Sasuke Wants a Wife
"Welcome to the #1 show in Konoha! Sasuke-teme Wants a Wife! I'm your host, Uzumaki Naruto and-" A shoe collided with the blonde's head. "WHOEVER SAID I WANTED A WIFE?" Sasuke wants to revive his clan. So, what else is there to do but hold a public search for the girl to help him do exactly that?
A/N: Argh, I have two other Naruto fics I'm meant to be working on, but RAWR! This idea came into my head whilst watching "The Farmer Wants A Wife". (Australian TV shows amuse me. XD) I wasn't really sure about posting this up, but hopefully all turns out well...? Yay, for more SasuHina! :3
Sasuke Uchiha was not a very happy man.
Though this fact was obvious to many people on a regular basis due to the Uchiha's moody disposition, today it seemed that Sasuke's mood was particularly foul. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know that the genius was prepared to chomp off a particular blonde's head if he wasn't being restrained by a pink-haired girl who had her arm linked with his.
"Sasuke-kun, where do you want to go next?" came her cheery voice, her shining jade eyes looking up at him excitedly.
Inwardly, Sasuke groaned from the unwanted situation he was in, outwardly, he turned and glowered at Sakura Haruno, for the umpteenth time in the past hour, attempting to shake her off unsuccessfully. Strangely, he found that every girl that had latched onto his arm that day had a particularly firm grip and were unwilling to let go, even when he would attempt to shake them violently off. He growled in irritation, glancing around himself and wondering where the hidden camera was located, recording his every movement.
Sasuke Uchiha was not a very happy man and the fact that activities he considered to be private were being recorded and broadcast for the entire Fire Country's viewing pleasure, irritated him to no end. He had only needed to watch the first few minutes of the pilot episode on TV-spitting out his tea as he did so-to see how idiotically low the media had stooped, to the sad point where they were willing to run a show on him, ex-missing nin, still the hottest bachelor in Konoha.
"Welcome to our hot new show! Sasuke-teme wants a wife!" the familiar blonde-haired shinobi greeted, jabbing his thumb at himself. "I am your host Uzumaki Naruto!"
The corny dialogue they had given the member of Team Seven nearly made Sasuke want to hurl his dinner out, it was really quite unbearable.
Not only that, but the fact that they had the nerve to call him out, practically begging him to participate in the show willingly. He, Sasuke Uchiha, willingly taking part in a ridiculous media ploy that had the intention of sucking the viewer's dry of their money was something that should not be seen in this day and age, nor later in the (not-so) lone clan survivor's life.
Yet somehow, Naruto had dragged him to a seemingly deserted area in Konoha and one by one, different girls from around the village spent half an hour with him, walking around and staring at him with wide sparkling eyes which had been bothering the moody Uchiha the entire day. Was there a reason for them to ogle at him in what he considered to be such an unpleasant way?
Returning from his memories, Sasuke turned to direct another glare at the other Team Seven member latched onto his arms. "I thought your time was up already, shouldn't you be going now?" he asked coldly, attempting to shrug her off once more, annoyed when she continued to hold on. He scowled. They were a persistent bunch, the female species.
And despite how popular he was amongst them, he could not understand their ways, nor the reason why they flocked after him, it was really quite bothersome in the Uchiha's eyes to be persistently badgered by females on a daily basis. It was the main reason why he never particularly enjoyed leaving the safety of his house, only willingly venturing outside when he needed some dinner, supplies of food and other daily necessities and also training, in which he attempted to find a secluded spot, away from his rabid fan girls.
Appearing seemingly out of nowhere, Naruto suddenly appeared at Sakura's side, gently prying her arm and hands off of Sasuke's arm. "It's time to go now Sakura-chan, your time is up," he spoke gently to her.
Sakura sighed and let go of Sasuke's arm before stumbling away with Naruto who led her gently off of the set.
"Hmph." Sasuke flexed his sore arm that had been abused throughout the day from all the clinging each girl had done.
Naruto began to return, glaring at Sasuke as he approached him, obviously upset that Sasuke could easily spend some time with Sakura and not appreciate it; a date that Naruto had always asked Sakura for which she often declined. "There's still one more girl before you're meant to go through a selecting process and-"
"I told you, I'm not interested in this stupidity," Sasuke replied in a bored tone, flicking a fleck of lint off of his shoulder. "So stop trying to interfere with my life," he added coldly, glancing up at his former blonde-haired companion before turning away and shoving his hands into his pockets. He was unable to get away however as said blonde had seized a handful of the back of his shirt, determined to not allow him to get away. "Che," Sasuke hissed before quickly swinging around, aiming for a blow to Naruto's face.
