A/N: Okay, I, Michelle, do not own Naruto or any of it's characters. Otherwise, Hinata would be my best friend, and Gaara would be my man-slave.

I stayed curled up in a small ball upon the Kazekage's bed. Well, it was not his bed, but a bed made for a guest. Ironic, how at that moment I felt more like an intruder than a guest.

I heard a knock at the door.

"Come in," I said in a feeble voice.

"Hey, Hinata! Long time, no see!" came the cheerful voice of my old friend, Sabaku no Temari.

She ran over to my bed, and jumped on it. Hugging me, she told me exactly how she felt about this whole incident.

"I'm so sorry you had to do that. Well, pinky deserved it anyways. I just wish it was me to put her in her place!"

God, did I miss that. No one else in Konoha could sympathize with me. Maybe it was just that Temari and I had something special. Was it because we were both considered nobles? Well, whatever it was, I was glad it was there.

She pulled away.

"Are you going to be okay?"

I looked at her and nodded.

"Good, because we need to start changing your appearance now. Not to upset you, but Konoha is sending some Jounin to scout out Suna. Yeah, great, huh? So, let's go!"

She grabbed my hand, and pulled me out of the bed. I looked down and noticed what I wearing. I blushed furiously. It was a very, and I mean very silk small white dress, held up with very thin straps. I let out a small squeak of surprise, and used the comforter to cover myself.

Temari giggled.

"Wow, it actually looks a helluva lot better on you, then it did on me!"

I looked at her in surprise.

"You're the one that gave me this?"

She let out a cheesy smile.

"Guilty!"

She grabbed the comforter from me, grabbed my wrist, and sped out of the room, me following her. She threw the door open, and we both ran straight into Kankuro. He fell to the other wall of the hallway. Sitting there in a daze, he saw the two of us. He was right about to start yelling at Temari, but then he looked over and saw me.

"Uh….hi Kankuro…"

He sat there with his eyes wide open, causing me to blush, not used to the attention. Temari giggled.

"Come on, before he comprehends what he just saw."

I had a ghost of a smile on my face. This was definitely going to be interesting.

When we had reached my new stylist's room, I was immediately bombarded with clothing.

"Gah! Temari-san! Too much! Too much!"

Temari let out a small chuckle.

"Eh heheh. Sorry."

She walked over to me, and helped me set them on the ground.

"Alright. Let's get you a new outfit for today."

It took us a whole hour to find the right outfit, but we actually settled on something. Amazing, isn't it? I put on a white skirt that came down to my knees, and a rather small white t-shirt that showed my toned stomach off. It was completed with black fishnets under the shirt, and black zoris exactly like Temari's.

"You look great!" she exclaimed, brushing my hair.

"Now, so you don't grab any unwanted attention, put these sun glasses on. We don't want anyone knowing you're a Hyuuga."

I quickly put them on, and followed Temari out the door.

"Later Boys! Don't burn, break, destroy, fight, put your feet up on the couch, tables, or do any of that stupid shit! Oh, and especially, don't try to cook anything!"

I giggled slightly, and we left to go get my contacts.

-Later-

"Okay, so what color eyes should we get you?" asked Temari, less than an inch from my face, staring straight into my eyes.

"I've go it!"

She snapped her fingers and walked over to the counter that was currently un-attended to.

"There!"

I looked to where she was pointing to inside the clear class counter. Inside was a pair of, is this the right term, gorgeous contacts.

They were purple with silver in the shape of a daisy around the pupil. Specks of bright green littered the purple at random areas in the circular plastic. Is that what they're made out of?

Temari motioned for me to put my glasses back on, and called over a worker.

"I'd like that pair of contacts, please," she said kindly.

"That'll be 400 yen, please."

"Wow, great price!"

"Yeah, nobody wanted them 'cause they stood out too much. I don't know why because I think unique is better, but hey, what do I know?"

The two laughed together, as the worker, who I noticed her name was Ren, handed her a small plastic bag with the box in which I would keep the contacts.

Shortly after, we headed straight for a ramen bar, and went right into the restrooms.

"Okay," said Temari determinedly, "You need to hold still while I put these in, okay, Hina-chan?"

I nodded my head to signify yes, and she quickly pressed her finger lightly against the smooth plastic surface.

She forced my head back, and lightly dropped the foreign object into my eye.

"Is it done?" I asked, not being able to feel it.

"Yeah, just let me get the other one."

I once again repeated the process with my other eye.

"Alright! Wow, Hina-chan! It looks great! It's beautiful!"

I looked at myself in the mirror.

"Wow…"

That was all I could say. I know I sound very egotistical, highly unbecoming of the Hyuuga heiress, but that's behind me, so it's safe to say that I looked beautiful.

I truly looked like I was born with those unique and beautiful eyes. The silver daisies seemed to brighten and dance as I looked in them. It was like I was supposed to look like that.

For but a moment I truly forgot everything that was Hyuuga. That was not my name. That was not my birthright. That was not me.

"Ready, Hoshi?"

I looked at her questioningly.

She merely smiled.

"Well, you needed an alias, and because I believe only the stars can compare to your beauty, why not name you after them?"

I felt as though I could cry.

She called me beautiful.

No one has ever said those words to me.

Accept for him.

I suppose I shall tell you of that later, when it becomes relevant.

We both walked out of the restrooms, me getting stares. No, not glares, actual stares. They actually thought I was worthy. Yes, that's right. Me.

We ordered Miso Ramen, and ate comfortably chatting with each other for about an hour.

"Alright, girly, time to shop!"

She quickly laid out the money for the ramen, and pulled me out. We quickly ran into a shop, going too fast for me to catch the name, and practically sprinted for the back of the shop. She stopped suddenly, causing me to basically crash into her back.

"Temari, what're you-"

"Shh… I'm taking in the beauty of your new ninja outfit…"

I followed her stare and ended up looking at the most revealing outfit ever. (The picture is on my profile. Go check it out.)

"Temari, I am not wearing that. There is no way!"

"Oh, come on. You need to look different, and here's your ticket!"

"No. I absolutely refuse."

-After Shopping-

I walked inside Gaara's, now my, house, wearing the outfit Temari had forced me to buy. I didn't feel totally comfortable in it, but at least I knew I looked good. Well, at least I think I did, judging by the looks Gaara and Kankuro gave me.

"Holy SHIT!" yelled Kankuro, spilling the glass of water and bottle of aspirin in his hands.

Gaara merely stared at me, eyes wide and mouth open.

We had gotten hair extensions, so my hair was now past my hips, and in two separate pony tails like Tsunade-sama. I wonder how she took the news of me leaving…

-Back in Konoha-

/Birds chirp in the backround/

"She WHAT!??!?!"

-Back With Hinata-

Hm.. I guess I'll never know.

A/N: I hope you liked it! I decided to lighten it up a bit with some humor, so I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!