A/N: Thank you to everyone who followed, favorited and reviewed, but if you're just a follower/favoriter, I'd really like a review because this story is still somewhat underdeveloped in my mind, and I gotta know if I'm headed in the right direction. If you wanna call it review-grubbing do as you wish, but that doesn't change facts: my mind is a mess.

P.S.: To the guest who told me to Kill myself...lol okay cuz fanfiction is important like that, like chill out bitch. I'm sure you know how the internet works; you don't like something, there are plenty of ways to solve that situation. Nobody wanna hear ya nastiness... :/ but you do you hoe.

But I will admit, I ain't great in the lemon-writing department, lmaoo I'm so awkward about it i just rush through, and Im like "There, you did it." *sweating profusely* Hahaha, but I will work harder.

Warning: Rated M for some sexual scenes, drug use, cursing, etc.,

Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto, but if I did...bitch.

"I live here, so get out." She sighs to herself, that's what she would've said if it didn't mean unnecessary confrontation. After Ino had collected herself, she explained to Sakura the whole ordeal, to which the large dark-haired brute remained silent. Accusing eyes had landed on him near after, but no words were exchanged, but rather looks. A confused and slightly angered Sakura turned hesitant after meeting eyes with the large male, his pride was mountainous in strength and size without even having to utter a word. Hinata shook her head at the thought of working by him for the rest of high school. As much as she willed him to concede in the space of the awkward silence, all he did was emotionlessly stare with those deep black orbs...that Hinata had soon recognized of course. It was astonishing really. What were the odds? She had thought to herself. Though she kept it to herself; she was sure he hadn't actually seen her that day.

It'd been an awkward predicament indeed, so Hinata excused herself abruptly to her room leaving even more tension in the air as Sakura slightly cringed seeing the protruding back of the girl walk up the stairs. Hinata drops her duffel bag, and rubs her sore shoulder. To the average eye of the average citizen, the room is nothing special-especially in comparison with the other dorms. Medium sized room with pale green walls, cheryl molding on the ceilings, walls, and floors, a carpet lies before her, small desk that faces a regular sized window, with a lamp, a low dresser with a small mirror above it, and of course the twin sized bed. Nothing to it. Even so, Hinata had to contain herself. She bites her lip trying remember the last time she actually slept on a bed. Too long she settles for.

She sits on the soft carpet, and unzips her bag. She didn't come with a load of clothes-she hardly owned any. A couple sweaters sweatpants, jeans and underwears of course. What constituted the major bulk of her bag were none other than books. Mobile, sturdy and entertaining as well as thought-provoking-they were the perfect travel item.

She puts her clothes in one draw and begins to organize her books in another, but moments in to it, she hears a knock on the door.

"I don't believe I had the pleasure while we were downstairs." He starts, but his tone contradicts that formality. "I'm Sasuke Uchiha. Tsunade says I'm the 'senior advisor'."

Hinata blinks for a moment, and turns back to her dresser. "The pleasure is all mine, Uchiha." She sates calmly.

He leans on the entrance of her door with crossed arms as to get comfortable. With this small act Hinata was confident he wasn't here for momentary, formal, interactions. "So you have horrible timing, I notice." He comments, and Hinata pauses shortly. "Though it could be perceived as good timing-depending on the person that is. Either way, my fault." He says.

She closes her eyes. Here it is. It was a less than decent apology, but inessential. Highly awkward and near-stressful situation yes, but compared to other predicaments she's found herself in, she'd say this could hardly even be considered one. "No...apology," She does in fact conclude it as an apology. "-necessary. It couldn't be helped."

Sasuke narrows his vision to the back of her head. The girl was eerily cool and collected. She gave him about a quarter of her attention as her books seemed to take more priority over him. She'd looked at him not once like she knew all she needed to already, or even worse: as if he weren't worth knowing. He was a bit too stunned to be offended. He'd expected more attention given she was a girl and he was...him.

She gives a small sigh to herself as she pushes a draw closed. Why is he still standing there? She turns to him, and stands "Will there be anything else?"

He stares for awhile contemplating while rubbing a smooth chin. "This is, on an extremely technical level, a correctional program. What are you in for?"

She tries not to pause as she zips her duffel up, and looks up at him. "Don't the bandages say enough?" She says returning her attention to her unpacked belongings.

Sasuke raises an eyebrow at that, but soon returns to a stoic visage. He'd seen the bandages of course, but he would admit, he hadn't detected raging street fighter from her build and demeanor. Looking at her now, her body was so obviously malnourished, and from the brisk sharp wind her air held, he'd guess it would take a lot to make her throw the first punch. What was a small scrawny girl like her doing in a fight? And from the size of the bruises and bandages, she wasn't caught up with someone her own size or even gender.

Hinata sensing the stare sighs. She'd said too little."This is just a presumption, but assuming this is technically a professional enviornment...things of that nature include keeping a private life just that. Let's not overstep any more boundaries than our living situation already intends."

