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disclaimer: i do not own Naruto… (though i can't help but wish i owned Gaara… or Sasuke… *swoon*)

It had been a tiring –and absolutely horrible - day for Hyuuga Hinata.

For the past month, Hinata has been staying in Suna, working as a teacher in the Academy. Now, Hinata's an outstanding kunoichi, a jounin even, but she has her suspicions on what she's really doing here.

See, last month, Hinata has done the unthinkable- she (finally) confessed her feelings to Naruto-kun (who, by the way, was still hopelessly in love with a certain pink-haired kunoichi) and promptly broke down to a pathetic lump of waterworks when he shot her down (but of course, she had done this holed up in the privacy of her room, and occasionally Hanabi and Neji would attempt- and fail- to drag her outside).

Tsunade wasn't one to pry in her subordinates' love lives, but enough was enough. Contrary to popular belief, Hinata was not a kunoichi whom was very easily ignored- turns out, everyone was affected by her sudden depression.

See, a happy Hinata was a sight to behold. A depressed one made everyone anxious and over the edge. (Because Hinata always gave and gave and asked for nothing in return- it was very hard not to grow on her)

And so, after a week of feeling like a huge cloud was hanging over the whole of Konoha (Hinata has no idea that she can affect a whole village- silly girl was so clueless sometimes), Tsunade decided to send her to Suna for a couple of months- and hopefully have her back to Konoha with a mended heart.

So, going back to now, it had been a tiring –and absolutely horrible - day for Hyuuga Hinata.

Now, if one was to look for a sign from the heavens above that something would go horribly wrong on a particular day, falling out of one's bed and landing painfully face-first on the cold hard floor would have been the first warning.

Hinata should have listened. But of course, our dear heroine was too optimistic for her own good (because she was still not seriously considering suicide after being called a bitter disappointment by her father, almost killed by her cousin, and rejected by her one true love), and decided to ignore the signs.

She had glanced at the clock situated on her nightstand, and after double-checking, she had realized that she was, actually, almost late for class. She had jumped up from the floor, grabbed clothes from the dresser, and in her haste to reach the bathroom, tripped over her own feet and landed (again) face-first unto the cold hard floor. Now, this wasn't a warning anymore; the heavens was shouting at her that something would go horribly wrong today.

She should have listened. Oh god, she should have listened.

But no- Hinata was far too optimistic to let it dampen her mood. So, with a determined stride, Hinata had skipped breakfast and made a beeline for the Academy- only to find out that her tardiness caused her eight year old students to decide to paint the whole classroom with a bunch of art supplies stacked somewhere in the back of the classroom.

The moment she had opened the door to her designated classroom, a balloon, filled with paint, splat her on the back of her head; thus bathing her with an unattractive shade of pink (oh goodie, her hair was pink, maybe Naruto-kun would like her now?).

The children gasped in unison, and they watched (looking very much like they were watching a horror movie by the looks on their faces) their usually soft spoken and kind hearted teacher radiate killing intent that made them want to whimper pathetically in apology.

Hinata had turned her head slowly, gave them the Hyuuga patented Glare of Doom, and said in an eerily calm voice, "Clean this up."

She had turned, walked calmly to the Academy's bathroom, and proceeded to remove the paint on her hair.

Forget about the first two warnings; this was a bloody siren.

But Hinata, being who she was, ignored it. (The heavens above sighed and despaired)

After the incident her students had been very well-behaved (and to this day Hinata has no idea how a bunch of eight year olds managed to transform a very dirty and colorful classroom into a spotless one in a matter of minutes). And so, Hinata breezed through her day without trouble (because the heavens above thought she was a hopeless case at that point).

As her class came to an end, her wayward thoughts had honed in on the person she's taken to thinking for, say, her whole life- Naruto-kun.

Naruto-kun and Sakura-chan were probably dating, shamelessly broadcasting to everyone what a sweet and cute couple they were without feeling guilty because Hinata was miles and miles and miles away from them.

Depressed and feeling very much spent, Hinata had gone straight to her quarters after class (pointedly ignoring Temari-chan's look of concern) and collapsed into bed.

But the sun was only setting, and the day was far from over.

(And the heavens above sighed and wondered why the Hyuuga heiress ignored all the signs that Fate had something nasty planned for her.)

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