I don't own Naruto. Fanfiction is being SOO difficult.

The following morning was accompanied by a wonderful disaster. Loud crashes and unhappy cries echoed up and down the hall as the sun slowly began to rise. Naruto abruptly woke up by the sound of an entire book shelf being swept clean of all items. He quickly jumped out of his bed and struggled to get himself dressed as he tripped and fell over various things scattered around his bedroom. His mind was still a blur but his heart was pumping blood faster than his brain could keep up with. His fight or flight instinct had him on the edge, but his muffled conscious had him somewhat aware of reality.

It was still somewhat dark; the sun was barely even noticeable yet. One could've easily mistaken this dawn as dusk and continued to sleep. But as for Naruto, he could not commit that mistake. He continued to hear these frustrated moans rampage around his house. He knew who it was coming from, and he knew the chaos that followed her cries. As he walked toward the door and placed his hand on the golden door knob, he began to fear what was behind it.

Hinata…

If she had been trashing his place for hours now, who knew if he could still even call it an apartment anymore. As he twisted the door knob his main priority became the girl. He walked slowly down the hall taking in the mess of shattered glass and random items laying around. It wasn't until he reached his living room when his mouth completely dropped. He couldn't even call it a living room anymore. It was just an entire mess.

Papers and books were scattered all over the floor, his year's worth of collected dinnerware were completely destroyed, and all his furniture and knick knacks were damaged. His heart dropped the moment he saw all his earned possessions completely ruined. He wasn't angry at the person who had done it, but rather sad for the items that had been broken. It was almost as if he had lost a loved one. And now, he could only imagine how much money it would take to replace them all.

He turned to look for the girl who was behind the massacre in hopes of calming her down. He found Hinata frantically looking for an exit near the kitchen. Her arms were waving around in exasperation. She wasn't scared but infuriated over the surprise she was given today. Naruto could tell she had been searching a way out for awhile. She had red marks and small cuts all over her legs, she was panting like crazy, and her cheeks were red from her frustration.

"Calm down!" Naruto said as he darted towards Hinata. "It's okay! It's okay! You're fine!"

He gently placed his hands on both of her wrists, decreasing her chances of destroying anything else. The young girl tried to push him away as she whined loudly, but she had no success. She fell to the floor stubbornly, not caring if she would get hurt, and tried to crawl away. But the blonde refused to let her run off. He grabbed one of her legs, restraining her from fleeing, and slid towards her. He quickly grabbed one of her hands and placed his hand over it. He slid it up and down her palm in hopes of her remembering him. She stayed still in that moment, carrying an intense stare of thought. His hand wasn't enough for her to create a visual and soon enough she placed her hands on his face. Her fingers hastily outlined all the curves and edges of his features.

She recognized him. She knew who he was. But since he was neither her father nor her mother, she didn't care. She kicked him repeatedly, hitting him in the chest, shoulder, and face, as she ran off again.

"Ow.." Naruto slowly said at the surprising pain.

Hinata scurried down the hall and her arms desperately banged the walls in an effort to find a door. Naruto carefully avoided the pieces of glass scattered around the floor as he tried to reach her. The closer he got, the more worried he felt. If Hinata was this reluctant on the first day of living with him, he feared that they would never get anything done in the future. Once he reached her, he tried to calm her down. But once again, she wouldn't budge. Somehow she managed to find his room and instantly took it as an escape. The moment she stepped in she fell to the floor and crawled to the best hiding spot she could think of. In her head, she was very well hidden. Feeling the texture of a large cushion next to her and something sturdy behind her, she felt that it was enough to be unnoticeable. In reality, she wasn't hiding at all. Hinata was actually crawled up against the wall between a bean bag and Naruto's desk. Sure, it felt secure but she could easily be seen. Naruto couldn't help but chuckle when he saw her. He didn't want to invade her safe zone but he really needed to get her to feel comfortable with him.

"Hey there..." he whispered to himself as he crouched in front of her. "You're okay."

He placed his hands on her shoulders but was immediately rejected. She kicked him away and tried to run. But Naruto quickly grabbed onto her waist. She kicked and screamed, bit, and pulled hair, but Naruto continued to hold her down.

"Calm down," he kept saying. "Please Hinata, just calm down."

As nice as Naruto was, Hinata just wasn't willing to open up to him. Her frustration was bringing her to tears and Naruto was seeing it first hand. Her blind, gray eyes were starting to water and her rosy lips were beginning to quiver. She was scared. Naruto could easily tell.

