Rock my World

Alone

"Well then we'll leave that to you," Kiba-kun said as he scurried past Sasuke-san, dragging Hanabi and Shino-kun along with him.

"Eh!" Hanabi squealed, "But I want to see who that is!"

"Ah! Wait!" I cried as I saw them slowly disappear.

"Wait!" Hanabi also said as she extended her arm dramatically.

"Ja Ne, Hinata!" Kiba-kun looked back at me and gave me a little wink. What did that mean?

"Wait! Hanabi, S-Shino-kun don't leave me!" I pleaded pathetically.

"Wait! Wait! Kiba-ni-saaaaaaaaaan!" Hanabi's voice faded like an echo.

Seriously, what was he planning? And why did he drag Hanabi away with him, I mean she lives here! I sighed as I looked down at Sasuke-san only to find him glaring at me, his skin pale and sickly looking. I gasped in slight terror and proceeded to drag him inside.

"Seriously, Sasuke-san, what are you playing at so late at night, and it's the middle of November," I puffed in some air into my lungs as I lost all the strength in such a meaningless drag, "It's cold outside you know." I looked at him with a sort of motherly anguish, he was practically naked. No scarf, no jacket, and even his sleeves where thin as onion skin.

He twisted and turned like a caterpillar.

I signaled him to stay put as I searched in the kitchen drawers in look for a pair of scissors. When I finally found some I staggered sluggishly to the living room, where Sasuke-san rested, his left cheek plastered against the cold, tile floor.

"S-Sasuke-san, I'm sorry but can you please sit," I told him nervously, clearly avoiding his less than welcome look. He sat anyways.

He grunted in approval as I lifted the scissors over his mouth where there was a big lump of wrinkled tape, placed there as if some unskillful person had just decided to stick a piece of duct tape over his mouth and spin around him until there was no more tape left.

Our eyes met making my heart beat like an African drum.

I started to peel the tape slowly from his cheek.

"Um… Sasuke-san, I'm sorry if I pull your hair, this is very sticky." He grunted.

I peeled a bit more leaving his clear skin nude to my touch. I pulled at it softly, making sure not to give Sasuke-san a permanent wax. Sasuke-san gave a big yelp of pain as I started to pull away the chunks of plastic out of his hair. The duct tape was so strong that it made sure to take a few of Sasuke-san's silky threads of hair directly from the roots which in turn made Sasuke-san yelp yet a bit more in undeserving pain. He tossed around, trying to avoid my sluggish hands at all cost, because if he kept still than that would mean that he would end up bald.

"G-Gomen Sasuke-san," I yelped nervously as I clumsily cut and shed chomps and pieces of sticky plastic. He kept tossing and turning like a butterfly trying to get out of the grasps of a spider web.

"S-Sasuke-san please don't move or," I shuddered as I felt his cheeks brush against my own, our lips almost touching "Sasuke-san…" I took hold of his head into my arms, "Please… don't move," I begged, holding him tight against my chest in order for him not to move and started cutting the tape away. I felt the heat as it crept into my cheeks, this was so embarrassing! Sasuke-san's neck and ears were also red.

After a few fifteen minutes of Sasuke-san gasping as the tape tugged at his hairs roots and he was free of the spell and drinking hot tea on the kotatsu. It might have been a little early for the kotatsu but the winters in Konoha where insanely cold.

He finished the cup of tea in a matter of seconds and was already asking for more, his face finally regaining the color that it had lost by so being so much time in the cold without proper clothing.

I poured another cup of tea and handed it to him slowly, making sure not to spill the boiling beverage all over him, "here."

He gave a nod of thanks and placed the cup to his chapped lips, calmly sipping and breathing in the fumes. I wanted to ask why he was here of all places but I felt like that would be barging too much into business that wasn't mine.

Finally he spoke, "why was Gaara here?" this took me by surprise. Out of all the questions that he could have possibly asked, the only one he could think of was that?

"I met him at the convenience store and invited him over…" I stammered as I fiddled with the brim of my own tea cup. I don't know why but I felt a sudden nervousness when I looked at Sasuke-san.

He looked at me with stern eyes, like a lion examining its prey, "you shouldn't trust people so easily."

"Huh?"

He sighed, understanding my confusion, "what I meant was…" he furrowed his eyebrows, "that not all people are good."

"Gaara-san is good!" I said and I was entirely sure about that.

"That's not the point."

What did he mean? If that wasn't the point then what was? If he wasn't accusing Gaara-san of being mean or evil then what was his reason for scolding me?

