Father's Day, June 17. This was the day I had planned on updating. I'm sorry but some tragic events happened. My husky puppy Lord Darcia died. On Father's Day weekend my family traveled to Mexico to go visit my grandpa's grave, we returned Sunday afternoon. When I went to the backyard to check on my dogs ( I had two Kujo and Lord Darcia) I saw Lord Darcia hiding behind a small tree, well I called out his name and he didn't come, so as I got closer to the tree I began realizing that he wasn't moving at all. It turns out that he accidentally strangled himself on the tree. So after that I fell into a spiraling depression (which I don't like being because I like to be happy) but I knew that If I didn't try to recover I'd completely shun myself from everyone. So all of this week I've been forcing some self-rehabilitation on myself. In my mind to overcome Sadness you have to overpower it with Humor, so I've been watching episodes of Hana-Kimi. I know it sounds really stupid, but when Lord Darcia died it felt like God ripped out my heart and strangled it over a tree, but I think the most heart wrenching part was having to bury him, it's hard to bury your own dog while sobbing uncontrollably. I'm the cruelest pet owner in the world for allowing this to happen, but as I've been told countless times, it was a horrible accident. Please forgive me if the chapter didn't come out right, I tried finishing it as best as I could but my writing muse abandoned me.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

Sasuke stormed into his room like a rabid dog, his eyes bled with the desire to kill and only one man was on his hit list at the moment. Gaara Shubaku. That fucking bastard how dare he say that, if he thinks I'm going to back down he's fuckin wrong. There's no way I'll hand her over like some whimpering dog. You wait Gaara, she's mine I'll make you regret even touching her.

Sasuke fumed at the outrage. But then he heard a soft rapping at his door. He stalked off flinging the door practically off its hinges.

"What!" he snarled ready to chew off heads. However, he immediately regretting it when he saw Hinata taking steps back her eyes cast down to the floor in fright.

"I'm sorry, perhaps I should come back later" she murmured silently her voice slightly shaking. She turned her body from his door and tried scuttling away. But Sasuke whipped out his arm and grabbed her hand.

"Wait don't go, sorry I yelled I thought you were someone else, come in I have to talk to you about something" he pulled her arm causing her to almost stumble into his room.

His room was the same size as hers, the desk faced the window and the bed was parallel to the wall. Clothes were carelessly sprawled on the floor, along with a few school objects such as pens and crumpled paper. He had dark curtains over his window to thwart shameless peepers from looking in. His bathroom door was slightly open revealing more clothes on his floor. Sasuke sat her in his bed and he gazed intently into her pale lavender eyes.

"You shouldn't be near Gaara, you have to listen to me, he's not good news he might have told you that I'm usually surrounded by girls at school, but you have to get over this fear, you're a girl too, you need female companionship. If you only trust men you'll never function properly in society"

Hinata avoided his eye and focused on a shirt scattered on his floor. She bit her lip and her brow burrowed into a frown.

"What's wrong with men? Men can't hurt you, men are compassionate and kind, why do I need women, they're wicked harlots, all of them. I don't need women, and why should I need women, isn't a woman supposed to be with a man anyways." She accused her voice shaking.

"Men and women are two completely different sexes. A man won't talk about clothes or boys these are things women talk to each other about. I mean don't you want female companionship, aren't you going to feel lonely not being able to talk about your feelings? Do you seriously think that Gaara is going to talk about his feelings or other girly things to you?"

"Who says I need to talk about clothes, and these 'girly' things? Why would I want to talk about boys with women? Why is having a male friend so bad? Give me one good reason? I mean aren't you a boy, do you hate being around me so much that you'd send me to the lions den?"

"I'm not telling you this to be cruel to you, but if you want a reason I'll give you one! Boys only think about one thing Hinata!"

"What are you talking about, what do boys always think about?" Hinata glared at him pouting.

"Sex! That's what boys about Hinata, all boys my age think about it"

Sasuke's body quivered furiously, his body heated up and was losing control. I can't stop myself, she makes me lose all control over my emotions.

He pushed Hinata down on his bed and planted himself just inches above her alarmed body. He couldn't control himself; the thought of Hinata being with anyone other than him drove his body crazy with testosterone. Feeling her under him brought unimaginable sensations to his 16 year old body. His legs quivered from the excitement and his breathing came in hot steady puffs.

"Boys are willing to fuck anything with breasts and a skirt! Don't you see the kind of effect you'll have on men"

They don't care about you like I do, they'll just take advantage of you.

Hinata laid under him shocked at his quick actions, his arms were on either side of her head he looked at her with a lusty glint in his eyes. She squirmed in nervousness.

