Black Lace:

Final Chapter

"Whenever you speak to me, you must address me as 'Sakura-sama'."

"Yes, Sakura-sama."

"When I tell you to do a chore, you must do it immediately and without complaint."

"Yes, Sakura-sama."

Sakura stopped pacing around the room and stopped in front of Hinata, glaring at her. "And finally, you must promise to never, EVER have contact with Sasuke-kun, you understand me?"

Hinata sighed. "Yes, Sakura-sama."

Sakura smiled, contented. "Good. Now then…" She sat down on the couch next to Hinata and tugged at the bathrobe that Sasuke had given her. "You are to get out of this…thing. It belongs to me now."

Hinata pulled the bathrobe out of Sakura's reach. "I'm afraid I can't do that..." She grimaced and added, "Sakura-sama."

Sakura frowned. "What on earth do you mean? You are my servant and you must do what I tell you."

Hinata shook her head. "No! I'll do anything but give this to you-"

"Hinata-chan," Naruto said quietly from the corner of the room. "Just do as she says."

Sakura turned away from Hinata. "Oh, and by the way Naruto, you're done. Go home."

Naruto took a step forward, frowning. But what about the date-"

Sakura crossed her arms over her chest. "Go home and I'll tell you when we'll have our little date-thing."

Naruto scratched his head and shrugged. "Whatever." He waved at Hinata. "See ya, Hinata-chan."

As soon as Naruto left the room and the sound of the front door closing echoed throughout the house, Sakura turned back to Hinata, grinning.

"Do as I say, Hinata."

Hinata hesitated before slipping the emerald-green robe off and letting it fall onto the floor. Sakura cocked her head and stared at the girl's naked body; Hinata sincerely wished she would look away.

"Jeeze, I don't see how Sasuke-kun can be attracted to you in the least bit." Sakura scoffed. "Really, you're as flat as a board!"

"I wouldn't be talking if I were you," Hinata muttered.

Sakura frowned. "What did you say?"

Hinata stiffened. "Nothing at all, Sakura-sama."


Hinata suppressed a growl as Sakura picked up the robe, letting the silky material run through her fingers. Damn her! She shouldn't be touching such a beautiful thing with her dirty hands! Sakura sighed and folded the robe up.

"Now let's get you into some clothes. I can't stand seeing you naked anymore."

Hinata's face burned as Sakura led her upstairs and down the hall to a small washroom. Sakura bent down over a basket of dirty clothes and started sifting through them. After a moment, she stood up and threw a gray clump of fabric to Hinata.

"There. That'll suit you perfectly."

Hinata's nose crinkled as she unfolded an oversized gray, smelly sweatshirt. She held her breath as she pulled it over her head, longing for the elegant piece of clothing that her "master" had taken away only moments ago. No…what she longed for was for the boy who had given her that elegant piece of clothing, the boy she had lost her virginity to. Dang, that seemed to have happened ages ago.

Sakura nodded. "Good. It's as dirty and smelly and not to as mention ugly as you are, Hinata." She gestured to the basket from which she had pulled Hinata's outfit. "Do all this nasty laundry. Now."

Hinata tugged the sweatshirt so it would fall over her knees. "But isn't it a bit late-"

Sakura laughed. "Ha, that's funny! Do you really think I care if you're tired? Maybe you should've gotten some sleep instead of screwing around with a guy who's above your level."

With one last glance at Hinata, she left the room and slammed the door behind her. Hinata formed her hands into fists and took slow, calming breaths as she reached into basket of soiled clothing.

"If I ever get my hands around that bitches' neck I'll-" She stopped mid-sentence as she fished out a sweaty, disgustingly brown t-shirt. She shuddered. "Man, and I thought Sasuke-kun's shower drain was nasty."

And so for the next three days, Hinata was worked to the bone. Sakura made her wash windows, sweep and mop floors, cook dinner, dust every single corner of the house, and every night made her recite a spiel about how she, Hyuuga Hinata, was the stupidest living being alive.

Hinata felt sweat drip down the side of her forehead as she finished adding the remaining ingredients in the chicken marsala she was preparing for dinner. Oh, how she wished she had a nice, big bottle of poison so she could dump it into the sauce and have Sakura keel over. Ah, that sounded so sweet…

Hinata wiped the sweat away from her face. "Dinner's ready, Sakura-sama!"

Sakura charged into the kitchen and sat down at the small table. "Hurry, damn it! I'm starving!"

Hinata quickly poured the sauce over the chicken, set the meal on a plate, and served her master, all in under ten seconds; she knew the faster she went, the less pissed off Sakura would be with her. Sakura sniffled at the plate in front of her and stuck her nose up.

"You call this 'dinner'? It's not worthy enough to wipe the crap off my ass." She pushed the plate off the table, which crashed loudly on the tiled floor.

Hinata winced. No one had told her that she was a bad cook. Damn, this girl had some nerve! That dish took two hours to make and apparently it couldn't even be used as toilet paper.

Sakura pointed to the smashed dish. "You will clean that up and make another dinner."

Hinata held herself back from punching Sakura's face in. "Alright."


Hinata rolled her eyes and bent down. "Alright, Sakura-sama."

"That's more like it."

Before Hinata could even pick up one of the shards of glass, the doorbell rang. Sakura cleared her throat and glared down at her maid.

"Get the door. You can clean up later."

Hinata sighed in relief and picked herself off the floor. Hey, this gave her an excuse not to clean and be around Sakura. She straightened out her oversized sweatshirt, ran her fingers through her hair, and pulled the front door open.

"Can I…" Hinata's tongue was caught in shock. "Help you…?"

