Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Otherwise, Hinata and Sasuke would get together, regardless of what Sakura/Sasuke fans might do to me. :)

A/N. Eeek! Another Sasu/Hina ficcie! x333

Okay, I'm not good at these AU/high school fics, so bear with me, oki:D

Yes, Sakura will be one of those snotty, popular girls. Don't get mad, Sakura fans! -cowers under table- Sakura won't be mean later on...well, you'll just have to see. :D

There's gonna be some side pairings too, but I'm not exactly sure yet. T.T Suggestions would be greatly appreicated! x3

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When she felt the sun gradually rise over the horizon, her milky white eyes slowly opened to meet the dull darkness of her room. Hinata Hyuuga tiredly sat up, brushing a few strands of midnight blue hair from her eyes as she did so.

Soundlessly shoving off her covers, she slung her legs over the side of her bed. Her bare feet touched the cold, marble floor, and she finally rose from her bed.

A soft yawn escaped Hinata's lips as she glanced over briefly at the calendar that hung from her wall. Her transcluent eyes widened slightly as they focused upon the red circle that had been drawn around today. The first day of high school.

Hinata frowned. It was horrible enough back at middle school, but now, what would it be like at Konoha High?

She swallowed nervously at the remembrance of how everyone treated her back at middle school. But often, she was disregarded and ignored, which she preferred over being constantly teased about how weak she was, or how ugly her abnormal eyes were.

In Konoha High, there would be massive hallways, and she wouldn't be very safe. There'd be students who'd recognize her and taunt her again, and there'd be new people who'd make fun of her too. It would be like life back in elementary and intermidiate, but only worse. Much worse.

Hinata sighed softly with a gloomy frown as she made her way to the bathroom. She brushed her teeth, showered quickly, and placed on a light blue robe as she headed back into her bedroom.

Throwing open the doors of her closet, Hinata searched through her clothes until she decided on a deep violet shirt and navy blue pants. After she dressed quickly and made her bed, Hinata hurried out of her room, stopping to glance at her reflection in the mirror.

Her short, blue hair was slightly messy, and her half-lidded pale eyes seemed tired, or perhaps desperately frightened. Taking a brush, she combed her dark blue hair quickly until every strand was perfectly straight.

It wasn't that Hinata cared about how she looked, but she didn't want to give the people who made fun of her another reason to taunt her. She placed her brush on the drawer, looking straight into the eyes of the girl in the mirror.

Hinata forced a reassuring smile at her reflection before hurrying out of her bedroom and rushing to the kitchen for breakfast. Her younger sister, Hanabi, was aleady there, eating a piece of toast and holding a glass of orange juice.

Hanabi was attending Hinata's middle school, and she had already been prepared for her first day. Her straight, ebony locks tumbled neatly down her shoulders, and a single lock of hair fell limply down her face. She was wearing a sleeveless black shirt and dark pants, which stood out from her milky skin and white eyes.

"Good morning, Hanabi," Hinata greeted softly, smiling good-naturedly as she crossed the kitchen and washed her hands at the sink.

Hanabi simply nodded, munching silently on her toast. Then she turned to the toaster that sat upon the counter.

"I toasted a piece of bread for you," Hanabi stated, finishing her own piece of toast and holding her glass of orange juice to her lips.

"Thank you..." Hinata smiled gently, heading over to pluck the piece of toast and take a small nibble from it. It was still warm, to her relief, and Hinata poured herself a glass of milk as she chewed on her crunchy toast.

After finishing her breakfast, Hinata slung her backpack over her shoulder, grabbed the light brown jacket that hung from the coat hanger, and turned to smile at Hanabi. "Good luck on the first day of middle school, Hanabi. Goodbye."

"Good luck, too. Bye..." Hanabi muttered with less enthusiasm, rushing out the door along with Hinata.

Hinata frowned to herself as she watched her younger sister rush off, hoping Hanabi wouldn't be teased at the middle school Hinata herself had went to. But Hanabi hadn't been teased back in elementary, so it was very unlikely. In fact, Hanabi was well-known and respected greatly.

Why? Hinata wondered. Why was she a prey to the teasing and taunting of others, while Hanabi was one of the most respected people at her school?

Everyone in her family was respected and admired; her father, Hiashi Hyuuga, Hanabi, her cousin, Neji Hyuuga...

The Hyuugas all had the same white eyes, just as she did, but maybe that wasn't a major flaw. Perhaps Hinata was a target because she was so weak and shy.

Today, Hinata promised herself, she would try to not be the weak Hinata everyone disliked. She would try to be like Hanabi, someone worth respecting. And if she couldn't, then she'd have to be invisible.

But that wasn't hard. Being invisble was an everyday thing.

She was already invisible.


It wasn't so bad. No one had noticed her yet as she walked bravely through the school courtyard, making sure to conceal her milky eyes from view and focusing her empty stare upon the ground.

