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Tears dripped from her face, streaming down the reddish gray hair that followed the curve of the woman's shoulders. Some fell onto the casket, but most fell onto the gritty tile floor after cruising down the lines and folds of the woman's face. Kushina laid a trembling hand on the casket, both impulsive and afraid in her need to feel closer to her husband. It were as if a part of her had been suddenly destroyed, as if someone had been able to successfully splice a human in half emotionally and then brutally murder one of the parts. "Minato." Kushina sobbed, as if speaking her late husband's name aloud might make him spring back to life. It was so hard to accept… that someone so vibrant was now so gray and lifeless.

The crowd attending the funeral was giving her a wide, respectful berth, as was expected for a widow so freshly grieving. The death wasn't suspicious by any means, and everyone agreed that it had been a result of natural causes. Still, this wasn't easy for Kushina in any sense of the word, and the people who had the presence of mind and graciousness of conscience to attend the funeral were very respectful of the woman and her late husband.

Sasuke stood a respectful distance away, standing next to Kushina's son Naruto, who was rightly concerned about his mother's mental state at this trying time. Sasuke laid a heavy hand on Naruto's shoulder, silently letting Naruto know of his regret for the loss of Naruto's father. Naruto, who had suffered many a sleepless night, nodded his weighed-down head and blinked his puffy eyes in response to the gesture.

After another moment of listening to Kushina's quiet but dignified sobs from next to the casket, Sasuke gently pulled Naruto away from the sight. Naruto allowed himself to be led away by Sasuke, not wanting to numbly accept his mother's agonizing state anymore. It was almost refreshing to see the pitying faces after so many hours of looking at his mother's tear stained cheeks, but some of the glances were enough to make him drop his gaze to Sasuke's hand on his arm, which led him through the throng of people. They were like vultures, some of them- he spotted a group of women gossiping, no doubt about his mother being close to breaking down on the floor next to the casket. He shot them a firm look, which disbanded them for a moment, but only for a moment- after a few moments of observing this snub, they resumed their smack talk with lowered voices but increased venom.

Sasuke found their seats and sat down, watching as the funeral began and eulogies delivered with either aplomb or impersonal indifference. Sasuke noticed that Naruto's mother, a dignified woman of status, was sitting on the other side of Naruto. She did not get up to speak, but Naruto did- he was the son of the deceased, and as such was expected to put in a word. For his part, Naruto was very put together and precise, not giving any more emotion than was required of him. He had to find a balance of emotional and apathetic, because to break down into tears was different than to let a voice crack every now and then at emotional pivotal points of story. Naruto outlined his father's character very neatly and nicely, not using too much nostalgia to bring tears, but rather fact.

Sasuke scooted over to Kushina during this time, seeing that her emotions were once again put under duress, although Naruto wasn't exactly looking for tears with his small eulogy. Just the same, Sasuke put a tender hand on Kushina's arm. Everyone around them, the people seated in the front few rows, were either close family friends or relatives, and as such they were unlike the gossipy women in that they respectfully ignored Kushina's emotional struggling.

"I'm very sorry for your loss." Sasuke murmured softly with the greatest and utter sincerity. He remembered looking up at Kushina and her husband from a child's point of view- she had looked so much younger then, so much happier. It was hard to reconcile the two time points, but there was a time in a life where things started to decline. This must have been Kushina's time of loss, Sasuke mused.

Kushina didn't say anything for fear of choking on tears or sobs, but she did make a swift bobbing motion of her head to say thank you for his attempt at reassurance. She appreciated his manners, his supporting firm body sitting next to her, as if shielding her from the grief for a short period of time. She felt as though he was only second to her own son Naruto- he was a polite man, a revered one, and he was being indescribably nice to her. Kushina was getting up in age, and around this time she was nearing fifty years of age. She knew her beauty, the trait so valued by women and vain people alike, had faded years back, but it had never bothered her. Her husband had always complimented her, had always loved her, even as her youth ebbed and they grew older together, side by side. She had always assumed he would be by her side to the very end, to the last breath, but it was clear she had been incorrect in this theory. She felt hot tears start to erupt from her eyes, and she turned from Sasuke to quickly and subtly wipe them away. Her skin, slightly wrinkled, had tightened from soaking up the tears, but she still showed her age, and this sudden death only seemed to accelerate her visible lines and wrinkles.

