The Boarding House 1

Hyuuga Hinata was unpacking her belongings when her roommate had arrived. She had just moved into a boarding house. She was fifteen and going to attend Konoha High in three days. Her father had decided that it would be a good idea to let his underage and completely innocent daughter live in a boarding house for a year, while he, his nephew and his younger daughter stay in the fancy sprawling estate known as they property of the esteemed Hyuuga clan. Hinata didn’t mind, after all, it gave her some freedom to do whatever she wished. It wasn’t like something horrendous would happen.

The door slammed open to reveal an angry and intimidating looking boy around her age. Hinata remained completely still, she was still holding her panties in her hands and kneeling before her opened luggage, and waited for the stranger to finish his examination of the room and talk or at least introduce himself.

Abashedly, Hinata looked away from the stranger, and down at her hands. With a sharp gasp, she dropped her panties as if it had burned her. Why must she always embarrass herself?! She tried to surreptitiously sneak her panties away and prayed that the stranger hadn’t seen them.

A minute passed. And another. And another. Hinata silently wondered what could there possibly be to take in? The room she had rented for the year was a simple one. It consisted of four walls, and a small, but serviceable, washroom to the left behind a door. There was a bunk bed in one corner, a nightstand by said bed, two desks in front of a wide window, and a pull out couch that could easily be turned into a bed. And an armoire that she had brought along from the Hyuuga estate. So what was he staring at?! Better yet, why was he even here?!

Hold on, …was he…her roommate? Hinata gulped. “E-excuse me?” Hinata addressed the stranger hesitantly. He had been standing at the door for what seemed like hours. “My n-name is Hinata. A-Are you my roommate?” She couldn’t help but let in a trace of panic in her voice. She had specifically asked for a female roommate!

Apparently done with his assessment of the room and its meagre surroundings, he turned to stare at her levelly, and nodded jerkily. “Sasuke.” He said in a gruff voice. He walked in, slammed the door shut, and headed over to the couch.

Hinata gulped and continued to unpack, as did the stoic boy. He didn’t speak to her for the rest of the evening. She couldn’t help but feel grateful for that small grace. As she lay in bed later that night, she turned to the side, to see the faint outline of the boy on the couch (he didn’t want the top bunk, surprisingly) and had opted to use the top bunk as his closet, and crashed on the couch. “It couldn’t be so bad…” Hinata whispered lowly, trying to reassure herself. She looked away.

She almost screamed when Sasuke shifted quite loudly on his side of the room. With her heart racing in her ears, Hinata vowed to talk to the landlady the next morning.

A/N: Yes, I know, another story, but this one is going to be short and stuff. I’m going to make each chapter only one page on Word with size 12 font (Times New Roman) and under 1000 words.