Oh my JEBUUSSSS. ;A; /sob.

I'm alive everyone, but barely. D': Some complications have kept me from giving you your Sasuke Hina lovin'.

So without further aduo...chapter 7.

Chapter 7

Make me beautiful.

"Miss Hyuuga...Miss Hyuuga!" the impatiant teached yelled in the sleeping girls ear. Jumping, she looked around to find some classmates snickering at her drowznyness.

Sakura whispered something to a girl with a smirk, making her giggle in return.

"Will you please do the problem on the bord?" the teacher that went by said in a sour tone, crossing her arms. She was middle aged.

Hinata sighed, rubbing her eyes. And just when her bad dreams started to die down.

Getting up, she makes her way to the chalky dark green surface that had aldrba scribbled all over. She picked up the little white piece of a stick and looked at the chalkboard.

The tired girl started at a slow pace. Then she gradualy picked up speed, scribbling across the in one fluient motion. She dropped the chalk stick, whipping off her hands and plopping back down in her seat, resting her weary head on her arms with a sigh.

The whole class's jaws were dropped, even the teacher. Everyone stared at the neat written math problem. She had written at least 38 problems more then she had to.

"T-thank you Miss Hyuuga." the now sheepish teacher nodded.

"Hinata. Hey, Hinata, over here!" a girl with long flowing bright red hair and glasses waved. Karin. Some other girls were not to far behind her, swaying their hips.

Hinata blinked the sleepyness out of her eyes, rubbing again. They sure were energetic.

But why would they want to talk to her?

Finally catching up, the were smiling at her deviously. Odd.

"Sooo..." the spectical girl smirked, nudging her shoulder. Hinata raised an eyebrow in question, very confused.

"W-what...?"

The once smiling red head gave her a look.

"Don't play dumb. Your going to the dance with Uzumaki Naruto, right?" Karin prodded, staring at her now hot face.

"I-I...um..."

Then there was a large amount of squealing, and she was suddenly being twirled and hugged by the group of girls. She was now one of them. Accepted.

"So now that you and Uzumaki are a pair, does that mean I have a shot at Sasuke?" Karin asked hopefully with a sly smirk.

Jealousy welded up inside her faster then she could blink. What was wrong with her? She was use to this...but then why did it still hurt so much?

"U-um...yeah. Y-yeah, I think you could." she squeaked out, forcing out a small laugh at the end. She had the urge to go and find the Uchiha himself and run into his arms, clinging for dear life.

The said tanned girl let out another high pitched squeal, making her cringe slightly. It was such an unhumanly sound.

"No, Sasuke is mine." a bleach blond snarled with venom.

"WHAT? He's mine, you skank!" another girl screeched loudly with pure hate and furry.

Hinata started to back up slowly from the scene of girls fighting over the handsome Uchiha.

Turning around, she bumped into Tenten and Ino, both seniors.

Hinata had known Tenten a while back since she had always liked her cousin Neji very, very much. She had always used the excuse that they were 'friends' so she could get closer to the male Hyuuga, along with his attiontion.

But it really hadn't ever worked.

Once, she'd herd her say how hanging out with her 'cramped her style', how it brang her popularity down. So she always avoided the girl for both their sakes.

Only if it was nessercry.

And Ino. Another fangirl of the one and only Sasuke. Once being teased by her by so many others, she was now standing in front of her with a smile that said they were tight b.f.f's now.

Without warning, she was roughly snatched by the arms, being dragged away to god knows where.

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After much protest they had arrived to a large building with many stores of sorts attachted. A mall, she realized faintly.

She saw a colorful ball pit and had the erge to jump in with the squeeling little kids with ear to ear smiles. Passing it, they entered a bright area with many clothes, along with sales lady the randomly sprayed overly sweet perfume on her, making her sneeze violently.

Before she knew it the Hyuuga was being shoved into a dressing room with 5 mirrors and a buzzing light that blinded her.

Dresses of all sorts came cascading down on her making the girl shield herself defensively.

"Try those on and see how they look." Tenten giggled from a distance with the faint sound of clanking medle hangers. She was obviously looking for more dresses.

"U-um..." Hinata sqeaked out, hesitenly grabing the silky smooth materials.

