Warning: Contains highly toxic amounts of het, shounen-ai, maybe femslash, other things like out-of-character behavior, unnecessary amounts of fluff and angst and weird humor. If allergic, don't' read (contents may cause anger, indignation, moronic behavior, the urge to make a fool of yourself, and a prickly rash on your fingers)
Disclaimer: No.
Author's Note: Ahhh it's been ages. Sorry Sorry Sorry. But school is so hectic (I am a high school freshman :D) so this was totally late. But this is a Halloween present to you lovely reviewers who liked it. I hope you guys as having a great Halloween (so far I am) and enjoy. Oh yeahs, give GREAT GREAT GREAT THANKS to my beta celinae-chan who did a super duper job and made this chapter xtra wonderful.
Chapter Two: Sailing Down the Nile
The light hurt her eyes and her mouth tasted as if though she had eaten a handful of hair – that wasn't in any way red. Hinata groaned, sitting up and falling back almost simultaneously.
Naruto.
OH, GOD.
It hadn't happened. Of course it hadn't. Naruto had NOT danced with a guy yesterday. He had danced with a very pretty, if rather masculine, girl with a deep voice.
Of course. Definitely.
Oh, damn.
She couldn't deny it, couldn't deny that her obsession was –say it, rip the band-aid off fast— was gay. Hinata couldn't remember ever having a problem with homosexuality before, but this was the man she had planned to marry, had recited the names of their twelve future children each night before bed. Okay, so she was exaggerating, but still, Naruto HAD danced with a guy yesterday and he had WANTED to. If he hadn't, he would have punched the guy in the face, not argued with him.
Hinata curled up into a ball. Wasn't alcohol supposed to make you forget?
It was funny how comfortable a toilet seat was. Most people would have complained about its insanitariness. Not Hinata. She sat there, running her toe along cracks in the floor tiles, kicking random, non-existent things, and just generally sulking.
She sighed and closed her eyes, expecting to be assaulted with images of Naruto—and was greeted with red against pale skin, burning aquamarine against black, satin under her fingertips – and what the fuck?
Hinata's eyes snapped open.
Well...that certainly was interesting/
She was saved from mulling over what exactly had happened last night when the phone began ringing shrilly. Hinata felt a burst of happiness and energy at the sound. It HAD to be Naruto, calling to say last night was a mistake, and then teleporting himself to her apartment, professing his love for her and fervently kissing her while church bells rang in the background. She permitted herself one heartfelt, blissful sigh before running out of the bathroom and into her living room to pick up the phone.
It WAS Naruto, but he didn't sound very sorry. In fact, he sounded somewhat worried and exasperated.
Fifteen minutes later, she was blinking at Naruto, disbelievingly.
"You're a girl, Hinata," (Thank you for finally noticing, Hinata thought wryly) "and so which one do you think looks better, the blue or the black?"
Naruto held up two shirts and waved them in front of Hinata. She wished she could curl up into a fetal position on the floor but instead wordlessly picked the blue shirt.
"I have a date," he explained with a bright grin while he stripped off his pajamas.
If Hinata had been an anime character, she would have gotten a nosebleed and then fainted on the floor, blood dripping out of her nose. But she just looked away, a blush burning on her face as she occasionally sneaked a peak. (Hey, who says I'm innocent?) Then she blinked as she processed what Naruto had just said.
"With whom?" She wanted a name, phone number, address, picture, and permission to kill that lucky bitch multiple times, every method gory, and full pain and groans, and blood spilling on the floor, and shimmering red knives, and—
"Uh… you 'member Sasuke?"
"Sasuke?" Warning lights flashed in Hinata's head. A guy's name?
"Mmhmn, from last night. Hey, Hinata, do you think I have to treat him like a girl (cuz obviously, I am the guy in the relationship) and should I bring him flowers? Or maybe chocolate… but maybe that would give him the wrong idea… He may think I want to turn him on or something on the first date. Wait, do I wanna turn him on, on the first date? Hinata?"
