This story doesn't exist anywhere, so I wrote it. Enjoy!

I own none of the characters because I'd be a rich bitch if I did.

Chapter 1: Hinata, Sakura, and Naruto

Why did she agree to this? Sure at the time it felt like the perfect solution to her decades long problem but, in this moment, it felt like the worst.

She had a date. Not just any date, but a date with the most eligible bachelor in the country. A man so achingly beautiful a single glance from him could turn any woman, and honestly some men, into a pile of wet mush. If his looks weren't a big enough sell, his growing net worth was, especially for someone in his mid-twenties. He was perfect in every way, on paper. In person it was a completely different story and her disdain for him ran deep. What possessed her to think this was a good idea anyway?

Hinata Hyuga, born blue blood, grew up in the same wealthy circles as her date, but being pushed aside for her 5 years younger sister reduced her already limited confidence and her chances of seeing more than the monthly stipend she received from her parents. A guilt gift if ever there was one. It paid her rent and much of her needs but it was a far cry from the life she could've lived. It wasn't much to offer someone considered so perfect to the rest of the world.

Neither was she.

Her bone straight blue-black hair couldn't hold a curl, her pale skin didn't tan, and her gray eyes were so light it looked white and creepy according to all the kids at Konoha Elementary. She could easily be mistaken for the girl from that Ring movie if the blunt bangs that barely covered her eyebrows weren't cut so short, a mistake by her hairdresser the week before. Her face was always sans makeup. Not because she thought she didn't need it but because she wasn't skilled at applying it. The expensive kit her mother bought her from Paris sat in the back of her closet practically unused. She attempted to wear some for her 23rd birthday dinner, but her lack of expertise in all things fashion showed itself that night. Hinata never tried to wear makeup again after that disaster. She could still hear her mother's cutting laughter each time she thought about it.

Hinata sighed and shook her head as she stared at herself in her full length bedroom mirror. Her date ensemble consisted of a low cut, plain white, v-neck tee, dark blue skinny jeans, and low black heels. It would've been too plain for anyone else, especially for a dinner date, but for someone with a body like hers, it showed far more than she was comfortable. Hinata developed well before any of the girls her age. Her breasts were going on C's by the time she reached high school and no matter how loose her tops, how baggy her jeans, she could barely hide her voluptuous figure from the perverted eyes of the men around her. Notice was the last thing a shy mouse like her wanted ever since her family made her ashamed of her genetics. As soon as her wardrobe changed to oversized jackets on top of oversized shapeless dresses, she got the anonymity she wanted. No one noticed her, not even him, but he would've never noticed her anyway, not while she was around.

Hinata's face reddened at the ample cleavage showing through her v-neck. She was proud of herself for stepping out of her comfort zone and accepting his offer but she refused to show this much skin on their first date.

'I need to cover up..' she thought as she opened her closet door.

She shifted through her large array of bulky jackets and scarves, each more covered up than the next. In the end, she settled on the orange Hermes' scarf she got on her last family trip to Milan, along with her usual go-to light purple jacket. She knotted the scarf in the front so the ends draped over her chest covering her cleavage. It was ugly and flamboyant, but high-end enough to off-set the otherwise plainness of the rest of her outfit choice. Plus, anything that reminded her of him was a plus.

Before she could put on the jacket and ruin her appearance further, someone knocked on her door.

"Come in…" she said softly. Hinata rarely raised her voice, not even when it was required of her to speak up. Her upbringing made sure of that.

"Hinata! Are you ready? He should be here any minute!" yelled her roommate as she burst into her room, excitement and glee in her emerald eyes. Hinata turned from the mirror to her roommate Sakura, who despite not being given permission, leapt onto her queen bed and made herself comfortable.

If Hinata had a foil, Sakura was it. Her large heavily-lashed expressive green eyes, small slightly upturned nose, full pouty lips, and luscious pink tresses that shone no matter how much she fussed with it, made Sakura look like an ethereal fairy. She started the pink hair trend back in their sophomore year of high school. Just one compliment from the heartthrob in their class and she never went back to her natural blonde. Sakura was assertive where Hinata was shy, loud where she was quiet, and possibly the most beautiful woman Hinata had the displeasure of knowing (besides her mother).

