Disclaimer: Alright, I admit it, I own Naruto, I mean, just because I'm still in school, I've lived in the good old US of A my whole life, and I don't have enough money to afford a happy meal doesn't mean I can't. Wait, yeah it does. I don't own Naruto, and even if they started selling rights off ebay, I still wouldn't. Unless it cost less than a happy meal at McDonalds.

Ah, I decided to do a Naruto fanfic. Tell me if it's any good or not, I seriously want to know, really I promise, cross my heart and hope the mosquito sadists finally prevail in their attempts to throw me in an asylum:

Uchiha Sasuke would never—no, could never—like a girl. In fact, it was not only physically, but also mentally impossible. And that was a fact. And facts, as we all know, are facts—no getting around them. It was past all logic whatsoever that he would fall for anyone, and that was simply that. No way around it. No loopholes. Just plain, true facts. And no one argued that fact either. Even the most devote fangirls had accepted that their Sasuke-kun would never belong to just one girl, because he'd never like a girl; a fact they both reveled in and suffered depression from. On the one hand, he would never belong to another, on the other, he'd never belong to them alone.

For a while, nothing changed in this view of Sasuke, because he never did anything to dispel it. In fact he believed in it. He would, after all, never consent to falling in love. It would be impractical, annoying. He was, after all, an avenger. He was to avenge his clan, and couldn't do that if his hormones ran around on their own. No, he had a very strict control over himself, one that would never ever be broken by any girl, no matter who she was, how powerful she was, or what she did. Sasuke, on his part, liked this fact. The fact that logically he would never fall prey to a girl.

Because, after all, facts were facts.

But Hyuuga Hinata was far outside logic and facts. She was, after all, a fairly simple girl. She was, of course, quiet and sweet, never completely sure of herself, but absolutely sure that everyone else in Konoha was both strong and kind, even if they didn't show it. And—although she had gone through great pains in her family—she herself was very kind, and happy. Yes, Hinata was very happy. She enjoyed her world, her friends, her life—if not her life in her clan. As for logic? Well, Hinata didn't much care for it. It was something complicated and dull. She enjoyed learning about medicine, flowers, and people, if she couldn't speak to them so well, she enjoyed their company. As for facts? Well, facts could be proven wrong. She'd seen it happen. It was a so-called "fact" that she would be a boy, take the ninja world storm, and inherit the Hyuuga clan's topmost position with honor. Well, she'd proven that to be completely wrong. So, as for facts? When she heard someone say "It's a fact!" she'd sigh, roll her eyes and continue with her business.

Yes, to Hyuuga Hinata, logic and facts has no place in her life. They had no standing with her, and while most saw this view as strange, and unnatural, she saw their views as boring, complicated and something—to be quite honest?—she could do perfectly well without. But, of course, Sasuke, at this point, knew nothing about what Hinata thought about logic, and could care less for her criticisms of facts, logic, and everything he trusted and believed in—which, it must be admitted, is a painfully small list. Not only that, but in no way did Sasuke care about flowers. Medicine was fine, but he left those types of things to ninjas like Hinata: those who enjoyed the subject.

So, Hinata and Sasuke—though they'd never talked to each other long enough to know it—were basically complete opposites. And neither really cared to know anyway.

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"Hinata-chan!" Naruto's voice was too loud for the early morning hours…actually, it was too loud for any hours, but, then again, Sasuke was never a really good judge of that, him being in the competition for the most silent thing on the planet (he just had to beat that rock…). He rubbed his temples soothingly.

"Y-yes, Naru-naruto-k-kun?" Hinata asked quietly.

"Um, well, hehe," he rubbed his head. "I sort of forgot to do the homework Iruka-sensei assigned on stealth." Shocker. "So, I was wondering, could I copy yours?"

Sasuke looked over, boredom blatant on his face. Hinata looked at him, her face slightly disapproving, but a blush was visible on her face as she replied. "I-I'd like it i-if y-you wou-would d-do your own," she bit her lip. "B-but, I g-guess th-this once i-is okay…"

"Thanks, Hinata-chan!" Naruto yelled. "You're the best!" With that, the blond boy took a piece of paper out and busily copied off of the sheet Hinata had written in her neat handwriting.

Another normal day. Sasuke sighed. He stood up quickly, causing the room to go silent. He heard several of his fangirls gasp as he walked towards the door out. He'd had enough. His homework—clean and neat—sat on the front of his desk.

"Hey, you," he said pointing to one of the girls. "Tell him I'm sick. Give him the homework." He jerked his head to his table and left the room. Dang it, the rock beat him. He was so close too…

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Hinata watched the boy leaved with a sorrowful shake of the head. He always thought he was too good for anyone else. But still, she decided to take notes for him, in case he would need it. Which, he probably wouldn't. But still, she would. Because, that's just what Hinata did. Hinata was simply a nice person. She would just do those types of things, because they needed to be done. And she knew that the fangirls squealing about how adorably cool their Sasuke-kun was being wouldn't do it. Even if it passed their minds, they wouldn't. Because they just didn't do those types of things, their paper wasn't worthy of being touched by Sasuke-kun. Well, Hinata's was, she decided. After all, it was, after all, just paper, and the tree her paper came from was just as deserving to touch him as the tree his paper was from.

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"S-sasuke-kun?" Hinata asked, when she found him on the roof.

His eyes snapped open, and his head jerked over to face her. "What?"

"I m-made y-you a co-copy of th-the notes," she said, a slight frown on her face.

He stared at her for a long time, silently, unwaveringly. "…why?"

"Be-because, no one e-else would h-have."

He looked at her for a very long time. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, still staring at her. "To what gain?"

"E-excuse m-me?" she asked.

"To. What. Gain?" he repeated, slower, with better enunciation.

"I d-dunno," she mumbled. "J-just to h-help."

He held out his hand with a sigh. Hinata placed the notes in his large hands (or larger than hers, anyway) and turned to leave.

"…thanks."

Hinata turned back around, a faint blush in her cheeks. "Y-you're we-welcome." With that, she left him to go eat her lunch before class started up again.

Sasuke watched her leave, a strange look on his face. But then, it was gone, and if anyone had even seen it, they would have blamed it on the light. Because Sasuke didn't get those kinds of looks. Sasuke had mastered the art of keeping his face completely blank, and Hyuuga Hinata wouldn't change that. And, just like many other things, that was a fact.