A/N: I'm so, so, so sorry I haven't updated in a while! I really, really hope you haven't forgotten about me. In some of my other stories, I think I've been forgotten about! (for a little while at least) T-T please review and make me happier! But anyways, enjoy the chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't any of Naruto. It all belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.

Sasuke stormed into his room, slamming the door behind him. He growled to himself, grumbling slightly. Why did everyone have to make such a big deal about him driving the pink-haired girl home? It wasn't as if he, or ever would be, he added to himself, attracted to her. She was too skinny with too wide of hips and almost nonexistent breasts. What was she? A size triple A or something? And her forehead…it was huge, and her hair was pink for Kami-sama's sake.

He practically shoved a CD into his stereo, instantly relaxing as the sound of a violin pierced through the thick atmosphere. He kept it at a low volume, listening to the decrescendos, vibrato, and pure emotion woven into the music. The second one that came was accompanied by a piano, but was no less extraordinary. While listening, he did as always, marveled at how wonderful the style of music was. The violinists sounded so flawless; he wondered how much work it had taken for them to reach such a level. Sometimes he wondered if his skills as a violinist were still bubbling beneath the surface.

When he was younger, his mother had signed Itachi up for private violin lessons. Of course, Itachi had greatly accelerated through the levels and had soon gone beyond the skills of his teacher. As always with siblings, or at least with him, Sasuke wanted to play violin after hearing how great Itachi sounded. So he'd begun taking lessons; he hadn't gone through as quickly as his brother, and he didn't sound as beautiful as Itachi had, but he was proud of his week-to-week improvement. He always became disheartened, however, after hearing his brother play in a concert or flawlessly go through a piece with a quick upbeat tempo and fast notes. After being compared over and over, he quit, hiding his violin away.

He tapped his long ivory fingers on the ebony wood desk, wondering which house he'd left the violin in.

"Sasuke! Sasuke! Sasuke!" Naruto burst through the door, his face full of excitement.

"How many times do I have to remind you to knock, dobe?" Sasuke said, turning off the stereo.

"Let's play some tennis or something. I feel like kicking your ass today!" He was bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet, pure, childish excitement on his face. Beating Sasuke and rubbing it in his face was one thing he lived for.

"You wish. I'm ultimately superior compared to you," Sasuke replied arrogantly. Naruto puffed out his cheeks before scoffing with a sour look on his face.

"I bet I can beat you. I've been practicing," Naruto announced proudly.

"Like that'll really help your cause in any way," Sasuke replied, turning his attention to something other than Naruto.

"Hey, don't ignore me, you bastard! Are you just scared that I'll beat you and you'll lose your so-called superiority?" Naruto grinned evilly, remembering the few times he'd beaten Sasuke in something. Yep, that had been a good week. Sasuke had been so pissed. Now that he thought about it, Lee had recorded all the events, hadn't he? Naruto almost laughed out loud when he also remembered that Lee and Tenten had secretly recorded Sasuke's reactions to losing after the events had happened, during the times when he thought he'd been alone. He hadn't seen those tapes in a while, come to think of it.

"Afraid of you?" Sasuke's voice brought Naruto back to reality and the situation at hand. "Don't make me laugh, Naruto. The day you beat me will…" he pondered for a second, "…be the day I fall for someone."

"Like Haruno Sakura, you mean?" Naruto asked innocently. "After all, we know you supposedly hate her now and will fall for her later...maybe even literally," he muttered the last part to himself with a chuckle. "Since I've already beaten you before, that means you'll be head-over-heels in love with her someday soon, right?"

"You haven't beaten me before," Sasuke muttered darkly. He had a habit of pushing bad things he didn't want to remember towards the back of his memories, so the fact that he'd lost to Naruto numerous times was lost. "If you did, I'd probably remember so I could kick your ass twice as bad the next time you brought up one of your ridiculous ways to beat me."

"Oh, yes, I have beaten you before. I have solid proof. You know what they're called, Sasuke? Videos. Taped by our ever famous duo, Tenten and Lee. Want me to find them? Huh? Huh? Want me to find them? We can watch them tonight with popcorn, sodas…oh, and candy too! It'll be surround sound with the biggest screen TV we have and with the super duper comfy chairs. Yep, doesn't that sound like fun?" Naruto looked at Sasuke and was almost overjoyed to find him seething. Haruno Sakura must've been a testy subject for him, considering he rarely ever lost his cool.

"Naruto, can you stop being a dobe for once and leave me alone?"

