Ow, my head hurts, my throat's sore and I'm sure you don't want to hear me complain. Please review, it makes me happy! So, here's the next chapter, hope you enjoy.

DISCLAIMER: The last time I checked, I was not a Japanese mangaku, so I apologize to all of you who thought I owned Naruto.

Hinata raised her hand to knock. Then lowered it. She raised it again. And lowered it again. This went on for about ten minutes as Hinata deliberated with herself on how best it would be to make her entrance, so far she'd gotten this far: knock.

Unfortunately, that was a lot harder than it sounded.

So there Hinata stood, trying to knock on the door to the huge (and intimidating) Uchiha manor.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Hinata's eyes went wide as a scowling Sasuke stared at her. "What?" he asked harshly.

Hinata squeaked and stuttered incoherent words, trying to remember why she'd come. Sasuke seemed positively livid.

His face softened and he opened the door. "Sorry," he muttered letting her in. Yes, the Great Uchiha had apologized. This was a once-in-a-lifetime moment worthy of documentary, which may or may not be why I am writing this entire story down.

Hinata scurried in, her head too flustered to understand what she was doing. They stood there for a long time, completely silent.

"Well?" Sasuke asked. "Why're you here?"

"A-ano," she mumbled. "W-well, Iruka-sen-sensei sa-said that I-I sh-should bring y-you the wo-work you missed." She handed it to him.

"…thanks." It was the second time Uchiha Sasuke had thanked Hinata. This, as well, is noteworthy, as it was—at the time—a record for how many times he'd thanked the same person.

She nodded to him. Then her stomach growled loudly. Sasuke watched her with curiosity as her face heated up, eventually becoming as red as a tomato.

"…you hungry?"

"I-I gu-guess so. D-demo! Yo-you don't h-have to g-get me anything. I-I c-can go home."

He looked at her then walked off, Hinata, not knowing what to do, followed him until she saw he had led her to the kitchen. He made a rice ball using a rice ball machine he had and gave it to her. "Eat." He said. And so, Hinata ate.

They sat down at a small table in the room and Sasuke rubbed his head. "This is so illogical."

"P-pardon?" Hinata asked after swallowing her bite.

"This," he motioned around them. "Me, letting a girl into my house, fixing her food…it just doesn't happen. It's not factual."

"F-factual?" Hinata asked.

"Yeah, the facts don't add up."

Hinata thought about it for a second. "W-well, I-I th-think f-facts are pr-pretty stu-stupid," she mumbled quietly.

Sasuke stared—or glared—at her for a long time. "What?"

"W-well, s-so called f-facts c-can be pro-proven wrong, r-right?" Hinata asked. "I-I m-mean, it w-was a f-fact th-that I w-was go-going to be a b-boy, and I-I'm not."

Sasuke was silent for a long time and Hinata quietly finished her rice ball. "E-excuse m-me," she said bowing and about to leave.

Sasuke grabbed her arm as she turned to leave. "Do you really believe facts can be wrong?"

"Of course," she replied, then left the house.