As if he read my mind he said, "What I truly meant was that…" he seemed to be at loss for words and that he was searching for them in a faraway place, "I don't like you being so familiar with boys."

I chewed on my lower lip, processing what he had just said into my pea-sized brain. I still couldn't find a reasonable answer to his comment.

"Why?" I asked.

He gave yet another sigh and as if all the strength inside him disappeared in an instant. He ceased with a feeble, "nothing."

I wanted to ask him why he was here but it felt like it would be rude.

"Naruto did it," he took a big gulp and scoffed when he saw that I didn't know what the hell he was talking about, "Naruto dumped me here."

I would have asked why but that really did seem like intruding into his personal life, maybe they were having 'band' fights of sorts. I mean didn't bands have fights all the time.

"Oh," I uttered.

We fell into silence once again. In that silence I took the time to examine the guitarist secretively. Never had I noticed that he had one ear pierced or that his fingers where so thin and long. His hands rough and manly yet his arms lean. His jawline delicate like that of a girl, but he could never –even if he tried – look like a girl, because his eyes would give it all away, his eyes that seemed to be in a perpetual glare except for those small moments in which he seemed to be in deep thought about something.

"You're pretty," I didn't feel embarrassed or did I regret saying this because at that moment I felt like it was the sole truth. I didn't look at him though.

He didn't say anything but when I finally did turn up to look at him I saw his cherry red tomato of a face frozen into a surprise so vast, illuminating his features perfectly. I snapped a picture with my cellphone before he could even see it coming.

It seemed that with the feeble flash he finally snapped out of his trance and his face was slowly draining of the blush, "did you just take a picture of me?"

I couldn't help but think that he looked adorable.

"Delete it please." He demanded.

"What will you give me in return?" I asked boldly.

He hesitated for a moment and then smirked like a mad scientist reviving Frankenstein, "Delete it and in return I will give you a date with the fabulous Uchiha Sasuke, lead guitarist and voted number one Idol of the year…"

"Ne~ Kiba-ni-san! Why did you drag us here, Hinata-ne-chan will scold me and she won't make Hot Pot like she said she would," Hanabi whined as I my grip on her hand tightened.

I turned to look at Shino only to find him staring at the bugs that where gathering around the street lamps with a worshiping look. Damn this guy would always irritate me, with his weirdness and all. Couldn't he be normal and be a dog person or a cat person? But no! He just had to be a bug person. I mean, what the hell is that anyways? I don't even think the term exists because he is like, the only person that likes bugs!

Anyways, I was drifting away. Hinata. Yes, even if she didn't know it and even if she would probably never notice it Hinata was actually pretty popular with guys. I don't know if it was her happy-go-lucky personality or her unbelievable naiveté (that believe it or not, had always resulted in a major turn on) but she would always seem to get many confessions from boys either from her school, other classes and even other schools. So yeah, she was popular and she didn't even know it. In fact I think that her charm had even me a Shino crushing on her in some point of our friendship, but of course she broke both of our hearts unknowingly. For me it was in third year elementary school, when she confessed to me that she liked Sai-kun from our class. We both got over her quite easily though, because it was after all only a kiddie thing at that time. Damn again I am getting of topic.

Well, as I said she is like really popular. But damn she impresses me to no end. To think that she would make Uchiha Sasuke, singer, crappy actor and magnificent songwriter fall for her. Sure, I was sure that it was only a small crush, now at least, because it wouldn't be long for him to be confessing his undying love for her. Well, anyways since that incident at the concert I felt like I had to get them together, because come on, at least some benefits can come with having your best friend be a rock stars girlfriend.

So my current obsession: getting Hyuga Hinata to fall for Uchiha Sasuke. The task was not easy, considering that Hinata had always seemed to lack any teenage hormones and had it not been because I sometimes caught her staring at guys at our school I would have thought she was asexual.

"Ne! Kiba-ni-san listen to me!" I turned to see Hanabi still there, looking at me from in between her meek hairstyle. Seriously, having Hinata as a fashion mentor wasn't really working for poor little Hanabi. I smiled at her, feeling the corners of my eyes crinkle slightly.

"Hanabi-chan, can you keep a secret?"

"Sasuke-san, I am sorry I have a…" a boyfriend? I was pretty sure that when she had said that back at the café she was just messing with me. Could it be that she already had a boyfriend?

No, she couldn't! But I wouldn't be surprised if she had found herself one in such a short while.

