Author's Note: Hello! Just writing this oneshot to let you know that I'm not dead. I am working on my drawing right now since I just received a tablet! Hehe…just to let you know, I'm not stopping my other stories either. They will be completed…eventually.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto
Clear, crisp footsteps descended down the hallway, waking Hinata out of her daze. She quickly straightened up and cleared her throat. There were swarms of strangeers surrounding her, filling out applications and such. The interview had been set at 2 o'clock, but apparently there were too many impromptu interviews for this certain job. She had a bad habit of dozing off when faced with stress…like the interview that was about to start.
Her lavender eyes scanned the pages of her portfolio quickly, rehearsing the lines and gestures that she memorized the days before. Her numb hands were quivering; fumbling as they flipped the thick, laminated pages of the heavy folder. She never wanted to come to this interview anyway, but her family and friends arranged it without her knowing.
They said that she needed some confidence, and they thought that a proper job would inspire it. But she didn't want a job outside, especially not at Sharingan Graphics. Working over the computer was fine; and the pay was around the same, but they all said that she needed social skills. It was all for her own good, but she couldn't suppress the thought that they were all plotting against her.
The door slid opened and banged against the beige walls of the office. Hinata cringed as she looked up miserably at the interviewer. He had metallic black hair and cold stone eyes that just spelled the end for a meek little spririt like her. His name tag read, 'Uchiha Sasuke, Vice-President'. That only served to make her even more nervous.
He sat down from across her on the plump office chair and regarded her with a cool eye. She put on a shaky smile, remembering all the times she had practiced in front of the mirror beforehand. He grabbed the stack of papers that she handed him and flipped through them.
"Hinata Hyuuga, age 24, Graphics Designer…right?"
"Y-yes, Uchiha-san…"
"Stop it."
Hinata looked at him fearfully, half-expecting him to slap her or tell her how pathetic she was.
"Stop with the formalities. It's just Sasuke."
"A-ano….o-okay…."
"I won't say anything about your stammering today, but you should try to be more confident. It helps with the interview."
"…."
He leaned back his chair and produced a notepad and a pen. Putting on a practiced and offical tone, he started to hammer her with questions.
"How long have you studied designing?"
"F-five years."
"What is your specialty in this area?"
"C-color selection and artwork-k…"
"Have you worked in a company before?"
"Y-yes…over the w-web for LEAF.."
And on and on the questions went. Finally, he put down the pen and shoved the notepad in his pocket. Then he walked crisply out of the cold room. Hinata took a shaking breath, trying to calm herself down. That was nerve-racking, but it was over.
Her first interview.
When she passed the reception desk, the pink haired receptionist chirped that she would receive the reply in about two weeks. Hinata nodded numbly and walked out of the buildling on shaky legs.
Later, she found out from the vice-president's elder brother that she was the only one hired.