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Bon Apetite :) Chapter Four is now being served.
Sasuke huffed angrily as he made his way into the school library, lack of sleep prevalent in his unruly—well, unrulier—hair and his low, tired eyes. He scanned the small library in search of a small nook to read in, away from any possible disturbances ranging from psychotic fan-girls to over zealous blondes. While searching for a place to research, Sasuke was met with a chilling stare from his classmate, Neji Hyuuga. Looking up and suddenly seeing seemingly dead white pupils alarmed Sasuke, but he refused to let any emotions interfere with the searing stare he was serving back to his peer. Neji was the first to break eye contact, rolling his eyes and sneering at Sasuke before turning on his heel and wandering into an abyss of shelves and large books. Sasuke quirked a thick, dark brow in confusion, wondering why the Hyuuga freak had suddenly turned cold towards him. Granted, they weren't the best of friends to begin with—in fact they weren't friends at ALL—but, he kept his distance and Sasuke kept his. I'll have to ask that jerk what the hell he was looking at later, Sasuke thought, sighing as he settled into a seat at a long, empty table. He attempted to take out his poetry notes and the poem he was left to explicate, but a wave of drowsiness slammed against him, causing him to slow his actions and slowly lay his head on the table. His arms followed in suit as he crossed them across the empty table top, resting his head upon his forearms and resting his eyes. I'm not falling asleep, I'm merely resting my eyes. I'm not falling asleep, I'm merely resting my eyes... Sasuke repeated this phrase until he successfully lulled himself to sleep. His thoughts were soon filled with a recap of the events that had taken place in his usually quiet home the night before.
Naruto furrowed his blonde brows as low as they could go, causing his cerulean eyes to take on a deeper shade of blue, a dark, evil hue. He was truly pissed at the conflict that had come to be between himself and his supposed best friend.
"Who in the hell do you think you ARE, teme?" he growled, lightly pushing his raven-haired roommate to conjure a reaction out of him. "You're mad because a girl looked at ME instead of YOU! Now you know what it's like when Sakura-chan literally drools over you without giving me the time of day!"
Sasuke closed his eyes and sighed, trying to control his wild temper and urge to sock Naruto in the face. "If you want Sakura-chan, you can have her. You two are a psychotic match made in Heaven... Well, in hell". He smirked with satisfaction as the dobe balled his fists, causing his tan knuckles to turn into a white color. "You barely know the Hyuuga girl; you should just stick with what you know." Sasuke soon found himself slammed against a wall, with the collar of his shirt gathered and pulled upwards by his royally pissed roommate.
"Teme! You're an arrogant little bitch, you know that? I swear I'll sweep her off her feet before you ever will!"
"What about 'Sakura-chan', dobe?" Sasuke mentally exhaled as the dobe's deathgrip on his garments loosened and finally released his shirt. Naruto then looked away, his whiskered cheeks flushed with anger and embarrassment for having such strong feelings for the pink-haired fangirl. He was obviously at a cross-roads, and Sasuke was in no mood for seeing the outcome of his deep thinking. Sasuke tugged the hem of his black shirt and shot a cold, red-tinged glare towards the dobe before retreating to his room, laying across his large futon. Just as he sat down, the dobe stood at his doorway, his usually childlike demeanor being covered by one of anger and frustration. Naruto gripped the doorway, his knuckles turning white from pure strain.
"Don't think that you can get everything in life so easily, Teme" the blonde said seriously, as he stared down into the battered, damaged yet proud obsidian eyes across the room. "Sure you have every girl, all the good grades, and all the friends you could get... but you don't have her. And Hina-chan, as simple and shy as she is... She won't come to you. You're actually gonna have to work and I don't think you can handle it". On that note, the blonde walked away, but not before slamming the door to Sasuke's room with a loud BAM. Sasuke stared angrily at the door, replaying the insults the dobe had just thrown at his ego. He clutched a black pillow on his futon and threw it hard, watching it rebound against the door before closing his eyes in attempt to sleep, having difficulty banishing thoughts of a pissed off blonde and a faint pink blush under warm lavender eyes.
