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Chapter List
- 1-Suna's Body Art
- 2-Chapter 2
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Title: Suna�s Body Art
Author: Ureko

Pairings: Gaara/Hinata,
Sasuke/Naruto (Hints/mentions)

Warnings: Het, lemon, slight
OOC, AU, Sequel
Summary: Hinata was always view as the
�plan Jane�, never able to truly be herself.�
But her world is about to turned upside down thanks to her new roommate
and friends.�
Disclaimer: Naruto
and characters are not mine.� I don�t own
anything but the idea for this story.

AN:� Hey everyone!�
This is the sequel to Konoha
Piercings�.� As I said before, this
story will include both Sasuke and Naruto but not as the main pairing.� Sorry if that disappoints everyone but that�s
just how I have everything planned out.�
There will be plenty of Sasuke/Naruto from me in the future.� Believe it!!

Hinata couldn�t describe the feeling she got at the look her
pink-haired roommate was giving her.� She
knew there was fear and a little bit of uneasiness but there was something
else.� Excitement maybe?�

Was that it?� But that
didn�t make any sense to the long haired girl.�
Why would she be excited?

It had been over three months now since Hinata transferred
from her old school.� The previous one
lacking the classes that were necessary for her photography.� She was nervous, of course, even more so than
she normally was.� She couldn�t bring
herself to say one sentence without shuttering and stumbling over her words.

The first person that she met was her roommate, Sakura.� She was very kind and polite, although, the
bright pink color of her hair threw Hinata off at first.� As did the piercings� and little cherry
blossom tattoos that rained over various parts of her body, matching her hair
in color.� She was smart too, the top in
all of her classes, and very popular.

It had seemed that Sakura had taken a liking to her from the
beginning.� It didn�t annoy her whenever
Hinata would shutter or poke her index fingers together when her nerves got the
best of her � a habit that Hinata was proud to almost over come.� Almost.

No, Sakura had made her a friend within the first five
minutes of even knowing her.� She even
threw a little �welcome to the dorm� party and went out of her way to introduce
her to all of Sakura�s friends.� There
were so many people that Hinata was having trouble keeping track of who was who
and who she had already met.� That was the
night she met Naruto, Ino and Tenten.

At first, Hinata wasn�t sure how to act around any of
them.� Ino made her feel self-conscious
about herself, the blond girl being a Fashion Major didn�t really help
much.� It really only made Hinata feel plan
and overly old-fashioned when standing next to her.��

Naruto was the loudness of them all, always making sure she
was never un-included in anything that they did.� Whenever there was a party or just a simple
outing, Naruto made sure she was there with them.� She admired and appreciated him for it, but
sometimes she felt like she was intruding on their fun.

Tenten, however, Hinata found the easiest talking to.� The older brunette was an Art Major, and
excelled at sculpturing.� So, topics of
conversation were easy and greatly helped Hinata overcome a lot of her shyness.
Tenten, along with the Sakura � and sometimes the others � Hinata found herself
slowly becoming more and more confident.�
And even gradually started opening up a little.� Even though, it wasn�t by much.

However, Hinata couldn�t help but wish that she hadn�t
opened up at all.� After all, if it
wasn�t for her stupid mouth, she could have avoided getting herself in this
situation.� She wouldn�t be sitting in
her dorm room, Sakura sitting across from her, blocking her escape, waiting for
her depending doom.

Of course, after her little confession to Sakura, the
pinkette had very forcibly told her to sit
and called their friends.� Hinata could
do nothing but listen as Sakura explained everything, devised some sort of evil
plan and agreed that an emergency meeting was to take place in half an hour.

It had taken Sakura a total of ten minutes to completely
clean out Hinata�s closet and dresser drawers, gather all her make-up and even
brought out her cosmetology kit that she uses for her classes.

All of this, of course, leading to Hinata�s uneasiness, fear
and possible excitement.� Which were
totally and completely understandable.

Fear because of Ino.�
Despite the fact that Hinata admired the blond girl for her excellent
fashion taste, as well as her ability to recreate amazing clothing from scrape
� Hinata was scared to let Ino anywhere near her cloths.� Knowing full well that nothing would survive
the designer�s wrath.

Uneasiness because of Sakura. Yes, Sakura.� It was well known by everyone that Sakura has
been trying for months now to get Hinata to cut her hair.� Stating that the long and beautiful brown
locks just didn�t suit Hinata�s facial structure and that the color was dull
and actually seemed to take life away
rather than give it.� Whatever she meant
by that, Hinata was still unsure.

