A/N: Hey guys, back with another chapter.
Huge thank you to all my readers and an enormous thank you to my reviewers.
Sorry for updating a week later than usual but I've been pretty busy lately so I haven't had much time. I think the next chapter might be late as well cause I have an algebra exam on Friday and I need to study because I suck at algebra.
I'm sorry for not replying all your reviews but I really do appreciate every single one of them! One of you requested that I add more description in my writing and I've tried to add more details in this chapter, I'm horrible at descriptive writing (I'm more of a story teller) so I'm really sorry if you can't tell the difference but I did try my best
Oh yeah, I forgot to warn you guys, This fic contains Sakura bashing and if you don't like Sakura bashing then you might not want to read. It's not that bad but I just felt like I should warn you cause I don't read Hinata bashing fics.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, if I did, Tenten would have a last name.

I peer through the glass window of the classroom door, eyes darting suspiciously around the room. The class is almost completely full, students casualty chatting to each other, some scribbling in their exercise books and other blankly staring into space; probably thinking about lunch. Hmmmm….I scan all of the faces, a lot of the faces are familiar but have no names attached to them, there is a delightful absence of arrogant dragons. Yes! No Uchiha in sight! My math class is a dragon-free zone!
"Hinata, let's sit next to the window" Ino tells me as she tugs down the aisle of desks, leading me to a desk that gives a great view out of the window.

A woman gracefully trots into the room, she carefully sets a few folders onto her bulky wooden desk which is piled up with unorganized files and sheets of paper. She frowns at her cluttered desk and stacks some of the files and folders on top of each other to make room for her own folders.
She has jet black hair, flowing down to her shoulder in waves. Thick black lashes frame dark crimson eyes, which are the exact same shade as her lipstick.
She looks strange but pretty nonetheless, I'd say she's in her late twenties.
The woman turns her attention to the class and claps her hands together.

"Okay, open your work books to page thirty seven, today we'll be starting up on algebra" She begins as her crimson eyes flicker to me
"You must be the new girl, if you have any trouble don't hesitate to ask me, I'm Kurenai sensei" She gives me a warm smile and I return it shyly as I open my book to page thirty seven.

The equations are familiar and I sigh with relief. I already learnt this while I was attending Suna. I lean back in my chair and stretch my arms, fists curled up into balls. I like this math class. Nice teacher, easy work and most of all, no bothersome dragon's. It seems as if all day I've been lumped together with the bastard and it's good to avoid the urge to knee someone in the groin.

Thump.
I feel something connect to the back of my chair, causing the back rest of the chair to bump against my spine.
Oh, the person behind me must have accidentally kicked my chair.
Thump.
There is goes again, maybe they want something from me. Wait, if they want my attention they could just tap me on the shoulder. Maybe if I ignore it, it'll go away.
THUMP!
Ouch, that hurt that time!

I twist my head around to see a girl with bubble gum pink hair and emerald green eyes glaring at me. Her face is pretty caked with make-up, she looks like a freaky doll with those unnaturally pink cheeks and her eyes that are almost drooping from the amount of mascara and eye shadow she's heaped on.
Her foundation is cracking underneath her glare. Gross.
"You were PE partners with my Sasuke-kun" She hisses and I frown.
Thanks for the reminder Pinky, I really want to remember the awful discussion I had with him.
"Yes, I was his PE partner" I reply patiently and politely.
Maybe if I'm polite enough she'll leave me alone.
"Don't think you stand a chance with him, I saw the way you were staring at his abs" She continues, as her eyes examine me carefully and she wrinkles her nose in revulsion.

My eyes widen in shock. How many people saw that?
"No, you've got it all wrong. He was showing me how to do the sit up's properly, I was examining his stomach muscles to see how he did it so well" I defend myself and the girl scoffs.
"Whatever, anyway, stay away from him. You don't stand a snowball's chance in hell with him so you may as well back out now. Sasuke's mine" She sneers and Ino scrapes her chair around to join our conversation.

"Leave her alone Sakura, she's not even interested in Sasuke and even if she was, she's allowed to go after him"
Pinky scowls at Ino and Ino scowls back.
Wow. I never knew Ino could be so scary.
So this is Sakura? I know now what Ino meant by evil psycho bitch.

"I'm just warning her that's all, wouldn't want a puny little girl like her to get her heart broken" Pinky pouts, mocking me.
Puny little girl? The nerve of her! I'm no weak little girl, this girl's basically begging me to rip her nose off!
Sakura notices my irritation at being called a little girl and she smirks.
"Ugh and those bangs, they make you look like a twelve year old" She remarks and I feel frustration rising.