"Hina, omg, were you really going to wear that?" Sakura blurted out pointing to the jacket hanging from Hinata's right arm, her perfect nose wrinkling in disgust. Hinata cringed at the remark and the hated nickname and looked into her mirror again. The jacket would definitely clash with everything, including her grossly expensive scarf, but it was a safety blanket for her and without it, she didn't think she could walk out of her room.

"I.. I think it'll be fine…" muttered Hinata, trying her best to assert herself to her more dominant companion.

"You think?" Sakura scoffed, rolling her eyes. "It's fine. It's a good thing I'm here now, don't worry."

Sakura bounced off the bed and made her way toward Hinata's closet without so much of an invitation. It was sizable enough to hold the vast array of clothing Hinata owned, not that she wore any of it. Most of the clothes came from her mother and sister and were far from what she would ever consider her style. Her mother insisted she dress like the Hyuga she was and her sister insisted she show off the body any girl would kill for. Neither cared too much about Hinata, the person. Just what she could represent.

"Ahhh Hina! When did you get this?!" squealed Sakura from within the closet, pulling out a leather jacket from the very back, the place where she kept all the things she received from her family but vowed to never use. "This would go perfectly with your outfit! It'll even make that ugly orange scarf you insist on wearing not so jarring!"

Hinata grimaced at the comment. She just had to stab her with that last part didn't she?

"I'm not so sure. It could be too… too flashy?" said Hinata meekly, as if asking permission to have an opinion on her own appearance.

"Flashy?" scoffed Sakura. "Puh-lease! If I had your money and clothes Hinata, the things I could do! I mean, I'm not like, asking you to borrow it or anything, although it would go so well with these booties I just got, but it's gorgeous and would look great on you!"

Sakura handed Hinata the jacket with another smile, the happiness displayed on her face not quite reaching her eyes. Hinata took the jacket and put it on. The camel colored Moto did work well. It had small random zippers at the breast and sides, one large zipper connecting both ends semi-diagonally, and, as she was forced to admit, made the orange scarf less distracting. Despite Sakura's back-handed compliment, the girl knew clothing.

Hinata looked at herself one more time. She made sure her cleavage was completely covered by the scarf before accepting she was ready. As ready as she could be she guessed.

"Doesn't it look nice?" asked Sakura, running her hands over the expensive clothing. She was nowhere near as wealthy as Hinata's family but she was as brilliant as she was beautiful and knew how to work both to her advantage.

"Yes.." Hinata conceded, "Yea.. it does."

Sakura smiled at her and once again made herself comfortable on Hinata's bed, ignoring Hinata's anguished look of seeing her roommate sitting on top of her comforter. She hated when she did that. Hinata had such a phobia of someone other than herself sitting where she slept.

"Sooooo…" Sakura began as she looked over her roommate from her bed. "What's his name?"

Hinata froze.

"N-name?" she squeaked, staring at Sakura like a petrified deer in headlights.

Sakura huffed impatiently. "Yes, Hinata, his name? I assume he has one correct?"

"Yes he does…" Hinata murmured wringing her hands together. "But.. I don't want this to be such a… a big deal."

Sakura did her best not to groan. 'This girl is impossible.' she thought to herself.

Before Sakura could respond, there was another knock on the bedroom door.

"Hey babe?" said a soft yet masculine voice. "Your doorman just rang. There's someone downstairs waiting for Hin-"

"SEND HIM UP!" Sakura yelled before Hinata could reply. Not that she would've. His voice always seemed to render her speechless.

"Ok.." said the voice chuckling as it walked away to deliver the message.

Hinata couldn't breathe. There's no way. He can't come up here! Not yet! She wasn't ready to explain herself!

"S-Saku-Sakura..!" Hinata attempted to say. To warn.

"Aaah I can't wait to meet him!" said Sakura with glee, leaping from the bed in utter excitement. "Come on!"

Sakura pulled Hinata's trembling body out of the safety of her bedroom into the hallway, leading her toward their shared living space as she rambled on.

"Is he cute? Where did you meet him? Would I know him?"

She spoke more to herself than her shy roommate, never letting her get a word in edgewise.

Hinata instead tried to focus her mind on an excuse for when her date showed up. She wouldn't have had to worry about this if she didn't live with the pink haired fairy. Her mother insisted she live with a girl her age and someone she knew well. It was one of the stipulations she was given when she was kic- moved out of her parent's manor.

