Well, this is the second chapter of my debut fanfic!! I really like to write so I feel great right now. Thanks for all the wonderful reviews I got. It really meant a lot that you told me what you thought. It's just inspired me to get this out sooner. The last chapter felt long and drawn out, though. But that was my fault. I hate expositions and setting up the story, so it must have shown a lot in the last chapter. Did it? Tell me what you think about that. Anyhow, since some of the stuff is out of the way, this chapter will be a little easier to write. But I do have another question. Was the last chapter too long? It just kind of felt like it.

Oh never mind. Please enjoy!

Thanks!!

-fallen.angel

P.S. I forgot. Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

What You Don't Know

Hinata had never felt so awkward in her whole entire life. She had no idea what to do. She was standing in the bedroom of the Sasuke Uchiha. She was staring at (or sort of trying not to) the bare chest of the Sasuke Uchiha. And for once her eyes were not trained over the ramen – obsessed Naruto Uzimaki but on the (she had just discovered) extremely hot Sasuke Uchiha. And what was even worse was that she had the unwanted feeling of screaming like one of Sasuke's obsessed fan girls. She felt the screams and the giggles at the back of her throat threatening to take control of her whole entire being. She couldn't believe it. For heaven's sake, she was not a lovesick little girl. Sure she couldn't form a coherent sentence around Naruto, but she had never felt the need to express her love for him by shouting herself hoarse with love. And what made the whole entire circumstance even weirder was the fact that Sasuke (the Sasuke Uchiha) seemed to be focusing on her more than anyone else in the room. He wasn't looking at the passed out Sakura on the floor who still had one hand pressed dramatically to her oversized forehead. And he certainly wasn't scrutinizing Naruto who just seemed totally unmoved by the whole thing. No. He was staring at her. Just her. And for some inexplicable reason, Hinata Hyuuga, famous for not being a fan girl, famous for her bizarre crush on Naruto, famous for her usual indifference to Sasuke Uchiha was feeling a strange sense of pleasure in her heart.

A few minutes later, Sasuke was fully dressed, his two unwanted guests and their interesting friend were waiting downstairs, and he was doing something he had never done before: he was twiddling his thumbs with nervousness. He was actually nervous. He was never nervous. Not once in his whole entire life. He had felt anger, rage, and depression when Itachi had murdered his clan. He had felt loneliness, sadness, and despondency at the thought of never seeing his parents again. But never, not once had he felt nervous about anything. He had been through so many nerve racking missions. He had survived numerous attacks to his mind and his soul and his body. So why was the simple thought of going downstairs to see people he didn't care for in the least making him so damn scared? It couldn't be the fear of Sakura's random fan girl attacks and it definitely wasn't Naruto. He was used to their antics and while he found them to be extremely annoying and obnoxious, he was certainly not scared. So the only logical explanation was that he was scared of the Hyuuga girl. He never stared at anyone like that before. He had never felt a burning desire to know anyone before. And he was terrified (much as he didn't want to admit it) that these feelings were here to stay. Something told him that he would be seeing a whole lot more of the girl in the near future.

He shook his head to clear his mind and plodded slowly down the stairs to meet his visitors much as Shikamaru would. And just like Shikamaru always said, he thought wearily, "How troublesome."

Meanwhile in a distant faraway place, someone was plotting slowly. He could see everything that was going on in Konoha. He could see Sasuke staring fervently at Hinata Hyuuga. He could feel her blush but he could also feel her secret pleasure. He could see Sasuke sitting in his room, postponing going down to see his friends. He could see Hinata sitting with Sakura and Naruto fiddling with her oversized jacket and then when she grew tired of that, she started twirling her recently grown out hair. He could sense their apprehension about the new feelings they were experiencing quite suddenly.

He was watching them through their own personal water bowl. Sasuke's was roiling with black water and Hinata's with a frosty cream color. He chuckled. All of this was his doing. He liked to see them so vexed. This was his form of entertainment. But this was also serious work for him. He knew that what he was doing was going to be important. What he was doing would determine not only the fate of the young ninjas but of possibly the whole entire world. He had to be extremely careful.