"He was a great man, and we will all miss him greatly." Naruto finished somewhat sloppily, holding it together nobly but half failing. As he stepped down from the podium alter type setup, the crowd clapped softly but politely. Naruto, comforted by the sight of Sasuke next to his mother, took Sasuke's empty seat. He was grateful that, in their time of need, Sasuke was there for his family.

Sasuke, however, wasn't completely focused on consoling Kushina. Though you wouldn't know it by looking at him, Sasuke's attention was on Hinata. In true fashion, she was wearing the sluttiest clothing possible and, to Sasuke, she was stunning. Her large breasts almost popped out of her lacy corset, which accented her already-hourglass figure. Her freshly manicured black nails kept pulling at her skirt, which barely brushed the bottom of her underwear. To her credit, she was wearing black tights, but the four inch high heels broke whatever sense of decency the tights lent her. Hinata's long eyelashes brushed her cheeks as she looked down, fiddling with the ribbons of her skirt. Sasuke kept giving her sideways glances, both trying to catch her eye and check her out in the subtlest way he could. Naruto caught these glances.

He assumed that Sasuke was also suffering for Hinata and concerned for her, who had a tear fall onto her black outfit every now and then. She was a very pretty picture of distress, albeit a very sexually tempting one. So tempting, in fact, that Sasuke could barely rearrange himself to hide his oncoming hard on. It wasn't easy to hide- he was huge when aroused- but he managed to do it by staring at the coffin in a serenely respectful way. He was good at hiding his true emotions.

Soon it came time to lower the coffin. The crowd rose as one entity, all mourning and clad in black, all with tear stains or fresh tears brimming over onto their faces. Sasuke gracefully handed Naruto's mother off on some poor unsuspecting funeral-goer. Naruto took one of her arms and the randomly selected man, bewildered but willing, took the other. Sasuke blended into the crowd right as Naruto turned around to look for him. Hinata also faded into the throng of people. Sasuke snatched her hand and pulled her behind him, keeping his face down as a sign of respect for the dead.

Hinata opened her mouth to say something, but when she saw who it was, she kept silent. She had a feeling that Sasuke wanted a "favor" of her, and she had a feeling she wouldn't be able to get out of it. Perhaps she had asked for it a little, with the way she was dressed, but it was also a last ditch effort to get Naruto to notice her a little more. Once more it had failed. He hadn't even said anything to her, only shuffled her into the car with his grieving mother and drove straight here. Yes, he was grieving, but even before his father's death Hinata had felt unwanted, like she had been a novelty that once Naruto acquired he didn't want anymore.

Sasuke shoved her lightly against a wall. They were faintly able to hear the words being recited by the overseer, those things that he had to say so that Naruto's father could be properly buried. As if there was a proper way to bury a body, Sasuke thought with an eye roll. He turned to Hinata, then very ominously unzipped his pants. Hinata watched, half in horror and half in admiration, as his massive erection broke through the hole. Sasuke unbuttoned his pants and the long member rolled out, as if waving to Hinata.

She gulped, not sure if she should try to protest, or say anything really. "Sasuke-"

Sasuke shook his head, scowling, and held a finger to his mouth. Then he smiled- as if this were a game. And it kind of was. Everyone knew it was fun to have sex in public- the riskiest part of it was being quiet, was not being caught. And Sasuke knew- as well as Hinata- that getting caught receiving a blow job at a funeral wouldn't be great for Hinata's reputation. Sasuke was impervious to rumors, but Hinata would be destroyed, and Naruto would be devastated.

So Hinata knelt down on her knees, her black tights straining against her pale skin. The ground was grossly soft, as if it had just rained, and Hinata frowned at the prospect of getting her outfit dirty. Sasuke snorted silently- he knew what she was thinking, and there wasn't much of an outfit to ruin. Hinata looked up questioningly as his legs shifted, and Sasuke responded by leaning on the wall leisurely and putting his arms behind his head, smiling down at her imploringly.