"Sasuke, I…"

But Hinata was silenced by Sasuke's full lips crashing down on hers. His hot lips radiated warmth, his sensual tongue prodded her lips open completely dominating her mouth. Hinata simply gaped, her body responding to his touch on its own accord. She didn't know what was going on, she didn't know the uproar she was causing Sasuke's hormones. His hands twitching wanting to feel her breast. I shouldn't be doing this, I really shouldn't be doing this, she probably doesn't even know what I'm doing to her… but my stupid body wont stop, I've held myself back for so long…damn she feels so good though, her skin is so soft, her lips, god, her lips. Sasuke ravished her mouth nibbling on her lips and then passing his tongue over it. He moved down to her neck leaving a hot trail of kisses, grating his teeth against her skin, soft gasps escaped from her mouth.

What's going on? What's he doing, it feels weird?

"Sasuke… stop" she whispered, her body crawling with chills from his passionate kisses. She tried pushing him off but he pressed his body down lower and held her against the bed. He growled slightly, he wanted to enjoy this moment a little longer. But Hinata wriggled and squirmed only adding fuel to the fire burning within Sasuke's body.

"Stop! Sasuke… I…" her breath hitched when Sasuke bit hard into a vulnerable spot on her neck. She began breathing in hot pants. Mustering up all the strength she could get she pried Sasuke off her and twisted her body so that he fell off the bed. He landed with a loud thud and a groan. Hinata looked over the edge in a panic.

"I'm so sorry Sasuke, it's just that you wouldn't stop and I got scared" she scuttled off the bed trying to help Sasuke up. But he stayed lying on the floor dazed, cheeks slightly flushed, and his breaths steadily going from hot pants to regular breathing. He shifted his eyes to Hinata and lifted himself to a sitting position. He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.

"Don't apologize, it was my fault, I shouldn't have done that" he cast his face down too embarrassed to look at her. He closed his eyes and rubbed his aching temple with his thumb. Shit what was I doing, what the hell is wrong with me? I'm worse than Itachi and Deidara combined… I'm such a fucking predator, she'll probably never want to talk to me again. Damn I screwed up big time.

Sasuke continued to sit on his floor his back and rump aching from the fall. I let my body take over, even though my mind was telling me to stop my body refused. I feel pathetic.

Hinata glanced nervously at Sasuke, she stood there stunned and confused. But when she saw Sasuke's face she felt guilty. Did I push him off that hard? He looks really sad. But what he was doing just felt too weird, perhaps I overreacted. I'm so confused.

"I'm so sorry Sasuke" she kneeled down to him and tried to look at his face.

"Stop saying that, it wasn't your fault it was mine, I just got really jealous that's all, I'm a stupid teenager who can't even control his own emotions"

Hinata yet again felt another pang of guilt strike her. Maybe all this frustration from Sasuke is because of my fear. I don't want to see him like this, he's too important to me… Starting tonight whenever I see a girl I won't be afraid, I'm not going to run away anymore. Even if they come at me with the intent to kill, I'll have to fight back. Seeing Sasuke like this hurts too much, I need to stand up. At least… I hope I can…

"Sasuke… if this is all about my fear then I'll learn to overcome this, please don't hate me" Hinata looked down on the floor in shame, her eye's cast away from Sasuke.

Seeing Sasuke act so sorry drove nail's through her frail heart.

"I don't hate you! Hinata… I…I… I just don't trust you around men, especially Gaara. I can take care of you, stay near Kiba and Naruto they'll help you" Sasuke's brow knitted into a grave frown. Hinata whether you love me or not it's already too late, I've already become infatuated with you, and once I have found something I like I wont give up until every fiber of it is mine. Other men will just hurt you.

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"Neji, I have a favor to ask of you"

Neji turned his defined face to listen to his uncle, his honed brows raised in surprise at his uncle's presence during the photo shoot.

"What is it?" Neji gazed at the president of the most famous modeling agency known to Kumo. He was a busy man that rarely left his office, it must be something either so good that he came down to the photo shoot to tell Neji himself, or just the opposite, it could be something dreadfully bad that only he could whisper it.

Hiashi frowned, his eyes sulked and his shoulders limped under his hard pressed suit.

"I just received news about something gravely important, under certain circumstance I'm unable to do anything about it, but I'm positive that you will be able to help me"

"Uncle what is it?"

"Well I'm going to be blunt with you, I have a child, she's about a year younger than you and her mother, a former lover of mine has been murdered, the police won't allow me to see her or contact her at all, so I want you to go to Konoha and bring her to me"

Neji staggered and took several steps back, his face paled considerably giving him a haunted look. His flawless lips parted as his breathe hitched in his throat causing him to cease respiration for about a few seconds.

