This story is done my own way. Expect some stuff you wouldn't normally see…
lol. btw, the pairings are actually unknown by this point. I planned some stuff, but screwed it.
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Rated T for swearing, some 'slightly' described nudity (not really though), stupidity, crappy writing, and for what else might come.
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PROLOGUE;;;
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Hinata Hyuuga.
A wallflower, a blusher, timid…
Was going to boarding school.
There was one problem. It was a boys and girl's boarding school, and there were uniforms. There weren't just any uniforms, but frivolous, form hugging sailor fukus that seemed a few sized too small and three inch long skirts that if you bent over someone would get a good view of your undergarments, literally. While the male's uniform was perfectly fine, they had to murder the innocence of the girl's outfit for the enjoyment of the male students, in Hinata's opinion anyways.
However, this girl was a sharp student, and this was by far the best school to attend to for high school. It was public, and the female's and male's dorms were fairly well separated, as well as the male's dorms off limits to girls and vice versa. The school monitors made sure of this, with the help of a curfew at strictly nine o'clock. However, Hinata was going to invade upon the male's side, to preserve her innocence.
It would also be smart to say that the whole innocence part was, once again, Hinata's own opinion.
Hinata was a conservative, modest girl. She was not a hormone-driven, love-stricken fool who would easily blow her own cover. Hinata also had a dream she needed to pursue, and even if she had to dress herself as a guy and pose as one as well, that was just fine and dandy with her.
Sure, she may have had a small crush on a boy back in her younger years, but after awhile, it turned out to be just admiration.
And, anyways, it was already the first day of school and she had already filled out a registration form and sent it in, months ago during summer. No backing out now, sadly.
Butterflies formed within her stomach, fluttering about rapidly. Though she debated upon it, she decided that taking medication would probably only make it worse.
Hyuuga Hinata…no, Hyuuga Hikaru (as her registration form had said for the name) nervously bit upon her pale lips, looking at her reflection.
'I have to do this…but why did I push this off until now? Its four o'clock in the morning, and the day I'm supposed to go to the school!'
Hinata bit her lip; silently chanting the 'I have to do this' over and over.
Gazing at those elbow length locks, she felt hesitant. Three years had been spent to grow them out; so that she'd no longer look like a little girl with a boyish haircut. Hinata had grown them out to show that she wanted to change, to become confident…however, now...
Snip. Snip.
Downwards floated bits of her fringe. Instead of removing herself of the bangs, she was shaping the fringe so that it lost its old, blocky shape. Hinata's goal was to change her eyebrow length fringe into the sort of bangs any bishounen couldn't be without.
Snip. Snip. Snip.
The hair began to pile up on the counter, on her silk nightgown, and around her feet. The glimmering, bluish-black hair would surely be cleaned up afterwards, but for now it flocked the bathroom.
She examined what she had created from the front of her face.
Hinata had hacked away her side bangs, though kept enough of it remaining to reach her earlobe. The bangs she had created seemed out of some manga or anime about sexy boys, and her wide, innocent lavender eyes didn't actually stick apart from the assemblage she had precisely created.
Hinata was starting to resemble an adorable boy, though there still was the long hair in the back she needed to cut away.
The scissors in her hands began to shake, because her hands were trembling.
"Eh…" Her voice was hoarse, and hesitation laced about her words. Of course, Hinata actually needed to do this, as if she didn't, her plans would be ruined. Besides, it was already too late to turn back.
However, she still had her uncertainty. A soft voice kept trying to persuade Hinata not to, and if she kept faltering, then it would get its way.
CLANK.
The sound seemed to echo throughout the room. The silver scissors had slipped from her grasp, falling down to the white tiles. It lay about scattered strands of hair, motionless.
'Come on…there's no way you could screw up on the hair!'
She bent over, scooping up the scissors. Placing them upon the sink counter, Hinata pulled a white elastic from her wrist, and slowly pulled her hair into a semi-high ponytail. She pushed the elastic as far close to her head as it would go, so her hair would end up as short as possible.
She scooped up the scissors hastily, wedged them behind the elastic, and clamped the scissors shut.
Hinata opened her eyes after a few moments, not realizing that she had clenched them shut when she had cut through her hair.
Her wide eyes only got a quick, blurry glance at the foreign person in the mirror. Hinata shrieked and turned around, only to find there was no one behind her.
A warm, bright red spread across Hinata's pale cheeks, 'That was me? I'm a guy! That's just freaky looking…'
Hinata didn't take another look at her reflection due to awkwardness, but instead began to clean up the-now-messy bathroom. She was a fast cleaner and it wasn't an enormous mess, so it didn't take long.
Hinata flicked off the lights and left the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. She was silent as she walked to her room, which was just across the hall. She closed the door behind her, and then closed the shades, before turning the lights on.
