Disclaimeeeeeeeeeeeeeer: Hinata belongs to Kishimoto but the tragic part is so does Neji!! sobs
I walk out of the cafeteria breathing hard as if I'd been running. Note to self: that happens when you socialize for the first time!!
I occupy myself in seventh period drawing squiggles on my assignment book.
On looks round, like a naruto...
"Hyuuga Hinata!" - my attention gets caught immediately by Morino Ibiki's brusque tone.
Like father...
"I - " All eyes are on me. Hastily I cover the drawings up with my hand. "Nothing."
His composure makes me nervous (but just a little). I look at anything but the jagged scars running across his face. The teacher walks on leisurely, and I am forgotten.
I relax. Every teacher takes it easy on students' first day.
But - he strolls towards me.
Surprised, I don't give a reaction when he takes the notebook.
" - I..." I stammer. No one's perfect.
Teacher or not, he didn't have the right to take it! My eyes dart around the room, confirming that every set of eyes are trained towards me, including - Neji's -
I look away quickly. Anything but his gaze.
His glare.
"Naruto, eh?" Morino (the Moron) raises his scarred eyebrows, and hands it back. His tone is severe, but apparently there's no detention involved.
My complete and utter embarrassment satisfies him. More than satisfies him.
Faintly I recall his name on a group list of Psychology ninjas. He had the power to - he knew the human mind...
Creepy.
I look down, trying to drown out his voice, waiting out the stares
"Naruto the naruto" is written on the notebook. I nearly laugh, then compress it quickly.
I don't remember writing it, but I guess it has to be results from the teacher's boring speech.
"...And Hinata has just proved she's an average ninja," drones a voice.
I look up, ready to sock anyone, then deflate.
Teacher Morino looks at the class. "You will never be a ninja if you cannot understand the mind and its functions. Anyone here interested in genjutsu?"
Hands shoot up; Sakura's and the blond girl's. I notice; not Neji.
"I have been talking in an exceptionally flat monotone," he explains, surveying the class. "It seems as though you all were paying attention. An average ninja could not." He smiles suddenly, the gesture alien upon his face. It's doesn't belong.
It stretches the scar upward into a grimace. "An average ninja for a fourth grader."
I feel our egos deflate. Two ninjas actually wince. Wusses.
Eight period awaits - gym. It's a year long event where every eighth grader participates. It's a living h. The students mill in, and I blend in the throng.
The gym appears like a butterfly after a caterpillar.
Huge banners and posters align each wall like they'd been magnified thirty times. Scenes of important ninjas fighting commenced in the pictures, looking alive.
Finally...
Finally I see something the dinky little school has something to show off.
I change in the girl's bathroom while other girls snap at me.
"We're all girls here!"
"I have to go soooooo badly!"
"Change outside like a normal girl!!"
"Hiss!"
"Scratch!"
Stalling now as slowly and as deliberately, I slip into the ugly gray gym shirt and the long, winter sweatpants.
Sakura glances sympathetically as the blond girl gives me a glare when she steps in. I try not to yawn. What she doesn't know is how much the glare is nullified by the fact she "has to go sooooooo badly."
"Ino's always like that," Sakura whispers, smiling a little.
I try not to yawn, and step into the gym, feeling consciously like a small mouse in an immense trap.
Someone unimportant.
Gai-sensei leads us into the middle, grinning like an idiot. In the corner of my eye I see the bug-eyed, bowl-cut boy grin, if any possible, even stretchier and larger, back.
The guys wear black short-sleeved polos and black sweatpants.
Gray shirts crowd around certain black-shirted people.
It's listed so blatantly;
Predators: Ino, girl with Chinese buns in her hair, a million other idiots.
Prey: Sasuke, Neji, and a few other guys who actually looked as if they enjoyed the sick attention.
I feel a curious twinge in my chest as I watch a girl fawning over - Neji - like candy melting in the sun.
Then, unexpectedly - Neji turns away and mouths something rude.
The girl looks like she's on the verge of tears.
Coldhearted Neji...
Isn't it...because of...me?
I see the expression on his face as he shrieks, "FATHER!"
His eyes are huge and he's crying.
crying,
large sobs racking his tiny frame.
I try to shrug it away.
Why should I care for someone like him? I just saw his jerkiness real-live and up close!
Another voice forces itself into my head. It's been so long, Neji! I feel like screaming.
Why won't you acknowledge me?
Give me... existence, at least. God, it's like I never existed!
Hatred. Disgust. Fear. Revulsion.
But not...
Don't...ignore me...
anymore.
Annoying voice: So how's that?!
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