Picking up the first one, red, she started to slip off her uniform.

"D-don't you guys...d-dislike me? ...S-sakura defiantly doesn't like me... " Hinata stated timidly.

They both laughed like it was rehearsed.

"Pah-lease," Ino said out in two stretched out syllabus. "We don't hang out with the stupid bitch anymo-"

Ino was cut off by a loud booming voice that sounded enraged. Hinata feared it was Sakura herself, tensing with fear.

"What dah yah mean I'm not allowed back here? Is it because I'm not a snoty rich person, huh?"

Wait. She recognized that voice. Was that...?

"Temari...?" She called softly in response.

She herd some quick moving foot steps and the employ shouting from far away.

Before she could react at all the dirty blonde girl with emerald green eyes was crawling under her changing room door, making her squeak out in embarrassment and back up into one of the three mirrors.

"Hey Hinata, long time no see!" She greeted with a friendly grin, inching closer to the topless girl.

Ino and Tenten could be herd outside, obviously infuriated of her presence.

"Damn, its like they're always p.." She huffed. Turning her eyes back to the girl, she smiled genially, not her usual pervy self.

"So your dress shopping?" Temari stated calmly with a hint of amusement.

Hinata nodded sheepishly. Temari's smile widdened.

"Then let me help you."

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The two girls who originally ambushed Hinata were pissed to say the least.

Dances, dresses, and makeup were their thing. And for some poor, dirty, weird looking girl to snatch their new friend. It was unthinkable.

At least they had makeup to look forward to. Makeovers were their specialty, and Hinata could really use one in their opinion. Temari had gone through many, many dresses with them, dismissing the ones that were to reveling but also too unreviling.

She really was a true friend.

Hinata just hoped that Sasuke liked it or at least noticed it. Lately he'd been ignoring her.

Wait.

Hold the phone. Did she just say Sasuke? Hinata could feel her heart clenching tightly, picking up speed. She wasn't going with him. Hinata was going with Naruto. The boy she liked. A lot.

The Hyuuga still liked Naruto. Really, she did.

Feeling a migraine splitting her head, she gripped it softly with a hushed groan.

"Hinata!" Ino screamed loudly in the dizzy girl's ear, making her jump harshly. What was it with human's and shouting?

"Uh y-yes." She spoke softly with a plastered smile. All of her smiles seemed to be fake or forced lately.

When was the last time she had seen the Uchiha that invaded her mind so much?

"Turn around so I can do your makeup correctly! Geez."

The flustered girl turned around, getting her hand snapped away in the process.

"Well first of all, your skin completion is WAY to pale," she began he exmamination "and your eyes need more shadow, maybe some dark purples or pinks. Here..."

Ino grabbed a bottle of a dark tan concealer, dumping a large amount into her palm as it blended into her own hand making Hinata stare on in horror. She didn't want to look like Barbie by the end of this.

Right on cue, Reika the kind maid walked in the living room.

"I actually think I'll take it from here, sweetheart." She smiled sweetly with a look that made her drop the concealer on the $5,800 Victorian carpet and back away slowly.

Ino looked around nervously for an excuse and bolted like a dog being threatened to take a bath. Tenten wasn't too far behind.

Hinata gave her a thankful look, sighing.

"So are you going with Sasuke?" Reika asked with a genuine smile that didn't make her want to piss her pants.

She could feel her eyes dilating and face burning in embarrassment once again. Why in gods name did everyone keep asking her that?

"N-n-no." Hinata squeaked out shaking her head quickly, shyly looking away.

Reika frowned, giving her a questioning look but didn't push any further.

It was only a week till the Winter Formal. She'd been marking off the days on her calender everyday. For some odd reason, she had been hanging out more and more with her new 'friends' and less of her old ones.

Hinata's real friends

And even though Sasuke lived in this house, it felt more like a hotel. She never saw him anymore now that Naruto was constantly around her.

The Hyuuga started to space out and think more about the absent Uchiha as the brush lightly smoothed across her closed eyelid.

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Sasuke harshly grabbed the flirting girls shoulder, kissing her roughly with a growl. He could hear the girl moan and push her body against his, grinding.

