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Chapter One: The Heiress
'Hyuugas are Strong' screamed the metal bracelet I had taken to wearing. I had also taken to wearing other various accessories in metal, lace, or spikes. My clothes now consisted of skinny jeans, band t-shirts, belts you never actually wore as belts, but as waist accessories, and tank tops. Hyuuga elders eyed me with distate now, hoping the "little heiress" was going through a phase.
Psh, I thought disdainfully. Like they even really cared. They knew as well as I did that now my clothes matched my attitude. Matched how I would rule. And they can't say anything, because I won't listen and they can't stop me. Being free feels good.
And that is true. Because Hiashi had named ME heir. The day I turned sixteen, I was officially the future leader. I was going to rule the Hyuuga clan. And it was going to be exhilarating. It was going to be freaking amazing.
Of course, I had felt guilty about taking that position over my older sister, Hinata. But she assured me she was better off without the pressure.
That's right, it's my story. I am Hanabi Hyuuga: future leader of the Hyuuga Clan.
Nowadays I barely did anything. I had completed the training required to be a powerful Hyuuga and I worked out everyday. Hiashi was aging and rarely made me, a strong teenager in her prime, do much of anything.
Except this. These dumb "village gatherings". The name in itself was horrible. It was some thing the 5th Hokage had set up as a monthly event. People come. People mill around. People go. Time wasted.
MY time wasted, if you wanted to be specific.
So I'm just sitting here all by myself at this stupid village gathering. Hiashi had dropped me off and left due to a "previous engagement". Like hell he did! He hated these things almost as much as I did. But he loves to torture me. I think it's an old person thing from being isolated most of your life: take it out on the kids. Lucky Hinata, she moved into her own apartment. Who cares about Hiashi thinking he doesn't know anyone? He should be here suffering like me!
Yeah, and I totally know everyone old man. NOT.
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So I went to the Academy for what, like a week. Father wanted the results he got from Hinata. So I went and met some kids yadda yadda yadda.
A week later, I was sent home for using my bloodline. Like it was my fault. There was this kid. This really dumb kid with big blank brown eyes.
The dobe asked why my eyes were so weird looking.
I informed him that it was because I was a Hyuuga.
He had no idea what I was talking about. Baka.
So basically, I summed it up for him: I. Am. Stronger. Than. You. Comprende?
Obviously not. He proceeded to rant about how he was going to be Hokage someday.
And it wasn't like he was only preaching forty feet away. He was screaming…in my EAR. Such a loud voice. So annoying. It got to a point when I just couldn't take it anymore. So I did what anyone else would do in my position.
I shut down all his chakra. Duh.
His silent unconcious body is a sweet sweet memory for me.
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So I'm sitting there, punch in hand, watching a bunch of older ninja grind and freak on the dance platform. God, when was this effing OVER?? If I went home now, Hiashi would make me come back. Like literally, make me. Because I was supposed to "represent the great Hyuuga Clan". Yeah, at this hoedown of a gathering? I didn't think so.
And I was enduring this because it was anyone's guess when HE would drag himself down here to get me.
A slow song emerged through all the noise. Ahh…finally. The older ninja paired up or dispersed. I smirked at the single ones. Losers.
A pink haired one glared at me like she knew what I had just called her. Weird.
"Excuse me?" A voice interrupted my stare down. I looked up. It was a boy. He had brown hair that stuck up in a cute way and big brown eyes. I stared. He's hot, I found myself thinking.
"Hey," I said before I ended up looking like an idiot. He smiled at me nervously.
"Want to dance?" He asked, gesturing toward the throng of people.
"Sure," I agreed, dumping my cup in the trashbin.
He took my hand and led me onto the dance floor. I so was surprised at the sudden contact that I pulled back instinctively. What can I say? It was only my Hyuuga senses. Half a second later, I realized he had taken my hand. That same moment, he looked back at me, probably wondering why I had pulled away. I took his hand this time and led him onto the dance floor.
He stood there awkwardly for a second. Sighing internally, I assuredly locked my hands around the back of his neck. He then placed his hands on my waist. We swayed back and forth for a while. This feels nice.
"Oh," he burst out. "I'm Konohamaru. Nice to meet you." What? That name…it sounds kind of familiar...
"I'm Hanabi," I said, realizing just now that slow dancing was awkward. Do we talk or not? Do we look at each other or away? Ironically, I found myself wishing for a faster, louder song.
Oh shut up, I scolded myself. You're a Hyuuga—suck it up. Be strong, Hyuugas are strong.
"So," I smirked. "Konohamaru…cute name." He…blushed?? Awesome, I made him blush.
"Not me choice," he muttered, while grinning abashadly at the same time. I smiled, tilting my head back to look at him fully. He really was cute. I had probably gotten hecka lucky—tons of girls had to have been waiting for him.
I scanned the area quickly and immediately spotted a girl staring at him, er, us. She had her bright ORANGE hair in a freaky up-do. I snickered and looked down.
"You know," he said slowly. "I get the feeling that I know you…but I can't remember where…"
"Yeah," I agreed, frowning slightly like I always do when I'n thinking hard. "But I can't quite think of it"
"Have I seen you anywhere?" he asked hopefully. "School? Store? Hospital? Hokage's office?"
"Nah," I said, shaking my head. "I'm home-schooled, I barely go out, never been to the hospital, and I don't get missions."
His mouth dropped.
"You don't get MISSIONS??"
"Well I will soon, now that I've finished training," I replied, getting suprisingly irritated at his tone. What was he, stupid?
"What level ninja are you?" he cried. "You've gotta be pretty slow to just finish now…I mean because you look pretty old…no! not like old old but like way over academy level…" I rolled my eyes.
"I'm a jounin." We stopped swaying. I looked up at him.
He looked so…dumb. Mouth open, eyes wide. I waved my hand in front of his face. No response. Ugh, did I really have this stupid ( but good-looking!) guy as my dance partner?
"H-how old are you??" he croaked.
"Seventeen," I said, wondering why he was so freaked out.
"But I'm a chuuin and I'm eighteen! I've worked so hard," he yelled obnoxiously. Dude, this familiar feeling is soo strong. But I can't put my finger on it! His ranting continued. "And you could end up Hokage in like two years or whenever Granny Tsunade kicks the bucket!"
Oh my gosh. The way he said "Hokage"…the inflection…the tone…it was so FAMILIAR, I couldn't shake it off. Suddenly, I had a flashback.
Boy.
Blank look.
Me.
Anger.
Boy.
Unconcious.
Me.
Satisfaction.
I gasped, pulling away. Konohamaru looked startled.
"What?" he asked, reaching for me again. I stepped back more.
"YOU," I snapped. His eyes widened.
"What??" he cried.
"I remember YOU," I spat disdainfully, stalking off so fast there was no way he could ever find me in the crowd.
I ran out of there as fast as I could, taking alleys so not even Shikamaru, the boy genius, could have tracked me. I was going home, I decided. No way was I going to be within 30 miles of that baka of a boy. If he was stupid and insensitive to me, then fine. If he couldn't respect power and influence, so be it. If he wasn't going to act like an intelligent human being, then he can just go soak his head.
No way in hell was Hiashi going to make me come back here ever again.
End of Chapter One
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