Author's notes: Hello, readers! I come back this time with my very first multi-chapter fic and my very first lemon. I have to say, the plot is kinda overused, but I hope you will give it a chance anyway. Now, people of an acquired taste rather read more subtle material or even just Limes and I'm afraid, this is not one of them. This first chapter does not contain much, but as the story develops it gets really explicit. I gotta say, I'm making it as explicit and rich in details as I can, that's just me. So I hope you enjoy it, and PLEASE REVIEW!

This smutty Lemon is dedicated to Jiraiya's memory, I hope you're proud of me, you big pervert. We all love you forever

The Tutor.

Hinata Hyuuga never needed tutors before, she was the kind of girl too shy to have the regular social life of a fifteen-year-old girl, so instead, she studied. She was an A student, but since a blonde mess called Naruto Uzumaki was school transferred and put in her group she started having more and more troubles to focus in class rather than in his sexy bad boy attitude, which of course affected her grades. She had fallen all the way down to a B…minus, she couldn't allow herself to get any lower, or else her father would start sticking his disapproving nose in her life. So she applied for the tutoring program

"Do you have any objection with someone?" asked monotonously the secretary at the respective office, passing on a list of tutors that the girl didn't care to lay her eyes on

"No, anyone will do just fine" as long as it's not him, and I'm dead sure he's not on that list she thought

"Good, then come back in two days, we will have your tutoring schedule" the woman finished

Two days later she was told by the same woman that her new tutor would be waiting for her in the library at five o'clock.

"Who's he or she?" Hinata asked just curious if she knew the person or not

"Shikamaru Nara" answered the bored woman as she typed other things on her computer

Good, she thought, she knew him, he was in her class until the teachers found out he was so smart he would have to skip two whole years, he was not the most enthusiastic guy, in fact she believed that he was bored of life itself, but at least there would be no awkward introductions

Friday five o'clock was when troubles started. The kind of troubles that make you feel unexpectedly right.

She arrived early with the firm intention to start studying on her own, she picked a table in a quite visible place, then sited and pulled out a notebook from her backpack and started… doodling Naruto's name inside a heart. The need for a tutor resided in having someone to listen, someone to pay attention to, she liked to do that, and her major distraction wouldn't be around

"Hinata" a masculine voice said from behind, she turned her head to see a tall, athletic young man with long straight brown hair wearing a blue Aikido uniform and Hinata almost fell from her chair. It was not Shikamaru, but Neji Hyuga, the student's council president, captain of the martial arts team and also the cousin she wasn't allowed to talk to because of their parents, even though they were twins wouldn't talk to each other.

Her jaws began to tremble "Nn-Ne-Neji-sempai!… how nice surprise! Can I help you with something?"

"I'm here to be your tutor" he coldly answered

There was an obvious mistake "But... Shikamaru-kun is my tutor"

"Shikamaru won't be able to help you, so I'm taking his place, here's the note" he said placing on the table a paper with a brief explanation of the sudden change signed by the secretary. Hinata turned even paler than she usually was "Are you dissatisfied with me?" he said with a poker face, his signature face

"No! Is not that! Please don't leave, I really need help " she begged

"Then let's begin" he said dryly taking seat next to her and placing his sports bag on the floor

"Aren't you going to change your clothes?" she inquired, he raised his face at her like an angry tiger "I-I´m sorry! I mean, I thought you were sweated after your practice so-"

"Do I smell bad?" he interrupted her without letting any clue of his mood out.

"No! Please! Of course not! I just wanted you to be comfortable" she nervously mumbled while her whole body tensed up

"As I said, let's begin"

And so they started reviewing her history lessons, the toughest subject for her. She cautiously listened to every one of his words, she didn't want him to repeat something and get angry with her, he was the student of the school, he excelled in everything he did and she couldn't help but wonder, why was he interested in helping her? He had many other responsibilities and their families didn't get along well. His presence was not fortuitous, he planned to be there and yet, he seemed utterly annoyed by her presence. What was he thinking?

"Are you listening to me?" He asked roughly

"Yes!" she jolted, she had got distracted thinking about her doubts. Damn it "the Sunagakure crisis…"

" Sunagakure had this very difficult moment in the year of…" he continued, elegantly moving his hands through the air and suddenly she jolted again, he had placed one of his hands on the table touching hers casually. She didn't move her hand and he never seemed to notice he was touching her. They stood like that for some minutes until he finally changed his position moving his hand away

"…so when the armies landed-" he paused for about five seconds

"Is th-the—" she tried to ask before getting interrupted

"-the civilians faced their..." he continued. These weird pauses kept going and seemed to have no other purpose for him but to stare at her eyes in a way no one had done before. It was a fierce look but it was not an angry one, in fact, he looked like he was about to smile, however, he returned to his severe mien with the conversation, it really intrigued her.

After one hour and a half, he finally asked "Have you got any question?"

"No, everything is clear" of course she had a lot of doubts, but not in respect of subjects. Despite everything, he was a good tutor. He finished the session, grabbed his bag and went away, hardly saying goodbye as if he couldn't wait to get far from her.

Hinata stood sat in her place at the lonely library, breathing as if someone just scared her, with eyes wide open as she watched his figure getting smaller by the distance. That was the first time

She reached home, her sister was stuck to the phone chatting loudly to one of her friends, her father was at his desk, working as always; in a way, it was like having the house alone. With no doubt, no one would ask her about her day or such, and she felt grateful for that. She walked up the stairs, entered her room and locked the door, she stood with her back to the door, doing nothing but diving into the memory of those pale lavender eyes, so much like her own, yet so different, staring at her. He didn't look like he hated her as she was certain that he did, not in those moments, but then what was he looking?

She spent all her weekend thinking of it.