Hello everyone! This is just a little something that popped into my head. The next chapter of my Hinata:Sweetheart story is getting a little dark, so I wanted to clear my head with something light and humorous.

The chapters are probably going to stay pretty short (around 1000 words), so even though it won't be my focus, I'll probably be able to write on it here and there.

It's really just something fun for me to relax with, and I decided to post so you could relax with it as well. Enjoy!

**Edit**

I would like to let everyone know that this story takes place after 699, but in a universe where the last movie didn't happen. So, it's a kind of not too serious alternative to Naruto and Hinata getting together based around a massive misunderstanding.

Now, due to a lot of hateful words and flames (which have been deleted), I would like to clarify that this misunderstanding that there may be something more than friendship between Sasuke and Hinata is a misunderstanding for the characters in the story. I hope I was pretty clear in the summary and character groupings that there is nothing romantic in the slightest between them. If you consider Hinata talking to a male other than Naruto to be cheating, then that is an issue on your part and not the story's.

Finally, if you hate Sasuke, you might not want to read this. I find the way his brain works to be funny so the first couple of chapters are from his point of view. After that it branches out to points of view of other characters, but his friendship (again, I say friendship) with Hinata is still a large part of the story. If you hate the idea of a friendship between the two of them, you probably won't enjoy this.

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Chapter One

Sasuke stood there in his living room, lips pursed and brows furrowed in annoyance, and considered how he had gotten to this point. He supposed their friendship had started out simple enough, even if it was a bit morbid.

They would often run into each other by the memorial stone. She was mourning Neji, her older cousin and someone who was basically her brother and protector.

He was mourning his own brother, whom he had killed with his own hands. Both of the deceased had essentially sacrificed themselves for their siblings as well as for a better future.

One day, Hinata had offered him a couple of extra flowers so that he could place some by Itachi's name. A kind of silent understanding had passed between them and soon they began acknowledging one another outside of the cemetery as well.

Eventually, that wordless acknowledgment turned into short polite talks, which then turned into the occasional sparring session and conversation.

She was quiet, like him, and she was private as well. He appreciated that she didn't pry or bombard him with chatter. As much as he loved his teammates, he liked that there was someone he could spend time around who didn't feel the need to talk his ear off.

Their friendship was gradual, and not something he had ever expected, but it was there and he was less indifferent to it than most things in his life. Now, however, it was causing a problem.

There, in his spot on his couch in his spartan apartment slept Hyuga Hinata. She was sprawled out in a rather unladylike fashion, still wearing the tight, blue dress from the night before.

It was very flattering, but also very unlike the shy Hyuga to wear something like that. Ino must have gotten her hands on her - Ino or her sister, he figured. Both were always trying to dress her up in some way another, not like he cared. Hinata would just complain about it at times and, since she almost never complained, he remembered those occasions.

The Uchiha stopped that train of thought and looked at the clock on his wall. There were only ten more minutes until his show came on. It was the only show he watched regularly and it was a cooking show. Laugh all you want, but the chef in charge of the show thought tomatoes were some kind of superfood so almost all of his dishes incorporated the red vegetable in some way or other.

Sasuke vaguely wondered what his father would have said about using the prized Sharingan to copy cooking techniques and recipes. He quickly shrugged it off, however. He was the last Uchiha so he was really the only one with any authority on the matter. And in his mind, there was never too much of your favorite food.

Now, to the problem at hand.

Sure, he could sit on the floor in front of his couch and watch the show, but that wasn't the point. Ever since Hinata had told him about this show, he had watched it every week from the same spot. This was his home and he wanted to watch his show from his spot.

He grunted. If this was Naruto he could just shove him onto the floor or smack him awake. Normally he didn't much care for niceties and he appreciated that Hinata understood that. However, he found that it was difficult to be too mean to the Hyuga girl. Being mean to her was kind of like kicking a puppy. And despite all the bad things he had done in his life, including training under a sadistic missing nin and countless killings, Sasuke did not kick puppies. He wasn't heartless.

Onyx eyes scanned the sleeping young woman and came to rest on her face. Her expression was peaceful, but the makeup that either Ino or Hanabi had placed on her the night before was a complete mess. Apparently, even their skills couldn't stand the test of drunken crying.

Sasuke smirked. He knew exactly what to do.

Just one minute later, the Uchiha lightly shook the sleeping Hyuga, who groaned and winced as she tried to open her eyes. One second of sunlight was all that was needed to convince her to shut her eyes tight once again.

"Hyuga," Sasuke said loudly, hoping the sound of his voice would startle her more awake.

Sure enough, Hinata shot up at hearing her friend's voice and looked around frantically to try to figure out where she was. She regretted those actions quickly, however, and grabbed her head in pain.

"Owww," she moaned.

"I thought you once told me you didn't drink," he said with a raised brow.

"I, um, I don't really. I mean sometimes I'll have a glass of wine when I'm out with the girls or we have a get together, but that's it."

"It looks to me like you had a lot more than one glass of wine last night."

Hinata had shown up at his doorstep, so drunk that he had actually marvelled at the idea that she had managed to get there by herself. He had let her in and tried to ask her what was wrong, but all he could get out of her was some drunken mumbling and Naruto's name.

After that, he pretty much just let her cry it out. He wasn't some fucking love guru and he couldn't get any coherent details out of her so he figured he'd just let her sleep it off and try to talk to her in the morning.

Even with a horrible headache, Hinata had the decency to blush at the state she must have been in the night before.

"Sorry," she mumbled.

"It's fine. You're lucky I don't hate you," he said. It was the closest he'd get to saying out loud that he actually enjoyed her friendship and it was enough to earn him a small smile from Hinata.

"I thought you might want to, uh, freshen up or whatever. You're free to use the shower and I left a change of clothes on the counter for you next to a clean towel. I figured you probably didn't want to walk home in that," he motioned to her outfit and Hinata looked down at the low cut dress that pushed up her ample bosom far more than was necessary and squeaked in embarrassment.

She was sure she didn't want to know how the rest of her looked right now.

Hinata thanked Sasuke, telling him that he was a thoughtful friend and that she appreciated his hospitality. She offered to cook him something for lunch to make up for the trouble she had caused and he agreed before shooing her off to the shower.

As soon as she was out of the room he sat down and smirked. Now he would get to watch his show from his spot and get a meal out of everything. People didn't call him a genius for nothing.