Chapter 1: The beginning.
The door slammed behind the last man, signalling she was finally alone. The dark-haired girl picked up a box standing next to her feet and carry it inside the big part of the apartment called "living room." Although, she might end up calling it something else herself because the words resembled the Hyuga estate too much for her own good. A look around told her she had to find places for the little amount of things she had brought with her from the house, those things that belonged to her and she didn't hate yet. It was one thing the lavender-eyed, young woman couldn't stand bringing, but she had to if she was to fulfil her father's one and only condition for moving out. Hinata was still underage and needed the approval from at least one parent, but her mother was dead and that left it to her father to decide. Even thought it was only one thing, and other parents might have put up a hundred, it was an enormous burden to her. He couldn't care about homework and school-stuff, no, he had to ask for THAT. "Saturday... will be like hell all over again..." Hinata muttered darkly to herself.
She shook her head lightly to get rid of all the unpleasant thoughts. The apartment was build for one person with three rooms; living room (still in the search for a new name), bath (bath plus washing machine and a surprisingly big shower) and bedroom (with a one-man bed already standing there). The place was quiet and simple, just like her. 'I will be fine here,' she thought with a small smile.
She had moved from the Hyuga estate, her father and family to move into a much smaller apartment; build for one, not twenty. It felt like huge relief to her to finally have some space around her with no need to worry if someone stood outside the door and listened to what she did inside her bedroom. Hinata has never had anything against being alone, even though she rarely got the chance to prove that. She took a deep breath and noticed it was pretty dusty inside. She went over to the balcony door and opened it widely. As she went through it, a chill breeze caught her long dark hair and brown skirt. It was a clear sky at an autumn afternoon and all the different shades of red among the leaves, just made the view more beautiful. She had never been on the other side of the town before, either went to school. She had home-school until last week and was now going to enter Konoha High School. A place filled with other teens she didn't know... yet. She had her first day tomorrow.
She noticed her silver flute hanging around her neck, and she took it carefully in her hands. It meant a lot to her, since it had been her mother's and was one of the few things she had inherited from her when she died. But it brought a lot of bad memories to her as she looked at it, painful and unbelievable images. She shut her eyes tight, let go of the flute and turned around to face the room.
Suddenly, a huge noise sounded from the apartment over her. It took some seconds before she recognised the noise as a rock song, a very bad song too, after her taste. But it reminded her of her own stereo system and she ran inside to set it up close to the kitchen where she had placed her radio. She kept figuring out where to put things until the only thing left was a midnight blue paper box standing in the passageway. She steered at it like it was an invitation from hell. This was the one thing she couldn't stand bringing here, to her new home. She had refused to even touch it when they packed it away in the box later that day. She kept steering at it, wanting it to burst into flames and disappear. Then she gave up the hope and went over to it. As she picked it up she made sure to hold it at a so long distance from her body as possible. Deciding where to hide it, she shoved it long under the couch, into a corner.
The horrible music from above kept on going, every new song worse than the last one. Irritated, she grabbed her shoulder-bag, went through the door and locked it behind her. "No need to be unfriendly at my first day here, so I might as well shop the groceries," she muttered to herself. The cool breeze caressed her body and she shuddered a little. She only wore her knees-long, brown, favourite skirt and a light purple t-shirt. She went fast over to the stairs at the side of the building and literally jumped down the steps. The young woman lived at the almost highest floor, the third. The top floor was only two apartments with a huge balcony for each. It was the one over hers who played the music at full volume. Once down, she tried to find the stores.
Coming back with bags full of different stuff, she almost fell of exhaustion at the top of the stairs. It had been a long way to the stores. 'Gods, I got to get my motorbike soon...' she thought, missing the blue-purple painted cycle. It still stood at the Hyuga estate, in the garage and had been the one thing she hadn't get yet.
Hinata disliked being a Hyuga almost more than anything else. If someone was to know she belonged... no, was born into that family, she would get bad rumours thrown after her right away. The Hyuga family had an extremely bad reputation in this town, but the weird thing is that people from all around the world adored them for that one thing she hated about the family. All Hyugas was born talented, in more ways than one, often. Many of them had special abilities like super creativity, extra strength, unbelievably smart etc. But it was this one thing all of them were born to do... at least it was supposed to be that way. Hinata is an exception, an outcast from it, yet so much more talented at it than anybody else. This thing, that talent is what's giving the Hyuga family bad reputation and it's also so deadly important to all of them anyway.
Hinata is a peaceful person and because of that, she could never be confident with this thing; this special, over-class sport. Then again, the young maiden is the best of them all, but that's because of one fatal reason.
She shook her head rapidly as she locked up her apartment and stumbled inside. "I don't need to think about it before Saturday!" she said to herself. Today was Monday. She put the groceries away and packed her shoulder bag she would be using tomorrow at school. It was night already so she got ready for bed and turned off the light. She yawned softly and mumbled quiet: "I wonder how tomorrow's going to be like..." She clenched the silver flute in her sleep.
An annoying sound interrupted her dream and she woke up to turn off the alarm clock. But she had two problems; one, she had forgot to turn it on in the first place. Two, the sound came from upstairs, more bad rock music. She looked at the clock and saw it was an hour until she should wake up. Angry about the early wake-up she screamed to end of her lungs: "HEY! DO YOU MIND TURN IT DOWN?!" The music got lower as she got answered.
"HEY! YOU'RE THE NEW NEIGHBOUR, RIGHT?! GET USED TO IT!" yelled a male voice to her from above.
She got out of her bed and walked furious into the kitchen. There she plugged in some of her stereos, enough to double his volume, and sat on a random song on the highest. It turned out to be 'Lovers' by 7 Oops, a Japanese song. The sound filled the whole building and after a moment, the sound from upstairs accelerated as well. I was about to turn it even higher when I heard a door slam above me. I throw myself to the volume button and turned it off. The sound had disappeared from the guys apartment too but was soon replaced by yelling.
"Can't you just for once not try to wake us all?! It is other people living here too, you know! I will personally report to the police about house disorder, but this time I WILL make sure you don't live here any longer after that! I just need one more person to sign and I bet our new neighbour downstairs will be more than happy to get rid of you!" yelled an old female voice. Then it was another door slam. 'She had meant me...' Hinata thought silently.
Then she ran into the bath room, got ready, did her morning exercises, showered, ran into the kitchen, made something to eat and got back to her bedroom again while eating it. Then she stopped and looked at the clock. Why did she run? She had plenty of time thanks to the guy over her. She then more peacefully found a deep blue skirt and a light aqua t-shirt, and was off to school for the first time.
