A/N: So this is my first story, ever (at least uploaded) and I would like to make it a good job, so hope you guys enjoy it.
This sotry is a Konoha high (just love them) and it's supposed to be held in Japan (since Naruto is japanese) and I will have a lot of japanese culture in it (no, I'm not from japan, so if you are, I would be more than glad if you could help me with some stuff, if not *shrugs*) and words, but do not worry I will always put a glossary at the end! :)
WARNING! One thing you should keep in mind, japanese schools are really different from european or american (but thankfully not so much from mine) so I wiil put in every chapter at the author's notes things you should now about them, in order to understand the plot, or you could visit my profile, where I have everything you need to know about schools in japan.
About this chapter, you have to know that the school year in japan starts around the 8th with 10th of April.
So here it is, please enjoy :)
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the plot.
Friends
Chapter 1: Morning
The room was dark. Some sunrays made it pass the gaps of the blinds and in the bedroom. On the bed, in the corner of the room, under the black sheets and the orange covers, a boy was sleeping, slightly snoring.
There was a loud sound coming from the floor under this room. It was a yell, calling for someone to wake up, but no matter how loud it could get, nothing could disturb the boy from his sleep.
The noise was becoming louder and louder by the minute, but the boy was still sleeping soundly, under the covers, showing only parts of his messy, spiky hair.
Then the noise stopped. The room was calm again, peaceful, only the sound of the boy snoring in his sleep could be heard.
Suddenly, his eyes flashed open and his body jerked up right. He was now sitting on his bed, just realizing what day it was.
The boy made a move to get out of his bed, when… *thump*, he had fallen off it, landing on the floor, lightly hitting his right elbow and the back of his head.
"Iteeee…" he whined, rubbing the place of his head that was in pain.
He stopped.
"Shit!" he said, as he jerked himself up on his feet, realizing again what day it was.
He ran out of his room, to the next door on his left and into the bathroom.
He jumped into the shower, running the cool water over his head, draining away the last of his sleep. When finished, he grabbed his towel, covered his lower body and stepped out.
He made his way in front of the sink, to brush his teeth. As he finished, he looked up, staring at his reflection, created by the bathroom's mirror.
The boy ran his hand over his head and shaked his hair, hair of the colour of the sun, in an attempt to dry some of them quickly.
But the reflection on the mirror was looking back at him, with his own eyes, eyes like the ocean. They held the colour of a bright blue at the outer layers of his iris, but the closer it got to the pupils, the darker it became, until it was one of the darkest shades of blue.
"First day of school again, huh?" he said to himself and sighed as he walked back to his bedroom.
He made a stop in front of his desk-chair, glaring at his school uniform on it. It was a classic gakuran, dark blue, Japanese school uniform. The pants were straight and with pockets, as the top had a standing collar, buttoning down, with the buttons decorated by the school's initials, "KH" on them. He was supposed to wear a white shirt underneath, but a white t-shirt was more than enough for him.
"What do we need school for anyway?" he mumbled, grabbing his clothes and getting dressed.
He took a glance at his clock.
"Damn, I'm going to be late again and it's only the first day day!". He grabbed his backpack from the floor, rushed out of his bedroom and down the stairs.
The kitchen was full of morning light. Everything was peaceful and calm, even the birds singing could be heard. Or at least, it looked this way.
There was a handsome man, with spiky blond hair and jaw-length bangs framing both sides of his face, sitting on one of the chairs of the counter-table. He was enjoying his morning coffee, while reading his newspaper, with his bright blue eyes. In front of him, there was a plate full of toasts and next to it were two small bowls of butter and jam.
Between the counter-table and the kitchen counter, which held the oven, there was standing a beautiful woman with long, blood red hair, that went till her mid-tights and strands were framing both sides of her face, but she was wearing a clip that parted her hair to the left. Her dark blue eyes were concentrated on the cookies she had just baked and was now adding some cream on top of them.
Her face seemed calm and cheerful, but only if you knew her, you could see the vein pumping at her right temple, from anger.
"You know he will never change, don't you?" The blond said, between two sips of his coffee, but without taking his eyes of his newspaper.
"I'm not sure if that's good anymore…" the redhair retorted.
"Mmmmmm….?" The man questioned, raising an eyebrow, but his eyes were still locked on his newspaper.
"He-" she started, but stopped when they heard a loud thump of something falling, from the floor above.
"HE WILL NEVER CHANGE!" she half yelled, annoyed that her household's morning routine will always be the same. As she talked, she squeezed the bottle of cream in her hands harder than needed, due to her anger, thus destroying the cookie she was working on.
