Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Naruto characters. The story is fictional and written for the entertainment of the readers. This story is not monetized.

Author's note: This is just a test-chapter. If my beautiful audience thinks it's worth it, I will continue writing more chapters. If not, I'll end it as a two-shot.

Warning: Chapters marked with * hold mature content. People who are not fond of this kind of material or are underage are kindly advised not to read the aforementioned chapters. I will make sure to give additional warnings along the way.

Pairing: Sasuke x Hinata

Genre: Romance, Comedy, Erotica, School Life


What was it that they all hated? Whether they were nerds, lazy bums, cheerleaders, school body president, what was it that all high schoolers hated? End of weekends. To attend the most prestigious and famed school in Japan was no easy feat, so the Konoha High students hated the end of weekends with a passion. Rules were strict, study hours long, expectations extremely high, school fees even higher. Weekends provided a small reprieve from the exhausting school life, but it hardly sufficed.

Maintaining this immaculate reputation was a challenge for both students and teachers. And yet, over the years, this institution's renown had grown. Many were the reasons to explain this impressive outcome; a proper school protocol, diligent students, dedicated teachers, generous sponsors, and last but not least, four elite students. The best of the best. One might ask 'why only four? Such a small number for a school of such renown'. But folks needed to bear in mind that this was a school for the most gifted students in the country. Only the best could attend. Why four elite students? Because out of the mass of talented students that graced the halls of this school, four were truly brilliant; four students were counted upon to always bring excellent results, to be flawless in tasks given to them. And they were.

For the new principal, Tsunade Senju, it was of great importance that the school image be kept intact, and so, for the new semester, she had thought of an interesting game to force her ingenious group of elite students to play. Outsmarting Suna High's principal, Sabaku Gaara, was no child's play, and being the ambitious and highly competitive spirit that she was, the tall blonde had made up her mind. Lately, statistics have shown that principal Gaara's school was steadily catching up to them. Some even questioned whether there was even a difference in excellence between the two schools or if by now they became equally impressive. To say that Tsunade disliked this current predicament was an understatement.

So she tapped her fingers upon the goldenly lustered surface of her recently repaired desk. It was no secret that she was a temperamental woman, so why her elite students decided to be late this Monday morning was beyond her. But she wouldn't get frustrated, not so early in the morning. She would rather save that for scolding some of her teachers. There was bound to be at least one who was tardy, most likely a grey-haired Hatake Kakashi. She could always take out her anger on him with no reserves. The man could seriously dodge her every punch, and that said something.

A knock on the door, and her most favored pupils walked inside the office.

Nara Shikamaru, captain of the Science Research Club.

Hyuuga Neji, captain of the Martial Arts Club.

Uzumaki Naruto, football team captain.

Uchiha Sasuke, Student Body President.

They wordlessly took their respective seats opposite of her, knowing well enough not to utter a word when being late. Tsunade valued punctuality beyond all else.

"Today, a new semester begins. I expect nothing but the best from you all. Our school prides itself with its high achievements, starting from petty art competitions, to national championships. We are the best in everything we do and-" Tsunade abruptly stopped her rant after taking a closer look at her four elites. They weren't exactly paying attention, and who could blame them? The weekend had just ended, and even the principal knew about the grand party they had all attended last night. Their attention span could be extended only so far, and when Naruto even had the audacity to plainly yawn in front of her, she crumbled the sheet of paper she had been monotonously reading and threw it over her shoulder.

"Okay, enough of that bullcrap. You, my dear elites, will from today onward play a game."

As expected, this had sparked their attention, and had promptly brought their apprehensive gazes, one by one, to latch onto her excited one.

"But the games start on Friday night. Can't you give us a break?" Naruto, the blonde sports genius, whined.

Tsunade's glare had her grandson stiffen. Most would not believe they were related, and not because of how ridiculously young she looked for her age, but because she and her grandson were complete opposites when it came to things they were competent in. He, a sports prodigy who memorized things at a slower pace than the other elites, but remembered what he had memorized over very extended periods of time, whereas she a born leader with great analytical skills. Though, in truth, she secretly envied her beloved grandson's elephant-like memory.

"Before I start, let me tell you that you all have to play. And win. And no, Nara, you cannot decline," she quickly warned, seeing as the lazy Nara genius opened his mouth to downright refuse her. It's what he always did whenever she handed him a task, no matter how easy.

"What kind of game?"

