Turmoil Chapter 2, a naruto fanfic

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"telepathy"

Chapter Two: Your Words

About halfway into lunch, Hinata abruptly looked up as Sasuke got up from the table and left. The others noticed her eyes following him as he left. "Don't worry Hinata. He said he had to go to the principal's office. Sasuke...likes to wander off."

Hinata nodded, then froze. "The principal's office! She told me to turn in my paperwork during lunch!"

"Paperwork?"

"My grades...and, stuff..."

"Err...I'm sure that can wait. I mean, she sure isn't going anywhere!"

"G-Gomen, I'll be right back."

Before the others could stop her, she had already flung her backpack over her shoulders, and was running to the principal's office. As she reached the principal's office, she paused outside of it to catch a breather. If there was one thing Hinata truly stunk at, it was anything and everything related to physical activity.

"But why are you so eager to change your first period Biology? During registration you were oracticaly begging for it because it fit your schedule." Unconsciously, Hinata leaned in close to the door with her ear pressed against it. Hey, we all get a little curious sometimes.

"I change my mind. There's too many...distractions in that class." Hinata lost strength in her knees and slid to the floor, still leaning against the door. It was distinctively Sasuke's voice...and she had a pretty good idea of who this "distraction" was...

"Oh come on, Uchiha. Uzumaki isn't that loud. Besides, I see here he is in your other classes, and you're not saying you want to transfer out of those."

"It's not him. It's...the girls. They keep staring at me like I'm some circus attraction. I get enough of that."

"Well can you blame them? You're a strapping young lad. If you want to get rid of your distractions wear a ski mask to school. I don't know, be creative. You're not in the top five of your class for nothing, Uchiha."

She could hear him practically seething with anger. It didn't make sense to her; yes, she had taken more than a 'quick' glance at him, but she wasn't oogling him or anything. What could she have possibly done to make him hate her so much? She was so lost in thought that she didn't hear the footsteps approaching the door. Next thing she knew, she went hurtling backwards and was leaning against his legs. Hinata looked up with teary eyes to see a surprised Sasuke. He opened his mouth to speak, but merely closed it and walked away, causing her to tumble into the office.

"My goodness, what are you doing on the floor!"

"I-I just came to give you my p-aperwork..."

"Are you okay?"

She nodded, handed her the packet, and quickly ran out, rubbing stubbornly at her watery eyes. He was just a boy; a cold, heartless boy. Why was he able to get to her so easily? And why did she let him?

Looking down at her watch, she saw that there was only ten minutes left of lunch, and she certainly didn't want to go back in there, not after he had seen her cry. Looking down at her schedule, she took her time in walking towards the gym.

As Hinata was halfway through pulling up her shirt, a girly high-pitched voice interrupted her, leaving her in an awfully awkward position with her arms still stuck in their sleeves. "So, I hear Sasuke-kun really hates you for some reason. Were you taking pictures of him too?" Hinata tried to took up at the pink-haired girl, but her tangled up shirt was obscurring her view.

"No..."

"Hm...well, don't feel too bad about it, okay? I mean, he made sure I wasn't in any of his classes during registration." She pouted at the last sentence. Hiata yanked the shirt over her head, pulling on her uniform shirt. While she locked her locker, she noticed that the pink-haired girl was waiting for her. Hinata quickly locked it and rushed to the end row where the girl was waiting.

"My name's Haruno Sakura, what's yours?"

"Hyuga Hinata." Now Hinata was finally able to get a good look at her. She was pretty, in that girl-next-door kind of way. Hinata's eyes bulged out at the length of Sakura's gym shorts; she had rolled them up as high as they would go, it's a wonder it covered her knickers.

As the two of them went into the gym, a fierce looking purple-haired woman was waiting for them. "ALRIGHT LADIES! My name's Anko, just call me Anko-sensei. Since I don't know all of your names, and it's the first day of school, just play some basketball. Most of the girls moaned, but Sakura was jumping up and down. Then she turned to glare at a blond-haired girl.

"You're going down, Ino-pig!"

"No, you're going down! And try not to crack to floors when your forehead comes crashing down!"

As Anko blew the whistle, the two of them were off, clawing at each other for the ball. Naturally, Hinata couldn't shoot a basket to save her life. She was especially uncoordinated today because her mind was so distracted. She couldn't stop thinking of the mysterious, cold Uchiha. No matter how many glares he sent her way, how he seemed so fustrated when she was near, she just...couldn't seem to hate him...

"WATCH OUT!"

A rebound ball came falling out of the sky, bouncing off of her head as she rubbed the sore spot. What a perfect way to end her day.