The man, who was smirking behind his cup of coffee on his lips, finally looked, from the corner of his eyes, to his wife's back and said "He is just like you, Kushina".
"He is not! I was never nothing like that!" The woman named Kushina snapped back.
The man's smirk just grew. "Yeah, that's true…" he made a pause to drink some of his coffee and playfully continued "You were a lot worse".
"MINATO!" Kushina yelled, turning around to face her husband's smirking face.
"Still are" the man named Minato said, trying to look as innocent as possible, afraid of his wife's wrath, but at the same time, loving to tease her.
Kushina didn't have time to shout at him though, as loud footsteps were heard rushing down the stairs and a blurred image of a blond boy running pass the kitchen door was seen.
"NAMIKAZE NARUTO, COME HERE RIGHT NOW!" Kushina yelled on top of her lungs.
The boy called flinched and stayed still for a few moments.
"Breakfast. Now.". She said, her voice full of authority.
The boy named Naruto flinched again, before turning around and walking towards the kitchen. He poked his head through the door, to check first if it was safe inside.
"Morning mom, morning dad" he said with a huge smile on his face and guilt in his eyes.
"Goodmorning son" Minato answered.
"Breakfast" Kushina replied, pointing a finger towards the toasts.
"I'm gonna be late" Naruto said, yet he walked inside, took a sit next to his father and started eating.
"Then don't oversleep!" Kushina snapped back "and you would have forgotten your bentou-" she added, handing him his lunch box.
"Mom-" Naruto tried to say something, as he put his bentou in his bag, but she interrupted him.
"-And if you did so, you would have nothing to eat at school-" she continued.
"Mooom-" he tried again, but she didn't listen.
"-And came back complaining about it all day-"
"Mom-" his voice was a bit intense.
"Honey the-" both, father and son, failed to get her out of her monologue.
"-And I would have to literally cook a tone of food, untill you would be satisfied and by that time-"
"MOM!" Naruto half yelled.
"WHAT!?" She had finally snapped out of it.
"The oven" Minato answered and pointed at the said object.
Kushina blinked, not understanding the problem. She followed his index finger with her eyes and saw the grey smoke coming out from the oven.
"My cookies!" She shouted, finally alert of the burning food. She ran to the oven and took out the half-burned cookies.
"Kay, see you" Naruto said, grabbing one more toast and runing out of the room. Kushina had no time to stop him, as he wore his sneakers in front of the door and grabbed his keys.
"Ittekimasu" he shouted behind him and ran out.
"He will never, ever change" Kushina sighed, looking at her ruined cookies.
"Neither will you" Minato said, hugging his wife from behind "But we don't want that, do we?" He asked and kissed her cheek.
"I guess not…" she answered.
The morning sunlight was filling the room, through the windows, signaling that it was morning.
She turned around in her bed, not wanting to get up just yet. But still, she had to, so she turned back, facing the window, letting the sun to wake her up. She thought about the dream she had. It was so nice and sweet, of course he was in it, as always.
Sighing, she got up and walked to the bathroom attached to her bedroom, to start her day.
When finished with everything that needed to be done, she walked back in the bedroom, only to find her little sister sitting on her bed.
She smiled and said "Ohayou, so how do you want your hair today?"
"Ohayou" her sister replied, returning the smile "Ummmmmmm… a braid would be nice".
"Un" She walked to her, as her imouto turned her back to her and she started brushing her long brown hair.
"Onee-san?"
"Yes Hanabi?"
"Can you make the braid go over the front of my shoulder?" Hanabi asked.
"Of course" She answered and started doing the braid.
"Arigatou"
"So this is your last year of elementary school, happy?" She asked her imouto.
"Un! And this is the last year I'm wearing my braces too!" Hanabi replied excitedly, stretching her smile, revealing her braces.
She smiled back at her and sat down on her vanity, since she had finished with her sister's hair.
She stared at the mirror in front of her, while brushing her own long, waist-length hair. They were straight, in a hime-style haircut, with shoulder-length strands framing her face and held the colour of a dark blue, that would looked black, if it wasn't for the purple shade they had. The mirror reflected her pupilless, white eyes, white like the snow, perfectly, just like it did with her pale skin, too pale even for a Hyuuga.
Her sister's reflection was shown on the mirror, Hanabi was standing behind her.
"Onee-san?" she asked.
"Mmmmmm….?".
"Aren't you happy for the first day of school?".
"Yes I am" she answered softly.
Hanabi smirked evilly "Yeah, I guessed so, since Naruto is going to be there" she teased her.
