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softer_strength) wrote2009-07-18 07:39 am
softer_strength) wrote2009-07-18 07:39 am
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Those happy AU times
Hyuuga Hinata, nominal head of the family now, clutched her bag tighter and tried to ignore her sister's venomous glare as they walked up the drive to the large boarding school. She didn't like it, though it wasn't any bigger than her family's compound home in Japan. NO, she didn't like it because it was necessary. Her father was dead, murdered by her cousin...though teh man had certainly deserved it.
She had given Neji the best lawyers she could with the money she could draw at this young age and still he had been sent to prison. He would be there at least ten years, provided he behaved. That was due more to their standing as a criminal family, Yakuza, than to the actual crime. As he had been the eldest living relative, and the girls were as yet underage, a boarding school was necessary.
And it was her fault.
It was she who had cried to Neji when she failed to be as tough, as strong, as her father needed her to be. She who had been so weak, asking for solace...for help. And teh only way to counter father had been to kill him in the end.
She loved her cousin. She missed him already...
Hanabi's fingernails bit into Hinata's palms, drawing blood, but not even teh barest whimper of pain from the older girl. "Your fault." The girl hissed. "Worthless, weak, it should have been your hand...and it should have been Neji's head you took."
Hanabi had loved their father. She'd been the youngest, treasured and pampered...Hinata swallowed the pain as her due and lifted her lavender gaze to the school doors. Two teachers stood at the door waiting to greet them. At least they could continue their training here. It was part of the curriculum. She bowed lsightly, Hanabi beside her bowing lower as befitted her station.
Teh pair watched them, then bowed back, the first smiling and holding the door open "Hello! I'm Sensei Iruka, this is Sensei Kakashi! We are very glad to have you with us! Your room is this way ladies!"
And so the two girls arrived at the boarding school known as Konoha, Hinata quiet and still in her formal kimono of mourning...and her sister a darker, harsher shadow beside her.
She had given Neji the best lawyers she could with the money she could draw at this young age and still he had been sent to prison. He would be there at least ten years, provided he behaved. That was due more to their standing as a criminal family, Yakuza, than to the actual crime. As he had been the eldest living relative, and the girls were as yet underage, a boarding school was necessary.
And it was her fault.
It was she who had cried to Neji when she failed to be as tough, as strong, as her father needed her to be. She who had been so weak, asking for solace...for help. And teh only way to counter father had been to kill him in the end.
She loved her cousin. She missed him already...
Hanabi's fingernails bit into Hinata's palms, drawing blood, but not even teh barest whimper of pain from the older girl. "Your fault." The girl hissed. "Worthless, weak, it should have been your hand...and it should have been Neji's head you took."
Hanabi had loved their father. She'd been the youngest, treasured and pampered...Hinata swallowed the pain as her due and lifted her lavender gaze to the school doors. Two teachers stood at the door waiting to greet them. At least they could continue their training here. It was part of the curriculum. She bowed lsightly, Hanabi beside her bowing lower as befitted her station.
Teh pair watched them, then bowed back, the first smiling and holding the door open "Hello! I'm Sensei Iruka, this is Sensei Kakashi! We are very glad to have you with us! Your room is this way ladies!"
And so the two girls arrived at the boarding school known as Konoha, Hinata quiet and still in her formal kimono of mourning...and her sister a darker, harsher shadow beside her.