Title: Love Wheel

Author: holmesfreak1412

Fandom: Naruto-Alternative Universe

Pairing: Uchiha Sasuke & Hyuuga Hinata

Rating: M for sexual and violent themes

Language: English

Genre: Romance, Drama

Summary: Hyuuga Hinata definitely can use a break. Now a stable career woman at twenty-four, Hinata purchases herself a new luxurious apartment in an uptown high-rise, hoping to have a new phase of life. Unbeknownst to her however, someone is watching her. He watches her unpack. He watches her make the bed. He has eyes everywhere. Uchiha Sasuke owns the building. Now, he owns her.

Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Naruto Franchise

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Love Wheel

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Phase One

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Attraction

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.(1) An instant attraction to romantic interest, usually occurring within the first few minutes of meeting.

(2) Becoming "hooked on the look" of another, focusing on the person's physical characteristics while ignoring personality differences.

-Confusing Love with Obsession, John D. Moore (2006)

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01

Today is a good day.

He has eyes everywhere so he knows better than most that today is in all likelihood better than most Monday mornings. Even with the scorching summer that rose up into the heavens to engorge them into a sweltering heat. Even with the tiles for the third floor hallways still undelivered and horribly delayed. And even with Akamaru from Inuzuka Kiba's unit 18A breaking the hidden cameras from the bedroom for the third time since their tenancy. It is a good day, Sasuke knows. He is sure of it.

From Monitor three, he listens to Yamanaka Inoichi's pathetic attempt on engaging his consulting psychiatric patient into sex. The couch creaks loudly, the springs protesting to the excessive weight but the perverted shrink is yet to get lucky from the hot brunette with the bipolar disorder. Monitor seven showcases a forbidden love on the other hand—Shikaku and Ino meeting at the laundry room and fucksfucksfucks until it's all already excruciatingly boring. Yoshino looks for her husband. Asuma and Kurenai argues about the boy's school somewhere in the background—Monitor Ten? Sasuke couldn't care less. Tenten proceeds on cutting herself again in a hot tub but that happens everyday. It'd be out of the norm if she dies from the superficial scratches she actually manages to acquire in the end. In the masters, Temari was getting it off with one of their vibrators again when Shikamaru unceremoniously barges in, willing to do something about his girlfriend's libido for once. Overall, it's a good day.

And it gets even better…

He watches Juugo usher a beautiful woman up the lift, presumably inquiring to look at the vacant unit 13B, repainted the week before and advertised in all publications just the other day. The orange-haired man does what customer protocol tells him to—awarding the prospective buyer as much as a welcoming aura as possible. It appears to ease the woman as well, as she freely smiles back. Sasuke stares at Monitor Six, finding it hard to stray his attention away from the shuffling female beside his real estate agent. The doors close. Thirteen Up flashes in the digital signboard. Sasuke whirls around for the elevator camera—Monitor seventeen—whilst increasing the volume of his well-hidden recording devices, fixation still undeterred. He wonders why.

And then he gazes at her longer. He realizes with a violent start, his heart on his throat.

Uchiha Mikoto.

The woman is the exact living, breathing, walking facsimile of his late mother. Same dark hair, graceful gait, bosomy, petite figure, calm and collected but genial features… though with contrasting white eyes that speaks only of genetic uniqueness…

Sasuke watches them take the smooth vertical ride upwards towards the thirteenth floor, taking note of every notable feature that set the woman in the screen somewhat a more interesting spectacle than Temari doing all the work in their sex. Live porn forgotten, he starts to appreciate the sight. The newcomer is beautifully built, petite but well-toned underneath that flattering medium-dark suit. Her eyes are the most fascinating he has ever seen. Too pale for any impressionistic aesthetics but the pretty crinkle of her eyelids gives it a more ephemeral look. At first glance, she looks nothing short of a teenager in industrial cosplay but look past the puerility generated by her youthful appearance are obvious signs of maturity and intelligence. Sasuke hears this through her well-phrased and perfectly reasonable questions she poses Juugo.

Insurance?

Safety in case of accidents?

Advance payments?

Bank account?

She throws a glance towards the camera and for a moment, a frown—distrustful, he identifies quickly- crosses her face before reverting back to the pleasant countenance. Even the assertive way she perused the blinking lights of his eyes screams of his mother's disapproving frown she dons when he does something against her favor as a child. There's definitely a resemblance. Not very strong but he could feel it's there. He could SEE it's there. He has eyes everywhere.

He clenches and unclenches his fists. He is sweating.

