Lounged and miserable, I felt anything but first class, I looked at the vast clouds that contained nothing but pure angelic white that oh-so contrasted with calming limitless blue sky, California was hours away and I was left with nothing but my thoughts…Well that and REALLY annoying flight attendants, I think it's their fake smiles that gets me. There's no way that a person could stay THAT happy with having to deal with five screaming infants onboard not to mention the horrible uniforms. Snorting, I slid my hands into the baggy sleeves of my favorite lavender white sweatshirt with tattoo black angel wings on the back, with my hood as an uncomfortable pillow I slid down and tried to shut my thoughts. With a sigh, I closed my eyes, I was tired, it was time for sleep and perhaps the next time I woke up would be just a little more appealing to me.

It was not more appealing. Not in anyway or any form. Sore from sleeping in an uncomfortable position, and turned only to be faced by my 'beloved' little sister…Not only reading my diary snagged from my backpack that they had allowed me to keep hand-held on the plan ride but also giggling and laughing at it. With my lavender eyes narrowed dangerous and anger flowing freely throw my veins with infuriated flares I screeched loudly, "HANABI!"

The little girl gulped and looked at me and back to the book repeatedly, then with a contrasting

smirk she inquired, "What, are you sorry that I interrupted your little dreams of your precious Shika and

you?"

My face paled as my eyes widened to the point where I so hoped they wouldn't freeze like that, then, my

emotions, all of them were replaced by complete annoyance:

"Give that back, you little rat." I said as calmly and as frightening as Shino when he's annoyed with

Kiba (I hope).

"Why don't you make me, sissy?" She said with nothing but pure taunt in her voice, quickly, I

tried towering her and snatching the book back. After ten minutes when the attendants made us stop, my

purple book clutched between my hands, in the fashion where it had the appearance that if I dropped even

one part of the diary, the world would surely implode and a frown decorating my face, I stared out at the

sky, hoping somehow my little sister was spontaneously combust.

But, of course, against my anger that I had held such a little while ago, I couldn't stay mad at my

little sister for that long. By an hours pass, we were huddled next to each other, smiles alit on our faces, and

Hanabi's ten year old face, holding the warming light of the sun.

Escaping our notice, the plan advanced even closer and closer to Beverly Hills, then, we both

jumped startled when the pilot announced that we would be landing in a just a few minutes, my heart began

to take a quicker pace as, against my will, my brain began to calculate and imagine the possibilities that

could only take place in my new Californian life. My thoughts, though containing thoughts of joy and fun

could have, my heart was filled with only somber and longing for New York, although my body was in

California, my heart was still in New York, left with my friends. Her thoughts were then interrupted by a

very harsh tug that pulled her body right clean off of her comfortable airplane seat.

"Sorry to break you out of your emo time, but, hey, I didn't want the flight attendants to have to

mop up your tears and blood." The sibling announced sarcastically with her hand still wrapped around the

my wrist in a death grip of complete pain. Eagerly, Hanabi led me towards and into the airport.

With Hanabi's sporty lime green tennis shoes and my calming crème ballet flats making melodic clicks

against the deep blue tiles, we took a breathe in…There was something so different about California

air to New York air I took note of as my body fell into an alluring astonishment.

"That's right, smell that Cali air, baby. Deep breaths, deep breaths." Cooed the younger child while moving

her arms across the scene it almost felt magical…Well, as magical as a hyper child could get.

"You're a dork," I snorted with a giggle as I swung my arm around my Hanabi, "But I love you anyways."

"Psht, you should feel HONORED to love one so great as I."

We broke out into untamed fits of laughter after that as we waited for Dad and my very close

cousin/closest friend Neji with smiles on each of our faces, the Hyuugas went against

the troubles of trying to find the luggage that we brought with us. After an hour in the bustling and

crowded place and Neji making several threatening remarks to any boy that spared a second glance to me

while Hanabi complained about being hungry and Dad complaining about how "If people want to make

there plane that they should have their damned headphones in their ears listening to some new fangled,

sugar-coated pop princess that was most likely lip-syncing their way into a whore house!" , ah, there has not

yet been a day when my family has ceased to bore me.

