Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto… and at the rate Kishi-sensei is going, Hinata probably won't either.

I'm not Japanese either so my –kuns, -sempais, -chans are only limited to what seems to be popular in fanfic. Labeling Iruka a sensei and having Hinata call Naruto –kun and having Naruto calling Hinata…well, just Hinata.

This, quite frankly, always confused me. No wonder Hinata faints so much; Naruto seems to imply an inherent familiarity lol.

Summary: Mindless drabbles in the world of Hinata Hyuuga. You probably can place these during any time in Naruto-verse. Just random thoughts and ideas I had when reading the chapters or seeing the anime; thoughts like "I wonder what Hinata thinks when she isn't fainting like a little pansy girl over Naruto" lol.

Muses for this chapter:

Reik- Amor Primero

Tyrone Wells- Sea Breeze

Ravi Prasad- Indian Gypsy

Chapter 2: Dreamy Thoughts of a Proud Failure

Mrs. Naruto Uzumaki.

I gasped at the words staring back at me from my notebook. The doodles peppering the sides of the paper blended neatly with the notes that I wrote in neat rows. How I wish I had just enough chakra control to set the paper on fire and destroy any evidence of my distraction from the lecture.

Neji probably would have looked at me with a sneer of superiority.

My thoughts turned into the slightly hazy quality of a daydream.

I shifted slightly in my seat; the western corset I had begun wearing under my black shirt pinched my waist. How uncomfortable. My help-maid assured me that the corset would help my waist-line in the long run. Itching to adjust it while still being modest in public, I rubbed my elbow against my waist and cursed fusion clothing and growing up.

Imagining the look on Neji's face was a welcome distraction and led me to think about how he would look like with more exaggerated looks of horror. And then I thought about my father would look with the same looks of horror. Which lead me to scenes where strong Hinata battled father… She would win of course. Neji would then have to dress up in a dress as per our bet. I giggled to myself silently at my scandalous thoughts and hazarded a look around the classroom.

Iruka-sensei was still at the front of the classroom, pictures littering the chalkboard rather than the usual litany of paragraphs. Sakura, who had arrived before me to the classroom today to bashfully place a gift on Sasuke's desk, sat at the front of the classroom sighing. Her carefully wrapped present sat in a heap at the side of the room, placed with other presents given to Sasuke with equal amounts of hope and care. Poor girl. She was number twenty-four today.

Sometimes, I wish I had as much courage in showing Naruto-kun friendship as they did toward Sasuke.

My eyes drifted, as they always seemed to do, toward Naruto-kun. His chin rested in his palm, his eyelids dropping down occasionally. The notebook that he brought to class was a mess, his pencil now was down to merely a nub. I looked down my own neat notebook and ink pen. Does he need a notebook? Should I offer him one? Would he take it?

The confusion and hesitancy that warred in my mind must have shown on my face because Ino, during her own perusal of the classroom, shot me a curious look with a quirked eyebrow.

I ducked down quickly and traced the words in my notebook. Ino was too good at finding out secrets for her own good.

A ball of paper hit the back of my head. Indignation welled up inside of me quickly and then, just as easily, died down. I may be clan head but that was not a reason for respect. I haven't proven myself to my classmates yet. But I will, soon I think. I have to.

As discreetly as possibly, I slid down and picked up the piece of paper. My eyes shuffled around the classroom to see who threw the paper. Ino looked at me encouragingly. Shikamaru snuck a glance at our exchange and turned his eyes back toward the board. For some reason, he seemed interested in today's lecture about strategy. Perhaps many of the Nara clan had invested in the last war?

I opened the ball of paper and gasped at the picture sketched.

It was a lilac with a lttle girl sketched in the corner, winking. My lips twitched slightly not knowing whether to smile or cry. Only Ino would think of communicating in flower language.

Tucking the piece of paper into my satchel, I looked back up at the board to see if Iruka-sensei noticed the lack of attention to his lecture. It seemed like he didn't.

My thoughts once again drifted.

The children of the clan heads all knew each other. It went without saying that we all, sometimes consciously and sometimes unconsciously, kept tabs on each other. It was taboo to talk about it so openly, and father had never explicitly mentioned it to me, but I think keeping notice of each other helped us and in turn helped our clans feel secure.

As long as we were at almost equal levels of development, there wasn't a lot to worry about. It was almost a happy coincidence that we were all born around the same time.

I blushed slightly.

Okay, think happy innocent thoughts. Think happy thoughts. The lessons that we learned during our kunoichi classes were not something I wanted to relive.

Palms covering my now warming cheeks, I looked at said clan leaders' children.

Shino sat in the leftmost corner of the room, I knew. I think he liked the dark environment the back of the room provided. Too many of the civilian children thought he was weird.

Kiba, today, was sitting as close to the window as possible. He usually sat near the window or door, the smells of sweating and hormonal children being too much to handle for his sensitive nose.

Father had already hinted to me that these two would be my potential team mates during our training together. The perfect tracking team.

I sighed softly and glanced again at the board. Iruka-sensei had finally noticed Naruto-kun's less than inspiring attention to his discussion on strategy during the Last Great Ninja War. I could see he was revving up to throw his piece of chalk at Naruto-kun.

