Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, that pleasure and honor belonged to Kishimoto who I thank god for.
He was there often, not that she cared or even noticed, a lot of people came to see the rehearsal or simply to observe the dancers lost in a trance. He got lost in the crowd as easily as a spec of dust did. No matter how focused his gaze was as it just always seemed to linger on her, begging her to take note of him, the girl never noticed. Too lost in her own trance during her performance to pay him any mind. It seemed the cliche idea that a man looked at a woman with utter and unadulterated awe and love in his eyes was always when she was looking away.
Hinata Hyuga was the lead of dancing for her profession, ballet; though that didn't mean she wasn't skilled in other forms. Her style of dance was simply much more graceful and feminine; a style in which allowed her to easily take the spotlight when it came to ballet. Yet the petite girl was considered a prodigy when it came to dancing, able to learn any performance within a day's time; no matter the style seemingly. Whenever the time came that one specific group within the dancing unit needed a replacement or an extra they usually went to her. The young woman, having turned 19 only two weeks ago, was attending one of the most prestigious mixed media arts school within her country which coincidentally was only an hour drive from her hometown. She stayed in a loft in which her family provided for her upon her arrival though she often left during the weekends to visit if she was not busy. A kind and reserved girl, she held a calm strength to her that one may have missed due to her gentleness and soft-spoken nature. A small and slim body but seemed to be voluminous in the parts that mattered; namely her chest, hips, hair, and lips. Not many knew much about the school proclaimed goddess, nothing more than the fact that they wanted to know more about her. Perhaps it was the way she held herself with beauty and grace, her long silky dark hair that seemed to glow in a navy blue shade in the sunlight and her capturing almost transparent, pale lavender eyes or the porcelain skin that practically made her doll-like which everyone imagined was soft to the touch. Hinata was simply so beautiful, so compassionate and empathetic, it was hard not to want to get to know her. Yet she only seemed to appear for her classes, rehearsal and then vanish, like some mythical creature whose appearance was considered a blessing.
The only other student in the school who even seemed to know Hinata and actually have a close relationship with her was a student of the same nature only in a much more aloof manner. A student who was just as mysterious as her and a sight of immense beauty to anyone who was attracted to the male gender. Sasuke Uchiha. A 20-year-old young man who was studying the arts of choir, piano and traditional guitar. A sure to be hit when he began his career as a singer, he was already a practical celebrity in their school. His music held a sort of melancholy tone to it and yet his voice angelic. Sasuke seemed to be the literal and walking embodiment of the phrase tall, dark, and handsome. A pale fellow, not unhealthily or upsettingly so, with ink-black hair along with ebony colored eyes, a muscular and toned body and a face of constant indifference.
It was no surprise the two students who came from the most prestigious families were constant companions in their daily life. Their families were tight business partners which resulted easily in the two having been playmates since the moment they were able to crawl. Seen walking together in a quiet conversation while Sasuke walked in front of Hinata almost protectively carrying her bags with a face that almost looked gentle. Hinata trailing after in a thoughtful expression as she recounted her day and seemed more open with the man than she ever could be with anyone else. It was as if the two most beautiful people in the world had come together and jealousy was thick in the air from any gender as they watched their eye candy walk around with the other.
"I heard their parents had their marriage arranged since they were toddlers."
"Imagine how beautiful their children will be! They're practically gods which means their children will be literal angels!"
"Hmph! I bet they don't even know how to love because they simply knew all along they'd marry each other."
"Of course people as arrogant and stuck up as that would end up together."
"We don't even know anything about them, only that they know each other…"
Hinata's eyes slowly drifted from left to right as the whispers continued, some amusing her while others simply made her self-conscious. As they approached Sasuke's pure jet black Corvette the ebony-eyed man opened the door for her and closed it as she entered before putting their bags in the trunk. She fiddled with her fingers, a nervous habit she had had for as long as she could remember, as she waited for her companion. Sasuke entered with a scowl on his face. "Don't listen to them." Stated the Uchiha calmly, a mantra he had taught her that she repeated to herself often. "All people like that know to do is assume." He added in an indifferent tone as he put the key in the ignition and turned it. His playlist instantly came on along with the car, his own preference in music was a similar melancholy indie style to his own. Hinata learned quickly that Sasuke enjoyed music with low and slow instrumentals with drops here and there along with poetic lyrics; she didn't mind at all.
