A/N Jeezum! This took me forever to type! I was influenced alot by the music I was listening to (cough fiddler on the roof cough)so bear with me. There is a bit of NaruHina in this, So bear with me SasuHina fans! That'll come soon enough. I really hope you like it, so please review! I'd like to thank everyone who commented, put me on story alert, and faved me! Thank you! I suppose that I'm dedicatingthios chapter to you, and my best friend. I won't be updating for a while because Alexa and I are going to the beach for a week! Happy Belated Fourth of July! Shizu-chan
Discalimer I do not own or possesor have anything to do with Naruto,or anything affiliated with it. And for good measure, I do not own or have anything to do with Fiddler on the Roof.
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The two teenagers gaped at each other in complete shock, each reflecting on their own versions of their previous encounter. They stood, one dripping, wearing only boxers and a towel around the neck, the other mouth wide, eyes as big as sauce pans, wearing pajamas, both wearing a blush of various shades.
Mid-blush, Hinata stopped herself, realizing that she looked quite effeminate. Calming herself down inwardly, she opened her mouth and prepared to speak.
"What the hell are you doing in my room?!" Too late, the boy in front of her spoke first; he still seemed to be in a bad mood, despite his shower. Hinata thought quietly to herself, and then understood that he had not believed her earlier, when she had told him (untruthfully) that she was in fact, a "guy," and therefore assumed that she was, indeed, a stalker. And with that understanding, came anger.
"I-I…s-should ask t-the s-same t-thing t-to y-you! W-what a-are y-y-you d-doing in my r-room?" Again, Hinata adopted her pseudo voice, and attempted to stare down the much larger, intimidating, rude boy. Frankly, it was not working. In this fight-or-flight scenario, Hinata was obviously losing with her chanced "fight" response. He just seemed to become angrier.
"You? A guy? Yeah, right!" he placed his hands on his hips, assuming a dominant pose.
"Yes r-right!" Hinata was the image of fury…well; at least that's how she wanted to look. "T-this is m-my room! H-hyuuga Hinata, a-at y-your service." She wrinkled her nose defiantly, "If y-you h-have a problem, t-take it t-to the D-dean!"
The boy was a bit shocked. Had this little nobody just yelled at him? He was Uchiha Sasuke, the great actor, after all! Girls adored him, boys were awed by his presence, men older than he showed him respect! How dare this boy shout to his face!
Even Hinata was surprised at her slight outburst. She had had a long, weary day, and wanted dearly to crawl under the blue and red covers on her twin bed. She looked to her roommate for a response, but he just stood still, looking at her with a mixed expression of thoughtful and angry.
"…Well, Hyuuga-san," He said with distaste, "I am Uchiha Sasuke." With that, he gave a grand, mocking bow, flinging his towel aside, leaving his torso exposed. He walked elegantly towards the queen bed, and pointed to hers with a flourish. "Good night, Hyuuga-san."
As much as she hated to admit to herself, now that he was shirtless, she wanted even more to draw him. Not because she particularly liked him, but because his skin was flawless, covering many rippling muscles, the perfect model. She resisted her annoying urges, and stalked over to her bed. As soon as her head hit the pillow, she fell asleep.
Thick beams of sunshine illuminated the small dorm, several resting lightly on our cross-dressing heroines' face. Blissfully unaware of the clashes and bangs her infamous roommate made while completing his morning routine. She did wake up though, as he slammed the door to their dorm.
Startled, she flew up from the bed, confused, only to fall flat on her face. After picking herself up, Hinata checked around the room for a clock, and found a small digital alarm clock on the dresser next to the Uchihas' bed. It was….8:54. Hinata picked her schedule out of her own dresser. Her first class, Intro. To Sketching and Painting, was at….9:00! It was all the way on the other side of campus!
Sprinting as fast as her legs could carry her, Hinata made her way across the whole campus in a bad mood. She passed many people, some professors, lazy students, and some girls from the school next door. All were strolling about in an idle manner, chatting and laughing. She would barely make it to class in time, but she would make it in time. First impressions after all, always left the deepest imprint.
Though Hinata was running fast, she could hear snatches of conversation.
