A/N: Lack of response doesn't have me down in the dumps. Hardy, har, har. I thank you guys for those reviews! Sorry if things seem a little jumbled in the first chapter or in any chapter for that matter. I have way to many thoughts going on in my head at once. Plus I could totally get in trouble for writing stories at work! (Desk jobs. What are you gonna do?)

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Example: I wish my hair wasn't so thick.

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Hinata was many things. Sweet, innocent, shy, naive, gullible, scatterbrain, etc. The one thing she never thought she was, however, was crazy. A complete lunatic. A psychopath. She had absolutely no reason to be whatsoever. Sure, her shy nature came from the fact that she was barely raised around anyone besides her little sister and cousin. Her sweetness comes from her mother, whom pretty much embedded everything in her as a child. Innocence was a given, as was her naivete and gullible-ness.

Her father never allowed her to do anything, so she was able to retain those key personality traits and she was naturally curious. Being a scatterbrain...try going to high school. That place will mess a person up.

Now to the matter at hand. She had no particular reason why she should be labeled crazy. Her family on the other hand was a different story. They each had their very own unique qualities or quirks that made them stand out from the rest. Of course, they were the only ones with their extremely freaky eye color, so that didn't count. Hiashi was worthy of a prize for being the craziest however.

Hiashi was allergic to dead animals, particularly, ones he ran over in his car. He hated animals with an unyielding passion all because of the dead cat he ran over five times trying to back up out of the drive way. If the cat's ear-piercing shriek wasn't enough, then maybe the fact that his car bounced up and down every time he backed up and pulled up was. The old man deduced he was allergic after he puked from seeing cat guts on the wheels. Insane much? Yes, Hinata would definitely say so (she ended up having to wash the car that day too).

He was even - or so he says - allergic to the male species, which was completely idiotic and downright crazy! His logic behind such a thing? Males were primates or in scientific terms, homo-sapiens which meant they were animals, which meant he was allergic to them. That could only mean he was allergic to himself. Maybe that explained why he took pills every hour on the hour...

Thinking back on all those years ago when Hiashi had told her that animals were forbidden, Hinata knew why. It had nothing to do with the fact that she had to wash his car every time he ran something over. It had absolutely everything to do with the fact that there was a freaking talking foul-mouthed turtle in a fish tank! In her room! With hair! And not just any hair either! Blue hair!

Pimp Walking at school can cause a lot of trouble, she realized...

"Oi! Wake up!"

Hinata blinked back the pain from her fall, ignoring that same annoyed voice from earlier. She passed it off as a hallucination, deducing that it was from the traumatic experience of tripping, not once, not twice, but thrice times in one day. Her blatant lie about Pimp Walking and bringing that dreaded limp back 'in' made her head hurt just thinking about it. How people failed to realize her obvious lie, she'd never know.

A thump on her chest interrupted her from her thoughts, "I said wake up dammit!" She countered the loud yelling with a painful groan as her head swayed left and right as a means to block out the pain from flipping over her bed. A nudge to her face caused all previous thoughts to fly out of the window as opalescent eyes connected with a pair of black beady little eyes.

"Jeez, are you insane or something?" With wide fearful eyes, Hinata let out a high-pitched squeal as her alabaster hands flailed helplessly by her side. It wasn't a hallucination! A blue and white turtle with a frown was really talking to her! And did it really just curse her out! With another high-pitched scream, Hinata grabbed the bazaar shell-covered creature and did the first thing she could think of.

She slung it full force towards the wall, where it sounded off with a loud crash.

As if she just ran a marathon, Hinata panted loudly, scrambling into a corner before she curled into herself, rocking back and forth with wide orbs.

"There's no such thing as talking blue and white turtles with blue hair," she chanted softly to herself, her amethyst eyes closed shut, basking in the image of the cursing animal that just hit her in the chest. A groan interrupted her from her mantra, her pale eyes darting in the direction that she threw the turtle. A shadow peeked from behind her bed leg, slow-moving blue and white feet marching from around the corner.

"What hell was that for!" it barked, its beady little eyes narrowed into dangerous slits as it continued to march at snail's pace towards her. As if the wall would swallow her whole, Hinata continued to back up into it, grabbing the nearest thing within her reach. A large platform heel.

