Summary: Hyuuga Hinata drinks after one long night and somehow sleeps with Uchiha Sasuke at a friend's wedding. Sasuke and Hinata have to work together to raise a child after that one night stand. Instead of letting her stay in Konoha, the pair go to great lengths to remain in Kumogakure. Who knew that they would fall in love there, as well [1/3]

Pairings: SasuHina. Minor NaruSaku.

A/N: First fanfic. Will be long. Uh, this'll be Sasuhina-centric and Hinata-centric.

DISCLAIMER- I DO NOT OWN NARUTO.

P.s- story under major reconstruction... No plot is changed.

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Book 1

Sweet Dispositions

-Chapter 1-
Wedding Bells

August 2nd. Evening.

WEDDING BELLS.

Did Hinata hear wedding bells when she spotted Naruto and Sakura kissing behind the forest tree that one midsummer's eve? After the war, everyone celebrated by drinking.

For some cryptic reason... Hinata watched the two interact.

Did they stand like that before? Leaning on each other, Naruto's arm wrapped around her shoulder. Sakura's laughing at something Naruto said. Sakura never laughed at him anymore... They laughed at each other's jokes... and long stories.

Naruto kissed Sakura nightly, on the mouth like a lover, tickled by the grass. The twilight sky was milky in those fireworks. It was rather late.

The band struck up a nice tune and the silver moon sparkled. They're under a full moon, away from the distractions, in front of Hinata.

Naruto said, "Sakura-chan... you know I like you."

Sakura answered,"You drive me crazy. What am I supposed to do about that? Am I supposed to go out with you? Am I supposed to stay with you forever? Go on picnics and smell daisies with your hand in mine? Is that what you want, Naruto?"

"You'd do that? I've been thinking about you a lot... Sakura-chan... Heh, more than I'm supposed to."

"What are you going to do about it?"

"Oi... Don't run away, okay?" he whispered.

"Kiss me."

The underside of her forearms rested on his shoulders, looking deep into his eyes.

She interlocked her fingers. "You're not going to leave me here, right?" Sakura whispered.

"Never. Believe me when I ask... Why would I leave you?" Naruto promised.

"You love me, right?" she laughed quietly.

"Aw... Sakura-chan, how come you got to say it first?"

"I want to kiss you. So just kiss me, Naruto," said Sakura.

Two shadows leaned in; he tasted her lips; she felt his skin- and kissed him slowly. Hinata ran away before being spotted. They probably did see her, continuing kissing anyway. That sweet kiss ended up with wedding bells...

Hinata heard Naruto telling Sakura he loved her then Sakura saying it back. And Sakura and Naruto pushing boxes into their apartment. Then their combined laughter at their housewarming party shortly after.

And now, Hinata hears wedding bells for it was his wedding day. Naruto's on top of the world, looking at the girl he loved, bouncing at the end of the aisle.

Pretty decorations, the smiling people, the crying friends and the big cake were celebrated. Hinata's apart of the crooked kind... wanting the traditionalist wedding to stop.

Sakura had a white obi that was tied around a beautiful pink kimono with cherry blossoms. Hinata helped pick out the pattern. Sakura's so beautiful while happy, Naruto said. Was Sakura the very personification of springtime?

Naruto's still the same boy Hinata's loved since she was young and stupid. Hinata thought she would grow out of this but she's still older and waiting, wondering if she would get a taste of him. Stupid people... they grow old too.

Other women have complimented Sakura on how much of a great catch Naruto was. Sakura blushed, agreeing fondly. Naruto's a good man and boyfriend to Sakura, never afraid to kiss, fondle Sakura or yell his appreciation for her... Sakura welcomed them.

Man, Hinata's suffocated by their feelings for each other when she was an active planner in Sakura's wedding along with Ino, around the two lovers constantly.

Naruto thought of Hinata as a close friend, trusting her. Hinata endured the dinner parties they hosted, several breakups and the long nights of conversation about Sakura's sex life because Ino needed the details.

It broke her heart. Every moment of the planning, the engagement and now... the wedding.

Naruto cut his blonde hair, a close shave. He no longer had his hair in those unruly blonde spikes. He looked older but the youthfulness in his eyes couldn't be betrayed by age. Sun-kissed skin, sunshine hair, and a sunny smile. He was brilliant. The sun she orbited.

Why did he have to look so damned hot on his wedding night while getting married to someone else? Hinata secretly hoped that he had the time of his life.

The guests sat in white chairs decorated with flowers, daisies. Ino maximized the attention all the flowers received. Hinata and Ino paid for fancy decorations and the finances. Naruto and Sakura didn't have much money... It wasn't like Hinata could use the money for her wedding-

Oh my kami, they're going to kiss. Cherry blossoms got released into the air.

