Hashirama Senju Academy
Ch. 1
Last Day
Rated K+ for nonsexual bras and bastard
A knock on the walnut wood door of her bedroom startled young Hinata awake.
"Miss Hinata, it is time to wake up," came the muffled voice of Hinata's personal caretaker, Fusa. Hinata sighed and rubbed her eyes. She glanced at the Seiko Décor Vela clock on her white wooden nightstand, it read seven.
"Miss Hinata?"
"I'm awake now, Fusa," Hinata called back sitting up and stretching before pushing her lavender comforter and plum sheets off her.
"Breakfast is in an hour," Fusa replied before walking off.
Hinata got up and made her bed. After she had placed every lavender, purple, cream, white, and plum pillow in their proper spots, she padded barefoot over the fluffy purple rug that interrupted the cream velvet carpeting of her room, and into her spacious bathroom. The bathroom was white marbled floors, pristine white walls, and pale pink quartz sink and counter. The walk-in shower was also made of pink quartz surrounded by spotless glass and the toilet and claw foot tub were made of white porcelain. All the metal was gold and the towels white. It was beautiful, feminine, cold and expensive, designed by one the country's top interior designers and built by the best, paid for by Hinata's father after he and her mother had found out their first child was going to be a girl. As Hinata started her morning ruitine she wondered what the man who had paid for this royalty worthy bathroom for his unborn daughter had been like. Who was that man who had spared no expense to make his wife and baby happy? Had he laughed? Smiled with ease? Had he showered her with kisses, hugs, and I-love-yous? For the thousandth time in her short existence Hinata wondered how a man like that turned into the man she knew as father today, a man who could barely be bothered to wish her a good morning or a good night, a man who gave no praise, only scorn and dissatisfaction, freckled with harsh judgment. And for the thousandth time Hinata could not come up with any plausible explanation.
Wrapped in a fluffy white robe Hinata dismissed her thoughts, reentered her bedroom and threw open the double white birch wood doors to her sizable walk-in closet, another thing her father of the past had insisted his unborn daughter would need as she grew older. She pulled open a large drawer on her right full of underwear, panties on the right and bras on the left, all made of simple colors and plain cotton. While most other girls her age were wearing small cutesy bralettes made of bright colors and often adorned with bows and sometimes even frills or lace, Hinata was already wearing women's underwire bras and had to wear women's sports bras when going outside to play. It was humiliating for the young girl; neighborhood girls teased her and teenaged boys often came on to her. With no mother to help her through the start of puberty two and a half years ago, Hinata had often laid in her bed, trying to hide her body from the world, thinking herself a freak.
Reluctantly Hinata picked out a white bra and panty set. The panties were no problem, but with horror Hinata realized the edges of her bra cups were digging into her chest uncomfortably and causing her to spill out slightly.
"No…" Hinata moaned, "Oh no, no." She desperately tried adjusting herself, but no matter what the bra would not fit. With a cry of frustration she threw the bra into the far corner of her closet. She could believe she was going to have to get a bigger size, she was already a B. Choking back tears and trying to gain composure she put on one of her sports bras and turned to her clothes. Before she could pick something out however, a loud, incessant knocking on her door made her jump.
"Hinata—" came the sing-song voice of her five years younger baby sister Hanabi, "Can I come in?"
"Yes," Hinata called back, returning her attention to her closet.
Hanabi skipped in closing the door behind her and joined Hinata in the closet, where she proceeded to pick out the frilliest, flashiest, and brightest clothes in Hinata's closet for her older sister to wear. After rejecting all of Hanabi's suggestions, Hinata settled on an oversized plain purple t-shirt, a white short sleeved hoodie, and a pair of capri jeans. Turning around to face her shoe wall with full intentions of wearing her everyday white and purple Skechers, Hinata instead found a pair of sparkly purple Converse shoved in face.
"Hey, why don't you wear these? I haven't ever seen you wear them" Hanabi asked, her head tilted to the side. Truth be told Hinata had fallen in love with the shoes while out shopping with Fusa in January and had decided to spend her left over birthday money on them, but when she had got home, put them on and looked in the mirror, she had felt foolish; she could only imagine what people would say seeing plain, weirdo Hinata Hyuga wearing such bright, pretty shoes and so had put them in her closet to never be used.
"Well they're not really my style," Hinata hedged, trying to move around her little sister and reach her Skechers, but Hanabi blocked her path.
"Why not? They're pretty and purple, two things you like."
"It's just…they're too...flashy for me," Hinata explained while trying to move around her sister the opposite way. Hanabi blocked her again.
