*cupid&psyche, twisted.*
"Funny."
Hinata snapped her head up off her desk and blinked rapidly at Kurenai Yuhi. Oh crap.
"Um, I apologize, Professor Yuhi. Uh…"
"Hinata, honey, you have to stop watching those corny teenage romance movies at one in the morning on your laptop!" exclaimed a short pink-haired girl on Hinata's far left.
"Sakura, you hypocritical skankhoe, don't be all up on Hinata's case!" retorted a girl with a long, blonde ponytail at the back of the classroom.
Laughter and giggles were shared throughout the other girls, with remarks of "Here they go again," and "Can't they just shut up already? They do this every week, jeez," were heard. Kurenai sighed and slapped a wooden ruler across her own teacher's desk.
"Sakura Haruno and Ino Yamanaka, and you girls too, PLEASE." Quiet immediately followed.
"Since our dear princess was taking a lovely nap, why don't she recite a little of her poem that she wrote last night? Unless she just copied down the words from a movie script?"
Seventeen year-old Princess Hinata Hyuga, her official title being Her Royal Highness Princess Hinata of Konoha and the Land of Fire, glanced shyly at the ground before standing up to face her now smiling 11th grade classmates. The private all girls school she is enrolled in, The Immaculate, is attended only by the smartest and richest daughters of wealthy men and women from all around the country. It is only natural that the princess of the country also enroll in such an elite school.
Taking a breath, Hinata glanced at her friends, who were all scattered throughout the room. The pink-haired girl, Sakura Haruno, grinned at the standing princess. Sakura is the daughter of big-time politicians, and her parents actually help advise Hinata's father with decisions and plans for the country. Hinata and Sakura met when they were babies and are still friends.
The girl with the long blonde ponytail winked at Hinata, which made Hinata smile. Ino Yamanaka's parents are internationally renown fashion designers, and they make clothes for the Royal Family constantly. The girls wear uniforms at school, but once they hit the streets, the glamour appears.
Eternally grateful for her supportive friends who recognized Hinata as a person rather than a member of the Royal Family, Hinata exhaled, and recited:
Time, please stop before the star falls.
Time, please stop before my tears appear.
Time, please stop before I become wasted.
Good night to those who sparkled.
Good night to the million grains of sand.
Good night to the salt that rests on my pillow.
Silence.
Worried that her poem was horrible, Hinata hurriedly looked for her Professor's reaction.
Kurenai was standing, eyes closed, smile on her face. Applause grew loud as Hinata slowly faced her class. She smiled.
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"Please wake up, my dear red-haired sunshine!"
Gaara groaned. Snickers from the thugs at the back of the room were heard. That bowl-cut hairstyle dumbass…
The red-haired eleventh grader at Sarutobi High still had his head down on his desk, but glared at the class president who happened to be giving a speech to the delinquent-filled class. Amazingly, Rock Lee only enrolled in the worst public school of Konoha in order to "revive its youthfulness."
Gaara, not interested in what flowery talk Lee had to say, looked around the classroom. In one corner, a blondie who used gel in order to spike up his hair was drooling while staying awake. Some of the members of the gang Akatsuki were texting on their phones at the back. Slutty girls, who wore almost nothing at all, were applying thick amounts of makeup in their desks. These juvenile delinquents could care less about their class prez. And the teacher, Asuma Sarutobi, had disappeared, probably smoking at the roof of the building.
In the midst of Rock Lee's " enjoying life with strength," the bell finally rang. All the students lazily chatted while walking towards the door and down the stair to their lockers.
"SAW YOU SLEEPIN' AGAIN, YA SHITHEAD!"
Naruto Uzumaki practically bounced in front of Gaara as they both walked down the hallway.
"You're the shithead, you damn loud-mouth."
"Hey hey haaayyy. OH by the way, did ya get that invite from the dark bastard Uchiha for his birthday partaayy?"
The blonde was wearing a black beanie, black sweatshirt, and black skinny jeans. He looked like a mugger, only with orange sneakers. Gaara looked at his own clothes in comparison - gray baseball cap, black sweatshirt with hood on, dark blue skinny jeans, and red sneakers. Snickering inwardly at how they somewhat dressed alike, Gaara felt superior because of his own better taste in clothes.
"Yeah, I got invited, but I'm just gonna go as a security guard. Can you move your ass away from my locker?"
"Security guard? Shit, Gaara, ya gotta start hittin' it up with the ladies! Ya ain't gonna go solo forever ya know."
"Naruto, I will start hitting you if you don't move away from my locker."
The threat was said in a voice cold enough so that Naruto winced and finally stepped aside. Sighing, Gaara grabbed the notebooks from his bag and into his locker. "No way am I studying for such an easy test," he thought as he closed his locker.
He turned to face Naruto, only to find the blonde texting furiously on his phone.
"Sorry dude! I just gotta text from Kiba! He says that there's a catfight on the fourth floor, front of the chem class! Gotta watch. See ya!"
And he ran off.
Gaara adjusted his cap and walked out of the building to the nearby subway station. His pace was fast as he rushed to hop onto an incoming train. After enduring twenty minutes of two old ladies arguing about vegetable prices, Gaara stepped off the subway and into one of the darker and tougher neighborhoods of Konoha. Double checking to make sure that he wasn't followed, he quickly ran into an old, run-down hospital and skipped two stair steps at a time into the former lounge of the building.
"Baki, it's Sand Heart."
The man standing in the middle of the lounge jumped at the icy tone of Gaara's voice. Baki , Gaara's mentor, quickly swept around, and gave Gaara a grim smile.
"Just in time. You have a new mission. You can kiss those days of typing up reports goodbye…for now."
Gaara furrowed his brow. "I just had one three weeks ago."
"In this mission, the target is the cream of the crop. You can't get a tougher job than this."
Gaara recalled the time when he asked his mentor for the most difficult assassination projects. Ever since he joined the Black Hand, Gaara killed only to be recognized by his father, the leader of the Black Hand organization. Gaara wanted his father to be proud of such an admirable son.
"So, who's my next target?"
Gaara warily eyed Baki, for Baki was grinning like a child.
"Hinata Hyuga."
A/N This is my first fanfic. I tried really hard to not make it boring… Anyways, how was it? Please give me feedback! :3