A Matched Set
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The Day From Hell
Author Note: hey, this chapter will be a little short, but don't worry I'll make up for it in the next chapters. Oh, and before I get yelled at, I'm not bashing Sassuke, he's still a valuable part in this relationship, he merely needs to...learn some things.
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“Matched Set”
Chapter 4
“Oops, sorry Uchiha-sama. I didn’t mean to.” Sasuke looked up at the normally sweet girl standing over him and wondered if she knew her lack of stutter was giving her away completely.
“It’s fine Hinata. I know you didn’t mean to spill three cups of coffee on me. IN A ROW.”
She blinked bashfully, a flicker of rage in her eyes. “Technically I spilled this one on your desk Uchiha-sama. Too bad NARUTO isn’t here! HE ALWAYS CARRIED YOUR COFFEE PERFECTLY!”
Sasuke watched her with muted horror, as she regained control and blinked sweetly, “Would you like another cup, Uchiha-sama?”
“No! I…uh, mean no thank you, Hinata. You may go. He ran a hand through his hair, then pulled it back as he realized it was something Uzumaki used to do. ‘Must have picked it up…’ he thought dismayed.
“Oh, and Uchiha-sama? We’re out of hazelnut creamer. “ She smiled brightly at his wince and pressed on. “You know, the one NARUTO would always buy for you?”
his head jerked as though he’d been slapped, and Hinata smirked mentally, patting herself on the back. Teach HIM to mess with her Naru-chan!
“Yes, thank you Hinata,”
She turned for the door.
“Oh, and congratulations on mastering that stutter.”
Her back stiffened momentarily, then she slunk out the door.
Sasuke grimaced, his coffee stained shirt sticky and wet. His pants were no better, and now even his beautiful, newly ordered, mahogany desk reeked of hazelnut creamer. He stood abruptly and began clearing off the mess; thankful she’d missed the computer. He’d have called the janitor, but after hearing he’d fired ‘Naru-chan’ the man began cursing at him and then promptly quit. Apparently the blonde had babysat his grandchildren once when his wife was in the hospital. Sasuke sighed.
This day from hell had all begun when Neji had stopped him earlier, concerned that his usually punctual friend was sick. Sasuke, who’d been walking into the main office just that moment, after no sleep and horrendous dreams, had barked…
“He quit. He couldn’t perform to this companies expectations, through a fit, and quit.”
The taller man’s Pale silver eyes had widened, catching the light, mouth falling open.
“He quit? What did you do to him?” Neji’s voice had gotten deeper, anger roughening his normal monotone.
Sasuke turned, shocked and pissed, at the unusual display of disobedience, a stray thought of getting the water checked out since it was apparently suddenly causing all his employees to grow backbones. He’d opened his mouth to snap something rude and witty at the haughty Hyuuga, only to recoil at the fury in his expression.
“I did nothing.” Sasuke ground out, then strode away, thunderclouds forming along his brow line.
He had thought that was the end. But no. Hyuuga apparently had the biggest mouth in the world, and had told everyone that Big Bad Uchiha-Sama had beat up poor, widdle Naru-chan and made him quit.
Everything had gone wrong. No one would help him find anything, if they would even talk to him, and without the blonde’s directional sticky notes, the filing system had been unbreachable. He couldn’t even fire them for their behavior and insubordination. He would have had to fire EVERYONE.
He’d been tripped, called names (anonymously of course, at this point if he knew which wiseass had called him ‘Asshole-Sama!’ he’d have skipped firing and decked him), and had three-THREE!-cups of coffee tossed on him like holy water to his vampire. Funny how his skin was actually burned.
“Scratch that, “ He murmured “Not funny at all.”
His premonition from last night was completely correct. Today DID suck.
His head lifted from where it lay on his coffee scented desk at the discreet sound of knocking on his office door. He looked like shit, he felt like shit, and he really didn’t want to deal with whatever shit was coming next.
“Go away…” he groaned. ‘Maybe I’ll leave, ‘ he thought ‘run away, change my name, yeah that sounds fantastic…’
“Uchiha- Sama!” The knock came again, louder, “I brought you more coffee!!”
