The Boy with Twenty Faces

Dating Made Easy! Right?

Uchiha Sasuke. What was it about him that made girls squeal at his direction? Was it his perfectly smooth and silky hair, or his face that may have been as well chiseled by God himself, or maybe his mysterious way of handling girls, the way he had never once accepted a confession and rumor has it that he had the weirdest ways of rejecting.

But of course, I Hyuga Hinata was in no way associated to this Greek like god of a high school kid, but I was yet to know what was coming in for me. The person who nobody would ever think of being Uchiha Sasuke's crush would be me of course. But it was more like nobody would ever think of me in anyway, I was like wallpaper, just there to be pretty.

"Hey look, what a weird poster," said a girl while staring at me intently; I moved a few inches to the right and she gave a feeble "Eeep!"

"Ino-chan that's not a poster," said the other pink haired girl while pulling her arm towards the classroom.

"What, seriously, that's not a poster…" she said in disbelief, the other girl turned at me and whispered something into her blond friend's ear. " She's a girl, in our year!" squealed the other in surprise, she turned and gave me an apologetic smile. I turned quietly and took to go to my classroom, my frail shoulders crying to escape from the textbooks in my bag. This that had just happened wasn't unusual; in fact it happened every single time that I stood still enough to be mistaken for a statue.

In my fifteen years of life I had never been cute, sociable, popular, or otherwise intriguing. More like I had been clumsy, shy, unpopular and uninviting. But yet again there weren't many people who noticed all this.

I sat next to the class president Uzumaki Naruto-san, he was an airhead but at least he didn't think I was a poster or bad taste wallpaper. He knew who I was; he knew I was Hyuga Hinata and not any other girl and I admired him for that. "Ohayo Hinata!" he yelled in a high pitch, husky voice. I half smiled back at him and nodded timidly in response.

"O-ohayo Uzumaki-kun," I forced myself to say. I bet it was the first time that he had heard my voice because he stood there torn in between a statue of Buddha and a tomato, red and smiley.

"H-hi?" he said in surprise.

Once again I nodded and sat in my usual seat left to his. See why I never talked, people always thought I was mute or something so when they heard me talk they would go all Buddha! For the rest of the class I held my breath in suspense, had Uzumaki-san gotten mad? He must have! Especially because of my boldness, I can't believe I said 'kun.' That's too personal, I barely know him and I said 'kun!'

I'm bad at making friends, I blush too much and my knees wobble like spaghetti pasta. I'm not saying that I wouldn't like to have friends; it's just that I can't talk without fainting out of nervousness and anxiety.

By lunch time my unease had reduced by almost half, but as fast as it went it came. Lunch time was my most detested and deplorable time of the day for three reasons. One: I was not made for crowds so it was not easy for me to grab something to eat without falling into an abyss of shoes and people tripping over me. Two: it was my most lonely time of the day; I always sat curled up into a ball sucking into my juice box in the rooftop since the start of the year. Three: that was for destiny to decide.

By the time I arrived at the cafeteria it was full to the top with big, hungry, rabid students tearing each other for a piece of Yakisoba bread. I dived into the pool of high school maniacs as if I was plunging into a sea full of killer whales, with my hands before me just in case my feet weren't working very well for the day. I saw over the shoulder of a big guy with red hair, there it was! My favorite, curry bread!

I tried to climb my hand over the guy's shoulder to grab the bread, a thing that only resulted in a loss for me. There I was in the oddest position, my hand over the scary guy's shoulder making me look like a clingy stalker. His aquamarine eyes locked in an intense glare and his lips twisted into a snare. I backed my hand away and took some steps, "Sorry!" I yelped and my foot got caught in some foreign leg.

I closed my eyes and felt my whole body flying through the air. I was already preparing myself or the 'ouch'. But the crash never came. Instead I felt a firm grip on my upper arm; I lifted my head up for a light glance at my knight in Gakuran and to my bewilderment there stood the School Prince Uchiha Sasuke, holding me up like a mop! If I thought that the red haired boy was scary, then the envious stares of the Prince's groupies were pure killer intent.

