AN: Wow...I got a LOT more reviews than I thought I would get. Thank you, seriously, you guys rock. And reading through your comments, there seems to be one general idea. That Naruto is a jerk off. It's true, he is. But, I'm thinking there's more to his character than we can see. Then again, I am the author so I would know, wouldn't I? Ok, I'm really hoping this chapter isn't a let down compared to last chapter. Enjoy!
Summoning all the courage in her small, frail body, Hinata reached a timid hand to the door. For her, it was like the world was coming to an end. She felt like opening that door was admitting that she, the girl who had even gotten an A in naptime, did in fact have detention.
One breath in, hold it, keep your head low, and walk in. She repeated this to herself in her head. Twisting the handle she moved inside the room. But the Hyuuga heiress had already messed up. She had forgotten to breathe in.
"May I help you Miss Hyuuga?" Asked her PE teacher, Asuma. He was in charge of detention for the day.
"U-um…uh…I-I-I…here." She managed, handing him the tiny pink piece of paper that was ruining her life. He looked at it in mild surprise but told her to take a seat anyways.
Keeping her head down she merely took the closest seat to his desk, in hoped that this would protect her. But once again her hopes were denied as Asuma rose from his desk, claiming to have gotten an important phone call. No one commented on how he had never answered his phone.
Sitting with her head down, long dark hair covering her face, and jacket zipped completely up, Hinata prayed to any god or phenomenal being that was out there to please not let anyone talk to her.
"Hey. I don't normally see you in here." A voice said next to her ear. There goes any chance of her ever joining a religion. Jumping a little in surprise, she turned her head to see a boy with three inch high spikes of his brown hair angling out of his head. Piercings littered his face and dotted the thick pink tongue he kept running over his chapped lips. "What's your name?"
Lavender eyes grew wide as she grew more and more scared. And of course, as every other good girl has learned to do, Hinata cracked under the pressure. "H-H-Hinata." A creepy smile spread over his face hearing her stutter.
"Well, Hinata, it's not safe for you to be here alone. Why don't you come spend some time with me? I'll keep you safe." His sweaty hand closed around her wrist and gripped it hard. Cringing in pain she tried to pull out of his grasp but to no avail.
"S-stop it. That hurts." She whispered. He only laughed in return.
"Don't worry. It might hurt in the beginning," He cooed, running his other greasy hand down her face. "But eventually you'll come to enjoy it." She had no idea what he was talking about, but she didn't like it.
"I don't think she likes you very much." A deep voice sounded behind her. Her rescuer walked up to the boy and shot him a glare. His deep piercing onyx eyes looking him up and down in an intimidating manner.
"What do you want Uchiha?" The boy growled. Sasuke's playful smirk turned into a stony frown. Hinata didn't even see him move before the boy was lying on the ground, his hand grasping the arm Sasuke had most likely just broken.
"Remember who you're talking to." His voice was cold and sent shivers of fear down her spine. "Leave before I break your other arm." He scrambled off the ground and ran away, joining a group of people on the other side of the room.
"Th-thank you, U-Uchiha-san." Hinata stammered, giving him a small smile. It immediately left her as he turned to look at her. His eyes scared her. They were so dark and she always left like they could see right through her.
"Don't think I did that for you. I just don't like that guy." Her white eyes turned back to her desk, not seeing it as he looked her over. They sat in silence for a good half hour before Sasuke's deep voice broke through it.
"Why didn't you make him stop?" He asked. She glanced in his direction before answering.
"W-what?" She looked confused and scared. Sasuke thought it was a miracle she had gone this long without passing out.
"That guy, from before? Why didn't you make him stop?" She still only stared at him in confusion. "Why didn't you hit him?"
"Sorry." Was all she could manage.
"Did you like how he was touching you?" He sounded exasperated, and he looked angry. That was never a good mix.
"Sorry."
"You should have just told him to fuck off." His voice was rising with his irritation.
"Sorry."
"And will stop saying Sorry? God damn." He yelled at the smaller girl. She shrank down into her desk.
"Sorry." She squeaked, tears coming to her eyes. Great, thought Sasuke. Now I made her cry.
"It's fine…how long you in here for?" He asked, hoping that softening his voice would help.
"The rest of the week." She choked out, trying not to cry.
"Then you're going to have to know a few rules." Sniffling, she turned to give him her full attention. Her eyes were a little puffy from the tears but her face was determined. A small smile came to his face seeing her like that. Naruto was right. She was too innocent for her own good.
"First off, don't talk to anyone you don't know." He pointed to her as he spoke. "Keep your head up. Your only easy prey if you look down. Never let it just blow over if a guy touches you, and it wouldn't hurt you to dress a bit more your age."
"W-what do you mean?" She looked down at herself. She thought she looked fine.
"You look like a five year old." He deadpanned, taking out his lighter and feeling around for a cigarette. "Try wearing some black or something." Damn. He was out of cigarettes. "Wearing all light colors makes you stand out."
She had always worn light colors because they helped her to NOT stand out, but now she was in a different world. One where the fact that she could recite the text book definition of any word and translate it to five different languages, wouldn't help her.
