A note from the author: Hey guys. Thanks for reading! You've been really supportive. I've had this written for a while, but I wan't satisfied with it. Sorry if it's not that great. WARNING: Yuri and lime. Do not read if this offends you! Also, the couple in this is a once-in-a-lifetime kind of thing It is NOT permanent. Sorry if it's dissapointing!
I do not own Naruto. Here's Neji with a rap to prove it.
Neji: No.
NAS: Yes! You promised!
Neji: I never promised. You tied me up and forced me to say yes.
NAS: Pshh. Details.
Neji: I will never rap
NAS: Do you want...tomatoes? Oh wait. That's Sasuke.
Neji: *activates byakugan* Never compare me to the Uchiha!
NAS: Okay, i've got to deal with Neji, He's a tad bit sassy at the moment. Enjoy!
I'm not insane, I'm just NotASquare
3 NAS 3
When she got back, Hinata was waiting for her. Her shy friend hugged her tightly the second she opened the door. She was sobbing.
"S-s-sak-sakura, I'm a f-failure! I couldn't e-even t-tell them what's w-wrong with m-me!" Hinata was shaking so hard, Sakura had to pull her towards the bed. She undressed the hysterical girl and tossed her a T-shirt. Hinata barely managed to put it on through her tears.
She tucked Hinata into bed hoping the sheets would act as comfort. She didn't know how to calm the girl, so she didn't try. Sakura dressed in her own night clothes, pulling off Hinata's gown. With a sad smile, she folded the maroon dress on top of Hinata's bag. The sobbing quieted, and when Sakura went to check on her friend, she was sound asleep.
Sakura felt very, very old. What happened to caring for herself? Sakura was stuck mending her friends when she was broken as well.
Sometimes Sakura would imagine herself as a boat with a hole in it. People took refuge on the boat, not realizing it was sinking. She would try to tell them but no one would listen. Why did she always end up dragging people down with her?
Sakura sat in her own bed, curling the sheets around her. She wondered how one day could seem like a million years. She thought of her new friends and the people she had yet to meet. Mostly she thought of Sasuke. She thought of his hair, his skin, and his eyes.
His eyes. From a distance they were large and black, but close up they were an ocean. He had the deepest eyes she had ever seen. She could see snippets of his past, his future-everything. She wanted to see more, but at the same time she was scared. In his eyes she saw an unimaginable struggle. She saw pain, suffering and hate. The worst of all was loneliness.
Sakura wanted to help people. She had always dreamed of becoming a doctor, ever since an elderly woman died from a heart attack before her very eyes. She was helpless. All she could do was watch the crippled form of Ms. Baker convulse on the floor. Sakura hated being helpless. From that day forward, she had vowed to help people no matter what. She was eight years old. Her dream was crushed the second she dropped out of high school.
Naturally, Sakura felt the need to help the raven-haired boy. She knew he would push her away, but it was worth it. She needed to keep her promise. She had promised to help people, and while her career as a doctor hadn't worked out as planned (She had saved a man from choking on a blueberry at IHOP) she still wanted to help others.
As Sakura lay gazing at the cabin's wood ceiling, she made yet another promise. She would help Sasuke Uchiha if it killed her.
Hopeless Hinata
Hinata Hyuga was always overlooked. She was rather plain looking, in her opinion. Her eyes were white, her hair black. She was nothing special.
Hinata was born to an upper-class family. Her father was a wealthy businessman and her mother was a loyal wife. Hinata loved her younger sister, Hanabi, dearly. Her family was relatively happy despite slight financial troubles later on. It wasn't until Hinata's 15th birthday that everything went downhill.
It was a tradition in the Hyuga family to purchase their oldest child a car at 15 rather than 16. Hinata was elated when she saw her brand new Rolls Royce sitting in the driveway. Her mother had insisted that she take it for a test run. She had just received her learner's permit, so she wasn't the best of drivers. No one could have predicted what would happen on her first drive.
The dark-haired Hyuga woke up in cold sweat. She'd been dreaming about the accident again. With a sigh, Hinata pulled herself out of bed and stumbled towards the bathroom. She paused briefly to watch her roommate. The pink haired beauty was sound asleep, snoring softly. Hinata noted that she looked happiest unconscious.
Hinata liked Sakura a lot, but it was obvious the girl was in over her head.
Maybe if she didn't have to babysit you, she'd get better. A lot of people would benefit if you just disappeared.
Hinata sighed. Her inner self wasn't very nice. The shy teen made her way into the bathroom to brush her teeth. She was shocked to see her reflection.
Her eyes were bright red and puffy, making her look insane. Her lips were covered in crusted lip gloss, her cheeks were stained with mascara drippings, and her nose was crispy with dried mucus. Not to mention her hair. It was flying every which way, making her wish she had kept it short.
