Summary: There's a new student at school. Sasuke decides he doesn't like her and doesn't want to get involved with her any further. Coincidentally, after helping her once, she becomes attached to him and won't leave him alone. He immediately regrets it. SasuHina.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto-blah, blah, blah.

Warning: AU High School setting, Grammar mistakes, Language, maybe some OCness, and SMUT!!!

A/N: Hi everyone, this is another story from me. It is called Butterfly Love as you can see. So let me ask this, do any of you out there know what a 'butterfly love' is? And NO, it is not a love between butterflies. Well technically speaking, yeah, but that's not what I'm asking for. More like something in your own words. Sorry about the whole high school setting again, but it's the easiest for me to write using. As for the smut, if it's not smutty enough for you, I'm sorry about that also because I'm only a fourteen year old girl with no sexual experience, BUT I do read smut sometimes. I mostly go for those pure romance stories though, so expect some of that in here too. And for those of you who read Project Zero: Deflower the Virgin and know it's been deleted, that's because I wanted to start it over. So if you're reading this, it will be a blend of that story and another plot.

Chapter 1: The Butterfly

The closest thing I had remembered since childhood was that...I loved my Aniki more than anything or anyone for that matter in the whole world.

"Aniki, where are you going?"

I remember standing on the wooden step in the entrance of my house, staring up at my older brother who was almost six feet. I was eleven at the time and Aniki was sixteen. Aniki looked down at me and smiled. There was a strange feeling in my chest. It tugged at me insistently as if to tell me that...

That smile was...fake.

"I'm...going somewhere for a bit," was all he said.

With those last words, he left the house, just like that.

He left me alone with my parents who were on the verge of having a divorce.

He left me to keep my father from killing my mother.

He left...without even saying goodbye.

Whenever I think about everything I had to go through because of him, the urge to shoot him in the head with a gun wasn't very far off.

The thought of being able to strangle him with my own hands, torture him, anything, made me want to laugh at the horrified expression that I would soon see on his face.

For the past six years, I've never hated anyone as much as I did him.

When I woke up, I was on the school rooftop.

Stretching my arms, I turned on my side to get into a comfortable position, ready to fall back asleep.

A sudden loud noise came from behind me. The door was banged open and out came a certain blond.

"Sasuke, you're up here again?" Naruto asked exasperated. He came over and sat down beside me. I rolled over on my side away from him.

"What the-? You jerk! Hey, look at me when I'm talking to you!"

He began pulling at the back of my blazer, as if to rip it off.

Sighing, I pulled his hand away and sat up, face to face with him.

"What do you want now?"

His mouth formed in the shape of an o at this.

"What do you mean 'what do I want'? It's obviously because Kakashi-sensei sent me up here to get you. Do you think I like doing this or something?"

Loosening my tie, I looked up at the blue sky, feeling ready to fall back asleep.

"So? If he wants me to come to class, why doesn't he just do it himself?"

From the corner of my eye, I saw the blond shrug.

"I wouldn't know either, other than the fact that he's a lazy, skirt-chasing, perverted bookworm. You've seen him bury his face into those books he reads, right?"

I stifled back a yawn, not wanting to hear anymore of a fuss from his.

"Yeah, yeah, let's just go back already. If I have to hear you talk anymore, I think I'd rather jump off this building."

"You bastard!"

Once we got back to class, I was expecting more of a ruckus from the girls, but instead they were all gathered around one desk.

I thought that desk was empty.

"Ne, you said you came from overseas, right?"

"Did you come from America?"

"What was it like over there?"

"Is it true that everyone there is tall?"

I nudged Naruto with my elbow. "Hey, does someone sit there?"

He looked over to where I stared at. "Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you that we had an overseas transfer student this morning."

"Transfer student?"

"Yeah, I think she said she was from America or something."

"It's a girl?" I thought it was a guy with the way all those girls were standing over there.

"Yeah, she's pretty cute too, but not as cute as Sakura-chan," he grinned.

I smacked him in the back of his head. "You're an idiot, why don't you just get over the fact that she's not going to ever return you feelings?"