Hinata sighed, her heart pumping wildly. No matter if she liked this or not, she knew how dire the situation would be if they were caught. Naruto was worse than a woman when it came down to it. He fought like a warrior, wept like a baby. He would be broken, ruined. And that thought, along with her own self preservation, prompted her to yank down Sasuke's underwear and take the throbbing member into her delicate mouth.

She cringed at the taste of pre-cum, which was already gathering at the tip of his erection. Sasuke, none too pleased at how slow she was to get into it, thrust his hips towards her face. Hinata's throat was suddenly filled with Sasuke, and she choked out a surprised noise. Sasuke, irritated at this violation of silence, pulled back for a split second. A cooling rush of air calmed Hinata's throat. Then, without further ado, Sasuke thrust towards her again, her lips brushing the hilt of his member. Hinata gripped his belt loops none too gently, her nails digging into his skin. It hurt a little, but rather than annoy him, it sexually excited him. He made eye contact with her, nodding at her to keep going.

Hinata, not wanting another rude awakening, carefully held him in both hands as she slipped him up and down in her mouth, his pre cum acting as substantial enough lube for her to get going pretty fast. Soon he was in and out of her throat, which made his pleasure only rise with each time her tongue stroked and poked him. It was sloppy at best, but then again, no guy ever raved about what a refined blowjob they had received, Sasuke thought ecstatically. This was the best idea he'd had in… well, forever. Since he first decided to make Hinata his conquest, and therefore making her available for his pleasure. After all, what could she do? Tattle to Naruto?

No, of course not. That wasn't how their little arrangement worked, Sasuke thought joyfully, enjoying the sight of Hinata's hair bouncing around her face, which was smeared with pre-cum at this point and saliva from her own determination to get this over with as fast as possible. To her credit, Sasuke was getting riled up, but he also knew how to hold off his climax with distractions. Much to Hinata's annoyance, Sasuke smirked and looked up at the clear blue sky as they lowered Naruto's father into the grave. Maybe it was ironic that his orgasm came right as the first pile of dirt was heaped onto the casket, but Sasuke wasn't that poetic.

Sasuke moved along the path at a brisk pace, while Hinata lagged behind, fussing with her outfit. In her head, she imagined everything that could go wrong following their re-entry to the burial crowd. What if Naruto had noticed her absence from the wake and was, at this moment, searching frantically for his wife? It may have been selfish to think that Naruto would be so focused on his wife's attendance when his father was indeed being laid to rest, but then again, Naruto was a man who relied on his wife in many emotional and sexual aspects. It wasn't unreasonable for Hinata to assume that Naruto would be seeking her for support during this time of need. Already Hinata was thinking up excuses. Sasuke had been so emotional she had had to take him away from the crowd? That was reasonable, but why would Sasuke be heartbroken? Was it because he had known Naruto's father for nearly as long as Naruto had?

As Hinata fretted behind him, Sasuke swaggered along the packed down dirt as if it were a red carpet. Nothing made him as cocky as a freshly devoured conquest, especially Hinata. As Naruto's wife, and arguably the most attractive woman in town, Hinata was a highly envied and highly wanted figure. If anybody was able to get her attention, it was a highly used bragging tool- not that it really ever happened. Hinata was a very devoted wife, almost stereotypical in her righteousness. She was the head female of her house, with children to attend to and a husband to keep happy. She was seen as perfect, or the opposite of perfect in some cases, due to gossip, but nonetheless everyone knew she was as good as a wife and mother got.

Sasuke smirked. If only you knew. He thought. Even her sloppiest of blow jobs had been pretty damn satisfying, and her status only elevated his pleasure. Sasuke had a rather inflated ego, but then again, he had earned it over the years. He was sly, cunning, and very sneaky. No one had any inkling of what was ever truly going on in his complex mind, or in his private life. And he preferred it that way. Why have everyone knowing which link in his life was the weakest? Why give anyone any idea on how to bring him down, whether in a fight or underhandedly in his private life? Sasuke wasn't Naruto, who was an open book almost to a fault. But, Sasuke thought bitterly, the town loved the naïve idiot for it. Instead of seeing Naruto as he truly was- a man with all the dumb luck in the world- everyone saw him as a relatable figure, when in fact he wasn't relatable at all, unless the person at the end of the comparison was also an idiot. Yes, Sasuke was resentful of Naruto's fame, because Sasuke himself was a complex figure who people didn't admire nearly as much.

