Hey guys, I was really surprised to see how many people like my story. It's nice to know that people like your stories, so I'll try to update every week (Wednesday) or else it will be in two weeks. I don't intend to update before that nor do i intend to stop before it's completed, although i hope if I'm admitted to the hospital again that you'll understand. Please enjoy this chapter, i made it a bit longer than the other one as a treat. Also this chapter is dedicated to : dark vs light angel, Yuti-Chan, Liquor's-quicker,el H.H, Akiko-Koi, Shadedra, and flyingshuriken for making a huge smile on my face and getting me to write faster!P.S.: I realize that Kakasu isn't really bald but i decided to make him bald.

After dropping height in the sky with that familiar roller coaster feeling with the dropping and catching that Hinata gets almost every mission, she picked up her back including the files on Akatsuki and the information she would need to get to her apartment. Usually she would just stay in a hotel, but who knew how long this mission could take. Standing up to exit the airplane, the assassins landed in the city's airport to abort suspicion. Walking through the tunnel, she had many missions before, although this was most likely the biggest. She might even have to murder ten people in one mission! Waltzing over to the baggage claim. This wasn't anything new so she just took her time tapping her foot waiting for her luggage, it was fairly quick.

Hinata left to her ride. A black car stood there to pick her up, they always had a chauffeur ready for missions. Hinata had never been to New York, it was new for her. She didn't know to make heads or tails of the city either. She had never been in such a crowed place. The streets filled with yellow of the taxi cars, honking filled the air, even the fact that there were so many skyscrapers screamed populated. It took a good hour to get to her new apartment, although she wasn't complaining. Hinata enjoys getting a really good look at where her missions are. That way she can be more efficient.

Her apartment were one of the fancy and rich ones. The lobby was very nice a crystal chandelier stood over the front desk, marble flooring and leather couches for lounging. She went over the cherry oak desk handing over some paperwork, and her ID. The employee scattered over to the other side to give her a couple copies of a key, welcomed her, then called over another employee to handle her bags. Hinata was used to rich places to stay at, Tsunade like to make sure other assassins are comfortable, so they have less to worry about, at least that what she says. Fallowing the man in uniform that had the name Robert on his name tag, carrying her things to the elevator guiding her to her room. He pressed the number four on the buttons, apparently, the US didn't carry the same superstition as Japan, number four also sharing the same the same name as death after all.

The door dinged and out Hinata walked, with the man right behind her. Hinata waited for the man to pass her, because only he knew where they were heading. Soon the man stopped at room number 409 She went ahead of him to open the door and he placed them in her room. Bowing quickly he excused himself and left, closing the door behind him.

Hinata walked up to him and locked the door for good measure. Then grabbed one of the iced coffees in the fridge. It already had food in it, all Hinata had to do was restock it. Wandering over the house she put a few traps around, lasers that set off alarms and such around areas she wouldn't explore, like the balcony. She even got a laser to text her; intruder when she left and set a laser to turn on when she locked the door.

Once the place was fully secure Hinata walked over to her bedroom and started to unpack the bag she was given; including things such as skinny jeans, and band tees of bands like nine inch nails, disturbed, and slip knot. There were some studded belts and a pair of blue high tops with black skulls. The makeup inside was mascara, she was suppose to be tough so she had to dress and act like it. Meaning when Hinata got around to checking out the garage she had it had her bike in it, sitting on top of it was her helmet. This made her give her rare smile, her bike was perfect for this mission, and what a better way to make her comfortable then send her own bike? Hinata didn't know.

After setting up a bag for her classes according to her Schedule (they paid the principle to give her some stuff early) putting all the text books she would need for the semester in the bag. Then adding things like binders, folders, pencils, and pens all into the bag. Her bag itself was purple plain black plaid over top, It had a metal water bottle on the side striped purple and blue. Hinata filled it up from the water from the fridge's door and set it back inside the outside holder for it.

Hinata walked over to the bag they packed for her, picked up a journal, they always included these to mark your progress without seeming the least bit suspicious. Then started to write:

Day 1

Stage: no contact yet with target

Summary of activity: Once I got off my flight I got settled into my new 'home' it's pretty nice, set up some traps and unpacked. Happy that I have my bike, it feels closer to me.