Hinata turned on her heels several times, hands still clasped in front of her like a perfect diplomat's daughter, before heaving a heavy sigh and hanging her head low.
She was lost. In the school library of all places.
One minute, she was shadowing Neji's every move, following him as he acquired several large books to his liking, and even sitting down to read with him. She could sense that he was feeling slightly annoyed; just the day before he had said that he enjoys "alone time, and the complete solitude" that was South Konoha High's library. So she left him, feeling bad for intruding for so long. She first wandered around the excluded corner Neji was in, making sure that his messy brunette ponytail was still within view. She found herself surrounded by books of little to no interest of her. Economics? Political Science of Japan? This seems to be a little... dry, Hinata thought as she wandered towards the shelves labeled 'Arts'. A small grin made its way onto her pale face, as she delved into a world in which she was too familiar with. Shaw, Keats, Wilde, Shakespeare, Petrarch... these men comforted her and allowed her mind to live and explore when she physically could not in the Hyuuga compound. For years she'd been conditioned to not have a mind of her own, to look and to act and to live a certain way, to please Hyuuga-Corp's allies and her unknown, most-likely-business-related husband that had yet to be announced. Fed up with the harsh realities she had been forced to face at a young age, Hinata looked towards fictional worlds for comfort, thoroughly enjoying the elusive parables and romantic prose each author presented her mind with. These stories provided her with an escape from the mundane, and allowed her mind to draw conclusions and develop her own opinions of love, men, and the troubles caused by social stigmas and constantly reprimanded teens. She sighed contently, deciding to pick up a few of her favorites to peruse through before the beginning of the school day. She soon had a stack towering in front of her line of sight, which didn't appear to be a problem until she decided it would be best to sit down and read. Blindly, she made her way through an open space in the library, her wide pearl-like eyes fighting to see through dark bangs and around thick book spines and pages. Maybe someone will see me and stop to help, she thought, used to people wanting to eagerly be of aid to her, even when she usually wanted to figure out things for herself.
Hinata's trek across the library was ended quickly as the dull corner of a long wooden table connected with the heiress' pale, cream-colored thigh, evoking a small yelp of pain. Without thinking, Hinata quickly let go of her pile of books so her tiny hands could rub the soreness out of her newly bruised appendage. The books hit the table top with a loud thud, causing a deafening echo to reverberate throughout the entire room. Her face flushed red, eyes searching for anyone who could have witnessed her accident and realized that she was the culprit of the disturbance. Initially, she saw no one and sighed a sigh of relief, still feeling slightly embarrassed and fortunate that no one had witnessed a lady of pure grace screwing up so badly. She sat down, a smile painted subtly upon her face, and opened Shakespeare's The Tempest, one of her favorites. Just as her eyes skimmed the top of the title page, a flicker of black caught her eye, the color lying just above the outline of her book. She slowly peeled her gaze away from the worn, slightly-used pages to look for the source of the dark black color that clashed violently with the whiteness of the pages in her grasp. She quickly muttered something under her breath as she realized that the source of darkness belonged to a set of cold, red-tinged eyes.
She was in yet another staring match with Uchiha Sasuke.
And he looked pretty upset; his cheeks were lightly dusted with boughts of pink and red, most-likely out of anger.
Hinata wanted to do nothing more than crawl into herself as Sasuke stared her down, dark brows furrowed and face littered with lines and creases caused by his winkled coat jacket. Had he been sleeping? She quickly looked away and buried her now red face into her play, trying to coax herself into believing that he was no longer staring at her. She glanced at him over the top of her book, only to see Sasuke no longer looking stone cold and unforgiving, but vulnerable and well... normal. Lavender eyes gazed curiously at the seemingly dark figure that had begun to rub the sleep out of his eyes, yawning loudly and smacking his lips loudly once satisfied with his morning routine. She quickly looked down into her playwright as Sasuke moved to grab a pencil and several papers that seemed dangerously close to her collection of books. He's probably getting ready to leave, Hinata thought sadly, remembering how he had looked at her when they were first introduced in class yesterday. I was only in there for a matter of minutes and I had already did something to make him upset... I hope I can turn things around; the way Naruto-kun spoke of him.. he must be a good guy. Full, rose colored lips quirked into a tiny smile at the thought of the friendly blonde and his eagerness to welcome her to the then foreign class. Her happy thoughts were soon cut short as obsidian eyes bore into her once more, this time acting as a signal that their owner was about to speak.
