That's right, its ya' girl KawaiixKisses, back with a story fresh outta the oven! Word! Check, check! LMAO!

Ignore that. Anyway, yeah it's me again you guys. So, I had this idea swimming around in my head for the longest time, but it wasn't until yesterday (January 18th, 2011) that I actually expressed it in words. I decided to skip school because of all that rain, but shhhhhhhhh, don't tell my dad, and I sat down on my fluffy chair and wrote this. I don't know where I'm going to go with this story, but I do have a few ideas, so bare with me for the time being. But anyway, thank you for clicking the link to this story and for reading it. READ, REVIEW & ENJOY!

Mairudo Sebun

KawaiixKisses

Chapter 1 - Ballerina Groupie

"That's it, you're getting it now," the old man cooed.

His silver hair was pulled back into a ponytail, the long white strands dangling down his back. His soft pale eyes studied her movements, watching as her arms lengthened and her head tilted back just slightly. His head nodded as she twirled slowly, her feet lifting onto her toes just slightly before relaxing into a standing position. "Don't forget to –"

Before he could finish what he had hoped to say, the student leaped into the air, her legs extended perfectly. He stared in awe as she landed and went straight into her next pose, her back arching with her movements and her expression serene. He had worked hard on her for the past thirteen years and he was quite proud of what she had accomplished. He could easily say his hard work was not made in vain. "You can stop now, Hinata."

The dancer looked to him then, her arms and legs relaxing into a more comfortable position. She was dressed in a soft blue leotard and white tights. Her long black hair was pulled back into a proper bun, no strands of hair left to stray. Her feet of course, donned a pair of soft pink ballet shoes. "I haven't finished the routine," her soft voice came, rolling her arms slightly.

"I know, that's enough for today, however. You should rest."

"Resting gets you nowhere," she reminded him, slipping out of her shoes.

"This is true," he responded, turning from her and walking out of the studio. "But then there is always tomorrow."

Hinata couldn't help the smile that played at the corners of her lips. Her sensei was an unusual one, it was hard to understand him at times. When she first began ballet he had her practice the basic steps over and over from dusk till dawn, never once allowing her to rest. She hated him back then, but she was grateful nonetheless. Had it not been for his absurd practices and work ethic she might not have been accepted into Sasaki School of Dance. It wasn't the largest of schools, but it was prestigious nonetheless. There were about 72 dancers in the academy, making it hard to be admitted. Hinata had been nervous at her audition, mostly because of the sheer size of the applicants. There were tons of girls and guys auditioning for a spot in the school, only 12 made it. When Fuji-sensei had told her of her admittance, it was nearly impossible for her to hold back her tears. All that training, all that sweat, it was worth it.

The ballerina changed out of her leotard and headed for the showers, letting her hair down in the process. When she came back, dressed in a pair of loose sweat pants and a dark blue t-shirt, Fuji-sensei was already there, waiting for her. His brows crunched together slightly at the sight of her clothes. For a young lady with a decent body, she sure did under-dress. It was strange to him how uncomfortable she felt in the clothes young ladies today wore but had no qualms about wearing the skintight leotards and tights of a ballerina. His student was an unusual character.

"I suppose I won't be seeing you for a while," he said to her as they left the studio heading out to the parking lot. Hinata smiled bitterly at that. Sasaki was a boarding school out in Fukushima; she probably wouldn't be back in Tokyo until the winter holidays. "Hn."

Fuji smiled at her. "I'll be waiting for you when you get back, the others will miss you greatly." She smiled in return at the thought of the other girls – her friends. She had encouraged them to audition as well but they had all refused, stating that the only one with a real chance was her.

"We'll all be there for your winter concert," he mentioned. Hinata didn't know where he got his confidence from. He had been so sure that she would be the star of Sasaki's first year ballet. With so many good dancers, it was a long shot for her to be the star of the ballet, however she would audition. "Hn, Fuji-sensei."

He smiled and patted her on the back before sending her off to her car, bidding her farewell and wishing her luck at her new school.

It was beautiful, the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. The building was that of traditional Japanese design, the floor plan and layout making it like a palace. For all the money her father was paying for her to attend the school it should be palace like. The twelve brand new students all stood in the foyer, waiting for their instructor to arrive.

Hinata's pale white eyes searched around, admiring the décor of the "palace". It reminded her a little of her home back in Konoha. "Welcome," came a distinctively feminine voice.