"And you're a real asshole!" he shot back, sticking his tongue out at me. "Besides, all I have to do is show her my good points, and then she'll fall for me."

"Really? Well, good luck with that then." I'd meant for that to come out as sarcastic.

Not like there's anything good about you anyways.

My seat sat in the far corner in the room, all the way in the back. The advantage of this was being able to sleep through class, but that depended on which teacher we had for the day.

The bell rang. Everyone got into their seats. In the center of the room was the once empty desk which was now occupied by a small and delicate-looking girl. She had dark blue hair, cut shoulder-length and side bangs that framed her face. Her eyes were a very pale lavender hue and her face was anything far from ordinary.

The dobe was right. She's not that bad, but not really my type either.

Turning her head, her eyes locked onto mine. I jumped a bit; startled that she even noticed I was looking at her.

Smiling, she waved at me.

I turned my gaze to the front of the room and ignored her. She's a bit conceited to think that I was even looking at her. Even if it was true.

I didn't like girls like that. What made her think I was looking at her? I could've been looking at someone else for all she knew.

It was decided. I didn't like her.

Not one bit.

The next day at school, I went to class for homeroom. It was either that or having an annoying blond screaming in my ear about where I should be.

I'd rather go with class, no matter how boring it is.

When the door slid open, everyone looked to see who it was as usual. It was a conditioned reflex.

In came the new transfer student. Although her hair was down, she had one side of her bangs put up with a flower-decorated hair clip.

How girly. What does she think she is, some samurai-age princess?

"Hyuga-san, you put your bangs up with a hair clip? How cute!"

"Yeah, it looks really good on you!"

She's already trying to make an impression on the class. I scoffed. Looks like she's got everything figured out here.

During Gym period, the princess came out of the girl's locker room with her hair up in a ponytail this time. About everyone directed their attention towards her.

Not that I wanted to, but I just happened to overhear the conversation between the guys in my class.

"Check out the Hyuga girl."

"She's pretty cute."

"Yeah, no kidding."

"Who'd thought that she'd have such a nice body underneath that sailor fuku?"

"Wanna guess her measurements?"

"With that rack, I bet you she's somewhere between a C and a D."

They all laughed.

I turned my head to look back at her and examine the so-called 'nice figure.'

She certainly wasn't lacking curves anywhere. From the top to bottom, she was slender, but with a larger bust than most girls in the class. Her waist and hips were well-proportioned along with the rest of her body. She had smooth-looking snow-white skin, known as the Japanese women ideal complexion.

No flaws in her body that's for sure.

When Anko-sensei arrived, she made everyone run twenty laps around the track field.

The Hyuga girl ran in front of me, though she didn't realize it herself. I was a few feet behind her with a clear view of her back area. Her gym shorts rode up her legs, revealing the creamy-white thighs that lay under there. I heard a few guys behind me snicker. One of them called out to her.

"Hey sweetie, wanna come over to my house sometime today? My parents aren't gonna be home anytime soon you know!"

"After that, you can come over to my house!"

"Mine too!"

The loud shrill of a whistle was heard.

"You four over there! Stop hitting on the transfer student or I'll make you run fifty laps!" Anko-sensei called to them.

Idiots.

I turned to look back at the Hyuga.

Her face was a horrible red color.

Oh, looks like she's embarrassed.

That's what you get for attracting attention.

Once our twenty laps were finished, sensei assigned us in groups of five for basketball.

I got stuck with two guys and one girl who looked overweight.

The Hyuga girl was the last to be called to our group. She came forward timidly glancing at us and casting her eyes downward, shy.

I rolled my eyes. It was obvious from the way she acted that she was an A-type.

While we took turns shooting, she made a basket and handed the ball to me, not meeting my eyes.

"H-Here..."

She's probably mad from when I ignored her yesterday. "If you don't look at the person while talking to them, it's considered rude isn't it?"

For a spilt second, she looked like she was about to cry. She bit the bottom of her lip and said nothing.

Shrugging, I took the ball from her and made my shot, tossing it to the next person behind me.

Fifteen minutes later, sensei blew the whistle and had two groups play a game against each other. Our team was paired up with the four guys from earlier along with a red-haired boy who looked as though he had no interest in playing whatsoever.

