Buahahahaha…High School Blues is back, only with a serious side to it. -cackles- The humor shit just made the story a bit unappealing, so I decided to tone it down so it doesn't sound like I'm on crack. -innocent look-
Its shorter, though...well, its a prologue sort of thing.
And I'm probably going to get, like, two office detentions for my business letter in school for reporting to the principal upon what could be better in the school. I was all sarcastic and made dry humor, and directly insulted the principal. XDDD She's going to read them all, too…and I was telling the truth too. The food does look/taste like it was dug up from underneath the couch cushions, and the meat (which I don't eat since I'm a vegetarian) probably is just some squirrel they shot…
A slender hand sifted slowly through short, silky locks, savoring the feel. The pale skin contrasted rather deeply with the dark shade of hair; the hair was, after all, so dark it was often mistaken for black.
Soft, lavender eyes, framed with coal eyelashes that swept over the eyes itself, looked with a musing sort of gaze. It wasn't hard to tell two things from those eyes. One, there was little chance this person was male, and two, this individual was currently daydreaming.
A voice with an English accent, speaking in Japanese, took advantage of this.
"Hinata Hyuuga, I am sorry to break you from your wonderful daydream, but will you please pay attention? Just because you are new here doesn't mean you have any right to daydream in the middle of my class."
Hinata, a pale skinned female in the front row, surrounded by bright haired students, instantly flipped out, leaping in surprise. Her hands quickly grabbed the English textbook in front of her, almost immediately separating from the short locks. Her face turned red in embarrassment as the students began laughing.
"G-gomen n-nasai Kakashi-s-sensei! I p-p-promise I-it will n-never h-happen a-again!" Hinata spluttered out, before looking into her teacher's eyes. He had heterochromia, one eye gray and the other red with a weird sort of pupil that he had been born with in a strange shape. There had been silly rumors that he'd ripped out a person eyes to get that eye, but most didn't believe it.
Most.
The satirical part was that this particular teacher always read his little porno book during class, and always arrived late to class, somehow in every period.
Instead of replying, Kakashi simply huffed and looked back into his open orange book, a perverted grin spreading over his peachy face.
Kakashi was a handsome man, indeed, but his perverse attitude made him completely unlikable by almost all of the school female staff. Even Tsunade, the principal, disliked him a tad, though not nearly as much as she did Jiraiya, the vice-principal that was also the author of the infamous Icha Icha Paradise series.
If it weren't for the fact that Tsunade wasn't the one who could, Jiraiya would've been flat out fired by now.
Just as Hinata was about begin to leaf through her book to the correct page, chairs scuffed the floor and produced a shrill noise, students getting up with their things in their arms. English class was over, thankfully, and only six periods of actual work remained.
Joy.
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Hinata began to weave through the crowds of students, finding it easier since she was shorter than the other students, even by only a bit. She stood out, even if clad in the same outfit as the others, though the male uniform.
The female school outfit normally consisted of a white blouse with a crimson sailor-styled collar with a necktie and long sleeves with crimson cuffs, a dark orange, almost red pleated skirt, knee socks, and brown penny loafers. Of course, the uniform just happened to be out of ones her size, and requesting one would be far too expensive. So she was stuck with the male outfit.
It wasn't bad, consisting of blouse with a dark orange neck tie, crimson pants, knee socks, and black penny loafers. Actually, you had a choice between brown or black, but guys tended to wear black and females stuck to the earthy brown. However, Hinata wasn't all that fussy.
If it weren't for her eyes and slightly rounded chin, Hinata would look fully male. The blouse was much less form-fitting in the male's outfit and essentially allowed her breasts to be easily concealed. And with the fact that she wore a male's outfit, most people would instantly mistake her for a guy.
One thing the school still had was lockers. Most schools in Konohagakure didn't use them for some reason, but Konoha High had millions of the crimson lockers lined up along the halls. Something having to do with an 'American Influence On These Japanese Gakis' or something like that, quoted from the lazy art teacher of whom had once been asked.
Hinata didn't know much about the school personally. She was the 'newbie', put simply, having transferred from Boston, Massachusetts. Hinata was half Japanese, half American, and had fundamentally inherited the light eyes from her American mother, and just about everything else from her father. However, due to her mother's tragic death in a car accident, she forced to move back to Konohagakure, where she had lived when she was three.
Needless to say, they moved after some freaks tried to kidnap Hinata, and her father had done almost nothing, letting his twin save the girl at the cost of his life. Talk about a lazy, son-of-a-
Bump.