Sasuke is slow to react, but offers a smirk. "You're talking to me about overstepping boundaries?"

As she tries to shove her duffel bag in the top shelf of her closet, the view of her face is blocked, though he sees the tip of her ears turn the faintest pink. Sasuke uncrosses his arms suddenly triumphant.

When she's done, her face is normal. "Like I said, it couldn't be helped." She says with a frown deeper than he'd seen before. "Not to mention, like my room, I'm sure yours has a perfectly intact, useable bed. A-a kitchen is no place for your-" She stops herself before clenching her jaw. There's no point in even engaging in this conversation, but she could feel the tension making its debut.

He crossed his arms again holding back a smirk; he didn't actually think she would respond. He'd somewhat backed her into corner unintentionally, but he's glad. He'd not only gotten her to speak to him once more than she did since she got here as well as face him head on.

"Forget it, I'm out of line." She corrects herself.

"No, it couldn't be helped." He explains smug.

Hinata exhales. To concede, or not concede? He's clearly trying to taunt her for interrupting them earlier even though he "apologized". On regular terms, she'd ignore him or maybe even feign a smile depending on the situation, and be on her way. However, on regular terms she wouldn't be living with the person...

"I have an idea," Hinata says as she turns to him again matching his tone and smirk. "Let's forget boundaries for a little bit; make it interesting, no? You said want to know why I'm here, it's rather obvious I got into a malicous fight." She explains, and pushes her glasses further up the bridge of her bandaged nose, and turned to look deeper into her dresser. "I guess to be fair, I'll ask a question myself. How did you manage to not tell your girlfriend that your new co-worker slash neighbor would be a girl?" She asked though expressing the flatness of her interest. She held none whatsoever.

Sasuke rubbed his chin somewhat amused. He'd entertain this for a bit. "Not my girlfriend, not her business."

Hinata slowly nods, eyebrows pulling up in surprised manner. Does she know that? Hinata suspects he's lying, but he may very well be telling the truth. This would explain why Sakura was hesitant in confronting him. They weren't official. On some level, it makes sense because if they aren't dating, she's not entitled to know. "So you're one of those." Hinata mutters thinking about the loose string of girls characters in her books took up, and even people in her old schools. Guys like him were universal or simply put...basic.

Her new co-wokers hearing is too keen to miss it though. "Hm, look who's suddenly intrigued. "

"It was intended as more a condescending comment, than an actual question." She remarks. "But take it as you like. However, I can't promise I'm all ears if you do have an explanation."

Sasuke glares, but her tact is clever enough to make him smirk. "Sharp tongue there, Oshiro." Hinata looks at the floor.

"You call that sharp?" She asks eyes testing him.

Sasuke assesses her again; this time boldly. She has big glasses that covered a majority of cheekbone area, slender nose (pierced) , full lips but not moist looking an overall not horrible-looking face. Body which he could barely see under the large sweats, but he could see largely defined collarbones which had a rather distinct tattoo. Not to forget her eyes. That rang a sense of deja vu in his head.

"Haven't you stared enough for today."

He shrugs unashamed. "I figure I'm only returning the favor." her patience for that topic was completely out from what he could tell. She crossed her arms and exhales. A girl getting annoyed with him. Well, that's a first. He holds back a grin; he would milk this to the bone.

"You know, with the amount of time it took you stop staring, I almost wonder if you wanted to-?"

It's her time to glare. "I guess now is as good time as any to return to our presumptions. Let's not take steps where they should not be taken."

Sasuke nods. "I completely agree, it'd be burdensome if you became interested in me."

Hinata does her best to not whip her head around. She clears her throat. "I must say I'm genuinely impressed, in just two minutes you've neared the top of list in all the assholes I've ever met." She states.

Sasuke accepts the comment with a smirk. "That many rough rejections, huh?"

Hinata feels a vein pulse, but collects herself. "Even more actually." She replies voice overflowing in sarcasm. She clicks her tongue.

It was officially Hinata's first day, and she was beyond exhausted. She knew she should have better taken adavantage of her homework-less night, and got to bed earlier than she had. It's all due to her own ignorance, she'd forgotten 2am to 4am was but a blink of sleep-not really two hours. Though her exhaustion did little to stop her from getting ready to be on time for the "boss" himself.

It was 4:45am by the time she was ready, but the Uchiha took his sweet time not used to the thirty minute difference in tiime, and ate his toast at a mind-blowingly slow pace, and the two finally end up taking their leave at exactly 5. It'd been a slient walk, and a major contrast to the day before as Sasuke had barely acknowledged her presence. Hinata felt relieved.

At the shed behind the gynamsium, They met with other custodians with whom Sasuke was highly acquainted as they shared a couple early morning inside jokes, and Sasuke had introduced her as they were leaving. At first she was sure he did it on purpose to irk her being left out, but one of them clarified they knew of her arrival already.