But in light of all this, the feeling of excitement was
winning.� Hinata was sure that that�s why
she really stayed sitting where she was.�
Not because Sakura had demanded it � quiet terrifyingly in fact � but
because she was curious and excited about getting a make-over.

A knock at the door made Hinata jump a little, her heart
racing as the door swung open and three familiar faces entered the dorm.� She swallowed nervously upon seeing all the
different bags that they carried, already wanting to ran and lock herself in
her room.

Ino sat down beside Hinata, placing her four bags on the
floor in front of her.� �Hey.�� She placed a reassuring hand on Hinata�s
shoulder, squeezing a little to show her support.�
She smiled softly at the nervous girl before empting out the
bags�, sorting them by ribbons, colors, shapes and designs.� Then out came the scissors, needles and
threads.

Hinata felt her face begin to pale as she watched everything
pile up in front of her.� She turned away
after a few moments, her unease growing still as she saw Sakura pulling out
three boxes of hair dye and a bunch of hair styling products from the bags
Tenten had carried in, placing them on the bathroom counter.� From the corner of her eye, she could just
barely see Naruto pulling out a bunch of jewelry and CD�s from his own bags,
setting them on the kitchen table.

�Don�t worry about a thing.��
Hinata looked back over at Ino.�
The little white bags now empty and harmlessly sitting on the floor, Ino
now sorting and piling Hinata�s clothes into several different stacks on the
floor, couch and coffee table.� �Just
leave it to us.� Right guys!�

�Right!�� Sakura
smiled as Tenten nodded, giving a thumbs up.

Naruto grinned.�
�Believe it!�

Hinata bowed her head.�
�Thank you.�

Ino pulled her close and hugged her tight.� �Anytime sweetie.�

Hinata could feel some of the fear fade, her uneasiness now
just a small sliver compared to what it was before.� She trusted her friends, knew without a doubt
that they wouldn�t do anything to hurt or humiliate her.

She was content to just sit and watch as everyone finished
setting up.� Naruto coming over and
helping Ino to sort out the rest of the cloths, even so much as prepping some
of the fabrics with the blond girl�s instructions.� Hinata was grateful to note that Ino didn�t
plan on re-designing all of her cloths, instead giving her pointers on what to
wear with what and what not to.

The entire thing was actually starting to be fun.� She had made a few suggestions to what she
thought would be neat and interesting, to which Ino whole heartedly agreed
with.� Hinata was actually surprised with
all the different ideas and designs that Ino planned on doing, and was even
more shocked that she liked them.� All of
them.� Sure, more skin than she liked
would be showing � a lot more � but with the way Ino explained each outfit and
design, Hinata began to feel a little more at ease with that.

�Alright, Hinata!��
Sakura stood in the bathroom doorway, hands on her hips covered with
latex gloves.� �Ready?�

Hesitantly, Hinata nodded and stood.� She took several deep breathes as Sakura
guided her to sit sideways on the toilet seat.�
A plastic, see-through curtain was draped and secured around her
shoulders, protecting her neck and clothes from being ruined.

She watched as Sakura gathered a few hair clips and a long
handled, short bristled brush.� The black
instrument oddly reminding Hinata of a paint brush, and briefly wondered what
it was for.

�What�s that?�

�Huh?� Oh, this?�� Sakura waved the little black brush around in
the air absently.� She sent it down next
to the three bottles of hair dye.� She
untied Hinata�s hair from the low ponytail that held the long strained back,
gently ran a brush through to eliminate any knots.� �It�s a tool we use to help dye the
roots.� The small bristles let us get
right down to the scalp � of course, I could just rub it in � but this way
won�t irritate the scalp.�

�Oh.�

Hinata fell quiet after that, folding her hands in her lap
and tightly clasping them together to stop herself from poking her
fingers.� She tried to ignore what Sakura
was doing as her hair was pinned and clipped into place on top of her head.� A small potion of the bottom half of her hair
hanging down over her shoulders and back, the ends curling slightly at the
ends.

She was thankful for the distraction when Tenten sat down in
front of her, a couple of hair styling magazines in her hands.� She accepted the one that was handed to her
and began to flip through.

Tenten smiled, opening her own magazine.� �This should give you an idea of a new hair
do.�

�Me?�� Hinata looked
up startled, eyes shifting back and forth between the two girls.

