Shimi-chan: I still have a lot to write for this story. Will I ever post my other stories? I haven't even started on my Gaara Hinata fic. Yes, I was serious about that. Sigh…Oh well, at least you all like this story.

Some of you all asked questions, so I will take this time to answer them all.

To NinaWilliamsSilentAssassin: (Shrugs sheepishly) I dunno. I had planned on putting make-up on her, but I'm not exactly a make-up wearing girl myself so I didn't know what to do. Though, I agree, unless it's Halloween, I wouldn't put foundation on Hinata. If you like, you could help me with that. Put it in a review and I'll edit the previous chapter and add it in there.

…That was really the only question. I thought there were more…Oh well. Anyone who wants to help with the above, can. If I get more than one suggestion, I'll choose the best.

Chapter Six:

Itachi drummed his fingers over the hard counter top impatiently, watching Hinata and the crowd she'd drawn from across the room. This was not as much fun as he'd… actually he'd never presumed it would be any fun at all. But he didn't think it would be so utterly irritating either. And what made this situation even more unbearable was that he didn't even know why he was so anxious. It's just that watching Hinata flirt with his brother was almost too much to bear. Was he going to do anything about it?

Hmm, that required some thought.

Sasuke hadn't planned it to go the way it had either. He honestly had no interest in Hinata when he'd asked her to be his date whatsoever. Not even an inkling. To be frank, he slightly disliked her. But then again, he'd never seen her like this before. He was after all, a teenager in the prime of puberty. And when hormones came knocking, there was not a man alive who could deny them the pleasure of flirting. Especially with a particularly bashful Hyuga, who just so happened to look extraordinarily good at the moment.

His own smirk was widening as he inwardly basked in the flustered effect he was having on Hinata. "Are you sure you don't want me to teach you to dance?"

By now she'd blushed so many times that she was sure she could cook something on her cheeks. "N-no th-tha-thank y-you, S-S-S-Sasuke-k-kun …"

And if things weren't worse enough for the shy Hyuga heiress, Sasuke wasn't the only one with his hormones on auto pilot that night.

"How about you ditch this loser and dance with me, Hinata-chan?" Naruto said grinning widely.

She blushed harder, if it were possible. "U-um, -I-I-I, um…I…"

Knowing she would actually do it, Sasuke switched to possessive mode. "Get lost, dobe. She's my date."

"So?! She obviously doesn't want to dance with you!"

"Th-That's not…I mean, I-I-I don-don't know h-h-how to…"

Forgetting the irritating kitsune, Sasuke lifted her face to his. "Then we'll wait for a slow song."

She blushed. (A sentence the writer shall be writing a lot.) "…"

Neji miraculously arrived to aid his apparently mute cousin. "Stop touching her like that. You're making her nervous, and you're making me pissed."

Why the hell was everyone interfering with this?! It was his birthday, damnit! He'd asked Hinata and she'd said yes. And that, as far as anyone knew, was that.

"N-N-Neji-kun, it-it's really o-o-okay."

Neji and Sasuke were both surprised to hear her say that.

"A-After all…I-I-I d-d-did say y-yes…"

Sasuke tried his very hardest not to smirk arrogantly, he really did, but he failed miserably.

"You mean it's true, Hinata?"

The voice was none other than Sakura's. She was shaking with anger, Ino holding her back.

"Just drop it Sakura!"

"No! I will not! After all we did for you! We made you!"

"Sakura!" Ino smiled apologetically at Hinata. "She didn't mean that."

"Yes I did! I can't believe you would ask Sasuke out after you knew we liked him."

Sasuke opened his mouth to defend her, but Hinata raised a hand to stop him. "Its…I'll handle this." She stood and approached Sakura. The whole room tensed.

"Wh-What about you? You knew…I mean, you knew I liked…"

Sakura had in now way calmed down. "That's completely different! I don't even like Naruto!"

"Sakura, leave her alone! She probably doesn't like Sasuke either!"

"I…Why d-don't you leave…? I don't think…I don't think Sasuke-kun w-wants any d-drama…"

Sakura growled and then threw her fist at Hinata's face. Acting on impulse, Hinata ducked the punch and slammed Sakura on the stomach with an open-palmed thrust. The impact, as well as the unexpectedness of the action, sent Sakura flying across the room.

As soon as Hinata had done it, she blinked. "Did I…??"

The guests were in a state of shock.

"Wow…Hinata…Where'd you learn to kick ass like that?!"

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't m-mean to…"

Naruto grinned as he patted her back. "What are you talking about?! That was awesome!"

She blushed. "B-But, I…"

"Aw, forget about it. She got what was coming. Who did she steal from you Hinata-chan?"