"I don't get it. I think you should wear them." Hanabi pushed the shoes into Hinata stomach and began poking her with them.
"Hanabi…" Hinata whined, but Hanabi only poked harder. With a loud expulsion of breath Hinata snatched the shoes out of her sister's hands and sat down at the purple chasie lounge in the middle of the closet to put them on. Hanabi danced around Hinata chanting "Pretty shoes, pretty shoes" all the way through the house until they reached the dining room. At the sight of the large imposing mahogany doors the hyper girl grew quiet and stood, suddenly solemn, behind her sister. Hinata knocked twice on the doors and after a moment opened one and walked into the room.
Like every morning their father sat at the head of the table a cup of coffee steaming in front of him and the newspaper next to it his eyes locked on the business section.
"Good morning father," the girls spoke in unison.
"Hm," he replied his eyes never leaving the paper. The girls took their seats Hinata on his right hand side and Hanabi next to her. A moment later came two knocks at the huge double doors and the girls' older cousin Neji walked into the room.
"Good morning Uncle."
"Hm." Neji took his place across from Hinata on Hiashi's left hand side.
"Good morning cousins," he greeted.
"Good morning cousin."
"'Morning Neji." With that breakfast commenced as usual, without any speech. Once everyone was finished with their food Hiashi dismissed the children, who all strode quickly out into the hallway.
"Hey Neji, do you hafta go to school today?" Hanabi asked tugging on the sleeve of his uniform white dress shirt while they walked towards the entryway, Hinata following quietly behind.
"Yes, today is my last day before summer vacation," Neji replied.
"And then you get to stay home with us for a loooong time right?" Hanabi asked eagerly bouncing around the older children. Neji nodded and grabbed his dark blue back pack from where it had been placed by a servant on a bench in the foyer. Hanabi squealed, hugged Neji around his waist, and skipped back down the hallway singing a made up song consisting of "summer," "Neji," "Hinata," and "fun." Neji rolled his eyes at his youngest cousin's antics and headed to the door.
"Have a good day cousin," Hinata called out as he stepped over the threshold.
"You as well," he replied and closed the door, leaving Hinata alone in the hallway.
For hopefully the last time in her life Hinata met with her homeschooling tutors in the library of her house. It was a family tradition that children be homeschooled from the age of three to twelve and then attend private school until graduation at eighteen. Neji, being a year Hinata's senior, was finishing up his first year at Hashirama Senju Academy which held grades 7th through 12th and Hinata would be attending for the first time at the end of this summer. After five hours and a half hour lunch break, Hinata was free for the summer. Fusa met her in the hallway outside the library.
"What would you like to do today Miss Hinata?"
"Um, c-could you please see if Sh-shino and K-kiba can come play in the b-backyard?" Hinata timidly asked looking at her sparkly feet.
"Of course Miss," Fusa said and walked away. Hinata waited until she was out of sight and then ran to the backyard. As she waited for her only friends to show up Hinata tended her garden that had been started by her mother after she had married her father and had continued up until a few weeks before her death. It was now Hinata's pride and joy. Because neither Kiba nor Shino were homeschooled like her, it was a little over an hour before she heard her name being yelled from the back gate. Hinata removed her gardening gloves and jogged over to let the two boys in.
"Hey," Kiba greeted walking into her backyard like it was his own.
"Good afternoon Hinata," Shino said more respectfully.
Hinata smiled at the two boys who were her only two friends, happy as ever to see them. Kiba and Shino were her neighbors. Both from old wealthy families like hers. Shino came from a long line of doctors, scientists, and professors, one of his great grandfathers was the founder of Hashirama Senju Academy and Shino's father Shibi Aburame was the dean at the prestigious Konoha Private University as well as a highly esteemed pathologist. Kiba's family was not quit as old as the Aburames or Hyugas, but was old enough that Hiashi had deemed him an acceptable playmate for his daughter. His family owned nearly every vet office in town as well as the pet supply stores and even the zoo and his mother, Tsume Inuzuka, was a world renowned zoologist as well as a part-time professor at KPU. Shino and Kiba had been brought together practically since birth since they were less than a month apart in age, and Kiba had joined the duo about six months later, his mother bringing him over for a play date when he was only eight days old. The three had been inseparable since spending some part of almost every day together. The three sat together beneath a huge oak tree that lived at the far end of the Hyugas backyard where they could not be seen from the house because of the other smaller trees that occupied the land.
"Ah, it's finally summer," Kiba said as he sat cross legged, leaning against the tree.
