It was originally a present.

Hinata viewed the pictures with little emotion, her lips never even leaving the straw of her venti Frappuccino with a caramel and extra whipped cream. Sitting in the cherry blossom park, in mid-August, sweating even in her spaghetti-strap lavender dress, white opaque cropped leggings and lavender flip-flops; she didn't much care for the pictures. It was, of course, about her. Only, this time, it wasn't a magazine featuring her and Sasuke's weeklong double date with Sakura and Naruto on Naruto's huge houseboat. Or any other double dating they had done in the past two months.

Nope, that didn't even come close to this. It was about her present to Sasuke that was splashed all over the tabloids.

She hadn't modeled in probably ten years now. But she had been working out, and wanted to give something extra-special to Sasuke just to show him how much she had slimmed down. It was a silly whim, but a silly whim that wouldn't leave her mind. So, she had contacted a friend of hers and they set up a small, three-hour shoot. But those three hours had produced fifteen photos, and she only took three of those fifteen with her. They were, of course the most elegant, the simplest and the sexiest.

So the ones in the tabloids wasn't nearly as bad as the last one she had given to Sasuke.

In one of the pictures in the magazine, she was draped across black high-back wing chair. It was all Western style, with its intricate apple-wood claw-and-ball legs and elegance. She barely wore anything, just a slinky black silk negligee that was transparent, with a lavender slip that was just an inch longer, and a pair black Dolce & Gabbana stilettos. Her hair had been styled into romantic waves, and paired with smoky blue eye shadow and taupe lip-gloss, that highlighted her full lips.

She had one finger slipped under the strap, tugging it down to reveal more creamy skin. She had one leg thrown over the leg of the chair and one over the back. It showed she was flexible, and sexy. Perfect for bed. But of course, she hadn't liked it.

Well, not as much as the one with her practically naked, wearing a small, chest-length leather jacket, black lace boy shorts and knee-high lace-up stiletto boots, straddling a slick black Yamaha motorcycle between her toned legs. Her hair had been swept in a loose bun, with a pair of golden chopsticks sticking out the back. Of course, her makeup had been smoky blue eye shadow but instead of taupe lip-gloss, they had gone with ruby red lipstick that did immense justice to her pale skin and full lips.

Sasuke had loved it just as much as she did.

The tabloids would have had a field day on that one.

And she didn't think she would ever be able to handle a motorcycle as well as she did in that shoot.

Smiling to herself, she looked to the next photo. This one was she draped in a blue cashmere blanket, naked, of course. Her hair was up in a loose chignon and she was looking over her shoulder to the camera, her eyes half-lidded and her mouth open by the slightest fraction. Makeup was simple; soft pink lip-gloss and taupe eye shadow. It was all subtle lighting and simplicity. It was very elegant, yet very racy, because she was sitting seiza-style on the apple wood floor, roaring fire in a red brick and marble fireplace behind her. The blanket was wrapped loosely around her, drooping in the front to show a generous amount of cleavage. Hinata hummed her disappointment. Her expression hadn't come out quite right, so it looked more sexual and raunchy than it should have.

The last one of her standing on a balcony, the bay in the background as she leaned over the railing. She wore Sasuke's infamous leather jacket with nothing underneath and really short navy biker shorts, which hugged her perky butt. Her hair was down and since they were on location at Sasuke's apartment, the wind blew through her auburn tresses, allowing a few strands to caress her face. Her cheeks had flushed from the cold, and with clear gloss, it looked as if she were caught being simply beautiful. But when they snapped the picture, she had reached up to remove a strand from her lip-gloss. The jacket had shifted and showed a little more than necessary and instead of her looking simply beautiful, she looked ready for sex, her eyes half-lidded and looking flushed with excitement.

Now, with the tabloids making a big fuss about her very much exaggerated sex life (poor Toshi, her photo editor, and Jiro, her way too young set designer, had gotten dragged into the scandal as well) and how she should just dump Sasuke now. She propped her chin in her palm and continued reading the article. Obviously, the woman who wrote this piece of journalistic trash had a score to settle with Hinata. But of course, Hinata was too busy telling agents and modeling companies that she had her own career and that this was just for fun. Though it was always nice to make a comeback after a decade of being behind the camera.

But no, there was a reason for why she had stopped modeling. All the lights, all the action, it was too much. Too much of everything. Too much partying. Too much heartbreak. Too much heartache. If she had stayed, she would probably be in a psyche ward, rocking on her haunches and muttering about getting her next fix. The minute she had quit, Hiashi had kicked her out of the house, saying she was a disgrace to the Hyuga name simply because she didn't want to work behind a desk all day.

A sigh escaped her waxy lips as she shook her cup. The ice cubes rattled around inside and cold seeped into her hands, numbing her fingers. In about twenty minutes, Sasuke, Sakura and Naruto were supposed to show up. Another double date, since dating single was just not worth it anymore. What was the fun in staring into each other's eyes if someone's not going to crack a joke about what you would do later?

Flipping to the next page, she continued to read the woman's words. Of course, all women out there pining for Sasuke would agree with her. They would say Hinata was a tramp. Hinata didn't deserve to have Sasuke. Sasuke had enough heartbreak; he didn't need it from his girlfriend. And of course, they would go their friends and make a huge fuss and quite possibly bitch about how they were much deserving of Sasuke than Hinata was.

Of course, they only thought that.

