Disclaimer: Do not own Naruto.

A/N: Yeaaaaaah. Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Yeah.

"Here," Tenten flipped the skateboard over facedown. "Now put your left foot up."

I put my left foot up.

"Now put your right foot up."

I put my right foot up.

"Now push off with one foot and try not to become road kill," said Tenten.

I looked back and stared at her. Hard. "What kind of teaching is that?" I asked. "Try not to become road kill," I mimicked.

"Listen, Hinata. You want to be like a guy, right? And what do guys like to do?" she said wisely.

"Burp and fart?" I replied.

"Yes, but skateboarding is a manly activity too, no? Your facial features are so girly Hinata, the best others can take you as is an androgynous male."

"Fine…" There was no winning in an argument against her. She should really go join a debate team. Or Politics. I took my right foot and pushed off on it slowly. Skateboarding isn't as easy as they make it look like. It's so much higher off the ground than it seems…

The skateboard began moving forward a little, and Tenten yelled behind me to push harder. So I did. Good thing the skate park was massive; otherwise I'd be running into things left and right. It was also genius of Tenten to drag me at five in the morning here; there was barely anyone, especially not any guys around.

Guys that know how to skate. And are big. And aren't female.

"Okay, now put your right foot back up on the skateboard," she yelled from some feet away.

I gave the ground one more push, a little too hard, I reckon. I placed my right foot on top of the black skateboard and felt myself go.

A little too fast.

Panic began to surge through me, and I tried to stop the skateboard with my feet, but somehow ended up rolling backwards. I landed on my butt and managed to scrape my whole leg in the process. The skateboard rolled away from me and I tried to magically make it come back with hand, to no avail.

With an obviously future bruised butt, I pushed myself off the floor to stand. I started to limp towards where the skateboard flew off to, when it reeled back to me.

Wait.

A skateboard doesn't move on its own. I lifted my head up. Three guys. One was blue-eyed, blond, and the other looked like Kiba from the diner. No wait, it was him.

The third guy stood with his hands in the front pockets of his black skinny jeans. He had black hair, and black eyes.

Not dark brown, or dark dark brown even, but black. Black like the night, to the point where no light seemed to pass through.

I could only gape like an idiot at them. They looked like the type of guys who could beat people up, and then would. Kiba let out a grin when he saw my face. Obviously, he must have remembered us. It'd be quite difficult to forget a stranger who poured cold water all over you.

I gulped. Where was Tenten? Even if she was here, I don't think she'd be enough to handle three whole guys on her own. When it came to anything involving fists or blood, consider me invalid.

"Look at what we have here. Remember me? Kiba?" He smiled wickedly.

The black-haired boy stared at me. He looked me up and down, from my hair covered face to the gash on my leg, where his eyes stayed. Blood was dripping down the side of my foot, and little pebbles seemed to have indented their way inside my flesh. It was disgusting, I tore my eyes away.

"Ah… I apologize for any hindrance I may have caused," I said softly. Mostly due to the fact that my throat would not cooperate with me. I bowed my head once, picked up the skateboard and prepared to limp back to Tenten.

"Are you alright? Did you hurt yourself?" she yelled as she ran towards me.

She stopped in her tracks when she saw them.

"Let's just go, Tenten."

I walked off, not caring whether she was following after me or not. The way he looked at me. There was something off about it, and frankly, it scared me.

I turned my head back, but Tenten was nowhere in sight. To be honest, I had no idea where I was either way. A painful spasm brought my attention back to my wound. Apparently I was too caught up in my own daydreaming to not notice where I was heading off to.

"Gah…" I sat down on the curb of the sidewalk and examined my injury. It would take weeks to heal, and then some more to scab over. Besides that, how could I find a way home?

I pulled at my hair angrily. School started the next day, and already this came to be. It was ill-fortune, it was an omen, no - it was a bored God with nothing to do today. I exhaled deeply.

I heard the rev of an engine running beside me, which made me look up.

Black sneakers. Black pants. White collar shirt. A sleek black Harley's motorcycle. Do I dare look? Yes, I must.

It was him. I winced in response.

He handed me a helmet. I looked at him, confused. He didn't budge. Tentatively, I took the helmet from his hand and held it.

"Get on. I don't have all day," he started up his engine again.

I quickly put the helmet on, fumbled with the straps and hopped on the seat behind him. It hit me. I'd have to hold on to him. No. I felt the space behind me, and gripped on to the sides instead. Only an idiot would do something stupid like that.

But there was no way I would hold onto him.

He looked back at me, and sneered at where my hands were at. "Where do you live?"

I gave him the directions, four blocks away from my house, just in case.

He slapped his own helmet on recklessly, not even bothering to make sure it fitted correctly. The engine revved once more, and off the motorcycle went.

The wind was cold. I could feel it from my neck down to my fingertips. Truth be told, I didn't even know how to ride a bike. Nor have I ever been on one. I could feel the blood drain from my face as he started going faster. We passed by a couple of cars, but other than that, the road was pretty clear.

Which was still no excuse.

It was perhaps the second scariest ride I've ever been on, Kingda Ka taking the lead, from when Father allowed us to visit the States. I'm sure being on said roller coaster posed less of a danger than riding on this motorcycle.

It was when he passed 110mph that I unconsciously wrapped my arms around his waist. Petrifying, but the rush was amazing, almost worth the danger. I bit my lips until I drew blood when the speedometer read 150mph, and had to force my eyes to keep open.

I couldn't even drive my car without images of me ramming into someone else or vice versa, even at slow speeds (to the point where drivers would get annoyed and honk and say mean things).

It surprised me that I was still holding up.

Though the road started to blur, he drove with the precision and control that a professional motorcycle racer would have envied. As he headed off the highway, he slowed down.

It wasn't until a few more turns when we reached my destination. He braked, and put his feet on the floor to keep the motorcycle from tilting over.

By then, I was trembling. He placed his hands over where mine were, and gently pried them off his waist. Embarrassed, I blushed and dropped my head. I crossed my leg over and stepped off his Harley.

I turned around to thank him, when his fist grabbed the front of my shirt and he pulled me to his face.

"For future reference, I never want to see your face again," he whispered harshly.

I stopped breathing, and looked up at him. Those eyes, glaring at me. They bore into mine endlessly, like a black abyss. I was pretty sure right then that if he had told me to jump off a bridge, I would have done it, no questions asked.

With that, he let go of his clutch on me forcefully, making me stagger back a few steps. He put his helmet back on, and sped away.

I stood there. And then finally remembered to breathe.

I pressed my hand against my chest.

Fear.

A/N: So I haven't updated in about a year. And then I finally realized that I shouldn't be thinking about it so much, and just write. Which was probably why I never got anywhere.

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