Sasuke, who was dressed in flannel Pikachu-print pajama pants and a white cotton t-shirt, held a finger to his lips. Hinata resisted the urge to jump into his arms and beg him to take her away from this hellish place. Instead she leaned against the doorway and crossed her arms.

"Sasuke-kun!" She whispered urgently. "What are you doing here?"

He grinned. "I've come to get my maid back." He eyed the sweatshirt and raised his eyebrow. "Interesting outfit."

Hinata smiled. "I could say the same about you, Pokemon master."

Sasuke blushed. "H-hey, shut up! It's all I had." He pointed behind Hinata's shoulder. "Hey, looks like the Queen of Bitchiness has joined the party.

The hair on Hinata's bare neck pricked up and she spun around, nearly hitting Sakura. Sakura smiled a sickly sweet smile and tapped her foot.

"So, Sasuke-kun," she said in a syrupy voice. "May I ask why you have come to my house at this hour? Please don't tell me it's to talk to my maid."

Sasuke smiled and mocked her overly sugary voice. "Actually, my dear Sakura, I have come to talk to and get back my maid."

Hinata felt her heart leap. "Sasuke-kun!"

It was almost like all her childhood fantasies: a night in shining armor coming to rescue her from a tall tower in a castle, seated upon his valiant steed and declaring that he'd save her. Okay, so this particular knight was in pajama pants that featured a yellow mouse and she wasn't in a tower, but it would do. Hey, it was the thought that counted.

The corner of Sakura's upper lip twitched. "Your maid, Sasuke-kun?" She laughed. "No offense intended, but last time I checked Hinata was serving yours truly."

Sasuke dug into the pocket of his pajama pants and pulled out what looked like a photo. "Take a look at this."

Hinata let out a small gasp. It was a photo of her that was taken at one of those rip-off photo booths. She was by herself, smiling serenely, and along the edge of the photo in bright pink, glittery letters were the words "Yours Forever." Where Sasuke had gotten the photo, she didn't know, and what he had up his sleeve was as much as a mystery to her.

Sakura snatched the photo out of Sasuke's hand and stared down at it. She frowned and her eyes turned to slits.

"Where did you get this?" She snarled.

Sasuke crossed his arms. "Hinata…" He glanced nervously at Hinata. "Hinata gave it to me. And as you can see, she's mine forever."

Hinata couldn't help but smile. When she had seen Sasuke on Sakura's doorstep just moments ago, she thought that he just would've taken her and run like a coward. But no, he came up with one of the sweetest ways to get the love of your life back from some nasty girl.

Sakura threw the photo on the ground and chuckled. "Uh-huh, whatever. That was very touching, Sasuke-kun. I almost puked. You can't win me over with some lame-ass picture."

Sasuke gritted his teeth. No! His master plan had failed! He thought that Sakura would get all mushed up, start crying, and let Hinata leave. Oh well…guess it was time for Master Plan Number Two.

He pointed behind Sakura and shouted, "Oh my god! What is THAT?"

Sakura turned on her heel and stared in the direction that Sasuke had pointed. "What the-"

Sasuke grabbed Hinata's arm. "Come on, Hinata! We're out of here!"

Before Sakura had realized that she had been fooled, the two had disappeared from her doorstep. She felt her whole body erupt in flames of anger and she clenched her teeth.

"God…damn it."

Sasuke and Hinata ran away from the neighborhood where Sakura lived before slowing down. Hinata, gasping for air, laughed quietly and squeezed Sasuke's arm.

"Sasuke-kun, you're insane."

Sasuke ruffled Hinata's hair. "Love makes you do insane things."

"Like where kiddy pajamas?"


Hinata snuggled closer to the boy. "So how'd you get all those pictures of me?"

Sasuke's body became stiff. "So-so you saw my little collection?"

Hinata nodded. "Yeah. Sorry, I couldn't help going through some of your things."

"Um…please don't think I'm weird or anything, but I kinda spied on you for a while."

Hinata blinked. "So…where did you take pictures of me?"

"Well, I climbed up to your bathroom and bedroom window once in a while and-"

"Okay, okay! Never mind."

The two walked in silence for a while under the moonlight, holding one another's hand lightly, until Hinata had another thought and gasped.

"Oh, Sasuke-kun! Your bathrobe! I-"

Sasuke smirked. "Don't worry. I got it back yesterday, when you and Sakura weren't looking." He grimaced. "I don't want that big-forehead girl fondling something as precious to me as that."

Hinata was startled. "You-you came to Sakura's house yesterday?"

He nodded. "Yup."


As they neared the edge of the village, Sasuke moved his free hand to Hinata's lower back.

"Hey Hinata?"


"Are you ready for a little task that'll make you scream for more?"

Hinata giggled. "You bet."

Sasuke looked into her eyes. "Good, then you can finish cleaning out the shower drain."

The girl bonked him on the head. "Don't even think about it, Sasuke-kun."

Sasuke rubbed the small lump on his head. "Just joking, just joking! Jeeze…"

And so the two walked back to Sasuke's house under the beautiful night sky, not as master and maid, but as a boy in a girl who were madly in love.

Black Lace:


A/N: Man, I'd love it if my boyfriend wore Pikachu pajama pants. But on another note…

Oh…my…goodness…IT'S FINISHED! I finally completed this story! It was pretty short and it wasn't all that inspirational and deep, but I really did enjoy writing it. Thank you to everyone who reviewed and gave me the support I needed to finish "Black Lace"!

I now officially declare "Black Lace" by The Tao of Hyuuga COMPLETE.