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Author's Note: This is the beginnings of a fanfic that I was asked to do on Tumblr. I hope it isn't too bad.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, Misashi Kishimoto does.

Chapter 1: Changes

Hinata looked out the window of her room, happy with how her situation had changed. She was proud of herself for speaking to her father. She had always been reserved, she hid her anger and frustration, as well as how easily she could act out because of those emotions, and that allowed her to seem very sweet and timid, which helped when speaking with her father. She had just finished telling her father that she wanted to leave the school she was at and attend a better school. All she had to do was to mention that it really was a disgrace for a Hyuuga to attend the school she had been going to. Her father had always been prideful, so a disgrace to his name was not something he took lightly, even if that disgrace was just an addition to what he believed was the biggest disgrace to the name Hyuuga, which was Hinata. He had struggled with how to manage the girl since her mother had died. Hinata came home late almost every night, and Hiashi had battled her over the topic many times before. He had since given up trying to deal with her. She was 17 and not worth the effort in his eyes. He had long since decided to focus on making sure that his other daughter Hanabi did not turn out anything like her older, the prospect of at least making it seem like Hinata was not the failure that he deemed her by having her attend a higher class school was very appealing to him because it would make him and the Hyuuga namelook better. After only a few moments hesitation, Hiashi had signed the transfer forms and handed them back to Hinata. As Hinata left his office, she smirked slightly then headed to her room. She had gotten exactly what she had wanted, so she went to relax on the window bench in her room. She grabbed her sketch book on her way to the window bench, then sat down and looked outside.
While Hinata stared out the window for reference and then drew what she observed, her mind wandered to thoughts of her group of friends that were out there in the city that she could see the sky line of if she sat on the roof. She had been honored to become the leader of her gang, but over the past 7 months that she had been the leader, it had become difficult because she did not go to a school in the city so she had to waste time commuting from school to the gang's meeting place. Hinata had finally managed to solve that problem by transferring to one of the schools that were right in the city. She finished drawing her picture so she set her sketch book on a nearby desk and let herself become lost in her thoughts. After pondering what her first day of school would be like in two days, Hinata retired to her bed to rest before getting up at sunrise to go meet with her gang to let them know that everything had worked out. While Hinata slept, across town Sasuke had just gotten into his bed

Sasuke lay on his bed and glared at the ceiling. He was dreading the fact that his mother had just told him that they were going shopping to get his new uniform for school the next day because school was starting in two days. He hated school. He despised the fact that even though he had the best grades in his class, his father didn't care because his older brother Itachi had already graduated and had been his class's valedictorian. Sasuke would much rather be out with his gang painting graffiti on the sides of abandoned buildings that stood at the outskirts of the city. He was actually quite a talented artist, but what made the difference in his gang was that he was a good leader, which meant that his gang was not one to be messed with. They weren't a very violent gang, but they didn't like it when their territory was threatened, and when it was threatened, Sasuke was always able to make sure that they never lost any ground. He was highly respected, as well as being notorious around the city for being a ghost leader. No one had been able to figure out who the leader of the group was since he had taken the lead and shrouded the gang in mystery. No one outside of his gang knew that he was in a gang, let alone the leader of one, he made sure of that. He preferred to be able to walk around the city and go to school without being seen as a gang member because he preferred not being in the limelight. He detested how he was always noticed atschool for his looks and his grades, so he didn't want anything else to draw attention to him. That was one thing he appreciated about going to a school that had uniforms, his style of dressing couldn't get him noticed because everyone dressed the same. Not even that fact though was enough to make him not dread having to shop for a new uniform the next day with his mother. He continued to wish in vain that he wouldn't have to go shopping the next day as he drifted into sleep.