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Recap: Sasuke and Hinata have just settled into their new classroom, when Naruto pops by... He has forgotten Hinata's name and mistakes her for a new student!


Sasuke

Naruto had no clue. I wanted to smack the idiot across the back of his head. Instead I grabbed Hinata's hand and dragged her out of the classroom after me.

"Sasuke!" gasped Hinata.

I glanced back at her and saw that she was half trotting to keep up with me. I slowed, and released her hand reluctantly. Her hand was so small and warm. We walked into the school courtyard. I paused when we stood under a giant maple tree. I leant against the rough bark and tilted my head up to focus on the sky. It looked like rain.

"Thank you, Sasuke."

I frowned and glanced at her. Hinata was watching the sky, twisting her fingers shyly.

"Why are you thanking me?" my voice sounded gruff. I cleared my throat.

A small smile touched her lips. "Because, you were thinking of me." She paused. "I didn't know what to do. I felt hurt." She clasped her hands together.

I nodded. "That's what happens when you like someone."

"Have you liked anyone before?"

The clouds were darker in the horizon, a touch of purple.

"No." I watched the sky darken. "But I know what it feels like to be forgotten."

I saw her head turn to look at me. I looked at her. "Are you okay to go back?"

She smiled at me and it touched me. I felt so raw and exposed, but there was comfort in speaking with Hinata.


Hinata

It felt so strange walking back to class with someone. I didn't know what to make of it. It felt like Sasuke and I were friends. When we arrived at our classroom, I took a deep breath, wonder how I could hide from everyone's eyes. Sasuke took my elbow and pulled me back, then slid the door open. I heard the murmuring and my cheeks warmed.

Sasuke glanced back at me, his eyes reassuring. "Thanks for showing me around."

I followed Sasuke back to our seats, feeling a little bit puzzled.

The bell for next period rang, and I found myself being pulled along by Sasuke.


"The next time you brats are late, I'll personally skin you and turn you into a puppet," growled Sasori sensei. The carving tool he held in his right hand glinted dangerously.

"True art lasts forever, therefore it requires the same amount of time and effort. Your art project this term will be a portrait. You will capture your partner's image and thus preserve them at that moment in time." He gestured at the supplies laid out. "You will decide on the size of the frame and what materials to use depending on your interpretation and perception of that person. You will have until the second last week of school to finish your artworks. It will be worth 65% of your grade."

As soon as Sasori sensei settled behind his desk, and resumed his caring, the class erupted into chaos. Every student was scrambling to get a partner. I wondered what I should do.

"What's your hobby?"

"What?" I turned and saw Sasuke slide into the seat across from me. He pointed at Sasori sensei with a pencil. "I don't want him to stick that carving blade in me."

I bit my lip to hide my smile. "That would be painful." I agreed. "Are you going to be my partner?"

He tilted his head, considering my question. "Yes, since you asked so nicely."

I laughed and shook my head. "Why do you want to know my hobby?"

He skillfully flipped the pencil across his knuckles. "I believe in getting to know my subject matter."

"Are you okay with me being your 'subject matter'?"

The pencil stopped its dance across his knuckles. He looked at me, eyes narrowed and slightly angry. "If I wasn't, why would I approach you?"

I ducked my head, and yelped when something kicked my leg. "Did you just kick me?" I asked in disbelief. I had never been kicked before, on purpose.

He smirked. "Want me to kick you again?"

"No," I tucked my legs beneath my chair, just incase.

"I will if you don't answer me. Your hobby."

I shifted in my seat. "I like pressing flowers. What about you?"

"I don't have any," he replied and opened his art book.

"What do you mean, you don't have any hobbies? What do you do in your free time?"

He shrugged. "What's your favourite colour?"

I narrowed my eyes. "Tell me yours first."

Sasuke looked up and his dark hair fell into his eyes. "Crimson." They locked on me for a moment longer and I realized that I had held my breath. "Th-that's pretty specific for a guy. Most guys don't even know that's a colour."

"Hn. That's pretty sexist of you to say, don't you think?"

I opened my art book and started to jot down his responses. "Maybe, but it's the truth. Plus, I said most – not all."

"True."

Rain splattered the windows, and the whole class turned to look outside. I watched a drop of rain trace a path down the glass. Another drop mingled with it and they disappeared off the window. Gone.

"What's wrong?" Sasuke's voice was low.

I blinked and looked at him. He was the only one watching me.

"You look sad," he replied.

I forced a smile. "Did I? I was just thinking that I forgot to bring my umbrella with me."

It didn't look as if Sasuke bought my excuse, but he didn't press me for info. "Well, then it's a good thing I did."


Author's Note:
Hehehe.. that was fun to write.. I liked writing that interaction between Sasuke and Hinata.. let me know if you think it's too OOC for them.