Thankfully, the Hyuuga genius was always calm and open for any challenge, so his inquiry brought a bright smile on her tired face.

"As you all know, by the end of the school year it will be publicly announced which school ranks highest in terms of excellence. The key is having as many mediocre students significantly raise their grades. Principal Gaara had made a public announcement to all his students, kindly asking them to do their best. But we all know that method doesn't work, now don't we?"

"What do you want us to do about it?" Sasuke asked.

Blunt as usual. Everyone knew that the longer the conversation dragged on, the more disinterested the Uchiha prodigy got. His academic accomplishments were beyond reproach, he himself displaying great ability to think clearly under pressure, to quickly adapt to difficult situations, to learn and assimilate at an alarming rate. Still, he was most impatient and irritable. But the students –mainly the female side- had taken an immense liking to him, so his popularity had grown over night. Seeing the rise of said student's annoyance at her delayed response, Tsunade sighed. Without further ado, she passed each of them a folder containing their respective targets for the game.

"These are the files of a few very interesting students attending our school. The game is simple. Each of you will help their 'target' become elite much like yourselves."

Tsunade had to say, their looks were priceless. Seldom times had she seen all of them truly speechless, and it was in these moments that she desired to have a secret camera hidden in her office. Oh, how beautifully she could entertain herself by watching their bewildered expressions whenever she would get bored with all the paperwork.

"Say what?!"

As expected, Naruto was the first to react. Sasuke may be the most impatient of the group, but the blue-eyed boy was definitely the number one most unpredictable student. And the loudest. And the most talkative. And the friendliest. Tsunade could go on. Surprisingly, however, he said nothing more, and only opened the folder he had been handed. Jade eyes stared back at him, and the second thing he noticed was rose-colored hair.

"Sakura?! You want me to help the cheerleading team captain, Sakura Haruno, become elite?! Grandma, that's impossible, she hates so many subjects! Everyone knows that! Just let her be good at cheerleading, Sakura is cute like that!"

"No can do, Naruto. It's either that, or you lose your title as Football captain."

Naruto stilled at this. He had worked so hard to earn that title! Surely she couldn't mean to take it away so easily.

"Higurashi…TenTen?" Neji inquired. "I do not understand why you would want her to become elite, Lady Tsunade."

Higurashi TenTen was a plain girl. Plain as paper, if he were to crudely put it. In regards to her behavior, she acted rather tomboyish most of the time. Even the way she dressed tinted to display her rebellious nature.

"From what I gather, she's in your martial arts club, isn't she, Neji? You are most suited to guide her onto the right path."

The pale-eyed prodigy frowned. A logical explanation, but the principal had avoided answering his question.

"Why do I get the flower girl?" asked indignantly Shikamaru.

"Please, Shikamaru. Ino Yamanaka is a good choice for you. Besides, I hear she has always liked you, so it should be easy, no?"

By now, even Suna High must have been painfully aware of the childhood crush of Ino Yamanaka. This particular girl had the unbefitting habit of spreading gossip around every corner, not even minding when it involved her personal affairs. And that wouldn't be all that bad. The sad thing was he would usually be one way or another dragged into her gossips. This was all too troublesome. This was why Shikamaru hated end of weekends.

The only student to remain silent throughout the whole fiasco was the Uchiha clan's youngest pride and joy, who was currently staring at the picture attached to the file in his hands. Oddly enough, he couldn't quite remember seeing the girl before. With him having several substantial fan clubs –he would rather not remember the male fan clubs- and being forced to face them daily, you'd think he had come to know mostly everyone attending school by now. He had excellent photographic memory, and if names sometimes slipped, he never forgot a face. And apparently, the girl would not be hard to notice. She did, after all, stand out. White eyes of a soft lavender hue, dark indigo hair, radiant ivory skin, her figure presented quite the fetching chromatic contrast. He would've definitely remembered someone like her.

"Hyuuga Hinata," Tsunade said, pointing at Sasuke's file.

"Your sister?" Naruto whispered to Neji.

Shaking his head, the Hyuuga martial artist muttered a "distant cousins", before returning his attention to the principal. By the looks of it, she still had more explaining to do.

"Alright, listen up. Your main goal is, like the Suna principal said, to make as many students get higher scores. However, no matter what, your goal will be to turn these girls into elites. We've been told it's unacceptable that our elite team consists only of males. These girls are all special, and influential in their own way. The more students you help improve, the fewer fees you have to pay, the more funding you get for your clubs. If you fail, your titles get removed."