"...Hyuuga. What all do you know of classic literature?"
Sasuke rarely had dreams. He didn't think it was a bad thing; this meant that he rarely had nightmares. He just saw the black and the haphazard patterns light produced behind his closed lids every night before sleep, and the yellow-orange color that caused him to rise in the morning alongside the sun. That is why Sasuke, though fully asleep and incoherent to the outside world, felt that it was quite strange for him to be experiencing a fictional event that would never come to be, a slight trick of the mind.
He was sure that it was a dream because he was talking to the Hyuuga girl, her eyes dancing with delight and face flushed with happiness as she chatted with him, saying sweet nothings into his chest where he held her. He also knew that it had to be a dream, a mere illusion because he was smiling. Not smirking, not grinning, but full on smiling. His unusually coy smile deemed to be infectious as she smiled into his chest, turning her head upwards so he could see her rose-red lips stretched comfortably across perfect white teeth, a white that nearly matched the pale hue of her skin. His smile then ceased, for he drew her closer toward his face, nearly planting a kiss on her round cheek. He got closer and closer, only to be stopped by a loud thud in the distance. This thud caused his dream world to shrivel up and fade away, becoming replaced by the regular yellow-orange light that usually meant that a window was near, and that the sun was shining down upon him. The sound continued to echo in his mind, causing him to jolt awake slowly, ready to face and silence the source of the sound. Sasuke sat up angrily, only to find himself directly across from who he recognized as an angelic being, the literal woman of his dreams. He could not see her glossy, pale orbs, so he was not entirely convinced that he was in the same vicinity as the Hyuuga heiress. She's bound to look over here soon, Sasuke thought as he proceeded to bore holes into her until she physically felt his stare. He tried to soften his glare, in hopes to get her to actually fall for him this time. He soon realized that he had not succeeded, due to the small "MEEP!" he heard from the heiress' pouty lips. Her lavender eyes became hidden from the world as she sought solace behind the frayed pages of her novel. Sasuke quirked an eyebrow, still staring intently at the petite figure before him. His eyes dropped slightly, glancing over the cover of the small book between her tiny hands. "The Tempest". Kurenai-sensei mentioned that—play I think? That's pretty advanced literature... So she's cute and smart... Sasuke felt his face begin to heat, hoping and praying to the Gods to spare him the embarrassment that a blush on his usually cold and stoic face would cause. He met her lavender eyes once again, looking curiously over the edge of the book, in search of some kind of emotion and forgiveness for her literal rude awakening. He quickly turned away, reaching for the ceiling and stretching before focusing on his poem that had yet to be annotated. He looked at the poem, re-reading the lines "Struck by those two lovely eyes that bound me; and blessed be the first sweet agony," while looking into the heiress' eyes. He felt his face redden further as a tiny smile graced her lips. He absentmindedly wondered what she could have possibly been thinking about. Did her thoughts involve him? Sasuke was convinced that she HAD to have been thinking about him, because all he could do was imagine her, think of her, dream of her. Maybe a conversation would help... It's not like I'm really liking her... I just need help with this stupid poem. She looks like she knows her way around a lovey-dovey poem... Sasuke's thoughts took over all functions of his mind, and he soon found himself looking into wide, watery eyes. He motioned to speak, taking note that her large, child-like eyes grew even wider in fear of what he might say; this slightly hurt him. He wanted to people to fear him, as fear leads to respect. He wanted everyone to feel this. Everyone but her. Disregarding the thought, Sasuke spoke clearly, in hopes that he'd get a response in the same sweet tone of voice that the dobe experienced first hand the day before.
