "You don't have to do that. I'm fine, really."
Another long pause came, and the man's stubborn tone surprised me, "Hinata, I can tell you're crying. I'll gladly come over and punish my little brother for treating you so poorly. If I leave now, I'll make it before dark."
A small laugh passed my lips, and I shook my head, trying to picture how awful that encounter would be to witness, "I'm pretty sure he's beating himself up enough already."
Itachi sounded genuinely concerned, then, "What happened?"
I froze, mouth half-open.
He came again when I couldn't find a response, sounding slightly more worried, "Hinata, what did he do? Did he hurt you?"
The kind of "hurt" he spoke of wasn't what happened, so I frantically reassured him, "N-No! Nothing like that! We just…W-We both messed something up. It's my fault, too." Itachi didn't reply, so I continued more confidently, "Everything will be fine. I'm sure we'll talk in the morning and make up, so please don't worry."
Another sigh emitted from the phone, and the man finally accepted my response, "Even so, I'd like to see for myself. Will you meet with me sometime this week? There's something I want to speak with you about, as well, regarding my little brother."
At first, I was deadset on turning him down until he said it was about Sasuke. Then I agreed, "U-Um…. Sure, okay. I-Is it appropriate to text you once I figure out when I have time?"
"Yes. Please do, Hinata. Goodnight." I offered him a generic response, and the odd phone call was complete.
I frowned at the screen, staring at his name as my mind reeled. What could he possibly want to talk to me about, especially regarding Sasuke? My eyes darted to the closed bathroom door in shock. Did he tell Itachi that we're dating?! Of all the people he'd confide in, Itachi wasn't one of them. At least, that's what I thought. Maybe I was wrong, and they're closer than they appear.
The following day, I groggily rubbed my eyes as I stepped into the bathroom, only to freeze when I realized that my boyfriend was entering at the exact same time, his expression just as stunned as mine. As we searched one another's faces, my pulse quickened, and I sensed that his did, too.
At the same time, again, we took another step toward one another and said, "I'm sorry!"
Blush warmed my cheeks, but Sasuke's brow furrowed, "Why are you apologizing? I was the asshole."
I stepped closer, and he finally wrapped his arms around me but continued glaring, "I didn't stop you, and I should've." Those dark eyes narrowed further, but I cut him off before he could argue, "S-Sasuke, please. I don't want to fight, not with you."
The Uchiha man seemed stunned but nodded after a moment, "I was a dick. You can hit me if you want."
I pressed my forehead to his chest, and he rested his chin atop my hair, arms tightening around me. Rather than stay on the topic of punishing him, I mumbled tearfully, "I-I-I didn't sleep well without you…."
"...Me either."
That's when I realized his hands were trembling ever so slightly. I turned my head to the side, pressing my ear to his chest to hear how quickly his heart was pumping. Is this…? I was speaking before I realized it, "Are you alright?"
Knowing Sasuke as well as I do, I stayed put in our embrace because he's more likely to respond sincerely if he doesn't have to meet my eye. That said, he didn't say anything at all and simply tightened his hold around me. I returned his hug, encouraging him to tell me what he was thinking.
The longer the silence drew along, the faster his pulse became before he finally admitted in a half-irritated half-concerned tone, "I thought you'd want to break things off."
Then I was pulling back to look at his face regardless of if he liked it. As I searched his eyes in disbelief, I found evidence of his claim of not sleeping well. His skin was pale except under his eyes, where it was dark, as though he hadn't gotten a wink of rest. The Uchiha man was too tired to completely keep his composed facade up, giving me a glimpse of his internal panic via the glint in his eye and tension in his mouth and brow.
My chest ached as I realized he wasn't trying to exploit my empathy. Sasuke really was worried I'd dump him because of what happened. The man standing before me is scared. He's afraid of losing me, and even more so of the fact that he cares about anyone enough for it to affect him like this.
I fought tears, my voice wavering heavily as I shook my head. I don't know if it was the uncharacteristic vulnerability he was showing or if I'd personally grown somehow, but I made my feelings crystal clear, "Listen carefully. I'm not going to abandon ship just because we got in one little fight. D-Don't you know you mean more than that to me?"
Sasuke's eyes widened, but his jaw flexed as though he was actively biting back some kind of natural response he wanted to give.
