Hello everyone, this is my new story, I hope that this becomes a hit like my last story, A New Hinata, so I can continue it. In this story Hinata has the same personality but looks different. She has long black hair, and in the story her eyes look normal but still can use Byakugan. She always covers her eyes with her hair because when she was young, her relatives were jealous of her beauty and beat/cut her for it. Shall we begin? Note: words that are italicized are words being thought in Hinata's mind.
Chapter One
The sun's rays speared into the atmosphere, its orange glow mingled with the light blue of the morning sky. It was roughly 5 p.m. The trees rustled in the freezing winter wind. All of Konoha was still, a thin blanket of fog hovered over it. An enormous manor peeked out of the fog, it was the Hyuga manor.
I looked through the thin openings through my hair; it was about that time I should leave the house--before everyone wakes up. I emerged from the warm embrace of my blanket, my legs slowly trembling. My feet hit the cold, solid hardwood floor, I winced at the pain of my feet--from the previous---torture sessions. I walked to the closet and silently put on my socks and shoes, and then I put on a thin silk robe, a present from my deceased mother, and fitted the hood tightly on my head covering the top-half of my face. I grabbed my money bag; I heard the jingle of the few coins that were in there. I then jumped out of the window, onto the street, then heading to the Academy. My stomach grumbled, I lay my palm over it, I moved my hand to my chest; I could feel the stiff ribs. I guess I'll have to use the rest of my money to buy lunch today. I continued my way down the road to reach the Academy. I passed all sorts of people; they gave me odd looks as I passed by, with an occasional gasp of astonishment. I saw little through my hair, but with Byakugan I could see a lot…though I never though of using it.
I reached the Academy; I turned left to the bench where I always waited at. I saw it then took my seat, I was thinking of foraging for berries out in the forest, but then school would start soon. As time passed by, few people passed and even fewer children began appearing for school. A trio of older students slowly started approaching me, they had their headbands, meaning they were official ninjas. The came up to me, "Why are you always waiting here when we pass by?" asked one of the boys. I didn't answer them; I simply sat there, staring at the strands of my hair. "Can you talk?" asked the other boy. Once again, I didn't answer their question. "Well if you can't talk, you won't mind if we take your money bag." Said one of the boys. He quickly snatched my bag, he opened it, "Heh…not much, but don't worry, it'll be put to good use." Said the boy who took is. As he turned around I tried to snatch it back, I was successful but I left a red scratch mark on his hand. "Ow, that was hurt." Said the boy. He glared at me; he then threw me down onto the cold, dirt ground. "Ah." I cried in pain. He then kicked me in the stomach. I winced at the waves of pain circling through my stomach. He was aiming to kick me again but the other boy stopped him. He then took my money bag again from my weakened hand, "This will at least pay for a band-aid." He said. They three walked away, leaving me in the ground. I lay there, would it be a bad thing--if I were to die here---right on this spot? I had accepted the fact that I would die there, I lay there, waiting for death to claim my pitiful life.
Time passed, apparently I still haven't died. A dog came up to me; he licked my face and sniffed me, letting out a happy bark. "You smell of dirt and blood." Said a voice. A boy came into my view; I could see his face through my hair. He looked young, around my age, he was in my class, he had messy brown hair, and a red streak on each of his cheeks. He wore a gray jacket with black fuzz lining his hood, which was off his head. "I saw what happened, why don't you fight back?" he asked. I didn't answer; the dog licked me on the cheek again. What does he want? He came closer, his eyes became dark, he bent down and tried to move the hair away from my face, I stopped him, and then I shook my head. He helped me up, and then he slowly walked away. School was going to start, I got up, my feet shook heavily, and slowly I walked to class.
The door was in front of me, I opened it. Iruka-sensei was taking roll, he looked at me, "That's unusual for you to be late Hinata, please take your seat." He said. He continued with roll, and then went onto the test results. "The top score in the class goes to Hinata Hyuga." Said Iruka-sensei. There were a few gasps as Iruka-sensei pointed to me, the boy from this morning sat in front of me. I could see his face, his eyes full of light, and a smile then emerged from his face. My heat raced and I could feel the blood rush to my face. After, he was all I could think about during class…what was this feeling? The lunch bell rung and we were let to go outside. I sat at the same place this morning, it was quiet and peaceful. I quietly listen to the sounds of the birds and stared into the bare branches of the trees. I heard foot-steps coming, I looked to the left. It was that boy from earlier; he was coming with his dog happily following him. What does he want?
Yay, the first chapter is done! Hope you enjoyed it. Please review! With enough reviews I'll start writing chapter 2!