Hinata surveyed the scene with a distant frown, her heart sinking with sadness as she watched friends reunite after the summer vacation and search through each other's class schedules to determine if they were in the same classes. She watched them laugh, she watched them chatter happily, she watched them smile. A pang of envy and sadness surged throguh her heart.


That word was almost foreign to her.

She had never had a single friend in her life. No one except teachers liked Hinata. But Hinata would rather exchange the adoration of her teachers for just one friend.

If only she had a friend that would stay by her side and make her feel truly appreciated and loved...

Hinata swallowed her sad tears, taking out her class schedule to examine it thoroughly. She didn't have any friends to talk to, so she might as well look for her classes and memorize their locations so she wouldn't get lost in this large school.

By the time the bell had rung, Hinata had already memorized her schedule and class locations. She quickly headed to her first period, which was math. Hinata shyly stammered a soft greeting to a brunette man, who she assumed was the teacher, and sat down at the desk that was farthest and nearest to the corner of the classroom, where she hoped she would be overlooked. Hinata pointed her face at the wall, making sure to cover the side of her face with her blue hair.

But surely people would recognize her if the teacher called her name when he took class attendance?

The tardy bell rang with a shrill cry, signaling the start of class. The male teacher at the front of the room smiled warmly.

"Good morning, class. My name is Umino Iruka..." Iruka continued his speech, but his words were lost to Hinata. Hinata wasn't paying attention, dreading about what would happen later on when people recognized her.

"...take class attendance."

As Iruka's words registered a painful realization in Hinata's mind, she snapped back into reality and stared in horror at Mr. Iruka, who was still smiling at the class as he held a sheet of yellow paper in his hand. Her heart sank with fear and dread as Iruka began calling names, one by one.

"Aburame Shino."

A boy with slightly spiky, jet black hair in Hinata's row raised his hand solemnly and unenthusiastically. Hinata turned slightly to have a clear view of him without having her face revealed to everyone. The lower half of Shino's face was concealed by the high collar of his gray jacket, and his eyes were hidden behind his black sunglasses.

"Akimichi Choji."

Crunch. Crunch.

"Akimichi Choji?"

"Ohh!" Crunch. "Here!" Crunch.

Everyone's attention turned to an extremely chubby, brunette boy sitting next to Shino. Choji was stuffing potato chips into his mouth, chomping with a rather loud noise.

"Akimichi Choji, may I ask why you're eating chips?" Iruka raised an eyebrow.

"Because I didn't have any breakfast!" Choji protested vigurously, popping more chips into his mouth.

"Be that as it may be, but there is no food allowed in my classroom. Please put your chips back into your backpack."

"But I didn't have any breakfast...!" Choji whined in protest. Iruka shot him a stern look, frowning. Choji made a face, but remained silent as he placed his almost empty bag of chips into his backpack.

Hinata remained silent, pointing her face to the wall. Iruka continued calling out names, to which the student would reply with a "Here!" or a simple "Yeah." Hinata bit the inside of her lip gently, dreading what would happen when Iruka called her name.

Iruka continued calling names she didn't recognize. Hinata then realized he was calling names by alphebitical order. He was already done with the people whose last names started with G, and was moving on the people with last names that started with H.

"Haruno Sakura."

"Here!" A pretty, pink-haired girl with dazzling, green eyes sitting in the front row raised her hand eagerly before turning to giggle and smile dreamily at the raven-haired, solemn boy sitting next to her. Hinata noticed the majority of the girls in the class exchange dark looks.

Hinata's heart sank heavily and she swallowed nervously, remembering that Sakura was one of the most popular and desirable girl back in middle school. She was also one of the people who teased Hinata, but she was much worse than Hinata's usual predators. Much worse.

"Hikaru Tenten."

"Here," responded a hazel-eyed girl with dark brown hair tied into two buns that rested on both sides of her head.

Hinata remembered that Tenten had attended her middle school. Tenten was one of the few people who didn't make fun of Hinata, but perhaps it was because she liked Hinata's attractive cousin, Neji, and didn't want to make a bad impression. But from what Hinata had seen for the past two years in middle school, Tenten was a kind-hearted person. Tenten had actually helped Hinata a few times when people deliberately knocked her down in the hallways back in middle school.

Hinata glanced over longingly at Tenten, wondering if they could ever be friends. Even if Tenten was nice, Hinata half-heartedly told herself that Tenten probably wouldn't want to bother becoming friends with someone like herself.

Iruka continued calling out names. Hinata closed her eyes, hoping against hope that Iruka wouldn't call her name. But he would have to eventually...

"Hyuuga Hinata."

Hinata froze as every head in the class whirled around to look at her. She recognized some people from her class as the ones who teased her dreadfully back in middle school, and even elementary. The class erupted, whispering furiously to each other as they looked over at Hinata.