------------------------------------------earlier that day----------------------------------------------

Sasuke quickly walked past the female population of Konoha High School while he held his breath; God, did they just have to follow him? Gasping for air, he swatted his hands in front of his face, trying to rid the air of their curious scents. Individually, none of their scents did much to penetrate his mental state of focus. However...

they always had to flock together. Somewhere, he could vaguely smell something delicious behind him. He had to get out of their...

Despite their best efforts to get close to him Sasuke smoothly brushed past them and stepped into his classroom. Tenten and Naruto waved him over. "Oi teme. Kiba sent me an urgent message. He said he found someone with-"

All of their speaking ceased as an alluringly beautiful scent floated through the air. Kami, Sasuke had to clench his fists to keep from jumping out of his seat and pursueing whoever this enticing scent belonged to. "Kiba, what the hell are you thinking?"

Kiba steered her towards their desks; Gaara closed his eyes in concentration as Shino zipped his collar higher, covering his nose.

"I was thinking...she'll be next, moron. We all know it."

He locked eyes the silver-eyed girl and immediately knew it was her who possessed that mind-blowing fragrance There was no question. Her porcelain, ivory skin; earnest silver eyes, silky jet-black hair; round, innocent face. Merely looking at her caused her delicious, euphoric smell to intensify a thousand-fold; Sasuke quickly narrowed his eyes, trying to block out her mesmeric image. In all his years, he had surely experienced many intriguing aromas that had threatened to shatter his temptation, but never had he experienced something of this degree. Her smell; no, smell couldn't begin to describe it. This, this aura, this ambience was far more captivating than any he had encountered.

Her eyes were timidly exploring him, gliding over every contour of his face; he could feel it. Words passed through his ears, but he could no longer hear; could no longer process such trivial thoughts. All he knew, was he had to scare her away.

With as much hostility he could muster under such conditions, he glared at her. He mentally sighed with relief as she shrinked under his gaze and seemed to scoot away from him. Sasuke turned his head to the Sect; they shot him reciprocal looks.

"Kiba's right. We must look after her. Save her from 'him'..."

"We're treading on thin ice here."

"I know Sasuke, jeez. I'm not deaf, I can hear your thoughts you naughty boy! You're gonna give me a nosebleed here!"

"Naruto..."

"Guys, guys. I know this is dangerous...but what choice do we have? We made an oath, we signed it in our own blood."

"Blood you say?"

"Focus, man! We'll just have to...resist. Sasuke...keep your distance."

"...Sasuke?"

"I know."

For one and a half aggravating hours, he had to resist jumping on her. He was tensing and clenching his fists so tightly that by the end of class he was practically standing up. He leaped out of his chair like a panther as soon as the bell rang and didn't bother to wait for the others. He found a table in the corner and took a seat that was farthest from the rest. As she appeared into his range of vision, he groaned. Man, did he need a drink. Like the others, he pulled a travel-sized tumbler from a pocket of his black suede jeans and opened the lid.

"Mm...pig's blood." He closed his eyes in comfort as he gulped it down. It was the best substitute for the real thing, afterall. After chugging the contents of the cup down, he quickly got out of his seat and headed for the principals office. They told him to resist, but it just wasn't an option. Sasuke walked on, unaware that he was being followed.

"Tsunade."

"Now, that isn't anyway to talk to your principal!"

"Whatever. I need a schedule change."

"What? Why?"

"I just need to transfer out of first period Bio."

"Because I feel like pinning her to the floor and having a taste..." "I change my mind. There's too many...distractions in that class." Hinata lost strength in her knees and slid to the floor, still leaning against the door. It was distinctively Sasuke's voice...and she had a pretty good idea of who this "distraction" was...

"Oh come on, Uchiha. Uzumaki isn't that loud. Besides, I see here he is in your other classes, and you're not saying you want to transfer out of those."

"It's not him. It's...the girls. They keep staring at me like I'm some circus attraction. I get enough of that."

"Well can you blame them? You're a strapping young lad. If you want to get rid of your distractions wear a ski mask to school. I don't know, be creative. You're not in the

top five of your class for nothing, Uchiha." "Damn old hag."

As he opened the door, he froze as a small dark-haired girl tumbled onto his legs. He could feel a coldness inside the pit of his stomach as she looked up at him with those big, tear-stained eyes. God, they just made him feel so...crappy.

He wanted to reach down and pick her up, maybe hold her; no, that was too risky. He should have at least apologized, or said something, anything. But...

What better way to get rid of her than to make her hate you? So he did what he was good at...

He ran away...

That's all for now, thanks for reading! I'll update in a week or so