"H-Huh?"

"You said she asked someone out even thought she knew you liked him. Who were you talking about?"

He really is very slow.

"N-No one…B-B-Besides, I-I didn't ask S-Sasuke-kun out…h-he asked m-me…"

"Hinata that was extremely inappropriate."

She turned toward the voice. "F-Father?"

He was standing there in all his old-man statue-like glory. "I didn't allow you to accept training from the Uchiha kid to use it on someone over nothing."

"B-But father…"

"No buts. I wish to speak with you privately."

Though extremely nervous, she nodded. "S-Sasuke-k-kun, c-can—"

"Sure, just hurry back."

She went out of the room with her father. When he felt they were sufficiently without any intruders, he turned to his daughter.

"I want you home."

She blinked. "Y-You…do…?"

"Your sister is very upset."

Oh, now it made sense.

Hinata, who had for a fleeting moment allowed herself to think he'd missed her, felt dejected. "I...I have not y-y-yet completed m-my training…"

Her father didn't even blink. "It matters little. Your sister thinks you left because of her."

"But…W-Why don't you j-just t-t-tell her I d-didn't…"

"We tried. She didn't believe us. You are going to come with me."

"I…I d-don't w-w-want to…"

"Why? Is what she says true? Do you really hate your sister so much?"

She shook her head. "N-No…"

"Then I don't see what the problem is."

"I-Itanii-san i-is still t-t-training m-me."

"And I just saw how well that was going."

She hesitated.

"You have until tomorrow to pack your bags and come back on your own. If you don't then I shall send Neji to pick you up. If all else fails, I'll go myself."

He turned and left a very hurt Hinata behind.

-

He searched easily above the heads of the party guests, looking for the dark blue hair he'd lost. Not to say he was climbing on top of chairs or calling out her name. No, he wouldn't put that much strain on himself. He was just glancing casually over the short people in the place looking for her.

God, he looked away for one second and suddenly she'd disappeared. Right after slamming the pink-haired kunoichi onto a wall, no less. That in itself was extremely uncharacteristic of her, but that didn't stop the smirk from forming on Itachi's lips when she'd done it. It turned out he wasn't training her for nothing.

But when he'd stopped being proud and looked back to acknowledge her, she was gone. She was nowhere within the crowd that had been there mere moments ago. He'd even spotted his brother, but she wasn't with him either. So now he was drinking in large chugs while glancing carelessly around whenever he could. Drumming his fingers so hard (not to mention for so damn long) that he's probably break them before the night was over.

Finally she comes back into the room, but she looked miserable. She went up to Sasuke, whispered something in his ear that made him turn serious. He nodded, and she went to say what seemed to be 'goodbye' to everyone so she could go home.

She glimpsed in his direction and locked eyes with him. She looked like she wanted to cry, but at least she wasn't actually doing it. He tried to soften his stare, but it came out in a glare anyway. He'd tried, right? But weakness was weakness and he couldn't get over that.

Suddenly, the power came off.

Hinata clutched the skirt of her dress for a moment, surprised by the abrupt obscurity, yelping not quite as loudly as some of the other guests. She sighed the quick pace of her heart out of her body and turned to leave before being grabbed at the arm by someone and yanked forward.

The next instant she was in someone's tight embrace. Warm, labored breath was felt on her lips, sending heat to her face and the quick beat she'd gotten rid of mere moments ago was back. She was about to question who it was before the warm breath was replaced by warm lips. Her eyes widened at the unwanted gesture as she tried to fight the stranger off, but to no avail. Then, just as soon as the man had come, he was gone, leaving Hinata standing perplexed and mortified.

The lights came back on.

There was no one in front of her.

Hinata tried to steady her beating heart, but it was not nearly as easy this time. She stood, just staring ahead of herself for the longest time, before being snapped out of her trance by Kiba. She took one last look around before saying her final goodbye's and going back to the Uchiha house to pack.

-

Oh shit, shit, shit, shit. Why the fuck did he just do that?! He ran a hand through his hand as he tried to steady his heart. His heart was beating quicker than normal. His heart was beating quicker than normal. When the fuck had that started happening?! Did he have a fucking heart condition?! Or maybe he was mentally retarded for doing…that.And she'd tried to fight him off.

Did he really blame her? She hadn't known who it was. Or maybe she had. Which one would be worse? He wasn't entirely sure. And that!! Since when had he not been entirely sure about everything?! Who was she to come and disrupt his life?!

Oh shit, why the fuck did he do that?

Shimi-chan: So…What do you think? And...forgive the language. It just seemed to suit best.