This is my first Gaara x Sakura fiction AND my first Naruto fiction so be kind!

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Title: Her Secret Hell

Author: Kinky-Nami-Lass

Summary: Sakura moves with her foster parent, an abusive man who owns most of the brothels in Shippuuden. When arriving at her new school, she decides things need to change with the social sectioning of individuals but help comes from an unexpected bad boy when her own problems steadily get worse…

Pairings: Gaara X Sakura, Neji X Tenten, Naruto X Hinata, Temari X Shikamaru Ino X Kiba with a bit of Sakura X Sasuke (one sided) and Ino X Sasuke (one sided)

Warning: Story contains implied and/ or scenes of: torture, rape, angst, adult scenes, violence and probably more…

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, or any of its characters. Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.

-Making Friends-

-1-

A familiar buzz rang throughout the car until it fine tuned into a channel of voices and tunes. Boredom; something which overcome people through lack of activity or interest and she was certainly feeling it. They had been travelling for hours down the seemingly never-ending road. Occasionally she would get excited after seeing the odd bush or tree pass them. She had reduced herself to being amused at the slightest change in scenery. The road was straight and surrounded by a dried up sandy wasteland. Things weren't looking good for her hopes.

When she was told they were moving she felt a mixture of anger, sorrow and excitement. She didn't want to leave behind the only friend she had, Hana, but then she reminded herself that Hana had plenty of more popular friends who chose to ignore her when Hana was with her. This move would be best for both of them. She could gain a new start and the possibility of more than one friend, whilst Hana could gain ranks at her school and forget all about her moving friend.

Of course she would miss her gorgeous brunette friend but her suspicions were probably true about Hana growing tired of being dragged down by a loser such as herself. Once she grew out of her depression she grew excited at the idea of escaping her boring town.

She knew not to bring her hopes up for such luxuries such as friends or relationship, not that she could handle or be allowed to have one.

"Turn that down! We're almost there!" A gruff voice called from the other side of the car she was trapped in. She looked over after turning the radio down and studied her 'captor's' demeanour.

He was currently scowling with a tight grip around the wheel to keep himself awake. Seven and a half hours of constant driving could do that to you. He was doped up on caffeine and substances the young, pink haired girl dreaded to think about. He looked tense and restricted.

She remembered the day he came bursting into the orphanage demanding to be 'hooked up' with one of the girls. Naturally, the sisters at the orphanage had to wait for a police check on the man because of his bold choice of words; not that they cared either way. Unluckily for Sakura, she was the 'girl' he chose.

He had spent hours looking around the home for the perfect girl of his choice, and Sakura's 'unique' hair colour attracted all sorts of attention. Be it sarcastic comments, rude statements or appreciative compliments. Usually the first two around her class mates, if she could call them that; but older men seemed to have a thing for hot young chicks with a bold hair colour.

She wondered how he got away with the police check since his 'business' wasn't a pleasant one, but she took note of the leggy blonde who accompanied him in whore clothes. It didn't take much persuasion on the police's part to allow him to take the pink-haired girl as his 'adoptive daughter'.

She wondered why he had chosen her and inspected her looks before he dragged her out of the home but once she found out his business, it made perfect sense. He owned several high ranking brothels across Shippuuden, all completely legal of course thanks to extreme bribes on the police's part.

She sighed and looked out of the window away from the man who ruined her life. She looked in the mirror to see the small van following behind, driven by said blonde whore. At first Sakura thought she would be able to talk to her but she was slapped and pushed around; she never did understand that until she noticed her behaviour around Osamu. It was clear she was in love with the man although the reasoning behind it remained a mystery to Sakura.

Beep Beep

Sakura looked up to the mirror once more to see Yoko rubbing her breasts together and licking her lips at Osamu, who was watching through the mirror. Sakura thought it was a pitiful attempt to get his attention but she only hated the blonde further when she realised how turned on Osamu. No, not because she was jealous… far from that, but being stuck in a car with her horny guardian meant one thing.

She looked down to the hand which found its way to her knee and felt bile rising in her throat. She knew what was coming thanks to the blonde's attempts of getting noticed. Sure it worked, in a way, but he rarely vented his frustration on Yoko seeing as though she was his secretary and had been around a few different men. She was highly attractive but maybe too attractive for her own good. It seemed like her brains resided in her overly large chest and she would always wear too much make-up.