However…

He was a fun and playful person by nature. He liked getting into trouble. He was just a mischievous being. So he carefully got up from his bowl – watching position and navigated the rows and rows of bowls on shelves. He finally found the shelf he was looking for. This was not full of bowls but of tiny little bottles. He moved them out of the way very carefully, searching for the one he would need to make the current situations more interesting. Aha! He finally found it. It was the smallest one and fill of pink liquid. He smiled in satisfaction. He had been saving this bottle for something really special. And damn it, this was special. He twirled it lightly around in his very adept hands and then tossed it in the air with sheer glee. Life was good.

He carried the mysterious bottle back to where he had been watching the two teens in their respective bowls. Sasuke was now plodding slowly down the stairs and Hinata must have heard his footsteps because she was trembling in her seat. He cackled with pure mirth. This was going to be so much fun! He sat down in his seat and uncorked the little bottle. He stirred its contents idly with his fingers waiting for perfect the perfect timing. Sasuke had just come off of the staircase landing and was approaching Naruto, Sakura, and Hinata. This was his perfect opportunity. He poured a little of the pink fluid into Sasuke's bowl and watched as the water flared pink before turning into turbulent black again.

Then the man with the mysterious bowls and bottles settled into his comfort zone to watch two sixteen year olds make total fools of themselves.

Hinata was feeling a sinking sensation in her stomach. This couldn't be happening to her. She was supposed to like Naruto. Naruto!!! Not Sasuke Uchiha!!! What happened to her individuality and her crush that she had had for years? She didn't want to morph into another one of Sasuke's groupies. She was her own self!! Her own person!! And what about Sasuke? He wasn't that great. He had no personality. He was just a cold heart throb. He probably thought so much of himself. He always had all the girls on top of him. He probably had nothing else going for him except for his looks. (Which Hinata was trying to not think about too much). She sighed and shifted in her seat. She took a look around her. His place was just what she had thought it would be. Clean, orderly, and rather bear. He really hadn't done any decorating. But Hinata wasn't really expecting anything else. Then she turned her head to Naruto and Sakura. Sakura (whom they had recently revived from her Sasuke – induced faint) was almost leaping out of her seat at the prospect of being in Sasuke's house.

And Naruto?

Well, it was pretty obvious there were only two things in his head: Sakura and ramen. Hinata was probably the farthest thing away from being in Naruto's mind. Hinata sighed again. Maybe she should think about moving on. After all, if Naruto hadn't noticed her by now, chances were that he never would. The thought saddened her. If she let go of Naruto, she would be letting go of a part of her that she had known for years. And necessary as the change might be for her well being, she couldn't help but be down about it. And then she thought about Sasuke. She had felt so pleased when he had looked at her with such intensity in those onyx eyes. She had felt so warmed by it. Even though Sasuke was usually a cold person. So the question was: Did she have feelings for Sasuke Uchiha?

But what was really bothering her was the fact that these feelings were so out of place and random. One day, she was totally unmoved by the raven haired teen. She still wanted Naruto to be hers. She had still admired his bright looks and his even brighter personality. And the next day, what was she doing? Going ga-ga for someone who she barely knew. It just didn't seem right.

Sasuke had almost made it down his extensive staircase. He had never walked slower in his whole entire life. He didn't want to face anybody. Except for that is the Hyuuga. It was so strange. One minute, he was completely and totally crush free. (In fact, he had never fancied any of the girls in Konoha). And the next, he was interested in someone whose first name he did not even know. It was all very unnatural.

Hinata watched Sasuke carefully amble his way down the stairs.

God, he could not get any slower, she thought crossly.

And then something weird happened.

As Hinata was watching Sasuke, his eyes flashed pink. She thought she was going mad. But it was definitely there. They were coal black. And there for one split second, they were pink. Bright pink. She was sure she had seen it. And after the flash, Sasuke wasn't going slow anymore. In fact he was rushing down the stairs so fast that he wasn't even seeable. She watched his slight blur as carefully as could be. She watched him rocket down the last two steps and skid to a halt. Sakura leaped up excitedly and rushed over to Sasuke's panting form.