She was a little confused.�
She had thought that they were going to pick her new look � hair,
clothes, make-up, everything.� She hadn�t
really considered that they would let her have any say in the matter.

�Of course, you!��
Sakura laughed as she poured the first bit of dye into Hinata�s hair,
rubbing the thick substance into the dark strains and following it up with her
brush to get at the roots.� She felt the
shiver that went through Hinata�s body at the cold feeling, continuing the
conversation to help distract the younger girl.�
�You do have some say in this.�
It�s your hair, so you pick the style.�
But, can I give you some advice?�

Hinata nodded.� �O-of
course, Sakura.�

�Cut it all off.�

Hinata froze, her mind going off into a small panic.� Cut it off?�
All of it?� Was Sakura serious?� She turned so that she could see her roommate
out of the corner of her eye, hoping to see if the Beautician in training was
joking.� However, the serious experession
and the firm look in those green eyes did little to ease her worries.

Sakura ignored the frightened, worried look and focused on
her task.� Her fingers weaving and
working through the hair in front of her with practice ease.� �I won�t tell you what to do.� If you want to keep it long, I won�t stop you.� But I do think that it would look a lot
better with your facial structure and coloring if you cut it.� The shorter the better.�

�I agree.�

Hinata�s eyes napped over to look at Tenten.� The brunette�s gaze studying the different
kinds of short hair styles in the magazine in her lap.

They both wanted her to cut all of her hair off?� The
hair that took her ages to grow out and even refused against her father�s
wishes to cut?� The hair that she grew
out in the memory of her mother?

Hinata didn�t remember her, not really.� There were times when a smell or sound would
trigger some long lost memory that seemed to be just out of reach.� But the one thing that she never forgot was
how long a beautiful her mother�s hair was.�
How the wavy strains seemed to certain around her it a golden-brown
halo.� Almost like an angel.

Hinata wanted to preserve that memory in any way that she
could.� So she grew her hair out.� Spent years conditioning and moisturizing it,
taking care of it the best she could in hopes that it would � at least slightly
� resemble the beauty her mother had.�
But it had been all wrong.

Her hair didn�t have the same wavy volume as her mother or
sister, nor the color.� Where the elder
woman�s had been a golden-brown at resembled honey, Hinata�s was a rich autumn
like her fathers and lacked any and all curly waves.

Hinata had tried everything; perms, curling irons,
chemically induced therapy.� Nothing
worked.� Her hair had remained straight
and lacked that kind of life that her
mothers had had.� It was one of the
reasons Hinata envied her younger sister so � the younger sibling inheriting
their mothers beautiful locks.

Unsure about what to do, Hinata looked back down to her own
magazine.� She flipped to the very back,
a little curious as to why her friends thought she would look better
practically bald.� Her eyes took in the
different varieties.� A lot of them
required curls, which Hinata knew her hair would never take or hold.

It really seemed pointless.�
Why cut her hair for these types of fashions, when her hair wouldn�t
take it or hold the desired look?� It
would be a waste of both time and money to try and change the unchangeable.

She closed the magazine, passing it to Tenten and politely
accepting the next one that was handed to her.�
She studied each picture carefully, reading the little tip messages by
each picture about which type of hair was best suited for each one and what
shampoo and conditioner was best to use.

Before she knew it, Hinata had already gone through half of
the magazines and still had yet to find a single one that she liked.� Sure, there were some that were pretty and
that Hinata wouldn�t have mind having but she had a funny feeling that they
just weren�t right for her.

She was half way through the fifth when a rather odd looking
hair cut caught her eye.� It was short � really short � the back of it just
barely reaching the bottom of the ears.�
The top part looking as if it had been layered to different lengths to
add a more refined yet interesting look.�
Bangs feathered across the forehead, two longer strains running down
along the sides to the chin, effectively framing the face.

It was beautifully done; the model in the picture, however,
didn�t so much as add to the effect.� It
was a style that wasn�t meant for someone with a narrow face, strong jaw or
thin lips.� Although, Hinata cold tell
that the woman was in fact beautiful her self, the hair style was all wrong and
did nothing to enhance that beauty.

Was that what Sakura had meant when she said that her hair
didn�t suit her?� That the length was all
wrong for her features?� Would something
like this help?

