Author's Note- Well my third KibaHina fic that I have posted on A highschool fic, since I felt lazy about coming up with a decent plot, just kidding. Hope people like this one.
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"Are you sure your going to be alright?" Hanabi asked, watching her sister scurry around the room in a hurried fashion. It was the first day of school for both of them, and normally Hanabi wasn't the type to get cold feet from anything.
But watching her sister stumble and frail over little details wasn't helping her calm down the small butter flies in her stomach.
Hinata struggled to get her socks on as she yelled slightly out of breath at her sister. "I'm fine Hanabi, no need to stand guard for me." The older girl smiled nervously at her younger sister as she dug into her closet. Within seconds she brought out a pair of white tennis shoes and tried to place them on.
Unfortunately; Hinata had a rather difficult time with this, since she refused to simply sit down and place her shoes on the proper way. She was hopping on one foot around the room, and in the end lost her balance and would have fallen on her butt, if not for Hanabi who broke her sister's fall with an arm.
"I think I need to, if you don't calm down your going to hurt your self." Hanabi uttered sternly, as if speaking to a small child. She watched as her sister blushed and calmly placed on the other shoe, walking over to the full view mirror to check herself.
The sunlight that streamed into their room caused a glare to appear on the mirror, making it rather difficult to see herself. Hanabi saw this and moved to close the blinds, striking up a conversation. "So have you called Temari yet?"
Temari was Hinata's only true friend from her old school. Hinata was known as being the class weirdo, because she was almost abnormally quiet and to some rather creepy, because she just had a bad habit of popping up in the wrong places.
This coupled with her above average intelligence made her a target for the constant bullies she had encountered.
Her older cousin, Neji did his best to fend the bullies off, but it wasn't like he could spend all day with his cousin watching her. He had his own life to live. Even Hanabi, though she was smaller then most of this bullies often fought them away and protected her sister, even though she often got badly hurt doing so.
Hinata felt guilty that she was causing her family such a distress over this, even her father seemed to be constantly watching her, worried for her safety. Hinata eyed herself in the mirror with a frown.
She silently reached out and combed her hair down with her fingers, tugging rather self consciously at the short skirt. "It's a bit to short," she commented, thoughtfully, pulling her skirt down as she saw it was threatening to ride up her thighs.
"I think it looks fine on you," Hanabi said from her place on the bed, sporting her own middle school outfit.
"I really don't think its as short as you say it is. I mean the school wouldn't hand them out to you, if they thought the outfit was inappropriate right?" Hinata after a moment nodded, seeing the logic behind her sister's words. But still, the blush wouldn't go away from her cheeks has she imagined all sorts of scenarios that would cause the skirt to ride up.
She turned away from the mirror then and looked down at her sister uncertain. " Shall we head down stairs now?"
"Yeah, Neji-Nissan and Father should be waiting."
They both headed down the stairs, Hanabi slightly behind Hinata in case her sister fell again. Sometimes it was rather tiresome to have such a clumsy sister. But she supposed by now she should have been used to it, despite Hinata's intentional shyness she was a really good sister.
And often times when Hanabi injured herself from sports, Hinata was there to help and patch her up. It was a good thing Hinata knew so much about medicines, because Hanabi was a lost cause when it came to such things. Thankfully Neji-Nissan was no better, making Hanabi feel slightly better about herself.
When they reached the kitchen, they were both surprised to found no one there.
"Where is father and Neji-Nissan?" Hinata asked, taking a seat at the table as Hanabi moved over to the sink. She watched her hands, and began to remove items from the cabinets.
"Father must have left early today for work, Neji-Nissan is probably still in bed. Which isn't exactly like him at all." This left the two sisters to a comfortable silence as Hanabi moved quietly through the kitchen, pausing to look at her sister when she saw the strange look that crossed her older sister's face.
Hinata looked generally in deep in thought, the last thing her younger sister said replaying in her head over and over again. Hanabi was right it wasn't like their older cousin to be late waking up.
Sure, he didn't any classes until the afternoon, but he had promised to drive them to school, could he have forgotten? She slowly pushed herself from the table and met her sister's curious eyes.
"I'm going to check up on him. If he doesn't get up now, we'll be late." She moved towards the living room and made her way back up the stairs towards her cousin's room. When she stood before his door, she shyly raised her hand and gave a weak knock, waiting for any sign that Neji had heard it.
In seconds she heard harsh breathing and then a deep croaking out, "Hinata." That was all the invitation she needed as she stepped into the room. Her eyes searching rapidly for any sign of her older cousin. Hinata closed the door behind her, spotting the top of her cousin's head in the bed.
"Neji-Nissan?" She moved over to the bed and watched as the bundled under the sheets began to move, her cousin's head coming out from underneath. He looked down right horrible as he stared back at Hinata almost helplessly.
