NOTE: All author comments were done during the chapter and were not edited. Most things were revised after mentiong the rough draft stuff.
HAY PEOPLEZ ANOTHER FANFIC I'LL NEVER COMPLETE
Haha. Clever title? Nope. But shoot me. I like Hanabi. She's such an underdeveloped character that better appear in the manga soon.
This will take place sometime during the first part of Naruto. Hanabi will thus be seven and Hinata twelve-thirteen.
As always, this is the rough draft version. Even though I never improve my drafts enough to make final copies.
TRANSLATION NOTES:
(O)tou - Father
(O)nee - Sister
Futon - A Japanese style bed, often a mattress on the floor.
Shouji - Sliding doors made with paper.
Tatami Mats - The floor.
I enjoy studying Japanese housing. Shut up.
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The sun rose too quickly today.
Living in the eastern wing, the little girl was always the first to see the morning sun. The power of the sunlight had prevented the brunette from remaining in the land of dreams, away from the troubles of reality. She arose from her futon, knowing sleeping would soon be impossible. Taking off her nightwear, she dressed in her usual outfit- a fishnet with a dark shirt and pants. She preferred it when someone else dressed her, always filled with doubt over whether or not she made a mistake.
Deciding to leave the mess on the floor to the maids, the young girl left her room. Taking a peek into the adjacent bedroom, she saw Hinata, her older sister. Their father often mocked Hinata, insulting her with words like 'weak' and 'pathetic'. But she was the heiress. What would that make her, the younger sibling, she wondered.
The questions within her head dispersed instantly when she felt a hand touch her shoulder. Turning around, she saw it was her father, Hiashi. A man with features of stone.
"Hanabi," her father said her name, a cold look in his eyes. As always.
"Y-yes, otou-san...?" Hanabi asked, already knowing what he wanted.
"Stop messing around, it is time for your training," Her father told her, "Be ready in five minutes," And so he left down the hall. disappearing out of sight.
Training. A word Hanabi often dreaded. Her father had always paid attention to her. But not in the way she wanted. He told her she had more potential than her older sister. And so she would receive the training.
Hanabi ran down toward their training grounds, having a maid outside the shouji aid her in what she needed. Bandages were wrapped tightly around her right thigh, a feat she still couldn't do by herself. She had yet to learn to even tie a knot. She was then acquitted with a kunai holster and a pouch hooked to the back of her pants. The usual shinobi attire. Not wanting to keep her father waiting, she entered the room.
She hated the feeling the room gave her. She could taste sweat and a hint of blood in the air, air that was always full of tension. She stood directly in front of her father, and did what he instructed. Taking a kunai from the holster, she attacked.
"You flinch too easy!" She fell for a feint attack.
"Don't lower your defenses!" She let her arm drop and received a blow to the shoulder.
"Pay attention!" He quickly cut her cheek before she could react.
"Your balance needs to be centered!" She fell backwards at a simple push.
These were but a few of the problems Hanabi had. Exhausted, she felt great relief when he said halt. But it was not to last. After the combat training, "the warm-up", as her father called it, she would practice her family's fighting style- Juuken. According to her mentors, chakra control was the one thing she didn't excel at. This drew the temper of her father. Hanabi wondered how her father could find all these faults, and yet chakra control was the only one mentioned. Chakra control. She realized she's been focusing a lot on it lately, but hadn't taken the time to improve it.
"Byakugan!" Hanabi slowly activated her Byakugan, hating the strain on her eyes. It was the special trait all members of her family had, and she had just begun to learn its uses.
"Attack my high line!" She missed several times.
"Your body is too stiff!" She was pushed back, trying to relax herself.
"Expel your chakra through your fingertips!" And she couldn't. And thus she suffered.
"Enough," Hiashi stated, bitterly. He took his cane and left her in the room. Hanabi could feel his disappointment in her. But, for some reason, he still saw potential in her, even though her chakra control was horrible. She was thankful for that. But even that didn't stop the burning in her face, the twist in her stomach.
She made her way back to her bedroom, collapsing onto the tatami mats. The maids had already folded her futon back up, and the academy would begin soon. Sleep would be impossible right now, despite how much she longed for it.
Suddenly, the shouji slid open. It was Hinata.
"O... Onee-chan..." Hanabi stuttered, attempting to recompose herself.
"Otou-san wished for me to accompany you to the academy today, Hanabi-chan..." Hinata told her. Hanabi noticed a hint of sadness in her eyes.
Before Hanabi could stand, Hinata rubbed a cold cream on her cheek. The smell and feel bothered her slightly, but it was also soothing. Hinata took Hanabi's hand and led her to the Ninja Academy.
There was no way she could be better than Hinata, Hanabi thought to herself.
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Yeah, yeah. I write depressing fanfics. So sue me.
NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE ABOUT THE ACADEMY LOLZ.
I already have the chapters planned out, at least. Morning (Training), Afternoon (Academy), Evening (Dinner/Free time), and Night (Bedtime)
... After that, I have no clue. If I even get that far.
I have also decided that this takes place around the time of the Chuunin Exams, before Hiashi changed his ways about things with the Neji fight. Thus he's, in short, a bastard.