Summary: In the Underground, class and clan mean nothing. In the Underground, people become Gods.

Rating: T for now

Tags: modern day AU. Fast & Furious inspired. SasuHina, slight other pairings.

Disclaimer: Well I obviously don't own Naruto.

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The Rookies/Becoming

The Modest

The Prestigious

The Gods.

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Chapter One

Konoha

Looking back, she thought their reunion was quite cheesy. Almost like the opening to one the dirty romance novels she hid under the bed.

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Hinata had returned to Konoha a few days earlier, stepping off the Hyuuga jet and embracing her much missed family. With Uni the next day, Hinabi and herself flittered through the shops of downtown for things she might need. One shop in particular caught her eye. It was lined inch by inch with knick knacks, the shelves reaching well over her head as tiny Buddhas and charms threatening to spill over. Incenses burned throughout the cramped space. Cheap, plastic lights were dimmed and the wooden blinds only allowed slivers of lights through. It gave the shop a transcendent vibe that one would expect from it's contents. Hinata was entranced. Soon the 18 year old she was lost between the isles as her fingers ran idly across various items.

The heavy shop door was closed, effectively blocking all noise besides the running water of miniature water fountains and her own footsteps. When the door did open, however, the rusted hinges and deafening noise from outside seemed to dominate. But then it closed, shutting out light and noise, allowing in two new visitors.

Hinata peered out from between the shelves. From her angle she saw two people - definitely males - clad in black. She grabbed the snow globe blocking her view and tipped her toes up. With eager eyes she absorbed the sight before her. One of the men had messy blonde hair, the man behind him with hair so jet black it looked dyed. They both adorned three-piece business suits, from their shining shoes to their midnight ties.

The blonde had a white button up under his jacket,his tie loosely undone from around his neck. The darker haired one was entirely in black. Even his designed sunglasses were darker than midnight. Hinata didn't catch him remove the glasses swiftly and tuck it in his pocket, her eyes were fixed solely on the blond. The blonde whose cheeks were lined with what appeared to be scratches. The scratches were perfectly parallel and differing in color than what should be natural.

…Naruto?

Her heart quickened as they walked further into the shop. The teen had to back up to keep an eye on them. They were approached the isle, each footstep ringing painfully in her eardrums. She caught a peak of blond hair and felt close to fainting. But then Naruto (it had to be him, she'd know that face anywhere) was walking past the isle and away from her frantic figure. Her eyes tracked him the whole way, so much so that she didn't notice his friend halt and stare at her.

"Hyuuga."

Hinata finally noticed him. It was the same boy from all those years ago. Same dark eyes that bled to black. Same furrowed shoulders that gave off a get-away-from-me vibe. The only true difference was his growth. Instead of standing an inch above her, Hinata now had to lean up to catch his eyes. He was no longer the thin child of middle school. His shoulders were broader. His body stayed lithe but held a man's physique. Hinata was assaulted by the mere presence of him. It rang out sex appeal in a manner that made her knees want to buckle, confusing her more than calling out to her.

He spoke her last name without emotion, but his brows drew slightly in confusion. Hinata averted her previous thoughts and caught the subtly. After all, what kind of stalker would she be if she wasn't familiar with her crush's best friend? The most confusing part was that he recognized her at all, and that he knew at least part of her name. They'd never spoken a word before.

"S-Sasuke?"

An 18-year-old Naruto, mostly matured from his childhood obliviousness, turned around at the exchange of names. He stopped his walking and went to where his best friend halted.

There, stuffed between the isles and clouded in a haze of incenses, stood Hinata. A heavy jacket was unzipped and loose around her shoulders. Underneath were the characteristic baggy clothes. Yet unlike their childhood, there was real substance beneath them. A hint at the woman she'd grown into over the years. Her hair had also grown. Instead of the bob she used to sport (which Naruto never liked, if we're all being honest here), her tinted strands fell to her full breasts in waves. Her bangs were still there, parted slightly like a showcase to her features. It was all pale skin, dark lashes and wide queer, youthful, grey eyes.

That was what really told Naruto he wasn't hallucinating.

"Hinata-chan?!"

She looked at Naruto.

And dropped the snow globe.

The glass broke and water pooled around her feet. The broken snow globe mocked her clumsiness from the floor, the miniature Eiffel Tower the only piece still attached to it's frame. Looking down at the item drew her attention to her hands. They were slightly shaking. Hinata quickly balled them and told herself to calm down. She wasn't 12 anymore.

With a scary, omnipotent awareness of her shop, the owner sprang before the trio. "You have to pay for that!"

Two voices spoke in tandem. "I got it."

Hinata peered between her bangs at both men. Naruto was casting a sidelong glance at his best friend; Sasuke didn't even bother. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and found the wall interesting.

As if attuned to her sister's distress, Hinabi poofed into the fray. The five of them looked terribly awkward, crowding the space and invading personal bubbles.

"Anyone wanna tell me what's going on?"

Naruto jumped and screeched a little. It made Hinata smile. "Gah Hinabi! You gotta sneak up like that?!"

Hinabi shrugged, "can't help if I'm stealthy. Pretty sure my descendants were ninjas."

Sasuke huffed in clear disbelief.

"Got something to say Uchiha?"

He glared at her, "watch it Hyuuga."

"Hey come on you guys. Hinata is here, we should all be celebrating!"

Hinata caught Sasuke's eyeroll. She glanced away when it ended in him looking her way.

Naruto frowned at Hinabi. "Why didn't you tell us Hinata was in town?"

Being talked about like she wasn't there should be weird. But this wasn't the first time.

"She just got here."