She must have been staring at herself in the mirror a while, more out of embarrassment than vanity, because a certain pink haired teen had awoken and joined her in the bathroom.
"Hey Hinata!" Sakura yawned, giving her friend a small smile. Hinata could tell it was fake.
"H-hello Sakura. Um..can y-you help m-me?" Sakura turned to Hinata, giving her a puzzled expression. Hinata shrunk away, her confidence draining.
"N-nevermi-"
"Sure. What do you need?" Hinata pointed towards her face. Sakura let out a small laugh, making Hinata flush scarlet.
"No problem. It seems your eyes are a bit puffy from crying. I know how to cover that up." Hinata didn't miss the underlying meaning of her words. She had a feeling Sakura had learned from experience.
"T-thank you, Sak." The pink haired teen pulled out a small makeup bag covered in little red cherries. It was empty besides a tube of mascara, makeup remover, and cover-up in a palette of different skin tones. She gestured for Hinata to take a seat on the counter.
Sakura leaned in, carefully wiping the makeup from underneath Hinata's pearl eyes. She picked the lightest color of cover-up and gently dusted it onto her pale friend's face. She moved expertly around Hinata's eyes, making the puffiness disappear. When Sakura was finished, the only indication that she had been crying was a slight pink coloring to the whites of her eyes. Satisfied with her work, Sakura ran into her bedroom to retrieve a brush.
Hinata waited, anxious to get the tangles out of her hair. After a quick brushing, Sakura tied a navy blue ribbon through Hinata's hair.
"Well, I covered up the puffiness. I'll go get Ino to do your make up. Wait right there!" She raced out of the room, leaving the petite Hyuga on her own. She walked to her bag and pulled out her cell phone. She had twenty-three new messages. They were all from Neji.
Sender: Neji Time: 9:23 PM
Did you make it back safely?
Sender: Neji Time: 9:28 PM
Hinata. Respond Now.
Sender: Neji Time: 9:31 PM
Your father won't be pleased when I tell him what happened at Confessionals. Reply and I may leave out some details.
The texts continued on like that until almost midnight. Hinata panicked. Her father could not know about her fleeing from the campfire. She scooped up her cell phone and dialed the only number in her contacts. He picked up after one ring.
"Hinata, I am disappointed in you."
"I-I Know N-neji! P-please don't tell f-father!"
"I am not sure what my next course of action will be. You were given a cell phone for a reason. Use it. If you were injured, I would be punished."
"I'm s-sorry Neji."
"If it is done again, expect consequences."
"Y-yes Sir," There was a brief pause, "Um N-neji?"
"Yes?" Hinata took a deep breath.
"W-why..." She squirmed, unable to get the words out. "Whydidyoulieatconfessionals?!"
"Talk slower."
"I-I said, Why d-did you lie a-at Confessionals?" Silence. She heard a beep. Neji had hung up.
With a sigh, Hinata pulled on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. She made her way back to the bathroom and sat on the counter, feeling very much alone.
Ino burst through the door quiet suddenly, making Hinata jump. She'd been deep in thought, and hadn't expected the blonde's sudden entrance.
"Hey bay-bay! I heard you are in need of my fabulous makeup expertise. Never fear, Ino is here!" She stormed into the bathroom with a huge smile on her face and about a pound of makeup in her hands. Sakura started to walk in, but Ino shooed her out.
"Get out of here! I need room to create my masterpiece." Sakura rolled her eyes. Ino was a very 'bubbly' person. Sakura grabbed her purse and opened the front door.
"I'm going to go for a walk. Don't make Hinata too slutty." She had no idea…
Sakura shut the door behind her with a click. Ino smiled, pulling out an assortment of eye shadows. She picked a small packet labeled 'Smoky Eye'.
She approached Hinata with a small makeup wand and leaned in close. Hinata studied her face through one eye as Ino made-up the other. Suddenly, Ino stopped. Hinata realized she was staring back at her. There was something strange about the look her blonde friend was giving her. Hinata was about to ask when Ino leaned in closer.
Hinata's eyes widened as Ino's lips brushed against her own. She smiled at Hinata, and kissed her again, this time with more ferocity. Hinata didn't know what to do. She liked the sensation of Ino's lips against her own, but it was Ino. Hinata did the only thing she knew how to. She kissed back.
The kiss started out gentle- especially from Hinata's side- but Ino became impatient. She swiped her tongue against Hinata's lower lip, asking for entry. Hinata allowed it. She enjoyed the tingly feeling of Ino's mint breath spray.
It wasn't clear how they ended up on the bed, but Hinata found herself pushed against the headboard with Ino's fingers knotted in her hair. They paused briefly, both gasping for breath. Ino leaned in with a seductive grin on her face.