"Y-y-y-you! T-t-turtles! T-t-talk!" she stuttered horribly, the high heel in her hand clutched to her beating heart. The turtle halted mid-step, his black eyes still narrowed in annoyance.

"Your point?" it growled in a very distinct male voice. "Was that any reason to throw me against the damn wall! My shell is sensitive you know!" it barked as if what it were saying was the most obvious thing in the world. Slowly, it placed its hands on it's hind-legs before standing up, its long blue neck outstretched as it placed its hands on its hi- shell. "And that God-awful stutter. Are you really who they assigned me to?"

If Hinata were to say she was scared that would've been the greatest understatement on the face of the planet. She was terrified times ten! It was over 9000! Her eyes were as wide as dinner plates, almost as if they were ready to burst from their sockets. Her mouth was agape, barely touching her knees.

The foul-mouthed turtle, scratch that. The foul-mouthed, talking turtle began to march towards her with its han- nubs raised to its side, its face twisted into a scowl.

"Are you Hinata Hyuuga?" it asked impatiently, as it crossed its arms over its chest. She didn't know whether to nod or stay silent so she did the next best thing.

She raised the heel high above her head, preparing herself to slam the shoe on the turtle with all of her might and just as she was bringing it down, the turtle caught the shoe between its hands or nubs or whatever the hell turtles have for hands, and snatched it from her. If anyone were to walk in the room at that very second, they'd probably faint. Not only did Hinata get cursed out by a talking turtle with freaking blue hair, but she was pretty much in her room, fighting a blue and white talking turtle with blue hair! She closed her eyes in fear of it attacking her.

And did it? Oh, yes, it did and boy did she scream for a third time when the heel collided with her ankle. The one she lim-, did the Pimp Walk on.

"Will you stop all of that damn screaming and listen for a minute!" it yelled before throwing the clunky shoe out of Hinata's reach.

"I can't help it! You're a talking turtle!" she countered, her pale eyes closed in fear. "I take back every joke I ever said about tou-san and dead animals!"

"What?" it demanded, looking down to its blue and white shell with aggravation. "Tch."

With a brief glance to the bedroom door, the turtle sighed before pulling out a stick with a fan on top of it and waved it, barricading the door with a dresser. Hinata stared and before she could erupt in another bout of screaming, the turtle waved the stick with the fan on top of it towards her and promptly zipped her lip shut, literally. She could only stare in fright as the turtle closed its beady little black eyes before a gust of wind erupted from the room.

How it did that she would never know. The window was freaking closed and the air conditioner was shut off! With wide eyes, Hinata watched as the blue and white turtle grew taller in size, its unique color warping into flawless pale skin, its beady little eyes retaining their color as they narrowed into dangerous slits of aggravation. Its blue hair fluttered in the wind as it took on a raven-form hairstyle. And the blue and white shell transformed into a blue high-collar shirt with white shorts.

On top of its head popped a golden crown and behind its back sprouted a pair of fairy wings. She couldn't say anything (well of course she couldn't! It or shall she say he literally zipped her lip shut!) as the beautiful turtle-turned-male placed its hands on its hips.

"My name is Sasuke Uchiha and unfortunately," he said, his stick with the fan on top of it pointed directly at her shaky form, "I'm your fairy god-parent, but I refuse to be known as a fairy so I'm just your god-parent. Now I'm going to say this one time and one time only so pay attention."

Hinata's vision started to blur as he began to talk, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. It wasn't like she could scream in the first place and the fact that she screamed earlier like ten times and Hanabi not hearing it was like a kick to the knee. Before she could black out like she wanted, Sasuke tapped her in the head with his stick with the fan on top of it, rendering her eyes as wide as saucers before they could close.

"I'm talking to you. Now, if you'd just stay up and stop acting like an idiot, I can explain everything to you," he said, crossing his arms in annoyance, turning his back towards her, revealing a pair of extremely small wings, ones that looked as if they belonged to a mosquito. In order to avoid going ballistic, Hinata breathed slowly through her nose, her hands falling to her sides after prodding on the actual zipper that adorned her mouth (it would not open at all!).

