Hinata couldn't believe that Naruto had been to her home, and what made it worse was that her family had threatened him! She couldn't believe this was happening! It made her feel guilty. Sighing softly, the young woman stood outside of Iruka's Restaurant sweeping, hoping that this would help clear up her thoughts. It seemed, though, that no matter what she did, the thought just didn't seem to want to stay out of her mind at all. Sighing again, the young woman looked up at the sky as she tried to think of what she could do to make it up to Naruto…

Frowning, the young woman let out a breath as she swept up the leaves that were in the parking lot as she tried to think more on the subject…After all, not only was he keeping her secret, but she also had to see what to do to make him happy and not angry at…whatever was making him angry.

"Hyuuga-chan."

Squeaking in shock, Hinata spun around and stared at Naruto. His pupils were slits, as usual, since he got his powers back from spending time with her family. Sadly, the look still scared people horribly. Taking a deep breath, the young woman calmly said, "You scared me Uzumaki-kun…"

Naruto gave her a small smile and replied, "Sorry, I didn't mean to. Iruka asked me to help you with sweeping." He held a broom in his hand as he started to start sweeping. Hinata, though, just stared at him through the corner of her eye, wondering if he was really okay with keeping her secret at the risk of his memories. Frowning, she tightened her grip on the broom as she tried to think of a way to ask him if this was really all right with him, but no matter how long she thought about it, the young woman knew that it would be difficult to ask this.

"Uzumaki-kun, are you…all right with keeping my secret?"

"It's fine. I've kept a few secrets in my life, and I've never blabbed about them. Just relax, Hyuuga-chan."

Hinata still felt bad. She had to do something that would make it up to him, but…Wait! Smiling, she suggested, "How about, to thank you for keeping my secret, I make you a bento for lunch every day?" Naruto just stared at her with wide eyes. Had he gone into some kind of shock? His eyes started to shine with joy and happiness, making Hinata's blood relax a little bit. It seemed that he was about to start crying from just the thought of her giving him a lunch. At least, that's what the look in his eyes seemed to tell her.

Suddenly, Naruto's hands had wrapped themselves around Hinata's. "You have a deal Hyuuga-chan!" he exclaimed happily. Though, because of the sudden contact, Hinata's nose started to drip some blood. He may have been a little happy right, now but he still had so much anger and unhappiness within him. Hinata squeaked, startled by the sudden trail of blood dripping down her face. Naruto panicked, apologizing over and over, and handed her a cloth to help wipe her face.

This sure was an interesting day. She wasn't sure how she was going to make a lunch he liked every time, since she didn't really know what he liked to eat and she wanted it to be a surprise. Once her nose had stopped bleeding, Hinata sighed softly and said, "I'll wash this…" Naruto just chuckled for a moment before Hinata walked on inside, leaving Naruto to be alone for a little while. Hinata was happy that she could repay Naruto for keeping her secret…Maybe if she was lucky, Naruto would be happy and her blood pressure wouldn't increase anymore.

At least, that's what she was hoping for. In her mind, though, that was nothing more than wishful thinking. There was no way Naruto would just cheer up after a few bentos. She had to figure out why he was so upset and angry in the first place. So far, nothing came to mind. But the least she could do was try to make sure that Naruto was happy…to make sure that he was calm and relaxed. It was the only way to be around him without her blood spurting out her nose.

Later, in the art room...

Yawning softly, the young woman took her seat in the art room. Today was the day that they had to create something "unique." That could be a problem, since the teacher had weird tastes. Looking over, the blunette saw that her friends were still missing. They'd never come into class this morning, and it confused and worried her.

Frowning, Hinata tried to think of what she could draw that the teacher would like. There was nothing that came to mind, and it started to stress her out. Rubbing her temples, the vampiress just laid her head on the table and sighed softly. This was not how she had pictured art class today. It seemed that the world was against her at this point. The teacher was after her because she wasn't very good at drawing anything which was a little weird. She could easily paint anything, but when it came to drawing something, she couldn't do it no matter how hard she tried.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of a chair moving next to her. Frowning in confusion, the young woman lifted her head and looked up at Naruto who had grabbed a seat next to her. Her blood jumped from him being so close…What was going on? She hadn't expected for him to take a seat next to her in class. "Something the matter, Uzumaki-kun?" asked Hinata, her confusion evident.