His own face, though pale before, was almost deadly pale now. Neji was sweating and breathing hastily, is chest heaving up and down with the extra effort it took for him to breathe.
Hinata bent down next to him. "Neji-Nissan are you alright?"
A violent cough erupted from Neji's chest as he glared at his cousin. "What do you think!?" He said harshly, coughing some more before he closed his eyes again.
Hinata moved forward and touched his forehead, eyes widening briefly at the heat she felt there. The poor boy was burning up, she moved his bangs away from his head away from his sweat face and smiled sweetly.
"You need to stay in bed today," she informed him, not even batting an eye lash when Neji raised his head and peered angrily at her.
"No, who's going to drive you to school then? Who's going to get you registered?"
Hinata answered him calmly. "I am sixteen, I don't need for you to help me get registered or anything. Besides if you go outside right now, then it will only make your condition worse. Right now you need to stay in bed and rest. Is there anything that you need just tell me."
Neji was silent as he laid back down on the bed, Hinata cutting off any sort of protest with a serious look. "Fine, but if you are bullied go straight to the office, they'll keep you safe." As he said this, his eyes took on a weary look the worry so apparent on his features it made Hinata smile and nod at his words.
"I will, promise and I'll make sure to call you if anything happens."
Neji let out a weak laugher as his hands slowly appeared from out under the covers. "Hand me the phone would you? I need to call some people." Hinata gave her cousin a curious look as she turned around and took the phone from its hook, handing it to Neji.
She watched as the boy dialed a number and placed the phone to his ear, letting out some rather pathetic sounding coughs as he waited for whoever he was calling to pick up. When they did, Neji smiled and began to speak.
"Hello, Tenten." Tenten was Neji's girlfriend for nearly two years now. Their relationship was surprisingly on very good terms, this was weird since everyone knew how cold hearted Neji could be to Tenten sometimes. He wasn't exactly the ideal boyfriend, since he didn't take Tenten out to romantic dinners, or social events.
He much rather take her to his kendo practices after school. Not that the girl complained to much about this, she was a huge fan of kendo and was quite efficient in using the sword. Hinata supposed this was how this two met, no wonder they liked to fight each other so often.
Suddenly the phone was being shoved into her face as Neji announced. "Tenten will be coming over, she insisted that she take care of me. Also I informed uncle that I was staying home, and he says for you and Hanabi to be careful on your way to school."
Hinata nodded and placed the phone back on the hook, standing up and moving to the door. "I'll bring some juice and pan cakes up for you, if that is what you want." Neji solemnly shook his head.
"No, hold the pancakes there to heavy for my stomach right now. Just bring me some soup and juice, hurry up now."
Hinata giggled as she closed the door behind her, founding it funny that even in his weakened state, Neji could still order her around with such an iron fist.
She guessed that was just a flaw her cousin possessed, he was always ordering people around and acting superior. She wondered how Tenten could ever handle a guy like him.
Hinata came upon the kitchen and her sister Hanabi sitting quietly at the table eating. When the girl spotted her, she frowned. "What took you so long? Your break fast was starting to get cold!" She pointed her fork at Hinata's seemingly abandoned plate, and then returned to stabbing her meal, emphasizing how angry she was with her sister.
"Sorry Hanabi, Neji-Nissan is sick right now. So we will have to walk to school ourselves, Tenten-san will be coming over to watch him for us." Hinata grabbed a can of soup and poured it into a container, setting it on the stove to be cooked.
When the soup began to boil, she took her place at the table and began to eat hurriedly, fearing that she might run out of time before school started.
They ate in silence, until the door bell suddenly rang through out the house. "I'll get it." Hinata moved over to the door and opened it, already knowing who was on the other side. When Tenten was let in she smiled, placing her hands on her full hips. They exchanged friendly greetings and once again Hinata was reminded of how wonderful Tenten was.
They rarely spoke, but when they did Hinata couldn't help but feel happy. Tenten was a friendly, outgoing person that could melt anyone's heart. No wonder her cold hearted cousin fell for her. Suddenly as Hanabi made her way into the living room, Tenten asked. "So where is Neji, he told me he was sick."
Hinata pointed to the stairs. "He's in his room right now, his soup is on the stove and you'll need to pour him some juice."
When Tenten nodded and moved into the kitchen, Hinata went to retrieve her back pack in her room and waved good bye to Tenten on her way down the stairs. Soon she and Hanabi were out the door and heading to school.
They walked for several blocks, until Hanabi stopped at the cross walk. "This is where you turn right?" Hinata asked, watching the light flicker to yellow. The girl nodded, looking down the almost un ending street nervously.
"I'll see you after school Hinata." Hanabi said as she clutched her back pack straps and began to move away from her sister. Hinata watched her go until she couldn't see her sister's small form anymore and crossed the street. Her stomach was beginning to form into tight knots as she spotted her school in the distance.