"I love you, Sakura-chan," Naruto whispered in between kisses.

"Naruto, I love you too- so much." Sakura laughed.

The melody of clarity was listened to. The tune was; I'll never love you, Hinata...

"You are now husband and wife," was announced.

It's official; they were husband and wife. Naruto and Sakura laughed and kissed again because they were allowed to kiss like that. They were married. That space got deeper and wider because he was married. A different type of distance.

Everyone cheered. Hinata applauded them with the sound her hands made, seeing silhouettes, hearing echoes from then on.

After the wedding, people congratulated Sakura and Naruto. Hinata didn't. People gave them gifts. Hinata couldn't. Everyone felt happy for them. Hinata couldn't but she should've. Everything was a blur, so hazy after they kissed. She hates weddings.

Kiba and Shino knew that something was off but Kiba brought a woman named Tamaki. He was distracted.

Hinata avoided his eye-contact since they were recovering from a kiss they shared. She kissed him. Sigh. Now it was awkward. It was like kissing a brother.

However, tamaki was wonderful and she was funny. She kept Kiba in line. Kiba couldn't be tamed but he could be loved by someone else.

Shino hadn't brought anyone. A woman, enjoying the mystery that came along with Shino, eyed him from across the room.

Before, when the engagement between was announced, everyone was on high-alert about Hinata's feelings for Naruto. Kiba was the most upset but she never knew why.

For the past few six months, Hinata convinced everyone that she was okay. They believed her. Hinata spoke at the right time, she smiled at the right people and laughed at all of the "funny" jokes.

Hinata invited friends in, and frequently hung out with them on missions. She did her hobbies and trained- just like the normal Hinata would do. Hinata was anything but fine when Naruto and Sakura got married; Hinata hadn't been active in their life until their engagement.

Hanabi, Hinata's own sister, had been fooled as well. This whole act was just terrible. Hinata hated the scripts, the dramatics, all the times she's acted. Hinata pretended that everything glowed for her. Now she's an idiot, scared she'll never be as happy as she pretended to be.

Everyone paired off, dancing after Naruto and Sakura shared their first dance. Sakura held Naruto as the most precious thing in the world. Hinata's never been touched like that... Hinata held Naruto like hands hold sunshine. Hinata felt the warmth... but ultimately no one was there.

There was an open bar for sake. Hinata never drank often but this situation surely called for it. Maybe the alcohol would give her some element of control. There's a humming in the restless summer air. It's twilight and everything is so perfect- almost idyllic.

The bar held a tall figure. Hinata blinked, not recognizing him. She didn't need to recognize him. She was past caring to look at his face.

He had a dark cloak and black hair in the fading light. Her heart should stop... If her heart was gone she wouldn't fall in love. Her heart confused her mind.

Can she numb this pain? Is the pain better while drunk? It didn't have to be like this. It doesn't. At least, not in her drunk world. No, not really, does it?

The ceremony was lovely. One of those events described as having nothing wrong with it. The venue was beautiful, the food was good, the champagne was limitless- she should become undone, for once. Hinata needed it...

Hinata accidentally reached for the same bottle as another person; the tall one. Who else would be drinking on a night like this?

Hinata took another one, ignoring how their hands momentarily brushed. She didn't care, she wanted to be drunk, pleasantly numb and buzzing. She took one... two... three... drinks too many and got drunk. She maybe kissed the mysterious man then forgot.

"You smell like a cheap hotel," Hinata whispered, sighing.

"Yeah. I hate weddings..." the man grumbled.

"I'll never get married." Hinata sighed.

"Me neither."

"I hate weddings, too." Hinata said to that man before... everything went to hell.

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August 3rd. Morning.

Hinata slowly came to consciousness. Her spit was tacky, her eyelashes were tangled, and her body felt used. Tired. Kami, her head.

Her body was warm, and the sheets felt cool on her bare legs. She immediately cuddled closer to another source of heat.

The horrid effects of drinking hit her, literally.

Drinking was fun until someone says something they shouldn't have, gets into a fight or the untimeliness of vomiting appears. Sake and shinobi never mixed.

Somewhere in Konoha's daily nightlife, a rambunctious bar fight highlighted the normal civilian party-goer's night.

While sober, it's amusing to watch Hinata's most dignified comrades morph into easy-going fools. Hinata liked the company before sake got involved. Hinata didn't like sake or any passing pleasures others partook in.

Hinata got drunk because of Naruto's wedding and a hole was dug into her spine. Though Hinata enjoyed the pause in pain- this was new physical pain. And ouch! Her lower region throbbed.

There was a different, heavy scent surrounding her- it must be the alcohol...

Hinata decided to sleep. The Hyuuga maids will wake her up later, she supposed. They allowed her to sleep because she came in late. Ko surely took her home. She was safe and sad. It didn't feel like safety.

