"Deidara? Why aren't you confined to a bed?" Aaron asked.
"You aren't, either. You just passed out." Leslie said.
"Oh, right." Aaron said, not truly remembering much. "What's up?"
"Since both of us got most of the Akatsuki arrested, I think we should create another group-un." Deidara said.
"You told them about what we did?" Aaron asked.
"No. About what we did. You never did anything wrong, Aaron." Deidara said. "And, when I saw them attacking Leslie, I realized everything the Akatsuki did was wrong."
"Then what's the point of making a new gang?" Aaron asked.
"Not a gang." Deidara said. "I was thinking a club. We could play music, gossip, paint... Whatever we wanted."
"The school wouldn't approve that." Aaron said.
"Not for me-un," Deidara said. "Sure, I'm not going to jail for all the help I gave the cops, but I'm listed as a troublemaker-un. But you, on the other hand, are viewed as a freakin' hero-un."
"Huh?" Aaron asked.
"Lemme show him." Leslie said, walking over to Aaron's bed and grabbing the remote. She turned on the television to the new, where footage of Aaron knocking out the Akatsuki was playing. It was grainy, probably from a camera phone. "You're an internet sensation, Aaron. All of your CD's are getting downloaded way more, and the school loves you, because now they get a bigger budget from all the PR about how well they trained you."
"You sound like one of those guys who produce our records." Aaron said, looking at the TV.
"Thank you." Leslie said.
"That's not a good thing." Aaron said. "But still. I'll try to get the Akatsuki Club open, and if it opens I'll keep it clean."
"Thanks-un." Deidara said, then, when leaving, said "You know there's a window on the wall between here and the hall and all the nurses saw you making out, right-un?"
"Let 'em watch." Aaron smiled as Hinata blushed brightly. Aaron took hold of Hinata's hand, making her heart beat faster, and Deidara and Leslie walked off.
"So," Aaron said, "what do you want our date to be like? And how are you going to tell your dad we're dating?"
"I-I'm not worrying about it." Hinata said, blushing from the warmth of Aaron's hand.
Aaron lifted her hand, kissing the back of it, and said "How did I never notice you're the perfect girl?"
The two went to school that Monday, holding hands as they walking into the building. Thanks to the internet, phones, and- of course -texting, the whole school knew about Hinata and Aaron dating. They didn't find it creepy- hell, after a little internet searching you could find out that the byakugan was held by two completely separate clans, though no one knew which one Aaron belonged to.
They did, though, have a giant drawing put on the billboard. It was of a chibi Hinata and a chibi Aaron holding hands. Aaron was standing, a guitar on his back and looking at Hinata, while Hinata blushed, looking out of the corner of her eye while her head was turned, a heart over her head.
Hinata blushed looking at it, but Aaron just laughed.
"You're so cute as a plushie!" Aaron said.
"Chibi." Naruto corrected.
"That's the first time I've gotten Japanese culture wrong, dude. Gimme a break." Aaron said, putting his hand around Hinata's waist. "So, does your dad still not know we're dating?"
"N-No." Hinata said, blushing and stuttering as she felt Aaron's breath in her ear, sending chills down her body.
"Oh well," Aaron said. "Guess he doesn't need to know."
"Man, you're a really touchy-feely kind of guy." Tenten said.
"I'm secretly a terrible romantic." Aaron shrugged. "Don't tell anybody."
"We won't have to." Neji said. Aaron suddenly felt several eyes on him, and he didn't think the people who were staring were looking at his new leather jacket he'd bought because Hinata said he looked cute in it. Aaron turned to see all of his class smiling at him.
"Well?" Someone asked. "Kiss her!"
"If you insist," Aaron smiled, and brought Hinata in for a passionate kiss, feeling her pale arms wrapping around him.
Aaron didn't think life could get any better.
A/N: I don't know whether to continue the series or not. I guess I'll let the readers decide.
-MN1