"Don't cry," Naruto cooed, seeing the first tear drop slide off her face. "Its okay."

He wasn't sure if he could touch her, seeing that Hinata wasn't very fond of him. But he strongly felt the need to. He felt so bad for her. He really couldn't blame her for destroying his house. He could only imagine the amount of panic and confusion she was feeling right now. She had no idea where she was and where her parents were. How could he possibly be angered by her behavior? He'd be afraid too if he was deaf-blind.

"Hina—"

A loud gasp suddenly came out of the young girl's lips. She began to sob uncontrollably, slowly becoming smaller and smaller. She tried to push Naruto away but she became far too weak. It was evident that she was reaching exhaustion and was rapidly becoming distraught. She clutched onto her head tightly as if she was desperately holding onto her sanity.

"Bleh…ooo…wah!" She cried. Tears began to stream down her face like rainfall as she continued her gibberish.

She was trying to talk.

That's how desperate she was to escape, to find her parents, to feel safe. She was crying out to the only people she cared about. Naruto just sat there speechless. He could practically feel her agony despite her lack of words. Again, he felt so horrible. Without a care in the world, he wiped the tears off her face and caressed her gently. For the first time, Hinata didn't fight back. Naruto gently caressed her hair in an effort to comfort her. He watched as she slowly loosened up to him. She placed her hand smack in the middle of his face, causing him to jerk a little, and her fingers began to slowly recreate his image. When she realized it was the same man from days ago and the man from three minutes ago, she began to relax a bit more.

And that's when it hit him.

He remembered how Hinata's mother had brought him a separate suitcase of things her daughter might have liked. It was quite possible that one of those items in that suitcase was something that belonged to her. Quickly Naruto grabbed Hinata's hand and placed her palm on the wooden floor.

"Stay here," he said as he made her repeatedly tap the floor.

He quickly got up and dashed towards the living room. Running off was probably not the smartest idea on Naruto's part. Being well aware that Hinata was deaf- blind, he should've known that her other remaining senses were obviously more enhanced. With that being said, Hinata's sense of touch was incredibly strong. The moment Naruto ran off she could feel the vibrations flowing through the wooden floors. And because she could feel the direction he was going, she followed him. By the time Naruto found the large, worn-out suitcase Hinata's mother had left him, she was already behind him.

Looking through the suitcase, Naruto found a nicely folded, gray cardigan. It was a very old cardigan made out wool. Pieces of string were already dangling out of the intricate pattern. He knew this piece of fabric didn't belong to Hinata but rather her mother. He knew this because Hinata's clothes were in a separate case. Knowing Hinata's sense of smell was stronger than the average human, Naruto felt that this cardigan would save his life. By allowing Hinata to touch and smell this item, he knew she would recognize who it belonged to. He had faith that somehow he could communicate with Hinata through this item. He had to earn her trust some way, and it had to be quick.

He folded the cardigan and tucked it under his arm with the mindset of heading towards his bedroom, but the second he turned around he found himself face to face with the young girl. He jumped when he saw her face only inches away from his. He wasn't expecting her to be behind him and for that reason he was slightly spooked. He gave her a stupid smile despite knowing she couldn't see him, and awkwardly sat beside her. Even though he was well aware that she was heavily impaired, he still didn't know how to act around her. He didn't know what would tick her off and what would calm her down yet. He also didn't know if she had realized that he was the same guy from KII and from minutes ago. And lastly, although her eyes had no sign of pupils, and her gray irises along with her pale skin made her look abnormally ghostly, she was still nonetheless beautiful. Naruto recognized Hinata was a beautiful girl even before he discovered she was impaired. And like any other pretty girl, Hinata made him nervous.

Carefully he approached her hand and held onto it. To his surprise, she didn't fight back. His quick thinking made him realize she had followed him through the feeling of his footsteps. This meant that she knew Naruto was the same man she was with in the bedroom. So, putting the facts together, Naruto assumed that she trusted him right now. He had to take advantage of that knowing how quick to change she was. After a while of hand holding silence Naruto placed both of Hinata's hands on her lap with her palms facing up. He slowly placed the cardigan over them and silently began to watch her reaction. The first thing she did was carefully run her hands all over the wool object. She took the time to let her fingers understand what she was holding onto. From the small spaces and bumps deep within the sewing pattern, to the feeling of every hair of the wool, she took it in all. From the look of her face, it seemed like she was getting an idea of who it belonged to. Following her sense of touch, she brought the cardigan up to her nose, and like a pup she began to sniff every inch of it. She inhaled the scent of the person who once wore the cardigan. And as soon as she identified the scent, her eyes lit up.