The young dancer turned, along with the others, to find a tall woman with piercing red eyes smiling coolly at them. She had long, wavy brown hair that fell just past her shoulders and dressed casually in pair dark yoga pants and matching jacket with a white tank top underneath. Her lips curled into a small smile as she studied them, placing her hands on her hips.

"My name is Yuuhi Kurenai," she introduced herself, smiling when all twelve students bowed respectfully. "It's good to see that you all have manners," she said to them. "Before we get to your names, how about we go to the first year common area?"

With that she turned and walked down the hall, leaving the twelve of them to follow after her. Hinata studied the woman quietly, watching how graceful naturally graceful her movements were. She only dreamed of that find fluidity – she figured you had to be born with that kind of grace.

The red eyed woman slid open a shoji door to their right and motioning for them all to follow her inside. It was a stark contrast to the hallways and foyer, Hinata noted. While the theme out there had been tradition inside the room was more modern, the décor more youthful and fun. There was a large purple sofa in the center of the room along a few beanbag chairs scattered about and a plasma TV mounted on the wall. Hinata noticed a few game systems set up as well. On one side of the room was a rack that contained a variety of DVDs and possibly games.

"Don't just stand there. Take a seat," came Kurenai's voice. They had all been standing around awkwardly, waiting for further instructions possibly because as soon as she spoke they each hurriedly found a spot in the room.

"Okay, now lets get the fun stuff. Introductions!" she said cheerfully, standing in front of them and wearing an excited smile. "Let's start back there. Name, age – though you all should be around the same age –, prefecture and what you hope to accomplish in the next three years here."

The group all turned to the person Kurenai had pointed out, waiting for him or her to speak up. Hinata's eyes landed on a dark haired girl as she rose to her feet. Her eyes were almond shaped and deep brown in color, her skin tan. She smiled brightly at the group and introduced herself, going on and on in her answers. Hinata didn't pay too much attention to what the girl was saying, but she did notice how enthusiastic she was. When she was finished, Kurenai pointed to someone else and they began speaking. It was apparent that they were going in a clockwise circle and so Hinata prepared her answers as her turn approached.

"My name is Hyuuga Hinata, I'm eighteen years old and from Kanto. In the next three years I hope to become a better dancer…" she said softly, tucking a lock of hair behind her hair before sitting down. Kurenai nodded and pointed to the next person, a male this time. Hinata's interest wasn't sparked until the last person began to speak. Her eyes focused on the pinkette as she rose to her feet, her emerald eyes shimmering lightly. "My name is Haruno Sakura and I'm eighteen years old. I'm originally from Okinawa but my family recently moved to Kanto – Tokyo of course. Over the next three years… I hope to become the best dancer in the building."

Hinata's eyes widened slightly at her straightforwardness. How could she be so brash? So openly arrogant? Hinata had never met a person like the pinkette. Not really. This on the other hand, not at all surprised Kurenai. Sakura had been attending the academy since high school; she was a second year when she first arrived. Kurenai had heard talk to the pinkette, but had never seen her perform – the high school and college levels were separated. She only hoped for the pinkette's sake that she was as good as they all claimed because this wasn't high school anymore.

She had been there a week and everyone had already pared off into their cliques, Hinata of course had yet to form a bound with anyone there. She was used to being alone and so wasn't too bothered by it, however, she supposed it would have been nice to have someone to talk to.

It was a regular day at the academy and Hinata along with the others was just getting adjusted to how things worked in the school. They had practice from seven in the morning until noon, leaving the time after that up to them. Many of them branched off into their cliques and went about their business, probably to do more practice Hinata speculated, but she stay behind in the first year dance room, working on her form.

She was dressed in her uniform, a black leotard with the school's emblem printed on the right side of her chest and a pair of white tights, her feet bare save for the bandages she wrapped around them earlier. She twirled about the room, her arms extended carefully and her back arched as she spun. It would have been nice to have some music, she thought vaguely to herself going into a basic Fouetté rond de jambe en tournant. She was certain to keep her posture straight and her arms and legs moving in time to the eight count in her head. "Now, grand jete," came a voice and Hinata instinctively leapt into the air, her legs extending into a split momentarily before she landed again, spinning on her heel as she entered another Fouetté rond de jambe en tournant. It wasn't until a few moments had gone by had she realized what happened and came to a halt; her pale gaze shifting in the direction the voice had come from.

