Disclaimer: I am running out of ideas... so I'll just say, "If I owned Naruto... he wouldn't be wearing that tacky suit. He'll be wearing Gai's body suit of youth."

Hmm... interesting response from AnimeFreakPerson when I mentioned NaruHina... lol. And yes, I know, Hinata is way too OOC... but hey, this chapter may explain it a little. Ah yes, and I hope you KibaHina fans will be happy after this chapter.

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Three hours later, after they made sure everyone has left the station, the Legendary Three got down to business. Tsunade got out of her chair and unlocked her filing cabinet, taking out a very thick folder that had the word "Kazekage" scrawled across the front with black felt. She slammed it onto her table, and sat back down.

"Gentlemen, feast your eyes on this."

A thickly built man with bushy white hair flipped the folder open and read aloud the first blurb, "Presently, the Kazekage Interprises is one of the newest and most successful gang on the streets. Led by a man who goes by the name of Gaara, the word on the street is that once the Kazekage Interprises decided you will take a trip behind the veil, you will. They hire people from all around the world, and it is hard to determine exactly how many people Gaara has taken under his wing." Jiraiya flipped through the next several pages and frowned.

A thin, pale man with long straight black hair sitting next to him paused to admire his own fingernails before sighing. "So why are you digging up this file to share? What is this, show and tell?"

The blonde woman with a huge chest glared at him. "You must have been on break for so long that you have forgotten that once you put that badge on," Tsunade paused for a moment to reach across the desk and gave Orochimaru's chest a hard poke, pointing at his Hong Kong Police badge afterwards, "you are responsible for citizens' safety. The Kazekage Interprises is threatening to society."

Jiraiya cackled like a mad hen as he left the office. 'Just like the old times.' he thought, closing the door on the two.

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Sakura sighed as she flopped onto her queen-sized bed in the hotel room. The whole day has gone by, and Uchiha Sasuke hasn't said a single thing. She glanced at the prisoner, who hadn't eaten or gone to the washroom for the whole day and cleared her throat.

"Do you need to use the washroom?" No answer.

"How about some food?" Still no answer.

"Are you still alive?" Sakura squeaked in fear. She walked closer and checked his pulse.

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Hinata was annoyed.

Not only had Ino blown her off for hot pot, but Nara Shikamaru had escaped. But the bad luck didn't stop there. By the time she had walked back to the hotel room in Kowloon, she had been bitten by a random dog, splashed with water by a truck, and tripped over a rogue orange as she walked past the market. To add insult to injury, the hotel elavator was broken so she had to walk up to her seventh floor room.

So when she walked through the door, Hinata had the black storm cloud over her head.

Kiba lifted his head up as he heard the door slam shut and footsteps stomping towards him. He winced slightly; the chick was in a bad mood.

Hinata fought the idea to slap the tied up man around, just to vent out her anger, finally deciding against it. It wasn't really his fault... she sighed and took out a bag of white bread she had bought on the way back.

"White bread, want any?" she said through gritted teeth. Not waiting for an answer, she took the cloth out of Kiba's mouth, more gently this time.

Inuzuka Kiba would have usually said no to white bread. Grain bread was much more nutritious. But this was a man who hadn't eaten since twelve hours ago. He would have eaten raw coffee beans if there was any.

Kiba managed to croak out, "Yah, bread please." His voice cracked from not using it for so many hours.

She ripped the piece of bread into several smaller pieces and shuddered. 'I'll have to hand feed him if I'm not going to untie him. If he gets untied, he'll escape. Eww... handfeeding.' Hinata swallowed the growing urge to vomit and gave the first piece to the man.

Kiba had finished off half of the loaf of bread and three cups of water.

"You know, you actually aren't the total bitch I thought you were." he commented.

Hinata raised an eyebrow. "Really? Would you prefer me to be mean full-time?"

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A seven-year-old Hinata plopped down onto the backyard grass and sobbed quietly as her little sister continued to gloat. Wisps of Hanabi's harsh words kept on repeating in her mind, over and over again, muting out the current ravings.

"You're so weak, Hinata. I can already beat your level of martial arts. Neji is so much better than you. You're so useless, Hinata."

Her father offered no sympathy. "You don't try hard enough. Look how good your little sister is."

Neji was no exception. Even though he didn't speak with words, his scornful eyes told it all.

Everyday it was the same routine.

You're weak. You're stupid. You're useless.

"These are the expenses of being too nice." a voice told her.

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"What do you mean by 'Tenten has gotten stronger', Temari?" hissed Kankurou.

She grit her teeth and refrained from whipping the icepack at her sibling. Instead, she leaned back further on the leather couch.

"You know Gaara isn't going to be happy about that." he added, smiling as Temari's face paled a little.

"Okay, I'll admit it. I blew it. I hadn't expected her to be calm, I thought she would have panicked like last time. I went easy on her. Alright? Now please, think of some way to tell this to Gaara that won't risk my life."

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Tenten had walked out of the apartment as soon as she could, finding her way through the streets to a tiny little restaurant beside an alley. She wrinkled her nose as she caught a wiff of the dumpster behind it and entered the building. Tenten weaved through the tables of hungry people to the very back booth that had the sign 'Reserved' on it and sat down, patiently waiting for the waitress to come and take her orders.

A young woman around the same age as her with long black hair tied back with a purple ribbon came with a notepad.

"Hello, can I take your order?" she chirped in a high-pitched voice.

Tenten smiled and looked past her waitress. Besides this woman, there were two other waiters in this tiny little restaurant. One man with terrible posture, and another with huge hair. She had come to the right place.

"Yes... I'm ready to place my order. I would like a small order of fries with a large Coke." Tenten said.

The waitress' eyes widened a little. "I'm sorry, but we're out of fries. How about a BLT sandwich?"

"Hmm... but without the lettuce please." She smiled as she spoke the last word of the code. Good thing she had remembered the whole thing.

"I'm sorry, you'll have to come with me to speak to the manager."

The waitress gestured Tenten to follow her, loudly exclaiming that she can't take the L out of BLT until they were safely in the back alley.

"So, Tenten, what is it?" The woman's voice dropped an entire octave.

"Ah... Kin, good to hear that your voice isn't giving way to all that squeaking you do in there." smirked Tenten.

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End of Chapter 9. Ah... finally finished this chapter. So much homework... stupid Mr. Something.

I'm going to be starting to add more characters in... it might make the story a bit more confusing... but what I'm hoping to do is create more angles so that it will be harder for me to run out of inspiration. The Sound Five should be added in shortly.