She dropped the cardigan and began to incoherently cry out to the person it belonged to. She appeared to be very happy when she found out it was her mother's, but she obviously still struggled to understand why she wasn't there. Seeing this, Naruto grabbed both Hinata's hand and the sleeve of the cardigan. He rubbed the sleeve on her hand slowly, placed it on the ground, and then led her hand to his face. He stretched out his free hand and placed his thumb on his chin.

"Mom…" he signed. He made her feel the position of his hand and tapped his chin again. "Mom."

He then made her feel the cardigan for a quick second and brought her hand back to his face. Hinata clasped onto his hand as he kept signing mother. She traced his fingers and tapped his chin as she tried to understand what he was doing and what it meant. But unfortunately, she didn't understand it and wasn't really interested. She began to groan and try to pull her hand away but Naruto was determined to teach her.

He opened her hand up and brought her thumb to her chin, forcing her to imitate him.

"Mom.." He said to himself as he made her thumb tap her chin.

Back and forth he would make her sign and then touch the cardigan. Over and over Hinata had to repeat the same process. Cardigan, face, Cardigan, face. Just by looking at her face, it didn't seem like she was enjoying it.

Naruto wanted her to understand the cardigan was her mother's but the more he tried the more he saw it wasn't working.

He found himself wondering if his method was only leading her to confusion. He found himself thinking Hinata was misinterpreting his sign. Instead of her learning the sign for mother, perhaps she was thinking the sign meant cardigan. He didn't know how to tell her since she had no knowledge of any sign language, and was unable to hear or see his intentions. It was very difficult, very, very difficult.

One more time he attempted to make her sign, but by that point Hinata was already done. She shook her head away and got up. He tried to make her sit back down but she was no longer in the mood to. She began to move her arms around as she tried to navigate herself away from him. A faint sound of hunger grumbled through her stomach as she left. She didn't react to her stomach grumbling for she didn't make a sound when it happened.

"Are you hungry?" Naruto called out to her as he got up. "You want to eat?"

He quickly walked up to her and led her to the kitchen table. "Sit," he said as he lightly pushed her down on the chair. "Sit."

He carefully watched her as he slowly crept towards the kitchen. She remained still for the time he kept an eye on her, but he wasn't willing to take any chances. Quickly he scavenged around every cabinet and drawer for some utensils and food. Almost everything was shattered and broken, nothing he used to make food even worked anymore. He painfully peaked his head in the fridge mentally preparing himself to see emptiness. But fortunately it was the opposite. Hinata had not touched his fridge, everything was completely intact. The only problem was almost all his dinnerware and appliances were broken. His stove and microwave were cracked, his blender's container was shattered, his plates and bowls were nowhere to be found, and everything that still lived through Hinata's wrath was useless. Because of this, despite having food in the fridge, he couldn't make a meal. He couldn't even heat up a cup of ramen because he had no microwave.

"Damn," he said as he took a look at the mess again. He looked around the bottom cabinets one last time in hopes of finding at least one plate. He searched through his endless amount of expired garbage and miraculously found an old set of holiday plates. He immediately grabbed them and picked up various utensils off the floor.

"So," He said counting all the things he had in front of him. "You left me three plates, two bowls, and basically all my forks, spoons, and knives."

He went to his fridge and grabbed a bag of bread and a box of cream cheese. For the mean time, this is what they would have to eat, a cream cheese sandwich. As he walked back to the kitchen with all the things he needed, long behold Hinata was no longer there. He wasn't surprised. He placed his things on the wooden table and ran off to go look for her. She wasn't in the living room or his bathroom, so the only place left was his bedroom. He walked in thinking she would be on the floor like last time, but instead he found her lying on his bed. She was enjoying the comfort and softness of his bed, snuggling herself deep within the layers of his blankets. He couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of her twisting and turning. She was acting like a child and it secretly relieved him. Seeing her soft side gave him the confidence to try a bit harder, to try a bit harder to help her.