Her eyes landed on the pinkette from the first day, her lips curved into a grin. She bubble gum hair was pulled up into a classic bun, her green eyes sharp and watching her carefully. Hinata let her limbs relax as the pinkette made her way over to her, dressed in the school's uniform as well. "You're pretty good," she said to her, sliding her ballet shoes onto her feet. "You auditioning for a part in the winter ballet?"

Hinata shrugged her shoulders. "Isn't it mandatory?" her soft voice inquired. The pinkette looked up at her before straightening. "Hn. But I meant are you auditioning for a lead?" she asked as she began to stretch, loosening her muscles. Hinata watched her for a moment or two before answering, noticing how long and toned her legs and arms looked. "Not sure yet," she answered honestly – though Fuji would have a fit if he found out that she had not auditioned at least.

"You should, I think you're really good," the pinkette mentioned, her arms reaching into the air and her head tilting back. "We should be friends," she said, standing on her tiptoes after a moment or so.

"Friends?" Hinata echoed. She wasn't sure what the pinkette was getting at but she was having this gut feeling that trusting her would not be a good idea. The pinkette relaxed into a regular standing position and looked to Hinata, studying her face. "Is that a no?" she asked, her lips curving into an amused smile. Hinata shook her head a bit, causing the pinkette to laugh. "You're cute, Hyuuga. Practice with me."

The young dancer nodded her head and stood beside her, arms length away, following along as the pinkette called out moves. She watched them moving together in the mirror on the other side of the room, comparing her form to that of her pink "friend".

"There's a concert over at the music school tonight, you should come with me," Sakura said one night, sitting on her bed and smiling.

Not too long after they established a friendship had Sakura gotten Hinata's previous roommate to switch with her, claiming that she wanted to be with her best friend. Hinata hadn't objected to the pinkette referring to her as such as it had not bothered her. She didn't already have a best friend and so never thought much about it.

"Music school?" Hinata echoed, drying her hair with a towel.

Sakura smiled and nodded her head, her soft pink hair bobbing a bit. "There's this guy there who I'm interested in," she said to her, folding her legs Indian style. Funny how Hinata had never thought of boys. All that concerned her was dancing. She ate, slept, and pissed dancing. It was all her world revolved around.

"Get dressed," Sakura said, hopping off her bed and walking towards her closet. Hinata nodded and changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, when Sakura saw her she frowned. "What?" Hinata asked, staring back at her.

"Hyuuga, you're rich. Don't you have anything better than that?" Sakura inquired, staring her up and down.

Hinata shrugged her shoulders, she was used to those kinds of questions. She was indeed the heiress to a huge fortune but never bothered to spend money on clothes unless they were for dancing. She wasn't like her younger sister who went bananas in the mall and in boutiques, she felt more comfortable in a leotard than something fancy. "You'll just have to borrow something of mine but tomorrow we will shop. You can't expect to get a boyfriend dressing like that," Sakura scolded, opening her closet and searching for something for Hinata to wear.

"I don't want a boyfriend…" Hinata said softly, pouting her lips as she looked down at her clothes. And she didn't see what the problem was with what she was wearing. If they were going to a concert shouldn't a t-shirt and jeans be good enough? Apparently not because Sakura took out probably the smuttiest dress she could find and threw it at the young dancer. Hinata held the white material in her hands, there were so many holes that she wasn't sure which one to put her head through.

"Well… put it on," Sakura demanded. Hinata looked down at the dress than back up at the pinkette as if she were crazy. "I'm not wearing this," she said softly.

Sakura pouted, but only for a moment or so before taking the dress back. "Fine, but you are wearing something white," she mentioned, searching for another dress. The next one she pulled out wasn't as bad as the first, Hinata supposed, holding the new dress up to her body. It showed more than she would have liked, but supposed she might as well wear it or else sit and listen to the pinkette bitch and moan about it.

The dancer slid her clothes off and slipped into the white dress, the stretchy material sucking onto her skin. Sakura turned around after having had dressed and smiled at her friend. "Damn, check you out," she said, ogling the other female's chest and wide hips. Hinata offered her a small smile. She felt a little awkward in the dress and couldn't help tugging at the material slightly. From her closet Sakura took out a pair of black strappy heels and black leather jacket and handed them to her young friend.

"These two?" she inquired, staring at them.

"Well duh. You might get cold with those sleeves – I don't even think they qualify as sleeves – and you can't go bare foot; you do know how to walk in heels right?"