Hinata, meanwhile, couldn't sense the brewing revelations in Sasuke's mind. She was still worried about her outfit. How she looked was very important, even if it seemed vain- people firstly judged her on her appearance, and secondly on her speech and dignity. Perhaps this was the reason she wore such slutty clothing- she liked the notoriety it gave her. Unfortunately for Hinata, though, she had about as much infamy as Naruto. She was a positive figure in the town, inexplicably, and even when she wore such as an outfit as this, she was seen as a good girl. If she had been told this, she wouldn't have been able to fathom why, even clothed in fishnets, a tiny piece of cloth resembling a skirt, and a tight corset with her breasts almost ready to be freed, people saw her as the ultimate conservative wife and mother. Hinata was fairly smart, but not ultimately the most perceptive.

As they rejoined the group, Hinata noted with both relief and a twinge of disappointment that Naruto was still exactly where he had first settled in. He was standing next to his mother, right in front of the grave, and was holding a shovel tearfully while he watched the real workers begin to bury his father. Many of the crowd had moved on to stand under the large tents that had been assembled solely to protect the crowds from the possible rainfall that had been predicted for that day. Naruto and his mother, almost frozen in time, seemed to not realize that they were two of only a few standing in front of the grave. Hinata recognized the chance to blend in seamlessly. Sasuke headed off towards the tents, mingling seamlessly with the others, lowering his face in respect for the dead.

Hinata stood at the back of the tiny crowd, but eventually she politely pushed aside the other people and tugged lightly on Naruto's arm. He jumped, as if startled, but once he realized that it was his loving wife signaling to him that nearly everyone had moved into the tents, he smiled at her very sadly, hardly a smile at all, and held out his other arm for his mother. With silent dignity, only keeping her eyes plastered to her husband's quickly disappearing casket, she accepted the offer and allowed herself to be led to the shelter of the tents. From there, they went back to Naruto's house.

Now came the truly emotionally exhausting part of the day- allowing people to express their pity. Kushina disliked pity, as had her husband. Empathy was quite all right, if someone could be dignified about it, but pity often kept company with inferiority. If people saw you as weak, then they could properly pity you, and Kushina wanted nothing more than to be seen as strong in the face of her husband's passing. Properly enraged by her thoughts now, she let Naruto fuss around her as she got situated in the widow's chair.

It was comfortable, but even small comforts felt awfully unnecessary when dealing with such a huge thing as death. Naruto got her warm, rejuvenating tea to refresh her after standing in the cold for such a long time, but she was not thirsty nor hungry. She had lost quite a few pounds since her husband's passing, as her appetite had suffered enormously whenever she went to the kitchen to cook. Without two people to make meals for, she felt purposeless, as if her hard work would be a waste if her husband was not there to grumpily, subtly praise her cooking.

Naruto brought her a small pile of blankets, which she waved aside. She was always cold these days, it seemed to emanate from her bones and spread to her muscles no matter what she tried.

He fetched flowers to put on the table in front of her, to provide a barrier between his mother and the people expressing their condolences, but his mother couldn't stand to see the freshly picked flowers. They reminded her of beauty being cut in its prime. Her husband hadn't died in his prime, per se, but he had been happy and full of life, as much as an old man with a successful son could be.

Hinata felt badly for her husband. At least he was trying to make his mother more comfortable in this trying time, not that his mother seemed to appreciate her son's gestures. She was too deeply down in the hole of loss to be comforted at this point. Hinata, realizing this, quickly escaped after assuring Naruto she would be right back. She had seen Sasuke headed her way, and, fearing another request from him or, worse, a confrontation, she made her escape as soon as possible without arousing suspicion.