Juugo leads her smoothly towards the offered unit. Sasuke quickly puts the coverage of 13B's bedroom and sitting room in the Masters—side by side, watching her as she glides towards the foyer in awe of what she sees. This is one of the moments he thanks the world for giving him a gifted interior designer for a brother. You can impress whoever you want to without doing anything flashy. She looks good from behind. And her voice too… "What a glorious view!" she marvels, melodic and throaty when she ran around to take a look at the picturesque matchbox traffic of the Hokage Avenue down below. She has her face pressed against the glass, viewing it like a goofy child. From behind her, his agent Juugo nods fervently in amusement, the normally stoic man probably sensing a generous amount of commission from this one.

Sasuke manipulates some controls on the console in order to zoom in her fingers. No ring. A good sign. Though she could still be unavailable for all he knows, that's but an immaterial concern. He is going to have her in his building no matter what, assuming of course that she actually wants to be part of it. He crosses his fingers.

From the window, she turns, looks around and smiles. Coming closer from his vantage point, she looks right at him—with a face that looks so much like his mother's—and knocks him breathless.

Scratch that, today is a great day.

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Hinata stares curiously at the light fixture fixed on the ceiling, noting to herself that she has never seen anything like it before. And Hyuuga Optics from whence she originates from is already foremost experts in anything that can be measured with a candela. Glass Art-Deco disk with a crimson chrome center that if looked upon closely, is dotted with three tomoes. Light bulbs that aren't even visible from where she stands and yet proves to be functional when the agent obligingly turns it on for her inspection. She drifts her focus at the red center. If she doesn't know any better, she might swear it's an eye. A really, really weird eye. "What a lovely light.." she gushes appraisingly, pointedly asking the man about it without being too blunt. Subtlety is her specialty and it's admittedly a really mysteriously, lovely light.

The man nods. Sagely. "Isn't it?" he remarks. Juugo-san is a jovial enough man with orange hair and orange eyes but the color still reminds her of someone best not remembered. So she's still wary. And the towering size doesn't help at all, giving you the ominous feeling that you are making the wrong choice of following him in a place where no one will likely see you… "It's the trademark of the Hidden Sound Homes. You won't see it anywhere else."

"I thought your symbol is a yin-yang symbol?" She prompts, confused. Father always says they are Copycats, not considering at all that the Yin Yang symbol are already used before the first white-eyed person is even born. "Or is it the quarter note?" The Sound name should make sense if so.

He shakes his massive head in answer. "It's called the Sharingan." He explains. "It's for marketing purposes. The bosses didn't spare any expense in making a name for themselves, you see. It's best to be remembered after all. It's gorgeous, don't you think?"

"It is." She agrees, walking around the exquisite suite to take a more inquisitive impression at the unit. So far, she hasn't been discouraged.

To say, Hinata is impressed is but a grave understatement. The rent is high but it's pretty manageable, especially for someone like her who is a favorite in her publishing company. No bragging. But the condo-apartment itself is a gem. It would be a pity if she let a golden opportunity like this pass without being thoroughly considered. It's about a time she have a change of air in any case. The building's distance to her workplace is pretty convenient too. And let's not forget the bliss of living in comfort for the rest of her career life.

But does she really want to leave behind her sanctuary of her old apartment in Hagoromo street and go through all the hassle of moving? Not having any way to answer that question on the spot, she trots towards the foyer, taking every detail in. Well-ventilated. Very agreeable color scheme. White and black, very much like her own clan's symbol. Great linoleum-tiled floor. Elegant but nothing unnecessarily showy. Hinata nods to herself approvingly. If indeed the rest of the suite is up to par with she has seen so far, then she must be incredibly lucky to open this morning's paper and see this in the Classifieds.

She goes over the bathroom. Black glass wall interior, a spacious tub that can fit two people at the very least, a partitioned shower stall. She can already see herself soaking here for a nice, relaxing bath after a long day. Or if she comes to have yet another writer's block again. Another Sharingan light anchored in the ceiling but significantly smaller than that in the living room.

That's to say nothing of the masters bedroom itself. Trademark light again—check. Accordion-shaped cabinets. Nice space for a desktop computer. Great window view as well, with the faces of the first two Hokages very much visible in Konoha's less civilization-remote Mount Rushmore. She envisions where her Queen-sized bed should be placed. She imagines waking up to this every morning, with the sun on her face and the lulls of city traffic singing in the air. She wonders what life would be once she regards this place as a safe heaven where she can be alone with her thoughts and no one can judge her for it. Hinata realizes that she doesn't really mind living in here for the rest of her twenties at all.

Alone. In solitude.

Hinata sighs miserably, wishing that she still has… Oh no, no, no don't even think about it.

She then turns towards Juugo, giving the hulking man an appreciative grin. "This is the first apartment I have looked into."

The man smiles back nicely. Gentle giant hm? Hinata muses. "You're lucky then…" he says, head tilted so as to give the impression of pride with the surrounding that his hand encompasses. "This apartment is definitely like nothing you see every day Hyuuga-san."

