Disclaimer: I do not OWN Naruto, but I do OWN the plot. Wish I could own Hinata though…
Warning: Throughout the story, there will be implied shounen and shoujo-ai. Nothing beyond PG though. Maybe(cough). Also, beware bad grammar or any other mistakes like jumbled up words.
Chapter 9: Gorgeous Model
The moment we set foot in her house, unexpectedly a surprise was to greet us.
"Hi-Hinata? Hyuga Hinata?"
Standing at the doorway of her traditional Japanese house, we both stared at the girl before us blankly. Hinata then answered her question while the girl's finger remained pointed towards her.
"Y-yes?" she asked nervously, backing away a bit. She bumped into me without realizing it, our bodies touching (barely).
Oh happy day.
The girl stood there for a bit as if in shock. Without warning, she ran and threw her arms around Hinata affectionately and kissed her on the cheek. Hinata on the other hand seemed confused by the stranger's action and gently pushed her away.
Is she a lesbian or something?
"Um…miss, do I know you?" the blue-haired girl asked with a questioning, yet slightly strained smile.
"Girl?" the stranger simply laughed.
"The person who just held you right now is a boy," came a voice. We looked to the entrance of the living room to see my girlfriend's (you wish…) cousin. He had his arms crossed in front of his chest as he leaned against the side wall staring directly at us. "I know you're excited and all to see her, but why not introduce yourself first before attacking her?"
"Ah, you're right!" The effeminate male took a step back to bow. "I'm sorry for surprising you like that…I was just so happy." He locked his gaze on Hinata. "Um you…do you remember me?" he asked, slightly embarrassed.
"NO," she answered rather quickly. The boy looked as though an arrow had been shot through his heart, a disappointed expression on his face.
"I…I should've known. After all it's already been eight years…" despite his shock from earlier, he recovered, a gentle smile on his girl-like face. "…but even so, you haven't changed one bit."
The guy had silky black hair that was loosely braided reaching his back. His skin looked like fresh white snow. He had lips the color of cherry blossoms, and along with that were his large hazel eyes, long eyelashes fluttering with each blink.
There is no way in hell that this isn't a girl.
"Um…who are you?" Hinata asked, looking rather tired at not having gotten an introduction from him yet.
"It's me, Haku."
Haku is a boy's name isn't it?
"Yes, do you remember now?"
"Sorry, but NO." Another arrow shot at him, knocking him down. He struggled to get up, using the wall as support.
"It…It's okay, I can't blame you anyways…eight years and all," he muttered to himself. Tears silently streamed down his face as Neji came to his side to comfort him.
"So, how do we know each other?" Hinata asked.
Okay, so here's how the story goes:
"Haku…I…I like you." A boy my age looked at me with hopeful eyes. I would sometimes look to the side to avoid his gaze.
"I…I like you too Hiroki-kun." I hope he means the like as in friends. "C'mon, weren't we supposed to go to your house? You said your mom bought you a new video game and-"
"Haku, I don't think of you as a friend. I...think I like you more than that."
This is not good. "Ah, I forgot. My uncle wanted me to come home early today. Sorry Hiroki-kun, I have to go." I turned on my heel and was about to leave but he grabbed onto my arm and pushed me behind the bushes outside of the school. "Ow. Hiroki-kun, what are you doing?"
"It's because of the way you look. It makes me want to do weird things to you," Hiroki muttered. He began to pull at my shirt.
"Hiroki, what are you doing?" He ignored me. I struggled to kick him off.
Why is it always like this?
"It's because you're so pretty Haku," he said as if in a trance. He began to remove my pants.
I can never make a friend.
"No Hiroki, stop it!" Tears threatened to spill from my eyes. I shut them tight.
I wish I was normal.
"Hey you get away from her!" came a voice.
"What the-ow!" Something heavy landed on my body with a thud.
I opened my eyes to look up and see Hiroki knocked out on top of me.
"Are you alright?"
I looked to the side to see my savior who was out of breath. It was the same voice no doubt about it. She had short blue hair and large white eyes, slightly tinted with lavender. She stared down at me, a worried look on her face.
She held out her hand. "Here, we better leave before he wakes up. I only knocked him out with a rock."
I couldn't help but stare at her. Here stood a girl who was younger and shorter than me that saved me from a possible rape. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. Grabbing her hand, she helped pull me up to my amazement, despite the difference in size.
"You should put your shirt back on," she commented with a cute smile. "My mom said girls shouldn't walk around without a shirt."
"I'm… a boy," I corrected her, slightly pouting. I bent down to grab my shirt.
"Oh. Oh! You are?" She looked a bit flustered. "I-I am so sorry, it's just that your so pretty and-"
"I know. Everyone tells me that," I muttered.
"Really? But you don't look very happy about it."
What is with this girl? "Of course not! I'm a boy. Boys don't like it when they're called cute or pretty." Sheesh, what a weirdo.
"But…I don't think there's anything wrong with a boy being called pretty because...they mean what they say when they compliment you, right?" She looked up at me again with those large eyes of hers, blinking like an adorable puppy.
For the first time ever, my face felt hot. I reached up to touch it, but I covered it instead as in instant reaction.
"Oh, you're blushing!" the younger girl pointed out amused. She stood on her toes to try and reach my height, but barely reached my chest. "How cute," she said, a playful smile on her face.
"You-who are you?" I asked, my voice muffled a bit from my hand which shook uncontrollably.
"Me?" She grinned. My name is Hinata. What about you?"
"Ha…Haku," I answered looking to the side. She seemed surprised at this but smiled gently at me.
"That's a beautiful name. I think it suits you perfectly."
"From that moment on, I felt as if you and I were connected by fate and would meet each other again one day," the pretty-boy said, fantasizing whatever was in his thoughts. He went over and grabbed Hinata's hands. "Don't you think so?" he asked, his face no longer holding an expression that of a girl, but a princely look. Hinata blushed and looked away.
Okay, time to hit him. I cracked my knuckles, ready for the beating he would receive for making Hinata blush. For some reason, it pissed me off when other guys would make her blush, although I knew this was due to jealousy.
"I…I think I remember a little now," Hinata said thoughtfully. "After that incident, we would meet up a lot at the school park and play with each other."
Where does she find the time to meet all these people? First it's that damn brat, the pervert, and now a model?
"Really?" Haku cried. "If so, do you remember our engagement from eight years ago?"
"Engagement?" Hinata and Neji both said in unison.
A/N: Goddddddddddd! I am so bored lately. I can't think of anything to write and i'm getting really lazy with my stories lately. Not much to say about this chapter except that Haku was a favorite char. of mine in the show. I cried big time when he was killed off. Because i luv him so much, i wanted to dedicate this story to him with him a part of it. I bet u guys didn't expect that he'd be the model right?lol I was gonna go for that Sasori guy cause i thought he looked pretty hot, but i don't read the manga and i've never seen the Akatsuki's personalities, which is another reason why i chose Haku instead. So...yea.