The brunettes head hit the desk with a thump.
“Why couldn’t that have killed me?”
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Gaara woke to the steady, soft pound of rain on the large glass windows that made up the walls of the bedroom. He stirred lightly, one hand emerging from the deep nest of blue silk and cotton, to rub lightly on jade, sleep-ridden eyes. His hair lay in a tangle of bloody curls against the midnight of the pillow.
The rain was monotonous, grey and drowning, leaving him all alone in his world of dry water, and the rippling patterns of shadow on the sheets made him think of tears. He was safe…and so warm.
He turned his head into the pillow beside, inhaling deeply. It smelled sweet, like cherries. He’d always liked fresh cherries and rain. He smiled and went back to sleep.
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Sasuke stepped out of his office building, the grating sound of rain on the high parking garage roof helping to sooth his frazzled nerves. His whole day had been miserable. Between that damn Hyuuga girl (who was waaaaay scarier than her cousin), his own guilt and lack of sleep, not to mention the stapler that Inuzuka bastard had thrown-he just wanted to go home.
His foot stepped firmly into the only puddle in the whole garage, water soaking quickly through his shoes, making him curse. ‘Of course!’ he thought irritably, ‘Of course!’
In between Hinata’s cups of coffee (which had stopped only when he’d stolen the pot and hid it under his desk) and the stapler that had flown twelve feet after ‘slipping’ from Kiba’s hands, he’d had enough time to accept Neji’s resignation and quiet radiating anger, watch Ino ‘accidentally’ lose two years worth of computer records, which would now have to entered manually from their hard copies. She’d just batted those big blue eyes of hers, which reminded him of Naruto’s and told him it was too bad the blonde had quit, ‘because he could fix it just like that!’ Sasuke snarled to himself and shook dirty water out of his pants leg, stomping towards his car.
He pulled open his door, slid in, than shut it with a bang. His mind was suggesting something he’d really rather avoid. Something he would never do willingly in a hundred years.
The burn on his chest throbbed against the weight of the seatbelt.
‘I have to go offer him his job back…dammit.’
Thanks everyone who has reviewed! You guys are sooooo sweet!!
“Matched Set”
Chapter 4
“Oops, sorry Uchiha-sama. I didn’t mean to.” Sasuke looked up at the normally sweet girl standing over him and wondered if she knew her lack of stutter was giving her away completely.
“It’s fine Hinata. I know you didn’t mean to spill three cups of coffee on me. IN A ROW.”
She blinked bashfully, a flicker of rage in her eyes. “Technically I spilled this one on your desk Uchiha-sama. Too bad NARUTO isn’t here! HE ALWAYS CARRIED YOUR COFFEE PERFECTLY!”
Sasuke watched her with muted horror, as she regained control and blinked sweetly, “Would you like another cup, Uchiha-sama?”
“No! I…uh, mean no thank you, Hinata. You may go. He ran a hand through his hair, then pulled it back as he realized it was something Uzumaki used to do. ‘Must have picked it up…’ he thought dismayed.
“Oh, and Uchiha-sama? We’re out of hazelnut creamer. “ She smiled brightly at his wince and pressed on. “You know, the one NARUTO would always buy for you?”
his head jerked as though he’d been slapped, and Hinata smirked mentally, patting herself on the back. Teach HIM to mess with her Naru-chan!
“Yes, thank you Hinata,”
She turned for the door.
“Oh, and congratulations on mastering that stutter.”
Her back stiffened momentarily, then she slunk out the door.
Sasuke grimaced, his coffee stained shirt sticky and wet. His pants were no better, and now even his beautiful, newly ordered, mahogany desk reeked of hazelnut creamer. He stood abruptly and began clearing off the mess; thankful she’d missed the computer. He’d have called the janitor, but after hearing he’d fired ‘Naru-chan’ the man began cursing at him and then promptly quit. Apparently the blonde had babysat his grandchildren once when his wife was in the hospital. Sasuke sighed.