"Right. Wear black. A-anything else?" She asked, practicing to stop her stutter in front of the proud boy.
He gave a thoughtful look before answering. "Yeah." He leaned over the desk to get a little closer to her, lifting her chin up with his finger. "Don't act so innocent. Unless you actually want some punk to rape you"
A heavy blush settled over her face as he leaned back in his chair. The next two hours of their detention was fulfilled in mild silence. Neither were big talkers and neither was willing to start a conversation.
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It was finally over. She had gotten through her first day of hell, and she was alive. Asuma even assured her that he would stay in the room next time. Things were starting to look up.
Her lavender eyes turned to the dark boy standing a few feet away from her. She wondered why he had been so nice to her. She had never talked to him her entire life and yet he was protecting her.
"Ano…U-Uchiha-san. Wh-why are you helping m-me?" She asked, pushing her fingers together to give her something to concentrate on other than the handsome boy who was staring at her through the dark.
"What? I'm too much of a bastard to help a girl?" He asked sarcastically.
Hinata flushed hearing this. "N-no. T-that's not what I'm i-implying at a-all." Her hands went up to cover her face as a dark blush spread further over the pale skin.
"It's ok. I know what they say about me. You don't have to force yourself to be nice to me." He stated, leaning against a tree, glaring into the distance.
"B-but. You're so K-kind to me. A-and besides, I'm not exactly u-up to date on social standings. I-I have no idea w-what your reputation is." She answered honestly while giving him a small sincere smile. "It's o-only fitting that I b-be nice to someone who is nice t-to me."
If he was surprised by her words or moved in any way, his face didn't show it. His eyes simply swept to her and stared for a moment before he spoke. "How are you getting home?"
"W-well. Normally Neji-nii d-drives me home. B-but he's probably already a-at work…." She trailed off, not really answering his question. She could call her father, but then he'd ask why she was out so late. She didn't want to have to answer that question.
"I'll give you a ride." He said, walking off in the direction of his black car. Naruto would never shut up if he left her all alone at night. Not with that group of punks leering at her.
"Y-y-you don't h-have to-" She stumbled after him, stuttering out a lame argument. He had already done enough for her. He didn't have to drive her home too.
"Would you rather me leave you alone to get raped?" He asked, leaning over the roof of his car.
"N-no" She whispered. Trying to think of something else to say.
"Then get in." Wincing a little at his harsh tone, she got in. The car ride was silent. And it wasn't comfortable. At least, Hinata didn't think so. They hadn't said a word since they got in, and Sasuke didn't even turn on the radio. Hinata would have if she didn't fear that he would hurt her if she did.
"Where do you live?" Hinata jumped, startled by the sudden noise.
"H-huh?" She squeaked, turning to him with a blush of embarrassment.
"Your house. Where is it?" Right. Her house. Where did she live again? The intense gaze he held over her was making her nervous and stopped her brain from working properly.
"J-just keep g-going straight. I-it's the fifth house a-after this next turn." He hesitated for a second before looking back to the street. This time his hand reached over to turn on the radio.
Getting out she stumbled out a thank you, which he returned with an indifferent grunt. Not looking back, she raced inside the house. Neji, like she thought, wasn't home. Her sister Hanabi wasn't back from her after school activities and her father was still at work. Sighing in relief she put her things in her room.
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It was morning again and Hinata was following the same pattern as usual. She received the same talk from her father, a considerably heavy blush rising on her face as he told her to stay away from boys.
In all the events of the day before Hinata hadn't had much time to think about her date with Naruto. It was all so sudden, but it made her happy. Even if it was only for that one day, she could live with that.
"Hinata!" Stopping on the steps she turned in time to see a hyperactive blonde running at her in full speed followed by a stoic boy taking his time. Naruto stopped in front of her, giving her a cool smile. "I had fun yesterday." She couldn't help the blush.
Trying to hide the red tint of her face, she turned her head away from him, only nodding in agreement. Naruto looked at her in puzzlement. He thought she was avoiding him. Like she didn't want to talk to him. Running a hand through his hair and taking a deep breath he attempted again to gain the girls attention.
"I was thinking that maybe we could do it again." He mused, resting a hand on her shoulder. She shuddered at his touch. Again, he took it the wrong way. Now he was getting frustrated and Sasuke was laughing at him. "Like maybe today."
He gently grabbed her face and turned her to him, forcing her to look into his sparkling azure eyes. Trying to calm her own nerves Hinata had to look anywhere but at him, the object of her affection.
Her eyes landed on the Uchiha standing indifferently behind his friend. Seeing him brought a wave of reassurance and she found herself nodding in agreement.
Naruto flashed her a smile and ran off down the hall, yelling back to her how happy he was.
Sasuke walked past the girl, pausing for a moment to look her over. Her face was a bright red and her hand was clutched over her heart. Sasuke laughed at Naruto for thinking she didn't like him. It was obvious that she was infatuated with him, just shy and easily embarrassed. But like hell he would tell him that.
AN: And that is her first day of detention...wierd I know. And more characters will be introduced through out the story, so yeah. Don't forget to review, please!