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Later on, her pillow jostled, and her head banged against a cool, wrinkled sheet. Her body screamed in protest, waiting for the maids and for the pain to subside. It hadn't.

The maids hadn't come. Her eyes snapped open. The lack of maids, scratchy sheets, the unfamiliar scent and the collapsing pillow made no sense. She got to her feet.

Standing sent shards of pain up her legs. This wasn't her room, bed or her window that didn't close properly when it rained.

A white bed dominated the room with white pillows and sheets. Light streamed in light, a dresser warmed under the sill. Her crumpled blue dress, her undergarments and men's clothes were on the floor?!

Goosebumps made her shiver. And she's naked?! Why's she so tender?

Hinata vaguely remembers those sheets, that blood stain pooling on her thigh. One does not go to a cheap motel like this alone. Her cheeks were flaming.

Then she saw him. His raven hair was spiked and midnight-colored.

Oh dear.

Uchiha Sasuke leaned on the doorway entrance (which probably led to the bathroom, his hair's wet). He smirked. The corners of his lips tugged up by some mundane force of happiness.

A smirk and a smile were two different things, Hinata noticed.

Naruto smiled while Sasuke smirked. That smirk was iconic amongst the girls in the academy. Sasuke's smirk was what made girls throw themselves at him, wanting all of his attention.

"I'm here," Hinata said awkardly.

"That you are," responded Sasuke.

Sasuke lined her up from across the room, making her feel hot. Hinata shifted nervously, that wasn't the way someone looked at a one night stand.

His intense eyes were differently colored and beautiful. They weren't strange to her, at least. Some people are frightened of the activated byakugan, especially on women.

Sasuke's eyes were captivating. The sharingan's legendary visual prowess and capabilities were celebrated but she knew nothing of the Uchiha... The sharingan's only as good as its wielder, though.

"I'm awake," added Hinata.

"What an astute observation, Hyuuga," Sasuke cleared his throat. "I'm not one for courtesy but you look like you want to either go for coffee or round two?"

Wow. Everyone said Sasuke was a no-good monster! He's way nicer than EVERYONE thought-

"Not that any of those would ever happen, Hyuuga girl," he corrected himself.

Never mind.

"Wait- round t-two?" Hinata stammered, covering her most private parts automatically.

The Uchiha man raised his eyebrows. Then he laughed! The sound bounced off of the walls, vibrating her chest. She stumbled backward, got a pearl white blanket and draped it over her body, into a makeshift cloak.

"Don't tease me," Hinata snapped, cheeks flaming. "I have no patience-"

"You obviously didn't have any last night," he quipped.

He's so conflicting. "Stop it!" Hinata whispered.

"So modest. Hyuuga girl. It's not like I haven't seen it all," he said, little laughs interrupting the mini-speech.

They... No, no, no! "Did we? I mean... Did we.. have?" Hinata managed.

Sasuke's jaw tightened, his cold, unfeeling eyes suddenly frosty. "You're too old to be so shy. And you stayed the night, so you've seen all of me too," a subdued Sasuke bit out.

All his humor fled. Sasuke grabbed his shirt, putting it on. "Do you remember what happened last night?" he asked.

Hinata shook her head. "N-no."

"Simple. We had sex and drank with no strings attached," he said plainly, making his way past her. "Though it might've been painful. For you."

Hinata's nineteen, no longer... a virgin and processing the past... of them? This wasn't how she wanted her first time to be; unmemorable and with a stranger. Amnesia kissed her scalp and caressed her brain, she didn't remember anything.

Her body ached and he looked tired- she also felt tired. Why did Sasuke... deflower her? Did she meet Sasuke at the wedding or after the wedding? Hinata couldn't ask questions.

Sasuke moved around her, prepping himself- he was leaving. Hinata watched, tightening her grip on the sheets.

Sasuke noticed her gaze, scowling. "What?" Sasuke asked gruffly.

"Nothing," squeaked Hinata.

Suddenly the floor was tremendously interesting. Sasuke looked for something, already equipped with a tattered light brown cloak, ready to go. Under his poncho, he was buff, in his cucumber green pants, and his ankles were bandaged, wearing black knee-length sandals.

"Hn," he said, ignoring her.

Was he mad at her? Was he always scowling?

She couldn't look at him, that aura of indifference... darkness surrounded him. They're plunged into this silence that felt colder and deeper than his eyes and laugh.

It was such a bad move to do, a classic tale. A girl gets drunk and sleeps with the guy at a wedding. She didn't want to be a Konohagakure cliché.

"Hyuuga girl," Sasuke said suddenly, breaking the heavy silence. She didn't like the quiet of the room either.

"Yeah, S-Sasuke-kun?" she said, cursing her atrocious stuttering.