He pinched the bridge of his nose before he turned back towards her. He tapped the stick with the fan on top of it in his hands for a second, a clipboard popping (literally) in his hands. Hinata couldn't do anything but watch, because not only did he shut her up completely, but she could not, for the love of God, faint! What in the world did he do to her with that...that...stick! Did he cast some sort of spell on her or something! And he was a turtle just a few minutes ago! And now some...some gorgeous teenager stood in her room with a magic stick! With wings! It was too much for her to handle.

Sasuke spoke, snapping her out of her reverie, "You will shake your head 'yes' or 'no' when I ask you question, got it?" He looked at her, his eyes narrowed into dangerous slits as she fervently shook her head up and down after he glared at her.

With a smirk, Sasuke continued, "Are you Hinata Hyuuga?" She nodded her head 'yes', blinking owlishly at him.

"Was today the most embarrassing, most humiliating, most dreadful day of your life?" She nodded her head 'yes' again and he smirked. Somehow she got the feeling that that question had nothing to do with what was in store for her.

"You must be pretty miserable then," Sasuke said casting her a look before he read from the clipboard, "Says here that you're the most miserable person in this town. Your dad makes you wash his car whenever he runs over a so-called animal?" He stopped for a moment, recalling what Hinata had said about dead animals. She nodded her head in defeat, her eyebrows knotted into a grimace. 'Probably reminiscing in scrubbing cat guts off the wheels,' he mused. Getting bored with the list he was reading, Sasuke threw it into the air where it popped out of existence.

Hinata stared wide-eyed at him as he spoke once more, "See this?" he asked, holding out the stick with the fan on top of it. She nodded quickly. "It isn't a wand. It's a stick with a fan on top of it. These flying devices you see on my back, aren't wings. Their propellers. I refuse to be referred to as a damn fairy so if you so much as call me one, I will make you even more miserable than you already are, understand?" he asked, leaning dangerously close to her shaking form. Hinata could only nod. Damn him for casting a spell on her that made it where she couldn't faint. Or talk.

"I was assigned to you to grant wishes. No, I'm not a genie. Genies are morons because they can only cast three wishes. I, on the other hand, can cast an unlimited amount of wishes. Unfortunately, I can't refuse anything you ask for, but there are restrictions. I would explain them, but that would be wasting my time and yours so I'll just embed the Book of Rules into your head," he said, pointing his stick with the fan on top it towards her head.

With a pop, an extremely large red and white book hovered over her head, on it, 'Book of Rules' in large white letters. Hinata stared above her head before closing her eyes in fear of the overweight megaton book squashing her head. The last thing she needed was to see the book colliding into her head after all that happened today. With a wave of the stick, the book magically popped out of existence.

"Now that that's out of the way, let's get your stupid wishing out of the way," he said, waving the wand in her direction once more, the zipper that adorned her mouth earlier, popping out of existence. Hinata's pale shaking hands immediately shot up to feel her mouth and she breathed a sigh of relief that it was gone. For a long time, she merely stared at him, her fainting spell never wearing thin, because right that instant, she desperately wanted to pass out.

"S-so, you grant any wish?" she asked, breaking the silence.

"Didn't I just say that?" he countered with a frown. Hinata flinched, albeit subtly, before her pale gaze fell to the overstuffed backpack that sat on the other side of her bed. He followed her gaze and smirked. "Aren't you going to see who it's for before you wish it away? It's probably yours anyway." She didn't move an inch from the corner, her knees still guarding her chest as Sasuke knelt down and opened the sack.

"There's rocks in here," he said, tossing her a confused look and before he could say anything else she spoke, clearly.

"I wish that backpack was destroyed." Sasuke smirked and with a wave of the stick with the fan on top of it, the backpack was rendered a pile of dust, rocks and all. Thus marked the beginning of a beautiful relationship.


A/N: This wasn't as funny as the first chapter, but don't worry. There's plenty of fun in the future. I got my first wish request! Keep them coming. Depending on how many I get, I'll probably include more wishes in more than one chapter at a time. Reviews are appreciated! :]