The Uchiha broke the kiss for more whiskey, slamming it as the booming sound of techno rave music echoed in the dance club.

He pulled her by the wrist, shoving the smirking girl on a sofa in a small secluded room.

Others were already going at it.

Sasuke pulled his shirt off, breathing heavily due to the lust and intoxicated state. His vision was starting to blur.

They resumed kissing as he ran a long hand on her thigh. The girl automatically spread her legs, making sounds of delight.

She began to wrap her long slender legs around his trim waist, shoving her hips forward as he leaned down further, lightly kissing down her body.

His heart tightened painfully. This didn't feel right. He felt dirty.

"...Make me forget. Take it away. I hate it...it hurts. It hurts."

That was the last thing he thought before he engaged in intercourse with the girl he just met.

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Hinata sent all the maids away.

Today was Sasuke's birthday. It was in Christmas.

And she'd be damned if some maid was going to help her like always. Hinata and her mother always cooked. The kitchen was not something new and foreign to her.

She began taking out a whisk, bowl, cake pan, and the ingredients for a dark chocolate cake.

Hinata threw the old dusty cook book aside, not needing it. She knew the recipe by heart;

3/4 c. shortening

1 1/2 c. sugar

2 eggs

1/2 c. milk

2 c. flour

1/2 c. cocoa (6 tbsp.)

2 tsp. baking soda

1 tsp. salt

1 tsp. vanilla

Her mother added a smidge of milk and hot coco to make it just right.

Somehow, she had managed to cut her hand in many places, having to dump out many batches into the garbage due to blood mingling in the cake batch.

Her small pale hands were bandaged. And the sad thing was there wasn't a lot of chopping involved.

She huffed with balled hands on her hips and a dirty smudged frilly pink apron, looking down at the layered cake with strawberries and 19 candles on it.

The oven let out a small ding, indicating the bloody steak was done cooking. She placed the dark brownish stake on a plate along with vegetables she found in the garden, neatly cut, cooked and sauteed.

That, however, DID involve chopping.

Thus giving her deeper gashes from the cake, and sadly new scares. But it had been worth it.

The long wooden oak table was set. The cake was in the middle, candles lit. Both the meals were set across from each other.

Decorations and banners that said 'Happy 19th Birthday Sasuke!' were hung everywhere.

Hinata sat in her seat patiently as her heart thumped loudly with every passing second.

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Sasuke closed the door silently behind him, just now coming back from the dance club. The alcohol was starting to wear off. It was 11:55, nearly midnight. He almost stayed in a hotel, too tired to make it home.

But he had the urge to check in on her. To see her.

The boy started up the winding stairs. But something stopped him. The scent of food and burning wax caught his attention.

He walked through the large kitchen, curiously looking for the indication of these smells.

Sasuke's heart stopped when he saw a sleeping Hinata. Her head rested against her folded arms that sat against the hard table; the lights were off. A spread of food was laid out. The candles to the slumping cake were burning out, the wax melting and forming into the sweet dessert.

He'd forgotten it was his birthday. No one bothered to celebrate his birth, so he followed suit.

Guilt hammered in his conciseness. Had she done all this for him?

His ebony eyes fell on her pale, peaceful face. Her thick lashed eyes stayed closed, lips parted slightly as she breathed lightly.

He hesitantly reached out to her.

"...Sasuke."

Sasuke jumped, thinking he was caught. But she just kept on breathing softly, sleeping.

His heart was now doing jumping jacks. The boy lightly touched her shoulder, succeeding this time.

She leaned into the touch, muttering out softly;

"...Sasuke...love..."

The boy's eyes widened in shock. He leaned in unconsciously, entranced by her words.

But before he could catch anymore, her soft glassy lavender eyes fluttered open unexpectedly.

Hinata's eyes widened as she quickly blinked away the sleep, hoping this wasn't a dream. Sasuke reflexively pulled away from her. Giving her eyes a few more rubs to confirm she wasn't seeing things for her own euphoria state, she opened her mouth to say something.

Anything.

But she didn't. The words hung in throat as it closed off with a dry mouth to match.

It had been so long.

She tried again. But nothing came out. It felt like if she spoke, he would disappear again. Maybe even forever.

