It's Not Like That
By: Unknownred
A/N: Ok school is almost over. I'll try working this either at home or at school. Cuz this is like my last week before I leave to go on a vacation trip to some where special. But besides that, I do NOT OWN Naruto.
Summary: "It's not like that that… at all." "Then why were you guys embracing each other?" "I told you we're just friends, and him? He's my dad! Ew, how incest can you get?" "Hn." "Ohh definitely tells me what you're thinking. Ugh."
Chapter Two – The Chapter Doesn't Even Relate To the Story
As if I was missing some memo, Naruto had asked Hinata out to ramen. I mean, you'd think I'd say finally but no, who takes people on a date to ramen. Seriously, that's like a quick lunch. Ooh I'm sorry. I'm happy for Hinata, really, but sometimes I think she picks dense, and stupid guys like Naruto himself who can't even pass math class: 2+2 = ?
"How do I look?" Hinata came out from the bathroom door, wearing a dark blue dress that covered mostly her feet and she wore a knitted shawl over the dress, her hair was scrawled around her shoulders as she twirled in front of the mirror.
"Scary." I made out one word.
She gave me a look. I shrugged and rummaged through her closet.
"Hey don't blame me, Miss Koala." I said as she laughed, "At least think of something good for the boy. He's taking you out to ramen and you wear something like going to a funeral."
Hinata's face flushed in embarrassment, "We'll I don't know exactly what to wear."
"Here's a thought." I snapped her out of her tremor, picking out a bright orange sun dress from her closet, "I've never seen you wear this before."
"That's because you don't come over often, much anymore. And besides I just got that…my father picked it out for me." Hinata shrugged, slouching into a chair, "I won't wear it, the color is too bland though, and besides…it was picked by my father!"
I shook my head, fathers love their daughters. Sigh. "Well then, good thing he picked orange."
"Why's that?" Hinata asked, confused.
"Girl, please, you can't be asking me that?" I flipped my hand at her, waving her off.
She stared at me confused. I gave her one simple answer.
"Naruto."
"What about him?" she asked, giving a hint of a blush.
"He loves orange. His favorite color is orange. Too bad, you think his color is too bland." I snorted sadly.
"W-w-what?" Hinata shrieked.
I swear Hinata is soo dense. I could have said something sarcastically to her but apparently I didn't want her to feel bad and of course even though I wanted to tease her, I knew it'd only hurt her. And she'd miss her only chance flirting with the boy. I'm like the advisor here, for her. I'm like always here for Hinata except when her father is around giving her lectures. I'd tell Hinata a secret if she ever got around lecturing by her father to always nod when he's speaking. I've been through that phase before so I'd know.
"I mean, you could have really impressed him with that dress your father bought you." I waved my hand at the dress.
She seemed to over think this. I waited, examining my nails until she got up and took the dress from my hand and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. It took a few minutes until Hinata came out again and twirled in front of the mirror. I gazed at the mirror myself, and viewed Hinata from head to toe.
"Now that's what I call sun flower!" I nodded, clapping my hands, in a manner of approving.
Hinata looked over to me through the mirror, "You think so?"
"I know so." I nodded.
Hinata gave me a wide smile and twirled again.
I chuckled, its like when we were kids, Hinata and I would twirl in fashion and play while her father and my father would talk and watch out for us. I mean, jeez, they can be soo over protective over us but now that Neji came into the family after his father abandoned him, he's been struggling to be accepted into Hinata's family. And for that, he has improved by taking responsibility over Hinata.
"Now let's do something with that hair." I tapped my finger on her nose. She wiggled her nose, backing her face away from me.
I laughed, and pulled her onto the bed and grabbed her brush. Smoothing out all the tangles, and brushing them till her hair was smooth, I ran my hand through her hair. I then scrunched up her hair into a fistful and let loose some side bangs so that it'll curve her face and pulled the rest up and ponytailed it. I even pushed some of her top bangs up so that it'll look sort of puffy on top of her forehead but after I was done, she looked into the mirror, gaping.
"Oh my goodness, Sakura chan." Hinata's lips parted, "What have you done to my hair?"
"I fixed it, what, you got a problem with that?" I snapped a look at her. She laughed and shook her head. Then she hugged me.
I hugged her back, but then she hugged me tighter, and then I hugged her even tighter, then she hugged tighter-er, ooh, and then it was war. We fell back onto the bed, squeezing each other into a hug— that's when Neji came in.
"Hinata, your fath—" Neji began but then seeing us, he coughed.
Hinata paused and I hugged her with all my might. Ten points for me, I won! Hinata breathed out heavily as I did the same.
"Do I want to know?" Neji asked.
Hinata smiled sheepishly. I laughed out a laugh, "Hug wars."
Then Hinata and I laughed, letting go our troubles and breaths. Neji shook his head slowly, giving us a weird look before continuing his mission.
"Hinata… your fath—" he began again but then I thought something.
"Wait! Why didn't you knock, you pervert?" I shot him a glare.
He narrowed his eyes at me, "I did. Five times. I heard voices so I thought I'd check up on her, just to make sure she's safe, may I add."