But Sasuke wasn't interested in another round of sexual favors from Hinata. No, not so soon after his first. No, Sasuke was only interested in offering himself to Kushina. "May I stand alongside you, in your time of need?" He asked her poetically. He had cut to the front of the line, but, though the people in line were annoyed, Kushina was overjoyed by his upfront manner and empathetic support. She nodded her consent, opening her arms for a hug. This was a bit odd, as she rarely hugged anyone, and if she had at all, it was her husband or Naruto. Naruto, suppressing his slightly jealously, reasoned that it was because Sasuke felt so much like a son to his mother.

Though it was clear that Sasuke did not have mutual feelings of any maternal relationship. He freely and slyly smoothed his hands over her most intimate of areas, while Naruto tactfully looked at the crowd that was gathering to talk to his mother. Kushina, slightly uncomfortable, brushed it off. He was a fine young man, much like her Naruto, and he wouldn't do anything even minorly perverted.

Naruto, as he watched the line grow, felt a sense of exhaustion sweep over him. "Thank you, Sasuke." He said, turning to the other man, who was straightening out of the hug. "For taking care of mother. I need some time to reflect on everything." Before Sasuke could even nod, Naruto made his swift exit. Sasuke didn't mind, but he didn't exactly like how many sniveling people he would have to help Kushina greet. He knew many of them were there for the morbid fascination a funeral provided them, for the excitement and gossip that was left. Any time anyone died, anyone remotely important, there was much gossip and intrusion into their past lives, no matter how saintly the man or woman who had passed.

Sasuke did not appreciate people like that, people who loved death because it provided a distraction from their own miserable little lives.

But he tolerated them, for Kushina's sake. The old woman was very righteous, sitting straight in her chair with eyes like cold stones, her hair pulled back into a rigid structure. When she smelled the slightest whiff of pity, she turned up her nose at the person expressing such feelings, rigidly thanking them for their attendance and their sincere apologies. Much sarcasm intended at the sincere part. Properly but politely shunned, the person at the receiving end of this treatment was left to walk away, and the next person would step forward. It was usually then that Kushina returned to her previous state, clutching a silken hanky and blinking tearfully. This process amused Sasuke. He knew that Kushina believed in pride, and upholding traditions, and she was an old thinker in this regard, but he like her disliked pity for pity's sake and was slightly proud of her for being such a brush-off to people who had the audacity to imply that she, in her state of broken-hearted-ness, was beneath anyone else.

As the wake progressed, Sasuke continued to slide over towards Kushina. At first she hadn't noticed. But as more and more people, all starting to sound and look very similar in her tired mind, she could feel Sasuke's hand on her shoulder, telling her to be strong. She appreciated his presence, as Naruto was still nowhere to be seen. He had a right to get away from everything, but Kushina was glad that someone so similar to her son was there to reassure her and tell her to press on with such an innocent gesture.

Sasuke, on the other hand, appreciated the feeling of her flesh, not of her company. With every sympathizer that he helped Kushina bade farewell, he felt his attention and his tolerance waning. Sasuke got bored pretty easily- that was why he wasn't great with keeping the same woman around, much less getting a constant lover or girlfriend. It was also why he ignored advice so often and gained enemies at a fairly frequent pace, not that he couldn't easily beset them.

So he made a game of pushing the limits when it came to Kushina, who was far more patient than any other woman, who would have given up and simply slapped Sasuke's arm if it tried to slither around their waist one more time. But Kushina, so enveloped in her grief was she, that she barely noticed these little pushes and touches, and when she did, she wasn't very inclined to believe they were anything other than reassuring gestures. If she had perhaps been younger and more firm, with skin that was smooth and translucent, she might have considered that Sasuke was being perverted in his mind as he soothed her. But, being as old as she was, it was impossible to her that he was being anything other than sincere.

Sasuke was almost gleefully ecstatic that he was getting away with this. On the other side of the room, Hinata was mingling idly with sympathetic strangers and vaguely familiar family friends, though it was getting boring and tedious very quickly. Hinata was fine in social situations, and she even occasionally thrived, but her father in law being dead was nothing she wanted to relish in, to be in the spotlight. Death was very different than birth- she had very much enjoyed the baby showers and welcome parties for her children, loving every gift and generic congratulations that came from every attendant, hell, she hadn't even really minded the jealous glares from people in the corners, who saw Hinata's beauty mirrored in her children, who looked nothing like the squishy babies they had themselves pushed out. Hinata didn't appreciate the jealous looks this time, nor the snarky tosses of hair she saw directed her way often, as if they envied her the spotlight, envied her the loss, so monotonous their lives had indeed become.