To further prove her lack of brain cells, who in their right mind would turn on a man, when he wasn't even in the same vehicle as them, in hope to gain their affection. Another bonus to proving Sakura's point was the fact that she was in the same car as him and likely to be the one he 'fooled around' with.

She cleverly lifted her leg over the other, and released his hold on her creamy leg. He looked over to her with that look in his eyes. The look that signified he was going to get his own way through force. She looked back, with partial fear outlining her emerald eyes, and panicked. He reached out for her locks of pink and forced her head over to his throbbing manhood. It was sick how fast he would go from relaxed to hard.

He forced her head over to the opening of his jeans and was about to push her downwards when she squealed out, "W-Where here!" She was thankful she had noticed the sign that welcomed all tourists and out of town folk.

He threw her head back, which hit against the back of the chair, and withdrew his other hand which had been edging his zip down. She took a couple of long breaths and calmed herself down. It wasn't the first time he wanted to have his way with her, but she had somehow kept him from damaging her any further than bruises or cuts.

She looked out the window intent on ignoring the repulsive man beside her and noticed several things about the town immediately. It seemed to have a lot more colour and life than the last town and the houses looked picture perfect. Looking around, there was still a lot of loose sand and eroded earth like her last but this town had lawns, fields and several planted trees or flowers. A small smile grew on her glossy pink lips as she examined the surroundings.

There were children playing in the street with balls and bats, happily running around without a care in the world; screaming and yelling at each other with big grins. She passed football pitches and basketball courts with teenage boys but she looked away immediately not wanting to get a lecture, or a beating, for staring at other guys when Osamu was with her. On cue, he looked over to her to see her reaction to the young men and smirked when he seen her looking at her knees.

They finally turned into a smart looking estate with larger houses. Around eight houses lined each street they turned into, each one had a little something extra than the last. Tall white buildings with matching picket fences, which created strange, shadowed shapes on the pavement when the sun shone its glory through the gaps.

Money hadn't been a problem with this little 'family' he had. In fact, he often lavished her with it so she didn't look scruffy or unworthy. That way she could get her own things, like clothes and shampoos, and he wouldn't have to worry about it. She was quite thankful for this unlimited cash flow but she tried not to get too used so he couldn't use it against her for when she would graduate and get out of the hell it truly was. She would trade all the expensive houses and clothing she had to have a warm, loving 'true' family.

He pulled up to a fairly secluded house in the corner of the rows which lead up to it. Like the other houses, it had a tall white fence encasing the large palace-like home and neatly mown lawns which had a single coloured path leading to the huge oak doors. Her nose scrunched up in disgust at the picture-perfect home. She knew what would happen behind these neatly aligned windows and doors.

The path gave a little swerve every now and then, leading up to building. Not a single weed or daisy was in site of the green grass which reached as high as possible towards the pale blue skies and puffy clouds. Too perfect in her mind.

She opened the car door and stretched her legs and arms freely. She looked over to notice Osamu was already at the front door, trying out the keys, Yoko not far behind, waddling up the path and wiggling he bum. Sakura let out a loud tut at the sight; she was like a hopeless pup following after its master, frightened to set one foot out of line but at the same time, begging for attention.

She opened the boot of the car and grabbed her huge, plain suitcase to lie on the floor. She grabbed several other bags which hung off her shoulders, until the weight was too great, before dragging the larger behind her and up the curled path.

She walked through the opened door and her breath got caught in her throat from the sight. All the walls were white and the flooring was firm, wooden throughout the large rooms and hallways. She had pictured everything to be perfect but even she had to admit it was a beautiful house. Apparently Osamu had been dreaming of a large house like this since he started his business and since things were looking good for his work, he bought a few more brothels and this masterpiece.

She walked into the strangely shaped living room, which already had a few abstract paintings, which closely resembled greenery, such as leaves and bushes, and found Yoko batting her eye lashes to Osamu while he inspected the large fireplace.

"Which room is mine?" She asked as politely as she could muster and tried to keep her voice neutral.

"Top floor… the one with en-suite… I expect you will only use your own bathroom… its large enough." He said not looking at her once.

She walked up the stairs to find another set which led to a second floor. She knew why she was placed on the top floor; besides the fact it has an en-suite. He had caught Hana trying to escape from her room through the window when she shouldn't have been visiting. This way, they will only have chance to hide from him since they wouldn't jump from the top floor.

She was quite pleased when she got there to find a lock on the door. The room was large in size with the same colour scheme as the rest of the house. A pretty bathroom was well hidden to be disguised as a wall, which was a relaxing cream with a few purple tiles making the bathroom seem delicate. A king sized bed rested in the middle of the room was stripped of any covers or pillows; begging to be splashed with colour. She grinned and let her bags drop off her shoulders, relieving them of the strain and weight.