Curious how not even half of the people in the cafeteria had noticed that I was here until this particular moment, ironic how this was the only moment when I had found no pleasure in "not being a poster"

Uchiha-senpai snarled at me, he was probably going to send his groupies to bully me until my legs no longer tripped from the pain. Wait? What was he doing? Why was he bowing? I was in awe and for the total loss of my tongue. I had no words and when they finally came they seemed to be badly processed, "Lie."

"This is not a lie Hyuga Hinata-san," he called at me sternly furrowing his brow, his back straight and his arms wood like, "Please go out with me." I was awestruck; I stood like a Buddha statue.

I smiled, I did not believe him. Nobody in his right mind would look at me over pink and blond hair, short skirts and expensive lipstick. I bowed slightly, my arms pressed tightly to my sides, "Sorry Uchiha-senpai, but I can't go out with you." He gave me an apprehensive smile and bowed once again. I turned around slowly and walked with the most dignity I could muster. After I was out of everybody's eyesight I stressfully ran to the classroom.

"She's the girl that rejected Uchiha-sama?"

"Yeah, I heard that she was a call girl back in middle school,"

"Really, why would Uchiha-sama ask her out? I bet she paid him to ask her out,"

Gossip about me was what everyone was talking in these past few weeks. Ironically it was the most someone had talked about me without the words 'poster' 'ghost' or 'wallpaper' in the sentence. For the first time in fifteen years everyone had noticed me, disappointedly they had only noticed me as the girl who had tricked the pure and innocent Uchiha-sama into asking her out.

A pair of girls –obviously undying fans of Uchiha Sasuke – glanced at me across the classroom with the deepest looks of disgust and that expression that you have when you eat too many onigiri.

I turned my face on them and focused on my math notebook, I turned to my right and the blond-glowing-thingy –AKA Uzumaki-kun –was staring at me with a confused expression. He opened his mouth into a deep 'O' and closed it once again into its usual cheeky grin. I smiled back at him with a small twitch of my lips.

This was how it had been ever since Uchiha Sasuke had confessed to me in the most public place there could be. I had caught him with a group of his friends, they nudged him hard on the rib every time they saw me, he would go cherry blossom pink and give a light glance in my direction. Sometimes he even smiled and turned around calmly.

To my bad luck a fangirl always seemed to see this and would spread it like a lively germ around the school, most of the times making me look like a hooker and him like a harassed saint.

But it was not that that had made me almost permanently mad, it had been the fact that ever since that unfortunate event he would not get away from me. He was like a clingy dog. On lunch time he would always go stand next to me, buy curry bread and juice for both and would take my arm lightly signaling me where to go.

I sighed, it had already been two weeks of this scrutinizing routine and he still sat like a stale cardboard figure waiting for me to press a button that made him say a heroic catchphrase or otherwise to say some useless thing that would only make him grunt in agreement or in denial. He turned and stared at me while I took small bites of my curry bread then he semi-smiled at me almost making him look cute. I semi-smiled back at him making him go slightly pink.

"Hinata," he grunted in a slow, mellow tone.

"Yes?" I replied, turning slightly in his direction while giving my cherry juice box a sip.

He turned beet red and spurted some apple juice all over his white uniform. He looked at me with an exasperated expression his chin dripping with juice. "You heard that?" he asked me embarrassed.

"Yes," I said, confused by his sudden outburst.

He stared intently at the floor and hesitatingly mumbled, "I hadn't meant for you to hear that,"

"Then why did you call me?" I questioned, curiously staring at his bashful and ever so unique expression. I heard some unintelligible muttering in response, "Sorry, what?"

"I said, I just felt like saying your name," he said once again, the embarrassment clear in his voice and for the first time I think I blushed.

"Will you go out with me?" he said in a serious tone that could in no way sound like a joke. I still didn't believe that he liked me but I might as well get this bet or dare or whatever it was over with. I should go back to my normal, silent life. Go back to eating alone and tripping on my own legs.