A loud snapping sound startled Hinata out of her
thoughts.� She looked up a found Tenten
frowning slightly, brows drawn together and the worry clearly showing in her
brown eyes, the brunette�s fingers a few inches from her face.

Hinata couldn�t help the blush that spread over her face,
intensifying as she noticed Naruto and Ino giving her the same looks from their
spots in the living room.� She wasn�t
sure how long she had been staring at that same picture, lost in her own
thoughts.� But judging from the way the
others were staring at her, it had been a while.

She shifted uncomfortably, immediately stopping as
remembered that Sakura was still dying her hair.� Despite the fact that her pink-hair roommate
continued on the task in front of her, Hinata knew that she too was probably
worried.� For a moment, Hinata wondered
again how long she had stared off into space.

Hinata twisted the magazines� edges, trying to fight off the
instinct to poke her fingers together.�
�Y-yes?� Y-you were s-saying,
Tenten?�

�You okay?�� Tenten
asked.� �You�ve been staring off for the
past ten minutes.�

Hinata lowered her eyes back down to the picture she was
staring at.� It was rather boyish and
almost plain looking.� She wasn�t sure if
Sakura and Tenten would approve, but Hinata couldn�t help but like it.

�I-I was wondering... umm�� She paused, unshared how to word
what she wanted.� Her finger tracing the
colorful page, a small, hopeful smile coming to her lips.� �T-this one��
I like this one��

Tenten blinked.� �Oh,
really?�� She threw the magazine she was
looking over to the side and moved to look at the design that Hinata was
indicating.� �Let me see.�

Sakura stopped for a few moments too to look at Hinata�s
choice, making the shy girl fidget slightly.�
She was worried that her friends wouldn�t like it and that she would
have to endure more magazine flipping, something Hinata was starting to become
bored with.

�The model doesn�t suit it at all.�� Tenten frowned.� �Makes her look like some kind of she-male
really.�

�Yeah it does.��
Sakura laughed.� She switched the
clips around again, moving on to the final, top layer of hair as she finished
with the last section.� �It�s a little
boyish, I�ll admit.� But stylish, too.� And all the layers add a little something to
the effect too.�

Hinata felt like clapping her hands happily.� �You mean y-you like it?�

�Yeah, you pick a good one.��
Tenten smiled.

Sakura nodded in agreement.�
�But the point isn�t if we like it, it�s if you do or not.� Is it the one you want?�

Hinata hugged the picture to her person.� �Yes.�

�Then it�s settled.�

It didn�t take Sakura much longer after that to finish with
Hinata�s hair.� The long strains were
tied back out of the way while it sat for the required time needed for the
color to absorb.

The next thing on the agenda was make-up.� Tenten left the bathroom when the cosmetic
boxes of eye-shadow and lipsticks came out, claming that she didn�t know jack
about the stuff.

Hinata and Sakura went over every shade and detail about how
to properly apply the right color and tones for which season and look.� What not to wear, mix or blend and what to
avoid wearing with certain coloring.

At the same time, Naruto turned on some tunes that Hinata
recognized but didn�t really know.� He
educated her from his spot by Ino in the living room � asking her questions
about what band it was, the song title and which album it was on.

She took it all in pretty well.� Although, she was a little surprised that so
much information didn�t give her a headache.�
Instead, Hinata found herself humming to Naruto�s CDs, occasionally
mouthing the words as they became more familiar to her.� She spent extra attention to what Sakura was
telling her about hair products and styling tips for what she can and can�t do
with her new short look.

She wasn�t really sure what Ino or Tenten were doing.� Ino, she had a pretty good idea was still
playing around with her clothes � doing God knows what to them.� She could hear the faint sounds of fabric
ripping and scissors snipping away, but choose to ignore it.� Knowing full well that she would just end up
worrying too much and ruining her happy mood.

An hour later Hinata sat with wet, freshly washed hair. The
strains hanging loosely down her shoulders and back.� She closed her eyes as Sakura began cutting
and snipping away, focusing on the sound of Naruto�s voice to drown out the
sound of the scissors.

It helped ease her nerves a little bit.� After a while the questions began to shift
from CDs to cars and motorcycles.� Asking
her the year, make and model of specific kinds of vehicles and whether or not
they were domestic or imported.

She began to doze off a little.� Her brain going on auto-pilot to answer
Naruto�s questions and any other questions that were sent her way.� However, after half an hour of staring off
into space, warm air against her wet scalp jolted out of her semi-dazed state,
sending an unexpected shiver down her spine.