Another impressive point about the room was the window she seemed to neglect. It was fairly large and couldn't be seen from the door entrance thanks to the unique L shape of the room. She thought that Osamu must be having a good day to give her this room so she immediately unpacked her things into the large, varnished wardrobe and set up her bed sheets so he wouldn't change his mind. She grabbed her make-up, stationary equipment and accessories to put into place on the deck, which matched the wardrobe and had a tall mirror above it. She couldn't help but feel like the room was quite girly now, aside from lacking colour, so she hoped he wouldn't change his mind.

It had been quite a long day for Sakura after she unpacked from her long journey. She walked down the stairs calmly to see Osamu ordering several men with caps on. They were carrying desks and brightly coloured furniture into the house from the newly arrived truck which was opened outside their house. She waited for a quiet moment to interrupt him so she wouldn't get a bashing, but he seemed to be aware of her presence after noticing the lusty glances she was getting from the hormonally young men who were placing the furniture.

He turned around to see her waiting for him to finish. "What?" He asked harshly annoyed by the attention she was receiving. He forcefully grabbed her arm, digging his stubby fingers into her flesh making the skin turn white and then red. She groaned in pain and looked up to find the delivery men watching the show. He let go and sent them a warning glare before turning back to her.

"I'm finished unpacking…" She whimpered rubbing her arm.

"Help Yoko unpack…"

"She's moving in?!" She almost yelled annoyed by the prostitute. She slapped her hand to her mouth on instinct to her shouts.

Osamu obviously misunderstood her rage for jealousy so he walked over with a smirk and patted her butt gently and leaned into her face, "Don't worry… you won't loose my attention to that over-used whore…" he said with a slight growl as his patting became stroking. She cringed and pulled away from him before he added, "Its just office equipment for when she is doing desk work…"

She scowled and marched outside to see Yoko struggle with carrying a couple of folder like the feeble little slut she is. She laughed out loud at her attempts to carry the light weight folders while balancing in her bright pink hooker-heels.

"Oh… it's you…" She said sourly hen she seen Sakura approach. Sakura pulled a face at her and crossed her arms. She took a moment to see what Yoko had decide to dress in, or rather what she neglected to cover up.

A little white vest top helped the men get a look of her cleavage, which was forcefully being lifted by her push-up bra; pink in colour, seen as though Yoko had no shame when it came to showing off her underwear. A little pink piece of cloth with zips could barely pass as being part of the skirt family. The stretched out fabric looked more like a belt, and the wind seemed to agree when it caught the thin piece of fabric and lifted it for the viewing eye.

"I'm supposed to help you…" Sakura found her stained, pink cheeks disgusting, in contrast to her deeply tanned skin. Bright pink lips matched all of the above, but only made the image worse.

"Uh! Good! Here…" She dumped several folders in Sakura's arms along with a few bags while she waddled over to flirt with two delivery men who were trying to balance the large desk between them. She turned around and headed for the house before stopping. She decided to embarrass Yoko in her feeble attempts to flirt.

"Hey you old has-been… where is your slutty office being set up? Looks like you'll have a hard time getting men over that desk huh?" She yelled causing a few pedestrians and delivery men to stop and stare with a stifled chuckle. She huffed and stuck her fingers up at Sakura after failing a come back.

'Hell yeah we showed her up!' Inner Sakura chimed clasping her hands like a giddy girl. Sakura merely laughed at her inner's comedy and walked into the house with a grin. Even with the torture her adoptive-father put her through, she had to find things to laugh about so her spirit didn't completely break. Otherwise she would be trapped in a depressive state and her guardian would feel more victorious at her cowering form.

She sighed and plastered her fake smile onto her face before walking into the luxurious house.

oOo

The next day Sakura woke up to find the sun beaming through her uncovered window. She mentally added curtains to her list of things she needed before looking over the covers to her alarm clock and noticed it was around seven in the morning. She stretched in her bed and scuttled over to her mirror and gasped in horror.

Her father was quite a muscular man, just, but he had one possessive grip when he wanted. She ran her fingers over the blue skin and sighed. She couldn't believe he left such a disgusting mark after simply grabbing her arm. She dressed quickly, making sure to wear sleeves up to her elbows, and rushed out her door down the stairs. She grabbed her bag before leaving her room and made sure to lock her door, since Yoko had been known to steal her possessions when she wasn't looking.