Once that way done Hinata laid down and started drifting to sleep.

Hinata's cell phone chimed to wake her up, she had asked the assassins to get her cell phone to wake her up to get her to school, mostly because she didn't know what time school started or what time it would be in New York. Getting up, she went over to her closet to pick out a Ramstien tee-shirt and a pair of dark skinny jeans, complemented by a purple and black studded belt. Hinata also put her hair into a low pony tail like usual except she left her hair to move around by not tucking it inside her shirt. Finishing off the look she applied mascara.

Grabbing a granola bar, she headed out the door. Feeling safe that her quarters was guarded. Opening her garage, to turn on her bike and place the helmet snugly onto her head. Familiar with the roaming engine bellow her. The traffic seemed slightly better although it was still slow. It only took twenty minutes to get to her school because it seemed that her school and her apartment were fairly close together.

Parking in a fairly close parking space, Hinata stood up taking her helmet off her blue hair revealed, but didn't fly around thanks to her ponytail. Hinata took her helmet with her to make sure that it wouldn't get stolen, who new if someone wanted to play a trick on the new girl. Then taking her time she started walking towards the entryway of the school.

Inside was a sight that Hinata never got to see, sure she had school but it was inside the assassins office on the side of her training. Looking around here she could see many people, the preps, jocks, loners, punks, even a few nerds. Then something caught her attention, a blur of silver hair. Hinata realized that she was supposed to act like one of the punks. So she walked over to the number that was written on a piece of paper that Tsunade gave her.

Locker 349, then started to turn the lock in the combination, 9, 44, 13 opening smoothly she put her bag and helmet in it then grabbed the things she would need for her first class, Biology. She then took the map of the grounds she was given and tried to find her first class. It appeared that the biology class was inside the lab, that was on the third floor. Hinata finding a staircase and started to ascend to the second, third floor. She opened the red door that lead to the third floor, it was quite a bit smaller than the first floor, finding the lab from here would be easy. Hinata walked past three classes before she caught sight of a room with beakers inside it, entering it she took a seat at a table. Hinata casually starting to doodle on her binder. It was mostly random swirls on her paper, then someone sat down beside her, looking to see it was Itachi. Trying to mask the shock that came over her face, she tried to go back absent minded to doodling, although she was thinking inside.

Once class started a teacher with purple hair who's name appeared to be Anko entered the classroom. Piling papers on her desk.

" Class, we have a new student today. Please sit up and greet the class."

"Hello, my name is Hinata Hyuuga." She realized that she wasn't supposed to be sociable then added. "Please leave me alone."

Sitting down she saw some shock in people's faces, but it didn't matter to her. Instead she wanted to see Itachi's expression, glancing over she could have sworn a smirk there. Afterwards, Hinata returned to her doodling.

The class was incredibly boring, especially since she already new these things. I guess that just made her cover even more believable. It felt like hours before the bell rang. Then Hinata quickly stood up from her desk and went back down to her locker. To grab the things for her next class, Art.

This class was really close to her locker, two doors down she entered the art room.

She went to the table in the back corner, sitting down. That's went something surprised her, Sasori sat down fallowed by Deidara. Sasori seemed to ignore her, but Deidara seemed intrigued by her. In response she just grabbed her sketch book and started drawing. Hoping that Deidara would get the message. After a few minutes she realized what she was drawing her last mission, taking out a man known as Orachimaru. She was drawing him in his last moments, blood all around him. She didn't think that anyone here would know who she was drawing, even Akatsuki. That's when Deidara peeked over her shoulder, admiration filled his expression. Maybe he thought it was art, his folder did say something about him and art after all.

" I never thought you'd be able to draw so well, yeah. It is even fleeting, someone in there last moments, yeah."

That got Sasori's attention, he peeked over my other shoulder. Appearing intrigued, then surprise was on his face, only for a moment, but still there. Hinata panicked inside hoping he didn't know who he was and tried to cover it.

"I heard about this guy being killed by blood loss on the news, so I tried to imagine what it would look like."

"Hm." Was his only reply with a small nod. It appeared they did know him. She would have to be more careful around them from now on.