"The Hyuuga freak?"

"Her hair is blue and short! So not in style!"

" What's up with those freaky, white eyes?"

"She's hideous!"

"Take a look at her outfit!"

"Is it really true that someone as hideous as her belongs in the Hyuuga family?"

"Neji Hyuuga is way better-looking than that freak!"

"What's up with the fat jacket?"

"What a freak!"

"Ha! Bet cha she's gonna cry for her mommy!"

"She doesn't have one, idiot!"

"What a crybaby!"

Iruka was trying his best to calm the class down, but Hinata could feel the tears forming in her eyes. She tried to swallow them down, but it was like trying to coax a cat to chase after a dog. Her hand flew to her mouth, and Hinata felt a single tear slide down her cheek. The day she had dreaded was becoming dark and horrible.

"Hey! Leave her alone, you jerks!"

The class stopped abruptly, staring at the one who had dared to ruin their fun. A boy with aquamarine blue eyes and spiky, blonde hair, who sat beside Hinata, glared back at them defiantly, pointing at each and every one of them as he squinted angrily.

"I don't care how great you think you are, or how bad you think she is! She's a person and has feelings too, just like every one of you! You guys think you're all that, but all you really are a bunch of jerks! I bet you she's better than all of you put together! So shut your traps unless you have something nice to say, will ya!"

A hush fell over the class as they stared at the blonde boy darkly. Did someone just actually stand up for Hinata Hyuuga?

Hinata's heart rose with hope, melting slightly at the boy's words. The tears were slowly fading, and Hinata smiled weakly as she clenched her hand slightly and brought it to her chest. She swallowed her tears, for there was no need for tears with this strong-willed, kind-hearted boy.

"That's enough. Naruto, you are absolutely right," Iruka smiled. "Hinata is a person and has feelings, just like everyone else. From now on, class, I don't want you teasing Hinata, or anyone else for that matter. Understand?"

The class nodded dumbly, but a few gave Hinata and Naruto dirty glares. Hinata ignored the bitter looks, concentrating her glassy eyes only upon the blonde boy, whom Iruka had called Naruto.

Naruto...Hinata smiled to herself.

"Okay, let's move on. Inuzuka Kiba?"

"Yeah," a boy withsharp hair answered, who was sitting next to Naruto. Hinata glanced briefly at him, recognizing him from her middle school. He really had dark brown hair, but his "spiky, black hair" was from the hood of his gray jacket. Kiba was a rather spunky guy, but he was a good-hearted person.

"Nara Shikamaru?"

"Yeah..." responded a boy with spiky,black hair, seemingly bored out of his mind as he rested his elbow on his desk and his cheek in his cupped palm.

"Sabaku Temari."

"Ehh...yeah..." a blonde girl muttered, who was sitting next to Shikamaru. She wore the same expression that Shikamaru was, and even her hair style looked almost the same.

"Uchiha Sasuke."

Hushed whispers and giggles erupted softly in the class as Iruka spoke his name. Hinata frowned, greatly confused and puzzled. It was even louder than the explosition of the class taunting her, but Hinata didn't think that they were teasing the boy Iruka just called.

"Uchiha Sasuke?"

"Sasuke's right here!" Sakura giggled happily, grabbing the arm of the raven-haired boy next to her, who didn't seem very pleased with all of the giggling in the class and the fact that Sakura was holding eagerly onto his arm. "Sitting next to me!" Sakura giggled again.

Many girls glared daggers at Sakura, clenching their fists tightly, as if resisting all temptations to run over and strangle her. Iruka seemed a little nervous of that fact.

"Uhh...thank you...Sakura." Iruka forced a smile, checking the box beside Sasuke's name on the yellow paper.

Hinata then realized that the boy was Sasuke Uchiha, the most popular and desirable boy. He had went to her elementary and middle school. Why hadn't she realized who he was sooner?

Everyone knew that Sasuke Uchiha was the idol for boys and eye candy for girls. She didn't see what was so wonderful about him, though.

Was it just because of his looks?

Hinata glanced over at him, but she could only see his back. In any case, she could still see that hisonyx hair spiked out in a way that made girls sigh to look at it. He was also wearing a short-sleeved, blue shirt that showed off his milky arms, and white shorts that revealed the flawless skin girls loved from his knees to his ankles.

Hinata didn't think he was that attractive. He did have many charming qualities, but Hinata didn't think that was a decent reason to fall at his feet.

He was very cold and serious. He didn't have any friends. It wasn't that people didn't like him, but it was the other way around. Girls always tried to ask him out for a date, but he rejected them. However, it didn't stop them from tackling him once in a while and gazing dreamily at him whenever he was in sight.

Boys tried to make friends with him, hoping some of his popularity and ability to attract girls would rub off on them. However, Sasuke just ignored them, just like he disregarded his female admirers.