People think differently about me but I am actually quite shy so it took me a lot of courage to ask her on a d-date, had I even asked her, to her it might have seemed more like boasting about my fame. If she said no my pride would be damaged to such an extent by this that I would succumb to a mighty depression while I licked my wounds like a pathetic little puppy.

"…Soulmate," she finished. I don't know what she meant by that, what did she even mean she had a soulmate? Of course she did! We all had one didn't we? Well according to Japanese legends that is and romantic fans that is.

I felt my muscles tighten and realization hit me only when I saw her looking sheepishly at me, what she was saying wasn't that she had a soulmate or that she didn't want to go out with me, what she was saying was that she was just not that into me to even consider me to be something as cosmic as that to her.

But god, why did she have to look so cute right now! Her grey eyes that sparkled like two moons, a slight tinge of lavender spreading across her pupils like thousands of tiny ribbons. Her shoulders where very small, like a child's and her round face made her look like a giant apple all together, yet I couldn't help the depression hit me slightly. Was I not good enough for her? I was not good enough for her. Why wasn't I good enough for her?

I felt the pity directed at me.

I am a very shy person, especially when it comes to displays of affection, so I did what I did best: hide my feelings from the world.

"Just joking."

She furrowed her brows, then ironed them with her fingers and eventually furrowed them again

"H-Hinata!" I said as she thought infinite answers to what I had just said. She ignored me.

She opened her mouth to say something, closed it and then thought some more. After a bit more of this routine of creasing brows and sighing she finally came to one conclusion, "that wasn't funny."

I felt my eyes widen instinctively. So many things that crossed her mind and the only one she thought plausible was that this wasn't funny. It was funny as hell.

I really don't understand what it is about this girl that makes me want to make her smile, more and more. And not even that, she makes me want to smile.

What a weird feeling, but Hinata was weird girl so I guess it made sense.

It always seemed like she never saw the big picture, I mean here she was drinking tea with some famous dude that she barely knew and could be a psychopath for all that she knew.

I am sure that not even once did it cross her mind that I was actually famous or that I was probably plastered in some billboard, or that at this very moment one of my bands songs was playing in the radio.

"Hinata…" I mumbled. My voice was expressionless as always.

She was now making more tea but I was still lying on the floor staring up at the ceiling. "Yes?" she said softly.

"Who am I?"

"You're Sasuke-san…" she said, a bit confused at my question.

That was exactly the answer I expected, unlike any other girl who would say, 'you're Uchiha Sasuke guitarist of CHIDORI!' or 'you're famous, duh!' instead she would say something like this. I sighed in agreement as I sat straight and took the third cup of tea of the day.

I was happy for some unknown reason. No. Now that I think about it, the reason wasn't unknown, I was happy because to her I was just Sasuke. I slurped at my tea. Now he only thing I was wondering was, how the hell was I going to get home!

"Here," I said as I handed him the gray hoodie that Kiba-kun always forgot to take back home with him, "and this," I handed him an old scarf of mine, "and this to," I gave him some spare gloves, "and here," I took my black winter hat and popped it onto his head, the kitty ears clashing curiously and adorably against his grimace.

"I don't need all this," he said with a frown.

"Y-yes, you do," I said while placing the scarf around his neck and securing it in place.

"No, I don't," he mumbled stubbornly.

"Yes, you do," I repeated as I took his hand in mine and slipped them into the fuzzy black gloves. Ours eyes met for a millisecond making my stomach jump with a weird fluttery sensation. Weird. Really weird.

I lowered my gaze and adjusted his scarf once again, trying my best not to look into his eyes and even if I still felt his eyes piercing into my skull I desisted from looking up and falling into those darks pools. I didn't know what this feeling was but I sure as hell didn't like it.

A/N: Well here it is, be happy!

Okay so I must confess that I am a little disappointed that I didn't get so many reviews for the previous chapter but I will not ask for you to review because then I would feel like a whiny girlfriend (no offense to those of you who ask for reviews, I'm okay with that to) instead I will tell you one thing: even if you don't enjoy it now you will later so don't give up on me.

For example Gaara isn't as perfect as Hinata thought him to be –hint, hint – and Sasuke's loyalty will be tested to the extreme! So look forward to it and thanks to all of you who took their valuable time to review, favorite or alert. You all mean a lot and are a big part in my inspiration.

P.S. I am in search for a beta reader so if anyone would be as kind as to be my beta please PM me or contact me or something.