Wow, I never really realised how amazing this couple is. A ChoujixHinata fic because, strangely, I think this couple would be rather great together. Hinata is absolutely amazing and Chouji is just so cool :P

Anway if you don't like Chouji/Hinata/ChoujixHinata then it's probably advisable that you don't read this fiction. Or you could read it anyway and realise for yourself just how damn amazing this couple is!

This is a story of trust, love, friendship, hardships, blood and tears. This won't be a story for the lighthearted, the hardhearted and most probably the people in between. So stay tuned for betrayals, pain, new beginnings, friendship, love and most importantly... gigantic, overbearing bags of fluff and mush mixed together with a few "awws..."!

Characters: Chouji and Hinata, woo! Plus lots of meanies and maybe a few good guys tossed here and there.

Summary: Hinata hates bullies. They hate her too. Chouji hates bullies. They hate him too. Two children are brought together by a similar hardship to form a friendship that may prove to be stronger than any bully can ever be. "Let them try...they won't defeat us!"

Rating: T for violence

Reviews: Would be nice... so would flames, they keep me felling warm and fuzzy inside.

Bullies

A little girl stood in the playground by herself. All around her, children were laughing and playing and seemingly oblivious to her presence there. But she preferred it that way. She much preferred it to the taunts and names they would sometimes throw at her.

She hid behind a curtain of blue hair; her white eyes shielded from everyone's view. She could see a little boy with brilliant blond hair attempting to join in with another group of children. However, they all ignored him and pushed him to the floor. Hinata watched sadly as he sat alone on the floor. She desperately wished to go over to him and help him up, but she was afraid he would reject her as well.

She watched the boy for a moment as he sat there looking sad.

Suddenly, he pushed himself up and raced after the other children, the need to be accepted flashing in his cerulean eyes. Hinata wished she could be like this boy. She wanted to be so strong and determined to fit in that she could force the other children to be her friend.

A dark shadow loomed over her and she turned to look at the boy standing above her. "Neji..." She whispered, glad that she knew someone. Neji smirked and motioned for his friend's to come over and join him.

A small crowd of older children circled Hinata and they all sneered down at her. Hinata began to smile and she felt her cheeks flush. She was glad her cousin and his friends were coming over to be her friend.

"Hi, Neji," she smiled and one of his friend's gasped.

"Did you hear that Neji?" the girl laughed. "That little brat didn't you call you Neji-Sama! What did you do that for, brat?" She asked as she pushed Hinata to the floor.

Hinata felt tears spring in her eyes as the cold pavement scratched at her skin. She looked at her stinging hand and saw blood and grit in her grazed wound. "Neji," she called begging her cousin to help her.

Neji looked at the other children around him and, encouraged by their leers, he bent down to her level. "My name is Neji-Sama," he laughed rising back up and kicking his cousin in the stomach. He sniggered at her once more before walking off with his friends, all of them giggling at his pathetic, little cousin.

Hinata lay on the floor for a moment, her entire body shaking and small droplets of water leaking from her eyes. From across the playground a young boy watched her. He had brown hair and he was rather tubby. He sighed feeling sorry for her and cursing his own lack of determination. He desperately wished to go over to Hinata and help her up, but he was afraid she would reject him as well.

He had had enough of the bullies! Who the hell did they think they were! He wanted to smack them down where they stood and show them what it felt like to be constantly torn down. He wanted to hurt them like they had hurt him. He was Chouji Akimichi; he wasn't some coward who would allow school bullies to beat him. Putting down the packet of crisps he had been eating, he got up and started to walk over to the fallen girl.

"Oi, fatty!" Someone called and he turned round to glare at the person responsible. A large group of young boys, all in his class, stood in front of him, their sneering faces leering at him. "What are you doing stomping around like a big, fat piggy!" the apparent ringleader chuckled, which sent the surrounding boys into fits of laughter. "Oink, Oink, Oink!" the boy snorted like a pig, fuelling poor Chouji's anger.

"Just shut up!" Chouji shouted, tired of their relentless abuse. "Shut up!"

"Or what, piggy boy?" The boy continued to snort. "Oink, Oink."

"Or I'll tell on you!" Chouji growled, confident they'd all stop their taunts.

The boys' expressions soured and they all looked at him darkly. "If you tell," the leader began, his face the perfect picture of menacing horror, "we will kill you."

Chouji blinked wondering if the boys would actually kill him if he told on them. They all began to enclose him, leaving no place for him to escape. The little boy in charge flashed a huge grin, his menacing eyes flashing madly.

They slowly got closer and closer, and Chouji looked around wondering what they'd do to him. Two boys snuck up behind him and grabbed his arms, pinning them behind his back and stopping his resistance. The leader approached confidently and balled his hand into a tight fist. Pushing it forward, it hit Chouji's face with a loud smack.

As the boys all began to join in, Chouji tried to call out for a teacher's help, but no one could hear him over the sound of other children playing. They were all hidden behind a building, out of the view of watching teachers. It had been Chouji's hiding place; he never thought they'd find him.

After what seemed like an eternity, the bell for class to begin sounded through the playground. At once the boys stopped punching and kicking poor Chouji and looked to their leader on advice of what to do next. "Oh, Chouji did you trip and bruise yourself?" The boy asked feigning concern. "Oww, it looks nasty, I bet that hurt." The boy began to laugh as he had his friends walked away from Chouji, who lay sprawled out on the ground."Remember," the boy called over his shoulder, "if you do tell anyone we'll kill you! And your family too!"

The boys all laughed and disappeared as Chouji picked himself off the ground. Raising a hand to his cheek, he felt the painful bruise on his cheek where that boy had hit him. They had never physically hurt him before, only called him names. Chouji figured that they must had been planning on attacking him for some time now and were waiting for the perfect opportunity.

Sighing, he made his way to class, knowing he would soon have to lie and say he had tripped. He never noticed the little girl who watched him pass, her crestfallen face feeling sympathetic for herself and this boy.

Don't worry this fic will eventually become much more graphic and violent! :p

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