Chapter One

She shouldn't have come. Not because her father would be disappointed; he always was whenever it involved her, but simply because she couldn't stand the crowd. She was jumpy, and timid at the best of times, and being in the middle of a concert filled to the brim with people was sending her over the edge with anxiety.

She pushed through the crowd, trying to escape the mass of people as quickly as possible. She was so stupid. This whole night was stupid though. Whenever Sakura had told her that she and Naruto had an extra ticket to go see a concert, she didn't care what band it was, and didn't even think about how packed it would probably be, she was just so excited at the thought of spending time with him, no matter the circumstances. That was how she always was whenever it came to her first love.

Whenever the even more excited than usual Naruto had pulled her aside before the concert, she was brimming with hope that her love had finally been received, only to have them slammed into a brick wall of nothingness whenever Naruto asked if she would mind if he 'stole' Sakura away for a bit during the concert. Apparently tonight would be the night that he had finally decided to reveal to Sakura his feelings. She had known of his affections for Sakura, but clung to that tiny sliver of hope that one day, if she would just keep standing by him, that her affections would be returned.

But that would never be the case. Even before she met him in middle school, Sakura would always be first to him.

Tears threatened to come as she finally got out of the crowd, towards the entrance, and she paused for a second to try to calm herself. Maybe if she hadn't have paused, but just kept moving her world wouldn't have come to a sudden stop, maybe if she had just kept her eyes at her feet like normal, it would be okay.

But she didn't keep moving, and she didn't keep her eyes at her feet. And so she saw it. Her best friend, and her first love sharing a tender kiss. As Naruto pulled away she could see his happiness, and his unlimitless joy, and she knew why.

She froze. Everything she knew told her to run, to keep going, and to spare herself the pain, but for some sick, unexplainable reason, her feet refused to move. She didn't move as Naruto picked Sakura up, spinning her around in a circle. She didn't look away whenever Sakura leaned in to kiss Naruto, this time more confident. She couldn't.

So somebody did it for her.

"W-w-wha?" She questioned as a gruff hand pressed onto the small of her back and pushed her forward. She saved herself from completely falling, and twisted around to see who had pushed her.

And while, yes, she did expect to see somebody, she didn't expect them to be so close. Blue eyes with a small tint of grey were but inches from her own pupil less ones. She jumped back out of shock, and blushed at how close she had been to the man.

He wasn't tall, maybe a 4 inches taller than her, but then again, she was only 5 feet even. He had long golden hair pulled back into a tight ponytail, which intrigued her, because she had only known men to wear long hair in a very loose ponytail, and one of his eyes was covered by his hair. She wondered vaguely if his hair was longer than hers.

"It's bad to stare, yeah." She blushed furiously whenever she realized her actions, until she realized that he wasn't talking about himself, but the couple (?) that were now in a passionate make out session that left right back to where she had been before.

Maybe it was the fact that she had looked like a lost puppy that drew him, but he shook that off since he had never been fond of dogs in the least. He didn't know if he would ever know exactly why he did it, because though, yes, he was often very spontaneous, they involved art, not people. Especially not tiny, short little girls who stared heart brokenly at couples.

He wanted to be a good person. Redeem himself or some crap, yeah. That's what he told himself as he distracted her for a second time, grasping on her wrist, and pulling her out the entry of the concert.

He doubted that she was in her right mind, since she didn't pull away or even protest in the slightest as he pulled her out. No normal girl would go willing out of a concert with a complete stranger, but she wasn't exactly normal, he noted.

She was shorter than average, with shoulder length black (or was it blue?) hair, but the thing that really made her different was her eyes; whitish purple with no pupils, the Hyuuga family 'trademark'. He knew a Hyuuga, but he was a male, and the complete opposite of the girl. While Nagi (that name didn't sound right, but whatever, like he gave a damn.) had reeked of arrogance, this frail girl practically poured off innocence.

Once they were out, he turned around, and released her wrist. "You will be okay, yeah?" She looked at him warily, but he didn't blame her. He'd be freaked too if some strange person pulled him out of a concert.

She gulped before speaking, "I w-w-will b-be f-f-f-f-fi-"She cut herself off as she started sobbing. The tears threw him off. They were real, not fake, like the ones girls used whenever they wanted attention, but harsh. Her breathing became ragged, and she quickly covered her face with her hands. Her shoulders shook, and for some reason that even he couldn't explain, he found himself reaching toward her, and placing his hand on her back, rubbing small circles in an effort to calm her.

They stood there like that for at least half a hour, before her tears finally seemed to stop. He looked at her face as confusion, and shock replaced sadness, and loneliness.

"W-who a-a-are y-you?" Her words were soft, and he almost didn't catch it.

"My name is Deidara, yeah." He tried to sound nice, and hoped his efforts came through, but she just looked more confused.

"I-I d-d-don't k-k-k-know y-you." Fear began to show in her eyes, and he raced to save himself.

"You looked sad, yeah. I won't hurt you, yeah. I promise, hm."

"D-d-do y-you a-a-always s-speak like t-t-t-that?" He furrowed his brows in confusion then realized what she meant.

Offended, he rashly spoke, "Do you always stutter, yeah."

He bit his tongue. He was an idiot. He was supposed to be making her feel better, not worse. It was obvious she already felt shitty enough as it was. He mentally hit his head repeatly, until he heard laughter.

She was laughing. Her small hand made an attempt to cover it up, but he could still hear it clearly. He gave a hesitant smirk.

"N-nobody h-h-has e-ever c-c-confronted me a-a-about m-my s-stuttering b-b-before." She spoke her words jokingly, but there was a hint of seriousness there.

"What is your name, yeah?" He was curious to know who she was. The Hyuugas were powerful, but known to be very traditional, and rather old-fashioned. Coming to a concert surely couldn't have been normal, and he wondered if maybe she was distant, like a branch family.

"H-hinata H-hyuuga." Sunny. He was thinking about the name whenever a sudden yell startled him.

"Hey, Hinata-chaaaaan! Guess what? SHE LIKED ME TOO." Though he could tell the owner of the voice was an idiot, and had no bad intentions by the words, by the shear look of joy on his face, Deidara couldn't help, but notice the flinch whenever the blonde boy said that.

And it all clicked together. Deidara suddenly understood what had happened.

"You know him, yeah." Deidara said as the boy walked closer, holding hands with a thin girl with hair the shade of cotton candy. He had forgotten how much he disliked cotton candy.

Hinata nodded, tears brimming. Deidara instantly felt guilty, and turned his back to the couple, blokcing Hinata's view, "Hey, don't cry, yeah. We don't want another water slide, yeah." She laughed softly, and he felt a rush of relief.

The couple finally reached Hinata, and Deidara, and he heard a girl, presumably cotton candy head, start yelling to the boy about how he was giving her a headache, though there was a hint of affection.

"Who are you?" Deidara turned around slowly, and moved off to the side of Hinata, glancing at her, before answering. Apparently her shoes had suddenly become interesting, and she appeared to be firmly focusing her eyes on them.

"Nobody important, yeah." And with that, and a quick squeeze of Hinata's shoulder, he left them.

Hinata needed to face them herself, and he had dealt with enough caring for one night. It was strange, and he didn't like it one bit.

And so he left her there. He hoped she would understand that he didn't mean to abandon her, only wanted her to face them herself.