Some were stupid, funny or ordinary, such as:
"The new Gundam seed is out!" several nerdy boys hovered around a magazine,
"Yea, my girlfriend is so high maintenance, the longer the order, the higher..." Two boys sitting on the edge of a fountain,
"I AM the muffin man!" Hinata did not even turn her head to see who said that.
Then a loud shout caught her attention. It was a woman, who seemed to be yelling at some boys, who were ignoring her angry cries.
"Hey, baby, what'cha doin' tonight?"
"You teach us, but we can teach you so much more…"
"Get away you foul cretins! Go to your classes!"
Hinata grimaced…but stopped running. She quietly walked over to the sound and saw three men surrounding a woman with long black hair and bright red eyes. The boys had cornered her against a tree, and were what seemed to be sexually harassing her.
"Aww, don't be like th-" The first boy was cut off as Hinatas fist connected soundly with his abdomen.
"Hey!" The two other boys watched as their friend fell to the ground gasping for the air he had lost. His friends advanced on Hinata, one reaching for her head, the other aiming for a kick. She ducked and leapt over the attempted kick, kneeing the boy in the groin. She faced off to the last boy by saying, "T-two d-down, one t-to g-go!"
He took one look at his fallen comrades, and high tailed it out of there. Hinata turned to look at the woman who was quite stunned. She bowed low in respect, for this woman was obviously a teacher, and took off again towards the classrooms.
"Wait!" the woman behind her shouted in vain, as Hinatas' sprinting had carried out of earshot.
A now disheveled sweaty Hinata stumbled through the classroom doors, she was, as she glanced at the classroom clock, 5 minutes late. Yet, as she looked around at the chatting boys, she saw no teacher. Thank God. She made her way through the crowded aisle towards an empty seat. She plopped down, and put her head on the cool desk, still panting.
"Are you okay?"
Startled she looked up towards the boy sitting next to her, and nearly gasped aloud. He was absolutely gorgeous. Perfectly tanned skin, accompanied by beautiful blonde hair, sloppy, but in an attractive way. He had somewhat jagged scars on each side of his face. Perfect button nose over tan and pink lips, which was turned at the mouth, smiling, revealing straight white teeth. But his beat features by far were his eyes. Deep cerulean blue. They shone with happiness, but underneath was a little bit of loneliness, and pain, these eyes understood and sympathized with both. Hinata wanted to stare into his eyes forever.
"…hey…HEY!" Hinata snapped to attention. "I asked if you were okay."
"O-oh! G-gomen, n-n-nasai! Y-yea, I'm f-fine. T-thanks f-for asking…" Hinata managed to push the words from her mouth without embarrassing herself
"A sorry and thanks in the same sentence? I don't usually get those a lot. Heh heh." The kind boy smiled even wider, revealing sharp incisors. "My name is Uzumaki Naruto! Yours is?"
"Ano.. H-Hyuuga Hinata."
"Hinata? Kind of a girly name, don't you think?"
"W-well it w-was t-the 32nd m-most p-popular b-boy n-name t-this y-year in J-Japan…"
"Oh yeah! I guess you're right!" Naruto sat gazing at her thoughtfully, making Hinata a bit nervous.
"Class! To your seats!" an angry looking woman stormed into the classroom, challenging all who questioned her authority. Hinata gasped again, this time aloud. The woman she had "rescued" was her teacher! Small world, no? The teacher introduced herself as kurenai-sensei, and began calling out names of students, taking attendance.
"Uzumaki…Naruto?"
"Here!"
"Hyuuga Hinata?"
"H-here…"
Kurenai looked up and made eye contact with her new pupil, eyes widened in recognition. She smiled slightly.
"Thank you." A simple thing to say, but filled with gratitude. She continued on calling names.
The lesson that day was on basic sketching and shadowing, so she paired the class up into partners of two, so they could draw and critique each other. Uzumaki turned to Hinata. "Wanna be my partner?"
"S-sure!"
"Lets go, I want the seat in the back."
He grabbed her hand, unaware of the glowing shades of red that colored her face, and dragged her over to a corner in the very back of the room.
"Let's go!" He enthusiastically grabbed two pencils and sketchpads, handing one of each to his shy partner.
"So Hyuuga…Where are you from?" He immediately began sketching her animatedly. She immediately touched her lips, her thinking pose.
