A/N: Thanks to all who reviewed the first chapter! I wasn't really sure if I'd continue this story, but you guys rule! Anyways, read and review after!

Disclaimer: Yes, my name is Kishimoto. JK! I don't own Naruto...if I did, Sasori would still be alive!

Legend:

Flashback

Normal talking

"Onee-chan…It's about the New Year's party." Hanabi explained, fiddling around with her forefingers in the manner that her older sister once did. She wiggled uncomfortably on the black leather couch.

Hinata was only half awake, but pretended to be half attentive as she prepared some hot cocoa. After all, no one wanted to be burnt by searing hot chocolate. "Go ahead, I'm listening."

"Um…I'm…" The younger of the Hyuugas looked at her sister with pleading eyes. She didn't have a script, so she came out with the truth. It was just too hard. "I'm pregnant."

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A silver Porsche, a black Mercedes and a red Ferrari raced on the dark, abandoned roads of Konoha. The speedy sedans reached over 200 mph on the icy night, challenging each other to the other side of the town.

'Dobe ain't gonna make it.' The Mercedes driver thought cockily, just as the red Ferrari overtook him. The raven-haired man stuck his head out the open window and looked at the red bumper slowly disappearing from his view. "WHAT THE FUCK, BITCH!?"

Pushing more on the acceleration pedal, he caught up to the Ferrari driver.

The second driver smirked behind the pitch-black tinting. 'Too bad Sasuke-kun is gonna loose to a girl.' She thought. Turning left sharply, she skidded on the icy flooring. The Ferrari spun uncontrollably for the next few milliseconds and the bright red sports car flew into the dark abyss of the forest.

The Mercedes pulled up and its driver walked out. The Uchiha pulled his cell phone out. "NARUTO! GET THE FUCK OVER HERE!"

He ran down the hillside and found a mess of red metal at the bottom. The car had apparently driven in a large black tree, and was cleanly sliced head-first through the front bumper. Another tree had fallen on the backseat area of the racecar, nearly completely crushing it. A blonde head appeared beside him and assessed the situation with him.

"Holy shit Teme..." Naruto whispered.

Sasuke frantically rushed to the bottom of the slope and started digging around for the driver. Long pink tresses fell from under the black bark of the fallen tree. "SAKURA!" he called. No response from the victim was heard. "Naruto, call 911!"

"Dr. Haruno, your patient is awake."

Sakura woke up, shifting around in her chair. She blinked, until the intern's face was clear.

"Dr. Haruno," The intern shook her again. "The street-racing patient is awake."

"Mm…okay."

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The older Hyuuga girl stared into space with a shocked expression. "Pre-pre preg-n-nant? Pregnant?" She repeated in a full body state of sheer disbelief.

Hanabi nodded shamefully. "Um, yeah."

"But, who? How? When? Did you tell father?" Hinata threw the questions at lightning speed.

"It was the New Year's party."

"Hanabi…" Hinata questioned. "What are you wearing?" She analyzed her sister's dress for the New Year's Party being thrown by Tsunade in her large, mansion like house. It was a black dress reaching only to mid-thigh. It was a halter cut, exposing even the cleavage of the teen. She may have worn black stockings under, but the outfit was totally obscene for a seventeen year old to wear.

"A dress." She stated simply.

"Oh well, too late to change. Sakura's going to throw a fit if we're late!"

"5! 4! 3! 2! 1! HAPPY NEW YEAR!" The house full of guests chorused.

"Happy New Year Hinata!" Sakura scooted over to her white-eyed friend and gave her a large hug.

The Hyuuga returned the hug and smile. "Same to you! But I have to find Hanabi! Father asked me to get her back to the mansion before 1:30!"

Sakura nodded. "Okay. I think she went to the bathroom or something."

"You know when Sakura told you I was in the bathroom?" Hanabi nervously asked. Her sister nodded. "I wasn't."

"HOLY SHIT HANABI!!" Sakura cried out, blinded. "Konohamaru! What the hell are you two doing! And in my mother's house!"

"Oh. My. God." At that, Hinata wound up on the floor, her weak heart having taken enough crap already.

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The young medical prodigy walked into the recovery room and found the lone redhead patient lying down there. She picked up the clipboard from the nurse on-duty.

"Good morning Subaku-san. How are you feeling?" She quoted from the non-existent 'Book of What to Say When a Patient Wakes Up'. "Any dizziness? Nausea?"

The man didn't look at his doctor. Instead, he shook his head and kept his gaze on his fist. "No."

To be honest, Sakura found this patient quite attractive. His jade eyes gave him a mysterious look, but a strange innocence. His tousled hair gave him the I-don't-care look, and due to the fact she carried her teen years not so far behind her, she found that look absolutely hot.

"Subaku-san?" She asked. Without waiting for his response, she attempted to place her stethoscope on his chest, until he grabbed her wrist. She cried in pain as he threw her to the crowd of nurses behind her.

"Get. Away." He deadpanned.

"Dr. Haruno!" The nurses and interns chattered, checking if their supervisor was okay. They held her by the arms, catching her fall.

The doctor grabbed a scrunchy from her wrist and tied her mid-back long hair into a loose bun behind her back. She rolled up her white lab coat sleeves to her elbow and approached the sadistic patient with a syringe in hand. "Subaku-san, you will let me check your heartbeat," She threatened, emphasizing her statement with a squeeze of the anesthesia. "You want to get out of here alive, right?"