"I-I-I" her face had turned to a deep shade of red "T-That's non o-of your business Hanabi!" she tried to put some authority in her voice and failed miserably at it, due to her stutter.
Hanabi started laughing and made her way to the door "Whatever, I'm going to change" she said and with that she left.
She walked to her wardrobe and took her school uniform out. It was a classic Japanese sailor school uniform, with a dark blue, knee-length, pleated skirt, which she had NOT shorten, a white blouse attached with a sailor-style collar, the same colour as the skirt and a red ribbon that ended in a big, but still not too huge, bow. She took out her winter uniform, due to their long sleeves, as she wanted to hide as much skin as possible. She wore her summer style uniform only in the hottest days and still didn't like it, but she couldn't let herself boil in her clothes, at school!
Once dressed, she took her black envelope-style school bag and walked out of her room.
As she entered the kitchen, she left her bag on the floor, next to the door and kissed her mother's cheek, who was placing some pancakes on the table.
"Ohayou, okaa-san".
"Ohayou, sweetheart" she replied, while placing a stand of her daughter's hair back to her ear and kissing her cheek, as said daughter was sitting down on a chair in front of the table.
Hanabi, who had already changed and was sitting on the table, placed same pancakes on her plate, while a man with long brown hair entered the room.
"Ohayou, otou-san" she and Hanabi said together. The man nodded his head as an answer and sat down with them and the family had its breakfast.
"Otou-san?" Hanabi asked when they had finished eating.
"What is it?"
"From the next year, since I will be in middle school, may I walk to school, instead of having Kou drive me back and forth?"
"No" he said sternly, his eyes not even looking at her.
"Please otou-san" she pleaded.
"I said n-"
"Hiashi!" Hanabi's mother interrupted him "We will talk about it when time comes, ok sugar?" she said sweetly to her second daughter.
"Hai" Hanabi answered, as her mother stood up to clean the table, with Hinata helping.
"Honey, don't forget your newspaper" the mother said, as Hiashi made his leave. He turned around, took his newspaper and left the room.
A few seconds later the doorbell rang.
"I will get it" she said.
She walked out of the kitchen, passed the leaving room, which Hiashi was sitting in, while reading his newspaper, and opened the door. In front of her was now standing a boy of her age, wearing the male uniform of her school.
He was tall and had fair skin, long dark brown hair were framing both sides of his face and went till his bottom back, where he always tied them back, a few inches above the end, in a loose ponytail. His eyes were white just like hers, just like their whole family, without any exception.
"Ohayou, Neji-nii-san" she greeted him with a smile that showed her perfectly straight and white teeth. He nodded his head as a reply.
They walked back to the kitchen and everyone exchanged their goodmornings with Neji.
"Here you two, your bentous" her mother said, while handing them their lunch boxes and Hinata took her bag from the floor.
"Make sure to have a good day" she smiled at them and kissed one of each one's cheek goodbye. They both nodded and made their leave.
"Oh Hinata" her mother said, before she walked pass the door.
The girl named Hinata turned around to look at her "You will do great" she encouraged her daughter, her voice full of mother's love.
"I-I will try, arigatou okaa-san, ittekimasu" she said and walked out of the kitchen.
She straightened her right knee-length sock, wore her black penny loafer shoes and left the house with Neji.
They were walking to school together, like every year since middle school. Neji's face expression was stern, not showing any emotion or taking any kind of expression, as usual, though as the years passed, the number and amount of times when he showed his emotions were rapidly increasing.
They walked in silence, not an awkward one, they knew each other very well, they had grown up together like sibling after all, since they were first cousins, with identical twins fathers, and of the same age. Hinata saw Neji as her older brother and Neji viewed Hinata as his little sister, thus they both held the relationship of siblings, rather than cousins. And, although Neji would never admit it, he suffered from "shisukon", much to Hinata's friends dislike.
Glossary
Ite = it hurts, bentou= japanese type of lunch box, ittekimasu= used as 'I'm off', when leaving your house, ohayou = good morning, un= yes, imouto = little sister, onee-san = big sis, arigatou = thanks/ thank you, okaa-san= mom, otou-san=dad, hai= yes (formal), nii-san=big brother.
shisukon: sister complex - brothers overprotective of their (younger) sisters.
A/N: I'm totally sorry if this was a boring chapter for some, but it was the introduction, so I promise the next ones won't be like this, they will be better.
I'm glad if any of you enjoyed it, hope you will read more of it.
About the uniforms, I have chosen the male one from Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Mosters and the female one from Sailor moon (seaon 1), you can google them to see how they are, if you don't know or remember them, so that's what I'm describing (most like trying to :p)
Have a good day, or night,
Ilianna :)