Sasuke tossed a tennis ball in the air to himself. "Eh, they were total dicks to me when I got here too. You're the new kid, New Kid."

The whole 'chore' process was more demanding than she'd expected, but nonetheless better than what she's faced before. She had to clean in sector A, and Sasuke feeling more lively, assumed his role as her advisor and watched her.

"You're doing it wrong." He told her.

Hinata did her best to not roll her eyes at him. That was the third time he'd stopped her-was technique really such an important part of cleaning? "When cleaning shiny surfaces, use one uniform motion and don't use so much force-you'll make a scratch." He said snatching the cloth from her. He proceeded to properly clean the trophy case glass with precise concentration. She'd admit it, his work ethic was unwavering.

"So this is the technique of the average commoner-pathetic." Sasuke scoffed as he went over her mistakes.

Hinata pushed her glasses further up the bridge of her nose. "I apologize on behalf of all average commoners-we don't all dream to make it to the janitor olympics." She then took another cleaning cloth from the bucket.

Sasuke's lips tugged slightly before he glanced her way. "I'd take this a bit more seriously. When it comes to work, I'm the one reporting to Tsunade. Not the other custodians. I'm ultimately trying to help you out."

She paused slightly before copying Sasuke's motions. The rest of that morning had gone just like that. Sasuke constantly correcting her with a snide comment he made sure she heard, and Hinata biting her tongue while following directions. The process left her mouth dry with frustration.

By the time she'd finished, it was a quater to 8, and class started in a little over an hour. It was during their silent walk back to the building felt something strange. Strong inhalations of air brought about a weak sensation to her core, her knees became unreliable in simple strides as they buckled ever so slightly with each stride. Hinata could deny as long as she liked, but if she didn't know it then she knew it at that moment: she was nervous. Though how could this be? Was she really concerned with her new peers could think of her? She's transferred from school to school more times than she'd like to admit, and was always on guard, but not nervous. What changed?

She glared to her right. He did this. He successfully threw off her composure, and nonchalant mindset this morning from the constant jabs and belittling. Without saying a word back, it'd seeped into her subconcious before it was too late, manifesting into this cursed mess in her stomach.

Sasuke had noticed something off on the already strange girl; her silence wasn't collected and calm like it was yesterday or even earlier that morning. No, her mind seemed more unfocused or rather preoccupied with some unforeseeable feat. Just when he was about to deem it none of his business, she surprised him a glare with more hostility he conjured on a bad day.

"Save the hostility. You should use whatever pent up energy you have now, to make a good impression today. God knows you'll need it to survive." He said opening the door. He went to a bottom cabinet in the kitchen Hinata had yet to make herself comfortable in to take out some dog food; as if on cue, a giant german shepherd walks through the opening in the back door.

"Survive..." She muttered to herself thinking it an exaggeration side-stepping out of the path of the humungous dog. But then again, her main goal was to blend in, and in order to do that she'd have to be like the rest of them wouldn't she? Now she knew where the root of her nerves came from: a plan domed to fail. Therefore, she opted for another one, allow them to get used to her naturally. After about a month or even less of enduring, she'd be old news.

Resolute, Hinata readies herself with large black sweats, a fitted black shirt, a large denim jacket, black converses, and had on her usual glasses, and decided to ditch the piercings.

Sasuke left the house first with black chinos, all black air max 90's and a navy blue slim fit tee. He started walking quicker to get ahead of the crowd of rushing people. He pops his head back in, ""By the way, it'd be most beneficial if we act like we don't know each other." He leaves quickly leaving no room for argument.

"Yo, Sasuke!" Naruto greets excitedly with Kiba beside him. He gives Sasuke a dap.

"What is it Dobe?"

He gets in close, "I heard the new girl yesterday like...walked in on you and Sakura..." he raises his eyebrows suggestively while pumping his hips. Kiba holds his face laughing.

Sasuke glares. How much does everyone know? "I'm not talking about that with you."

"so it's true?" Kiba asks interested. "Here I thought Ino was just bored. What a greeting, huh?" Kiba snickers. Sasuke is displeased. "I guess it's all Ino's fault though, what business did she have being in your building and with the new student at that." Sasuke grunts, so he didn't know she lives with him. Excellent.

"Oh, it's-"

"Remeber our game, Naruto? We're still playing." Sasuke says fist logged in Naruto's stomach.

Naruto doubles over, and Kiba looks confused but is soon enough engrossed in laughter.

Once the trio make it into class, Sasuke walks right to his seat without delay. Sakura wasn't here yet-yes. He'd wanted none of the drama that usually came before homeroom; especially not any that involves relationships.

But alas, an Uchiha is an Uchiha.

"Sasuke," a voice sings. He holds in a sigh as fiery red strands sprawl themselves on his desk. "Bouncing blondie over there tells me not only her, but new kid saw something very "appauling" yesterday, is it true?" Karin asks

Sasuke's head bows back, and he turns his body towards Ino who waves. Sasuke curses to himself whilst ignoring Karin, how many could she have told?

