It's a Kid Thing

It's a Kid Thing - Two

Month 3, week 1.

Hinata was a bit miffed at her torn up heart and cried the night, with Neji glaring at the wall opposite him as she sobbed in his arm. She always wondered why he even put up with her when he was so cold. (Neji also wondered, on his side, if she had felt his fast heartbeat and the heat radiating in waves off of his body... not that that meant anything...). She got over it though, resolving to make a better heart with nicer kanji just like how the blonde always got back up and tried harder.

It still didn't stop the scary Uchiha kid dragging her around like a ragdoll in partner activities.

Hinata thought about herself, she looked at her reflection in the mirror all day once. Why did the scary Uchiha whisk her away all the time? Did he have some kind of obsession with short hair or maybe it was the freaky eyes? Did he just like grabbing her kimono sleeves (they were pretty and silky to the touch) or dragging around shy girls? What the heck did the Sasuke even see in her?

On the other hand, Sasuke had taken it upon himself to call the annoying, blathering, blonde retard called Uzumaki Naruto, successor to local idiot, dope. He didn't care if it hurt the Hyuuga's feelings. It's not like he cared in the first place about her feelings anyways.

He had even checked with Itachi-aniki, and he was sure he agreed even though the older Uchiha had said some big word called 'denial'. Like Sasuke was supposed to know what that meant, geez, aniki.

Neji had once asked Hinata why she had bruises on her arm and she had blushed fiercely, saying that it was from the activities. She then went a deeper shade of red when she remembered Neji knew that there was no physical training in the first year, only chakra control but her cousin didn't question her, only mumbling something about 'fanboys'.

...what exactly were fanboys, anyways?

So here she was, with the scary Uchiha boy, trying to do a henge.

"That looks nothing like me," snapped Sasuke, glaring at the marshamallow with duck-butt hair. The henge, to put it nicely, was chubby, had wild dark hair and really bright, creepy grey eyes. Of course, that was to put it nicely.

"Er..." murmured Hinata, looking shame-facedly at her sandaled feet. She poofed back to her normal, small self and clutched her obi self-consciously. The boy sighed, pangs of guilt stabbing relentlessly at his (cold, frozen, winter wasteland-like) Uchiha heart.

"Just..." sighed Sasuke. The girl's bottom lip trembled and, before her partner knew it, she had burst into tears.

"S-s-s-sorry! I-I'm s-so sorry!" wailed Hinata as loud as her quiet voice could go. Sasuke really wanted the earth to swallow him up right then and there.

"N-No! Just, stop crying, will you!?" said the kid exasperatedly. Hinata bit her lip to hold back her sobs but all she did was shrink down into a little ball. She was so pathetic! She couldn't even do a stupid henge of a kid as cute as him! What kind of ninja would she be if she failed at this?!

"Look, um, I-I'm really sorry at getting, er, angry..." started Sasuke, his heart being continously shredded with guilt, "I-If it helps, er, I ...like you?" It had worked on all the other girls.

Hinata cried even harder.

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Month 3, week 2.