He went up to her and gently tapped her head. Immediately she jerked up, once again showing her defensive side. She rejected his hand quickly but then reached for it again. She leaned her body towards him and oddly enough began to sniff him. She sniffed his worn-out shirt for awhile and then sniffed the folds of his blue blanket. Both fabrics had a similar scent, a manly scent, similar to Hinata's father. They both smelled like sweat and a unique natural aroma. But unlike her father, this smell was its own person. Hinata in that moment understood that where she was laying belonged to the person in front of her. And to get a deeper connection, by tracing the hands of the person in front of her, she recognized he was the man she had been constantly seeing today.

It appeared to Naruto that Hinata was beginning to understand they were the only two people in the entire apartment. He squeezed her hand a little to see her reaction but she didn't do much. She just sat there silently. Naruto began to wonder what was going through her head. He nudged her a little in an effort to get her to the kitchen table. She slid forward a bit but was reluctant to leave the bed.

He struggled with her for a good five minutes. He folded his hand as if he was holding a piece of food and tapped it against his lips. "Eat," he said as he made one of Hinata's hand touch his lips and the other hold his signing hand. He tapped his signing hand against her lips while he attempted to pull her out of bed again. She didn't like that. Her eyebrows began to furrow and her hot-headed temper began to show up again.

"Come on," he sighed, feeling the stress of all his work flow onto him.

Naruto had all the patience in the world, so he wasn't losing his cool over Hinata. He just wanted her to eat because he knew she hadn't eaten since yesterday. The only thing he could think of at this point was to carry her. He knew she wasn't going to like it but he had to get her to the kitchen somehow. With all the strength in the world, he found the courage to lift her up and out of the bed. He placed her on her feet, but as expected she angrily fell to the floor. She yelled and screamed as Naruto bent down and pulled her up again. Quickly taking advantage of her tantrum, he carried her bridal style to the table.

By time they got there she was sniffing and had tears streaming down her face. The blonde treated her like a fragile porcelain doll as he lightly wiped her tears away. He pinched her cheeks softly as he tried to cheer her up. His gentle character made Hinata relax a little, but she was still a bit stiffened.

Naruto scooted his chair beside her and brought all the items he had on the table forward. He took a piece a bread out of a plastic bag and placed it on one of the snowman-shaped plates. Before he gave it to her he grabbed one of her hands and a knife. He let her feel the knife as he carefully watched her movements. Her fingers slid up and down the cold steel blade and ever so slowly ran the tip of her index finger on the sharp side of the knife. She recreated the bumps, edges, and corners of the utensil all in her head. Naruto could see how fascinated she was this item. It was possible that her parents never allowed her to get close to anything sharp. And to be fair, it was completely understandable when you saw her condition.

Once Naruto felt Hinata was finished inspecting the silver knife. He then made her place it down. He grabbed both of her hands and made both of her index fingers rub against each other as if she was cutting something.

"Knife," he told her as he kept making her rub her fingers.

He made her hold the handle of the knife again while he slid the plate with bread in front of her. Gently he covered her hand with his and they both simultaneously cut the bread in half. The blonde took pauses in between cutting the piece of French bread. Between the breaks he would make Hinata sign 'knife' again.

"Knife," He'd tell her as she rubbed her fingers together. He then would make her tap the knife, and then they both would continue to cut the bread. For the first time today, he saw Hinata smile. He saw for the first time her eyes lit up. Once they both finished slicing the bread in half, Hinata began to rub her two fingers on her own.

When Naruto saw this his mouth instantly dropped. "Yes! Yes!" He said excitedly, not caring if she couldn't hear him. "Knife!"

As stupid as it was to overjoy himself over a girl signing the word knife, Naruto was so happy. He could officially mark off one word out of a billion on his list. That was something he had to feel proud of.

"This is good," he smiled. "We're getting somewhere."

He opened the box of cream cheese and spread it on both slices of bread. He brought one of them to Hinata's lips and unsurprisingly she began to sniff it. It took her awhile to take her first bite, but when she did she seemed happy with it. She opened her mouth a second time so Naruto could feed her again. This time she took a big bite.

"You like it, huh," Naruto chuckled. He let her hold the piece of food in her hands as he made one for himself. Their little brunch wasn't as silent as he thought it would be. Naruto discovered that Hinata smacked her lips when she ate. She didn't eat with her mouth completely open, she just somehow made noises when she chewed. It was quite funny and adorable when he saw it. He began to admire the beauty of the girl in front of him. Her crying had made her eyes puff and her nose and cheeks red. Any other girl would look tired and ugly after shedding the amount of tears she had, but Hinata had the most angelic look on her face it almost looked too holy. Ugly was impossible to describe her in that moment. Naruto continued to eat his sandwich in a zombie-like way as he continued to stare at her.