My face warmed, and I found it impossible to keep holding his intense gaze, but I continued with my eyes averted bashfully to his shirt, "I-I know you're uncomfortable talking about this kind of thing, so I-I-I'll just tell you this once. I'm serious about you, Sasuke. You don't have to-" "Me, too."
My eyes shot up to meet his in surprise, "H-Huh?"
To my shock, a slight color met the man's cheeks, and he averted his gaze, "I said me, too, so stop being so damn corny, Hyuuga." Then he pulled me against him in a tighter hug so I couldn't stare at his face anymore.
The very next day, we were given the news that all of our lessons and responsibilities for Thursday were canceled. We have a big concert on Friday night at LMC, our first reappearance since debuting. It'll have the biggest crowd of any performance we've done to date.
Tenten also subtly announced via the group chat that the house she purchased was finally furnished and that she'll be throwing a housewarming party that very night. I was sure she'd get a condo or something similar within city limits. Instead, she purchased a classic-style mansion about twenty minutes out of Konoha, surrounded by a massive forest. As odd as the decision seemed, our mentor swears the home couldn't be more perfect, even if she designed it herself. At least she's happy.
Back on the topic of our day off on Thursday, Sakura immediately came up with the idea of going to the beach. Since it's already August, Summer is almost over. We've been so caught up in our careers, relationship drama, and everything else that we haven't even gone swimming much less visited a beach.
So, come Thursday morning, I awoke to a text message from Itachi asking if I'd forgotten about scheduling a time to meet. Consequently, I panicked and invited him to join us at the beach, leading us to the present. As awkward as can be, I sat between the two Uchiha brothers as they bickered quietly.
We each sat on our towels under Konoha Beach's large umbrellas as we waited for everyone else to arrive. Sakura and Gaara pointedly ignored us by busying themselves with setting up a volleyball net, casting the three of us sneaky glances occasionally. The Akatsuki boys, Tenten, Neji, Ino, Sai, and Karin, should join us and arrive any minute.
"Won't you give Hinata and I a moment alone to speak, little brother? I came here to see her, after all."
I rested my forehead against my bent knees and sighed as Sasuke bit back, "Itachi, go home before you really piss me off."
"Hinata, would you like me to help you put on some sunscreen? I'd hate for your fair skin to get burnt," Itachi completely ignored his little brother's order.
Sasuke didn't give me a chance to turn him down, "Quit looking for excuses to touch her, you creep."
An excited cheer came in the distance, and I raised my head to look over and see everyone else had arrived. The Akatsuki boys were in one vehicle, and everyone else was in another. Sighing in relief that an excuse to leave the tense situation had risen, I wordlessly got to my feet and bowed slightly to the two Uchiha men, mainly to Itachi, who might view it as rude if I didn't, before hurrying away.
Sakura and Gaara joined me halfway between where the umbrellas were and the parking lot, the pinkette whispering under her breath, "What's the story? Why's Itachi even here?"
I shrugged, lying through my teeth, but not entirely, "He said he wanted to m-meet up, so I invited him."
She looked back at the brothers, and I followed her gaze. They were still arguing, but we couldn't hear their words anymore. "Maybe that wasn't a good idea."
I nodded, feeling almost as awkward as I had when I'd been sitting between the men in question, "Y-Yeah. I think you're right."
Gaara piped up, surprising us both, "I think he's trying to piss off Sasuke by getting close to you. Doesn't it seem that way?"
Sakura and I shared a look, her recovering more quickly and gasping loudly, "Oh my God! What if he's not doing it just to piss him off?"
I frantically made dismissive motions with my hands, "N-N-No! That can't be true! We've known each other for years, that's all. I-I think he just wants to be friends and tease his b-b-brother!"
This time, my two bandmates shared a look, but no one said anything else on the topic because our group of friends met us halfway, and we had to greet them. Tenten hugged me tightly as we headed back toward the Uchiha boys, "Why're you still dressed, Hina? You've gotta be burning up in all that clothing!"
It's true. The sun was high in the sky and beating heavily against my thin, long-sleeved shirt and shorts over my bikini. Everyone else was either solely in their bathing suits or undressing to be so, minus Itachi, who still had a shirt on with his trunks. It'd surprise me if he took it off, too. He's much more concerned with his family's public perception than Sasuke, so he's more reserved when out and about.
For me, it's because I know paparazzi are sneaking about, even if I can't see them. I'm not blind to what's been going on online. Hating on me has been a trend since that photo of Sasuke and me on our date was leaked. The last thing I want to do is give anyone the opportunity to dig their claws into my biggest insecurity: my body.