The sun beat hot and heavy, surrounding my family in an unbearably uncomfortable situation, by

the time I made it to the awaiting limousine, I had long since ditched my beloved lavender sweatshirt. With

Hanabi to my side, Neji to my left, and my father next to Hanabi, the question finally had escaped from

Neji's lips that had been bugging the back of my mind ever since I took one step on Californian land.

"Uncle, exactly what school are we going to?"

With a fatherly smile, he replied,

"Well…Because you and Hinata will be attending Beverly Hill's Private Academy while Hanabi will be

attending Da Vinci Private Academy and all of you will be starting on Monday." With private glances and

smiles, all three of us, the younger Hyuugas, we wondered what would exactly happen three days from now,

our heads filled with excitement for the possibilities that weren't so distant anymore.

An hour passed as we chatted on and on about a whole bunch of nothing, then, I froze in mid-

sentence about if the latest celebrity rehab case really had made a comeback, it was the most beautiful thing,

tall and tan, oh boy, I had only seen this sight once and I had it bad already.

"I-is that?"

"Yes, my child, that is our new home." My father said, and even though I couldn't physically view his face, I

could tell by his tone and just simply by knowing him that he held a vast, okay-vast is too weak a word, a

universe, of pride for this house: too keep it short, the pride was well earned.

The house was made of gray stones for the front base of the house, with a large arched window

near the roof and four other total windows with two that appeared on the second of the four floors of the

house and another two at the bottom. The windows radiated beauty with darker gray trim and a dark

somber mahogany wood door that was the end of the stone stair step way. Then, when I squinted my eyes, I

could just barely make out what looked like a tropical garden in the backyard, I looked back to the rest of

the occupants in the car, I analyzed their reactions, Hanabi was obviously excited by the way she was

jumping up and down with a grin through her pink braces. Neji, as calm as ever, had his arms crossed and a

sly smile crossed on his face, he seemed to be non-too thrilled about our new living arrangements, but, his

sparkling eyes argued against his body language.

"Okay, usher your young bodies out of the car! I'm old now, so it'll take longer for me to get out!"

Hiashi yelled jokingly which aroused laughs from all three of us. With our baggage in hands, we shuffled our way into the house.

As soon as we walked in, my nostrils were attacked with the scent of something new, and my eyes

were attacked with the astound and overbearing beautiful looks of the French country designed house. The

woods, were a dark stained wood with a wrought iron black chandelier hanging from the twelve foot ceiling.

"Now- I suppose, you guys want to get with unpacking. Hinata," He started, "You're bedroom is on the

Fourth floor, third door to the right."

Without a care, I swiftly (and awkwardly too) dragged my luggage on one of the twin staircases, in a slow and agonizing process, I completed my quest to the fourth floor. I counted the doors, happy that I could now use the wheels on my sunshine yellow bags, focusing all of my energy in the hopes of my multitasking not failing,

In three swift movements I turned the door knob, grabbed my bag before it fell and then used my hip to open the wooden door…Well, of course I fell onto the hard and cold (not to mention unloving) light wooden floor, I gasped in awe. My room was painted a calming shaded red that matched those California sunsets. I plopped onto a feather light bed and my eyes watered in shock when I saw what Dad had done- on my ceiling, there was the New York skyline painted in rich colors with Angels in golden, yellow, and innocent white gowns, placing stars in the night sky while the moon lay in a light blue crescent that contrasted with the dark blue sky.

Jet lag began to get the better of me, and ignoring my luggage in the corner of the room, I let my eyes close, and I drifted into a good night's sleep, feeling the sadness slowly but nonetheless fleeting, from my mind.

End Chapter 2.
Well thanks, for giving another read!

That's two chapters in one night! :)

-Rohrs