When she ran down the stairs a tired looking blonde greeted her at the bottom. She found it unusual for her to be up so early since she normally slept until midday after having slept with a good five men; butt then it made sense why she was awake. She had only slept with her father last night. She shook her head wanting rid of the disgusting thought and looked down at the blonde with an unmissed expression.

"Where are you going…?" Yoko asked with a glare.

"To get paint… tell him I'm going…" She knew she would probably be hit or yelled at for not telling him directly or getting his permission.

"Little fucking slut…" Yoko cursed loudly making sure Sakura knew she disliked her. Yoko, too, knew that her master wouldn't be happy.

This only seemed to make her smile more as she left the house into the warm morning breeze. She ran down the welcoming paths and then into the street with a smile on her face. She didn't dress like this all the time, in fact she often wore different types of clothes.

She wore a little black plain skirt with tiny pink pockets on and plain flat black shoes. She wore a skin tight pink top which came down to her elbows and puffed out at the end of the sleeve. She didn't often dress much more impressive since she didn't know what to wear or what to combine, after all she only had one friend to turn to and they rarely talked about fashion since they were quite tomboy-ish.

She skipped along street with her fake smile in place and found herself coming up to a larger mansion with a brick wall surrounding the institute. Finding herself drawn to the large building, she walked up its creamy, pebbled pathways to the large double doors. Instinct told her what this place was and when she entered the front doors she gasped; it was much more pleasant than the pathetic excuse she had for a home.

Sakura's mouth opened widely. She had never been given such a homely, warm-feeling when she walked into an adoption institute. Yes, she did know these kinds of places, all too well. Only, her thoughts were to turn around and walk away before she was noticed. Maybe she had come to the wrong place.

"How can I help sweetie?" a 30 year old woman asked with a small smile. She was seated behind a large reception area and had been clicking away at her computer until the pinkette came in. The sun had been hidden behind the thick, comforting curtains and little sofa chairs were neatly aligned around the corner of the room, leaving them both in a comfortable shade.

"… erm… I was just wondering… could I, maybe, visit…?"

"Which child?"

"All of them?"

"I'm afraid we don't-"

"Please! I… just wanted to talk…"

"What's the problem here?" A voice asked from behind Sakura. She turned around to face a tall elderly man with a crooked, but warm smile.

"I came to visit…"

"Oh? Hmm…" He crossed his arms in thought and then smiled warmly at Sakura after inspecting her. "okay"

"But Sir-!" The woman protested before being interrupted.

"Calm down… I know my kind when I see them…" He said smiling sadly at the receptionist.

"Oh…"

He walked Sakura down a long hallway, to which matching plastic doors lined evenly throughout, and through the tall patio doors at the end, into a back garden where many different age groups played. It was a sunny, hot day and the children were enjoying it.

A large sand pit sat in the centre of the garden, to which a slide and several swings were stuck in the soft, brown grains. Toddlers and younger children played in the gritty substance, letting it blow in the breeze between their fingers. Not too far away, a smaller sand pit sat in the corner of the garden, behind a few trees in the shade.

She found it odd that the tiny, insignificant sandpit sat away from anyone else and was hidden behind shadows and greenery. The rest of the gardens were filled with differently coloured flowers, such as tulips and lilies. There were only around five trees in the area but it was enough to show difference in height between the young occupiers.

Most of the children were sectioned off into their own age groups, except a loud, wild blonde guy with vibrant blue eyes who was yelling to kids of all ages to get in line. He was clearly trying his hardest to play a game with all of them, not wanting to leave anyone out.

"What did you mean… your kind?" Sakura asked, her eyes not leaving the game that was being played.

"I can tell you're an orphan… or rather were one? I'm guessing you have been adopted already…" She looked up at him shocked and nodded slowly. "How is it? Your new family?"

"…"

"I'm sure you'll get on… someday…"

"I won't!" She said firmly with a protesting streak in her eyes. After seeing his shocked expression, she plastered a smile over her once angry expression and turned to face the happily laughing children. "You know… I wish this had been my home…"

Sakura spaced out as the memories came flooding into her mind of the hell she had endured in her own home; this place seemed like a fairytale, in comparison.

"Miss?"

Sakura snapped out of her trance and looked up at the elderly man who had called her. "Yes?"

"I asked if you would like to meet someone your age?" He replied looking curiously at her.