"I want to make you feel things you've never felt before." She whispered into Hinata's ear, "Is that okay with you?" Hinata felt an unfamiliar burning in her stomach. She nodded quickly; ready for whatever Ino was going to do. Ino let out a small giggle before speaking again.
"This is going to be fun. Lay back, Hinata." Hinata did as told. Ino crawled up closer, swinging her legs so she was sitting across Hinata's crotch with one leg on either side. The burning in Hinata's abdomen was unbearable.
"Can I take off your shirt?" Ino whispered with a sly smile. She knew from the look on Hinata's face what the answer would be. Hinata flushed as Ino lifted her T-shirt over her head. She crossed her arms over her bra, feeling self conscious. Ino purred in delight.
"You're a big girl. Did you know that?" Hinata shook her head, feeling embarrassed.
"Relax. Now tell me," Ino licked her earlobe, "Are you a virgin?" Hinata nodded again, afraid to speak. Ino's smile grew.
"Good. Now it's time to say goodbye to the bra." It was then that Naruto walked in.
"Hello?! Is anyone here? I was wondering if you had any ramen. I'm starving and teme ate the last package." He didn't notice the girls frantically separating from each other. He didn't even notice the shirtless Hinata plowing under the sheets for cover. Naruto kept on blabbering. "It was tomato flavor, which is the worst kind if you ask me, but at least it was ramen. Hey, you guys have a nicer room than I do. I bet you have a bigger bathroom too. Teme hogs the bathroom every morning. He's like a woman!" There was an awkward pause.
"So, I guess you don't have any ramen?" Ino sweat dropped.
"No, Naruto. We don't have any ramen. Now would you please leave? You could've knocked, you know." Naruto stared at Ino blank-faced.
"Oh. Okay. Bye!" Naruto flounced out of the room, leaving the girls in uncomfortable silence. It was Hinata who broke it first.
"'Uh I-ino?" Ino sighed.
"I know what you're about to say. I'm sorry; these hormones are driving me crazy. I didn't mean to kiss you or… do other stuff." Ino smiled sheepishly, making Hinata blush. "I hope I didn't steal your first kiss. I'm bisexual, by the way, if you didn't catch that already."
Hinata glanced at the saddened blonde. No, she didn't want her to be unhappy.
"I-it's okay Ino. Y-you didn't steal m-my first k-kiss." Ino looked relieved. "I-I'm not b-bisexual, but I k-kind of enjoyed it" Hinata blushed. The blonde smiled at her, taking it as praise.
"That's called experimenting. It was fun, Hina. If you ever change your mind-or shall I say sexuality- I'll be here." She winked at Hinata before collecting her makeup and walking out the door.
Hinata lay on her bed, her head dizzy with thoughts. She liked Ino, but she didn't like Ino. Or at least that's what she'd thought before... the incident. She wondered if the pleasure she'd felt was Ino or the excitement of sex in general.
Before long, the Hyuga felt her stomach grumbling. She was about to leave the house when she caught her reflection in the mirror. One eye was outlined in black while the other was makeup free, and worst of all; she wasn't wearing a shirt. For the first time in a long time, Hinata laughed. It wasn't just giggling either. She found herself hysterically laughing, rolling back and forth on the cabin floor. She was laughing so hard that tears had found their way to her eyes.
She finally stopped. Pulling herself off the floor, she dusted off her jeans and found her discarded T-shirt. She pushed it down over her head and made her way to the bathroom. She rubbed the caked eye shadow off her eyes and continued to the door. It was getting close to dinnertime and Hinata hadn't had lunch or breakfast.
She found herself alone at the camp's cafeteria. Most of the food was picked through, but she found a decent ham and cheese sandwich. She picked the closest bench and sat down. Busy eating, she didn't notice the boy until he plopped down next to her.
"HI HINATA!" The blonde boy smiled brightly, practically screaming his greeting. Hinata jumped.
"Inside voice, Naruto." A voice came from the kitchen. It sounded like Tsunade. Hinata scooted away from the loud-mouth.
"H-hi Naruto," She found herself staring at the boy. He was very attractive close up. His blue eyes were nothing like Ino's. Ino's were sly and confident while Naruto's were innocent and a bit…insecure? No, that couldn't be right. The boy was like a self-winding windup toy. Maybe there was more than meets the eye.
"…and then I said 'YOU'LL NEVER CATCH ME ALIVE!' and started running. It would've worked but my pants were still around my ankles so I tripped down the stairs." Hinata hadn't realized he was talking. Whoops…
"Hey, I think there's something in your hair. Here, let me get it!" Naruto brushed back her hair and removed a piece of lint. Hinata blushed deeply.
"Are you okay? You look kind of red. Maybe you have a fever. Oh! The nurse taught me the easiest way to tell if you have a temperature. It's like this!"
CRASH!