one_long_mission | [closed] Multi-Purpose AU Post for Neji and Flirtsuke

Her hair was still wet, unbound and trailing down her back as she flinched with surprise, wheeling and making sure her yukata was completely closed, face flushed.

"Sasuke..." Her forehead was still uncovered, too, leaving her feeling uncomfortably exposed. "Yes, thank you," she answered stiffly, wanting for all the world to retreat back to her room and fetch bandages to cover it. "I am surprised you slept the night. Would you care for breakfast?"

"Sorry for surprising you~" His Neji at home never cared to cover that seal, so he wasn't even staring or acting like it was even there. He thought she was that flustered only because she couldn't possibly be suitably prepeared for him so early in the morning.

"I'll have whatever you're willing to make." he assured her, reaching to at least put his purple shirt on, collecting the other. "You don't mind me using your shower, meanwhile...?"

"Ah... no, of course not." Again she fixed the lapels of her yukata before moving past him to grab her single spare towel, handing it to him without looking. "There should still be some hot water left."

While he was there, she disappeared into her room to wrap her forehead before returning to the kitchen. This, then, was an easier routine; she merely had to double the amount she would make for herself, and wait for him to finish. Having a male over and showering in her home... She flushed, but did her best to ignore it. It did not matter, in the end.

"Thank you~" he accepted the towel witha too-enthused tone for something so small. He -did- still feel immensely good from her acupressure the evening before.

Thankfully for him, there -was- enough warm water left. After finishing his shower and toroughly drying himself, toweling the excess water from that hair of his, he kept going back to pleasant thoughts relating to either here or back home... and women.

It was somewhat saddening that this shower cleansed him of this clinging scent... but then again, he -did- get something even better, because he had smelled that soap on her too! Oh yes, life was beautiful!
Once done, he went over to the kitchen. "Got any place to toss that towel in to wash?" he had missed any such thing as washing basket if there were any.

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Forehead now properly wrapped, she at least felt a little more comfortable around him. She was just mixing the cooked egg in with the rice when he emerged, and she only glanced back for a moment before going to finish preparing breakfast. "I will take it, if you give me a moment," she answered, spooning the rice-and-egg into a bowl and setting it on her battered and slightly crooked kitchen table. "It is simple, yet contains enough protein for a morning training routine."

With that, she moved in to take the towel, still rather bewildered that all of this was happening.

He did not comment on the wrapped forehead, merely giving it a single glance. He did not mind waiting for her to retrieve the towel, and once he had his hands free, he took it as a signto sit. He did, but did not start on the food right away, since the host should, first.

"Proteins, those are the important fuel for youthful energy." he recalled his sensei's teachings.
Him? He was not bewildered at all, it was some sort of nice dream-like thing... except his dreams most likely would have had a more grand breakfast, and at least a good morning kiss?

She shuddered, lightly; that was indeed something Gai would say, and hearing it in Sasuke's voice was all the more disturbing. After putting away the towel with her other things to be cleaned, she cleared her throat and took a seat across from him, taking both chopsticks and more thoroughly mixing her own bowl.

"Indeed. I trust my futon was comfortable enough for you?" No sooner had she taken her seat that the kettle whistled, leaving her sighing and pushing herself up again to pour tea for them both.

"I think my body wouldn't have mided sleeping on coals. I still feels all nice and sorta tingly~" no, really, never before had he felt this intensely good. Everything was smooth and flowing. "How much do people shed for this?" he wondered, dark eyes going to her. "This had gotta fetch about... 5500 ryo I'd wager?" and this purely by randomly assuming a number. "Professional services often havea high cost attached since it deals in quality and full customer satisfaction."

"Between five thousand and six thousand, yes," she confirmed, taking a moment to stretch her fingers and look down at them thoughtfully before starting to eat. "It is more commonly priced according to amount of time spent."

She gazed down at her rice and took another bite, avoiding his gaze. "I am pleased that you found it satisfactory."

"Satifactory? I wasn't even expecting this~" he gave a chuckle. "I haven't felt that great in years, and I actually thought I was feeling great all that time too... er... except when Kakashi-sensei found out I used my charingan to skip training, I sorta wanted to die after the week he was through with me and having me catch up on everything." he shuddered. "Aahha~ guess it was better to just do what he asked all that time instead of regretting it later."

Konoha certainly did get a special presentation of the last Uchiha walking on his hands for fifty laps, with Menma sitting on top of his feet and talking his hear off about knowing he'd get caught sooner or later...

She laughed quietly at his words and only flashed him a brief smile before returning to her food. "Perhaps it is something you should receive more often, then."

A breath of hesitation, then she turned to her tea and took a sip, using it to partially cover her face for a moment. "If you would like, I would not object to doing such a thing for you perhaps once a week." Finally taking a second sip, she set the cup down and raised an eyebrow at him, as casually as possible.

"Eh? No way, don't laugh! That's cruel! You're saying I wasn't punsihed often? HA! It's cause they didn't see throuh the rest~" because he had more of those tricks...? "Nah, joking~ Menma's made sure I wasn't trying to get any easy way out. Plus, how lame would I look as the last of my clan if I did more of that simple trickery? Kakashi-sensei did have some good points."