Before I lose my temper Ino steps in and rests her hand on my shoulder to sooth me.
Oh yes. Keep calm Hinata.
Pinky enjoys stirring, don't let her stir you.
She's just like the dragon…Hmm…Maybe not quite like the dragon, more like a wicked witch of the west.
Yes, a wicked witch of the west. Perfect.
Oh, that reminds me. I haven't thought of a title for Ino yet. Ah, she can be my pixie.
She sort of suits it with her mischievous smile and platinum blond hair.

"At least her face doesn't look like it's being raped by crayons. If wore any more make-up your face would probably fall off" Ino retorts.
Thank you Ino, you are a true friend.
"Shut it Pig, this is between me and vampire girl here"
Was that a jab at my pale skin? And she called Ino a pig!
Ino? A pig? Her figure is almost perfect and she eats healthily as well.

"Ino's no pig, just cause someone doesn't want to be a stick doesn't make them a pig. Besides, doesn't anorexia make you incredibly flat chested?" I retort, making a point by gesturing to her chest which has obviously been stuffed with tissues or breast-enhancing cups.

Sakura is visibly fuming and her eyebrows look like two skinny pink caterpillars kissing.
I can see her hand shaking as if she's debating on whether to slap me across the face.
Before she can gather her thoughts together I swivel my chair around and face the front, ignoring her completely. If she hits me I might not be able to stop myself from hitting her back, it's best to leave when situations like this appear.
Ino slides her chair back into place and grins at me.

"Her vein looks like it's about to pop out of that huge forehead of hers" She chuckles.

I quickly sneak a glance behind me to see Sakura who's glaring holes into the back of my head.
"If she doesn't stop looking at me like that, people are going to think she's constipated"

Ugh, I'm so glad my first day of school is over!
I flop onto my bed and bury my face into the lilac and cream coloured pillows.
I'm still not completely used to my room. The two theme colours of my room are Lilac and cream. I have a large study desk in the corner with my laptop resting on top it, a walk-in-wardrobe with racks and racks of my clothes, a super king sized bed piled up with cushions and pillows, a flat-screen TV pinned to the wall and a cabinet full of my trophies and medals (Mostly from MMA).
Yes, I am living in luxury!
I hate to admit it but this is a lot better than living in a cramped apartment with my Mum, Hanabi and I. Sharing a room with Hanabi is annoying because she'll raid my closet, steal my clothes, then spill chilli, pumpkin soup, mustard or any other substance that is impossible to un-stain on it.
Now that I live with Father, I have my own room and Father gave us an all expenses paid shopping trip for Christmas so I have endless amounts of clothes.

I'm gonna get some rest, after today I deffintly deserve it.

Without bothering to change out of my uniform or close the curtains I let my eyes drift shut and I try to think calm, relaxing thoughts.
I can just imagine what my ideal life would be like. I'd live in a castle with my Pixie and my Prince, the wicked witch would be my slave and the Dragon would be trapped in the dungeon and everyday I would go down to the dungeon and taunt him. Yeah….that would the life.
Whilst thinking of some of the chore's I'd make the wicked witch of the west do Hanabi bursts through the door in her MMA training gear her fists raised triumphantly in the air.
"Hina-chan! Get into your training gear, we're going to the gym!"

I reply with a muffled groan as slam the pillow over my head. Hopefully she'll get the message.
Hanabi marches over the side of my bed, she rips the pillow from my grip.
"Father said you have to come cause he's not giving us private lessons anymore. We have to train with the rest of his class" She says, tugging at my blazer.
"I don't care. I'm not training now, I'll just get Neji to train me later" I mutter before rolling onto other pillow.
"Come on Hina-chan! There'll be cute guys there and we can perve at them together!" Hanabi pleads and I roll my eyes. Typical fourteen year old behaviour.

"I wouldn't care even if Taylor Lautner was training there! I'm going to sleep!" I declare stubbornly as I jam my face into a soft pillow.
Suddenly Neji marches into my room.
I really need to get a lock installed on my door, or at least a 'NO HANABI'S OR NEJI'S ALLOWED' sign.
"Hinata! Get up! We're going to your father's Mixed Martial arts class!" Neji orders and I cross my arms.
I ignore him and pretend to be asleep.

Neji sighs.
"If you're not coming to training then I'll have lots of time to talk to your father. And who knows, I might slip up and accidentally inform him about your attraction to the orange idiot"
I remove my face from the pillow to scowl at him.
"You wouldn't…"
"Try me"

I groan as I lift myself up from the bed and shoo Neji and Hanabi out of the room so I can get changed.
I quickly plug my arms into the holes of my training singlet and slip on training shorts before gathering up my MMA gloves and mouth guard.
Making sure I have everything I need I hastily head down the carpeted stairs to meet Hanabi and Neji, who are waiting impatiently in the living room.