Hinata nodded her head. Oddly enough she did. Her father was a rich man, CEO of Hyuuga Co.*, she attended a few formal get-togethers in her day. The dancer slid her feet into the shoes, buckling them on tight and sliding her arms into the jacket before looking herself in the mirror. "You look good," Sakura commented, moving into the mirror along side her. The pinkette donned a strapless, tan, leopard print dress with hints of pink in a few spots and a pair of beige sling back pumps. "Now to do something with your hair," the pinkette mentioned, pulling out a curling iron.

She pushed the younger one onto the bed and began adding loose curls to long hair. She took a few pins and pulled back her bangs, allowing a better look at her face. "You don't really need any make-up, but a little mascara and lip gloss couldn't hurt," she said before applying said things to dancer's face.

Hinata sat quietly through the process, never once questioning nor protesting to the pinkette's actions. Instead she sat back and allowed it, it'd only be for one night and no one she knew would see her like that anyway. She would be fine she told herself, but when Sakura handed her the mirror and she got a look at her face, her stomach turned in knots. It was pretty, she was pretty but she was somewhat uncomfortable. The thought of anyone seeing her like that was stressful. She rather they didn't stare at her, but with her dressed the way she was it seemed naïve to hope otherwise. "Sakura-chan I –"

"Relax, Hyuuga. You look fine."

Sakura hoped off the bed and began working on her own make up, painting her lips a soft pink color and adding a bit of eyeshadow and mascara to her face. "Now lets go, maybe you'll even get a boyfriend tonight."

Hinata sighed.

It was loud, louder than she had expected. When Sakura said the music school was having a concert she had assumed it would be… quieter. Instead the pounding of drums and the screams of electric guitars assaulted the young dancer. It was dark in the concert hall, save for the strobe lights blaring and flashing in reds, blues and greens. "Sakura-chan!" she shouted over the loud music pumping into her ears.

"It's him! He's here! Hyuuga, he's here!" Sakura squealed, tugging on the dark-haired dancer's arm.

Hinata let her eyes follow in the direction Sakura pointed to. It was hard to see with the lights flashing so much. One second it was dark and the next it was pitch black. "Where!" she shouted, her pale orbs searching through the dark crowd.

"There! There! He's coming this way!" she screamed.

Hinata was ready to ask where when a tall figure emerged before them. She looked up at his face and couldn't help how good-looking he was. He had dark, chocolate colored hair and matching eyes. His frame was long and lean; she could tell there was hard muscle under the black t-shirt he wore. "Hyuuga, this is who I was telling you about," Sakura screamed next to her ear.

Hinata nodded her head, looking up at the male before her. He smiled down at her, his lips parting only slightly. Her heart sped up a bit, confusing her. What was that about? Her heart only did that before a performance… it was weird. "Hyuuga this is Itachi, Itachi, Hyuuga."

"It's nice to meet you Hyuuga-chan," he said to her, smiling at her again.

Her heart did that funny thing once more and she frowned, her brows knotting together. "Nice to meet you too, Itachi-san." Sakura beamed, smiling up at the male as they began speaking.

Hinata excused herself and exited the concert hall, unable to take the fluttering of her hear paired with the loud, abrasive music and the flashing lights. The ballerina let out a sigh of relief upon exiting the building, sucking in the cool air and shutting her eyes. She slid her hands into her jacket's pockets and began walking around. She felt weird out there, dressed as she was. The dress was far too tight and far too revealing for her liking – she didn't even want to get started on the shoes. She looked down at her feet as the thought passed through her mind. She had ballet shoes more comfortable than these monstrous things strapped to her feet. She was so enthralled by her pulsating feet that she hadn't noticed that she was approaching someone until she bumped into their back.

Her head shot up and her nose was instantly filled with the sent of tobacco. "S-sorry," she stuttered out, flinching away from the…strong, broad back she had bumped into.

Her pale eyes rolled up to meet the dark, and slightly annoyed gaze of a very pale man. When she looked closer he appeared to be around her age with features that seemed slightly familiar. He had deep dark hair and matching eyes that contrasted starkly with his fair skin–much like her own she noted. He pushed his shaggy hair from his face, his dark eyes giving her a once over before resting on her face, the corners of his lips turning down into a frown. "Watch we're you're going, groupie," he scold her.

Hinata's eyes widened slightly as she watched him patting 'dust' from the motorcycle jacket he donned. "Groupie?" she echoed–she seemed to do that a lot.

