Whoot.

Changed the title last week. I'm feeling pretty good.

I am thankful for the few reviews I got. x3

Ehhh, I was thinking about that "Hinata-sama" thing and decided it made much more sense with a car accident instead of a war. War seems too dramatic.

Anywayz, I don't own.

Chapter 4

Hinata couldn't think of anything but Kiba. The day was spent in a daze; she would ask herself all these questions, and try to find reasonable answers. Why did he do that? Was she really being so annoying? Or was it really an excuse to touch her? Would he actually want to? And why did it feel so weird? She was more confused than she had been that morning.

Having virtually nothing (important) to do when she got home from school, she resorted to doing something unimportant. Log onto the computer and check email. She didn't usually – never felt like she had to because nobody cared to send her anything – but desperate times call for desperate measures.

She was surprised when she saw an email from Sakura, sent a few minutes earlier. Sakura had left the subject line empty, but Hinata had a good feeling she knew what the message was about. And to think she had almost forgotten. The topic had merely been pushed to the back of her mind… while Kiba dominated the rest.

Hinata opened the memo.

Hey guys,

The dates are set now. On Saturday, we can meet at ((insertrestaurantnamehere)) at 6 pm. I attached some directions. And after that, we can go to my house and hang out. (:

Hinata and Ino, I'll call you guys.

Sakura

'Saturday…' Hinata thought about the date. It was Tuesday, so Saturday was 4 days off.

Ah, yes. She still had to ask her father if she could go. She had almost forgotten that, too.

Before going to her father's office, where he spent most of his time, she looked at the list of people Sakura had sent the message to. Ino, Naruto and herself. Sakura probably figured Ino would get Shikamaru or Chouji to go, while Hinata would bring Kiba, who might tell Shino. Hinata guessed that there weren't going to be many people, merely the few in their little group of friends. Sakura thought big parties were boring.

Next, Hinata looked at the attatchment. It was a sketch Sakura had drawn (there was a cute little heart and smiley face where the final destination was) and scanned. Hinata printed it.

Finished with the computer, she turned it off left her room. Off to see her father, Hyuga Hiashi.

The door to the office was closed. As usual. Hinata tapped her knuckles against the it.

"Come in," Hiashi's low voice commanded. Hinata set her hand on the doorknob when all of a sudden, the door opened itself! No, it was only Hinata's younger sister Hanabi slipping out of the room. Hinata wondered why her sister had been there, though she was fully-full-on aware that Hiashi held Hanabi on a pedestal high above Hinata… in his mind, of course. They were probably discussing Hanabi's "future" in the "family business", since she was always so interested in it and Hinata wasn't. The Hyuga's made glasses. (LOL)

After Hanabi squeezed by, Hinata entered the room and bowed. She straightened up and waited for him to speak to her before she said anything.

"What is it you are here for?" his eyes were firm as they bore into Hinata's matching pair.

"Sakura is having a…" Hinata thought of an appropriate word to use, "sleepover next Saturday, to the following Sunday. She wants me to go. M-may I?" She always tried her hardest not to stutter in front of her father.

"Has she told you who else will be attending?" he asked.

Hinata nodded. "Yes…" it wasn't really lying if she didn't tell the whole truth, was it? "Ino."

"That's it?"

Hinata nodded again.

"Go ahead," and he waved her out of the room, his cold white eyes returning to the papers in front of him.

"Thank you," Hinata repeated the low bow and left, softly shutting the door. That was easier than she had anticipated. He didn't care as much as she had anticipated.

- - -

"Hinata, are you sure that's the right answer?" Kiba said, glaring at the equations on the paper. It didn't make sense to him. He tossed his notebook over their legs to the white-eyed girl. There was a big question mark occupying the only blank space at the corner of the page.

He and Hinata were sitting on opposite ends of a bench with their backs against the armrests and their knees bent at the middle. They were reviewing their math homework that Friday afternoon after school and before the weekend started. Hinata's pink flip-flops overlapped the toes of Kiba's worn-out tennis shoes, just a little.

"Yes, Kiba-kun, I am," she smiled at him as he looked at her, appearing very puzzled, "Here. See my work." Hinata tossed his notebook back over, and between the pages she wedged a piece of paper with numbers and arrows scribbled everywhere. He barely caught it.

"I still don't get it," he muttered, comparing the neat handwriting on her notes to his messy script. Then he slid off his side of the bench, notebook in hand, and kneeled next to Hinata.

The bench was close to the ground and Kiba wasn't exactly short. On his knees, his head was right alongside hers, breath mingling. He set the notebook on her lap and pointed to one of the problems. His fingers feathered over her knee and Hinata blushed from the contact.

"What is that supposed to mean?" his nose scrunched up, as if it disgusted him.

"W-well…" Hinata didn't get far in explaining. Her phone rang just in time. She fumbled through her backpack to locate the source of the upbeat ringtone.

"Hello?" 'Pfft,' Kiba thought, 'girls and phones."

"Hey, Hinata-chan!" Sakura's voice was on the other side, high and excited. "Can you come over now? Ino-chan's here already."

Hinata recalled that Sakura had wanted her to go help her solve the timeless question of "what to wear" with Ino.

"I'll be right over." Sakura hung up before Hinata could say goodbye. She turned to Kiba. He rolled his eyes playfully.

"U-um… We can m-meet up again l-later," she said, "I have to go now." she returned all her school supplies and her cell phone to her backpack, and stood.

"Bye, Kiba-kun." Hinata waved and strode away.

"Later," Kiba remained by the bench and watched her walk to Sakura's.

The distance was short. A few blocks later, Hinata was at the porch of Sakura's house. She pressed down the little white button, doorbell, and could hear a "Ding, ding, ding, ding…" and the sound of eager footsteps pounding down a staircase.

Sakura swung the door open with more force than necessary, startling Hinata. She had never seen her so amped up. Ino was standing behind Sakura, with an ear-to-ear smile.

Sakura's bright green eyes glittered with happiness, "shall we begin?"

Whoa, it's been loooong since I last updated.

This chapter was boring. Boring and short. It'll get better, though. I have plans... I'm just a bit slow.

- jiao

PS;; it's 1:32 am. my lack of life is almost funny. well, time for bed.