"Your father's already at the gym preparing for class so I'll drive"

I never expected the Martial arts training area to look like this. There's a separate room for fighting which is sealed off and only entrance to Martial arts students is permitted. The floor is padded with gym mats and there is a MMA ring plonked in the centre of the room which has red and blue ropes and black turnbuckles.
There seems to be a wide assortment of training equipment organized in a shelf in the corner of the room and lining the walls are punching bags.

"Listen up class! I'll split you into partners to train with!" My father's voice bounces off the walls.
"I've rearranged the pairs completely since we have two new students joining us, who happen to be my daughters" Father gestures to Hanabi and I and his students all sneak a glance at us. I frown.
We're the only girls in this class!

"Hinata, you train with Sai and Hanabi, you train with Konohamaru" He commands.
"Eh? Hiashi-sama! Why do I have to train with a weak girl?" A fourteen year old boy with tousled brown hair complains, waving his arms around dramatically.
"Never underestimate your opponent, I'm sure Hanabi will prove quite a handful for you" Father replies in his usual stoic manner.
The boy known as Konohamaru crosses his arms and mutters something about not wanting to verse a stupid girl.

Hanabi has her hands clenched into fists, she hates it when people call her weak.
"I'm gonna pound him into the ground" She mutters before stalking over to Konohamaru who is waiting for her impatiently by a training mat.
I glance around the room.
How am I supposed to know who Sai is?

I feel someone tap me on the shoulder.
Must be my partner. I turn around to see none other than the Dragon himself.
Sasuke Uchiha.
He's wearing standard MMA training gear and his hair is in the usual duck-ass hair style.
"Uchiha? What are you doing here?" I ask dumbly.
"Idiot, what do you think I'm doing? I'm training, your father's my teacher" He replies rolling his obsidian eyes.

"I never knew Hiashi was your father. It doesn't matter though, you're clumsy and fragile so you won't last long in a real fight" He gives me a smug smile and I grit my teeth together.
Oh what I would do rip that smirk off his face right now.
Suddenly a boy that looks oddly similar to Sasuke appears before me. The only difference between him and Sasuke is his paler skin, his slightly more slender figure and a normal haircut.

He smiles at me.
"So you must be Hinata. When Hiashi told us his daughter would be joining the class I didn't expect them to be this good looking" He says in a charming voice as he examines my face.
I feel a faint blush appearing on my cheeks and Sasuke frowns at Sai.

"You're such a kiss up" He sneers and Sai sticks his tongue out at him.
"You're just jealous that I have Hinata-san as a partner and you're stuck with Fish-boy over there" Sai retorts as he points to a white haired man in a purple tracksuit.

Sasuke mumbles something under his breath as he storms off the join the white haired man in training.
Sai tilts his head and looks at me expectantly.
"What school do you go to?" He asks as he fixes his inky black eyes on my face.
"Konoha High, I just started today" I reply and he raises two delicate eyebrows.
"Me too, It's a shame we aren't in any classes together"

"Yeah, it would be nice to have another friend around" I sigh. Today I made mostly enemies. Fan girls will get angry at you if you even speak a word to Sasuke.
"Anyway, Wanna start off with kicks?" He asks and I nod my head.
"You can kick, I'll block" I volunteer as I dig around in my pockets for my mouth guard and slip it into my mouth, clamping it in place with my teeth and wriggle my hands in the Velcro of the training pads.

I assume my normal blocking stance with my palms raised and feet shoulder-width apart.
"Kick" I try to say but it comes out as "Krick" because of the mouth guard.
The raven haired boy delivers a series of kicks to the training pad.
I block them successfully and when Sai starts to huff from exhaustion I thrust the training pads into his chest, ripping my hands out of the Velcro.
"My turn now" I declare as Sai silently agrees and straps his hands to the training pads.

I take a deep breath to gather my strength. Kicking is my weakest forte so I'll need to put my all into it. I swing my leg around, trying to catch momentum. Rotating on my foot I slam my foot into the training pad with a loud 'Thwack', inserting as much force as possible.
I knock Sai back, sending him stumbling a bit. He widens his dark eyes, baffled.

"I never knew someone so delicate-looking could kick that hard" He gawks at me, slightly breathless and I flash him a grin.
I continue kicking the training pad until my legs almost turn to jelly and I pause for a moment, collapsing to the ground to rest my sore legs.
"Wanna practise punching now?"
"Sure, let's go over to the punching bags"

"Everyone to the centre! Training's over, let's move onto fighting" My father announces and Sai pouts as he follows me towards the centre, which is just outside the fighting ring .
I lean forward against the edge of the wring, resting on my arms.

