Cosmic Palette
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Summary: Hinata Hyuga is a talented, aspiring, beautiful painter, Naruto Uzumaki is the handsome heir to a famous company that trades talented works of art. What happens when you add love and business together? A Cosmic Palette. Rated T. NxH
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Chapter Two:
Hinata surveyed her art critically. Today was the day she was going to meet Sakura's art collector-or-trader (she really had no idea which) friend. Apparently the person, Hinata didn't know whether the art...person was a man or a woman, was going to meet with her so they could both discuss the concept of the wedding. They were going to talk about colour schemes, spaces, lighting, and design.
She needed to pick out her best pieces, feeling the strange need to impress Sakura's friend. She wanted to show him-or-her that she wouldn't be a burden, something she felt far too much for her liking.
"Not this one," she murmured, pacing across her home-made gallery, "Nope, not this either...how about?...no." She growled, tugging at her hair in despair. None of this would do! All her pieces just weren't...right.
She would have to create something new...something different from her usual pieces. With a determined gleam in her eyes Hinata picked up her sculpting tools, and quickly walked over to her work table.
This piece had to be perfect.
"When's your art friend coming again Sakura-chan?" Naruto spun around in his chair, totally nonchalant about his upcoming meeting with, as Sakura put it, 'her beautiful, classy, and sophisticated art friend". Tch, he could be sophisiticated. Who did people think he was?
"She's coming at five," Sakura's voice was irate, "As I've told you 10 times already!" She glared ferociously at Naruto, before huffing, and settling back down on her arm chair.
"Anyway when she comes she's going to show you a few pieces that she thinks would show what she can do for my wedding, "Sakura's eyes softened at the word, and she let out a dreamy sigh, "Then you guys are going to discuss all those artsy facts and colur schemes and what not." She waved her hand off-handedly, not concerned. While Naruto was extremely annoying he had a great eye for anything 'artsy', as she had previously put it, and knew that she could trust him to make sure her wedding looked spectacular. Besides Hinata was going to help him. That girl could make even the ugliest of things beautiful.
Naruto grinned, and said "Sweet, " before adopting a more serious expression (a rarity indeed). "Hey Sakura-chan?"
"Yeah, what's up?" She was slightly unnerved at seeing Naruto so...un-goofy. He looked like he was really intent on what he was about to say.
"I'm happy that you're marrying Sasuke-teme. He needs someone like you in his life." He gave her a grateful smile, "You're the only one who really...makes him happy."
Sakura felt her cheeks heat up, "Thank-you Naruto, "she said, meaning every word, "That means a lot." She got up and hugged her 'brother', feeling oddly emotional.
"No problem," Naruto laughed as they broke apart, grinning crookedly, "Just promise me you guys will keep your PDA at a low."
Her cheeks flamed, and she scowled at him angrily, "Naruto! Shut up!" The idiot always had a way to kill the mood.
"What?" His eyes were wide with innocence, holding his hands up, "I do not need another high school incident, alright?"
He narrowly dodged a vase aimed for head.
Sakura grumbled as she left Naruto's office, mumbling something about 'smart-asses', and 'idiots that never knew when to shut up."
As she angrily slammed her car door, and drove away she couldn't help but smile to herself as the thought of how today's evening would play out.
Unbeknownst to both Hinta and Naruto, Sakura had paired them to work together, determined to make them a couple. In her mind it was the noble thing to do, she was helping her friends!
Hinata needed a man like Naruto in her life. A loving, albeit slightly annoying, funny, and confident guy that would cherish her and give her the attention she deserved. Someone who would put her first.
Naruto needed a woman like Hinata in his life. An adorable, caring, affectionate, and level-headed girl that would teach him the finer things in life, how to appreciate the small things, and love him unconditionally. Also he needed someone that would help him with tact, for he had none.
Sakura smiled wickedly. She loved playing matchmaking, and, if she dared say so herself, she was good at it.
After all, hadn't Sasuke and her ended up together?
Hinata smiled as she finished the finishing touches on her sculptures (yes, she had gotten carried away and had decided to make more than just one), and absentmindedly swiped her nose, looking up at the time as she did so.
Only to shriek and fall over. 4:45? How was that possible? She had to be there at five! Looking down at her attire she groaned audibly. Paint splattered jeans, a messy blue rolled up shirt, and a pair of green tennis shoes weren't exactly good for a meeting were they?
She cringed, her father would kill her alive if he found out that she, a Hyuga, had gone to a meeting looking like this, but she didn't have any time to waste, or she would be drastically late. The traffic rush always came at five.
Cursing (in her mind of course) Hinata ran around her studio, packing her sculptures, grabbing her car-keys, and making a break for the garage.
She was sure that this meeting was going to be awful.
Naruto glanced at his watch nonchalantly, it was 5:10 and Sakura's art friend still hadn't shown up. What could be keeping them? Naruto pouted childishly and spun around in his chair, bored out of his mind.
It was only then that he heard soft footsteps, and a quick rap on his door.
Grinning he stood up in a flash and crossed the room to open the door.
Smiling broadly (which, for Naruto, was broad), he flung open the door, "Hey-Hinata?"
He stared dumbfounded at his childhood friend, who was looking at him in the exact same way.
He was going to work with Hinata? What?
This had to be Sakura's doing, just had to be. He felt strangely awkward, and was at a loss for what to say.
As he was fumbling for the right words to say he absentmindedly noted that there was a streak of what appeared to be something grey and cake-y smeared across her nose.
Cute, he thought, before proceeding to smack himself.
What was wrong with him?
Sasuke sighed, perched on a branch besides Sakura. He was currently sitting on a tree next to his soon-to-be wife and spying on Naruto and, now, Hinata.
"Why are we watching Hinata and Naruto?" He was bored out of his mind, and wanted nothing more to do than sleep. Being the cheif head of police was tiring work, and he was drained.
Sakura rolled her eyes, peering even further into Naruto's business room with her binoculars, "Because I'm trying to see if they're making any progress."
"On the designs for our wedding?" He was utterly confused, having a hard time to catch Sakura's drift. Two days without any sleep were taking their toll on him.
"On their relationship!" Sakura huffed as if this was obvious, "I know those two would be perfect for each other, they're just too dense to notice it."
Sasuke would have rolled his eyes, but sleep finally caught up to him and he fell right out of the tree.
Sakura, too busy watching Naruto and Hinata, barely noticed and waved her hand, irritated, "Quit making so much noise, would you Sasuke?"
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A/N: I didn't get any sleep at all last night so please excuse me if my writing seems a little...out of it. I swear my body's drained right now.
Anyway my exams and project is over so before I leave for vacation tomorrow I wanted to get at least one update today. Hope you enjoyed. Sorry if I'm lacking my usual...happiness but I'm tired. I'm so tired, yet I can't fall asleep. Swell. Oh well, I still have to pack.
Constructive criticism is always appreciated! No spell check working today, so please point any grammatical/spelling errors! Sorry this chapter was pretty short. I might update it when I get back.
[Edit]- Fixed up spelling mistakes, added a few sentences here and there, and added the Sakura/Sasuke part at the end. I have Wi-Fi here and I decided to take advantage of the fact and fix this up. Sorry if it's still too short.