Time stopped. Well, not really. It was just the author's stupid way to put a scene that had some significance in this story, like how animes freeze the moment…yeah, let us just get on with the story before someone goes and personally shoots me in the head with a gun…
"Watch where you're going." Hinata looked at the person who she'd bumped into. She could tell this person wasn't the most pleasant individual, due to their not-so-hidden venom spat into a sentence composed of 4 words (5 if you count the conjunction). Well, anyways, instead of listening to my rambling, let us get on with the story again.
Hinata looked into deep, black eyes filled with faux impassiveness. It was easy for her to see the emotions through even the trickiest foils; nothing escaped her seemingly naïve eyes in terms of feelings. She had a stoic sort of family, but for some reason, her eyes were the only ones that saw the tiniest bits of action that hinted agitation, happiness, joy, all those things that made a person human.
It was only a shoulder rub, and it had been Sasuke who'd hit Hinata in the first place. She was so small, however, in comparison to the tall teenager, that she was pushed to the side slightly. Straightening herself out, she compelled herself to speak without a stutter.
"Gomen nasai…Uchiha-san, I believe." With a bow, Hinata courteously apologized for simply being there. Actually, it should have been 'Uchiha-san' who apologized, but he was far too proud to mumble anything other than 'Hn' or 'Watch where you're going'.
Sasuke replied with a 'hn', his eyes showing agitation and the hints of anger as he pushed Hinata out of the way so he could get to his locker.
Mother-fucking prick.
'Well, he's certainly a charmer, ne?'
Enter Hinata's little inner self, of which would not do anything besides make small comments. Unlike Hinata, Inner Hinata was sarcastic, and not exactly foul-tempered, but would plot revenge tactics in such ways that they would seem…impossible…or impossibly painful.
The inner self was a sort of second entity inside her, much like Inner Sakura, only not a figment of imagination. Instead, Inner Hinata was simply the manifestation of her spiritual energy, given a personality.
'He, he…I'd like to see that little fucker have a textbook shoved up his ass…hey, Hina-sama, you've got one, right? Shove it up his girly-boy ass and see what happens…'
As you could see, Inner Hinata was anything but a romantic type, and wouldn't let anyone get away with pissing her off, at least not in her mind theatre.
And people who treated Hinata like shit got their place in the ol' hit list.
'Gomen nasai…Hihi-chan…demo…Uchiha-san wouldn't be able to sit for a long time…with a textbook up his…' Hinata consulted to her other self. However, to anyone looking in on her, she was simply looking at the ceiling, with a soft blush. (Due to Hihi's little comment…)
'If I was stupid, I'd say you're no fun, Hina-sama…oh, and hottie at ten o'clock.' Inner Hinata smirked.
Turning to said direction, Hinata saw something that made her heart flutter. Not because of beauty, but because said person was, in her opinion, strong, smart, determined, coordinated, and oh so very dashing…
Said person tripped on his own feet and landed face-first on the floor.
"Iiiiiitttttttaaaaaiiiiiiiii…" He mumbled as he shifted about, nursing the bump that had formed amongst his spiked, flaxen locks. His stunning, ocean-like blue eyes showed a bit of amusement at his own clumsiness, as well as masked by a mixture of overwhelming confidence and pride.
It was…-legasp-
Michael Jackson!
Nuuuu…wait, that is for when Orochimaru is introduced…anyways, it was…
SANTA CLAUS!
…wait…no, I'm getting them messed up. How about I just tell you his name is Naruto, and get it over with…'kay?
…only he would trip on his own feet.
With a rush of confidence overwhelming her, Hinata strode to blonde with a blush, and offered her hand to help him up. It wouldn't be that hard to help pick up your crush, would it?
"N-Naruto-kun…d-do y-you need h-help up?"
Blinking at the foreign hand in his face, Naruto looked up at Hinata and his expression shifted from confusion to a happy look. He grabbed her hand. "Gomen, Hinata-chan!"
Helping pulling him up wasn't that hard, as Hinata found out. Perhaps it was because of the 'stuff' she did after school, as a sort of extra job, almost…
While Hinata daydreamed on about her crush, Naruto ditched poor Hinata to cling onto Sakura.
Of whom was clinging onto Sasuke. Literally.
Dai: You may have noticed the lack of humor, ne…and the new format at the end…but I got bored of the old stuff, and now have subliminal humor. :D Now I can possibly get more than one review for each chapter!
Hinata: -poofs up- Please review…Dai-chan and I would both be happy if you do…
Dai: -grabs Hinata face cheeks- Now, who could deny such an adorable face? Tell me, now!