Ino returns to her conversation, "-I don't know, I'd have to be really drunk to do that-oh hey, Sakura!" She gets up to greet her friend. "Hope everything turned out fine yesterday with you and Sasuke after...," she whispers very loudly in her ear with a suggestive pause.

Sakura blushes, and throws her hands on Ino's mouth "Ino, what the hell? You might as well tell the whole school about it."

Ino's face falls, and she itches her chin guiltily. "Oh, so you didn't ...want people to know about that..."

Sakura's eyes widened, before her head completely falls. "Ino! Sheesh, and just when we were getting so close to becoming exclusive." Sakura sighs into her desk, and covers her face. Sasuke was being his usual quiet self as he stared out the window. They didn't usually talk in class or outside of club, lunch, or free period, but the neglect felt strangely purposeful. He didn't feel ashamed or anything, did he? Of course he didn't-he was something of a sex king, but would this put a dent in their progression? Possibly.

She knew she should've forced the talk long ago.

Just as soon, Kakashi walked in right with the bell. "Okay class, everyone to your seats."

Naruto whispers,"Since when is this guy on time." He remarks flatly, but Kakashi allows it to slide preoccupied with the only empty desk in the room. He tried not to glare at Sasuke who was busy staring at a blank notebook. He expected more from him having come such a long way. Had the two already buttheads leading Sasuke to fend for herself in this enormous campus?

"The first person in every row pass back the packet-" Kakshi doesn't finish hearing a knock at the door. His mood jumps immediately seeing the tardy student at his door. Alert, and hesitant she stands by the door unwilling to step in. She didn't get lost, she knew where her class was, how to open her locker, ignore any and all stares, and didn't bump into a single person or make a single fiend on her way here. Nothing cliche about it...The only thing she did wrong was forget the time.

She stares dejectedly at the apparent teacher of her class. "Ah Hinata, please come in. I'll not put a penalty on our new student." He encourages.

Hinata bit the inside of her cheek acknowledging the other side if the transition step would be a different world. Actual High school. Gossip, lovers, lovers' quarrels, fights, parties, breakups, college, more college. It was laughable. She rolled her jaw. No, it's actual high school for them. Hinata never took part in such luxuries. Although, this was an honors class. She strangely doubted any of them participated in such debaucherous acts, but then again, the rich-no matter how high and mighty-did get bored sometimes.

"Would you walk in already? We've got a lesson to learn, hun." A jackass from the far right of the class bellows earning a couple laughs, and Kakashi serves a look that quieted them all.

She walks in, and the stares are outright, and range from calculating and judgmental to predatory. She sees a couple of familiar faces, and spots the Uchiha, she rolls her eyes mentally. She supposed when he said 'we don't know each other' he certainly meant it to the fullest. No matter, she wasn't looking to rely on him for anything.

"Would you introduce yourself to the class?" Kakashi asks, looking through his lesson planner. He was clearly trying to act disengaged for Hinata's sake, but it was rather easy to tell he was being attentive.

She faces the class. "My name's Hinata Oshiro. Nice to meet you all."

That's when the whispers begin. They start out as "How is she in an Advanced Honor's class?" to "Oh no, her outfit is a mess." to "I'd give her about a 7.5." or even "Sh, she might hear you." The last one was probably most comical.

"Doesn't she kinda look like..." That whisper was enough to almost make her head snap. They couldn't be referring to..."-a delinquent?" The student finishes. Hinata sighs relieved, but she concentrates on her packet. She supposed while she had the oppurtunity, according to Temari, she may as well do her best. Pleasing everyone was probaly her key to being relieved of chores. Though Sasuke was technically in the same boat as her, and still doing chores even though he's probably progressed a lot along the line. She furrows her eyebrows to herself. That made her wonder, if this is technically some sort of "correctional program", what the hell is he in for?

The first class was easy enough-literature was her favorite subject. Kakashi was a competent teacher despite his childish tendencies. At the end of class, they get a break, and Hinata puts her on her headphones, and pulls out a book carrying out part one of her plan-'leave me alone'.

"Tch, What luck, Sasuke." Kiba starts.

Sasuke grunts,"shut up."

"Damn," Kiba says looking on as she stared at nothing in particular listening to her headphones already secluding herself. "She looks anything but approachable."

"Mm, she sure does look mean." Naruto says staring in her direction. "I think I could fix that." His grin sunny, but sly. Shikamaru peeked an eye open at that, but kept his mouth shut.

"Word?" Kiba asks suspecting.

"Hell yeah."

"Don't be acting cocky on me. She's not just uninterested in you, but probably everyone else here." Kiba said.

"Watch me. I'll get her to go to the club room today."

"Mmm. Still doubting it."

"I'm already sensing a personality clash." Shikamaru observes.

Naruto is unfazed. "Uh, That's bullshit, look at me and Sasuke."

Sasuke looks up. "If we're going by that logic, you'd have better luck acing your trig exam." Sasuke comments.