It's been a real struggle ignoring all the photos, posts, and websites whose only intention is to hurt me, but I've managed so far. Mostly, I just stay off of my phone as much as possible.
Once we rejoined the Uchiha men, I helped Karin by spraying sunscreen onto her back. She mused above the comfortable chatter of our friends, "It's been so long since all of us hung out, Hinata! Are you going to Tenten's party tomorrow?"
I nodded when she turned after I finished, smiling calmly, "You are, too?"
She shrugged sheepishly, "You know me. I love a good party." Things can still get a little uncomfortable between us after the years we spent being enemies, but I'd say we're friends for the most part.
Tenten shooed Sasuke away when I sat back on my towel, hissing, "You know damn well you can't be that close out in public right now." Sasuke glared at our mentor but obeyed, offering his brother and me an irritated glance before jogging out to help Sakura and Gaara finish up with the volleyball net in silence.
Once everyone got situated, Itachi and I were left under the umbrellas as we watched the others play ball or enter the water. It was silent between us for nearly fifteen minutes before I broke it, "W-What did you want to tell me?"
The man didn't respond, making me turn to see he was looking at me with an odd, unreadable expression. It was one I didn't expect and didn't seem to fit the situation, almost like he was angry or upset about something. Still, he quickly shook it away and offered his usual charming smile, "I understand there's a bit of a public relations issue happening for Evolution involving you and my brother. Should I sit further away? I'd hate to worsen things."
I shook my head, wrapping my arms loosely around my knees and averting my gaze back onto the other Uchiha brother, watching him expertly play volleyball with the others, "No, that's alright. Kakashi and Tenten encouraged us to be seen with o-other people, anyway." It's not like he was sitting up against me, but he was still within arm's length.
"I see. That's a clever tactic. I hope it works."
Resting my chin on my knees, an almost sad aura came over me as I continued to watch Sasuke. From the start, I knew we'd have to deal with this kind of thing, hiding our relationship from the public, but that doesn't make it any easier.
"If you'll forgive my bluntness, I'd like to confess." Itachi pulled me from my longing thoughts. Turning so that my cheek rested against my knees and I met his steady gaze, I offered my full attention.
His lips twitched slightly into a frown, and his voice mismatched his words in an almost uncomfortable way, "Over the past year, I've had the pleasure of meeting you many times, and I must admit to having my initial opinion of you altered."
I sat straight, unsure of where this was headed, but he continued.
"Forgive me for agreeing with the public's perception of you back then, before you left home. You are not weak or untalented. In fact, your passion and dedication to your work are so inspiring that even my idiot little brother has been affected."
I blushed at the mention of Sasuke, "T-That's not-" "What I mean to say is that I've become interested in you, Hinata. If you grant me permission, I would like to take you on a date."
My mouth fell open slightly in disbelief, and my eyes unintentionally drifted to his younger brother.
Itachi must've taken my hesitation for something that it wasn't because he began reassuring me, "I know what this must sound like, given my reputation with women, but I promise to be a gentleman. I'll treat you with respect; you have my word."
Typically, such open and honest words would make me blush, but his tone and aura were off. All of this felt rehearsed and insincere, leaving me trying to figure out his goal with this confession. "I-Itachi, I…. I-I'm sorry. I'm flattered, but I'm not interested in that kind of relationship with you. P-Please forgive me."
Dark eyes, so close to the ones I've fallen in love with, studied my face carefully, "Allow me to take you out on a single date. It'd be dishonorable to you and my feelings to give up after a sole attempt to steal your heart from my brother."
Blush heated my face, almost hotter than the sun, and I glanced frantically between where everyone else was still enjoying themselves, "T-That's-! I-Itachi, how…? You can't-" "Please don't misunderstand me. Sasuke didn't tell me anything; even if he did, I wouldn't speak a word of it to another soul. I simply want to protect you from things that he cannot. I can offer you opportunities that he can't."
Surprising him and myself, anger boiled in my stomach at his almost slanderous words against the younger Uchiha brother, "I don't love Sasuke because of opportunities he may offer!"
A gasp passed my lips, and I raised my hands to cover them, eyes wide.
Itachi's matched their surprise, but they warmed after a moment, and he chuckled with a hand to his head as he brushed his hair back, "Am I correct in assuming that's the first time you've said that aloud?"