He glared and that gave Hinata a heart attack! "You don't have that right. Don't call me that. This is just a one night stand. Nothing more. Nothing less. Don't expect anything."

"Alright..." Hinata nodded. "Uhm, it means... what?"

"Nothing. It's just sex," he answered. "Do I have to repeat myself?"

Hinata shook her head, semi-relieved. She didn't like going through this, waking up in an unknown environment and thinking, where am I?

"Sasuke-" said Hinata.

"What?" he snapped.

She was a stranger to him, who happened to have sex with him. She didn't expect wide, welcoming arms but this is weird. It's as if she placed salt rocks onto his fresh wounds, the way he glared.

"Uh- y-you know th... Uh- wi-" she started.

"Just come out with it and stop that damn stuttering," he said sharply.

"Will... I see... you... again?"

"You won't be seeing me for a long time. You'll be damned if that happened, Hyuuga girl."

Great... here comes the shame... Hinata didn't want to please him -he was nothing more than a stranger who probably sweet talked the clothes off of her body- but this stung.

"I don't want to see you again, Hyuuga. I mean that," Sasuke shrugged.

Whatever he said goes and was. It made Hinata feel small.

Sasuke avoided Hinata's eye-contact and entire existence. Her legacy could be easily stuffed into a grain of sand while he could change orbits with his presence...

Sasuke didn't care... It was expected.

Hinata's forgettable in a long, string of one night stands that were nothing more than a quick way to access one-sided pleasure.

And Sasuke's cleaning up so quickly...

Sasuke's nonchalance, this inbred familiarity with his actions of how he's dealing with her- he'd done this so many times. He spent so many nights with so many women by the looks of it. In her mind, he was just there and in his mind, she just existed.

Sasuke didn't even know Hinata's name.

"Hinata..." Hinata whispered, barely audible.

"Hyuuga Hinata, that's your name..." he said slowly, as if confirming something unpleasant.

"Yeah?"

"Was that a question?" asked Sasuke.

"N-not really... My name is Hinata... Hyuuga Hinata," she stammered, beet red.

"Che. Do names matter if we won't see each other again?" he asked blankly.

Yes, but he's so keen on forgetting her. Every time he spoke, his lack of interest in her shone through. Hinata should be remembered; she's freaking worthy.

Hinata swallowed. "I reckon so."

His eyes bore into hers. "No, they don't. Don't make this more than a typical one-night stand with a typical girl... That's fine?"

"Not fine." gasped Hinata. "Typical girl? You're so disrespectful-"

"Yeah, yeah, you're preaching to a choir, Hyuuga," he interrupted her.

Her jaw hung as she glared at him.

"I digress, I paid for everything, even the bottle service we got last night. We were both drunk. I didn't pull any bullshit, either, so don't tell your friends that I did any of that shit," he ordered.

Hinata frowned, not planning on telling anyone- other than Ino and Sakura. Did he force himself onto her... did he?

Sasuke saw the look on Hinata's face and rolled his eyes. "I know what you're thinking, I didn't do anything. Nothing happened," Sasuke said surely.

"I got that," Hinata said, a little edge in her voice.

Was he always like this? His insatiable moods and undeniable grumpiness. Typical girl... Hinata wasn't this loose girl who sleeps with just anyone. He should know that.

His back faced her and she decided when she couldn't see his angry, soured look on his face, he looked less threatening. His long abyss-colored hair, a spiky mess on his head was barely tamed by a headband. Small stalagmites brushed his collar.

He assumed a battle stance with a closed fist, tense. Was he nervous- no, he was never nervous. Did he think he'd get attacked? He was alert and ready, just as every shinobi should be.

He cast a shadow on the white, unmade bed. Sunlight pushed its way through the room. It shone its rays of disappointment on Hinata's face.

Suddenly, he shifted to look at her. "Never call me Sasuke-kun, I hate honorifics," Sasuke hissed, his voice like frost.

"Okay, whatever." Hinata mumbled.

Sasuke shot her a withering look. "It isn't a whatever-"

"Okay, then," Hinata snarked.

Sasuke grumbled and checked the drawers. Kindly, Hinata activated her byakugan, scanning for objects.

It was empty. In x-ray black and white, Hinata watched his heart speed up when he looked at her. What was that about? I'm making him nervous! Hinata thought.

Sasuke stepped back and tightened his pack under his cloak. A sword hung at his waist, large and threatening, just like him. Sasuke towered over her with a good foot between them.

Sasuke was leaving, he wasn't coming back again. She didn't mind. He was looking for a one night stand. She tried not to feel rejected.

He suddenly stopped when he reached the door, he didn't even look back at her. She had a feeling he never did.

"This never happened," he said, slipping out of the room.

And that was that.

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-End Chapter-