She's really something…

Suddenly Hinata began to moan. Her hands began to search around for Naruto. The blonde reached and tapped one of her hands to let her know he was still there. She followed the direction of his hand and then searched for his face. When she found it, she placed a piece of bread against his lips. Naruto was stunned by her actions. He wasn't expecting it at all. His heart suddenly remembered how to feel nervous and started to beat fast. The brunette lightly pushed the piece of bread on his lips when he didn't open.

"Sorry," he said as he stupidly opened his mouth.

And with that, the young girl shoved the piece of bread inside it. She giggled when she felt his cheeks move as he chewed the wheat slowly. Once he was done she opened her mouth so he could return the favor.

"Okay," the blonde said as he placed a small piece of bread on her her tongue. Here you go," he laughed.

Naruto decided to go Ichiraku; Naruto decided to go to Ichiraku not because he was hungry, but because he had to do some begging. He brought Hinata along with him in fear that she would do more damage to his house. Although he didn't hate Hinata, he didn't want to walk inside the Ramen shop with her. Knowing how sensitive she was to strangers, he didn't want his extroverted, pink-haired friend to trigger Hinata's temper. With that being said, the blonde only peaked half of his body inside the stand once he reached it, while the other half hid Hinata.

He saw his pink-haired friend sitting on one of the red stools of Ichiraku. She had a painfully bored expression as she read a large, thick book half attentively.

"Hey, Sakura," Naruto said from the far corner. "Are you busy?"

The young girl was slow to respond due to her exhaustion. She lazily closed the book in front of her and sighed "Not at the moment," she mumbled, not even bothering to look at him. "Do you need something?"

"Yea, but it looks like your busy."

The girl slowly turned her head to look at him, revealing the dark circles beneath her eyes. "Did you go to school today?" She asked changing the subject.

"No," Naruto shook. "Did you?" He asked as he pointed to her noticeable bags.

"No, I've been studying...since yesterday"

Naruto awkwardly nodded not knowing what to say. "You've been studying all day and working?"

"Yes," She said closing her eyes. "And I'm exhausted!"

She through her hands in the air and dramatically looked up to the ceiling. "Teuchi isn't here so it's been me and Ayame all day."

She pointed to the long-haired brunette who was hastily cooking tanks of ramen noodles. Naruto couldn't tell who looked more stressed out. Sakura had her face practically sliding off while the other girl was sweaty and frizzed up due to all her running. They both just looked awful.

"Where's Teuchi," Naruto asked still standing at the entrance.

"I don't know."

"Do you at least know when he's coming back?"

She shrugged.

They didn't say anything after. Sakura yawned loudly as he she stretched out her back. Naruto just kept himself distant from the two working girls. "Ayame!" Sakura yelled to the anxious girl. "Can you pass me a bottle of beer!"

The girl hiding deep within the kitchen rolled her eyes.

"Are you serious?" Naruto asked before the other girl could do the same. "It's like 11 in the afternoon."

"So?" Sakura shrugged showing no concern.

"You'll be drunk on the job? Come on Sakura, that won't please the customers."

The girl sighed a second time. "Well, do you have any other suggestions to wake me up?"

Ayame secretly begged the blonde to think of something. Naruto discreetly winked back. "I do actually, "he nodded.

And he really did.

He had come to ask Sakura for money. He had come to Ichiraku to beg Sakura for money. And knowing Sakura, this little favor was going to wake her up quick. She wasn't one to give out stacks of money to everyone she met. She never gave out anything without a story, a really good story. Naruto knew this well. He knew this because he always struggled to get at least a coin out of her. Today would be no different.

"I got a favor to ask," he said scratching the back of his head. "I don't have a job and school's getting rough on work, plus I have a girl I'm teaching. I was wondering if you could—"

"I hope you're gonna ask me to find me you a job." She interrupted him. "Because I'm not—"

"That too," Naruto nodded. "I'd like to find a job too, but I also need…y'know…"

Naruto once again, awkwardly looked back at the green-eyed girl. Just by the look at her face, he knew she wasn't happy. He felt his heart be fast not knowing if he should continue. How else could he word the idea of wanting money without sounding like a prick? He bit his lips as he swarmed through his thoughts desperately trying to find a smooth way to ask her.