"... Hyuuga. What all do you know of classical literature?" A blushed embellished the princess' face, causing Sasuke's stomach to lurch and his mouth to go dry. She lowered her book onto the table top, closing it tightly and rapping clear, manicured nails on the worn cover. She looked as though she was within deep thought, or possibly pretending that he had not just addressed her. Sauske rolled his eyes, regretting that he even initiated the conversation first. He rolled his eyes, sighing before returning his eyes to his blank paper. He heard a slightly frustrated sigh directly across from him, causing his dark eyes to quickly move towards the source of sound.
"...A-ano... I think I know q-quite a bit, Uchiha-san". Her long black lashes lowered towards the table top, as she looked at poem in front of the raven haired boy. He quirked an eyebrow as she blushed before reaching out for the paper. Her arms were too short, so she had to lean over the table, causing her face to come closer to Sasuke's than he could have ever imagined. He held his breath until she made it back to her side of the table safely, poem in hand and proud eyebrows furrowed in confusion and deep thought. Sasuke fought a losing battle with his emotions as a pleased smirk found a way upon his face.
"I have the highest marks in our class, but due to the fact that I excel in the sciences... literature and language have never been my strong suits...". Sasuke tensed at his sudden confession. An Uchiha never admitted defeat or showed any sign of struggle intentionally. He felt at ease as Hinata looked up towards him, her small rose-colored lips tipped upwards into an accepting grin, eyes creased upwards in happiness.
"W-we all have our faults, U-Uchiha-san. It's okay! I'm glad you've come to me f-for assistance... T-this just so happens to be one of my favorite poems..." She glanced down lovingly towards the paper, eyes dancing with a sense of excitement Sasuke had never witnessed, even after years of seeing the dobe get worked up over trivial, simple occurrences. "I-I could help explain the meaning if you'd like... It's a-actually a very l-lovely, romantic work. It's b-beautiful," the petite nymph said, eyes never leaving the lines on the paper she had learned to love. You're beautiful, Sasuke thought, before shaking his seemingly lovey-dovey thoughts as the Hyuuga girl rose from her chair, only to sit down in a seat right beside him. She slid the poem in between the two of them, hoping that Sasuke would begin to re-read the passage. Instead his eyes wandered over the petite being next to him. Though Hinata had very er, adult features, she was the same height and had the same dimensions of a fourteen year old. She had tiny arms and small feet, which were tucked underneath her chair and not touching the ground at the moment. He felt his usually cold heart warm as she wrote "Uchiha Sasuke" in elegant script at the top of his assignment. "Let's s-start with your name. I-it'd really b-be unfortunate if you didn't get credit for your work?" He nodded, enjoying her presence as she explained the poet's history, and how he often depicted his first feelings of love through complex poems and rhymes. "His descriptions were complex, to convey to his audience that feelings of love, much like prose, can be utterly confusing but enjoyable all at the same time". He jotted down notes on Petrarch's tone and distinct style as she spoke effusively of the poem's beauty, chiming in on his own opinions that seemed to please her heiress, because she was now gripping his right arm, face flushed and eyes dancing out of sheer happiness. "You can see the beauty of it too? Ahhh, finally, someone that gets it!" She smiled warmly, causing her eyes to crease upwards so all that could be seen were her dark, raven eyelashes beneath her low bangs. Sasuke felt the heat in his arm make its way to his face and suddenly remembered something the Hyuuga said yesterday after a multitude of introductions.
"You stopped stuttering," he tried to say nonchalantly. He felt his lips quirk up as she looked upwards in thought, blushing as she too realized that her speech impediment had lessened. Sasuke watched in curiosity as quickly withdrew her hands from his forearm, only to clasp her own hands and look down in pure embarrassment. She looked up at Sasuke sheepishly from beneath her bangs, unknowingly batting her eyes while attempting to form words and sentences.
"A-ano," Hinata started, forcefully closing her eyes as her old habit came back into existence. "It's because I'm not nervous around you anymore". She smiled, blush growing deeper as Sasuke's smirk grew into a full on grin.