"Nah, the teacher just wants us to work in pairs. So I'm gonna work with you since you're the only person I really know here."

Hinata smiled a little bit at that. At least she wouldn't be doing this project alone. Now, though, she wondered whether Naruto was good when it came to art or not. She was curious as to what Naruto did for fun outside of school.

"Can you draw, Uzumaki-kun?" Hinata asked curiously.

"Yeah, I used to take art at my old school. I find it calming. It lets me get my emotions out on paper, you know?" Hinata had to smile at that. At least it seemed he had something to help him feel better occasionally, though it seemed like he didn't do it too often. At least not with the way his apartment looked when she brought him home that one time. Looking over at the easel, Hinata wondered what Naruto would draw. It made her heart pound with excitement a little, guessing what the young man would do.

"Hey Hyuuga-chan, can you go get me some paint?" Naruto asked without taking his eyes off the easel as he kept on drawing. Hinata just nodded. At least she could do something to help out, but she wasn't sure if she would be able to do much. Sighing softly, the blunette headed towards the closet that held all of the paint. As she walked on to the closet, the young woman wondered how her life was going to change now that Naruto knew her secret.

The more she thought about it, though, the more she thought that maybe this was a good thing. Naruto had things that he needed to understand, too, such as the strange power he had displayed the other day. It was hard to believe that he had the powers and blood of a demon. From what she guessed, though, he probably only had a drop of demon blood flowing through him, despite the power being so great.

It made her wonder how he could have those powers with so little demon blood in his veins. Shaking her head, Hinata looked into the closet and started to grab some small jars of paint. As she gathered them, Hinata tried to think of something, anything that could help Naruto figure out his powers. Her parents have told her, though, that he could only use his powers when he felt threatened. There had to be something more to it. After all, his blood had awoken before he met her family, so there has to be something up.

Her parents had said that his scary looking eyes were a sign that the demon blood from his ancestor was strong, and had given him some demonic abilities early in his life. She didn't know what those powers were, though, either because her parents didn't know, or because they simply didn't want to tell her.

Sighing softly, the pale-eyed girl grabbed the last jar of paint and started to walk back to where Naruto was sitting, still working on the drawing. From what she gathered, Naruto was just doing the shading at this point. Yawning, Hinata was just a few steps away from their work area when something got in her way, causing her to trip.

Yelping out in shock and surprise, Hinata fell over and the jars of paint flew out of her arms. Whimpering, she looked up and blushed crimson when she saw Naruto just sitting there, blinking his eyes as the various colors of paint dribbled down his form. Hinata blushed all the more at seeing his left eye twitch, though, for some reason, she didn't sense anger or unhappiness. More like confusion. Maybe he was wondering what made her trip. She couldn't really say what that was for the time being, though she knew the rest of the day was definitely going to be awkward.

"Um…Sorry, Uzumaki-kun…"

"It's fine Hyuuga-chan…Just…do some painting, I finished drawing. I'm gonna go wash up." He pushed himself up and walked out of the classroom, probably going to the men's room to wash off his uniform. Hinata felt a little bad that she had gotten his clothes covered in paint. Now she felt like she owed him something in return. Sighing softly, the young woman pushed herself up and went to painting, err…drawing, she should say, since they hadn't gotten to that point yet. Sighing softly, Hinata started to get to work.

Earlier that day, with Naruto...

Naruto groaned in exasperation. It's been weird since he awakened his powers. He certainly didn't need the sudden craving for meat. Shaking his head, Naruto grabbed his book bag and headed out. "Maybe I can ask Hinata to add some meat to those bentos," he thought out loud. Sighing again, Naruto wondered if he could look up information about his ancestor. Maybe that way he could figure out more about the powers he's inherited.

At this point, though, his efforts might be in vain, seeing as he's had no luck in finding any books about him.

Sighing, the young man ran a hand through his spiky blond hair as he walked down the stairs of his apartment and started to head to school. Maybe if he was lucky, there would be some hints lying around. The more he thought about it, the more it made him wonder what kind of powers he had locked away. So far, he knows that he has heightened senses, super strength, super speed, and he could sense vampires.

Shaking his head, Naruto looked up at the sky as he tried to figure out what he was supposed to do now. Could he keep living like this? For all he knew, he could become a monster at random and lose control of himself, hurting people he cared about. Taking a deep breath, the young man kept on walking down the road, having to get to school for art class. At least that was something that he would be looking forward to. Well, that and lunch, of course.