The menacing stare-off between the two ended with the victor being the female. The patient leaned back in his bed and let the pinkette slide the cold metal tool across his chest. She slipped up, her finger touching his cold chest. "Oops. Sorry."

'Holy shit.' He commented inwardly. The doctor's hand was soft.

"Okay Subaku-san. I think you can go. I don't recommend you drive, so I ask if you call a relative to pick you up." She said after a few more tests.

He grunted in response.

'Like all stoic bastards I know.'

"You can be discharged in a while. Nurse Kaede will bring in your papers." She said, and left.

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"NEJI! YOU DRAGGED ME HERE FOR SOMETHING, I STILL HAVE TO CHANGE OUT OF MY WORK OUTFIT, AND I NEED TO SLEEP! IT'S 6 O'CLOCK IN THE FREAKING MORNING! SHOW ME THE WILL GODDAMN WILL!" Tenten ranted her problems to her white-eyed lawyer.

"Tenten, I'll show it to you, just…" He asked her to sit but…

"…OH GOD! I STILL HAVE TO COOK LEE'S LASAGNA AND…"

"TENTEN! I have it with me." He stated, holding a manila envelope in his hand. "But there's a—"

Immediately, the bunned brunette stopped in her tracks. Walking up to the mahogany desk, she snatched the envelope from her lawyer's pale hand and cut off his sentence. She started reading through it. When her eyes reached the fourth page, they widened.

"Your parents' properties are immediately transferred to Yakushi Kabuto, the son of your parents' employer." Neji explained, seeing as his companion kept quiet then gave him the 'Explain. Now.' Stare.

"So, they left me with nothing…" She summarized. When Neji nodded his head, she threw the document across the room. She huddled in a chair in a fetal position, hugging her knees closely. "I knew it! It's so like them!"

"Ten…" the lawyer cooed, rubbing his client's back sympathetically. "We'll get the properties back, promise."

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"Forehead!" Ino cried, lifting up an empty brandy bottle. The sun peeked over the two-storey, two bedroom, 2 ½ bathroom home that the pair shared. The blond sat on the porch, positioned right under the door. "What took you so long? Ya missed the par-TAY!"

Sakura had just come home from the most troublesome patient on her extended, underpaid shift even though the hospital's director is her own mother. "Ino, it's five below zero outside! How could you be wearing that?" She cried, examining her friend's half-shirt and mini skirt.

The pinkette picked up her housemate by the arms and subsequently pulled her keys from her messenger bag, knowing that Ino had lost her keys again. While she set her friend in her room, she couldn't help but think how much Ino has lost herself. She just drinks and drinks and drinks all the time now! She doesn't even have a job, so she practically leeches on the pinkette. She isn't on good terms with her parents, so she lives with her best friend.

Luckily, there's another person Ino is deeply involved with…

Sakura pulled out a shiny silver iPhone and dialed a certain spiky-haired genius, who has been ringing her phone the past three hours.

"Nara," She spoke.

"Oh thank god Sakura! You call back!" He cried in panic. "Do you know how many times I've been trying to call you?"

"Seven times in the past two hours Shika. I had to work overtime--again." She answered, clearly in an annoyed tone. "What is it about? Ooh, let me guess—Ino…?" She asked half-heartedly.

"She broke up with me."

"NANI?!"

"She called me and just said 'it's over' without a proper reason." He explained. "Right before she did, she said she loved me. What's going on with that girl? Not even I can control her drinking anymore! She's just so...TROUBLESOME!"

"Neither can I…" the pinkette added. "Look, I think we both know that Ino is emotionally unstable. I'll have her diagnosed and analyzed later for something like bi-polarity or something."

"Can't you do it? I mean, you're a doctor…" He noted.

"I'm a physician Shikamaru. I only deal with physical problems. Psychology is a totally different wing of the hospital."

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Hinata let her sister sleep in the guest room of their chic, two-storey apartment. When she arrived in her own bed, she couldn't sleep at all. The sun was already up, meaning Hinata had lost at least two precious hours of sleep.

Again she glanced at the clock. 'Make that three hours…' She thought.

"Naruto…?" She spoke into her blackberry's mouthpiece. The Hyuuga was let into her boyfriend's voicemail, since he would probably still be asleep. "I miss you. I need your help. There's a problem back home…I want the week to pass by faster. Hope you're safe. Have fun with Sai and Sasuke. I bet you're making the crowds go wild in Suna. Love you…"

The familiar beep of the voicemail recorder's limit cut her before she could continue. She put her phone down and lay her head on the blond's pillow. It's smelled of ramen, and she giggled at the thought. Their picture lay beside her head on the bedside table, showing them sitting on a bench in Konoha Park. His orange-clad arm was thrown around her shoulders and he pulled her closer to his chest. He grinned happily while she slightly lifted the corner of her mouth.

Beside that picture was another one, one of her and her three best friends. On the far left was Tenten, the tomboyish, half-Chinese brunette who worked as a bartender in Ichiraku's. She lived alone, since she lost her parents in an airplane accident when she was a kid. Beside her was Hinata herself, a columnist for Konoha Times. The pink-haired girl beside her, Sakura, is the medical prodigy of Konoha, graduating from medical school six years early and rising to the top of the hospital ranks in just one year. After that was the loud blond Ino, who is currently unemployed and living with Sakura.

She took a good look at her three friends and chuckled. They were all very different, but then again, opposites attract, right?

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