a/n 1 ; so, im back. with love and drugs. not really but hey. so leave a review for lil me and anything you can offer. thanks.
a/n 2 ; i don't own naruto cuz I'm broke n lazy. yes basically. so let's share the love and go on with this story and i should warn you that I'm lazy so like if updates don't come on time sorry but effort is ugh.
a/n 3; Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! i wish you all a joyous and prosperous new year.
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you know where the city is
1. she's got two-tone everything, moving but she just can't move
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"Dude," Naruto says, "i heard Hinata is back."
Neji pauses in between his bite of fries and Shikamaru flinches, Naruto you idiot, before Neji resumes and chews tersely. Neji doesn't get terse, only when she's mentioned, and maybe that's where his problem lies.
"Yeah, she is," he acknowledges after a pause that has Lee sweating and TenTen keeping her eyes down.
"She should be arriving from the airport soon. Mom went to get her, though, so she might be delayed." his eyes narrow at his plate, a frown creasing his brows, before he looks back up and politely smiles as he has always done. "How did you know, Naruto?"
Said blonde scratches at his scalp, passes a nervous laugh, "Hehe, well about that... She sort of posted it on Twitter. And Facebook. And maybe kinda on Instagram too."
He gives out another nervous laugh as Neji's eye twitches slightly.
"You follow her on Instagram? Seriously, Naruto?"
Neji's mad.
"Look dude!" Naruto wails, waving his hands in front of him, "Hinata's alright, okay? I don't even know why you hate her. She even did your homework that time you were too wasted to do anything. Your sister, who is two years older than you and really nice and stuff, did your two month project in one night!"
The whole cafeteria goes silent as the argument unfolds, even Sakura who's eyes are wide and flashing between the two teens. It's common knowledge that Neji hates his half sister Hinata, but Naruto has balls.
"Don't," Neji seethes, "mention that weak excuse for a human being as my sister again. Do you fucking hear me?"
People shift uneasily in their seats, because Neji never swears.
Levelling Naruto with the trademark Hyuuga glare of hatred, he pulls out of his seat and makes his way out of the cafeteria, his Oxfords the only noise in the quiet hall. It's silent and tense for another few minutes before someone coughs awkwardly and people resume chatting, mutterings of 'tgif' and 'Hallelujah, its the weekend' and most importantly 'Neji's really awesome party tonight'.
Naruto keeps his frosty look on where Neji left, his eyes levelled into a glare, before he grins and laughs.
"Neji can be mean, 'ttebayo."
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Sasuke shifts in the passenger seat of Itachi's car.
He pushes his glasses up, scratches at his arm, taps his knees with his fingers, runs his teeth over his braces.
"I really don't know why you're dragging me here, Itachi. You know they don't like me," he says, casting his older brother a side look. Itachi smirks in reply, something devious.
Sasuke - awkward, antisocial, nerdy high school senior that he is - has never been to a party, and Itachi finds injustice in this.
"Relax, Sasuke. It's just a party. everyone will be too drunk and high to care about who you are. You might even get laid."
Sasuke promptly splutters and graces Itachi with a withering look.
"Oh look, we're here."
Itachi steps out of his car, runs a hand through his slightly long hair, and waits for Sasuke to exit the car, locking it when he does. Turning to the Hyuuga mansion, Itachi smiles at the array of drunken and typical teenagers across the lawn, some passed out. even though it's only eight thirty, this is usual for a Neji grade A house party.
Sasuke shifts slightly in his loose, blue linen dress shirts that Itachi had thrown on him before they left the house, muttering something about little brothers and pokemon and not getting any. He follows Itachi into the mansion, watching as the crowd parts like the red sea before Itachi, then flinching back as girls swarm around the older Uchiha, most in what could barely be called clothing.
Sasuke sighs as his brother gets lost in the swarm of drunk girls and high teens, before he casts his gaze around what he can see of the house. there's flashing lights everywhere, adding to the haze and atmosphere of the party, as people flock the makeshift dance floor and practically bang each other with their clothes on. He suppresses a shiver of disgust.
As typical parties go, there are drunk teens passed out, couples making out scattered across the room and stairs and some are huddled around each other passing what looks to be a blunt. Welcome To The Party by partynextdoor comes on just as he reaches a large modern kitchen and a red cup is thrust into his hands from an unknown source.
awkwardly moving around grinding dancers and barely dressed girls, he manages to get onto the back porch.
"stupid Itachi and his plans," he mutters under his breath, taking a seat on the edge of the porch. He grimaces as a bunch of stereotypical jocks run around in their Letterman's while drunkenly shoving each other around.
"Dumbass jocks," he mutters under his breath,, releasing a sigh.
Taking a gulp of whatever is in the cup, he winces as the liquid burns down his throat, hacking slightly and whacking at his chest. His face burns slightly in embarrassment as a group of girls turn and laugh at him.
Quickly getting up, he makes his way back into the house, stumbling around people and getting shoved on more than one occasion. Just as he's about to turn a corner, the huge entrance doors part, leaving a tall girl standing with suitcases around her, her dark hair falling around her face.