Tears welled in my eyes, and I nodded slowly, too afraid to avert them from his face even though he'd looked away so he could study his little brother in the distance, "Sasuke's quite lucky to have enticed someone so loyal. I wonder if he realizes it."
Panicking, I reached over and frantically grabbed his arm, "P-Please don't say anything to him about this! I-I-I haven't…."
"Hinata, don't fret. I have the full intention of being your ally."
My mouth closed as those dark eyes turned back onto mine, Itachi's expression more genuine than it's been all day, "This'll be our little secret, okay? A secret between friends."
He playfully raised a finger to his lips as though shushing me, and I nodded, releasing his arm, "Th-Thank you, Itachi."
-Sakura's POV-
I'm pretty sure Hinata and Sasuke lied to me when I used one of my guesses on Itachi. As some of us played volleyball, we pretended not to pay attention to the pair sitting under the umbrellas several yards away. They've been talking for a long time now. I wonder what about. Maybe Sasuke? That seems like the most likely topic of discussion, especially since the man in question has murderous waves emitting from him.
When I glanced at them again, Hinata's face was red, and she seemed surprised. I know that face. I know exactly what just happened. My eyes danced over to Gaara, who returned the look with one that said he understood the situation, as well. Then I looked at Sasuke and sighed in relief when I realized he hadn't noticed it because the ball had come his way, and he had to focus on it, or else he'd be hit in the face.
I'm pretty sure Itachi just asked Hinata out.
There's an odd relationship between Sasuke and my shy bandmate. Most of the time, it feels like a big-brother-little-sister type of thing, but sometimes I wonder if there's something more.
Times like this and when I told him that she was on a date with Deidara last week when he gets almost irrationally angry, make me feel as though maybe he has stronger feelings for her that he hasn't told anyone about. Hell, knowing Sasuke, he probably wouldn't admit it even to himself if he fell in love with someone, much less Hinata.
Vulnerability and sincere emotions are something people from prominent families like Hyuuga and Uchiha struggle with to a surprising degree.
Tenten often tells us how hard it is to get Neji to open up. I looked at the other side of the net, where my mentor elbowed her boyfriend in the ribs to move him away so she could lurch forward and bump the ball back to our side. Then she turned to offer him a sheepish grin, and the tall, stoic man's lips pulled ever so slightly as though he wanted to return the smile but was holding it back.
No relationship is perfect, not even Gaara and my's, but watching those two get closer over the past year has been satisfying. Neji makes Tenten take some things more seriously, and Tenten makes Neji lighten up and enjoy things he otherwise might not.
The ball suddenly came down toward Sasuke, and Gaara and I came near him, ready to back him up if his response didn't get it over the net. Rather than move to receive it, the man remained frozen, and the ball hit the sand, rolling a few feet before coming to a stop.
Gaara nudged him with his elbow, "What's up, man?"
I lifted my eyes from Sasuke's tense posture to his face, only to feel the blood drain from my own at the sheer rage and disbelief it held. I followed his blazing gaze and realized I might've been correct to assume he had romantic feelings for Hinata because the woman in question was holding his brother's arm in her hands.
Itachi smiled warmly at her in a way I hadn't seen him look at anyone else. None of us could see Hinata's face because she'd turned her torso to slightly face the elder Uchiha brother, but if his expression was anything to go on, I think she responded well to his confession.
Sasuke noticed this time, too. Gaara and I shared a look, wordlessly communicating that we needed to knock our bandmate out of it before Tenten noticed, or else she might begin thinking it really was Hinata in that photo.
Swallowing my pride, I jumped onto Sasuke's back, wrapping one arm around his neck as I rubbed my knuckles into his hair with my free hand, "Damn it, Uchiha! You let them score!"
Inwardly, I felt relieved when he stumbled to balance my weight, hands coming under my legs so I didn't fall and get hurt, "What the hell, Sakura!"
Gaara retrieved the ball, rolling it under the net to Ino since it was her turn to serve given that they just scored a point, and I caught myself when Sasuke bent his legs and yelled at me to get off of him, "Don't zone out again or I'll make you regret it!"
Ino cackled as she tossed the ball and reared back to hit it, "Get ready to lose, bitches!"
Gaara and I shared one last look before focusing on the game. Something's going on with Sasuke, and I'm going to figure out what.
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