The guy who looked somewhat like the leader of the group walked up to me and put his hand on my shoulder whispering "Lucky you, huh? Did you get to see anything nice while she jumped?"

When he said 'she' I was guessing that he was referring to the Hyuga girl.

I roughly pulled his hand away from me. "Fuck off asshole."

He sneered. "Oops, I forgot that pretty boy here doesn't like to be touched."

Flipping him off, I walked away and threw the ball to him. "You guys can start. Ladies first, right?"

I heard his friends burst into laughter. Knowing his type, he was probably the kind that didn't like to have his pride shattered, which I had just done to him.

Once the game started, he charged at me, obviously still upset.

What is he, a girl?

I moved to the side, ducked and stole the ball from him.

He shouted angry curses at me. Three of his friends chased after me.

I did say ladies first, but it doesn't mean I'm going to go easy on you either.

One of my teammates signaled for me to pass the ball to them. He waved his arms around wildly, as if I couldn't see him.

I'm not blind you idiot.

I passed him the ball, hoping that maybe the guys would go after him for a change. I was wrong about that however. With the ball in hand for only a few seconds, he suddenly passed it to the Hyuga girl like it was a hot potato or something.

At that very moment, the four guys sent looks to one another, a grin on their face. The red-haired kid sat on the side, dead asleep.

So much for being active.

I cracked my neck and watched with interest as they chased and surrounded her from all four sides. From the look on her face and actions, she was oblivious about it.

I was out of hearing distance, but from what I saw they were being very playful.

One of them ran forward and tripped her from behind while the other guy came over to make it look like he had caught her. His hands however were firmly around her breasts. He gave them a squeeze, causing her to jump in surprise. The Hyuga's face became crimson-red.

She moved away from them, her face showing signs of extreme discomfort. They followed her, enjoying the reaction she gave them.

She looked around for help, but when her eyes met mine, she immediately turned away.

Hesitantly, she lifted her arms, ready to make a shot when another one of the guys came from behind her and slipped his hands underneath her shirt.

The Hyuga looked like she was about to scream, but covered her mouth. She fell to her knees, and wrapped her arms around herself protectively.

Oh, so she doesn't want attention after all?

I sighed. It was annoying to watch now. Walking over, I pulled her by the arm and lifted her up. She stood, her legs wobbly.

"Quit harassing my teammate."

"We weren't harassing her," said the leader. He brushed back his light brown hair. "We were just trying to talk, but she ignored us."

"I'll believe you the day you prove Jiraiya-sensei is a woman." I pulled at her once again to follow me. "C'mon let's go. We'll just tell sensei the ladies team over there won, right miss?"

The leader shook his fist at me angrily. "My name's Gin you asshole!"

Walking away, I waved my hand at him, not looking back. "Yeah, sure it is."

I watched as she splashed water onto face. I handed her the towel. Bent over the fountain, she looked up at me, her wet hair clinging to the side of her face.

"Are you gonna take it or not? I don't have all day you know."

She nodded her head and took the white towel from my hand, drying her face with it.

As soon as she was finishing up, I decided that I wasn't needed anymore. I turned on my heel and was about to walk away when she suddenly grabbed on to the sleeve of my shirt.

I paused, deciding on whether or not I should have just pulled myself away from her. In the end, I stayed put.

"What?"

"A-Ano...wh-what's your n-name?"

"I have no obligation to answer you now do I?"

"..."

"Why do you want to know?"

"B-Because..."

"Because what? If you think I saved you back there out of kindness, then you're wrong. I only stopped them because it was annoying to watch, also I would've gotten in trouble if sensei saw what they were doing to you."

She said nothing again.

"You understand now, right? I'm not the nice guy you think I am. Besides, I've never liked you since yesterday. What makes you think today is any different?"

I pulled away from her hold. "If possible, I'd like it if you stayed away from me in the future."

I only took a few steps before she shouted at me in what could be deemed her loudest voice.

"M-My name is H-Hyuga Hinata! P-Please remember it!"

It was decided then.

Now I really didn't like her.