"And after Hinata will finally be able to attend school with us," Shino commented, gracing Hinata with a rare, brief smile.
"Ugh, don't talk about school at the beginning of summer," Kiba complained ripping up some grass and throwing it at the sunglassed boy who just calmly wiped it off. Hinata however was happy at Shino's words; she couldn't wait to be able to leave this cold house every day and spend time with her two best friends and hopefully, maybe, just maybe, meet more people she could call friends.
X3 Hinata X3
The door to Naruto's room was thrown open and the lights flicked on.
"Time to wake up! Breakfast starts in half an hour," yelled a woman's voice from the doorway. Naruto rolled over and pressed his face into his pillow trying to block out the noise of five other people waking up. A few minutes later however he felt a hand shoving his shoulder.
"Get up Naruto," it said.
"Go away bastard," Naruto groaned into his pillow.
"Why do I do this every morning," the voice muttered before violently ripping off Naruto's blanket and tipping his bed so he fell on the floor. Naruto swore and picked himself up off the floor, glaring at the black haired boy across from him.
"I'm up now, happy?"
"Ecstatic," Sasuke said before walking out the room his arms crossed.
Naruto made his bed and dressed quickly in an orange and white striped t-shirt, black shorts, and old, worn-out off brand sneakers, all second hand. Grabbing comb and toothbrush, he left the room where three younger boys where standing together watching him, he heard them explode into loud whispers behind him. After breakfast, he and Sasuke left the orphanage and walked to school together like every other day, lagging behind the rest of the elementary school going orphans. It was the last day of school and Naruto was a bit depressed although he didn't show it outwardly. While at the moment he and Sasuke were both equal orphans, it had not always been that way. Sasuke was originally from a very old and wealthy family who over the period of a few years had all suddenly, suspiciously died off, leaving seven year old Sasuke and his twelve year old brother Itachi orphans. Because Sasuke was from such a family, plans had been made for him in case of such a situation. One of the plans was that he attend the expensive private school Hashirama Senju Academy, where his brother had just graduated from last weekend. Naruto on the other hand had been an orphan since he was less than a year old, his parents, whom, from what Naruto knew, were average people, having died in a car crash that had caused the scars on Naruto's face. This meant that Naruto would be split up from his best friend soon for the first time in five years, while Naruto attended the local public middle school and still lived at the orphanage and Sasuke attended his fancy school on the other side of town and lived in its private dorms. These thoughts caused Naruto to scowl and kick his feet. Noticing Naruto's behavior Sasuke punched his shoulder, causing Naurto to stumble off the sidewalk.
"What was that for bastard!" Naruto yelled, putting his fists up, ready to fight. Sasuke just shoved his hands into his pockets and continued walking to school.
"You should be happy it's the last day of school, idiot," Sasuke muttered staring straight ahead. Naruto slowly lowered his fists gazing at the retreating back of his friend. Breaking out in a huge grin Naruto ran up to Sasuke and wrapped his arms around the taller boy.
"Aww, I love you too Saucy," Naruto cooed, before breaking up into hysterical laughter.
"Ugh, get off you weirdo," Sasuke grunted shoving the blonde off his person. Naruto just continued laughing and followed Sasuke the rest of the way to school.
*3 Sasuke *3
Sakura woke up to the music of Avril Lavigne playing from her castle shaped alarm clock. She pushed the off button and stretched luxuriously in her pink sheets, pushing her multitude of stuffed animals dangerously close to the edge of her white princess bed. She got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to start her morning routine. Wrapped in a pink robe she picked out her clothes for the day, a pink polo shirt, a jean skirt, and white leggings. She completed the outfit with gold ballet flats, small gold hoops in her ears, and a few colorful plastic bracelets. After posing in the mirror a couple times Sakura blew her reflection a kiss and skipped downstairs to her kitchen. On the island was a plate of pancakes topped with strawberries, scrambled eggs, and turkey bacon.
"Morning sweetheart," called Sakura's mother from where she was washing dishes at the sink.
"Morning," Sakura replied before digging in to her breakfast.
When she had finished her mother drove her to school and kissed her on the cheek before she grabbed her backpack and leapt out of the white suv. She made her way over to the four benches in the grassy area of the playground next to two maple trees. It was the area where the cool older kids hung out before and after school and during recess. Today was Sakura's last day as an older kid before she became the youngest in middle school in a few months. Waving at her from the cool spot was her blonde best friend Ino. Also at the spot were three other girls and two boys that Sakura was not particularly close to, as well as her closest friends besides Ino - Shikamaru and Choji. All four of them had been in the same class since kindergarten.