"Naruto, he's a guy, not a girl."
It was amazing how calm she was being about this.
"Yeah, but aren't we gay?"
"Aren't you – GAH!"
How was she supposed to keep on deluding herself if he kept on being so blunt about his sexuality?
God, she was pathetic.
She was a Hyuuga. She should be moving on gracefully, not harping and arguing with herself over the same things again and again. But then, she had always been the defunct Hyuuga. If she had missed out on the Hyuuga strength, charm, brains, and beauty, what made her think that she had received their grace and pride?
If she stayed any longer in Naruto's apartment, Hinata was going to maul something. So, with that reasoning in mind, she turned to leave, and opened the door to collide with a lot of bony shoulder and scruffy red hair. And remembered too late that the doorbell had been ringing for the past few minutes.
She stumbled back, and in the usual un-Hyuuga-like fashion, tripped over her own feet. After a moment of blankness, she found herself sprawled on the ground, and wincing from the sudden lash of pain, realized that the loud crack had actually been her head against the floor.
Dazed, and almost certain that she had a concussion, she gazed up at HIM.
That is most certainly NOT God, she told herself as her vision stopped exploding into fizzing white stars. But pretty damn close.
Hinata clamped a mental popup blocker on the strange, unwanted thought and stared up at Gaara.
He looked pretty much the same as he had yesterday, sleek, poised, and a little crazy. Funny how such a weird combination made him look so hot (again mental popup blocker to the rescue!).
Huh, well not exactly the same, his shirt is different, since last night he had thirteen buttons, Hinata thought, contemplatively, as she pulled herself up onto her elbows… and dropped back again to the floor.
There was no way in hell that she was going to think about how she knew that.
Lee-of-the-living-eyebrows looked in over Gaara's shoulder and began admonishing him for letting a lady drop to the floor. But Hinata could see, even from her position on the floor, that his face said, What lady?
Hinata cringed and tried to remember EXACTLY what she had done last night. Why did she have to forget the things she needed to know? Gaara brushed past her as she racked her memory, and Lee stooped to help her up, but she muttered a nervous "Thanks," and followed Gaara to Naruto's room (conveniently forgetting why she had wanted to leave in the first place).
Half an hour later found Hinata watching the door as it opened and the guy from last night stepped inside. His eyes first rested on her, sitting Indian-style on Naruto's bed, to Gaara, twisting backwards in a chair to scratch something into the wood with his knife, and finally to Lee, who was being whacked by Naruto for trying to make Naruto's eyebrows more substantial with a pen. His eyebrow elegantly arched into his hairline.
"Hey bastard, ever heard of knocking?"
Naruto was standing with his hands on his hips and glaring at Sasuke. "What if I wasn't dressed?" he shouted, flinging his arms around, his tone indignant. The look that appeared on Sasuke's face said exactly what he would have done in such a scenario.
Blushing, Naruto mumbled something, and dragged Sasuke outside, who by the distant look in his eyes, was still somewhere else.
"Lock up when you're leaving," Naruto said over his shoulder, throwing his keys at Hinata.
"Wait, won't you need them to come back in?"
"I don't think he'll need to," Sasuke, who was now back in the present, interjected smoothly and had somehow slipped an arm around Naruto's waist. With a smirk, he reached behind him and snapped the door shut.
The awkward silence they left behind was broken by Lee, who bounded to his feet and with a flashing grin and thumbs up sign, started saying something about friendship and love.
Until Gaara shot a vicious glare, and his knife, at Lee.
Authors Note: Pwahahah. So ends chapter two. Anybody still reading this? Sides me? The ending's crazily abrupt but I had no clue how to end it so yeah. You don't get any Gaara/Hinata interactions, well much at least. Yes I am an evil author. Either ways there is a lonely purple button on the bottom of the page. Go make it happy. (anybody besides me perverted enough to see how wrong that sounds xD)