Hinata laughed good-heartedly along with Sakura as the older
girl moved her skilled fingers through her � now short � hair.� The strains were shook, ruffled and fluffed
over and over again until Hinata could no longer feel cold damp tresses against
her head.

Sakura turned the blow-dryer off and set it on the bathroom
counter, picking up the brush that she disposed off earlier in order to dye.

Hinata couldn�t help but become nervous again as Sakura went
about the final touches.� She clasped her
hands tightly together after realizing that she was once again poking her
fingers.� Her nerves increasing ten-fold
as Sakura put down the brush.

�All done.�� Sakura
grinned brightly as her shy roommate peeked up at her uncertainly.� She patted Hinata lightly on the shoulder,
shifting to lean slightly out of the room.�
�You guys � we�re all done if you wanna take a look.�

The others didn�t waste any time to gather around the open
doorway, Sakura once again maneuvering back beside Hinata�s shaking form.� Hinata peeked timidly up at everyone,
knuckles white from the grip on each other.

Naruto�s face was the first she saw.� His bright azure eyes were wide, his mouth
hanging half-open in wonderment.� Ino had
a similar look on her face.� The blond girl
still having enough sense though to keep her mouth shut and eliminating the
impression of a gaping fish.� And Tenten
stood, leaning against the door frame with her arms crossed � a smirk and
knowing look in her dark brown eyes.

�Damn, Hinata.��
Naruto stood up straight, scratching the back of his neck.� �Is that really you?�

Hinata gave him a shaky smile, tearing brimming on the edges
of her eyes.� She took a deep breath
through her nose and slowly exhaled.

�Well?�� Hinata�s eyes
met Sakura�s green gaze, her smile wavering a little at the older girl�s
voice.� �You gonna take a look or what?�

�Yeah! Take a look, Hinata.��
Ino encouraged, clapping her hands together happily.

Hinata froze for a moment.�
Her fear over ridding the small amount of confidence that she was able
to slowly build up.� Several thoughts
jumping around aimlessly in her head, helping to feed her fears and doubts.

What if she picked wrong?�
What if it looked horrible, even worse than it did on the model?� And what about the color of hair-dye that
Sakura had picked out for her?� Did the
color look okay?� Did it look good with
the style?� Or did the style ruin the effect
Sakura was hoping to create with the dye?

Hinata inhale sharply as a sudden thought struck her.

What if she ruined
all of Sakura�s hard work?� Would the
other girl be angry with her?� Oh God �
what if she never spoke to her again?

�You know what?�

Hinata could feel the tears that threatened to spill
over.� She closed her eyes tightly, body
shaking noticeably.� Her lungs clenched
uncomfortably in her chest as she waited, fearfully, for Naruto to continue.

�If I wasn�t gay,� Naruto chuckled.� �I would so hit on you.�

Hinata�s head snapped up at that.� Her eyes widening at the almost blinding,
face-splitting grin the blond male was giving her.� His hands laced behind his head in his
signature laid-back manner.

�Then again, I don�t think Sasuke would be too happy about
that.�� He leaned forward a little bit,
sending her a playful wink.� �So we�ll
just keep that between us, ne?�

Hinata couldn�t help but laugh.� The hold she had over her tears shattered,
the wet droplets quickly running down her cheeks and onto her still clenched
hands.� She gave them all a watery smile,
rubbing at her cheeks and eyes to stop the seemingly endless trails of tears.

She was grateful for the few moments that her friends gave
her to calm her nerves.� She stood up on
wobbly legs, head bent down, using her new bangs to shadow her view of the
mirror.� She could feel the difference in
how light her head felt and the absent, familiar feeling against her back.

Hinata closed her eyes.�
She focused on her breathing, trying to stop her heart from racing.� She counted silently down from ten in her
head, trying really hard to get control back over her body and emotions.� Only when she was a little steadier � and a
little more confident � did she open her eyes and look up.

A stranger stared back at her.� One with an identical hair cut to the one
that she picked out.� The face, however,
was wrong.� Instead of a narrow, strong
jawed features with colorless thin lips looking back at her, there was a
heart-shaped, petite looking face with high cheekbones and soft full lips.

Was that her?

Hinata reached up slowly to run her fingers tenderly through
her hair � her blue hair � scared that
the image in front of her was just her imagination.� That any moment it would shatter right before
her eyes.