"Well, I'm glad. Next, you should stop calling me Uchiha-san. Sasuke would suffice-" Sasuke was quickly cut off as a large bag flew across the table and slid to the ground. Both Sasuke and Hinata looked towards the backpack tosser, who was recognizable much to Sasuke's dismay and Hinata's content. A tall, burly blonde was headed in their direction with an award-winning smile on his face and eyes reeling with competitive energy and evil, cock-blocking intentions.
"Oi, Teme! Hina-chan! Goodmorning!" Naruto plopped down into Hinata's old seat, laughing at the look of pure disgust plastered on his best friend's face. "What are you guys doing here? Kinda looks like a date! A really, nerdy date!" His cerulean eyes gazed deeply into Hinata's white gems, trying to evoke a cute, embarrassment-fueled reaction out of her. He succeeded as she quickly stood up, backing away from the table and waving her hands furiously in front her of ruby red face.
"A-ahh! No! I was simply helping Uchi—ha, erm Sasuke-san with s-some homework! It's NOT w-what it looks like!" She shook her head, causing her voice to become shaky and her seemingly never-ending hair to sway from side to side, wrapping around her slender shoulders. She frantically looked at the mischievous grin on Naruto's face to the thin line that was once a ghost of a smile on Sasuke's face. Feeling highly uncomfortable, Hinata rushed towards her pile of books, quickly picking them up one by one before bidding a quick goodbye. "W-well, school should be starting soon! I-I think it'd be best if I find Neji-nii". She rushed off to find Neji, only to be restrained by a large hand that wrapped completely around her wrist. She traced the large hand back to Naruto, his whiskered face looking eagerly at her most likely red one.
"Hina-chan, I saw that cree—er, I mean Neji-san walking towards class! I know, I'll walk ya down there!" He stood up, swinging his backpack around his shoulders and taking the books out of Hinata's hands in one swift movement, leading her away from the awestruck and royally pissed Uchiha. "See you in a few, Teme!" Naruto sang, looking over his shoulder and winking as he led Hinata out of the large mahogany library doors. Sasuke could only watch their receding figures (well, mainly Hinata's), for he was still in shock from the blatant rudeness and clever thinking that came from the dobe. I guess he wasn't joking around... Hmmph. If the Hyuuga is making ME feel like this, I can only imagine how the dobe is. He must be head over heels by now. Sasuke began to pick his homework up and gather his things, preparing to leave the library before his fangirls appeared to follow him in the halls. He barely made it to the exit before he was called out by two shrill voices.
"Sasuke-kun!"
"Sasu-baby!" Sasuke briskly exited the library, in hopes of avoiding the girls all together. He was surprised, but not unhappy when the girls remained in the library, allowing for him to walk slowly and thoughtfully to class, so he could plan to remove the Hyuuga heiress from the dobe's grasp. Well, Sasuke thought with a slight smirk as he made his way into the classroom at least things have gotten interesting.
Back at the library, two girls of equal annoyance stood whispering angrily to one another, much like they did every day. One girl angrily pulled at her vibrant, blood-red hair, which explained why it was almost always askew by the time class started daily. "Did you see how pissed Sasu-kun was? What it something you said, pinky?" The jade-eyed girl Karin addressed had to use all of her inner strength to prevent her fist from landing on her pale cheek. Flushed with anger, the pink-haired motioned towards the door and both girls proceeded to leave. Once outside of the library's noise restraint, Sakura made her rebuttle.
"ME?" Sakura asked in anger, pink hair flying about as she yelled at Karin loudly, causing the redhead's glasses to sit crooked on her face. "YOU WERE THE ONE WHO CALLED HIM 'SASU-BABY'! IDIOT! Besides," she started, beginning to calm herself as she made her way down the hallway that lead to Kakashi-sensei's homeroom. "I think he was pissed at Naruto-ku—er, the idiot. He looked pretty chummy walking with that new skank. She's totally trying to play Sasuke, that bitch!"