"Everyone," Ino yelled out when Sakura had joined the group.
"After today we are officially Middle Schoolers!" The group cheered at her statement, even the lazy Shikamaru gave an unenthusiastic hurrah. Sakura giggled at her best friend's antics. Before the kids could celebrate further however the bell rang signally they had five minutes before the school day began, causing the group to grab their things and rush off inside.
After school, the four friends were driven home by Chouji's mom to his house to celebrate their end of elementary school. With Ino and Sakura leading the way, chattering about their plans for the summer, the children entered Choji's dark house. Once everyone was inside and Choji's mother had closed the door, the lights were flicked on.
"SURPRISE!" yelled Sakura, Ino, Choji, and Shikamaru's parents. The living room was decorated in black, white, and gold streamers and balloons and a large banner that read "Congratulations Graduates!" Ino and Sakura squealed and clapped their hands, Choji was grinning hugely and hugging his mom, and even Shikamaru had a small smile on his face. Sakura's mom ushered the four onto the large burgundy couch in the middle of the room and sat them down. Once they were seated a long box wrapped in shiny gold paper was placed in front of each of them.
"Alright, on the count of three everyone open their presents," Shikamaru's mom said.
"One…two…and three!" The children eagerly tore into their presents, Shikamaru a bit more leisurely than the others. In the girls' boxes was a white dress shirt, a black bow tie, a dark blue suit jacket, a dark blue pleated skirt, grey knee high socks, and black mary-janes. The boys' boxes held a white dress shirt, a black neck tie, a dark blue suit jacket, dark blue slacks, black dress socks, and black simple dress shoes. On top of everything in each box was a gold pin in the shape of a crest with the letters HSA in fancy script engraved in the middle.
"Since you guys started school," Ino's dad explained, "we all opened accounts in your names and have saved up enough money to send all four of you to Hashirama Senju Academy for the next six years with a little left over for college."
"No way," Choji gasped, reverently touching the golden pin.
"Mom?" Sakura wondered, gazing at her mother.
"It's true," she replied. Ino screamed and leapt at her mother and father pulling them both into a hug. Sakura and Choji followed her lead. Shikamaru got up calmly and stood before his mother and father.
"Thank you, very much," he whispered looking at his feet, desperately trying to hold in his emotion.
"Geeze, this kid," his mom mumbled before pulling him into a hug.
"C'mon forehead, let's go try it on," Ino called picking up her box and heading upstairs to take over Choji's room. Sakura broke away from her parents' arms to follow, sticking her tongue out at Ino's name calling.
AN: So everyone is heading to HSA except for Naruto what will happen? I don't know, there are two ways this could go and I'm leaning one way, but I'm not totally sure what I will decide. I'm doubtful every chapter will be this long, but I will try to make them at least five pages long, the key word being try.
If you are worried about the age, don't. I won't keep them this young for long, it's hard for me to write such innocent characters, they often come out flat. This fic will span at least until their graduation, anything after that I can't make any promises.
Although I've hinted at it I realize some of you may have missed this so I'll spell it out here: Kiba and Shino attended a small elementary school on the rich side of town. Naruto and Sasuke attended a large, public elementary school on the lower end of town. Sakura, Ino, Choji, and Shikamaru attend a mid-sized, public elementary school around the middle to slightly wealthy part of town. Hashirama Senju Academy is in the rich part of town about ten minutes by car from Shino, Kiba, and Hinata's neighborhood. Itachi would have attended the elementary school Shino and Kiba did and Sasuke would have too for kindergarten through the beginning of second grade. Hinata, Neji, and Hanabi are homeschooled for their preschool – elementary years. Tenten went to the middly/slightly wealthy elementary school and Lee went to the lower elementary school.
Fusa means helpful woman.
Hinata's Seiko clock http:/www. seikoclocks .com/#Collection/Decor/All/AZ224G (take out spaces)
The shoes Hanabi picked out for Hinata
http:/www. sears .com/converse-girl-s-chuck-taylor-all-star-specialty-ox/p-036VA45155401P (take out spaces)
I do not nor have I ever liked Avril Lavigne. But that stupid Sk8tr Boi or whatever was everywhere when I was about twelve and all the silly trendy girls listened to it. I liked Puddle of Mudd around that time.
I will try to make shorter ANs, again no promises. You can skip them if you want. I will put a bold IMPORTANT! if there is something you really should read in the ANs.
Thank you for your time,
(heart) Bee