The male gave her no response; instead he lit the cigarette he held between his lips, sucking back on it before releasing a ball of smoke. "You're still here?" he questioned, shooting her a side-glance.

Hinata frowned, her brows crunching together at him. "What do you mean by groupie?" she question, her voice laced with an emotion that was foreign to her. The ballerina was familiar with the term, but hadn't the foggiest idea why he had referred to her as such. She had been called many derogatory names before being a woman, but never had she ever been referred to as a groupie.

The male turned his gaze to her, looking her over once more, letting out a snort before focusing his attention back on her face. "Look at how you're dressed and tell me if you're not a groupie," he said to her finally.

The female looked down at her clothes. "Sure it's a little tight," she said, thinking out loud. "But that doesn't make me a groupie…"

The male rolled his eyes, sucking in another breath of his cigarette before blowing the smoke back out. "Not the dress… the colors, don't play stupid. You're here tonight at the concert, dressed in my colors – don't pretend that you're not here for what I know you are."

That stunned her. His colors? His colors? Since when did someone own white? Or black for that matter? Who the heck did this guy think he was? Her brows crunched in frustration as she stared up at him, her teeth gritting together tightly – an action she didn't usually do. "I don't know what you're talking about," she said after a moment or so.

The male opened his mouth to speak, but hadn't had the chance to voice his thoughts before being interrupted. "Sasuke-kun! The Hornets are up," called a feminine voice.

The two of them turned their heads to find a blonde haired female running up to them. Her blue eyes were dark, and her skin tan. She donned a platinum foil dress that did very little to protect her skin from the night's air; the stretchy material stopped mid-thigh. Her feet were incased by a pair of black stilettos that made her legs seem impossibly long. Her glossy blonde hair was swept back from her face in a fo-hawk. Her blue hues caught sight of Hinata and she smiled momentarily before returning her gaze to the male. "Sasuke-kun… I thought you said you'd never associate with groupies, gone back on your word already? She is pretty," the blonde commented, resting her hands on her hips.

Hinata's mouth fell open. What was everyone's deal with calling her a groupie? She was not a groupie! Apparently wearing white around here was not allowed because everyone just assumed you were here to sleep around. "For the last time. I. Am not. A groupie," she said through gritted teeth.

"But you're wearing white," the blonde mentioned, her brow arching in question.

"So what?" Hinata challenged, not seeing where either of them were going with this whole theory of white being synonymous with groupie.

The blonde stared at her long and hard, her gaze shifting back to the male before returning to Hinata again. "Usually the Sasuke-kun-groupies dress in white; it's his favorite color so they hope to gain his attention…" she explained.

Hinata stared at her. Was she serious? "If Sasuke-kun is this guy, then I most certainly am not a groupie," she replied, folding her arms over her chest.

The blonde studied her for another minute before returning her gaze to the male. "At any rate, you guys are up in ten minutes," she said before turning and heading back inside the building.

The dark-haired male took another drag on his cigarette before dropping it to the ground, releasing the air and stopping out the cancer stick. "Try not to faint," he mentioned, brushing past her and heading back into the building.

Hinata stared after him, sucking her teeth and stopping the ground slightly. She had never met anyone as arrogant as him. Not even Neji was that bad. How dare he assume that she wanted to sleep with him? She wouldn't waste her virginity on a guy like that. Not even if he was the last man on earth. Not even if he was the last creature in the whole damn universe. No way it would happen.

"Hyuuga! What are you doing out here? Itachi-kun is up next! Come on," came Sakura's voice from the building. The pinkette was holding the door and ushering for Hinata to come inside with her.

The ballerina let out an annoyed sigh, still frazzled by the past three minutes. "Here I come," she called out before rushing over to her pink haired friend.

Anyone who follows me knows that I am working on my writing format. I feel that this format is much better than the one I produced in the last few chapters of AFL. You be the judge, tell me in a review or even a private message.

Also, I feel that Hinata may have been a bit out a character here. But that's okay, yes? This is a AU after all. I've never actually written one from the Naruto Universe, unless you count ALHR which has been discontinued for now. However, I have been thinking of continuing it soon, I don't feel its right to just leave people hanging like that. It was my first fanfic and I owe it some respect. But, back to this story. I hope you all like it and want more because I have some stuff up here *points to head* that I think might be worth reading. Any whoooo, if you read all of this, I love you here's a cookie *gives you a cookie*

Review onegaishimasu!