"I'm f-from O-Osaka…"
"Osaka? That's kind of far. What brought you all the way to Tokyo?"
"Art is m-my p-passion…If i-I w-want t-to b-be the best, I h-have t-to g-go t-to t-the b-best place. I've always l-loved s-sketching, I-I d-do it o-often…."
"Sketching? I'm more of a painter myself. My favorite style is impressionism. It's amazing how an artist can take mixed up random jumbled colors, put them on an easel, and make an beautiful picture, despite the mess. And no matter how jumbled and messy the colors are up close, if you step back, you'll see how everything goes together. I hope someday I'll be able to see the big picture of my life…"
Hinata was a bit stunned. Despite his hyperactive exterior, he seemed like a thoughtful person. Her heart pounded and flipped in her chest. She then realized he was probably waiting for response.
"I never thought of it that way, Uzumaki-san. You're really a deep thinker aren't you?"
"Not really…well, sometimes… Uzumaki-san? I haven't ever heard that one ha-ha! Just call me Naruto-kun, okay?"
Hinata looked at him for a moment, and looked back down at her hands. "Done!" Naruto held up a finished sketch of Hinata-the-boy, but he had somehow managed to bring into it her feminine side.
"You know, Hyuuga-san, you have a pretty girlish face. It's a shame you're a guy"
Hinata blushed crimson.
"T-Thanks…I g-guess… j-just c-call me H-Hinata-kun. I-it's y-your turn n-now, Naruto-kun." She like how his name felt on her lips, warm and kind. She immediately took to drawing him, making sure to capture all of his good qualities. 5 minutes of silence, and Hinata was almost done with the exception of a few details and his….whisker like scars. She looked up, catching him staring at her intently. A bit nervous, but quite curious she gathered up her courage to ask,
"N-Naruto-kun, if…if it's n-not t-to p-personal…m-may I ask y-you s-something?"
He continued looking at her, a bit sad. "About my, 'whiskers'?"
She nodded, and continued sketching.
" I'll tell you, sure. My parents died right after I was born, and I continuously jumped from foster home to foster home, always getting into trouble. As I continued being isolated, I became lonely and acted up. The more I acted up, the more isolated I became. When I was seven, I was placed in a foster home with a two other kids. The woman taking care of us did a less than satisfactory job. She always hated me, and wanted me gone. Once, when she came home drunk, she sent the other two children to tier room, and beat me nearly senseless. She took a piece of broken glass, and cut my face three times on each side. A social worker came and got me and the other children, taking me into her home for a few weeks. I was finally adopted by my new dad, Jiraiya." He smiled gently, and leaned back into his chair.
Hinata was on the verge of tears, she wanted dearly to hug her newly found friend, but resisted the urge and kept drawing.
"I'm s-s-sorry Naruto-kun."
He noticed that her eyes were glistening and poked her forehead. "Hey, don't worry about it! Men don't cry, you know. I've got a cool…well, weird dad, and some good friends. Life is good. So what's your story Hinata-kun?"
Hinata blushed lightly, and thought about her life. "T-there isn't m-much t-to s-say. I w-was orphaned at t-three, and l-lived m-my w-whole l-life in an orphanage…"
Naruto turned his head to the side. "Well then, it looks like we're in the same boat then, huh?" He laughed and lightened the mood.
Hinata smiled, "Yes…I g-guess w-we are…"
The day had been long, Hinata had been running (literally) from one class to the next, but she was genuinely happy, for two reasons. One was that she was finally getting close to her dream, she had made it into the best school and it was all she had dreamed it would be…and more! And the second reason being, Naruto had invited her to meet him and a few friends at the Ichiraku bar right on the outskirts of Tokyo. She really like Naruto, he was so nice, and caring.
She was ecstatic, and had to remind herself often that she was supposed to be a guy, so she couldn't rush around getting ready to just hang out. It wasn't a date. But even so, she had a right to be excited, maybe she would gain some good friends from this experience, and she'd never had any real friends before.
An hour before she had to meet Naruto and his friends, she decided to take a real tour of the campus. So many people were doing so many different things like drawing, painting, sculpting, dancing, making music, and acting. In fact, she could hear a spectacular voice coming from the drama department stage.
