NaruHina: High School chapter 16Chapter 16: Goodbye.
- the sound of a book flying right above her head before hitting the window at the other side of the hall with a loud bang. Hinata ducked, fearing Karui’s English book will give her permanent damage. The bell had just gone off and she was running for the door after an entertaining lesson, yes, but also pretty dangerous. They started throwing desks. And she thought books looked heavy when they threw them at each other’s head, probably causing some kind of disorder. But when their desks were in the air, the heiress knew she was done for. Why didn’t the teacher say anything? It probably happens often, so they’ve already given up.
“Oy, Hinata! Wait up!” Sakura called out from the mess of a classroom. She ran/stumbled over books, students and god knows what.
“Shouldn’t we stop them? They’ll hurt each other!”
Sakura laughed awkwardly. “No, no. It’ll take some time before they give up, or getti
For Tomorrow- Chapter TwoWas it wrong of her to stare at her sister?
Hanabi decided it wasn't.
Hanabi was not greedy, despite the way she was raised but she still had standards. This was why when they had first arrived she had exclaimed to her father Hiashi that 'she knew the land in London was more expensive but surely they could afford something bigger'.
Hinata was wearing a blue dress with those pig-of-mutton sleeves that seemed the necessary fashion for any well-to-do young lady. The dress was accompanied by a blue headband decorated with diamonds. No doubt a present from a recent expedition through Africa made by an emotionless man named Sai. He was insistent on Hinata's hand in marriage but Hiashi knew the boy only wanted Hinata because she could provide the much needed money for his trips. Hinata had never shown any romantic interest in him anyway. She probably never would. Hanabi's sister was currently desperately looking through a pile of unmoved furniture, for what Hanabi guessed to be her matching p
For Tomorrow- Chapter Four"What do you think of this one?"
"I thought that was the point..."
"Yes but not that uptight. Next!"
"Uh... This one?"
"What about the one with the stripes?"
"You have to be kidding me."
"What about the one with coat-tails?"
"Ugh, Konohamaru! You aren't helping here!"
"It's not my fault you have no taste, Naruto!"
"That's it! I'm getting the second one."
"Fine... It was the best out of them anyway."
Naruto and Konohamaru were currently in an up and coming tailors called 'Peckham Rye'. The shop itself wasn't too shabby. It was low-profile enough that they wouldn't be recognised but the wares themselves were good enough to pass at a high-society gathering. Konohamaru was paying, of course. The manager seemed to know as much.
"Would you like it adjusted to fit, sir?"
"Sure. Take Naruto for the measurements and I'll pay whatever it costs. I'm going to pop outside for a second."
"As you wish, sir."
Despite the quality of the clothing, the shop was still ver
Fairy TaleFairy Tale
Hinata Uzumaki currently sit on the seat of the large bay window next to the Christmas tree as she looked out at the village and the path leading up to the house. Her hands were fast at work knitting Naruto a Christmas scarf and hat that had an orange and white striped pattern. She wanted it to match the new Hokage robe she had worked on in secret for her husband. Hinata would wait for Naruto to return home from the Hokage's office as soon as she noticed him she would tuck her work away and hide it under the window seat and pretend to be working on one of the gifts for their many friends. Naruto had become a little suspicious of why she was sitting there every day waiting for him. He was more accustom to finding her in the study or the kitchen when he arrived home. Hinata had told him she was hoping for it to snow this year so they could have another white Christmas so she was watching and waiting for snow. Hinata hadn't exactly lied to Naruto she was incapable of doing so b
For Tomorrow- Chapter EightHinata knew there were people staring at them. She could feel the pressure of their disapproving glares even as she stared into the baby blue eyes of the stranger with whom she had collided.
He was striking, with his bright blond locks and slightly tanned skin, which spoke of long hours in the sun, so different to the indigo's own pale skin that was considered beautiful, yet, if anything, added to his handsomeness. The chiselled jaw line and broad shoulders didn't hurt either.
Desperate to escape, the Hyuuga heir grasped at his wrist and hauled him to the dance floor, hoping to re-order her thoughts before she stuttered her chance away.
Confidence has never been my strong point... Hanabi on the other hand- Ugh, stop comparing yourself to her! It won't help you now of all times!
She spun round to face the blond stranger, only to see he had proffered his hand. Blinking owlishly in surprise at first, she tried to mask her emotions as she had been taught. Madam Shizune would have be
For Tomorrow- Chapter Three EditNaruto Uzumaki was a gardener.
To say he was completely and utterly useless at his job would be an understatement.
He himself reckoned that he was only still employed because the young Master appreciated his social skills. Naruto had never been one to follow the rules and boundaries made by the class system. He refused to bow to corrupt old men just because they had more money than him, something that amused the young Master to no end.
Not that the young Master was corrupt, far from it. Konohamaru Sarutobi was 13 years of age with short brown hair, obsidian eyes and a cheeky, fun loving personality. He reminded Naruto of himself... Just with more money.
Naruto could even consider himself a friend to the young master. The lady of the house passed away during childbirth and, worried for his safety, his father had kept him in the estate at all times. When he passed away 12 years later, Konohamaru looked nothing short of broken.
Naruto remembered hearing about how, when checking on deliver
For Tomorrow Chapter Six"You know the plan, right?"
It was the first time in a long time that Naruto had seen Konohamaru this nervous. His usual overconfident and scheming demeanour was subdued, barely flickering beneath the surface as he stared across the room. This would have worried Naruto but he was more than familiar with the behaviour expected at such gatherings. Even he, who would normally have cleared out the entirety of the kitchen under normal circumstances, was restraining himself with the politeness and grace his homeland prided itself on. Self control was essential during such a time...
They have those fancy French puddings. One or two platefuls wouldn't be missed, right?
"You cannot touch the food under any circumstance, Naruto."
The smirk was there but only barely; even Konohamaru couldn't repress all of his mischievous personality. Whoever taught him social etiquette was a miracle worker. There used to be a rumour when Naruto was first recruited that the young master had driven many a n
The King and his Son FinalWell, there isn't really much to say about my life now. I have the woman of my dreams and we're going to spend the rest of our lives together. For this part of my story I'll be writing down my favorite memories of the last few years that I've spend with Hinata and the little bundle of joy that we both have been given.
Naruto took a deep breath; his hair has been freshly cut as of two weeks ago. He had promised Hinata that he would cut it even if she didn't ask for him to cut it. He wanted too, since there was no reason to grow out his hair anymore. Smiling, Naruto took a deep to calm his nerves. He was just so excited, for today was the day that he was going to marry Hinata.
When the wedding was coming up within a week they decided to use that week to see just how much they truly loved each other. They weren't to be in contact with each other in the least, no texting, no emails, no nothing.
And to Naruto that was just plain torcher and torment. He wasn't
For Tomorrow- Chapter OneIt was smaller than she was used to.
The house, that is.
Her family had moved from the surrounding countryside to the heart of the city. Her father had insisted that moving was a good thing. He would be closer to their factories to oversee the work there; she could go to a better school and spend time learning the workings of the family business she would one day inherit; her sister would be able to find a suitor and make connections in society as to be able to sustain herself and be useful to the family in that respect.
Their mother had been severely ill and passed away a month ago, this probably being the reason her father had been so keen to move. Not that she could blame him, staying in that house filled with so many memories... even she wanted to escape, which was why she had not argued when her father had suggested- read: ordered- that they move. She had left everyone she had ever known: her best friends, her extended family, her teachers and everyone she had ever looked up to. W