Even as a popular boy, Sasuke Uchiha didn't like the respect people gave him. He just didn't like anyone.

Sasuke merely shrugged off Sakura's arm, placing his elbows on his desk and overlapping one hand over the other to place his chin upon his the back of his hands. The girls in the class sighed dreamily, staring at the school heartthrob.

Only one person didn't seem to happy about having Sasuke in this class. Hinata could see Naruto making a face and glaring at Sasuke.

"Uzumaki Naruto. Yep, you're here, all right." Iruka grinned and checked Naruto off his list. Then the brunette teacher began to talk again, supposedly about what they would do for the rest of the period, but Hinata wasn't listening. She was too busy staring over at Naruto Uzumaki, a small smile spreading across her milky face.



When the bell rang, the class piled out hurriedly. Hinata rushed out, clutching her books to her chest tightly as she tried to move through the crowd of students. Suddenly, a harsh impact collided into her, causing her books to fly out of her arms. A small gasp of surprise escaped her lips as she fell onto the ground, landing on her knees and palms. She looked up, only to meet the green eyes of a certain pink-haired girl. Hinata's heart sank with dread and fear as she bit her lower lip slightly.

"Watch where you're going, ugly!" Sakura snarled, a cruel smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Oh, I forgot - your eyes are pale, so you must be blind! My goodness, shouldn't you be in the hospital for an eye surgery? And while you're at it - schedule for a plastic surgery too!"

Techinally, Hinata's eyes weren't pale - they were light lavender. And she wasn't that bad looking. Most people even thought she was cute. Or maybe that was only when she was younger. Either way, Sakura's insults weren't true, but it still hurt Hinata like a ton of bricks.

The hallway erupted with laughter and jeers at the fallen Hyuuga, nonetheless, and once more, tears began to form in Hinata's eyes. She brought her hand to her mouth to snifle a sob, while tears trickled down her face again.

"Hey! Cut it out, will ya! I thought I told you guys to leave her alone, you jerks!"

Hinata swallowed her tears and her heart rose with mild happiness as the familiar voice of the blonde boy rang smoothly in her ears. She looked up to see Naruto standing before her, his arms crossed over his chest defiantly as he glared through squinted eyes at everyone in the hallway.

"What are you doing here, Naruto?" Sakura frowned, crossing her own arms over her chest. "Why bother defending for the Hyuuga freak?" Sakura's green eyes regarded the trembling Hyuuga coldly.

"I thought Iruka-sensei told you guys to leave Hinata alone!" Naruto shot back in a dangerously low voice, squinting his eyes in fury.

Ignoring his angry remark, Sakura checked the pink watch that was wrapped around her thin wrist. "Oh my goodness, the bell's going to ring soon! You should get going, Naruto, unless you want to be late for class. And you really can't afford to get as much tardy slips as you got back in middle school, can you?"

Naruto stiffened, clenching his fists slightly. Hinata swallowed, her eyes shifting frantically from Sakura to Naruto. She watched him, biting her lips as she saw the troubled look in his eyes. Hinata's eyes dropped to the solid ground as she poked her fingers together.

"N-Naruto..." Hinata stammered, fiddling with her fingers nervously. "We really should...b-be...heading to our...n-next c-class..."

Sakura smiled. "For once, Hyuuga freak, you're right." Flipping her long, cotton candy locks, she walked away graciously. She called over her shoulder, "Later, losers!"

Naruto watched her go, while Hinata quickly picked up her books, her teeth digging into her lip slightly. After quickly placing her books in her locker, Hinata looked at Naruto's solemn expression, slightly shifting the strap of her backpack.

"N-Naruto..." she whispered softly.

Naruto turned to her, a bright grin immediately wiping off the scowl off his face. "Well, I guess I should be going, Hinata. By the way, what's your next class?"

"Umm..." Hinata fiddled with her fingers nervously. "P-Physical...e-education w-with G-G-Gai-sensei..." Hinata smiled weakly, feeling the heat rush into her pale cheeks.

"Oh, really?" Naruto grinned happily. "Me too! Wanna walk to class together, Hinata?"

A pink tinge crept into Hinata's cheeks as her fingers began to fiddle at a more frantic rate. "U-Um...o-o-okay..." she stammered shyly.

"Great!" Naruto pulled back the sleeve of his orange jacket to check his blue watch. "We're gonna have to hurry. There's only about a minute and a half to get to class! Let's go, Hinata!"

Naruto's hand shot out to grab her wrist as he rushed to their next class, dragging her along as he went. Hinata could barely surpress her blush and timid smile at the feeling of Naruto's warm hand grasping her wrist. Her shy, eyes of light lavendar focused on the back of Naruto's head, relishing in the way his silky, blonde hair swayed gracefully. She smiled.

Maybe this year wouldn't be so bad, after all.