"What!"

Hiashi hushed him and took him to his dressing room to explain his regretful story. Once Neji finished hearing his story he first slammed his uncle against a wall for abandoning his own daughter, then he sprinted off calling his manager to arrange his departure for Konoha.

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Neji Hyuuga looked at the school mournfully, he dreaded coming here once he heard the news. He had a younger cousin, not just any younger cousin one that has lived an abused life.

"Uncle… so this is where your child it?, Hinata, if what you say is true then she is my cousin", Neji frowned small wrinkles burrowing on his angelic face, "foolish uncle what atrocities have you forsaken the Hyuuga family with? An illegitimate child, you horrible man, because of you she is now an orphan, to think that Uncle would sink so low as to abandon his own child"

The young model lifted his suitcases and began his graceful gait towards his dorm. The sun was beginning its majestic descend into darkness when he had arrived at the school. He opened the building doors and arrived to the register area where he was supposed to receive his dorm room and his school schedule. His refined brows formed into a frown once again when he found no one at the desk. He sighed aggravated and dropped his luggage loudly on the floor. He ran his velvety fingers through his subtle hair, a habit he often did when he was annoyed.

Where is everybody!

Neji craned his slender neck around the building trying to find anyone; he peered into the hallways until he finally found someone. A man with peppered hair, he was a tall, lean man who had very long legs, his skin had a olive toned hue, his broad shoulders sculpted his body to the ideal male form, yet he looked strange, his eye was concealed in a black beanie giving him a sloppy look, but Neji was almost certain he had to be a teacher or someone with some kind of authority, even though he looked incredibly young he simply had to be an adult, for one he was reading a pornographic book, something that one could only purchase if they were of legal age, and two he planted himself on the desk lifting his stoic eye to Neji and asked him for his student I.D. which was definitely something only a teacher would do unless of course he was some kind of arrogant student who knew Neji was new and wanted to mess with him.

"What?" asked Neji eyeing the man suspiciously.

"I said to give me your student I.D. so that I can verify your enrollment and hand you your schedule and dorm" sighed the man, holding a lethargic hand patiently waiting for the I.D. card.

"And who exactly are you?" spoke Neji, his voice becoming cold towards the stranger, giving him equally stoic eyes.

"I'm the Dorm Father, Kakashi Hatake" his lips curved into a smile. "I believe you are Neji Hyuuga, a model from Kumo, welcome to Konoha High."

"If you knew who I am why are you asking for my I.D.?" huffed Neji.

"Just following procedure, anyways here's your school schedule, since you're coming in late during the school year I'll assign someone to escort you to your classes, but for now please take your things and begin heading towards your dorm… I'm sure your room mate will be … um…eager… to meet you" Kakashi said the last part a bit too happily but Neji decided to ignore it. He grabbed his things and began searching for his dorm. Room 220.

He ascended the stairs almost gliding up with his sinewy legs, his smooth muscles rippled through his skin like a lean dog. He certainly was a breed apart from the rest, his luscious coffee hair swayed like buoyant feathers across his slender shoulders. Neji is a prodigy of beauty, his glowing porcelain skin could make a baby's skin feel like raw leather. Although what segregated Neji from all the other picturesque models was of course the famous, yet also infamous Hyuuga eyes. Blessed with the rare Byakugan Syndrome made Neji escalate to the pinnacle of modeling, his lavender eyes brought him essentially everything he wanted, it was a shame that another person who shared such captivating eyes lived such a morbid life. But that was his goal for coming to another school, entering a foreign country, having to lower himself to the title of a 'student' when Neji was already taking classes with Kumo's top tutors, his goal. To return Hinata Hyuuga to Kumo and give her a life neither Konoha nor his uncle could ever give her.

Hinata you've survived in such horrid conditions, Misery was the sun, scalding and scorching you every morning until you blistered and seared, and Happiness was but a frail cloud that was not strong enough to shade you. But I am your family now, uncle may be prohibited from seeing you but I am not and I, unlike Uncle, will never abandon you little cousin. I will transform that frail cloud of Happiness into a storm of biblical proportions; its dark belly will swell and pour its luxurious riches on you.

Neji arrived to his room and turned the braze doorknob quietly entering.

I'll give you a better life.