Hinata fiddled with her fingers as Neji continued, "And then I found you two grabbing at each other…might I also add— 'on the bed'!"
Told you Neji is soo over protective of Hinata. He wanted to see if she was 'safe'. Yeah, tells a lot that he just wanted to see what was happening in this room. Uh huh. He may think we're lesbians. Ha! Fat chance…but then again, I wonder, who else in the house hold thinks we're gay. Hello, get the idea of me not coming over very often 'cuz I got stuff to do. Gasp! Oh no, what if everyone in the house hold think if I'm not here often hanging out with Hinata, then maybe they think I'm doing something at home that doesn't involve planning or working my ass off. OMG, what is the house hold thinking? They are soo perverts! Speaking of thinking…
Hinata and I looked at each other. I wiggled my eye brows, as an idea popped into my head.
"Why'd you have to come in and disturb us?" I yelled at him.
He widened his eyes. Hinata got the idea and began fake crying (which I may add, she's really good at.)
We used to do that all the time when we were little. But it was way easier for Hinata since she was easy to cry. Hinata was a cry baby, but sometimes you couldn't really tell if she was fake crying or just crying for real. But for me, I didn't really care unless we got out of trouble. She'd fake cry whenever she didn't get what she wanted like that one time at Christmas, her mother was a big famous actress that was touring Europe and she was supposed to come home for Christmas but she couldn't cuz she was stuck in the airport of Paris, the most beautiful sight in all Europe. Hinata cried all that night, and not even her father or maids or I could stop her crying. That's when I realized I had to get her mother my way. So I called her mother up and told her how selfish she was, and how unmotherly she was to Hinata, how far away she is and stupid she is to change flights. Yeah, I know. I know real well, someone would change flights to see Paris's scenery during Christmas. Like I'd know, but I've seen it on Google images. Big deal, the next morning, I made sure she arrived here to see Hinata. I made sure, and when I say 'I made sure', I definitely made sure.
'"You blackmailed my wife?" Hinata's father raged as I nodded."'
Yup, the good ole' days. Can't get any easier that this.
"Neji nii! We were having soo much fun till you had to come and disrupt our game." She wailed.
Neji looked over at me as I shot him a 'look-what-you-did' look. Tch. Tch.
"Wait until father hears this." She kept wailing.
Neji's face paled ghostly. I stifled a laugh and looked away. Hinata's face became red from crying as she wiped her face with the back of her hand.
I looked over at her bedside, trying to keep my laughter down, and then my eye caught the time. It was nearly the time Naruto would head out for Ramen. Oh geez!
"Neji! Look what you did, now her father would hear of this and punish you. Get out, get out of this room! Hinata and I have to get ready for our appointment…don't look at me that way. Get!" I got up and started to push him out of the room, until he placed his hand on the door way.
"Wait, what appointment?" he asked.
"None of your beeswax." I replied, pushing him out.
"Tell me. I'm in charge of Hinata." He says.
I rolled my eyes and gave him a disturbed look, "Eew, stop being so incestful! Besides, we can't be late."
"When are you even early? You've never been to class early, huh?" he retorted.
"That's school. Anyways, this is a total different thing. Now get!" I yanked his hand off the door way, and shoved him out the room before slamming the door and locking it from the top and middle, and bottom.
Yes, Hinata's door has three locks, the top, middle, and bottom. Of course, Hinata wants her privacy, but serious the boy and her father are too overprotective. Okay, how any times do I have to keep reminding you guys how they are too overprotective? Geez, this is my story, I have to stop mention them to you.
"Whew!" I wiped a fake sweat off across my forehead. Hinata blew her nose into a tissue and tossed into the waste bund.
"That was a great show." I said as she nodded.
"There'll be even a great show tonight when you and Naruto go on your date." I replied.
Hinata blushed as I patter her shoulder.
"Now, let's get going." I opened the window and jumped onto the tall tree. I then turned to her, making sure she didn't fall behind me.
We climbed down the tree but then Hinata slipped and we bother heard a riiip! When we got down, on the ground, we examined her dress fully. She had a tear on the side of her dress. I shook my head slowly.
"Oh no! It's ripped! Now what am I going to do?" Hinata placed her face into the palms of her hand.
I tapped my chin and then smirked, "Oh I know."
And so I ripped some parts that were hanging from the dress, and made sure the rip lengthen to her thigh.
"There you go." I said.
"Sweet." She said, twirling once more. Her sun dress had a slit on the side that came up to her thigh, little truffles of the remaining scarf across and down the slit making it unknown that the slit was there.
And then we headed for the ramen stand. I stopped walking just round the corner. She stopped a few feet ahead.
"Sakura chan?" Hinata waved for me to come also but I shook my head.
"Understand the term 'date'." I rolled my eyes.
"But what about our 'appointment'?" she asked, curiously.
"What about it?"
"You told Neji that we—"
"Oh kami, you took that seriously? I meant it as an escape away so you wouldn't be late for your date. Duh!" I slapped my forehead.
She nodded in realization.
"Now shoo! Go on, go impress your boy." I said, waving at her to go.
She barked and went; I sweat dropped, dropping anime style.