Pushing up her glasses and smoothing down her hair before stepping into class, Karin shot Sakura a cold glance. "Play Sasuke? After what we told her? She wouldn't dare play with his heart or even LOOK in his direction after what she said. She doesn't know what she's about to get herself into". Sakura nodded and both girls made their way into the class, plastering on faux smiles and seductive looks in attempt to catch the attention of their mutual object of desire. Both girls soon noticed that their efforts would fail to be realized, for their beloved Uchiha had his eyes focused on the blushing bishoujo seated in front of him, who was currently being entertained by class idiots, Naruto and Kiba. Karin and Sakura watched in awe as Sasuke's fists clenched as Kiba grabbed Hinata's hand and knelt down, begging for forgiveness of his actions from the day before. Sakura let out a low growl, readying herself for confrontation but was stopped by Yamanaka Ino as she brushed by her and, while walking with (well, dragging) Shikamaru, made her way up to the Hyuuga girl, inviting her to accompany her on a school tour of sorts. Hinata, to the disgust of Karin and Sakura, blushed cutely and nodded her hair in agreement, her ebony locks of a midnight shade bouncing about her face.
"Damn," Karin said, in total awe as much of the class gathered around the new girl, happily engrossed in conversation and laughs. "... she's kind of popular, ne?" Sakura barely heard the question, for she had already walked away from the front of the classroom into the flood of her peers. After pushing several classmates aside, Sakura found herself at the heart of the classroom, surrounded by Naruto, Hinata and a seated Sasuke. Clearing her throat and flipping her coiffed bubblegum-pink hair, Sakura waited for recognition. Sasuke kept his eyes glued to Hinata, who happily greeted her.
"A-ano, Goodmorning Sakura-san! H-how are you? Where's K-Karin-san? I haven't g-greeted her yet". Sakura's demure facial expression soon turned into a scowl. That little WENCH! She tries to act so damn friendly! I know what she's REALLY up to, dammit! Sakura huffed her newfound nemesis, turning to Naruto for a boost of ego. Usually that idiot jumps at the opportunity to speak to me, She thought as she smiled happily at him, trying to overpower the sweetness that Hinata was giving off. She was soon knocked down even lower, as Naruto looked at her quizzically.
"Huh? Did you need something Sakura-chan?" The blonde looked at her in a seriously confused manner, raising both hands behind his head. "Usually you don't come over to me; n-not that I'm mad or anything!" A blush soon made its way onto Naruto's whiskered face, evoking an evil smirk from both Sakura and Sasuke. I've still got it, Sakura thought as she giggled coyly at the tan blonde, aware that she now had the attention of Uchiha as well. Naruto grinned warmly back, cocking his head to the side in curiosity. "Is something bothering you? You kind of have this crazy smile on your face Sakura-chan..." Sakura considered the idiot's question before shooting an evil glare towards the Hyuuga girl, whose rose red face was now drained of all color as jade eyes pierced through her wide lavender ones.
"Yes, Naruto-kun. There IS something bothering me..." Sakura nearly elaborated, in hopes of making Hinata squirm anymore but the bell sounded, and everyone rushed hurriedly to their seats, as if their instructor were about to actually show up on time. For the remainder of the homeroom period, both Sakura and Karin kept their eyes locked on the petite back of the class' beloved Hina-chan, as though their stares could somehow destroy her. If only, Sakura thought. If only.
"HINATA-CHAAAAAAAAAN!"
Hinata squeaked sharply as a loud, piercing, sing-song voiced made its way above the abundance of voices throughout the hallway. She turned around, only to see a long-haired blonde with a high ponytail rushing towards her, oceanic like eyes glowing with warmth. Yamanaka Ino, right? Hinata thought as the blonde finally reached her, currently attempting to catch her breath. "I found you! I've been looking all over they place! I sent Shikamaru to look too, but I bet he's asleep somewhere" Ino sighed and shook her head, causing her long blonde hair to swing about her waist. Let's walk around a bit! I'll show you some of the school that you haven't seen yet!" Hinata barely had time to oblige as she found herself being pulled outside two large double doors.