The apartment itself was beautiful and located in the most luxurious part of Konoha. The 2-bed 2-bath set up was ideal for someone as OCD and private as Hinata with each girl's bedroom and bath split on opposing sides of the unit. Their shared living room in the middle was spacious with large floor to ceiling windows, egg-white colored walls and light brown wood floors. A soft-grey, L-shaped, leather sectional, along with a round glass coffee table was placed against one wall on top of an enormous white cashmere rug, while a giant flat screen, complete with all the bells and whistles for entertainment, was placed against the other. Big decorative black and white portraits hung above the sectional adding to the monochromatic look of the space. The kitchen was smaller and adjacent to the front door, filled with state of the art appliances, all in chrome. The cabinets and drawers were a dark gray wood, the counters marble, and the bar chairs against the largest counter the same gray as the sectional. Hinata had no idea how her mother was able to pull off the decor since the majority of it looked custom made. But when you're one of the wealthiest families in the country, things just happen for you. Not that she would know anything about that anymore.

When Sakura heard Hinata needed a roommate, she leaped at the idea. She would never have been able to live in a place like this without her. Promising to keep Hinata safe and out of trouble, Hinata's mother accepted the extrovert as her daughter's roommate despite the fact that they were barely friends.

"Where is he taking you?" continued Sakura as she sat in a nearby bar chair, waiting for Hinata's date. "Is this a dinner date or just coffee? I mean you're not really dressed for a fancy dinner date so it has to be coffee right? Then again, even if it was a dinner date, I doubt you'd dress up for that either..."

"Sakura, leave her alone. She looks fine." interrupted the male voice from earlier. Hinata's embarrassed red face grew even redder as she looked behind her to the love of her life, his bright smile and sparkling blue eyes causing her to slightly hyperventilate as he walked toward both women from the hallway that led to Sakura's bedroom.

Naruto. The sole reason Sakura and Hinata could never truly be friends. What friend would knowingly take the man you've been in love with since you were 5 and flaunt him in your face for years? Sakura would. She always knew how Hinata felt about the blond but in true Mean Girl fashion, pretended to be shocked when she "found out" years later. If Hinata was being fair, she would admit it wasn't entirely Sakura's fault. Hinata never told Naruto how she felt despite everyone around them knowing and Naruto had been in love with Sakura almost as long as Hinata had been infatuated with him. But emotions tend to overshadow logic when it comes to deep seated attraction and hurt. Emotions also cause her to make idiotic decisions like accepting his date and having him meet her at her place.

Sakura cut her eyes at Hinata, as though she caused Naruto to disagree with her, before rolling them at her boyfriend.

"Baaabe," whined Sakura "You know dinner dates are fancy! She can't wear jeans. Who wears jeans to dinner?"

"Lots of people. It's the person not the clothes." Naruto said as he stood by his girlfriend's side and placed an arm around her small shoulders.

"Yea but, dresses and heels are what dinner dates are made for," continued Sakura smugly. "Would you have ever asked me out again if I wore jeans and no makeup on our first date?"

"I would've asked you to marry me if you wore a potato sack on our first date." said Naruto smiling softly down at his girlfriend. Sakura giggled prettily at the comment, glancing periodically at Hinata's reaction to both of them. She knew she was making the shy girl uncomfortable and a small bitter part of her relished in it. Why she wanted to goad her she didn't really know. Well, she knew, she just didn't want to think about it.

"Excuse me, I forgot my perfume.." Hinata mumbled, making her way back to her room. She didn't plan on wearing any but needed an excuse to get away from the scene in front of her. Seeing them together like that always made her want to crawl into her bed and never get out.

"Hurry up Hina! He should be here any-"

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

"-minute!" Sakura squealed, jumping down from the bar chair and running toward the front door.

"Oh, oh no…" Hinata whimpered from the hallway when she heard the knock. She couldn't do it. It was too late but she couldn't do it.

"He's here Hina!" screamed Sakura with utter excitement as she opened the door for their guest. "Make sure you wear the nice smelling perf-"

Sakura fell silent when she finally saw the man waiting to take her plain roommate out for the night. With storm gray eyes boring into her emeralds like lasers, a slight smirk graced his lips. The man looked down at the pink haired girl with surprised amusement, and a hint of malice on his beautiful face.

"Sakura, huh?"