Kiba smirks. "My point exactly."

Naruto looks at his friends with a glitter of mischief. "is that...a challenge I smell in the air?"

Shikamaru shifts in his seat pulling up the back of his pants. "Nah, it's probably my dope to be honest with you." He says rubbing his eyebrow

After giving shikamaru a rough push, he continues. "I'll do it."

"I have to bet against you on this one my friend." Kiba leans back in his chair.

"So could you?"

"No, my charisma only runs so deep. As does yours." Kiba states. "I bet Sasuke could make it work somehow."

"Find a bone to chew on." He huffed eyes returning to his cellphone.

Kiba put his hands defensively. "What? I'm being realistic. For some reason girls prefer the dark lord over our handsome king over here."

Shikamaru checked his phone. "Eh, you're kinda right. In terms of the bakery club, Sasuke's business is slightly over Naruto's." Sasuke smirks at a spiteful Naruto.

"Although he has a larger male population amongst his sales, so their female percentages are actually nearly similar." Shikamaru says to himself suddenly immersed in the statistics. Naruto and Kiba grin to each other while Sasuke grunts. He was perfectly secure.

"I guess that does make you wonder who could pull it off." Shikamaru.

"I put money on myself." Naruto declares.

Sasuke shakes his head. "Not really up for it." He decides glancing back at a gloomy looking pink-haired girl. Damn, she really does take everything to heart, doesn't she? He sighed to himself. Was she always that way? It was almost annoying, and even though he would never admit it, her concern for "them", was endearing.

"Okay, Naruto, I guess I'll just bet against you then. She's not coming to the clubroom today:20 dollars." Kiba says.

Hinata clenched her schedule tightly. How could she have been so inattentive? Again. She didn't mean to sign up for Food and Nutrition-talk about a pointless class. Her head is suddenly leaning against her locker. Damn it.

"You okay, there?" A voice she doesn't recognize asks.

Without looking up she replies,"Yes."

"You sure? Most people don't-"

She closes her locker loudly cutting him off. It was the blond boy with sun-kissed skin. "Thanks for making it inherently clear that I am not most people." Hinata deadpans voice low walking away.

"Sorry I-"

She sighs rubbing her under eye area. She'd make sure she got enough sleep today for sure. "No, don't mention it, my day's just not going as planned. Nothing to feel sorry over. Really." She stresses backing away.

He is persistent though. "Well I could help, I'll walk you to class." He watches her protruding back as she walks.

"That won't be necessary."

"Who cares about what's necessary?" He asks earnestly voice loud without any clear effort. Hinata was well aware she was no match for that amount of spirit, and shrugs in defeat.

He smirks. "Well, alrighty then!" He says, and his grin is so bright Hinata is thankful for her transition lenses. "Mm-wow this must be fate, I have this class now too!" He bellows, and Hinata suddenly wishes she'd been more assertive in telling him not to walk with her.

Naruto started chatting for a bit about the different halls, how it's rude if you walk on the left side of the hall, on uniform day don't wear it exactly as it's given because that's lame, and how he got away with cutting all the time because he gets his slip signed, and why the basement bathrooms in sector B should be a place Hinata never goes.

Once they enter the classroom Hinata is surprised to see Sasuke of all people there as well. It seemed a place dominated by the female population which he had a clear complicated relationship with.

"I switched to technology. Not Food and Nutrition."

"I dunno what to tell you, kid. Talk to your guidance counselor after school-it's still somewhat early in the semester. But If you go to tech now, it'll be a cut from me." The teacher said.

Sasuke groans, and Naruto trods over. "Hey bro,"

"Hn,"

"Everyone get into pairs!" The teacher exclaims. Naruto immediately waves his hands over at Hinata who naturally complies. "Today we'll be free baking; using everything we've learned so far, choose one of our recipes to apply it."

Hinata purses her lips. If she didn't know any better she'd have mistaken it for a junior high class. At the cooking stations, Hinata allows Naruto to do most of the setting up unfamiliar with how it goes.

"How are you liking the school so far?" He says laying out the pans and the baking sheet.

"It's okay, I guess."

"'Okay'?" He looked semi shocked." Well, I guess you did just get here, but around here things get very interesting. Oh hey, how about you come by to our clubroom, and me and my friends show you exactly how fun our school can be."

Sasuke's ears perked.

Hinata yawns. "I have plans after school." She covers her mouth with her hand.

At this Naruto becomes disappointed, and he glares at a snickering Sasuke.

"Shut up Sasuke, keep busy staying infatuated with those tomatoes." Naruto raises a fist at him. "Ne, Hinata, what is it like living with...him?" He asks, and Hinata ponders a bit.

She blinks at him for a moment. "I don't live with him...just near him." She mimics his actions, and covers her mouth as she whispers,"But from all the data I've collected thus far in these past 24 hours, I can conclude this: he's a dick."