"No, no, I had a reason for coming up here. Get rid of your freaky fan girls. They're blocking the gates, and I want to go buy some doughnuts. Go do some running. I think you're getting fat." Another grin crossed Naruto's face. Today really was a good day for him.

"Why don't you get rid of them then? Leave me alone." Sasuke demanded again, swerving around in his chair. He didn't want to see Naruto's face; it was really starting to piss him off, and he should be used to seeing that face after who know how many years of…he detested the word…friendship.

"Why should I? They're your fan girls. I can't help it if yours are psychotic and mine are much quieter with how much they admire me and all my greatness."

"You're really into bloating your ego, aren't you? The only reason yours are quieter is due to the fact that they don't exist. It's all in your head, Uzumaki." Sasuke tapped his temple lightly without bothering to turn around.

"Sasuke," said Naruto, suddenly serious, "get rid of your fan girls or…."

"You'll what? They'll never believe anything you tell them." Sasuke said offhandedly, chin in hand as he boredly twirled a pencil between his fingers.

Naruto's evil chuckle should've brought on some warning bells in Sasuke's head, but he decided to ignore them. There was no way Naruto could threaten him. Until… "I'll make copies of your baby pictures, all of them, naked or not, and I'll distribute them to all your fan girls." And if that weren't enough…. "I'll call your mother and tell her you've already chosen a fiancé named Haruno Sakura, and you guys are getting married in the spring. And that she should be expecting a grandchild in early summer."

Sasuke bolted out of his chair, the pencil dropping to the floor with a muffled clatter. He turned to Naruto, eyes blazing. "You can't do that! Give me those pictures, you baka! And don't even think of telling my mother those false lies! I don't even like that," he shuddered, "Haruno Sakura." He spat out her name as if it was a bad word.

"Then get rid of your fan girls, Sasuke. I want some doughnuts." Sasuke stood there, glaring at his so-called best friend, wondering if he should give in this one time. Naruto would end up rubbing in his face the fact that he'd given in, but was giving up his pride worth the humiliation?

"Damn it, Naruto," he muttered, his gaze filled with murderous intent. Naruto only grinned back cheekily in return, wanting to piss Sasuke off even more and make the decision that much harder. Sasuke knew he was going to regret this decision later, but that was later. Now was now. He sat down in his chair, his face a calm façade. "Do your worst, Naruto. I don't give a damn about you or your stupid doughnuts. You'll only make me more popular. And besides, Haruno's still sixteen; she's underage." He smirked at his cleverness.

Naruto shook his head. "Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke, don't you remember that women are allowed to marry once they turn sixteen? Since she's sixteen and you're eighteen, you're considered an adult already so it's not that hard for you guys to marry. Look, it works out perfectly. Since it's…September now, you should get going on that baby with Sakura-chan. Or you could get to know her and then have a baby with her next month or something. It has to go with what I'm going to tell your mom. You got all that written down, Sasuke?"

As Naruto had revealed the second part to Sasuke, his calm poker face had slowly begun disintegrating, and he now realized the extent of his decision.

"Don't worry, Sasuke. I'll make sure Tenten and all of Sakura-chan's other friends help with planning the wedding. Girls are good at that kind of stuff, aren't they? All you have to worry about now is getting Sakura-chan to actually agree. So you better stop being a bastard to her and get her to start liking her. You can start tomorrow since we have to go to the school and be student teachers for Sakura-chan's class." He paused, blinking a few times. "What am I doing? I have to start making copies of your baby pictures, and then I should get Tenten to call your mom about your wedding and baby. I've told her too many lies to be believed anymore. Bye, Sasuke!" Naruto gave a wave before bolting out of the room, shutting the door quickly and locking it with a key.

"Naruto, you baka, get back here!" Sasuke ran for the door but couldn't open it in time. Naruto had already locked it. He sighed in frustration, banging his fists against the door. He knew he should've changed it from a lock outside to a lock inside. "Damn you, Naruto. You are so dead when this is over." He walked over to his phone and picked it up, but the line was dead. He moved to his bathroom, remembering there was a window in there. To his horror, one of the workers was barring his window. The man gave him an apologetic grin before climbing down the ladder. Sasuke stomped out of the room, clenching his fists.

"Naruto, you bastard! You are so dead!" He grumpily sat down in his chair, his fists still clenching and unclenching.

Down a level, Naruto was chuckling to himself. Yes, today was a good day.

While Naruto and Sasuke were battling fiercely in the Uchiha household, Neji was sitting in a limo, adjusting the suit he wore. He wanted to get down to the mystery of Hyuuga Hinata. Unlike Sasuke, when he wanted to know something, he didn't stop until he knew the answer. Now Neji was visiting the Hyuuga household, courtesy of the files they'd found a few days ago. She could, after all, lead to his goal—finding out his past.