Indeed, she concludes, as they walk back towards the foyer. Juugo opens some more closets. Hinata looks around. This luxury of this unit is nowhere like the place in Hagoromo street she comes home to everyday. This place doesn't have two years of family abandonment and six years of Naruto…

Naruto…

Hinata sighs, shoulders sagging. She really needs a damn break.

"I'm taking it." She announces happily.

Juugo smiles again. Hinata winces slightly. She always has people smiling at her but they don't mean well most of the time. And then she reminds herself: of course. Juugo is another of those salesmen after all. Smiles as artificial as the ink they give you to sign the contracts with. "If we just go to my office…" he tells her, offering his large hand. Hinata doesn't accept, trying to cover the paranoia of his polite intentions with her usual seventh-grade blush. Juugo lets it go without any awkwardness. He shrugs. "We can get this in the works already."

Before they are set to leave, Hinata takes one last look back at the Sharingan Light (as she nicknamed it) and still couldn't shake the feeling… that it looks like an eye… watching her… watching her…

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Three days later, the call comes.

Sasuke is more than antsy when he answers it. He glances at the caller ID. "Everything going well?" he asks Kabuto, the corporate manager whilst turning off the sounds of all his monitors. "… how's business?"

His assistant and spokesperson is as cynical as ever. "Been better…" he replies with a grumble, not making a secret in each huff in disdain that they are supposed to hate each other. He never liked Kabuto but between being stuck doing all those paperwork and just ordering some guy that's albeit a nutcase around, there's always the better alternative. "I'm getting off tolerably well at least. How about you Sasuke-kun?"

Why does he have to sound so much like a school girl in a drama club? "Fine." He snorts, impatient. "The statement is on the way now, I presume? How about the tiles for the third floor? Have they been delivered already?"

"Uh-huh. And what's more? I managed to get a tardiness discount. Talked to Suigetsu about the pool renovations. Reprimanded Karin over the unnecessary flirting Shikamaru didn't appreciate. I also have Orochimaru-sama…"

Sasuke can do little but wait at the only information he is ever interested at hearing. He zones out

"… And Juugo says we have an applicant for 13B…"

Sasuke leans closer, if possible to his seat.

"Hyuuga Hinata. Twenty-four. Divorced. She's currently a children's book author in the Sannin Publishing. Quite a bestseller too as I heard that she is set to be paid for the movie adaptation sometime this year. No criminal records. Juugo says she's a very pretty woman. Stable income. Already sent six month deposit. No pets."

"Hyuuga Hinata…" he tastes the name on his lips, licking it and liking its flavor. The sun. It suits her. Amaterasu-no-Mikoto. "Any relation to the Hyuuga Optics?"

"Apparently she used to be their heiress until she was denounced for marrying a man that was not in their favor…" Hn. So if he had met her sooner, that would have saved her infinitely more trouble… and birthright. She's divorced? Well, at least that confirms it. She's single. Kabuto resumes. "But I believe after her success as a literature icon, the family is very willing to take her in again."

Sasuke writes the name down, ignoring the last part. He underlines it multiple times. "She sounds… ideal. Tell every one to make sure to take extra good care of her. Make sure she's comfortable. The works."

"Okay." Kabuto doesn't perk up at his boss' sudden thoughtfulness. "Anyway, Sasuke-"

Sasuke promptly hangs up, knowing full well he doesn't have anything else important to say. Kabuto always saves the best for last. The Uchiha leans back to his chair, taking a deep, exultant breath.

Hyuuga Hinata.

He directs his attention towards the live feed of 13B, his hands on the console. Inactivity gives the suite an eerie quality, like shadows moving menacingly at each corner. Ready to pounce on your unawares. Ready to kill. Depressing. He just can't wait to have someone moving there already. He just can't wait to have her.

Meanwhile, the Sharingan light blinks.

(TBC)

Title comes from Dr. John D. Moore's Confusing Obsession With Love. If you still don't have any idea what this story will be going to be about from that clue, then you're hopeless. XDXD. This story will have four parts (derived from the Obsessive Love Wheel as well) and fifteen-something amount of chapters. Lots of smut coming. And just the typical SasuHina obsessive love that has its own bandwagon somehow. Like seriously? We all secretly harbor a crush with an insane!Sasuke... XDXD. Idea comes from me remembering the Big Brother TV show with the question in my mind: how would one live when somebody is always watching you? Stalking to a whole new level eh!

Do review and tell me what you think. Next chapter should come after I update The Sweet Life (which would be approximately Tuesday next week). I write them at the same time so no worries for delays. Yay! Can't wait for the smutty part in this.

Vocab time: Masters is where Sasuke watches the main attraction. So it makes sense when I say in the next chapters that Hinata's image will spend some time there.