Thanks for those who reviewed, they truly mean a lot to me Just a warning before you read anything. Hinata's pretty timid over here so be prepared for a lot of chaos. Anyways, the usual disclaimer, I do not own Naruto or any of its characters. Hope you enjoy it.


Itachi's cold stares sent shivers up my spine. Goosebumps prickled my skin all over, as I stood paralyzed with fear. As he cleared his throat to speak, I shut my eyes, bracing myself for the incoming insults.

"What up with that face? You act like I'm about to kill you," asked a curious voice.

Slowly, I opened my eyes to see a puzzled Itachi Uchiha. A rather unusual sight, since he was always so stoic and expressionless. I looked away and nervously stuttered "W-well, I-I-I was j-just p-passing by . . . S-sorry." An awkward silence fell between us.

"So, are you the one who usually plays the flute here?" Itachi asked, breaking the silence between us.

I felt me entire face flare up and I impulsively looked down at my feet in embarrassment.

"I'll take that as a yes," Itachi confirmed, his face veering back into its expressionless state. "Hmm, she could be the one," he mumbled to himself, fishing out a notebook from his side pocket before vigorously scribbling something on it.

Curious, I looked up meekly, only to be greeted by the sight of a piece of paper with something sprawled across its page. All I saw was a bunch of squiggly lines that look more like a very badly drawn doodle than alphabets. I gave Itachi a questioning gaze as he returned it uncomfortably, wondering how the school's prodigy was able to possess such illegible handwriting.

"Just read it!" he curtly ordered, looking away with slightly reddened cheeks.

Stifling an urge to laugh, I squinted my eyes as I slowly made out letters from the miserable looking doodle. After a minute of pondering, I read it out slowly.

"Go . . . to class . . . 6A . . . du-during . . . lu-lun-lunch break . . . tomorrow?"

Satisfied, Itachi drew the notebook away from my face. Grasping hold of the paper, he tore it out neatly from his notebook and handed it to me. I slowly took it and stared at it blankly before returning my puzzled gaze at him.

"Don't be late," he reminded me sternly, stuffing his hands into his pockets. Without another glance, he solemnly sauntered away, leaving me behind in the deserted corridor. I stared vaguely into empty space, unsure of what just happened. Then, like a bolt out of the blue, reality splashed over me like a bucketful of ice-cold water.

"WHAT!"

My dumbstruck shriek echoed down the hallway and resonated throughout the entire school, signaling the end of an extremely peculiar day.

Class 6A. A desolated classroom. Then again, the school is rather large so it was no surprise that there were many hidden rooms deep within its maze-like interior. Taking a deep breath, I looked up at the plain, whitewashed ceiling, recalling what had happened yesterday.

"Yeap, there is no mistaking it," I muttered to myself. "Class 6A."

Looking back down, my eyes caught sight of my watch. It was already five minutes pass one yet I was still hesitant on entering. I sucked in a handsome amount of air and let it all out with a sigh to calm my nerves. Then, before I changed my mind, I firmly griped the cold, metal handle and twisted it open.

"HINATA-CHAN!" a loud voice boomed from out of nowhere.

I yelp and leaped back in fright, only to crash into someone who happened to be standing right behind me. Slightly dizzy, I turned around to apologize to who ever it was before gasping in shock. There lay Itachi Uchiha in a comical state, sprawled across the hard, marble floor. Fear seeped through my veins and my mind numbed when I realized what had done. Instantly, I bowed down and began apologizing profusely, afraid to have angered him.

"Now look what you've done, Naruto," Itachi said wearily, slowly getting back up on his feet.

"Sorry, I didn't know she would be that scared," a spiky-haired blond called out.

I was still blurting out sorry's when Itachi touched my shoulder to silence me. I glanced up and met his serious gaze, my eyes round with terror.

"Please stop looking at me like that. You're making me feel bad,"

"W-why would you f-feel b-bad?" I stammered, twiddling my fingers nervously.

"Well, you keep flashing that terrified look at me, as if I were about to chop you up and boil you for dinner!" he exclaimed, flustered.

My cheeks flushed pink and I looked down at my feet, shifting them uncomfortably.

"S-s-sorry, I-I didn't m-mean to offend y-you."

"It's ok. Just please don't do it again," he sighed, rubbing his temples to ease his frustration. I bit my lower lip, feeling rather ashamed of myself. After regaining his composure, Itachi made his way towards the door and gestured for me to come in. I timidly tottered along with Naruto observing our antics in bewilderment.

Just before I stepped through the wooden frame way of the door, I paused. In an effort to lower my racing heartbeat back to its normal rate, I gulped in a few breathes of air and closed my eyes, attempting to banish the ridiculous scenarios that were etched in my mind. Finally, after somehow managing to calm myself, I stepped through the doorway; confident that today's share of surprises had run dry. How wrong I was.

The sight that greeted me the moment I entered the room left my mouth stuck wide open for a few long seconds. In the room, staring at me in fascination, were some of the most popular kids in school. Itachi and Naruto's presence was still acceptable as there were only two of them, with Naruto being the school's top debater and number one fighter at self-defence class. However, as my eyes registered another three sitting casually in the room, my brain began sending panic-signals throughout my entire body, like a CPU going through system overload. There, sitting in full view directly infront of me in all their glory, was Sakura, head-cheerleader and grade-A student, Sasuke, ace at all extra-curricular activities, and Ino, the school's flower, the best at art and psychology.

As tons of information surged through my mind, I began hyperventilating uncontrollably. Masses of black spots clouded my vision and before I could make sense of what was going on, I felt myself loosing consciousness. The last thing I saw was panic plastered across their faces as they rushed towards me, before landing with a thud on the hard classroom floor. Then, it all went dark.


I hope it was alright, though I think I went a little overboard with the chaos. Oh well, adds to fun. I'll do my best to keep updating quickly as my schedule keeps getting tighter by the day. Well, I'd better hit the sack soon as its 1am over here and I'm dead tired. Until next time.