"We're here, Hyuuga-san," the driver up front said.

"Thank you," Neji replied, stepping out. He brought up a hand to block the sun from his eyes, moving towards the house. He stopped at the edge of a garden that led to the entranceway of the house.

A woman emerged from the house, wearing a golden-brown and red kimono with her hair pulled up and away from her face which was lined with laughter lines. Her hair was peppered with gray, but her eyes were a bright amber-brown. She bowed before him. "Hello, how may I help you?"

"If it isn't too much trouble, I'd like to speak with Hyuuga Hinata-san, please." Neji replied, bowing back formally.

"And who are you, may I ask? Hinata-sama did not say that she would be having any guests today." She asked, a puzzled expression on her face.

"I'm an acquaintance of hers from school, recently transferred from America."

"That could explain why I have never seen you before. What is your name?"

"Neji," he replied, deciding that was the best way of answering. Until he knew for sure in what way he and Hyuuga Hinata were connected, it would best not to reveal his surname.

She froze at the name but cleared her throat and began speaking. I'm sorry, but Hinata-sama is out at the moment. I could relay a message to her if you wish it."

"No, that's fine. I'd rather speak with her in person, perhaps another time. Thank you." He gave another slight bow and turned around. Coming towards him and the woman was Hinata, dressed in a white kimono with a lavender peony patter and obi. Small white clips were placed in her short hair to keep it out of her face. Another older woman walked with her, talking; she wore a kimono as well, a dark red one with a white pattern.

She looked up from where she was walking, and her eyes widened slightly. "Hello, Hyuuga-san," Neji greeted with a bow, his eyes trained on Hinata's face.

"Oh-y-yes, hello, Neji-sensei." She replied, stuttering slightly. It seemed that she, too, hadn't expected him.

"You know this man, Hinata-sama?" The woman asked nervously, her expression worried.

"Yes; he is a student teacher at my school. You can leave us, Harumi-san. Neji-sensei, follow me please." She began walking through the garden to the side of the house. He followed after her, glancing over his shoulder at the two women who watched them anxiously, whispering to each other. Apparently they knew something about him that he didn't know. He almost walked past Hinata who had settled herself, so lost in thought was he.

"Would you like any tea?" She asked when he sat down. Already there was a tray of teacups and a kettle.

"No, that's fine. I just wanted to talk with you." He watched as she sipped the tea, shaking slightly. He cleared his throat and began talking again. "Hyuuga-san, I have some questions. Will you answer them for me?"

"Uh, um, alright." Hinata replied, putting down her teacup. She bit her lip, hoping he was there to simply ask more about the town and school. She didn't want to be the one to relay his past to him.

"Good," Neji replied, satisfied that he would get some answers. Now it was simply asking them in a subtle way so she wouldn't freak out. If that happened, his coming to see her would've been nothing but a waste of both of their time.

"Hyuuga-san, the first time we met in Rose Café, my friend Naruto asked you whether or not we were related. You never got to answer his question; he was rather busy today and couldn't come himself. I figured since the question concerned me, it would make more sense if I came instead of another one of my friends. He was furthermore curious as to how we're related." It wasn't the cleverest way of disguising a question, but using Naruto instead of himself was something, wasn't it? It was believable, and that was all that mattered really.

"Uh, um, w-w-well, that is, um." Hinata stuttered nervously, twiddling her thumbs. She bit her lower lip, unsure as to whether or not she should answer the question. She'd sworn a long time ago that if she ever came in contact with Hyuuga Neji, she would avoid him at all costs, and if they ever did come face-to-face, she would avoid revealing his past to him. After all, telling him would only bring him pain and danger to the main branch of the Hyuuga family.

"Hyuuga-san?" Neji asked, watching the battle that persisted on her face. He could tell she was struggling with her answer, something that was never too good. Even without that though, the annoying way she was twiddling her thumbs and biting her lip was starting to irk him. He folded his arms, clenching and unclenching his fist, trying to let go of the irritation that was brimming at the surface.

She suddenly bolted up, alert. "Uh, um, I-I-I'm sorry." She bit her lip, her thoughts turning back to the situation at hand. If she told him, her father would be extremely angry with her, but Neji deserved to know. He did have a point in saying that it concerned him, however. "Well, um, Hyuuga-san, well, you see, it-well, it goes like this. You're--"

"Hinata!" Both Hyuugas looked up to find Hinata's father standing nearby, further down the hallway. His glare, although far away, was intense. "Hinata, return to your room. I will speak with you later." With a slight reluctance, Hinata stood and moved down the opposite way, disappearing around the next corner.