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Hinata smiled softly to herself, she was reading yet another fascinating book that she had discovered under a rather large Encyclopedia. This book certainly intrigued her, it strayed from reality and surfaced into fantasy, she engaged herself onto a book of Folklore, humorous tales of mischief and spellbinding stories of love and happiness. Perhaps it was the sound of her trifled giggles, or maybe even the sound of her furiously turning the pages but somehow Hinata did not hear the basement door crack open, and she definitely didn't hear the soft dragging of leather against the floor, one way or the other she didn't hear it. But at that time it did not matter, the belt sung in the air and lashed out at her face.

"Shut up! Shut up shut up shut up! I can't stand hearing you, you god damned thing!"

Hinata shielded her face, just in time to avoid another lash. But the belt struck her arms like lead, the leather hide cutting her like a dog. Her mother whipped her frantically, her eyes grew open and her breathing escaped her mouth in exasperated bellows. Hinata could to nothing but shield herself, drawing her knees and wrapping her arms around her face. She sobbed out in pain as her mother wretched a handful of her hair and lifted her body up forcing Hinata to stand, exposing her vulnerable stomach and back to the mercy of the belt. She didn't know what felt worse, her scalp which was engulfed in an open fire of torture, each strand screaming for release, or her back, clenching after each whip and anticipating the next blow.

She soon began feeling dizzy, her throat rasped and blistered from her crying. It wasn't until she glanced down at her feet that she actually realized that blood began dripping down her back, it's ruby trail slithering down to her ankles.

Is that my blood?

Her entire body's nerves had shut down; the pain in her back scorched but became dull with each trickle of blood. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, the pain was too intense, her mouth frothed. She choked on her breathe and gave way completely to the blows.

Father this is all your fault, I hate you.

She woke from yet another dream. Her body ached and moaned when she forcibly got up from her bed and staggered to the bathroom washing away the tears that seeped from her dream onto her cheek. The faded scars began burning at the memory. She hissed with ever step. How will I ever survive school with so many women like Mother around? Hinata shuddered bumps forming on her shaking flesh. I have to try though, I promised Sasuke. Also how can I expect to get revenge on my father when I run like a child from every problem I can't resolve, I'll never give that man the satisfaction of seeing me like that.

Hinata looked at herself in the mirror for a long time; she had changed considerably since the murder. The gluttonous appetite that she acquired had taken its toll on her body, her bones no longer protruded from her sickly skin. Instead she had received healthy curves, not large curves but they were definitely there. Her face filled out, no longer hosting hollow cheeks but instead healthy plump ones, her skin soft from her baths had been blessed with a moon kissed glow. Her pale eyes once sunken into her sockets looked back at her gleaming with a humble pride that only Hinata could understand. She washed her face and brushed her hair that fell down her back, a waterfall of rich indigo strands, glowing like wires of black emerald. Hinata no longer looked as malnourished as a dog dieing of famine but instead an elegant swan shedding its grey feathers and flying off craning its body to meet the sky.

She grabbed her bag filled with her school supplies and nervously opened her door.

Okay, today is the day. Don't back down, make friends. Just do what Sasuke.

Hinata's stomach clenched, but her breathing remained steady and normal, the night before she practiced mental drills, she's imagine being surrounded by girls all of them glaring daggers at her and although Hinata wanted to cry and flee, she continued the mental image until she could actually control her breathing and eventually fall into a state of normality.

I can do this.

She walked timidly across the hallway and was about to turn into the main hallway when she walked into a wall of solid muscle. Her eyes flickered upwards to see a splash of fiery red hair. Gaara took small steps back. He eyed her up and down, his expression didn't change at all, then he quietly slipped his hand into hers and led her into the hallway where few students walked around searching for friends and giggling in small groups.

"If you don't want to go to your classes today you don't have to, we can skip until you're better" whispered Gaara, noting the extreme paleness that consumed Hinata's face. Her hand almost slipped from his grip due to the cold sweat that accumulated on it.

"No it's okay, I promised Sasuke that I would be able to handle it" Hinata looked at Gaara with determined eyes, they trembled terribly, but none the less they were determined.

Sasuke! She made a promise to him huh, it seems the Uchiha has a lingering eye for Hinata, it won't matter, even though Hinata and I don't have the same classes I'm sure that this infatuation she has for him will stop. Once she sees his group of bitches she'll cling to me. She's mine, a lamb doesn't stray from its Shepard, it's the Shepard's job to protect it from ravenous wolves.

"Hinata… If you talk to Uchiha again… I'll kill him"

I'm not sure when I'll be updating the next chapter, I won't make the wait unbearably long but I'm still drowning out my misery with humor.

-This chapter is dedicated to Lord Darcia, you were a silly fat puppy who liked to bite my feet and trip me when I walked outside. Have fun in Puppy Heaven, hope you can forgive this irresponsible owner-

-misery.loves.black.sheep-

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