Author's Note: My First Fic! Please Read and Review.

Disclaimer: I Don't Own Naruto. Unfortunately.

Help Wanted

Hinata Hyuga sighed and stared out the window of her room. The Hyuga clan's grounds stretched out beneath her, people milling about, and though any of them were dedicated to her as the heiress of the clan, she knew she needed the help of someone outside the family to work on her… abilities.

She was just deciding to go into town when Hanabi poked her head into the door.

"Your sensei wants to speak with you. She's in the entry hall," she stated matter-of-factly, spun on her heel, and left.

Hinata scratched her head. Why would Kurenai need to see her at noon on a Saturday?

"Kurenai-sensei?" Hinata poked her head in the door. "You wanted to see me?"

"I thought you might like to go into town with me. We'll hit the Ichiraku noodle bar," Kurenai said, putting her arm around Hinata's shoulder.

"O-oh, okay s-sensei," Hinata stammered.

They walked through town together, Kurenai speaking and Hinata just letting the words wash over her.

"What do you want?" Kurenai asked.

"Huh?" Hinata blinked, and realized that they had arrived at the bar. She looked around and caught sight of Naruto, Sakura, and Sasuke sitting at a table in the corner. Sakura was attempting to beat Naruto into submission with his ramen bowl, while Sasuke was doing his best to ignore them. Hinata blushed and turned away.

"This is just what I thought was going on," Kurenai said. She ordered two bowls of ramen and pulled Hinata over to a corner.

"Okay, what's bugging you?" Kurenai asked. Hinata mumbled a response, and poked her fingers together.

"Come on, speak up. I'm here to help you," Kurenai said, gently pulling Hinata's hands apart.

"Sensei, I-I think I'm gay," Hinata said, blushing. Kurenai stopped. She hadn't been expecting that, she had assumed it had something to do with Naruto.

"Hinata, I have to admit, that was unexpected, but I can say I've been in you're position before," Kurenai began. "I had a friend when I was about a year older than you are now. Her name was Kiora. I probably would have been her girlfriend if the nine-tailed demon fox hadn't attacked. Her home was destroyed in the fighting, and she was trapped inside. Anyways, do you have anyone in particular you're focused on?"

"S-s-sakura," she mumbled, as the girl in question walked by in search of the restroom.

Kurenai thought for a moment. "I have to report to the Hokage, so why don't you go sit at Naruto's table and try talking to her. She's a nice girl, I'm sure she'll be kind to you."

Hinata picked up her soda and walked over to the table. She plopped unceremoniously into an empty chair next to Naruto.

"Hi Hinata! What's up?" he said, swallowing his ramen. Hinata shrugged. Sasuke moved to grab his soda, and ended up knocking it off the table edge.

"Well, fool, go get napkins," he snapped at Naruto. As soon as Naruto was out of earshot, he slid next to Hinata. "I heard you and Kurenai talking," He started. She blushed and said nothing. "Don't worry, I'll help you get Sakura."

Naruto and Sakura returned, Naruto yelling at Sasuke to get out of his seat. Sakura sat on Hinata's other side.

"Hi Hinata," Sakura said. "What's got you? You look like something's bothering you."

"Sakura, I-I" Hinata started.

"Yes?"

Hinata could think of no way to get the words out, so she decided not to use words. She leaned forward to close the gap between them and planted her lips on Sakura's.

The entire bar seemed to go silent. Naruto stopped yelling at Sasuke, Kurenai paused on her way out the door, and someone at the next table fell off their chair. Hinata broke off from Sakura and stared into her eyes. Sakura blushed and got up, running out of the bar.

Naruto was speechless. He couldn't even think off a smartass comment, a first for him. Sasuke got up and leaned next to Hinata's ear.

"Don't worry, she's just as shy as you sometimes," he whispered and headed out the door. Hinata slumped back in her chair, not sure if she was feeling bad because of her confession or being rejected.