AN: I feel as though this story is going to be harder than Iruka only because there is nothing written on people as ghosts. So it might take me longer to update this than some other stories, just a heads up.
Hinata awoke on the first day of school to her alarm clock and shot it a weak glare at it. She went to hit the snooze button but her hand disappeared and phased through it. With a groan she pulled her hand back and concentrated to make her hand solid. She then turned off her alarm clock and got out of bed. Making her bed she heard Iruka, her 'father', walking towards her and her friends' room.
Just as the door began to open she turned and smiled at him. "M-Morning I-Iruka-san." She stuttered lightly.
"Morning Hinata, did you sleep well?" Iruka asked.
"Y-Yes, did you?" Now her stuttering was annoying her, she hated it when she stuttered like someone who didn't know what to say.
"Like a pup, I mean, like a baby. I'll be down stairs in the kitchen if you need me; I'll call when breakfast is ready."
Hinata then picked out what she would wear for the first day of her senior year and headed for the bathroom. She set her clean clothes on the counter and turned on the shower. She waited for the water to warm up and then stripped. When she got in she almost disappeared because the water felt good, but over time she woke up more and had more control on fading through the floor or not.
As Hinata washed her plum mane as the thought crossed her mind to get it cut. Then she remembered her mother and how her mother would comb her hair. Hinata would always have to promise her mother that she would never cut her hair, only trims to keep it growing. Her dear mother, a victim of domestic abuse, was always able to look on the bright side.
The year her mother died was the worse year for Hinata. It was then that her father turner to her to release his anger. That was when she discovered she could fade in and out. So every day she would stay 'gone' for a longer time than the last day. Eventually her father forgot her and she ran away.
Only a couple days after she left her home she met Iruka and she began to live with him. That was when she met Temari and Sakura. Now she had a family that loved her, somewhere she loved to be, and somewhere that the people there understood her.
Hinata washed herself quickly and got out, figuring she had spent too much time already. She dried her hair and got dressed. She looked at herself in the mirror and sighed, her light lavender blouse matched her eyes, her black jeans covered her legs, and her feet in purple converse.
As soon as she opened the bathroom door she heard Iruka calling for them to go eat breakfast. So Hinata walked to bedroom and put her clothes down. Then she willed herself to fade and through the floor she went.
Once downstairs she walked to the kitchen and sat in her seat. Iruka was telling the others about his last night run. "Temari, you have to be more careful, I saw some Hunters last night out near the park, checking out for Vampires."
"Alright thanks for the heads up Iruka." Temari said standing up. Hinata admired Temari for her originality; you would never see Temari do something everyone else was doing, maybe before everyone else realized it was cool, but never at the same time. She was one of those girls that when you went to a party she was the first thing you would see, not because she was standing at the door but because she would be the girl dancing or talking to a few guys.
Iruka stood and cleaned up the dishes. Hinata walked out into the back yard and sighed. Hinata went to the plant her mother used to love, Cineraria Hybrida, a beautiful purple flower. Hinata had planted a few seeds in her mother's honor.
Hinata sat in front of the flowers and sighed; when her mother was alive Hinata didn't stutter as much nor was she the wall flower everyone now a days knows. Her mother made her feel good about herself, and after she died her father made all that change. He was a smart man, people can see bruises on the skin, what they can't see are the bruises and cuts on the inside. He shredded her self-confidence and bruised her ability to control a situation, creating the girl we all know.
Hinata got up and shook the thoughts away. She ran to the car, hearing it start, and got in. With that they were off to school.
Once there, as always, everyone walked off, not noticing Hinata standing by the car. She was always the one to walk last into the school.
Hinata looked around inside the school and saw the same thing she saw everyday; the clichés, the teachers hiding in their rooms where they ruled, and the janitors trying to walk through the halls, attempting to do their jobs. Here there was no room for the wall flower, no one she could relate to, and no one she felt really safe with. So she roamed the halls, looking and watching all the people around her.
Sure she knew a few, and ya she really knew a lot of people, but no, they didn't know her. As a wall flower you hear things no one would consider you to know. In the whole school Hinata probably knew as much about everyone there as two best friends knew about each other. If you asked her where someone would be one night she could tell you right off the bat. She could tell you who was cheating on whom and even who liked who. Hinata knew a lot, but never told, only because she was never asked.
When she entered her first period the teacher didn't even look at her. At times like this she would wonder if she was invisible without realizing it, but even if she wasn't the teacher wouldn't even glance her way. If Hinata raised her hand the teacher wouldn't call and if Hinata wasn't loud enough, the teacher would mark her as absent.
Class began not long after and Hinata took notes as always. When the teacher started to go over things she already knew Hinata stared out the window, phasing out.
In her dream land there was her mother combing her hair as she always would and her father sitting not too far away reading the paper. Hanabi was sitting beside her father's chair playing with her Barbie dolls. This was the good times, when no one was angry, crying, or dead. It was now when Hinata was her happiest.
When class was over and the bell rang Hinata went to her next class and continued her day dream. These dreams were always the same, but they were what brought her piece at mind. Her school day would continue like this, for what she could tell, for the rest of the school year.
When the last bell rang Hinata decided she would walk home, and did so. She looked away whenever she saw couples kissing or making out, sometimes she would get really unlucky and hear moans and groans. It's just disgusting when they do that in public. Holding hands, pecks on the cheeks and hands, or even a little kiss on the neck is fine, but no more than that. She thought with a grimace as she past a loud couple.
When she finally got home she sat in the living room and began her homework. Her classes were really easy this year and she had her homework down in a few minutes. She then went back outside to her flowers.
No one noticed she wasn't inside and they probably wouldn't until time for bed.
She sighed and watered the flowers, hoping they would last this year like they did last.
After a few minutes she went inside and saw everyone cleaning up. She cleaned up her little mess.
"Now everyone get to bed, tomorrow is another day." Iruka said.
Temari mouthed his words in a mocking way as Sakura elbowed her to stop. Hinata giggled, earning a slight glare from Sakura. Hinata felt half of her body, her bottom half, fade away up to her waist. Sakura shook her head and headed up stairs.
"T-Temari lets g-go." Hinata stuttered to Temari.
"Ya ya, ok." Temari replied heading upstairs, Hinata following suit.
When Hinata got in she pulled out her pjs, a black tank top and a pair of black and white striped pants. As she crawled into her bed she looked at her 'sisters' and smiled.
We are a family, no matter what we say or how you look at it and with that thought Hinata fell asleep.