It's Highschool! Hell, or Paradise?

Chapter 6

AN: Please note, I also uploaded one of my other Hinata stories! This one is an AU where she is raised by lions. The main Pairing is SasukexHinataxItachi. Check it out, its a fanfavourite on my Fanfic. 

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The rest of the day passed without incident, thankfully. Naruto was happy-go-lucky, despite the suspicious cuts on his knuckles, of which he did not disclose where he received them. To her surprise, Sasuke decided to hang around with them. Often he would go to his other friend group, the popular kids, and chat while her and Naruto, or Gaara, hung out instead. Yet, he chose them today. Then there was, Gaara, who was always hovering around her protectively. It made her feel warm and happy, being surrounded by the ones she loved.

"So Neji has football after school, right?" Naruto hummed, his hands shoved into his pockets. There was no doubt he was hiding the cuts from her. She shrugged it off for now, he was refusing to tell her anyway. She nodded, looking down the hall to her next class. They were about to go their separate ways for last class. He had Phys-Ed, while she had Art.

"Yes." She said as she watched Gaara glare at someone who walked too close. They backpetaled, eyes wide in fear. Gaara had a bit of a reputation for fighting. Yet, they didn't know his home life. They didn't know that if he didn't get home directly on time, what awaited him. But she did, which is why they never spent time together after school.

"I'm busy with Sasuke tonight." He trailed off, his gaze shifting to down the hall. Both him and Sasuke were on the football team, along with her cousin. She nodded, understanding. He wouldn't be able to walk her home tonight.

"I can... Make it home on my own." She smiled at him, trying to reassure him. His shoulders drooped, and suddenly he looked like a kicked puppy.

"I feel really bad for making you go alone." He seemed to droop further, an air of dramatic sadness around him. Goodness, he should have been in drama club instead!

She giggled, unable to hold it back. He perked up as she lightly pat his head, his eyes suddenly shining as he scooped her into a big hug. "I'm a big girl, I can do it...!" She giggled harder when he started to swing them around, uncaring of whom may be in the way. She clung to him, smiling as he laughed evilly when students dived out of his way. Suddenly, he stopped and put her on her feet. It was a rather sudden mood change, his expression now taut.

"If anything happens," He hovered above her, before lightly touching her cheek. He then tilted her head, so she was forced to meet his eyes. He was now serious, the blue depths that were sparkling moments before were now bottomless oceans. "At all, call us. Okay?" She nodded. "Okay?" He asked again. He was always so worried for her, it was adorable.

"Ye-yes." He nodded again, she smiling when he hugged her once more.

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She sat in the back of the class, her paints scattered across the table.

The class was packed, the only free seats being beside her. It was a surprise considering most people skipped the last class.

"Okay class, today is going to be a prep for tomorrow's show. Finish the project you want to register, then hand it in. Today is a required day to attend, due to the fact at the end of the class you have to share your project." She blushed heavily. She had to show her work? She wasn't aware of this! Her eyes trailed to the large sheet of watercolour paper rolled up beside her. It's true, her painting was almost done... It took her nearly a month to get it to that point, and she was proud of what she did.

But to show them all? Here? As herself? At least when they entered the show, there was an option to remain anonymous!

The infamous Deidara burst into room, breaking her train of thought. "Shit! We're late again, Dana." The boy moved over so his infamous partner, Sasori, could enter.

She giggled, they were an odd pair. Both were amazing and famous artists. Sasori had many paintings in different museums and galleries, while Deidara was famed for his sculptures. He was often commissioned by the city, yet he always refused. Part of being the Akatsuki, she assumed.

Back to her thought.

Shyly, she unrolled her art. It was an acrylic painting, she used watercolour paper because it made the paint shine.

On the paper was her version of "The Kiss" by "Gustav Klimt." Instead of a man and woman, she put two woman. To modernize it, she used bright colours, along with a stylistic spin of realism forms. The two woman were purple and red, with demon like wings sprouting from their backs. Their dresses melted together, much like the original kiss. Around the two demon girls, gold chains held them.

It was her masterpiece.

"How beautiful..." She jumped, her eyes widening. Beside her sat Sasori, his lazy gaze on her.

"Not bad, hm." Her gaze shot to the other side of her, Deidara was eyeing her art intently.

"Ah... Ah..." She froze, her body refusing to work.