"Sasuke-kun! You've come down to see me!" she exclaimed in her trademark squeal.

But Hinata was shocked to find Sasuke barging right past a perturbed Sakura and over to her. His ebony eyes bored straight in to her snow white ones. Hinata gasped. She was suddenly overwhelmed with an intense feeling of passion. She couldn't tell whose it was. She couldn't tell whether it was her own or if it was Sasuke's bleeding over into her. Wherever it came from, it was there and taking up quick residence in her chest. She tried to breath but she couldn't because suddenly, two strong were wrapped around her waist and pulling her closer towards the body.

And then?

Well, the unthinkable happened.

Sasuke Uchiha kissed Hinata Hyuuga.

She could feel unfounded passion run through her body from his. The soft curve of his lips and the magical warmth shot through her body so that she couldn't move. But somehow her arms found their way around his neck. She pulled him closer and deepened the kiss. She didn't want that feeling of light and heat to go away. She felt his arms curl up and around her back and then back down to her waist. This was enthralling. And she could feel that he wanted this too. She could feel everything else fade into oblivion except for the touch of lips on her own.

Sakura could feel her heart breaking. Everything that mattered to her was shattering into a million little pieces. For the past few years, her whole entire existence had been dependent on getting Sasuke to notice her. She had tried her best in everything that she did. Every morning, she would raid her closet for hours searching for the outfit that was just right. She'd then proceed to spend another hour applying her make up so it would bring out her eyes and disguise her giant forehead. And then she would spend more time on her hair. Everything had to be perfection or Sasuke would never notice her. She'd get up at three o'clock in the godforsaken morning to go through the whole ordeal. And what did Sasuke give her in return?

Nothing. Nothing but a cold stare every day and then a few hard words to try and discourage her.

But she had never minded because she believed that Sasuke would come around someday. And then he chose another. And just like that, everything for Sakura was over. With just one action. With just one kiss. Everything that Sakura knew. Everything that she had come to love was done. She could feel the hot tears brimming at the brink of her eyes. No! She would not cry. She would not let Sasuke see that he had broken her. She wouldn't give Hinata the satisfaction of winning. She would walk out with her head held high.

And that she did.

It was only when she got onto the streets that she broke down and sobbed her heart into the cold and seemingly unforgivable afternoon air.

Naruto watched the scene unfold with amazement clear in his sky blue eyes. Sasuke and Hinata? It just didn't compute. He wasn't one for thinking too deeply about anything. He usually just went with things and did whatever the situation demanded. He scratched his head in befuddlement. He had no idea what actions a circumstance like this required. Sasuke was sucking Hinata's face off and Sakura had gone running.

That's it! His slow brain screamed. You have to go and comfort Sakura!

He bolted from the absurd scene and he ran outside to find Sakura. A few minutes later, he found her in a park sobbing so hard that her whole entire body shook. Naruto's heart clenched with pain for the pink haired girl. He loved her. He loved her so much. And there she was sitting there, broken and ruined. It was his fault. It was all his fault. He did this to her.

"Sakura-chan?" He slid quietly next to her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. And for once she didn't object. She just leaned into him and sobbed her heart into his jumpsuit.

Naruto held her, stroked her back, and just tried to be as supportive as possible. But somewhere deep inside himself, he felt a rage as big as any sea start to coil around him. Sakura was in pain and seeing it made him angry.

Sasuke was going to pay for this.

Sasuke was entirely unaware why he was doing this. And honestly, he didn't care. He was enjoying this way too much. He loved having her little body in his arms. He loved the feel of her kiss and he was loving this moment. He didn't want it to stop. He wanted to stay in this second forever.

And he had completely forgotten that he didn't even know her first name.

In the room with shelves and shelves of bowls, the man laughed, chuckled, chortled, and guffawed.

Everything was going exactly as planned.

So what do you people think? I think things are happening a little too quickly!! My head is spinning. Ok, I need feedback people so please tell me what you think of the sudden developments! I'm so happy that I already have ten reviews. So that's why I'm posting this. And for the people who like this and are going to come back: My "muse" is fully functional and ready to get going. (Unlike some people I know :) )

Thanks!!

-fallen.angel