"Sure," I responded at him, almost sounding bored, he grunted and said something about my cellphone number. I took out my cellphone tiredly and in an almost robotic way we exchanged cellphone numbers. I felt nothing…

I sat on by bed staring dumbstruck at my cellphone, a message was shown in bold letters: Meet you tomorrow at 11:00 in the park near Konohagakure station, Sasuke. It was a bit nerve-wracking going on a date with the most wanted guy in the district. This would probably be in all the girls' mouths by Monday morning and by Monday afternoon I would be soaked in tacky pranks and tiresome gossip. I was not one with the idea of dating him and neither was I in love with him and if I was he wasn't… because he was just messing with me right?

"Hana-chan! Ha-cha~n!" I yelled at the top of my lungs at my sister Hanabi, she slowly came walking into the room; she was cute as a doll and was the type of person that made you want to bite her just because.

"Hi-chan. Why are you yelling this early in the morning?" she asked me with the 'kawaii-ness' spilling out like marmalade from a filled donut.

I looked at her not really knowing myself why I was so anxious. I was about to tell her to go to sleep when I got a message on my cell phone. See you in a while, Uchiha Sasuke. I turned to her with wide eyed. I had a date with Uchiha-senpai! I started to ruffle my hair out of nothing to do. I bit hard into my lip and went slowly to my closet.

I tried to look calm but I spilled like a warm glass of milk. "HANA-CHAN!" I said on the verge of tears, I was nervous about this date.

"Hina are you crying?" she walked to where I was and started to awkwardly pat my shoulder.

"Yes!" how stupid must I look; I think I must look like one of those shoujo manga that my sister so much likes to read.

"Why are you crying Hina? Did something happen at school?" I felt my back being mildly patted, this was not her forte but she tried. She was so cute.

"I have a date Hana-chan!" I was starting to hyperventilate.

"Hina… in a d-date?" she howled like a dog that had just gotten his only bone taken away from him, "w-with who?" she asked in a stutter.

"U-Uchiha Sasuke," I replied in an embarrassed mutter, I felt the heat creep my cheeks.

"UCHIHA… SASUKE?" she exclaimed in surprise, not the cute anime character kind of surprise, but the unbelieving kind of surprise, the surprise you get when you are told that your butler is actually your long lost brother.

"Yes," I replied uneasily.

She looked at me as if I was the last piece of cake, the piece of cake that she couldn't let Uchiha Sasuke have. I could see in her eyes that she wouldn't go down without a fight. She was the type of person that got attached to a hobo on the street who asked her for the time, and the more or the less I was more than a hobo to her.

Finally I fretfully asked her the question that I had been dying to ask her, "Will you help me?"

She resentfully replied a peculiar undertone of a "yes," and stormed out of the room, I thought that she would lock herself up and not come out until I was home from my date but five minutes later she came with at least five changes in each hand, a few girly dresses, a frilly short skirt and some cute v neck T-shirts.

"Which one?" she said with a grumpy scowl.

Most where either too revealing or too Lolita like. I ended up choosing a simple yellow dress, it had cute pockets and a belt around mid-waist, "it suits you," Hanabi said in an almost admired voice while half smiling at me.

"Thanks Hana-chan," I smiled one of those liquid sun smiles, those that I only cracked when I was around her.

She smiled reluctantly and turned around like a boasting TV idol; she was still in her pajamas. "How did you get a date with Uchiha Sasuke?" she asked in a way to suspicious tone.

"You know Uchiha-senpai?" could it be possible that she knew him? Where had they met?

"No but a lot of girls from my school talk about him," she muttered, I bet she was thinking of what he must look like, "They say that he has never accepted a confession, how did he accept yours?"

I blushed at just the thought of it, me confess to someone? That was impossible even if I was madly in love; I was not one to take the first step. "Actually… he confessed to me," I mumbled hesitantly.

Uchiha-senpai had told me to meet him near Konohagakure station, I was already running late. I clumsily got out of the train station and hesitantly started walking to the nearby park, it was nice park. I remember when I was a kid me and Hanabi and even Neji-nii would go that park, it was full of swings and crepe stands. Wonderful.