"Grandma, none of this is fair! I've worked my butt off for this and-"

"Now, let's discuss your strategy."

"Strategy?" the student president asked.

"Asking the students nicely to study is a waste of time. I want you to do something that will definitely guarantee the success of your mission."

Everyone watched her expectantly because, thankfully, Tsunade wasn't one to beat around the bush. However, as her honey-colored hues regarded each student knowingly, she chose to prolong the silence, until Shikamaru mouthed an 'oh no…'. Tsunade chuckled.

"That's right, Nara," she said with a nod, for she could tell by the look in his widened eyes that he had guessed correctly. "You give them a reward whenever they do something right." Tsunade gave a pointed look to her handsome elites. They were all uniquely captivating and the dominant female population of the school would be more than receptive to her top students.

Realization dawned upon them at the implication of her words. All of them, except Naruto, had to admit that the principal's logic was indeed flawless. Also, all of them, with the exception of Shikamaru, were already excelling at the old 'wooing the ladies' technique.

Without another word, Sasuke stood up. This was positively one of the easiest tasks he had been assigned to.

"Reward?" Naruto inquired. Just what kind of reward was he supposed to give?

Tsunade sighed.

"Explain it to him on your way out, will you?"


:::5 weeks later:::…

"President, look! I got another A! See? Just like I promised you I would! Can I have it now?!"

The red-haired girl stubbornly followed behind the tall Uchiha, eagerness apparent in her loud, persistent voice. She couldn't help but let her eyes roam appreciatively over his broad back, his alabaster skin, the dark charcoal color of his tresses. He had been the object of her desires for many, many months now, and she would do anything for him! Even study all night!

With only a moments' hesitation, Sasuke promptly stopped in his tracks and turned to face the excited girl with a small victorious smirk playing across his lips. This certain girl has been miraculously improving her studies to get a dose of his attention. And who was he to deny her something she so rightfully deserved?

Walking towards her, his hand reached out to abruptly grab her chin, bringing his lips down on hers to move them fervently in a rewarding kiss. Once he pulled away, the girl swiftly swamped to the ground, too weak-kneed to stand.

"Keep up the good work, Karin," he called out as he resumed his previous stride.

The game had been on-going for over a month now, and without a doubt, it was the Uchiha president who was leading the competition. This was attributed to capturing substantial attention from the greatest number of students, even though his comrades were not far behind. All of them had their own fan clubs, but lately, he had seen girls switch between "idols". There were even girls who, for every A that they scored, would run to each elite to ask for a 'reward'. Sasuke sighed. Of course they would figure out a way to profit more from this new form of "study stimulation", if he could call it that.

Ah, but it really did not matter. He had "conquered" more than enough and just as he had suspected, this new game did not prove to be a very challenging task. Of course, the other "game players" would offer good resistance, each coming up with ingenious ways to further their success and popularity rate, but that was the only true entertainment this game brought. His true dissatisfaction –and he disliked admitting it- came from not interacting with his target.

.

Why? Because this nerve-wracking target of his just wasn't your typical student. No, she was always taking "independent studies" or "occupied with club activities". Or at least that's what his sources and her classmates were saying. Yes, he had procured her class schedule and after reading it once it remained engrained in his mind. His memorizing skills were truly a most convenient gift. But it served no purpose since whenever he came looking for her, he'd be told she had "just left" or "felt sick" or who-knows-what-else. It was ridiculous, but he was constantly one step behind, as if she were this small imp who figured out when he came looking for her and knew when to conveniently go 'poof'. If this kept going, he'd have to go and do the only thing left to do; ask Neji about her. Why hasn't he done so yet, you may ask? Because who would willingly make it easier for the other players to win the game?

There was one other place Sasuke needed to check and he intended on doing so today. He had recently learned she was the school librarian's assistant. And she preferred using the private library. As did he. Perfect.

Looking around at the mass of people gradually surrounding him, he easily spotted among the enthusiastic girls a number of angered stares. He let out another sigh. Shortly after the female population of the school learned of this new rewarding policy, there were those who insisted he offered a more intimate reward. Naturally, he obliged, seeing as he had been engaging in such activities long before the game had been put in motion. But he failed to understand their complaints. Why complain about his cold treatment after the deed was done? It was mutually agreed that all that would transpire between him and the willing girl of choice, it would only have a physical implication. Nothing more, nothing less. The complaints still came. And even so, there didn't seem to be a shortage of willing participants afterwards. Sasuke would have found it all amusing, had it not been so damn annoying. They knew, all of them, that he would dump them the next morning. What reason would he have not to? But the willing candidates still came and came, and then whined and whined, and then gossiped and gossiped, and then stalked him and stalked him. Just plain annoying. Infuriating even.