The suggestion nearly made his jaw drop, he actually put back the rice that was halfway to his mouth. "W-wha? once a week?" Was she serious? "You mean.. cause you do need practice, huh?" he couldn't fathom any other reason.
No, he could afthom... but if he admitted it to himself he might get hurt in the end. "If you're willing, who would I be to refuse?"

She couldn't help but laugh again at his protests, covering her mouth with her hand as she set the tea down. Good, that he did not try to weasel his way out of training. After all, if she had had to go through Gai's strict training, it only seemed fair that he not be permitted to avoid it, either.

Speaking of avoiding, she avoided his gaze again as she went back to eating, still feigning casualness. "I would have to draw the line at being denied my bed for one day out of every week, but should you manage not to fall asleep every time, perhaps I would be willing to do so." Strategically ignoring the question that she might need more practice, because, well, as he should be able to feel, that was something the natural genius really didn't need.

Indeed, he knew she did not need practice, so why... would she even suggest this? It made little sense unless his mind wandered other places.
"Oh, ahahaha~ sorry" he gave a sheepish grin. "I'll probably get used to feeling like this, I swear! I just thought I wouldn't be able to get up anyways so I thought it'd be netter to sleep in there. I can probably think of a solution if the only issue is me taking up your futon, though..." which implied getting a bedroll of his own and bringing it over. "All I would need is a 2 meters by 3 storage space~" he had yet to eat more himself, possibly because he was just talking so much.

Her voice was quiet as she added in response, "I... did not mind." A glance up as she met his eyes again, frowning a little. "What on earth could you possibly need storage space for?"

Space was hardly an issue, considering she had the entire house to herself, so what could he possibly have in mind?

She stated clearly that she did not mind him falling alseep. He tried to keep himself from reacting too obviously. "Good then~ cause if I can get my own bedroll and store it here, I'll be doing a lot of that~" he gave her a beaming smile.

"You wish to do so?" She blinked at him, mouth falling slightly open as she felt that by-now-familiar pink flush rising to her cheekbones. A quiet huff through her nose as she rested both hands on the table and leaned in slightly. "People may start to say things if you were to spend nights in my home."

"Oh.. uh... yeah." Well, she would be worried about that, of course. "I don't care what people think though, and neither should you. After all we know the facts are otherwise, right?" he tried to sound comforting there.

She looked at him for a long moment before picking up her chopsticks again with forced casualness. "Indeed. I am certain that those who matter know me well enough not to assume such things, in any case."

So why did she feel disappointed...?

A finger went to trace the chain he wore around his neck, his other hand busy with the chopsticks, finally starting to eat again. "Besides, I'm sure that those who know me are going to--- wait, no one here really knows me anyway, ha~"

There were not many indeed that may claim to know him any touroughly. He was one with multiple facets...

She stayed silent at that, closing her eyes for a moment before continuing to eat. It was true; she had the advantage of most assuming her to be rather like her male self (though really, how similar could she be, considering one was in a relationship with both the Yamanaka girl and the female Sasuke...?) that she could feel confident in making such a statement.

For him...? "As I said," she added finally, quiet again. "Those who matter, know."

"People do love to assume things and gossip around..." he did hear a few things at his job, really. "Besides, it hasn't even happened yet, so we're fretting over a whole lotta thin air." he shrugged. it would indeed happen, as soon as next week.. and then they would deal.

Finished with the rice and eggs, he sat back, finger travelling over the fine chain at his neck.As long as you're happy, nothing anyone says should matter...."

"An admirable sentiment," she agreed, though truly? She knew there would most likely be rumors spread. That is how this place seemed to work, small enough that everyone had his or her nose in everyone else's business. She couldn't say she was fond of it, yet... it is not like there were members of her clan whose disapproval she feared.

The only members of her clan remained iterations of herself and her cousin.

Finishing herself, she sat back, eyes moving to the finger touching the chain. She had assumed it to be a nervous gesture, when they first met, but now? The rest of his body language didn't match. "Of what are you thinking?" She let her eyes flick more obviously to the necklace before turning her gaze to him.

Indeed, he could not possibly be nervous at this point, or as nervous as to fall back within any pre-established gesture of comfort that this may have been thought to be.

"There are times when I imagine... the future. Imagining this might be foolish, especially as ideal a future as I might be picturing, but it helps me retain my goal, forever at the back of my mind."
Future? This probably didn't include flirting until he was 50 with anything that moved.

"Somehow, I find myself much at ease, when I feel those links, strong and timeless slipping onto my finger..." he brought the chain a bit up, to his lips. "Future.... Time.... Dreams... Those are all concepts that may make anything into a mirage... but I do want to believe in such a thing. Believe in the best future possible for me." eyes driften down, since she did look at that chain earlier.

"You do know what happens if one link is severed..."

She followed the way he lifted that chain, the way his lips brushed against it, listening carefully to what he was saying as much as she was reading his body language, trying to sort out what was beneath the surface here.

"The best possible future?" she repeated quietly, gazing at the chain and the Uchiha symbol dangling there. "Where you find yourself enough women to bear your children and recreate your clan in your image?" What else could his constant flirting mean, other than a desire to have as many women as he could find? Each link of that chain could have that meaning, indeed. A necklace of that nature was not made of only one link, after all.

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