Fic: Traditional Art
Title: Traditional Art
Fandom: Naruto
Rating: G~PG
Pairing: InoHina friendship... squint for something more ^^
Note: A short thing for the April Challenge at sunnyday_love. 01/03 Japanese Customs. Rushed because I've written a lot today -_-. Unedited because I've duct-taped my inner editor for the month.
When she was young, her mother had her take a lot of different classes in order to remember the old arts. She’d long learn to properly put on a kimono, and then she took classes in dance, and traditional tea ceremonies. The one that Hinata remembered most was the flower arrangement class. It wasn’t so much the class itself that she enjoyed, but it was the people there.
She’d never really been in an actual class before. The appropriate customs to everything she learned through private tutorage from teachers sent to the Hyuuga Compound. But Yamanaka-sensei refused to do that, and said that Hinata had to attend classes with the other students.
The first time she went there, she was petrified. Despite a caretaker watching from the corner of the traditional room, Hinata was deathly frightened of the other children. She didn’t know how to interact with them, the only other children she’d ever been with was her cousin, Neji and her baby sister Hanabi.
When Yamanaka-sensei made them sit seiza style and introduce themselves, Hinata dreaded the moment it came to her. They went around clockwise starting from Yamanaka-sensei. Hinata couldn’t pay attention, trying to still her fidgeting and formulate the words in her mind. She hadn’t even noticed that all the other students already changed to sitting casual style.
“M-my n-name is H-Hyuuga Hi-Hi-Hinata.” She stuttered quietly, keeping her gaze at the base of the blue vase in the center of the circle.
She let a small sigh of relief that her turn was over, but she was still shaking.
“Are you sacred?” came a voice from her right. Looking up, she discovered it was a blond haired girl, giving her a lazy smile. Blushing, Hinata averted her gaze and nodded. “You probably weren’t listening to the others, but it’s kind of boring anyway. I’m only here because mom made me come. How do you sit in seiza for so long anyway? I can’t stand it, my leg falls asleep whenever I try.”
“Ino!” Yamanaka-sensei admonished the blonde.
“Yeah?” The girl next to Hinata asked, staring at her teacher, the smile gone from her lips.
“Stop talking to Hinata-chan and pay attention.”
On the next flower arrangement class, Yamanaka-sensei told them that she was taking them to the fields and to get a partner so that they don’t get lost. When the other animated students got up to find partners, Hinata couldn’t feel more alone.
“Hinata-chan, you want to be my partner?” Ino asked. Not waiting for a response, Ino took her hand and sauntered to Yamanaka-sensei. “Mom-“
“Sensei,” Yamanaka-sensei automatically corrected Ino, but gave the girls an encouraging smile. “What is it, Ino?”
“Hinata-chan’s my partner, Sensei.” Ino informed the woman, holding up their clasped hands.
Yamanaka-sensei nodded in approval before watching Ino drag the poor girl to the entrance to line up with the others.
In the third class, Hinata didn’t feel quite so anxious. When she stepped into the building the blond girl was already there. Waiting, conversing with others, but there she was, waving her over.
A friend was waiting for her, and that’s all that mattered.
~Finis~
Fandom: Naruto
Rating: G~PG
Pairing: InoHina friendship... squint for something more ^^
Note: A short thing for the April Challenge at sunnyday_love. 01/03 Japanese Customs. Rushed because I've written a lot today -_-. Unedited because I've duct-taped my inner editor for the month.
When she was young, her mother had her take a lot of different classes in order to remember the old arts. She’d long learn to properly put on a kimono, and then she took classes in dance, and traditional tea ceremonies. The one that Hinata remembered most was the flower arrangement class. It wasn’t so much the class itself that she enjoyed, but it was the people there.
She’d never really been in an actual class before. The appropriate customs to everything she learned through private tutorage from teachers sent to the Hyuuga Compound. But Yamanaka-sensei refused to do that, and said that Hinata had to attend classes with the other students.
The first time she went there, she was petrified. Despite a caretaker watching from the corner of the traditional room, Hinata was deathly frightened of the other children. She didn’t know how to interact with them, the only other children she’d ever been with was her cousin, Neji and her baby sister Hanabi.
When Yamanaka-sensei made them sit seiza style and introduce themselves, Hinata dreaded the moment it came to her. They went around clockwise starting from Yamanaka-sensei. Hinata couldn’t pay attention, trying to still her fidgeting and formulate the words in her mind. She hadn’t even noticed that all the other students already changed to sitting casual style.
“M-my n-name is H-Hyuuga Hi-Hi-Hinata.” She stuttered quietly, keeping her gaze at the base of the blue vase in the center of the circle.
She let a small sigh of relief that her turn was over, but she was still shaking.
“Are you sacred?” came a voice from her right. Looking up, she discovered it was a blond haired girl, giving her a lazy smile. Blushing, Hinata averted her gaze and nodded. “You probably weren’t listening to the others, but it’s kind of boring anyway. I’m only here because mom made me come. How do you sit in seiza for so long anyway? I can’t stand it, my leg falls asleep whenever I try.”
“Ino!” Yamanaka-sensei admonished the blonde.
“Yeah?” The girl next to Hinata asked, staring at her teacher, the smile gone from her lips.
“Stop talking to Hinata-chan and pay attention.”
On the next flower arrangement class, Yamanaka-sensei told them that she was taking them to the fields and to get a partner so that they don’t get lost. When the other animated students got up to find partners, Hinata couldn’t feel more alone.
“Hinata-chan, you want to be my partner?” Ino asked. Not waiting for a response, Ino took her hand and sauntered to Yamanaka-sensei. “Mom-“
“Sensei,” Yamanaka-sensei automatically corrected Ino, but gave the girls an encouraging smile. “What is it, Ino?”
“Hinata-chan’s my partner, Sensei.” Ino informed the woman, holding up their clasped hands.
Yamanaka-sensei nodded in approval before watching Ino drag the poor girl to the entrance to line up with the others.
In the third class, Hinata didn’t feel quite so anxious. When she stepped into the building the blond girl was already there. Waiting, conversing with others, but there she was, waving her over.
A friend was waiting for her, and that’s all that mattered.
~Finis~