Before Neji knew it, Hyuuga Hiashi was standing before him, his lips tight. "I do not know how you got so far into my household, but I will kindly ask you to leave. Please do so now, and refrain yourself from staying in contact with my daughter in the future."

Neji stood stiffly and gave a small bow, not entirely used to being ordered around. Walking away, he began cursing himself. He'd almost gotten an answer. If Hinata's father had come even a few seconds later, he may have received some sort of answer. Yet wouldn't that have led to more questions? 'Then again,' he thought to himself, 'if she hadn't spent so much time twiddling her thumbs and being so hesitant, there would've been to trouble. How annoying.'

As he stepped into the limo, he thought. He needed to get Hinata alone again, but something told Neji she would be watched at school as well as himself. If his companions would try and talk with her, that would seem suspicious as well. A few minutes of thinking finally led him to an idea. If he were able to get a hold of Itachi, they would have Sakura's cell phone number. Using that, they could tell her ahead of time that they would be having a party at the Uchiha mansion, inviting their class and teacher. It seemed reasonable enough. Besides, it was nearing Naruto's birthday. That could further be used as an excuse, and only those with invitations would be allowed in. Personal guards would not be needed because there would be enough of their own guards to keep out fan girls and other pests like that. It was perfect. And Naruto would be happy since he'd taken an interest in the Hyuuga girl.

When they reached the house, Neji felt a little proud of himself. He'd quickly devised another plan to reach his goal. He didn't care what he would do with the information he was presented so long as he got an answer to which family he belonged in. After being alone for so long and then being adopted into Lee's family only a few years ago, he wanted a real blood connection to someone. Although no one, besides perhaps Tenten, realized that Neji was like other people and wanted a family, however wrecked or strange it was, a family would be nice. When he was younger, he'd grown good at hiding his feelings. He'd yearned to be like other kids and have a mother or father to scold him, make him lunch, or come along on trips outside of the city. Being passed from one place to another like a mere object had brought a strange sense of loneliness and worthlessness.

Neji shook his head slightly, trying to rid himself of past feelings. Dwelling in the past wasn't good. 'But,' he thought, 'isn't trying to find out more about your past dwelling in your past?' He answered himself. "It is, but this is something I've wanted to know my entire life, ever since my father disappeared. I just want to know this one thing about my past, and that's all. After that, I'll move on with my life."

"But will you? That is the question." He looked up, slightly startled. Lee stood near the garage door, a towel around his neck, water bottle in hand, about to open the garage door and step into the house.

"What are you doing?"

"I just finished my laps around the neighborhood," Lee shrugged, stepping out of his shoes and into a pair of slippers. Neji followed after, asking, "And you didn't get mobbed by fan girls? Amazing."

"I almost did, but I know some secret ways around. It helped me get more exercise, really. You should join me one day to help relieve yourself of some invisible stress you build up for yourself."

"No thanks, Lee." 'Now, how to bring up the subject of the party. If I suggested it, it doesn't seem like something I would say. Everyone would be suspicious of my actions if I suddenly said, "Let's have a party." Little did Neji know, he'd make the suggestion out loud.

"A party sounds fantastic. Are you thinking about having one for Naruto? I'm sure that would make him feel good. Oh, we could invite Haruno-san and all her friends. We should invite the entire class and their teacher so it doesn't seem like we're favoring just them. What do you think? Oh, this is a great addition to our Bank of Youth. I'll talk to Tenten about this. I'm sure she'll want to help as well." Lee rushed away then, childish excitement radiating off of him.

Neji sighed, wondering how he'd ended up knowing such people. 'Oh well, at least the idea has been introduced. Now I just have to wait for things to get going and then I'll finally have my answer.' As he searched through the refrigerator for a juice or something he wondered if Sasuke had gotten answers to his questions. 'Then again, the baka could always call Itachi and ask him how he and Haruno know each other. But he just has to be stubborn and make things more complicated. If there's an easier way to get answers, take it.'

However, he figured that Sasuke hadn't gotten his answers, considering the fact that he could hear the sound of violins even through the sound-proof walls of Sasuke's office. He raised an eyebrow as he passed Naruto's room, hearing maniacal laughter. Again he asked himself, 'How did I ever end up knowing such people?'

A/N: some of you might be wondering, "Can girls actually marry when they're sixteen in Japan?" I don't know for sure, but i used that fact from Cardcaptor Sakura. I don't know if it still applies.