My father stands in the middle of the ring in a neutral stance with his hands behind his back, a posture like a soldier.
"Alright, let's get started. Who wants to fight first?" His voice booms and several people raise their hands.
I see a petite figure waving their arms eagerly.
Hanabi's always eager to fight.

Father rolls his eyes as Hanabi pounds her fists against the side of the wring shouting "Me! Me! Pick Me!"
"Fine. Hanabi, you can verse Konohamaru first" Father declares and a boy standing a few feet away from Hanabi groans.
"Sensei! I shouldn't be wasting my talents on girls! It's bad enough you made me train with her!" He whines and Father rubs his temples with his two index fingers.

"Quiet Konohamaru, just fight her" Father tells him sternly.
The boy sighs and reluctantly climbs into the wring along with an aggravated Hanabi.
Hanabi slips her mouth guard into her mouth then chomps down on it firmly.
She flexes her wrists in preparation for the fight as Konohamaru doesn't bothering to stretch or do anything at all.
Hanabi readies herself in her fighting stance and looks at Konohamaru expectantly.
The boy yawns and a vein pops on Hanabi's head.
"Aren't you gonna try to hit me or somethin'?" Konohamaru asks her and Hanabi scowls at him and swiftly drags her foot across the ground to hook her foot onto his ankles. The boy jumps just in time to evade the attack and looks slightly more on his guard.

Konohamaru attempts a punch but Hanabi quickly steps sideways to dodge it. Hanabi throws a punch to his chest but he manages to catch her tiny fist and flip her forwards onto the ground Judo style.

The brunette girl doesn't give up and she springs to her feet and attempts to kick him square in the stomach but Konohamaru blocks her foot with his arm and launches a fist in the direction of her face. Hanabi smiles mischievously as she ducks under his arm and she plunges a tiny yet powerful fist into his stomach.
Konohamaru gasps, choking on his air slightly and he coughs and falls onto his knees; grasping his stomach.
Sheesh, I don't blame him. It doesn't matter if you're an MMA fighter or not, one punch from Hanabi in the stomach and it sends you rolling on the ground in the fetus position. Hanabi knows exactly where to punch in the stomach so you almost feel like throwing up.

Father scowls at Hanabi and climbs into the wring to tend to a Konohamaru that is still groaning from that heavy punch in the gut.
"Hanabi, how many times have I told you not to rely on your full strength. Fighting is about technique not how hard someone can punch. That 'punch them in the stomach as hard as I can' tactic won't always work" Father scolds Hanabi and Hanabi sticks her tongue out at him when his back is turned.

Typical Father. Even though she won still gets a lecture. Father doesn't even consider the fact that we're girls and we're meant to be weaker than boys, no, he treats us like one of the boys. In fact when we were at the supermarket and I put pads in the trolley he stared at me in astonishment, his expression read: 'What the fuck are those?'.
My father must be living in a fantasy world where he has two sons instead of daughters.

Father sighs and rotates his gaze around the ring.
"Sasuke, come up here" He orders as The Uchiha clambers into the ring.
He leans on the elastic ropes framing the ring aloofly while staring at my father expectantly.
My father folds his arms and his eyes meet with Sasuke's cool stare to show he's not intimidated by the teenage boy.
"Who am I versing?" Sasuke asks in a monotone.
Why does he always have to act so cool all the time? The only time he doesn't act cool is when I argue with him, which is one of the reasons why I argue with him.

Father ponders this for a moment.
"You can verse Neji" He decides and Sasuke frowns, his bottom lip jutting out slightly in a tiny pout. I'm not the only one who frowns and pouts at the same time.
"I versed him last week, besides; I have someone else in mind" He says and Father furrows his eyebrows together.
"Who did you have in mind, Sasuke?" Father asks him, raising an eyebrow quizzically.

"Your clumsy daughter" He answers, a smirk creeping up on his lips.
Father doesn't look the slightest bit offended that he just insulted his own daughter, he just widens his eyes slightly in surprise.
"Why do you want to verse Hinata?"
Great, my father just assumed that he meant me. He could have meant Hanabi! I'm not that clumsy, am I?

"It seems like fun. Don't worry, I'll be careful not to hurt her"
Careful not to hurt me?
That guy infuriates me, I'll show him!
I'll knock his lights out!

A/N: Pretty please review!
Oh yeah and I'd like your opinions on two things:
1) Would you prefer SaiIno or ShikaIno as a couple in this fic. I like both pairings and I can't decide so I thought that maybe some of you can tell me which one you think would be better or which one you like best
2) Should I make some of the future chapters in someone else's point of view?
I was thinking of maybe having a Sasuke point of view chapter or small segment but I'm not too sure. If you guys have someone else's point of view in mind, I'd like it if you told me.
The next chapter will be in Hinata's point of view but I'm thinking about the one after that.