Hello and thank you for choosing to read this story! My name is Llamas Are Sexy, and I am collaborating on this fanfiction with my friend Nimiko (aka Clucky). This will be our first time working together (or with anyone, for that matter) on a story, and so if you notice an inconsistency with the story, or perhaps the writing style is different with each chapter, well, now you know why Lol.

Anyways, please Enjoy the story. RxR.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto (and to be perfectly honest, that's probably for the best).

Okay, what are you supposed to do in a situation like this?

"Um—"

A situation where your roommate basically has you cornered with your back against the wall, and she is attacking you with a big, cute, pouty puppy dog face. Big lilac eyes, bottom lip sticking out (I swear I just saw it quiver), the works.

"—I don't know, Hinata," I go.

Her eyes get wider which, truth be told, I didn't think was even humanly possible. Right at this point, they kind of resemble saucers or something. "Please, Sakura!" she cries. "I really can't do this!"

…Yep. There goes the bottom lip, quivering like there's no tomorrow.

Ugh. Man, I am such a sucker.

Sigh. "Alright, fine, but just this once."

Her eyes shine with happiness and then she hugs me. "Thank you, Sakura! I owe you one."

I chuckle and pat her on the back. "Oh yes. You owe me big time."

I would just like to say that it is times like this that I am super glad that Hinata comes from such a wealthy background. I'm going to be able to ask for something expensive and not feel like I'm taking advantage of her for once. It's not like I ask her to buy me stuff all the time. It's just…Hinata is so nice and there are always sharks and vultures hanging around, preying off of her money and her family name and it sickens me! Like, who does that? Oh what, the five hundred dollars you're carrying around in your pocket isn't enough so you have to get even more money from sweet-little-hina-chan who never says no?

Oh my gosh, get a life.

Anyways, Hinata, happy with my answer, skips across the room to the bag that's laying on her bed. She looks around on the inside, for what, I don't know. After like maybe thirty seconds she finds it and then skips back over to my bed and hands me a piece of paper.

"This is his information. His name, year, and the subject you'll be tutoring him in." She hands me the paper.

I take it from her and look it over.

"Who is Sasuke Uchiha?" I wonder out loud.

Hinata plops down next to me and looks at the paper over my shoulder. "I don't know. Just a guy that needs help in English." She pauses for a moment to consider this. "I think his family just recently merged with my family's corporation. He's probably here studying business. You would think English would be easy for someone who is rumored to be a genius."

"Uh, why do you know so much about him if you've never met the guy?" I ask her.

Her cheeks blaze pink and she avoids my eyes. "I—I was in-informed of this by my f-father's people! It is apparently my duty as a potential Hyuuga heir to keep up with these type of things."

I pull my hair back and grin at her. "Okay so since you kind of just tricked me into being you because you chickened out of tutoring someone new, I suppose it's only natural that I know these things too?"

She gives me a look. "Funny. You know, you don't have to do it if you don't want to." And there's the puppy dog look. Jeez.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah…" Personally, I don't mind doing this for her. Since I'll be taking Hinata's place, I'll be the one who gets paid. Loopholes are fun.

And besides, I'm actually very good at English. If I can be taught by a man who's choice of reading is an erotic Icha-Icha book series and still receive an A, I can certainly teach someone the subject (seeing as how I am nowhere near as weird as Kakashi. The only weird thing about me is my naturally pink hair).

Hinata should really get over this 'new people' complex she has. She is fine with meeting them, but then crashes and burns when she has to get to know them, you know, more than just idle chit-chat. It's weird. She's weird. But I still love her. I've known her since we were kids. Growing up with her as one of my closest friends, so it's kind of mandatory that she be forgiven of any and all bad…things? I don't know what to call it, and you know, it's not like having me pose as her as a tutor is necessarily bad. It's just weird.

Oh I don't know how she'll ever find someone to be with. I just want her to be happy.

"What are you thinking?"

I turn my head and Hinata is staring at me with a raised eyebrow and an amused smile on her face. I smile reassuringly in return. "Nothing, really. Just wondering how I'm going to trick this Sasuke guy into thinking I'm you."

"Um, well, it shouldn't be that hard. I've never even met him." She replies.

"Ah, yes, but that doesn't mean that you weren't ever pointed out to you. Your family has a big corporation you know, and you are a potential heir. I'm sure your picture has shown up somewhere."

Realization seemed to dawn her and her face dropped in worry. "I hadn't thought of it like that."

"Eh…" I shrug. "Here's hoping he doesn't recognize your name."

"Sometimes I wish I could just drop my family name. It's because of the Hyuuga that I have to be at my best at all times. The slightest action could inconvenience the reputation that has built up over so many years." She sighs and leans back against the wall, pulling her knees up to her chest. Mental note: tell Hinata not to wear shoes when she's on my bed. "Do you know how much pressure that is?"

"Yeah, I know. I just can't imagine it all being on my shoulders."

"Ha. You can't imagine it, but I have to live through it."

"You've lived through it so far. What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger."

"You know, that saying has always annoyed me. What if someone shot you in the foot and you didn't die? Does walking with a limp make you stronger?"

"Certain phrases apply to certain situations, and I was totally right when I said it here. Don't pick a fight with me, Hinata. I will throw you out the window."

Hinata smirks at me. "You would have the mother of all lawsuits on your butt if that happened. Your life would officially be over. And not in the dramatic stereotypical teenager way; I mean seriously over."

"You sure can be vicious when you want to be."

She grins. "One good thing about being a Hyuuga is that attacking an opponent's weakness is how to get forward in life. It's a really mean way to live, but it makes bluffing a lot easier."

I start laughing and then she laughs with me. I guess you could say that that was my first lesson as "Hinata Hyuuga."

Okay, so this is REALLY short. A lot shorter than what I wanted it to be, but I'm on a time limit so if you want to blame someone, blame my Dad ;D

I hope you enjoyed this chapter enough to want to come back and read more.

RxR