7:02. 7:02. 7:02.
Ugh! I'm such an idiot!
I slapped myself hard, and only Kiba was the one to hold my hand back.
"What are you doing?! Give me my property back!" I shouted at him.
"Okay! But what's slapping yourself going to do?! Just go inside and meet him, stupid!" He shouted back at me, and let go if my hand so quickly that I almost fell backwards.
Without giving him a response, I hurried back into the house, practically sprinting to the living room.
But he wasn't there.
"What?" I asked myself as I panted.
"O-oh, Young Miss, what are you doing here?" A gentle, warm voice besides me.
I whipped my head around too fast to greet the voice.
"Akimi-san?"
Ah, yes. Akimi-san.(media)
Or Akimi Hansuke. She works for the Hyuga's, but her clumsy personality makes it hard for her to do anything. She either breaks a valuable tea cup, or a valuable dish.
And when I say valuable I mean it's really valuable.
Not that I would know. I'm worse than her.
My palms rested on her shoulders and I shook her lightly.
"Hey, hey, Akimi."
"H-hello Young Miss."
"Oi, oi Akimi."
"I'm listening-g, Young Miss."
"Hey hey Akimi, where is Father?" I shook her again.
"Um, your father had sort of a delay..." she chuckled nervously.
I let go of her, and sighed.
"I see..." I said whilst scratching my hair.
I was about to leave when I remembered something.
"Akimi." I said, and she tensed up, doing some sort of salute.
"I keep telling you to call me Hinata. And quit acting like you don't know me. We've known each other for 17 years." I tapped my foot against the floor.
"R-right Young---Hinata."
That's right, 17 years, and she still calls me Miss.
17 years and I've only seen the Star Village...
What held me back anyway?
I opened the door to my bedroom and
collapsed on my bed.
I think I had been staring at the ceiling for a good 2 hours before someone knocked on my door.
"Youn--Hinata," Akimi opened my door a little and she peeked in.
If you get any dirty thoughts, I swear I will...
"What is it, Akimi?" I said, sitting up straight and stretching.
"Hiashi-san has arrived..." She said softly whilst holding on to the door.
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Beyond The Stars
FanfictionHinata imagines what she must look like. Standing in front of her father with what she assumes is the nastiest face she could make, her hands balled into fists by her sides, glaring at the old man. She smiles. She must look as good as she feels. NO...
