Naruto observed as Hinata stirred the cake batter briskly in the bowl. Her posture as always perfect. It was interesting to watch her move around, fast, and precise, but there was something honest about her as well. She was in her element.

"Naruto Kun, can you pass me the spatula?"

He looked at her inquisitively as the spatula was right next to her on the countertop. She watched him, smiling kindly in encouragement. Little pervert, rolling his eyes with a smirk he passed it to her, their fingers touching for a split second. He felt...cold and slimy, like a bucket of ice water, was doused over his head. But she smiled at him so warmly. Something was very wrong with this girl.

She spooned the batter into the pan, placing it in the oven in a matter of seconds. She always was a fast worker. With a sigh, she took off her apron. "Mind setting the timer for 25?" She asked, hopping up onto the countertop next to him. "Sure no problem."

"You know y-your great at taking orders Naruto K-Kun"

Wait… what did this bitch just say? His eyes snapped to the right, Hinata twiddled idly with her fingers, glancing up at him from under her bangs shyly. She scooted a bit closer, her hip ghosting his. "It's just I always took you as the leader type, not an f-follower"

"I'm not a follower Hi-na-ta." He frowned, emphasizing every syllable in her name. Where'd she get the gal to even say that to his face? She averted her eyes again, a blush running up her neck. "Sakura says otherwise." She muttered under her breath.

It happened so fast, one minute he was looking at her, the next his hand was around her neck, his eyes red.

"Watch your tone you little witch." He growled, "I follow NO ONE."

Her blush practically engulfed her face as her eyes rolled up and up to the back of her head. "N-naruto Kun" She practically purred. Her lips parted just a bit, a soft whimper escaping their grasp. He yanked his hand away as if he'd been burned. He'd forgotten she was a fucking psycho. "Hot issue?" Hinata smirked, her eyes still hazy from being choked out.

"Shut up," Naruto growled. Glaring at the other students in the class who were now observing the two curiously, thankfully the teacher had stepped out before he snapped, he didn't want to get kicked out of the university for assault. Hinata rubbed her neck, a small smile still on her face. "I can help you know."

Why was she even saying anything? It's not like he could help even if he wanted too, his contract wouldn't ever allow him to disobey his master. "When I do, I want something from you…"

"What?" Naruto eyed her warily. Sure he'd let the little Hyuuga girl free him, he wanted to be free, that was a no brainer. But, Hinata was quite...conniving, of course, she had an ulterior motive. Hinata closed the space between them he created earlier, her lips a hair's breadth away from his ear. "A-a-a-a k-k-kiss, and yo-your t-true love." She pulled away as fast as a lightning strike, her red face buried in her hands out of embarrassment. He eyed her cautiously, watching as the girl squirmed under his scrutiny.

"A kiss?"

"And true love!"

"Hinata are you trying to make a deal with a demon?" He scooted closer, a hand on shoulder beckoned her to him. He smiled, revealing the sharp glint of his teeth. Demons were made to devour. "That's not very wise." He smirked, blowing air into her bangs revealing her trembling eyes. Hinata bit her lip, her eyes shifting back and forth, trying to focus in on him but hesitating. For such an evil bitch, Hinata was unbelievably shy. It was almost cute.

"I'd do anything for you Naruto Kun." Her hand snapped like a viper over his own positioned on her shoulder. Boldy she met his heavy gaze, "Anything."

They were so pale, the only distinction between the iris and sclera was a hint of lavender. A student walked past and he observed as her eyes followed the boy's path. Inching rather and farther. Her eyes moved to much, a little too far in that skull of hers. They snapped back meeting his gaze once again and Naruto never felt so sick in his life. She was...scary. Pretty but scary indeed. He must say, he was a bit impressed with the girl.

"Fine." He pulled back, noticing how her grip tightened a little too much as he pulled his hand away from hers. "If that's all you want. I'm happy to!"