She was scarred, especially considering she didn't have Temari with her. Usually no one messed with her, when they saw how tough and strong looking the girl next to her was.
Temari was a social outcast as well, considering she had a bad reputation of knocking anyone out on the spot. People avoided her like a plague, and that was probably the reason they bonded so well.
But now she was alone, no one here watching her back. But that was fine, because Hinata could hold her own in a fight couldn't she? As the school came within full view, her white eyes spotted many students moving about near it.
From the looks of it, they looked pretty strong and mean. This caused a huge lump to form in Hinata's throat and she gulped nervously. She sure hoped she would be alright.
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The building looked even more giant up close, then it did from afar. Hinata kept her head down and her eyes glued to the ground as she passed all the students near the entrance.
They looked at her oddly, some even commenting on her weird looking 'white eyes'. She was glad when she walked into the building, feeling a bit more safe from the constant looks and even had enough courage to raise her head.
When she did she found herself utterly lost.
Where was the office? Wasn't it supposed to be located near the entrance of the school like most offices were? Hinata bit her lip feeling rather anxious as kids moved around her, not even seeming to notice her hopeless predicament.
She would have to ask someone, but who? Everyone around this place looked like they would rip her arm off If she even approached them.
Maybe she could found a teacher, someone older that could help her. Hinata clenched her fist as she worked up enough nerves to move towards a-- from the looks of it-- empty classroom. However she was stopped in her strides as a heavy hand fell on her shoulder.
She gasped as she was spun around to face several guys, all staring down at her with interest. There hard marble eyes took in her full form, stopping for a few moments to stare without shame at her big breast and then the evil skirt that was trying to once again ride up her legs.
Hinata moved away from the boy's touch and hurriedly pulled her skirt down, terrified when the boy made a move towards her again.
"Come on now, there's no need to be nervous. You're the new student right? Recently transferred from Konoha high?" Hinata's eyes darted between all three boys as she nodded carefully. Perhaps if she answered all their questions and cooperated with them, then they might leave her be.
"Also from the color of your eyes you're a Hyuuga right?" At the word 'Hyuuga' Hinata saw that many people began to gather around them, some trying to catch sight of her.
Her name alone always got her such attention, since Hyuugas were generally famous for their abnormal good looks and above average intelligence, not to mention her father was a well known business man. This was one of the reason why she was bullied so often. Shy, little rich girl, that was what they saw her as.
"She's an Hyuuga alright. I bet she's really talented wouldn't you say Iwaki?" Someone in the crowd had said, sarcasm clearly slipping in to his speech. Iwaki-the boy who had grabbed her shoulder earlier--suddenly smiled as excitement lit into his eyes. Without a word he moved closer and wrapped his hand around Hinata's wrist, yanking her closer.
"Talented huh?" He was directing this words at Hinata. "If your so talented then let's see how good of a kisser you are." Iwaki smirked and leaned forward, pulling the protesting girl forward. Hinata's eyes widened as she tried to move away. She didn't want her first kiss to be from someone like him, someone that was only trying to hurt her.
"No!" She yelled, yanking her wrist away from his grasp and trying to shove him off. Iwaki clearly grew frustrated with her struggles and moved swiftly forward, lips hovering over hers. Hinata stopped struggling and began to cry softly, knowing she couldn't escape from this boy, even if she tried.
"That's good, just be quiet and cooperate with--" His sentence fell on deaf ears as a fist collided with his face, sending him crashing to the ground. Hinata fell to the ground from the impact and looked up towards her savior to see a boy, hovering over her. He wasn't facing her, but from the looks of it he did look will mean and tough.
"I knew that you fought dirty Iwaki, but I didn't think you would stoop as low as forcing a girl to kiss you."
His deep tenor voice, though holding nothing but arrogance, reassured Hinata that she would be alright. This boy had saved her, and he would protect her right?
The crowd around them began to get riled up as Iwaki stood up with the help of his friends to face the boy who had knocked him down, angrily. "What the hell Kiba? Why are you defending this girl. Don't tell me you like her or something?"
At this, Kiba as he was called, shook his head and looked at Hinata out of the corner of his eyes, smirking.
"I have no such feelings for this girl. But all the same, I wouldn't want someone as ugly as you kissing her." Kiba raised his gloved hand towards Iwaki in a challenging way. "But if you insist on harassing her any further, then you'll have to fight me."
Iwaki stood up and wiped the blood from his mouth, clearly embarrassed that he had been caught off guard.
This fight wasn't even about Hinata anymore, it was about his pride. With that he charged fist raised as a loud scream tore from his throat. Kiba smirked and moved forward as well, grabbing the fist with ease and sending a rough kick into the boy's stomach.
Iwaki fell to his knees, but didn't stay down for long as tried to tackle Kiba from around the stomach. He was successfully since both boys were knocked to the ground and continued to struggle against each other.