Naruto laughs from his stomach, and turns to Sasuke. "Yo, she totally thinks you're a dick!"

"Naruto! Language!" The teacher yells.

He bows his head slightly and apologizes. Hinata ignores the glare from her side, and turns to Naruto. "I think we'll make fine friends, Hinata."

Hinata snorts. "I'm not really looking to make any friends."

Naruto tenses slightly, and looks at her seriously. "Hinata, are you..." The earnestness in his voice catches her by surprise. He has plenty of friends, it's not that big a deal. "-are you flirting with me?"

Hinata squints at him. "...What-How could you get 'that' from that?" he hears another chuckle from Sasuke

"Well it's a clear indication you wanna be more than friends." He explains.

"Less." She clarifies. "Less than friends. Please." Naruto's lips form a straight line as he splits the dough between the two of them, and she copies him as he rolls them into balls. They were making snicker doodles. She couldn't get a grip on this guy. He may be a dimwit, but this one was impossible to read.

"Well, I'm sorry to say this Hinata." He starts again blindsiding her with a high-beam smile. "That's just not gonna work for me."

Hinata huffed. She doesn't like this guy. "Do whatever you want I guess; I have no control over that. Just know, it's one-sided." She bent down to one of the cabinets to find more baking sheets, and ends up going around the counter.

"Haha!" He bellows proud. "my best friendships are built on one-sidedness! Right, Sasuke?"

Sasuke ignores the comment, and makes his way over to get extra clean utensils. As Hinata takes out more baking sheets from the lower cabinet, she doesn't quite make it all the way up. She hits a rather hard bone upon ascending. "Ow..." She rubs her head.

"Watch where you're headed, underling." Sasuke stands above her in her crouched position. Black, silken tresses follow his head in a ghost-like pattern, and Hinata closes her eyes to avoid fuming. She couldn't know if it were the pun, the outright condescending name-calling or the nonchalant glance, but her blood was sent into a mild boil.

Hinata turns her back abruptly. She couldn't wait to transfer out of this class. "Naruto, why do you take this class?"

Naruto puts the set snicker doodles in the oven. "Well, isn't it obvious? Look around you." And around Hinata were a bunch of females looking at either Sasuke or Naruto in ways she'd rather not describe.

"Ah, the women."

"What? No, no, no, but I like that's an interesting observation." He states sly, and Hinata looks at her hands slightly embarrassed. "The food, Hinata. It's like a second lunch period. It's an absolute bless. I get so hungry during soccer and football season." He cries.

"Oh."

"i like that you think that way though, but I don't need a class to come across beautiful women." He states. Hinata nods slowly. He was just teetering the line of cocky; it was impressive.

"Hinata, you should eat lunch with us today." He asks with anticipating eyes.

Hinata quickly declines."No, I think I'll do some exploring instead."

Naruto gasped. "But you can't eat lunch alone on your first day."

"I like to think I am capable of whatever I set my mind to. Eating lunch alone on my first day included."

Who knew sitting alone at lunch was an actual feat. She bought veggie burrito with a vitamin water, and her worries temporarily dissipated. Warm, wholesome meals, as much as she wanted to enjoy, Hinata was well aware she was still the hot topic of the school. As long as no one knows where or who she lives with it'll be fine.

She hoped, anyway.

She put her large headphones back on and started playing "Jupiter" by Gustav hoist. Though Biting into her veggie burrito, she is immediately interrupted.

"Hey new girl," She sees the words being mouthed by a stunning firey red head who wore glasses with a rectangular shape. She had on a purple crop top, high waisted fabric skirt, and white vans.

Hinata turns down the volume on her music so as to not be too rude. "My fellow four-eyes," She greets back to which the girl smirks.

"Karin Uzumaki. If you're wondering." She leans across the table.

Hinata doesn't respond. She's already assessed that the girl knows how to keep up a one-sided conversation. "Konoha, the playground for the rich, and Konoha Academy, the playground for the rich kids. So what brings you here, Commoner?"

Commoner? Hinata slowly looks from her tape-recorder to the intrusive red-head. "I can't imagine a lowly peasant like myself would ever satiate your 'high and noble'...social needs. So if you'd be so kind as to excuse me." Hinata put her food in the bag, and gets up from her table. Everyone here is so ridiculously well-off, she concludes that a day without victimizing another is just intolerable. She's had better luck keeping to herself at detention centers. As long as she minded her own, she could count on being safe from frustration of others. Here, on the other hand, everyone's buzzing to annoy the next. Given her novelty, she's the major target now.

"Leaving so soon?" She asks with feigned disappointment. Hinata rolls her jaw.

"I must apologize, wouldn't want to tarnish my grace's reputation by being see with my likes. Pardon," She does something like a mockery of a bow with a knowing glance, and turns into a brick wall...of fabric?