"Oh… yeah sure!" She smiled up at him until her attention was drawn by the hyperactive blonde and the grin which accompanied him.

"Hey! If you're here you should play with us!" he yelled running over before stopping and looking curiously at Sakura.

"Naruto… we have a guest who would like to meet some others her age…"

"Hey! I'm Naruto Uzumaki! I was here but I got adopted a few weeks ago! Sometimes I stay over here though!" He said happily. "What's your name?!"

"I'm Sakura…" She replied with a grin.

"You have pink hair…" He said with a chuckle.

Her eyes seemed to change and a darkened battle aura surrounded her. "Na-ru-to!" She said threateningly. "I know!" She yelled pounding him on the head.

"Ouch!"

"Well you two seem to be getting on well…" He replied walking away.

"Bye Sandaime!" Naruto yelled waving his arms. "Hey! Wanna meet Tenten?!" He asked her excitedly, while rubbing his head with a grin.

"Sure Naruto!" She smiled following him nervously. She hadn't got the chance to talk to many people since she only had one friend but she felt like a good conversation with people she just met. This was her new start.

They walked over to another door from the side of the building which was neatly labelled, girls dormitory and begun to climb the stairs while talking. "You'll like Tenten! She's like us!"

"Us?"

"Orphans… only she hasn't been adopted yet…" He said sadly.

The stairs were steep and with the contact their feet made with the cold grey stone, a hollow sound echoed and bounced of the four walls surrounding them. Anti-slip, rubber strips had been placed on each step, which seemed to dim the sound of her heels in comparison to her toes.

"How can you tell I'm like you?" She asked curiously, running her hand cautiously up the banister. She found it strange that both the old man and Naruto found out straight away she was like them without asking.

"It's your eyes…"

"… you can tell by my eyes?" She asked in an I-don't-believe-you voice. She couldn't believe that they read her eyes. It was too unbelievable.

"Hey! I can tell! Your eyes probably give you away all the time!" He said with a chuckle. She grew curious of this and decided to test it out later.

"So… where is Tenten?" She asked when they walked into a long hallway, with pink walls highlighting the feminine gender accurately. Purple flowers had been placed in the vases that rested on the shelf of each window they passed.

"She should be in her room… Tenten!" He yelled knocking on a door with the number 18 decorated on it. A few stickers were placed around the number of shuriken and kunai. Sakura started to worry about the girl she was being introduced to.

"Naruto! Why-?" Once the brunette with two buns opened the door to scold the hyperactive blonde she stopped noticing something pink. She immediately put her kunais down and smiled at the young girl who was giving her a questioning look.

"Hey Tenten! This is Sakura! She's like us… but she's adopted… she came to visit!" Naruto said summing up Sakura's entire existence and annoying the pink haired girl who would have liked to introduce herself.

"Oh hi! You'll be going to Konoha right?"

"The school? Yeah! Will you?"

"Of course! You should hang with us! I'll introduce you to the guys when the time comes!" She said with a smile. Sakura felt like her chest had warmed up and she didn't know how to act.

She found herself stuttering for the right words unsure of how to answer or if it was even an invitation. "Well… um… I-I…Sh…Wou…"

"Come on! You haven't been invited to hang out before?" Tenten chuckled and look over to Sakura's embarrassed face which had dramatically saddened. "Oh… Sakura I'm Sorry!"

"It's fine! I'm starting again! It'll be different right?" She said smiling like she always would. She refused to cry and be weak.

"Exactly!" Naruto interrupted, "This is new and already it's better right? We already invited you so… say yes already!" He said with his usual grin.

"Yes…" She said with a smile. "I accept your invite! If that's alright…" she added on as an after thought.

"It sure is! Hey lets go get ramen!" Naruto cheered grabbing both of the girls and walking back down the corridor leading to the stairs after Tenten locked her door.

oOo

"Can't…eat…any…more!" Sakura whined with her head on the bench of Ichiraku Ramen stall. It was red in colour and the sign looked as if it had been drawn on by a crazed toddler with a crayon. She looked over to Naruto; no way… right?

Naruto was still happily eating his fourth bowl while Tenten and Sakura had practically collapsed, unable to move.

"Done!" He yelled slamming his bowl to the bench and startling Sakura and Tenten.

"What should we do now?" Tenten asked curiously looking between Sakura and Naruto.

"Oh shoot! I need to paint my room!" Sakura said almost forgetting.

"Can we help?" Tenten asked with a grin.