He hit her with that signature Naruto grin and watched as she practically melted at his feet.

"Oh, Naruto Kun!" She cried, practically trying to jump on him but he put his hands out, conveniently landing on her rather large assets (score!) "After you free me. A deals a deal." He smirked, giving them a squeeze. Hinata jumped back, blood trickling down her nose and her face a furious fuchsia. "Y-yes" She whispered from somewhere hidden under her bangs.

His phone timer went off and conveniently their class time was also over. Hopping down from the countertop, he grabbed the tray out of the oven, presenting the perfect chocolate chip muffins to the girl. "Good job Nata!"

"Y-you think s-so?" She asked, watching as he stuffed one in his face, the heat of the scorching hot muffin seemingly unfazed him.

"Hell yea these are great!" He looked down at her appreciatively, a cheeky smirk working its way across his face, "You've got nice muffins Hinata." He smirked at her blush.

Grabbing 2 more muffins from the 12 cup tray, he scooped up his backpack. "I guess I'll see you later tonight then Hi-na-ta."

"Y-yup!" She smiled, her eyes filled with hope as she watched him leave the classroom. He waved over his shoulder in acknowledgment.

Silly girl, Naruto thought, taking another bite out of the muffin. Demons can't love anything but, he'd let her believe it if she wanted too. As long as she freed him. Stuffing the rest of the muffin in his face he sighed. God damn, she was good if witchcraft failed she'd have a career as a pastry chef. He was tempted to finish off the last muffin but decided he'd save if for lunch. Honestly, he should've taken the whole tray.

Halfway to his locker, he couldn't help himself, shoving the muffin down his throat in a frenzy.

Wait a minute…

He looked down at the empty wrapper filled with muffin crumbs. He felt his heart drop in his chest.

"THAT LITTLE BIT-"

Sasuke watched idly as people walked around the park. A coffee cup lay in his hands snug, its warmth feeling foreign to him. He was going through the motions. Doing everything like he usually did. Get dressed, eat breakfast, get his morning cup of coffee at Joeline's cafe. But his clothes felt listless on his skin, they held no warmth. Not that he was cold. And his breakfast of cereal tasted like runny egg whites, his favorite brew of coffee like tap water.

And despite all this, he couldn't find it in himself to care. A mantra had formed itself in his mind to keep him sane it seems. Hinata's blood over and over and over again, his thought process nothing more than a swirling vortex of water going down the drain. He pictured her blood in a cup but that didn't feel right. A glass decanter felt sexy but a little over the top. He bit his lip. He could imagine it rolling down her forehead, over her lips, into her eyes...actually no that was a bit scary. Deciding to scrub clean the picture of pearls dripping in blood he focused on a different image. Like bloody nipples. Yea that's hot, blood ghosting over a perky pink nipple.

He jerked suddenly as a new, better image entered his mind. He didn't realize his hand had crushed the foam cup in his hands, the hot liquid felt like nothing more than a warm towel as it spilled all over his pants. Hinata, leg's spread wide in front of him...blood spilling from her… her… Woah. Looking down he noticed he was sporting quite the erection. This was good though. He had barely felt...anything in weeks. But this was a start in the right direction. He just needed Hinata's blood, then he'd start to feel again.

He looked down at the broken styrofoam cup, he missed coffee… probably.

His boner didn't last long now that his concentration was broken. Straightening himself up he made his way back home. His pants were soaking wet and the frost of the morning should have left him shivering. He could feel the cold a little. If he focused on it really hard, it translated more like a breeze more than actual 55-degree weather. He didn't need to change, but appearances must be kept. Checking the time on his watch he bit his lip in anticipation. He had Piano with Hinata at 2:30 then he would get to see her again at 6:00…

Just a few more hours and the game could begin.

A/N: iK IK sorry for the overdue chapter but I'm back! Midterms were on my ass but I've gotten through the worst of it so I should be back to updating regularly!