'Eh…' Hinata thought, trying to encourage herself as she moved toward her desk. She grabbed a roll of thick bandages and discarded her nightclothes upon the floor quickly, 'All right… if you can't recognize yourself if the mirror, no one will be able to recognize you! If Neji-niisan was here, he wouldn't even recognize you, which is really good.'
That brightened Hinata up. A wide smile spread across her lips.
Why would she care if she made a good-looking boy or not? She was a girl pretending to be a boy! Anyways, she was so adjusted to seeing herself with long hair that this was new to her.
As she began to unroll the bandages and bind her rather developed chest tightly, Hinata's spirits fell.
'Stupid lumps of lard!'
"Okay…clothing…check. Sanitary products…check, and hidden in a locked side of the bag. Wallet in case I need to buy something…check. Uniform…yep, I'm wearing it. Suitcase…wait! Its right here dang it, where all the junk is! I don't need to check that off! Ugh."
Hinata quickly shuffled through the suitcase, making sure everything was there. She was starting to crumble slowly under the stress, as one could tell.
It was no longer four o'clock in the morning, but ten minutes to six and she was now going through her things. She was no longer clad in her nightgown, either.
Instead, Hinata now wore a rather fitting male school outfit.
It was a white button down coat with steel blue cuffs, a crest resembling a leaf vaguely stitched upon the breast pocket, and a high collar that was dark navy with a steel blue tie set where the collar parted. Underneath, though the normal outfit had normally nothing else, Hinata had improvised a previously purchased white muscle shirt just in case, though it did not show.
The pants were black and plain, but obviously made from a decent fabric. They clung to her skinny legs, in almost an uncomfortable way, but she actually liked them for the most part. She also wore penny loafers, and had opted for the dark brown. Her chest was flat now; with the help of bandages.
Overall, the outfit was finely put together for boarding school one.
And, a bronze key that unlocked the pocket on her suitcase where she hid her 'female supplies' hung on a piece of brown string, around her neck.
"I feel like dressing up for a dinner party, and those wraps still are hurting my chest. I hope that at least this ends up being worth it." Hinata muttered to herself, resisting the urge to rub her now flat chest where it was sore.
Though she was normally a more lenient and less whiny person, Hinata happened to be in much more pain than what she explained. She was D cup before, and restraining all that to be as flat as a washboard…
Ouch.
Hinata grabbed the suitcase and slung it over her back, holding it by the handle with one hand. Years of gymnastics had not only made her able to perform complex moves, but also, she was finely muscled. The suitcase weighed roughly sixty pounds, probably a bit more.
After Hinata had gone down one whole floor, she was now in the kitchen, where her mother stood, smiling.
"Ohayou, Hinata-chan. The car's ready, so let me take your bag while you get a bite to eat. I made you some eggs, for nutrients." Hikari smiled at her daughter. She was dainty, smaller than even her daughter, but then again, Hinata had gotten most of her height from her father. She also was cheery and kind, though not shy as her daughter was.
She was clad in a simple yellow sundress, and looked like an almost exact clone of Hinata, only with blue eyes, smaller breasts, and dark navy hair, rather than a mixture of dark purple, black, and blue. She was also slightly aged-looking, as she was 37, though she could easily pass off as a female in her early twenties. Hikari loved to dres up in outfits, a contrast to Hinata who only wore her coat (before). Hikari was 5'6, and frail looking.
Hinata was 5'8, a decent height. It was ironic that she had been only 4'11 three years ago.
"Domo arigato, kaa-san! I was getting a bit miffed, getting ready for school." Hinata blushed a bit, smiling softly.
"Not a problem, Hinata…I mean, Hikaru," Hikari said smiling whilst she waved her pouinter finger in a mocking way, "Now you better hurry, because the car ride will take three hours, and the latest they're accepting new students is ten o'clock! And, I heard on the radio there is quite a bit of traffic heading towards Tokyo, so we could get in later than we planned."
Hinata nodded, understanding. She and her mother lived in a small apartment about three hours south from Tokyo, but the traffic was often very heavy. Especially today, as it was the first day of school.
Hinata began to eat her eggs.
Hinata took her time on the fried chicken-spawn (xDDD), and by the time she was done, her mother was in the car and her suitcase in the trunk (even if Hikari had needed to wheel it out, and take several minutes to pick it up and put it in the back.
She put the dishes in the sink and pushed in her chair, before rushing out the door and closing it, locking it behind her.
Running down several flights of stairs to the lowest floor, Hinata rushed outside in only a minute. Normally, she'd walk, but Hinata was excited to be going to a boarding school. She dashed to the black car out at the front, opening the back door on the left. She closed the door behind her.
Hikari turned around to look at Hinata for a moment from the driver's seat.
"You better get some sleep, honey," Hikari paused to scrutinize her daughter's face, "you're starting to form bags, sweetie-pie."
As she said, waking up so early had taken a toll on Hinata. She was feeling sleepy even now.
"Hai, kaa-san..." Hinata mumbled, before drifting to sleep.
Mmmm...penguins. -sleeping on keyboard-