"NO! Naruto-kun!" cried a somewhat familiar voice and there was a feather-like touch at Sasuke's neck before he saw the sky and soon the floor as darkness washed over him.
Somehow, it was warm where Sasuke was.
"Don't ever do that again, Hyuuga-san. I understand you were only trying to protect Naruto-kun, but there was really no need to knock him out," came the voice that Sasuke recognised to be the director's.
"Y-yes... I'm s-sorry," apologised the voice of the girl who had screamed before Sasuke had lost consciousness. "I-I... was j-just so w-worried..."
Sasuke peeked his eyes open and from the bed (or whatever it was) he lay in, he could see the back of a girl he could not recognise. Long purple hair that was loosely tied at the back and a two-coloured jacket. Was she the one who had suppressed his chakra flow, making him sleep? He pulled himself up into a sitting position and at his movement, all attention was turned to him and saw that girl for who she was, recognising that child-like face that had now matured and belonged to that of a woman. Hinata Hyuuga had definitely changed in ways that surprised him.
"Ahh! U-Uchiha-san!" she gasped, her cheeks flushed and her eyes wide with earnest concern. "A-are you okay?" she asked, biting her lip worriedly as he placed a hand to his aching head. She noted that he must have hit it when he had collapsed.
There was an undeniable throbbing in Sasuke's head and he could not say he was pleased by its presence; rather, it made his mood even more foul. "Why the hell did you do that for?" he snapped.
Surprised, Hinata brought fingers up to touch her lips worriedly out of habit. "U-um... y-you were... going to a-attack Naruto-kun a-and..." she trailed off, not sure if she should continue, seeing as how irritated she had already succeeded in making the Uchiha.
"Well Sasuke, will you still be able to continue shooting in your condition?" asked the director, clearly unconcerned for the young shinobi's health.
Sasuke snorted, swinging his legs onto the floor. "Does it look like it?" he asked roughly, attempting to push himself up.
He was more than surprised when Hinata pressed her hands onto his chest and pushed him gently back down onto the seat.
"Y-you sh-shouldn't be m-moving..." she stammered, staring at her hands as if they had just committed a felony. "I've d-disrupted the proper fl-flow of your chakra, so it may take an h-hour or so for it to return to its n-normal flow. D-during that time... I-I think you should relax..." she explained, wringing her hands nervously as she continued to avoid looking into his eyes.
"Yeah, Hinata knows what she's talking about!" Naruto said with a grin from Sasuke's right. "So listen to her, Sasuke-teme!"
Sasuke's eyes narrowed. He hated being ordered around. He attempted to push himself up once more, feeling that annoying wave of nausea but fighting it as he stood on his feet, the room moving slightly as he stood there. "I'm going home then," he growled, taking an unsteady step forward.
Once more, Hinata prevented him from moving any further by blocking his pathway, standing in front of him with her hands clasped together over her chest. "Pl-please d-don't strain yourself!" she begged, continuing to bite on her bottom lip in concern.
"Look," Sasuke said unsure of which Hyuuga to address as two of them appeared before him. He shook his head to clear it, attempting to focus once more on the curvaceous woman before him. He mentally slapped himself for thinking that. "I know you're here to date me for that stupid show, but I'm not wasting anymore time here, so go home and leave me alone."
Hinata's eyes widened as she stared at him. "E-eh? Sh-show? D-date?" she repeated, cheeks burning a darker shade of red at the last word. "I-I d-don't know what you m-mean..."
Sasuke snorted. "Whatever." He pushed past her and stumbled along the way, cursing her for having disrupted his chakra flow so severely.
"But Sasuke! We're still filming!" the director cried indignantly, readjusting his glasses.
"I don't care about your stupid show," Sasuke growled in annoyance as he continued to walk away.
"Hey, didn't I say for you to listen to what Hinata said?" Naruto grabbed Sasuke's arm roughly.
"N-Naruto-kun!" Hinata gasped. "Y-you might hurt him f-further..."
Glaring at Sasuke, Naruto let go of the Uchiha, scowling.
Hinata watched worriedly as Sasuke continued to stumble away, her fingertips touching her lips. She wondered as she stared at his retreating back, what he had meant by a date. She had only arrived because they had asked for a medical ninja as a member of the stage crew had injured themself.
But, it was only to be expected of Hinata Hyuuga who continued to stare after Sasuke Uchiha in wonder. She wasn't a tv person.
End of chapter 1.
A/N: So what did you think? Leave a review please? XD