"T-thank you, Yamanaka-san! I did want to see some of the school's g-gardens!" Hinata crouched down closely to a large patch of gardenias and baby's breath, inhaling their clean refreshing scent. Ino smiled warmly next to her, happy to have pleased her new acquaintance with something as simple as flowers.
"Ahhh, it's nothing! And call me 'Ino,' or 'Ino-chan,' will ya? We're friends, not strangers or coworkers or something! This is usually where me and some of the kids from class like to eat or hangout after class! I just wanted to show you where it was so you could accompany us sometime!" Ino winced slightly as Hinata gaped at her in awe, a deep blush tinting her porcelain cheeks and tears growing in her wide, nearly white eyes. "Ehh? Was it something I said? What's wrong?" Hinata soon feel out of her stupor, looking down at her clasped hands, doing everything in her power to avoid Ino's gaze.
"N-no! Not at a-all! It's j-just... I'm not used to 'hanging out' or even having a 'girlfriend'. L-life b-before I transferred here was very... s-sheltered. I'm just really r-really happy! M-my apologies Yamana—er, Ino-chan". Hinata glanced upwardly towards her newly acquired friend from beneath her bangs, only to see her reaching for her to capture in a tight embrace. Hinata could feel her face grow warm, turning an unnamed shade of red as Ino squeezed her tiny cheek into her breasts.
"Daaaawww! Hinata-chan! You are so cute! We'll definitely be 'girlfriends', I can already see that you're a real sweet, chill girl!" Ino loosened her embrace and placed her hands on Hinata's shoulders, eyeing her like a mischievous child. "As my new found best friend, I do believe that it is only in order that you tell me things about yourself! So... What's your favorite food? Your favorite band? Your favorite color?" Ino giggled as Hinata furrowed her brow to seriously consider answers to her bombardment of questions. Both girls stood up, and began making their way back into the school to attend Kurenai-sensei's Literature class when Ino made Hinata stop in her tracks with one last question.
"Ah, Hina-chan?" Ino asked innocently, lips poked out in curiosity.
"Y-yes?"
"Who do you like? As in a 'he's so fine, I wanna date him!' kind of like? Naruto? Sasuke? From what I saw in class.. I thought you might be kind of sweet on one of em. Or the other way around!"
Hinata froze in her tracks, breaking out into a cold sweat and flushed face. "N-nani? I-I don't... What? What the—I barely know these guys! Home training did NOT prepare me for this! Hinata waved her hands infront of her face frantically, as if she could physically brush away Ino's question. Not minding where she was going, Hinata continued to freak out, until she was stopped by a tall, broad-shouldered baracade at the door leading to Kurenai-sensei's classroom. She began to fall backwards, closing her eyes and bracing herself for impact, but was caught by large hands wrapped around her left arm and waist before she could hit the linoleum floor. She opened her eyes one by one, only to see piercing black eyes staring at her from under spiky black bangs and a chiseled, Adonis-like face made of the finest marble only inches away from her own.
"Well, when they say girls in high school will fall for you... I didn't think they meant like this. You okay, Hinata-chan?" Sasuke smiled warmly at Hinata, in hopes that a smile would cure her of any feeling of shock or fear. Hinata felt that his words of reassurance were too much.
"S-sa...S-s-sasuke-kun? Ahh!" He frowned as a long sigh left the lips of his raven-haired damsel in distress. Her soft petite body soon went slack and heavy.
Mental note number one, Sasuke thought as he brushed past an awestruck Ino and made his way to the nurse's wing. Hinata Hyuuga is not the ordinary, cliché high school girl.
She doesn't get swooned; she just faints.
Soooooo! What'd you guys think? Sorry Neji wasn't in there much... I dunno why I didn't put him in there much... I love him. But like, I dunno. I suck at writing.
This is my longest chapter EVER!
Sorry for the delay. I got exams to do! And they have been the BIGGEST bitch!
I'll be grateful if ya'll read and review!
I love ya'll, my little cutie pies!
Until next chapter! Which hopefully won't take as long as this one lol -_-
Tah-tah!