"Naruto, come on spit. What do you want?" Sakura waved at him to speed up.

He took a deep breath and sighed. His blue eye's nervously looked back her green ones. "Can I…borrow…some money?"

"No," Sakura quickly shook.

"But Sakura!"

"Get a job and work for your own money, Naruto. I'm not going to maintain you." She said as she waved towards Ayame to give her a bottle of Sake again.

"Sakura, you don't understand," Naruto begged. "It's urgent. Something happened today and I really need the money!"

"What happened?" Sakura asked in an uninterested tone.

"My house was completely trashed and my money can't cover it all, Sakura."

"Who did it?" Sakura said raising a brow. "Did you call the cops?"

"No—Sakura, you don't understand. The girl—a girl I'm helping did it."

"What?!" Sakura said whipping her head back at him. "So what if your helping her? She shouldn't do that."

"Sakura, she's impaired. She doesn't know what she's doing," Naruto said shaking his head.

"Okay," Sakura sighed coming to the realization she was talking to Naruto. A man who never saw flaws in any human. "How much do you need?'

Naruto gave her a sheepish smile. He ran his fingers through his hair as he prepared himself for her raging attitude. "How much do pay for rent?"

"Naruto! Are you crazy!" Sakura slightly yelled practically jumping out of her seat. She tried to calm herself down as she mentally recollected all her patience. "Could you at least walk in here and sit down next to me instead of hiding like a coward."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because the girl who destroyed my apartment is outside."

He lightly tugged on Hinata's arm motioning her to come inside. The drapes that covered the entrance of the restaurant startled her at first but eventually she entered and stood beside him.

Sakura's eyes widen when she saw the girl.

"Before you start scolding her, Sakura, She's deaf-blind, okay? She doesn't know what she's doing," Naruto warned her. "She's the girl I was talking about the last time I talked to you here. She's living with me now."

This time Sakura did jump off her seat. "Oh her!" she said remembering the conversation they had nights ago. Her attitude suddenly completely changed. She became much happier to see her and even offered to give her a free bowl. "She's so pretty," she said running up towards the still girl. She was just about to touch her shoulder when Naruto quickly slapped her hand away. "Don't touch her!" He warned her. "She will go nuts if you do!"

"Really? But she seems so serene."

"That's what I thought too," Naruto breathily laughed. "But now I know...if she doesn't know you, she doesn't like you. Period."

Sakura stood in front of the girl in awe. Her gray, beautiful eyes were so unique and her skin was so clear it gave her some jealousy. "Wow," Sakura said still amazed. "She can't hear or see, huh? How does she learn?"

"It's a work in progress," Naruto sighed as he remembered his terribly long morning. "But we're getting there."

"Really?" Sakura said in fascination. "Does she know how to do anything?

"Well," Naruto said as he looked up at the ceiling. "No, not really. To be honest, I don't even think she knows how to properly eat."

"Will you teach her?"

The boy just shrugged. "I guess."

Sakura then took a good look at the blonde and then the girl beside him. She thought and thought, and mentally groaned at the idea of giving in. She didn't like to just hand over her money out to people, but seeing Naruto and his new bipolar student, she just had to help. She sighed at her kindness but shook it off when she straightened herself up.

"300 bucks that's all I'm giving you. Invest on it." She said crossing her arms.

The blonde boy's eyes beamed in pure joy. A weight off his shoulders was safely taken off by Sakura's offering. "That'll do I swear."

"Yea, it better." She said looking back at him. "Also another thing, I want to stop by your house often now."

That startled Naruto.

"What, why?"

"Naruto she's a girl," Sakura pointed. "She's walking around the town in a nightgown and her hair's not even brushed!"

That was true. Naruto left her the way they brought her to him. He was too embarrassed to change her and he didn't know much about women's fashion at all. He figured he would just leave her like that since changing would be an evident challenge. "She needs me." Sakura whispered.

Naruto honestly didn't like the idea. Hinata didn't like knew people, he saw that today and in KII. She was surely going to go mad over Sakura too. He wanted to say no just because of that, but he couldn't. Sakura was giving him the cash he needed, the least he could do was bring her to his crappy apartment.

With great pain he agreed. "Fine, but you'll have to come tonight."

The pinkette nodded.