"This is why I'm you're the inferior. Such large eyes and glasses, but low overall vision awareness. Tch, there are people out there who would die to have functioning eyes. For their sake, use yours properly." Sasuke sighs past her, and Hinata's knuckles turn white. He was infuriating. That passionless voice and stoic expression just showed how smug he was towards her, but Hinata coaxes herself into thinking past his idle comments. She knows better than to off-the-bat dislike him. That'd be too much wasted effort. No, she had to find a silver lining. They're pretty much neighbors/living partners not to mention he's her "senior" advisor as well. Signing him off as an enemy now wasn't a suitable option.

Next to him was Sakura, and until now she hadn't noticed the pair brushing shoulders. It seemed they'd made a full recovery from yesterday. Sakura walks over to Hinata standing only a little above her. "You sure you don't wanna sit with us today, Hinata?"

Hinata understood the gravity of this invitation full well now. She hadn't exactly taken note of it before, but that group of rowdy and strangely, obnoxiuosly good-looking teenagers were the crown-jewel of the school. The way each passed by, and were stared upon-envy and pheromones were being transferred like electrons between elements. It was systematic and natural. She wasn't aware of it before, but she'd been invited to lunch by the most adored students in school. Sakura's second invite was one for the unmistakeable regret a regular student might have felt upon declining lunch, was she about to turn down this much social power? The royals had invited her themselves.

"She can sit alone, our table's full." Or not. The king has spoken.

"Ah, don't mind him Sasuke's just a dick. You coming right, Hinata?" Ino says elbowing him in the rib which he returns with a glare. Naruto peaks out with anticipating eyes.

Though Hinata is no average student. The royals were the exact people she has to stay away from if she ever truly wants to accomplish her goal of being forgotten. "Uh, no I'm good. I think I'll explore the halls for a bit." She says, and internally rolls sighs as she hears gasps and whispers all around. She should've expected they'd gain such an audience.

"Aww, Hinata." Naruto openly groans."Damn, I was looking forward to eating next to a girl who wasn't quote on quote 'taken', or bat-shit crazy." Naruto rubs his neck, but pounces like an enthusiastic dog, and leeches an arm around her shoulder unexpectedly. "Next time, alright?" Hinata doesn't respond immediately surprised by the sudden contact. She hadn't said anything yet thinking she didn't really need to, but "touch" is a big do-not in her book, and stares at the perpetuating hand that laid nonchalantly on her her shoulder. She steps forward out of his reach whilst trying to hold back a shiver, and inadvertently says the wrong answer in trying to get out of his grasp.

"Sure."

Naruto looked at his hand confused ready to place the blame of her discomfort on himself."Hm? Did-"

"Did I hear subliminal messages in all that shit you were talking?," It was Sakura's turn to be angered. She walks toward him rolled sleeves.

Kiba pats his shoulder, and pushes him toward angry Sakura. "Sheesh, rejection and a beating in less than one minute- it's not your day today."

"Hm? I said something wrong?" Genuine confusion written on his face.

As she walked past, she notcied the stares from this morning had developed from judgmental and curious to hostile. Maybe yes would have indeed been safer. Then again, they'll all forget about her soon. Hopefully very soon. Was it really that serious? One girl sent her an especially malicious look, and another flipped her off.

Wow.

"Obnoxious high-borns."

Clearly she needed to practice cooridinating herself around people again. She could observe for hours, but interacting was a whole new ball-game she had yet to brush up on. Once Hinata found the staircase she started up them hoping for a little extra luck today-the roof. She just wanted to eat in peace.

She turned the knob hoping for a light at the end of the tunnel. She heard a rough clink; it was a steel door, but that was the sound of it opening, and rays of sunshine bursting through. She let out a sigh, and stepped into the open. Devoid of unnecessary noise, or people. Utterly perfect.

In the zipper of her bag was a small baggy of green herbs and another with brown rolling paper. She takes off her jacket, and Like the pro she recognizes herself, she places the paper on the baggy, taps the content on the paper, rolls with precision, licks the ends clean like an envelope, all before figuring out she had no light.

"Shit," Hinata murmurs to herself leaning against the wall. She nearly jumps when she hears chuckling.

"Need a light?" It was a guy with a spiky hair pulled into a ponytail. He was lying down looking at nothing in particular before he tossed a lighter at her legs. She grabbed it somewhat suspicously before holding it to her joint. How hadn't she noticed him?

"Saw the whole thing?" She asked before taking a hit. She inhaled the smoke into her mouth, and gulped it up again until she felt it in her lungs. There, it took its shape inside of her-ruling all volume and space in her body. The fumes packed a punch, and she held it until her wiser lungs forced it out with a small cough. Though it was too late, the fumes had done its job, and Hinata began succumbing to weightlessness.

"Very experienced, I see. I won't tell if you let me cyph." He says, though Hinata had planned to offer anyway in thanks for the light, to which he immediately accepted. She watches as he takes an inhale himself, and moments later smoke released from his nose without a single cough. If she held it that long, Hinata would've been wheezing.