Smiling sadly, I looked at the other kids in the class. The clan children looked vaguely interested; they usually didn't find any interest on the affairs of civilian children. Some of the civilian kids smirked disdainfully at Naruto-kuns antics. I think they thought he was giving them a bad name. That's probably why they did not like him so much.

It, like the bonds between children coming from clans, was not explicit, this divide between clan children and civilian children. No one discouraged my friendship with civilian children but I never had the opportunity either. The only time I ever saw them was in the classroom and, I was too shy to make friends.

Shaking my head, slightly ashamed at myself, I looked down surprised at my fingers. I think from my ink pen had spilled slightly, blotting my fingers and pants in navy blue ink. Taking a handkerchief out of my satchel, I began methodically wiping my fingers, hoping the ink would not stain my pants too badly.

I glanced at Naruto-kun, who now had his arms behind his back in feigned apology and amusement. I could tell he was faking his smile. I could always tell. A similar mask I wore when dealing with my own family. It was curious that Naruto-kun knew how to hide his emotions so well. I looked at the other children to see their reaction and narrowed my eyes slightly in confusion. How much had I missed?

They were now paying attention to the lecture. Odd. Usually the other children took Naruto-kun's mistakes as an opportunity to relax.

There were two types of civilian children. The ones who tried in earnest to prove themselves to the clans and the teachers. Sakura was the perfect example of that in this classroom I think. She was one of the few girls that I kept my eyes on, noting her progress.

The other type of civilian classmate was the one who was only in the classroom because of their idealism or their parents' idealism. Becoming Shinobi was a dangerous but well-paying occupation and one that brought respect to the family. There were a few who really wanted to be here and others who only put up with the lessons until the ninja exam. The latter usually went back to normal classrooms where trajectories weren't taught in terms of kunai and enemy ninja.

I wish I had that opportunity sometimes.

In Neji's classroom, I knew, was TenTen-sempai. I had talked to her during kunoichi classes and was impressed by her level of knowledge and dedication to becoming a shinobi. Having been, up until now, held attached to the clan house, I hadn't had much interaction with civilians or their children. It was an eye-opening experience.

Different. But nice.

A world where there were no expectations, no one to answer to and to live a normal life. I could become a medic-nin or run a store. Or live off the land and drift from providence to providence. Perhaps I can go watch a film in an actual theatre. I sighed dreamily.

Meeting Naruto-kun had been an eye-opening experience as well. By all means, I don't think our paths would have ever crossed. Naruto-kun was one of the orphaned civilian children; his only option in life was to either go to a government granted school with the Hokage's help or become a shinobi. Though, that was frowned upon.

With no one guiding them and lack of money for supplies, the government had to take the brunt of the costs in providing for orphaned civilains' education. Usually, if the civilian showed potential, it would be okay. However, it seemed as if some of the teachers and civilian parents hated Naruto-kun's presence.

Even the clan elders showed a veiled hate for Naruto-kun which was quite shocking. Clans usually did not care for civilian children.

Perhaps Naruto-kun's education cost too much? But that did not make sense at all.

I looked my blonde-haired classmate, taking in his raggedy orange jumpsuit and goggles. If anything, Naruto-kun looked smaller and thinner today.

I remembered the first day I saw him in the training field. A wistful smile enveloped my face. Oh, how much simpler would it be if Naruto-kun was from a clan. Then we could be friends so easily. Then I would see him more often and then I could talk to him, share my secrets. Maybe I could tell him that I wore a mask too sometimes and then he could tell me about his life, what his hobbies are, what he does when he goes home in the evenings. Does he go home in the evenings? Does he long escape like I do?

I replaced the cap on my ink pen and traced more patterns on my paper. Now lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice that I was humming until a shadow fell over me. I looked up startled.

It was Iruka-sensei looking at me with a mixture of astonishment and amusement.

"I expected better from you Hinata," he said frowning while his eyes twinkled in amusement.

How cruel. Glad I could be of amusement. I was dying of embarrassment here.

Sudden realization had me looking down at my notebook. I covered it quickly with other sheets of paper before anyone could notice the cause of my distraction.

My heart-rate doubled and the darned corset made breathing difficult.

I gambled a look at Naruto-kun.

Goodness! I gasped inaudibly.

He.

Was.

Looking.

At.

Me!!!

My cheeks warmed up and the last thing I registered was Naruto-kun winking at me. Was this another dream?

I fainted.

Bliss.

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A/N-

Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. I probably won't update that frequently. Just whenever the mood suits me or if you guys have requests lol. Please don't hesitate to talk to me about whatever; what you think about Naruto, this story, movies, life, international policies… whatever lol.

On a completely different note, I found a DVD my mom downloaded of 5 cm per Second. It was my bad luck that I watched it. Made me cry like a little girl.

Question: Who is your favorite Naruto Character and why?

My answer: Naruto- but not manga or anime Naruto. I love fanfic Naruto when he's written correctly lol. If I had to choose an anime Naruto character as is, it's a close call between Shino and Iruka. So badass.