This day from hell had all begun when Neji had stopped him earlier, concerned that his usually punctual friend was sick. Sasuke, who’d been walking into the main office just that moment, after no sleep and horrendous dreams, had barked…
“He quit. He couldn’t perform to this companies expectations, through a fit, and quit.”
The taller man’s Pale silver eyes had widened, catching the light, mouth falling open.
“He quit? What did you do to him?” Neji’s voice had gotten deeper, anger roughening his normal monotone.
Sasuke turned, shocked and pissed, at the unusual display of disobedience, a stray thought of getting the water checked out since it was apparently suddenly causing all his employees to grow backbones. He’d opened his mouth to snap something rude and witty at the haughty Hyuuga, only to recoil at the fury in his expression.
“I did nothing.” Sasuke ground out, then strode away, thunderclouds forming along his brow line.
He had thought that was the end. But no. Hyuuga apparently had the biggest mouth in the world, and had told everyone that Big Bad Uchiha-Sama had beat up poor, widdle Naru-chan and made him quit.
Everything had gone wrong. No one would help him find anything, if they would even talk to him, and without the blonde’s directional sticky notes, the filing system had been unbreachable. He couldn’t even fire them for their behavior and insubordination. He would have had to fire EVERYONE.
He’d been tripped, called names (anonymously of course, at this point if he knew which wiseass had called him ‘Asshole-Sama!’ he’d have skipped firing and decked him), and had three-THREE!-cups of coffee tossed on him like holy water to his vampire. Funny how his skin was actually burned.
“Scratch that, “ He murmured “Not funny at all.”
His premonition from last night was completely correct. Today DID suck.
His head lifted from where it lay on his coffee scented desk at the discreet sound of knocking on his office door. He looked like shit, he felt like shit, and he really didn’t want to deal with whatever shit was coming next.
“Go away…” he groaned. ‘Maybe I’ll leave, ‘ he thought ‘run away, change my name, yeah that sounds fantastic…’
“Uchiha- Sama!” The knock came again, louder, “I brought you more coffee!!”
The brunettes head hit the desk with a thump.
“Why couldn’t that have killed me?”
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Gaara woke to the steady, soft pound of rain on the large glass windows that made up the walls of the bedroom. He stirred lightly, one hand emerging from the deep nest of blue silk and cotton, to rub lightly on jade, sleep-ridden eyes. His hair lay in a tangle of bloody curls against the midnight of the pillow.
The rain was monotonous, grey and drowning, leaving him all alone in his world of dry water, and the rippling patterns of shadow on the sheets made him think of tears. He was safe…and so warm.
He turned his head into the pillow beside, inhaling deeply. It smelled sweet, like cherries. He’d always liked fresh cherries and rain. He smiled and went back to sleep.
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Sasuke stepped out of his office building, the grating sound of rain on the high parking garage roof helping to sooth his frazzled nerves. His whole day had been miserable. Between that damn Hyuuga girl (who was waaaaay scarier than her cousin), his own guilt and lack of sleep, not to mention the stapler that Inuzuka bastard had thrown-he just wanted to go home.
His foot stepped firmly into the only puddle in the whole garage, water soaking quickly through his shoes, making him curse. ‘Of course!’ he thought irritably, ‘Of course!’
In between Hinata’s cups of coffee (which had stopped only when he’d stolen the pot and hid it under his desk) and the stapler that had flown twelve feet after ‘slipping’ from Kiba’s hands, he’d had enough time to accept Neji’s resignation and quiet radiating anger, watch Ino ‘accidentally’ lose two years worth of computer records, which would now have to entered manually from their hard copies. She’d just batted those big blue eyes of hers, which reminded him of Naruto’s and told him it was too bad the blonde had quit, ‘because he could fix it just like that!’ Sasuke snarled to himself and shook dirty water out of his pants leg, stomping towards his car.
He pulled open his door, slid in, than shut it with a bang. His mind was suggesting something he’d really rather avoid. Something he would never do willingly in a hundred years.
The burn on his chest throbbed against the weight of the seatbelt.
‘I have to go offer him his job back…dammit.’