She honestly couldn�t find the words to what she was feeling
right now.� Shock and wonderment came to
mind first but somehow didn�t seem to grasp what she felt.

Was that her?

The image in front of her was beautiful.� It was really the only word that her stunned
mind could come up with.� Not stunningly,
drop-dead gorgeous type of beautiful like Ino, or the fierce, determined beauty
of Sakura.� And neither was it the kind
of natural, plain attractiveness that Tenten possessed.

No� It was the mysterious, gotta-take-a-second-look type of
beautiful.

The soft blue made her ivory skin stand out without making
her look sickly pale.� Her eyes just
seemed to pop in a way that they
never have before.� She could see a
little bit of lavender in her normally pale silver-blue eyes.

�Wow...�� She breathed
softly under her breath.

�Yeah, wow!�� Ino
yelled out.� She missed the way Hinata
seemed to jump when her voice broke through the silence.� The fashion designer quickly dashed away,
reappearing only seconds later with a bundle of clothes in her arms.� �Next: clothes.�� She quickly handed the bundle to Hinata, arms
waving the others out in a shooing matter.�
�Put those on.� We�ll be heading
out as soon as you�re done in �oh, let�s say � fifteen?�

Hinata stared at the clothes in her arms in mild confusion.� She recognized the pants to some degrees as
the navy blue cargos that she had bought the week before transferring
schools.� Ino had cut the bottoms so that
they reached the middle of the calves and stitched them up professionally with
a little silt on the outside for some added fashion.� A blue flower was sown into the back left
pocket while a white cat-skill patch was sown on the front of the right leg,
above the knee.� The shirt was one of her
normal black tank-tops that she usually wore to bed.� She was a little relieved to see that it was
one of the ones � the few ones � that escaped the wrath of Ino�s scissors.

She was starting to feel a little bit more relaxed.� She had survived Sakura�s little make-over
with her hair, and passed Naruto�s music and car quizzes.� Confidence grew inside her, spreading joy and
happiness through her chest.

Until Ino�s last words popped her happy bubble.

Hinata licked her suddenly dry lip.� The bottom of her stomach gave a little
uneasy flip that had Hinata feeling slightly unnerving.� �H-heading out?�

�Yep!�� Ino clapped
her hands together and beamed brightly.�
�I tried my best to save what I could, but sadly, only a few outfits
were salvable.� And only some parts of those are usable
anyways.� So� shopping trip!�

Hinata went pale and dropped the clothes in her arms, eyes
going wide.� �S-s-shopping t-trip?�

But the blond girl didn�t seem to notice the sudden distress
that Hinata was currently facing.� She
had already dragged a helpless looking Naruto back into the living, mouth and
arms moving a mile and minute while she shoved a pen and pad of paper at the
poor male, instructing him on items that Hinata absolutely needed and shops
that they were to visit.

Hinata looked pleadingly at both Tenten and Sakura for
help.� Her eyes just begging for one of
them to save her from the fashion-monster in the next room.� Sakura, taking a little bit of pity on the
girl, just patted her kindly on the back while Tenten shrugged her shoulders.

�Sorry, Hinata,� Sakura tried to encourage her with a small
smile.� �But new clothes is part of a make-over after all.� And you could
use a new wardrobe.�

�B-b-but��

�Besides,� Tenten pushed away from the door frame to give
Sakura some room to exit.� �We�ll be with
you the whole time.� Trust me, there�s
nothing to worry about.�

The door shut a moment later, giving Hinata the privacy to
change into the clothes Ino had given her to wear.� But instead of changing, Hinata stood frozen
in spot and could do nothing but stare at the now closed bathroom door with
wide, fearful eyes.

And once again, Hinata couldn�t help but wonder why she just
didn�t keep her stupid mouth shut in the first place.

And that�s the end of the first chapter.� Sorry if it seems a little boring right now,
but it will pick up.� The shopping trip
as well as introductions to new characters comes next chapter.� There will be a minimum of 3 chapters � maybe
4, depending on how well the next 2 write out.

OH!� I almost
forgot.� There�s a poll up on my author
page at fanfiction.net concerning both this story as well as the first: Konoha Piercings�.� I�ve
decided to make this into a trilogy and I�m even going to let you pick the next
pairing.� The final story will be about
the pairing that wins (obviously), but you can only vote once.� So pick carefully.� The poll will run until the end of this story
and the results will be posted in the next day.

Thanks for reading!�
Ja ne!
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