Hinata sent them unforgiving glares, reminding them that they should have the dignity to mourn the dead, not to envy Hinata the attention it was bringing. Undeterred, the jealous women stared back unabashedly… that was, until something beyond Hinata caught their eye. Thoroughly terrified, they spun on their sensible black heels and very nearly sprinted out of the wake. Their exit was noticed by everyone near them, but when those people turned to see what had scared the ladies, they saw only Hinata, who looked very confused. The people turned back to their conversations and their mourning, bewildered and confounded at what had made the women act so strangely and indecently at a wake.

Hinata, though she was thoroughly satisfied that they had left as a result of her glare, was left unsatisfied. The looks on their faces had been akin to total horror, which was very unlikely a result of Hinata's menacing look of disdain. Soon enough, however, Hinata had her answer, in the form of a man with skin so wrinkled that it was nearly hanging from the outlines of bone. Her grandfather, surprisingly still alive after all these years, had found it appropriate to attend the wake. His appearance, which was indeed very corpse-like, had scared the girls, who (being stupid and making assumptions) had thought it was the Naruto's passed father come back to life to hurt them for being so disrespectful to his beloved daughter-in-law.

Unfortunately for Hinata, this was not so. She watched in despair as the old man limped towards her, his breathing overly loud and his eyes sunken far into his skull. No trace of the handsome, if elderly, man from Hinata's youth lingered. He was not a pretty sight, and the people around Hinata, though already packed tightly together due to the many people in the medium sized house, found the room to retreat from the revolting old man.

"Hinata, sweetheart. I'm so sorry that your husband's father-"Her grandad coughed, pleghmy and serious-sounding, and continued, "-has passed. I am here for you in your time of need." He vilified, opening his arms for a hug nearly as slowly as a tree grows. If he had perhaps been more able to move in a swift manner, Hinata would have been more threatened, but he was so clearly emaciated that Hinata found nothing but disgust and a tiny bit of pity in her heart.

"Yes, er, thank you, grandfather." Hinata replied, though her emotions were replaced with disgust and panic as her grandad leaned in, his lips aiming directly for her lips. She veered subtly to the right, turning her head vehemently, so that his cracked old lips came into contact with her cheek and not her own vibrantly red lips.

She felt a disgusted shiver crawl down her spine, and she quickly stepped away. "Yes, ah… How did you get here?" She was genuinely astounded that a man of his age was even still alive, much less that he had found a way to her house from his nursing home.

"An old dog can't learn new tricks." The old man said in a stuttering and raspy voice, sounding seconds away from death. Hinata felt ashamed for subconsciously praying he would keel over at that moment, but he didn't. He only continued speaking. "But I had plenty… of tricks… up my sleeve."

"So… you got here, how?" Hinata prompted, desperately looking around for a way out of this situation. But no one appeared to aid her.

"That's my little secret." He winked at her, but he was no longer a mysterious man that loved his granddaughter, he was distressing her now.

He was coming alarmingly close to kissing her again- an 'accident', she was sure he would tell her- and thankfully at that moment she spotted Naruto, sulking in an empty corner of the house. It was a miracle, she thought! Hinata was polite to the fault, and would not have left without a reason. But suddenly, the entire reason she was hosting this wake was called back into her mind. "Yes, grandfather, well, I must comfort my husband in his time of need." She said rather sharply, but still with a polite undertone. Her grandfather missed any sharpness entirely, but was delighted when Hinata very haltingly kissed him on the cheek for old time's sake.

Hinata ignored any reaction and swept to her husband's side, clutching him as if he were her salvation… and he was, in a way. Naruto looked at her distressed face, and he hugged her sympathetically. "He was a great man." Naruto said with tears in his eyes and a waver in his voice. Hinata, looking over his shoulder at her grandfather attempting to fondle a little girl, shook her head. "Yes." She said. "Your father was."