Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or the characters.

Author's Notes:
This story will jump between Sasuke and Hinata's perspective. The bold name represents who's perspective the story is from.

This chapter may be confusing at first.. but it will make more sense later on =) I hope XD

Enjoy!

Sasuke
I glared at the sky. How was it that I had landed myself in this situation? Me, Sasuke, a baby sitter for that timid shadow, Hinata. I gritted my teeth. I suppose there were worse choices.

My skin prickled and I turned my head to see my assignment walk out of a bookstore.

Hinata
The glare of the sun in my eyes blinded me as I stepped out of the bookstore. As my eyes adjusted, I saw him. A boy that was older than me, leaning against the brick wall a few stores down. He was dressed entirely in black – black jeans and a black shirt that contrasted with his pale skin. I swallowed hard. He looked like a brooding dark angel. Even at this distance I could tell that he was strong, despite his lean appearance. I always had good vision, and it surprised me at times that I could tell so much from a single glance. The boy was dangerous.

Sasuke
I waited patiently, making an analysis about what her actions would tell me about her. If she turned and walked the other way, even though her house was in this direction, it would show that she was more than a coward and hated confrontation. If she chose to walk this way with me here, I would say her practicality was stronger than her fear of dangerous strangers. But she would probably keep her head down and try not to attract attention.

Physically, she wasn't much to look at. She was average. Long dark hair, pale eyes, pale skin… I couldn't tell much about her figure based on her clothing, except that she was wearing too many and it made her look like a bulky snowman – snowwoman, I corrected.

I smirked when I saw her trying to decide what to do. She looked so vulnerable, trapped. Then she took a step in my direction. My smirk widened when I saw her keep her head down, hair obscuring her face. I let her pass me and saw her shoulders relax.

I grinned. Why shouldn't I make the most of this annoying assignment and have some fun?

"Hey," I called out in a low voice.

She froze. I swear I saw her thoughts – turn or run?

She turned very slowly and looked up. I blinked in surprise. This close, I could see that the colour of her eyes were a pale lavender.

"You dropped this," I held out my hand.

Her brows creased in a thoughtful, uncertain way.

"Thanks." She replied, uncertainly. She reached out her hand to take the book from me. Her fingertips brushed my hand and I felt as if someone had stunned me. I pulled back automatically. What the Hades was that feeling?

She bit her lip, as if wondering to leave the book with me.

"Sorry," I muttered and gave her the book carefully, making sure that I didn't touch her skin.

She looked perplexed, as if expecting me to be a demon that would devour her. She gave me a small smile and pressed her book to her chest. Then without another word, she turned and walked away.

Hinata
I forced myself to walk and not run. I could feel his eyes following me. My heart was slamming against my ribs. I didn't know if it was because I felt as if I had escaped from something dangerous or the encounter with him had sparked something in me.