As he passed by, more girls aligned in front of him waving their A-graded tests, and with practiced ease he brought each of them in a crushing hug, kissing each girl hungrily. It's what they wanted and it was for the school. What better way to stimulate a girl's desire for education?

"E-Excuse me, President Uchiha…"

A soft voice stammered right before he delivered another rightfully deserved kiss, effectively making him press his lips in a thin line with frustration. Why couldn't they wait their damn turn?!

"Look, I'll give you your reward in a few m-"

But his sentence remained unfinished, for as he turned around to snap at whoever interrupted him, his eyes widened. There she was, the object of him winning his ultimate prize. The target he had been searching for all these weeks, but could never find. He had gone through complete hell because of her! The principal had almost withdrawn him from the competition!

"Hyuuga Hinata."

The way he called her name had surprised Hinata and made her raise her eyes to look at him questioningly, nervously. If it were up to her, she wouldn't be here at his particular hour, but how could she deny the librarian? But the crowd and loud noises were enough to make her regret having come all the same. Her pale eyes locked with his onyx ones, but she quickly looked away, his intense gaze and stoic expression enough to make her fidget with the leather cover of the book held tightly between her tender fingers. In an unconscious act of uncertainty and nervousness, she bit the corner of her lip to keep from making an even less astounding first impression in front of the school's best student. She wasn't one to go with the masses, and mostly kept to herself. And that was why this was the first time she was actually seeing the Student Body President up close and not at a desk in front of an auditorium. And she too had to admit that the rumors did not do him justice. She had seen from afar that Uchiha Sasuke was a good-looking man, but up close? He was truly…beautiful.

"P-President, Ms. Konan asked me t-to give you the book you've requested," came her soft explanation while she slowly extended the aforementioned book to him.

Sasuke looked down at the petite girl before him, noting her baggy clothing, her shaking voice, her flustered face. She truly wasn't what he had expected. In the picture that he had seen of her, the girl smiled brightly, her hair held in a neat bun, and she was clad in a dark dress. The picture had been taken at the annual school ball, no doubt, but from that picture he had been led to believe he would meet a second Sakura. All confidence and loud laughter. Maybe not the witty remarks and annoying low class sarcasm, but still. Instead, here she was, a small girl far too shy to try to make a daring suggestion to him, as most girls in her case would've done. He snatched the book away, briefly reading over the title and remembering that he had, indeed, requested the book..

Offering a quick bow as a short and respectful goodbye, Hinata hurriedly turned around to walk away, but before she could, a hand –far larger than her own, she unwillingly noted- firmly gripped her upper arm.

"Where do you think you're going, Hyuuga?"

His words made her stiffen, her hand latching on impulse onto the tight grip he had on her arm in an attempt to loosen his hold. Her white eyes silently questioned him, not understanding at all why he was bent on prolonging their meeting.

"Don't you want your reward?"

The deep chuckle that followed those words had her staring at him incredulously, all the while taking notice how with practiced ease he brought her motionless body closer to his. She offered a timid shake of her head, but he seemed to completely disregard it.

This was so easy. Sasuke knew now. The competition was won. By him.

Small hands had immediately gripped his shoulders the moment he had released her arm, and pushed with enough force to have him falter in his movements and stare at the girl with downright confusion. What was she doing?

"I-I don't need a reward," she explained, the blush on her cheeks taking a deep fuchsia color. If she stayed any longer, things would definitely get worse, and she could feel how hostile the girls around them were becoming.

But once she tried to move away again, his arm had efficiently wrapped around her waist, pulling her in a tight and more restricting embrace while the other hand grabbed her chin again, forcing her to face him.

"So you have a little fight in you, is that it?" He smirked. "All the better."

And with that, his lips descended upon hers in a dominating kiss.


:::About this chapter:::…

Hello, my beautiful, beautiful readers! I've wanted to write a High school SasuHina fic for so long, and now I've finally convinced myself to do it. I'm not very confident about this, but I guess I will see how it goes depending on how people respond to this. Take care everyone! :3