A bright candy apple red Ferrari F430 pulled up at the curb of the park and Sakura shot out. She stalked across the grass and towards Hinata, despite her bright white satin slides, jean miniskirt and pink lace-trimmed cami. Her hair was pulled back in pigtails and her emerald eyes were wide with rage behind her white Dolce & Gabbana wrap-around tortoise shell sunglasses. She was probably punching holes into the floor as she marched across the green grass of the cherry blossom park.

Hinata felt a blush cover her face as her mind finally allowed her to realize that her most intimate pictures were released to the media. And Sakura had seen the article and was clearly pissed at the woman who wrote. (There was no denying it now. It was either a really gay man or a very pissed-off woman who had written that much trash about Hinata.) Hinata ducked her head and tried to hide herself behind her bangs, her face turning redder by the second.

"I am pissed!" Sakura announced, her French-manicured hand slamming down on the picnic table. She jutted out one hip and slammed a hand on it, her jaw clenched and her body tensed, ready to fight. "That woman had no right to write that piece of smut. Toshi and Jiro certainly don't deserve that kind of publicity! And you sure as hell don't either!"

Hinata felt herself blush harder with Sakura's anger. "Calm down, Sakura-chan. It's only a woman scorned-"

"She hasn't me at woman scorned until she's met me!"

"Yeah!" Naruto roared, marching across the lawn to meet his girlfriend, shaking a fist and growling like a fox. "No one deserves to be trashed like that! And especially not you, Hina-chan! Sakura-kun's right! That bitch doesn't have the right to write dammit!"

Sasuke sat next to Hinata, slipping an arm around her waist. "Calm down, Twiddle Dee and Twiddle Dumb."

Hinata blushed harder as he squeezed her side, his eyes roaming over the photos. He barely paid attention to the words, just stared at the pictures. He reached over and tapped the last one with his finger, raising an eyebrow at her. "How come I didn't get this one?"

"Because I messed it up." Hinata blushed as he looked to her. "I . . . I wasn't supposed to reach up towards my face."

Naruto reached over and yanked the magazine out from under Sasuke's hand, his clear blue eyes scanning over the pictures and flipping through the pages. And then he paused, raised both eyebrows and looked to Hinata. "You can ride a motorcycle?"

Hinata's face turned bright red as Sasuke reached over and snatched the magazine back, giving Naruto an icy glare. "Can't you see she's under enough stress already, dumbass?"

"It'll be that woman who'll be under stress when I'm done with her!" Sakura snapped. She hopped to her feet and grabbed Hinata's wrist, pulling the woman to her feet. "Let's go have a chitchat with her! A nice, physical chitchat!"

"Let's not and say we did." Sasuke leveled a look at Sakura as he pulled Hinata into his lap, propping his elbows on the table behind his back. "It's just the tabloids being tabloids. It's their job to start things. To start drama. You're supposed to ignore it."

"But I can't!" Sakura howled, waving her own copy of the magazine in the air. "I am pissed! That woman has no right to trash Hinata-chan like that! No right at all!"

"None!" Naruto echoed from his spot at the picnic table, reading the article. "None whatsoever!"

"Please," Hinata pleaded with them, biting her lip to hold back laughter. "There's no need to be so loud about it."

Sakura flopped back on the bench and leaned into Naruto, her arms folded tightly as she read the article. Sasuke shook his head and caressed her hand, rubbing soothing circles against the back of her hand. She felt her face cool, even though Sakura was grunting with anger as she snatched the article from Naruto and read for him.

It wasn't until Naruto's eyebrows shot up that her face heated up. She bowed her head and bit her lip, leaning into Sasuke. It hadn't actually been a problem until Sakura made a big deal out of it. But that was Sakura; caring, loud, protective Sakura.

"When did you do these anyways?" Sakura asked, propping her chin in her hand and looking towards Hinata. "These aren't half bad."

"Half bad?" Sasuke smirked as Sakura's cheeks turned bright pink. "I'm gonna have to say these are a lot better than yours."

"Hey now," Naruto chuckled. "We don't need another fight on our hands. I like double dating."

Hinata glanced towards Sakura, who rolled her eyes and gently shoved Naruto. "Oh please. You just want a reason to show off all your silly toys."

Naruto pouted. "My houseboat is not a toy. Neither is my four-wheeler or my R.V."

"A R.V. that has two floors and a freaking wet bar," Sasuke corrected, popping a cigarette between his lips, but not lighting it. "And don't forget your jet skis, all six of them."

"Shut up, teme," Naruto glared at his friend across the table, folding his arms across his barrel chest. "Just 'cause you don't have jet skis doesn't mean you need to get pissy with me."

"I don't need jet skis to occupy my time," Sasuke said wryly, bringing Hinata closer to him. "I got Hinata for that."

Sakura laughed as Hinata's face turned bright red. "Well, at least he's honest, Hinata-chan."

"Yeah, a little too honest," Naruto muttered. He glanced at his expensive digital watch and a grin practically split his tanned face from ear to ear. "Let's go! It's a perfect day for jet skiing!"

Sakura shook her head. "Did we not just discuss that?"

"But jet skiing is fun!" Naruto whined. "Come on!"

Hinata felt a smile tug at her lips. "It is a nice day . . . for jet skiing in the bay."

Sakura groaned as Naruto bolted from the table, his arms in the air as he whooped. "Now you've done it."

"It'll be fun," Hinata smiled, reaching for her beach bag. "And I've always wanted to try jet skiing."

Haha, jet skiing . . .

I've always wanted to go jet skiing . . .

Anyways, this is my love!

Goodbye, my duckies! Love ya 'cause ya love me ~CocoaAngel95 :'}