Hinata just stared in terrified awe. He stared back.

Sasuke was the first to speak, softly clearing his throat.

"Thank you, Hinata." came out in a raspy whisper.

His voice made her jump. She forgot how addicting it sounded.

The girl missed it. She missed him. Panicking, she quickly searched for the present the girl had secretly been working on for months.

Hinata had herd about his parents untimely death. So she wanted to make this gift special for him.

It was sitting in a dark corner, slumping by itself. She picked it up, unaware that her hands were shaking violently.

Sasuke was seated, his somewhat large pale hands folded.

He dipped his long white finger in the chocolate cake, despite the fact that he hated sweets. He could make an exception just for tonight.

The boys eyebrows raised in surprise at how delicious it tasted. At the end of each bite he tasted blood.

Oh. That's why.

His eyes landed on the fumbling girl.

Her hands. They were covered in bandages and band-aids .

He frowned. Before he could get a word in, a large box with wrapping of light blue with white dots was shoved in his face.

"H-H-Happy B-Birthday!" the bowing girl squeaked out in a fast slur.

Sasuke looked at the girl, then at the box.

Blinking, he took it.

Never had he gotten a present on his birthday. Only from his parents.

Maybe the occasional fan girl, but they were all chocolate, flowers, or teddy bears.

As he unwrapped it, he found himself staring at a long but small rectangular portrait.

But it wasn't just any portrait he was staring at.

It was his mother. It looked just like his mother, as if she were staring back at him with her heart warming smile- still alive and breathing.

He dropped the painting, the sound echoing nosily.

Hinata quickly caught it, giving Sasuke a questioning look. She couldn't see his expression, it was shadowed for he was looking down, mouth tight.

Fear and rejection welded up in her.

Did he hate it? Did he hate her? She hadn't considered that it might have a negative, harmful effect. That was the last thing she wanted.

Hinata's grip on the painting tightened as her hands began to tremble harder.

She let out a shaky laugh, whispering out a small 'sorry'.

The girl made her way to the garbage, trying to ease Sasuke from his discomfort.

Before Hinata could drop the portrait in the garbage, his hand was around her wrist in an instant, the other on her hips to bring her closer to him.

He was hugging her.

...Did that mean he liked it?

Hinata sneaked a glance at Sasuke from under her thick eyelashes to see him smiling sincerely.

And it wasn't just a smile. It was something that made her heart and soul sing in pure rhapsody.

Sasuke leaned down, lightly kissing her flushed cheek.

Her heart skipped a beat.

"...Thank you so much..." He mumbled out in a whisper, nuzzling his face against her neck.

Warmth and sparks were sent down her spine, making her shiver in delighted surprise.

Except he didn't let go.

He pulled away only slightly, just enough to look down at the girl over her shoulder, digging in his pocket by his heart.

Something cold, chain like, and meddle was being wrapped around her flushed neck.

Hinata looked down, noticing a locket with a heart was now dangling freely. It was gold with little white dimonds embeded into it.

She turned around, eyes wide full of qeustion and wonder.

"...It was my mothers." He stated simply, pulling away from her. It suddenly felt cold.

Hinata avoided this trying not to show the hurt, or pull him back for that matter.

"I-I can't...I mean it's important to you..." She tried to explain weakly.

Sasuke rolled his eyes at her protests.

"I want you to have it, Hinata. Please?"

Hinata blinked, looking up at him again.

She felt like if she rejected this, she would be rejecting more then just a gold locket. Hinata felt like she was holding his heart right now.

But if she accepted it...

After seeing the look on his face, there was no more doubt or being unsure.

She lightly grabbed it, pushing it to her own heart.

Sasuke's previous smile resumed on his overly handsome face, except it looked different. Maybe even happier then before. This made her smile in return.

"Thank you."

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So. That was chapter 7. How'd you all like it? ;;

Sasuke; It sucked. You suck. No one likes you.

LaughingMadHatter; Aww, Sasuke... Why you gotta be like that? D:

Sasuke; Because you made me a fucking manwhore/alcoholic.

LaughingMadHatter; ...And your point?

Sasuke; -pulls out bat with jagged nails sticking out-

LaughingMadHatter; -flees under rock-

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