Sakura felt a lump forming in her throat. She didn't want to turn down her new friends but she didn't want to get beat for having company over. She was stuck between two choices and didn't like the outcome of either.

"If Osamu isn't in you can…" She said weakly feeling feeble.

"He's that bad?" Naruto asked.

"He's…difficult…" She finally answered. She decided to bring them along anyway and suffer the consequences. Any beating was worth it now she had two friends she could relate to and had a great time with. "Let's go! Oh, I need to buy it first though…" She said knocking her head playfully with her fist.

"Cool! We'll help!" Naruto yelled standing up and following Sakura. Tenten followed with a smile to match Naruto's until Sakura stopped and turned around looking slightly red.

"Erm… you wouldn't happen to know where it is…would you?" She scratched her cheek with embarrassment and tilted her head to the side after Tenten and Naruto fell to the floor comically.

oOo

"It matches her hair!"

"But this colour is cooler!"

"This is her trademark colour! She has to have this colour!"

"But… this colour is cooler!"

"Naruto! You have no argument here! Just because you want orange doesn't mean she does! Orange is your colour! It isn't your room!"

"GUYS!"

Tenten and Naruto shut up and looked over to the pink haired girl who was holding two other cans of paint; one blue and one green.

"Blue and green?"

"How about we get them all? I wanna have polka-dots everywhere!" She grinned over at the two who smiled back at her. They would never know if she had said that just to stop the argument or if she really wanted her room like so.

"Okay Sakura-chan!" Naruto chimed running over to the till.

After buying the paint, they stepped out into the still sunny day and began walking down the streets of shops. Carefully aligned gift stores and clothes shops were stacked in a row, each with a brightly coloured design and strange symbols. People lined the busy streets chatting and weaving in and out in order to avoid one another.

"Wow! Everyone is so… happy and lively here!" Sakura said with a smile as she struggled to keep up with Naruto and Tenten.

After a few more minutes of walking, Naruto stopped dead in the street and grinned like a cat, "Guys! It's Hinata! Oi, Hinata!" He yelled running over to a small, black haired girl with silver eyes.

Sakura and Tenten were about to run over when Tenten grabbed Sakura and held her back with wide eyes. "Please don't leave me…" Tenten said not losing focus on her eye's target.

"What's wrong?" Sakura asked following her line of vision until she was looking at a long haired guy with eyes to match the girl Naruto was talking to.

He was leaning against the wall while Naruto and the unknown girl talked a little further away. He held himself perfectly, closing his eyes after realising who the girl was talking to, and folding his arms calmly. "Oh… I see…" Sakura grinned, nudging Tenten, who blushed furiously and looked away from the boy.

"…"

"Why don't you talk to-?"

"No!"

"…"

"I'm sorry Sakura… it's just… I can't…"

"You shy?" She asked amazed by the fact the girl who had talked her ear of quite happily was freezing up.

"It's… a little more complicated… you'll understand when we get to school…"

"Oh…" Sakura looked back over to Naruto who was waving them over to talk to the shy girl who was blushing and looking to the ground. They were standing outside of an ice-cream parlour and Hinata had been talking to the taller male, who was now arrogantly looking away.

Tenten took Sakura's wrist and led her over to her two friends, all the while, shooting nervous glances over to the unknown guy who was leaning against the wall. When they stopped Tenten made sure to stay at the furthest side away from the handsome stranger.

"Hey Sakura, this is Hinata… she hangs with us at school!"

"Hi Hinata-san!"

"H-Hello Sakura-san…"

"There's no need to be formal Hinata!" Sakura smiled making Hinata smile in return, only a little gentler.

"T-Then I must ask the same of you Sakura-chan…" She replied confidently.

"Okay Hinata-chan! But, who's that?" She asked pointing towards the guy who made Tenten blush and turn away.

"That's my cousin, Neji…"

Neji looked up and focused his eyes on Sakura before turning away with a blank expression. "He's not very social huh?" Sakura joked looking back over to Hinata who smiled.

"Nah!" Naruto interrupted scratching his head, "He hangs around with the more popular people! He's too cool to talk to us" He added dripping his words with sarcasm.

Sakura noticed Tenten look over to him sadly. Sakura followed and noticed him smirking at Naruto's comment, still looking away from the small group. Sakura hated the fact that they didn't talk because of such a simple and pathetic reason. She didn't believe people should be separated by their social groups and wanted nothing more than prove how stereotypical their beliefs were. She then realised Tenten's predicament; it was clear after all that she had a thing for Neji.

To Be Continued…

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