As he drove they remained in a comfortable silence as Hinata thought about their lifelong companionship. No, they were not betrothed and they honestly never planned to make a romantic relationship between them a reality. Their friendship was purely platonic, a friendship put together by their fathers in order to assure a comfortability between families and to promise another generation of union between them. While Sasuke's brother had taken up the mantle of the Uchiha family, not that Sasuke minded, and Hinata's younger sister was the heir to the mantle of her's due to her lack of passion for business, their families were practically that; family. They were practically siblings and a silent promise of always being there for each other remained a constant reminder in the air they breathed around each other. "It's funny, isn't it? That even to this day people can't wrap their heads around the idea of a platonic relationship between a male and female who aren't related. It's almost offensive." Hinata murmured quietly in which triggered a "Hn." response from Sasuke. She knew he didn't care about what was said of him, he was confident and sure of himself, the Hyuga wished she could be more like him.
As they came up to the building in which Hinata's loft was located, Sasuke parked and got out to open the door for her; something bred out of constant scolding from his mother about being a "gentleman" and force of habit. She exited and waited for him as he got her bags and began to walk in front of her in a defensive manner as usual. Bringing a hand to her mouth she chuckled. "Sometimes I feel like you're my servant." Sasuke cast her a glance that only made her giggle more. "Would you rather carry them? Also if I wasn't around I wouldn't doubt it if you ran into a door multiple times due to being so used to me opening them for you." Now that shut the younger one of the two up as she pouted at her friend, a smirk appeared on his face though he didn't even have to look at her to know she was offended by the comment. As they entered the building Hinata couldn't help but smile, it was modern with elegant furniture everywhere; an aesthetic she secretly enjoyed. Sasuke entered the elevator and waited for her until pressing the button to the highest floor.
The loft itself had white carpet with black leather couches and a glass coffee table in the living area, the flat screen TV was planted on the wall with a small and simple wall shelf a foot or so beneath it to hold a few books. The kitchen to the right was a modern one with a gray marbled island with a black and steel exterior design for the kitchen. Immediately the two took off their shoes, Sasuke moving to put her navy duffle bag and ivory backpack beside the couch, they stood out only slightly. The glass pull aside doors led out to a balcony with glass borders and an ivory bench. It was extravagant but simple and she enjoyed it, it didn't tell too much about her if she ever had a visitor which she appreciated. Sasuke moved to the island in the kitchen to the white bowl filled with fruits sitting on it, he inspected it quietly before grabbing a few tomatoes. Hinata learned not to question that odd and practically obsession he had with tomatoes quickly as well. He offered her a nod before he left. "I'll pick you up at nine like usual." He said before approaching the door, he hesitated for a moment before saying. "There's a new student arriving tomorrow too." Tilting her head to the side she wondered why Sasuke felt the need to bring such a thing up, he wasn't one for gossiping. "In the middle of the year?" Was the only question she asked. "Apparently he's been attending our school since the beginning of the year, sending in progress of a project he's working on in order to maintain grades. He's arriving late due to the fact he barely finished a 4-month role in a festival short film." Hinata immediately stiffened. No, it couldn't be…
"How do you know this?"
"Because the dobe texted me last night."
She was immediately trembling, Sasuke knew better than to turn around at his last statement, Hinata didn't enjoy anyone around her while she was in a vulnerable state. "Thank you for telling me." Murmured the pale eyed girl before Sasuke nodded with his back still turned to her and then left.
She couldn't see him, no no no no, this couldn't be happening. A vivid picture of the blond-haired and sun-kissed tan skin male was already making its way into her head. His bright blue eyes that held her definition of the sky within them along with his signature whisker marks which were with him since his first breath of life as birthmarks. Though having a birthmark on one's face was an unappealing thought to most at times, he made them work somehow. The perfect beach body and perfect physique who was literally a god of beauty to her was going to come to her school tomorrow.
Naruto Uzumaki.
Author's Note: Short chapter I know, the next one will be more lengthy. Hope you enjoyed!