The music stutters to a stop as everyone pauses to stare at her in awe, a few wolf whistles stemming from the crowd. The girl looks around awkwardly, tapping one of the suitcases next to her, before she smiles in relief in the direction of the stairs.
Sasuke follows her gaze to Neji in all his leather trousers and man bun glory as he blinks at her in confusion. someone in the crowd coughs awkwardly.
The mystery girl lifts up a tattooed arm in a wave, her icy blue - almost white - eyes shining in relief at him. Neji blinks his identical eyes, several times actually, before he continues down the stairs in shock. cue another awkward cough from the crowd. Sasuke is actually impressed at the timing of mystery cougher.
The girl uses her arm to adjust her snapback, her smile turning into a grin as Neji makes his way to her. Letting go of her abundance of luggage, she throws her arms up and around Neji as he finally steps in front of her, an exclamation of "Neji, it's been so long!" leaving her full lips.
Neji has a shocked look on his face, before his eye twitches slightly and he awkwardly removes himself from the hands of the gorgeous girl.
Clearing his throat, he glances at her bags, then to her; taking in her Jordans, tight jeans, cutting v-neck with the Nike 'Just Do It' on the front and the tattoos scattered on her collarbone. his gaze then moves to her arms covered in the sleeves of tattoos, up to her slightly tanned face and her wide eyes, her dark hair framing her cheekbones and falling to her lower back. She adjusts her black snapback again, the front facing back, before she grins and hugs him again.
"It's so good to see you, Neji! And you've cut your hair, it used to be long. Oh, my baby brother is growing up!"
Mysterious cougher chokes on his saliva this time at the mention of baby brother, because that could only mean mystery bombshell is-
"Hinata?" Neji chokes out, his eyes much like hers widening in surprise.
She pulls back, smiling widely, before nodding and ruffling his hair.
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Sasuke joins mystery cougher in choking, because holy fuck Hinata got hot.
And this is Hinata; long skirts, baggy jeans, big hoodies, tasteless shoes and blushing pale face hidden behind a curtain of frizzy hair. people in the crowd nod in approval, because puberty really changes people. And gosh has Hinata changed from some short penguin thing (as Naruto had so eloquently dubbed her a few years back) to this five foot nine, long legged, gorgeous piece.
As several people clamour around Hinata and carry her luggage away, the awkward silence still ensues, before Neji abruptly turns from her and stalks somewhere else. She frowns slightly before she too turns and faces the crowd.
flashing a peace sign, she smiles as people wolf whistle and shouts of 'holy hell' and 'Hey babe' and the occasional 'oh my fucking gosh sit on my dick please' break out into the room, the music coming on and drowning out the noise before she too disappears.
Sasuke blinks for a bit before continuing on his way, rounding a few corners and ending up back on the porch. sitting on the steps leading into the huge garden, it's him alone until he gets tapped on the back.
turning his head and getting ready to glare at the person, he comes up short as he chokes upon finding Hinata's smiling face inches away from his.
"Is anyone sitting here?" she asks, gesturing to the space besides him. shaking his head no, he blushes as she sits next to him with a smile on her face.
"I'm Hinata," she says, lifting a hand up for him to shake. He stares at it, his mouth slightly gaping.
"I- uh, me is - i mean- uh..." He trails off.
Letting out a snorting laugh, she pulls back her hand and throws her arm over his shoulder, hugging him close. She smells like flowers and expensive perfume, Sasuke thinks.
"You're so cute," she finally gets out, looking Sasuke in the eyes.
"oh- um thanks. I'm uh- I'm Sasuke."
She smiles again, pale eyes crinkling, before she plants a kiss on his cheek.
"That's a nice name - Sasuke."
He literally almost dies of blushing. He can feel the waves of blush rolling over his face, and he can hear his heart hammering loudly in his chest. Thank you Itachi, he silently weeps.
Hinata, two years older than him and way out of his league, has just made a move. She laughs again as he splutters.
tugging his hand up, she stands and pulls him along into the house, a grin on her face. "It's a party, Sasuke," she says, tapping on his large glasses. And dear sweet Sasuke will never doubt Itachi gain, as long as he lives.
Hinata tugs him along to the dance floor, laughing as he awkwardly shuffles, before she takes his hands in hers and moves him along with her to the loud bass of some Young Thug song. All through the night, he gets pulled along by her as she passes him drinks and dances with him.
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Smacking a hand across his face due to the bright sunlight streaming in through his window, Sasuke groans as an ache flashes through his head, his voice hoarse. Grabbing at the glasses on his nightstand, he places them askew onto his face, before stumbling off of his bed and into his bathroom.
He places his head on the mirror before looking up and nearly dieing. His lips are slightly swollen and smudged with lipstick that trails across his face, neck and collarbone. There are bruises and hikes scattered across his neck and collarbone, leading to his chest where his shirt is only buttoned up to the first two buttons. his hair is wild and all over the place, and he only has one shoe on with his Jean button loose. lifting up his arm, he almost faints and he reads what's scrawled onto his right arm.
'call me, xoxo Hinata' is slightly smudged in delicate cursive.