The shopkeeper interjected, "excuse me but someone has to pay for my destroyed item."

The youngest Hyuuga dug in her back pocket. When her hand emerged she was holding a small debit card. It looked encased in silver and had the Hyuuga emblem at the top right corner.

"Besides, we've been busy."

Hinabi handed the card to the shopkeeper, then pulled it back as an afterthought. "I expect a receipt." The owner didn't even hide her scowl. Rich kids.

Naruto deflated, "you could have called or something. Or texted! That's super quick."

"Do you even have the same number?"

"Hehe, guess not. But! You could've asked Sakura."

She responded sarcastically, "Cause I have her number-"

"- well Neji -"

"- don't flatter yourself. I don't think Neji even has my number -"

Hinata sighed inwardly. Of all the Naruto reunion fantasies she'd conjured, this moment was close to none of them. Her hair wasn't even brushed.

She cast her eyes away from her long-time crush and bent down. She carefully placed the small fragments of glass in her palm. She had three in her hands when she chanced another look up. Instead of being rewarded with the blond's handsome appearance, a dark piece of clothing was thrust in front of her face.

Hinata's eyes traced a trail from the jacket to the one holding it. She noted how large his hand was compared to her own, how smooth his black shirt appeared, and then how it was Sasuke presenting it to her. He was standing closer but was looking off into space. That made it easier for Hinata to pluck it from his grasps and ask what it was for.

"To hold the glass. One cut in this store and you'll get gonorrhea."

Hinata didn't think it worked like that, but said thank you anyways. Oblivious to the occurrence, Hinabi and Naruto continued their verbal battle.

"What's with the penguin suits?"

"Me and Sasuke got internships at the Uchiha company. Just til' school starts."

"Sasuke and I."

Naruto looked affronted. "Grammar Nazi."

The hyper teen finally noticed Sasuke only had on his shirt and tie above the waste. His face scrunched, but before asking he caught Hinata from the corner of his eye. She cradled Sasuke's jacket in her hands, glass compiled in the middle and quietly speaking to the returning shopkeeper.

"U-um, excuse me. Do you have a trashcan?"

The old lady smiled, happy at least one of them had manners. She quickly returned Hinabi's card and led the older Hyuuga to the back of the store.

"She's too nice for her own good," Hinabi commented to their retreating backs. She turned back to Naruto, "so, Sasuke hooked you up with a job?"

"Hey, I applied and interviewed and everything!" Naruto still switched between emotions like a five year old.

"Yeah. You were interviewed by your friend's older brother."

"I still had to prove myself. Itachi's tough…" Naruto suddenly had a far away look in his eyes. The two surrounding him practically saw a light bulb appear and turn on above his head. "Are you two busy? I wanna show Hinata something."

Sasuke finally spoke, "whatever you want to show her has to wait. Lunch break is over in a few minutes."

Naruto pouted. "Man I hate working."

"You sound like Nara."

He pointed his finger at Hinabi accusingly, "don't compare me to that lazy bastard."

"I can see it too."

"Shut up Sasuke-"

"-make me."

Hinabi twitched at their display. Like a married couple, these two.

Thankfully Hinata returned to her side. Her calming energy always had a way of keeping Hinabi sane.

The older Hyuuga leaned toward her sister, "ano, what are they arguing about?"

"Honestly, nothing. Don't you idiots have somewhere to be?" Hinabi snapped.

The boys both stopped their argument. Sasuke glared once more before stuffing his hands in his pockets and heading for the door.

"Oh shit we're gonna be late." Naruto was a second away from sprinting to the door when he stopped. The blond turned around suddenly. Hinata had only a moment before she was pulled into a hug. Her face ignited from beginning to end.

Naruto withdrew himself and smiled at the petite girl. "We'll hang out later, yeah?"

She could only nod, and then he really did sprint out.

Hinabi smiled, "that's interesting…"

Hinata's lungs constricted painfully. Peaceful waterfall. Even breathing. In and out. In and out.

"…you didn't faint."

Only on the ride home did Hinata realize she still had Sasuke's jacket.

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Sasuke and Naruto worked well into the night. Itachi didn't seem to care that school was around the corner. Sasuke wouldn't have it any other way.

Per usual, the two went to the Uchiha mansion as soon as their work was completed. They worked on their cars for a little over an hour, then retreated to one of the two living rooms.

Sasuke lounged lazily on his couch, eyes to the ceiling while he tossed a rubber stress ball up and down in the air. Naruto picked a plush chair he could drown in. He flicked on the tv and ran through channels aimlessly. After a moment he spoke.

"You think Hinata knows about the Underground?"

Sasuke threw the ball up again. "No. Neji wouldn't let her get involved."

"Too bad! I'd love to see her beat up on someone in the ring."

"Hn."

Naruto's eyes casually left the screen and went to his friend. "I'm surprised you remember Hinata."

Surprised you recognized her. Surprised you knew her name. Surprise you offered her your jacket. It was all normal human behavior; something Naruto rarely saw from his best friend. Like seeing a pegasus get it on with a leprechaun at the end of the rainbow.

The Uchiha took a moment's hesitation before throwing the ball up again. He didn't respond, causing a rare awkward silence between the two.

"It's getting late."

Naruto sighed, aware of the hidden dismissal. He lifted from the chair and took his jacket from the spot on the floor he'd tossed it to earlier. The blond flung it over his shoulder one-handedly. Words were tossed out as he left the room.

"See ya' around the bend teme."

Sasuke remained silent, tossing the ball long after the Naruto's departure.

AN: I honestly shouldn't be writing this. But Pilot is almost over soooo don't judge me.