Chapter 2:

School Days & Sadistic Snake Ladies

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto nor any of their characters, along with Katekyo Hitman Reborn. If I did, Hinata would have a hellauva lot of fanboys stalking her actively during screen time.

One step in through the gates of Shippuden and Hinata was already shaking. Again.

'GAH! NOT AGAIN! FUCK, HOW ARE WE GOING TO EVEN MAKE IT TO NARUTO-KUN'S FRIEND-ZONE IF WE KEEP ON SHAKING LIKE THIS?! AUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!'

'No no no no! Come on, stop shaking! I-I have to, for Naruto-kun! I can do it!'

Yet, her legs continued to tremble, as if she were carrying a fifty lb box in her arms. Hinata's Inner continued to curse viciously in the back of her mind, raging violently. Sounds of glass breaking and crashes could be heard from inside of Hinata's mind, though the owner herself could not hear them, for she was busy with her current mission; "Operation: Stalk Naruto-kun Until Five Minutes Before The Bell!"

Telling herself encouragements from inside her mind, Hinata managed to walk over to one of the school's benches with the grace of a newborn giraffe on stilts and sat down, heaving from all of the effort put into not looking like a piece of jello. Had she put no effort into walking, she would've fallen down and gotten trampled under the feet of the other students walking in. However, she used up almost all of her willpower to keep herself from tipping over and falling in a faceplant onto the ground and just giving up then and there, falling into a faint, so all's well ends well.

Glancing at her phone, she saw that it was 7:35. She had twenty-five minutes until school started and she had to go to Algebra III. Minus the usual five minutes she took to get to her classroom made twenty minutes for Hinata to watch Naruto. Unfortunately, her beloved Naruto-kun wouldn't be coming today.

Constantly, Hinata checked her phone for the time. When 7:50 appeared, she raised her eyebrows in worry as she checked the courtyard for a head of bright, blond spiky hair but couldn't find anything. Dejected, she came to the conclusion that he was sick and mentally wished him well before heading to her classroom early.

Unbeknownst to her, two pairs of interested eyes followed her. One full of amusement and slight anticipation with a side of interest, another with old lust and interest. The latter followed the swish of her hips and the sway of her long, shiny locks. The former watched the way she held herself, eyes narrowed. It was painfully obvious that the latter was in love with Hinata, the way he was leaning towards her, the way the tips of his ears seemed to flush more and more pink until they were covered in a painfully bright shade of red, unlike the former, whom was actually hiding in a tree and had been stalking Hinata the entire day.

Sliding into her seat gracefully, Hinata struggled not to slump and sulk about Naruto-kun's absence. She skimmed over the crowds of uniformed students going to Shippuden; searching for potential threats towards her Naruto-kun's fragile yet stubborn emotions. She found a few whom she remembered to be bullying her once in her grade school days, and tried to repress the glare she had found building up in her pearly eyes. Unfortunately, the boys seemed to notice and began to subtly shift away from her line of vision, shivering and looking around. Hinata, for once, scowled. She then realized that proper Hyuugas do not show that they are unhappy as that would lead to telling their enemies that they are being successful in their attempts at aggravating them; thus creating a more strong annoyance that would spring upon the poor, unsuspecting Hyuuga soul that forgot to bring along their porcelain mask of blankness. Hinata then proceeded to correct her facial expressions, rearranging her mask into a more elegant and graceful expression of neutral dislike. Unfortunately, she was unable to summon up any positive emotions to make her mask a bit less negative.

Sighing quietly through her nose, Hinata listened with dead pale eyes that bore into the very darkest reaches of her Algebra teacher's soul. Said Algebra teacher, who was called Simon-sensei, and was a natural red-head Japanese, quivered under her stare. He almost felt as though a pair of glaring eyes from his middle school days had reappeared in the eye sockets of one of his best students and decided to unleash upon him merciless karma for not doing something, like doing his homework or feeding the stray cats in the alleyway beside his humble little house in which he and his mother lived. The teacher once again shuddered as he remembered those blood-thirsty, onyx, damn near emotionless eyes glaring at him as a steel tonfa came down on Sawada-ku-

Hinata continued wait patiently as she stared(more like glared,) at her sensei. Simon-sensei continued to stutter as he tried to speak a full sentence, a childhood stutter thought to be once gone rearing its head. Hinata inwardly sympathized with Simon-sensei as she remembered those hopeless days of silence and constant stuttering where all she could do was stay silent and sit there and look pretty for her father's business partners.

"H-H-Hyuu-Hyuu-uuga-"

'Come on, you can do it sensei!'

'JUST DO IT YOU FUCKING LOSER, VOICES WERE MADE TO SAY WORDS, NOT STUTTERS!'

"Hyuu-Hyuu-''

'Almost there, Simon-sensei, you're doing so well!'

'YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, SO CLOSE!'

"Hyuug-"

BBBRRRRRRRINNNNNNNNNNGG!

Students flooded out the door like water out of an unplugged sink. Desks creaked, chair screeched and relieved chatter softly arose. Hinata growled inaudibly, but Simon-sensei seemed to hear her as he had winced.

"..."

'...'

'...'

'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-'

Simon-sensei seemed to sigh in depression and resignation. Hinata's Inner's inner screeching seemed to intensify. Not that anybody could hear it, of course. Hinata only heard a bit of faint high pitched ringing. She hesitated as she made a move to get out of her seat, and glanced at Simon-sensei. He looked just as dejected as her, all droopy eyelids and sad puppy eyes directed at the ground, as if the damn thing has wronged him personally and all he could do was stare at it in disappointment because it was the floor, what more could a measly, stuttering idiot like him do?

Hinata made an aborted move towards her sensei, torn between getting to her next class and comforting her sensei. To be honest, she wasn't sure what he wanted to tell her or why his stuttering seemed to intensify the longer she stared at him, but she hoped the poor guy got better because she understood how he felt.

Mind made up, Hinata stiffly and shakily stood and walked on the legs of a newborn giraffe once again and attempted to comfort her algebra sensei. However, her sensei suddenly flinched, taking her approach as a threat. His eyes seemed to flash reddish-brown, but Hinata brushed off the flash as a trick of the light. She reached a hesitant hand towards him, unsure of how to comfort a person, as she had never been comforted by anyone else and only knew of the back rubbing part of comforting someone, and reached up to pat her mentor's head, unsure. Simon-sensei let out a whimper.

The black haired girl continued to pet her Algebra teacher until he began to cry. Panicking but slightly happy because she actually knew how to help him now, Hinata pulled the red-head who was actually way too young to be a Algebra teacher at a middle school into a warm hug. Simon-sensei's tears soaked her hoodie as Hinata rubbed circles into his back, feeling awkward now as motherly instincts began to suddenly kick in. Soon enough, the ginger began to full out wail and Hinata's maternal instincts flew into a rage. She began to emit a strangely chilling aura that screamed danger. However, the crying young man Hinata was currently comforting didn't seem to sense it.

The pair of eyes outside of the school building that had been watching Hinata earlier seemed to be laughing and watching intensely, enraptured. The woman they belonged to was currently muffling poorly hidden peals of laughter, shaking violently as her gaze remained on the pair. Although she was currently on the edge of falling off the tree branch she was crouching on due to her amusement, her gaze remained interested and sharp.

A/N: forgive me