She walked into the theatre, and sat down near the back, listening to the rise and fall of singing voices. There were many people on stage, and surprisingly, a few girls, most likely from the famous Women's thespian college that was in Tokyo. They probably brought the women in so that, unlike traditional Japanese plays, there wouldn't be all men.
Whatever, as long as they were good, Hinata didn't care where they had come from. She recognized the music from the Fiddler on The Roof, one of her favorite musicals. Her high school had put it on once, she had been captivated by it, and she knew every song by heart.
"...A fiddler on the roof… sounds crazy, no? But in our little village of Anatevka, you might say every one of us is a fiddler on the roof, trying scratch out a pleasant simple tune, without breaking his neck…"
Hinatas' eyes flew open. She recognized that voice!
"…Tradition! Tradition! Tradition!..."
There on stage, talking, dancing and signing…
"Who day and night must scramble for a living, feed his wife and children, say his daily prayers…?"
The main male lead for Fiddler on the Roof, was Sasuke! Her roommate! He moved about the stage with perfectly timed grace and poise. He was so different from his former bitter self, he was in his element. And he looked so natural, he became, through and through Teveye.
She listened as he flew through Teveyes' songs, thoroughly enjoying herself. What a lovely way to pass the time…Time! She was going to be late for the second time toady! She sprung from our chair, and ran out the door. Hopefully this wouldn't become a habit!
"Hey it's Hyuuga!" Naruto's slightly obnoxious voice rose above the clatter of the street and drew in Hinata. He was sitting in a booth with several other good-looking men. She trotted over hesitantly, but was pulled into the shop quickly by Naruto.
"Kiba, Shino, Lee, Shikamaru, Chouji, meet Hyuuga Hinata, my drawing buddy! Hinata-kun, meet my gang."
"Hinata bowed and made sure her voice sounded low. "K-konnichiwa!"
The man named Kiba had his dog with him, and both said hello, (Akamaru barked it) in low, rough voices.
The man named Shino looked at her, it was hard to tell because he had sunglasses on, and said " Good afternoon."
A man with green spandex leapt up to shake her hand rapidly. And the two others, one sleeping and one stuffing his face, didn't bother to respond.
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With Naruto and Kiba keeping her constantly busy with conversation, she didn't notice the arrival of another of Naruto's friends.
"Sasuke!" Hinata jumped in her seat as Naruto addressed his friend. "How's it going teme? Why are you late?" Naruto half shouted attracting attention.
"Shut it dobe, I just finished play practice. I'm hungry. Did any of you order food for me?" He looked around for the food he craved.
"Yup Sasuke-teme, I ordered you some, but I ate it, and ordered you another. Here." Naruto pushed the chicken ramen towards his friend, and Sasuke sat right down next to Hinata, their hips touching. As if by seeing this triggered some memory in Naruto's brain he asked Sasuke, "Hey, Sasuke, have you met Hinata-kun yet?"
Sasuke stopped his slurping and looked up, realizing that Naruto was talking about his roommate, who was sitting next to him. He had a noodle sticking out of the corner of his mouth, and looked ridiculous, earning a tinkling laugh from Hinata.
The same thought seemed to run through almost every guy's head that moment, "To bad he's a guy…"
Sasuke slurped up the noodle and went back to eating his chicken ramen between bite he chose to respond. "Yeah, of course I know him you idiot. He's my room mate."
Naruto's mouth fell open. "You got Hinata as a roommate? Lucky! I got Shino the creepy pianist! This morning I walked into our room and caught him humming to Bach! It was so creepy!" Shino swiveled his head to look at Naruto.
"Should I tell them what happened this morning after you ate some chocolate?" Naruto shivered in fear and squeaked out,
"You wouldn't"
"I would."
Naruto turned back to Hinata scared, "Um, anyway, Hinata, Sasuke, can we hang out at your dorm tonight? I'll bring Sakura and a few others!"
"No."
"S-sure."
Hinata and Sasuke turned to look at each other. They stared at each other for a moment, and just when Hinata was going to admit defeat in this staring contest,
"Fine, now leave me be!" Sasuke continued eating his dinner while Naruto whipped out an orange cell phone to call some people, and then began talking heartily to Hinata.
"Tonight you're going to have a blast!"