A/N: Long time no...write? Haha sorry for the extremely unnecessarily long wait. Please enjoy! Oh and sorry if there are any mistakes I was sleepy :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto...or any or anime/manga this story may or may not remind you of.


To say the hall of the Hyuuga estate was extremely huge and gorgeous would be the largest understatement of the like…ever. So for lack of better word I'll describe it as fabulous.

Simply fabulous.

The decorations were extravagant and everyone looked quite classy. Even I had to admit that this was a pretty high-class party.

Giant pissing baby and all.

I was standing against the wall just chilling out, maxin', relaxin' all cool while Sasori was out meeting and greeting. Who knew he possessed enough class to-

Omg…

Is that…

A bagel!
Alas, my prayers have been answered and my karma received! I knew throwing that bagel at Sasori was a wonderful idea. However, as I try to make my way to the concessions table I bumped into what seemed to be a well-toned male chest.

"Sorry," I mutter as I take a couple of steps back to look at the victim of my hunger.

As I look at him I have to keep my jaw from dropping at the sheer gorgeousness of his entire being…

Alright.

Maybe I'm exaggerating…

But he was pretty hot.

He was a lovely, lightly tanned, blonde haired, blue eyed creature with…um, whisker marks. Attractive whisker marks nevertheless. Not that I like this random or anything. I just know how to admire people's faces. It's a skill you learn when you're as beautiful as I…

Ehem.

Anyway.

"Oh I'm sorry," he states with a large grin that was equally as attractive as his voice.

"Oh you're good, kid," I say off handedly with the flick of my wrist.

After a second of silence I blink repeatedly, realizing how "uncivilized" and "hoodratish" I sounded. And after Hinata worked me so hard at her "Courtesy" classes…Oh the look I would've received for that. I nervously scratch the back of my head as I look down.

"What I meant was- Um that I meant hi! Wait no, that's not what I meant! I meant –no I mean. You know what I mean?" I finally finish pathetically, refusing to lift my gaze.

"No I don't think I do. Would you care to explain?"

At this my head snaps up only to be met with a seemingly innocent smile from a seemingly innocent person.

Seemingly, seemingly.

I've dealt with enough "seemingly"'s to see through them. I'm sure what he was up to, but I knew something was amiss. Meaning: get the hell out of there.

"I meant what I said and I said what I meant. Sakura faithful 100 percent."

Smooth, huh.

I continue.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I have a bagel to go eat."

With that, I walk away as dignified as I possibly could.


Naruto's P.O.V.

"Dad I don't understand why I'm here," I say through a smile.

Father looked as if he wanted to sigh at the question I had been asking him since we had arrived.

"You're 18 now, Naruto. It's only customary that you should attend these events," Minato, my father, returned smiling as he shook another man's hand.

"Ah. Mr. Namikaze."

At the sound of his last name my dad turned and offered the man a smile.

"Akasuna Sasori-san. Long time no see."

"It's been awhile," said man replied with a smirk.

"Naruto."

I snapped out of my daze to look at my father.

"This is Akasuna Sasori."

I turn to the red headed man with hazel eyes. He was no doubt quite popular with the ladies.

And probably men too if he tried…

I outstretch my hand and he shakes it, grip firm.

"Uzumaki Naruto, nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you as well, Naruto."
"Naruto, why don't you go fetch yourself a refreshment while Sasori and I catch up."

"Won't mind if I do. Mr. Akasuna," I finish with a nod of my head and walk off.

As I'm daydreaming and walking I suddenly feel something light hit my chest. I look down to see a beautiful girl. As I look at her I have to keep my jaw from dropping at the sheer gorgeousness of her entire being…

Really.

I'm not exaggerating…

She was pretty great.

She was a lovely, porcelain skinned, beautifully sculpted, emerald eyed creature with…um, pink hair. Attractive pink hair nevertheless.

I grin at her.

"Oh I'm sorry."

"Oh you're good, kid" she responds nonchalantly.

Now when you live in a world of high class parties, people, and businesses people like her…just don't exist. So I was a bit surprised.

Pleasantly, at that.

She looked as if she had just remembered something and began sputtering nervously, head down. This caused me to smirk in amusement.

What an interesting person…

"-You know what I mean?" I catch her say at the end.

I put a grin on my face to hide my inner amusement with the girl and shake my head.

"No, I don't think I do, care to explain?"

At that her head snaps up indignantly and a soft blush paints her face. It made me wonder what other kinds of faces she could make.

"I meant what I said and I said what I meant. Sakura faithful 100 percent."

Two things I got from that.

One, she's weird.

Two, her name is Sakura.

"Now, if you'll excuse me I have a bagel to eat."

With that, she walked away, leaving me to stare after her.

Hmm. She's piqued my interest.

Poor girl.


Hinata's P.O.V.

"Ms. Hyuuga!"

"Ms. Hyuuga!"

"Ms. Hyuuga!"

I almost sighed at the number of different people calling my name for probably stupid, at least in my own opinion, reasons. I prepped myself to turn around and give them a cheery smile. After all, this was something I had grown up with and quite used to. People asking me for my input on politics, business…

Their sons.

I barely repress a shiver at that thought.

Before I can actually turn around, however, I am suddenly pulled into one of the empty rooms of our villa. I didn't have enough time to even wonder what was going open because faster than I could blink I was shoved, gently though I suppose, into the door and encaged by two arms on either side of my head. I slowly opened my eyes, which I had apparently been shut only to look into the dark, deep red ones of none other than: Itachi Uchiha.

My eyes widen perceptibly and I feel a blush rise because of our proximity. Our noses were almost touching so I think it's understandable!

"Uchi- I-Itachi!"

He smirks.

"Hey princess."

"U-um is something w-wrong?"

His finger moves to my curly hair that is cascading down my back and some over my shoulders. He gently takes and examines a lock of it as he speaks.

"Hn. You look gorgeous ," he says in a matter-of-fact tone, perfectly calm. He sharply lifts his head to look into my eyes.

The compliment caused my usual blush to paint my face, but the sudden eye contact left me feeling disconcerted. Son instead of "thank you", I give him a serious, yet worried, look.

"What is it?" I ask timidly as a sudden feeling of dread washed over me from a source I know not.

"What are you up to?"

I now know where the dread is coming from now. I smile hastily and duck under his arm turning my back to him as before walking out.

"I have no clue what you mean."

Before I could walk he pulls me into him, my back pressed against his well-toned chest. His hold is a bit tighter than any innocent embrace causing a shiver to run down my spine. I suppose he felt it which caused me to almost hear his smirk as he whispered in my ear.

"I mean," he purrs as he begins to twirl a lock of my hair.

"Tell me all about box."


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