By the time I arrived at the park it was already 11:12 and Uchiha-senpai was already there. I halted just a few feet from where he was sitting. He looked impatient and stressed out, he gave me a quick glance and stood up. I looked at him straight in the eye and gave out a slight smile, "O-ohayo Uchiha-senpai."

He grunted in response, which was pretty much all he did. We just stood there for a few moments, both content with the awkward silent and neither bothering to say a thing; I felt the heat rise into my cheeks not of embarrassment but of warmness. I lifted my sight by just a few degrees and found him staring intently at me. He was staring like a proud artist admiring his finished artwork. I bet that was the look that Da Vinci gave when he finally finished the Mona Lisa. Just like Uchiha-senpai he must have stood there, dazzled.

My confusion started to rise and bundle into a big ball of yarn and Uchiha-senpai was the cat chasing after it, playing, biting and torturing it until he found a better thing to do. I knew this wasn't real, I knew that these type of popular and Adonis like people weren't the people that I was supposed to be around and I especially knew that this was the last person I needed to be with. Nothing was sure with him. Well one thing at least… he was a good actor.

"Where should we go?" I was forced out of my twisted thoughts by a simple question, where should we go? I had no idea myself. Where should we go? I would have thought that he would have some date plans or something so I didn't bother to even think of what we would do. I turned to him and gave him a ditzy look, one of those looks that ditzy girls in anime use to get out with whatever they want. I guess it wasn't all that great because I swear he had a huge sweat drop on the top of his forehead.

"Well, why don't we go to see a movie?" he suggested coolly.

Movies! That was perfect, it didn't require much talking and it was just a few hours to bear.

"Sure, that seems good," I responded in a not all that excited voice, my arms to my sides like planks of wood and my hair flat over my head. I was so not cute.

He turned around and started walking; there was a movie theater really near the park because this was the central part of the Konohagakure district. I was walking just a few steps behind him a thing that made me look like a predator stalking its prey. Uchiha-senpai came to a halt. I didn't see this until I had my face crashing into his back and my arms waddling sloppily like grandfather clocks.

"Sorry!" I stuttered nervously. He just turned and started walking again.

"Walk next to me or you'll get lost," I widened my eyes in startle and widened my steps considerably judging by my short legs.

"Uchiha-senpai, who do you like?" I didn't know where that had come from or why I had said it, maybe it was my stupidity or my yearn to know why he was doing this to me.

He stopped and turned to face me. The anger was evident in his face and the annoyance was oozing like cheese from pizza. "Hinata!"

"Y-yes?" he took me by surprise. I really didn't know why he had gotten so angered by this all of a sudden.

"You really are the densest girl there is!" he was really angry and I really didn't know why.

"Huh?"

"I thought that you would know by know who I like," he was slowly reaching a boiling point, I think I even saw vapor coming out of his ears.

"Th-then why not tell me," I said as gently as I could, I really didn't want to anger him anymore.

"You stupid girl! Come on we'll be late for the movie," he marched like a distressed movie star, passing his hand through his hair from time to time. I didn't really get why he had gotten so angered by such a question, maybe I had gone too far by asking such a personal question.

I just stared at his back for some time… then he just fainted?

I caught him right on time; he was just lying there like a fallen Hercules, beautiful and vulnerable. I started to poke him incessantly. I wailed at his limp body that was literally hanging over my submissive shoulder. This was to this point of my life in the top ten of my most uncomfortable experiences. I kept on trying to wake him up from his startling faint for about three wails and a few taps on the head.

Then when my balance was almost about to cease to gravity and my expression was like that of a harassed girl from some manga I felt him shake his head drowsily, he did it like some kid that had just woken up on the wrong side of the bed. I even dare say that the way that he did it was almost cute. Almost… because right after that I felt that I was being crushed to powder by a big pair of arms and a warm breath tickling my neck eliminating the thought.

I widened my eyes in exasperation and I felt my cheeks go pink out of embarrassment. What was he trying to do, crush me to death? Then he let go with an innocent smile plastered on his face. This was not Uchiha-senpai!

I am posting this once again, enjoy! Some stupid error that I couldn't fix for a long time. But well its fine now.