"I could say the same." Did she trust the guy? No. He'd seen her smoking marijuana on a "no-trespassing" area of the school. Two major offenses right there, and he'd witnessed both in a matter of seconds. The question was, however, did it matter at this point? He had the info, and there is very little she could do to stop him from telling.

Besides hurting him of course, but that'd only cause further infractions.

"Ah, as much as I do do it, it's not something I generally do in school,"He says handing it back with a small smirk.

Hinata twirls the blunt between her two finger before placing it in her mouth again. "I'm surprised any of you do this kind of stuff at all." She remarks.

The pineapple head teen looks at her confused, then looks up again. "New kid, right? ...Oshiro, or some shit?" She nods.

"One thing you're gonna learn about this school-most the students here have one thing in common: wealth. being that, most have the luxury to do or be stupid. Everyone here drinks alcohol, does drugs, and has sex." he states taking another pass when Hinata handed it back to him. She tries to hide her surprise of his last comment. For Hinata, the most even she did was marijuana from time to time such as now; even cigs kinda disgusted her. "What really matters in terms of reputation, is how well you hide it." He lets out a puff of smoke.

"I'll take that into account."

"Mm, you should come by after school today to our club. We're actually looking for an extra helping hand. I think you're exactly what we're looking for." He says.

Hinata shakes her head. "I'm not really into the whole club thing."

The guy nods his head, then faces her. "Then let me rephrase it this way: you have to come by our club today. Or else...well, I guess from there it's pretty self explanatory."

Hinata's stomach drops. Just when she thought she'd found a sane person in this befuddled school. She so easily let her guard down; though she was nearly finished with the whole joint-those aren't great for awareness. "Wouldn't you get in trouble too, if you told?"

He lets out a chuckle."Yeah, okay." Hinata, using the prior information he'd given, draws the conclusion as an overly privileged teen, he'd get out of it someway.

She sighs. "Rich bastards."

"Indeed."

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..

It was after school, and as Hinata promised, she pulled up to the glorious Bakery club still high as a kite. She opened the door, and wished she hadn't. It was them.

"Huh, Hinata?" Naruto looks up, and grins at her.

"Uh, hi..." She says confused. she must have the wrong room. Where is-

"Yo, Shikamaru, you weren't kidding! She's here!" Naruto exclaims, and Hinata furrows her eybrows. She does not like the sound of that.

"Sheesh, Shikamaru were you even trying?"

"Not really, but she was high so it hardly counts."

Sasuke appears from the corner. "Hn, Vassal." She clenched her jaw too disoriented to make a formidable comeback, and turned away from him. How had she ended up with them? She underestimated their span of influence and their variety. She'd been ignorant of the silent movements of the pothead.

"What...is this?" Hinata asks.

"Huh? You don't know?" It was Ino this time, and Sakura smiles sweetly behind her.

"We're the bakery club." Naruto smirks

Hinata, even in her mind-impaired state, could tell they were selling more than just baked goods in here.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit." The stark man in the chair slams his fist into the desk. They were so close to finding her! If she left the group home, then she should be homeless at this point! Where could she have gone, and since when did she have friends to help her pull it off? Getting her to leave the group home was according to plan indeed, but losing her? He leans over the desk infuriated.

"Boss," A generously paid guard calls to him disrupting the man's thoughts. "We gotta a guy who can hack into the camera systems all over the city."

He barely acknowledges him as he takes his seat, and sighs into his bridged hands. "Good, but if it isn't any help, kill him." He commands. The man in the chair pauses seeing the guard is still standing there like a loyal dog without any disgruntles. He rolls his eyes slightly. "You're dismissed."

Without a further word the guard disappears.

The eerie man turns in chair, overlooking the lit up city. Nothing calm or quiet about it. Perfect environment for his line of work. Bustling and moving about-people only worried about themselves; so much so they don't even have the time to run it through their conscience how selfish they've become. The city is a whole other world in itself.

Konoha.

He leans back in his chair, and turns to face the large window. All that was left was her.

He breathes, "Hinata Hyuga." He huffs at the name, and returns to his work.

A/N: Did I forget to mention there would be a little gang violence (but not really-more like gang-related scene) but it'll all come full circle once we go further down the line. But I don't think we'll be hearing from the "strange man" for a couple chapters...or will we? ;)

AND i totally don't mean to make these chapters so super long, I'm gonna try to shrink 'em down a little cause it's kinda ridiculous tbh...

I felt a little awkward writing the smoking scene 'cause I was like Hinata of all people would never smoke! But this Hinata is worlds different from the cannon one, but she will certainly not be a static charachter much like the rest of them, and will not be a cold-hearted brute for most of it.

Also, am I buggin out with the Naruhina scenes or what? I had to stop myself from going further. Ugh, but fuck dat, them fothermuckers is cannon as shit so...even Shikahina too though like shiiiit what am I doing...I should write one or the other just to get it out my system. But I want Hinata to have some golden friendships/relationships.

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Til' Next chap.