He could finally have something to eat, and he wouldn't have to worry about his mother in the least. Since she had gone out to look for another job, Naruto worried. He didn't want her doing anything shady, or getting hired by an employer that just wants in her pants.

Shaking his head, Naruto looked up and saw that he had already arrived. Damn, he must have been really out of it if he didn't notice that.

Shrugging, he walked into the school building and headed to the art room. He hoped that there was someone in there that he could talk to. Or even better, maybe he'd be partnered with somebody who could help get the project done more quickly.

Walking into the room, Naruto saw Hinata sitting by herself and just smiled at her. At least he knew someone here. Taking a deep breath, the young man walked toward her, setting his bag down and taking a seat with her. The sound of the chair scraping the floor must have snapped her out of her daydreaming, since she jumped a little in her seat. "Something the matter, Uzumaki-kun?"

Naruto just smiled at her as he had told her that the teacher decided to pair people up, or at least that's what was written on the board. Sitting down, Naruto heard when Hinata asked if he could draw, and of course he said that he could. It wasn't really a lie, he was pretty good with drawing, but he wasn't an expert or anything. It certainly helped him when he was angry or upset about something. It kept him calm through some of the tougher days.

With that, Naruto reached into his pencil case, pulled out a pencil, and started to draw the first thing that came to mind, which just so happened to be the very thing that had been on his mind the whole day. He wasn't sure why he was drawing his ancestor. As he drew the man, Naruto's mind wandered. There had to be a reason he had these powers, right? After all, it didn't seem like any of his other family members had these powers, so maybe he was special in some way. Maybe there was something he was supposed to do with these powers.

Looking at what he had so far, Naruto sighed, knowing that he still had so many details to draw right now. It felt like he would never be able to get it perfect. At least not the way he wanted it. But what he had so far seemed almost like a mirror image of his ancestor.

Taking a deep breath, Naruto asked Hinata to get some paint, since he figured that he would do the drawing and she could do the painting. Frowning, he crossed his arms as he tried to think of what more he could add to the drawing. If only he could remember the full image of Kyūbi no Yōko, but the image in his mind had faded too much.

Sighing softly, Naruto stretched as he went back to the drawing, adding some flames on his cloak, and of course for the background he added a castle, since he figured Kyūbi no Yōko was from that era. Frowning, he suddenly saw a strange image within his mind. The young man didn't know why, but deep in his mind, he saw the image of his ancestor with…a woman that resembled Hinata in some way. But why?

He suddenly had the desire to draw the image that was in his head.

Taking a deep breath, he drew his ancestor with his arm wrapped around the woman's waist. The man's eyes gave off the impression that he loved the woman, and would protect her from anything. But why? There were so many things that went through Naruto's mind, but he just couldn't grasp what it was. Maybe there was more to this drawing. The more he thought about it, the more he remembered that most of his drawings were of random images in his mind.

Sighing, he just added the finishing touches on the drawing, only for him to hear Hinata scream. Before he could even turn his head all the way around, the young man felt something pouring onto him.

Blinking his wide eyes, he turned and stared at Hinata, his eye twitching for a moment.

"Um…Sorry, Uzumaki-kun…"

"It's fine Hyuuga-chan…Just do some painting, I finished drawing. I'm gonna go wash up," Naruto said as calmly as he could before pushing himself out of his chair and heading to the bathroom to wash up. He was just thankful that no paint got on his pants. He just had to wash his shirt, and thankfully, he had a muscle shirt on under his uniform.

Naruto finally got to the bathroom, and began unbuttoning his shirt. Looking at his reflection, Naruto saw that the colors in his hair made him look like one of those colorful tropical birds you saw in the zoo. Shaking his head slowly, Naruto removed his shirt and turned the facet so the sink would fill with water. After that, he set the shirt in the sink and filled it up with water so his shirt could soak.

After that, he checked his muscle shirt to make sure that not a drop of paint got on it. It was clean at the moment, so that was good. Sadly, he couldn't take it off, or the paint that was on his face would stain it, too. This wasn't going to be as easy as he had hoped it would be. Instead, things just got more complicated. The more he thought about that drawing the more he thought about the meaning behind it, and the drawings of his childhood There had to be something more to it, but he just couldn't think of what it could be…