Hinata backed away as she saw them moving towards her, Kiba at this time looking like he had the upper hand. Iwaki was forcefully thrown off as Kiba rolled him over and sent punch after punch into the boy's jaw. All the while cursing and screaming at Iwaki's face.
The blood that seeped from the Iwaki's nose, staining Kiba's black gloves, but this didn't stop the boy in the least. The crowd watched this, some cheering and others cringing at the amount of blood spilling from the boy's face.
Hinata herself was scarred at the utter rage that appeared on Kiba's face. He looked like the devil as he licked his lips wickedly, throwing himself off of Iwaki to handle his small group of friends that charged towards him. They, unlike Iwaki, didn't put up such a great fight and fell easily prey to Kiba's swift kicks and punches.
Their bodies were disposed of quickly next to Iwaki's fallen form. Though this Kiba had saved her, Hinata felt that Kiba was being rather cruel to this boys that had attacked her. Perhaps even unjustified in his actions.
Kiba suddenly turned his attention to her after the small little fight was over and Hinata froze. This was the first time she had even gotten a good look at this boy, as he now stood clearly in her view. Brown wild locks, sharp eyes that were almost in-human.
A tight white muscle shirt underneath a rustled black vest and baggy black pants, completed with laced boots. Kiba seemed to fit the description of 'bad boy' well, especially considering the amount of piercing he had on his right ear.
He approached her slowly and hovered over her visibly shaken form, grinning. "Are you alright?" Hinata could have swore she saw canine like teeth in his mouth. She opened her own mouth, but then shut it as words simply refused to form.
She nodded as Kiba kneeled down to her level and met her white eyes, the look he was giving her was so intense, Hinata felt as if she might melt.
"That's good, I wouldn't want you to get hurt in anyway."
He offered his hand to her and Hinata, hesitating for a moment, took it and was easily brought to her feet. They stared at each other, as Hinata tried to take her hand back from him, but Kiba refused to let go.
"What's your name?" He asked, almost urgently as if he simply had to know.
"H-Hinata," she replied, lowering her head when Kiba seemed to swiftly push himself closer to her.
"Hinata huh? That's pretty, my name is Kiba by the way." Kiba His name surely did fit his appearance well. A fang, someone thing that was sharp and easily to kill with, this was like Kiba in so many ways. At least from what she saw of him so far, who was to say that perhaps deep down Kiba did have a soft side. He wouldn't have saved her other wise.
"Kiba-san," she found herself whispering, hesitantly, trying the name on her tongue. "I thank you, for saving me and all."
Kiba sent her a sly look before stating. "Don't mention it, you'll just have to pay me back later.
"Pay you back?"
"Yeah, did you think I saved you for free? A simple 'thank you' just isn't going to be enough. So like I said, you'll just have to pay me back later." Hinata at hearing the word 'pay' reached into her pocket and grabbed at her wallet, looking inside to see how much money she did have.
Only about thirty dollars, but she was sure that would be enough to repay him for saving her. He was right, she was being selfish thinking that she could simply walk away without giving him something in return.
Hinata took the money out of her wallet and handed it to Kiba. "Here," she watched as the boy looked at the money for a moment and without warning swatted her hand away, angrily.
"I don't want your money, I don't take money from a girl."
Hinata looked a bit offended as she placed her money back in her wallet. "I don't have anything else to give you. What else could you possibly want?" Her question went un-answered as Kiba's face fell passively, his eyes taking in her body, much like the boys earlier did. The feeling of fear welled up inside her body as Kiba leaned over her, smirking.
"Your cute, I think I know exactly what I want from you, Hinata." His lips hovered over hers, and Hinata felt his warm breathe on her cheek. She had to fight back the urge to shutter as her body was wrapped in a tight embrace.
"I want to kiss you, a simply kiss and that's all." With that Kiba moved in for the kill, his lips seeking the soft ones of Hinata. He knew he was close when he felt her panicked breathing on his face, and he effortlessly loosened his grip on her body.
Kiba was pretty confident that Hinata wouldn't put up much of a fight, she was a shy girl, and usually girls like her were very submissive. She wouldn't run away, because girls were all the same.
This was perhaps the biggest mistake Kiba had ever made in his entire life time. And one that he surely would never forget.
Because he had loosened his grip, Hinata was able to wiggle way from him. Kiba only had a second to respond when a hard slap rained across his face, causing his entire head to snap violently to his right. Hinata, who's hand was poised rather awkwardly near Kiba's face stood utterly horrified by what she had done, but still had the strength to utter.
"Don't touch me, don't you ever touch me again."
The crowd around them fell silent at these words.
Ending Notes- Kind of short, but I think I got everything across. There's one more part after this, and then this fic will be done. Comments are always nice, guys.