Pre-Class Fantasies?

[Juicy !]

It just so happened to be one of those dark days. Not in mood, don't get it wrong, Kiba wasn't one to be sad over overcast skies. Yes, the skies seemed to cloud over and grow into a mass of ready-to-burst clouds. Sure, rain was a good weather, it meant it would be cooler, nicer, and, well, wetter, however, today, the brunette boy wasn't necessary in the mood to sit inside and watch a marathon of Rambo that would surely be on Spike. Akamaru had been wanting to get out since yesterday, but the big dog had to wait till today because his mother just happened to get on his back about his grades. 'Well, another day probably won't hurt him.. I definitely don't feel like getting yelled at for dragging mud-prints everywhere..' Sighing to himself, Kiba walked inside instead of looking at the sky anymore. He couldn't do that for hours, unlike Shikamaru.

Instead, Kiba always had to occupy himself with something. Yesterday it was his music, the day before a hand-held video game, and today, well, he didn't have anything except his imagination. As each scuff of his shoes hit the tiled floor, Kiba began thinking about how awesome it would be to cover the tile in plastic wrap and dump water out on it. A school slip-n-slide would surely be awesome. Actually, it would make a good senior prank. Too bad that was still a year away. Though his mind began imagining everyone throwing themselves down the hallway and sliding to the end. How great would that be? A grin over-took whatever expression was on his face, as he soon stopped, out of habit, at his locker.

Opening the metal box, there was only what would seem like an array of trash to anyone else. Pages of homework, notes, and doodles from class crowded it, along with all the textbooks he was supposed to have taken home nightly. Digging through the mess Kiba considered organized, he grabbed the music player he accidentally left in there the day before. Today he knew he was walking home, and before putting the thing in his pocket he made sure the thing had battery life left, seeing that there was at least one bar left. Though in his mundane, everyday kind of routine, the smile once more formed back on his face, as he stared blankly at his locker, and went back to his fun daydream of the day.

Sure, when it started, everyone had their clothes on and was sliding down having a great time. However, how fun would it be to have your clothes on in water? Exactly. Soon enough, his daydream consisted of everyone in their bathing suits, minus the teachers, with beer, music, and the average party scene. Girls were wearing bikini's, guys in swim trunks, soaking each other with water guns and balloons. Pushing each other, you name it, it was happening in his little dream/fantasy. Yeah, what a great senior prank it would be.. if only someone would have the balls to do that and everyone would be willing to join in. If only, if only, something like that wouldn't inhibit you from graduating.

Though it seemed like a blank stair, the boy finally snapped free from it, stuffing a few papers in his folders and hoping they would suffice for what the school day held. Checking his watch, Kiba would have been a bit happier if he would have noticed the time before he got to school. He still had a good twenty minutes left before the first bell to get in class rang. Great.. what in the hell was he going to do with this time?

[yøsh]

Hinata loved when it rained, even if it was, statistically speaking, a “downer”. Something about the smell, maybe. It was fresh and sweet, especially when compared to the typical scents of the city. Sure, she was mostly used to Tokyo and all of it’s surprises, having lived in the city her entire life, and she intellectually was aware that the “smell of rain” was actually moistened soil and actinomyceta bacteria releasing the scent of geosmin, but that did not stop the rose colored glass from covering her eyes... or rather her nose. It could have been the sound; water beating out a steady melody against the chilled window panes. Or it could possibly be the fact that along with geosmin, mycobacterium vaccae was released into the air. And, according to what she read in her biology text book the previous night, mycobacterium vaccae was suspected to increase serotonin, which ws responsible for nerve impulse travel lengths as well as boosted levels of self-confidence, feelings of security...

... and sleepiness.

It really was a pity that Hinata couldn’t use biology to explain her late start that morning. After all, it only looked like rain at that point in the morning, so her ‘excuse’ was, admittedly, somewhat... lacking. Not that she would have used it, even if it wasn’t; Hinata wasn’t one for excuses so the explanation would remain in her notes and text book until it faded out of her memory (hopefully after the test rather then before). Nothing changed because a few pretty words designed as an explanation coupled with the fact that excuses never did fly in the Hyuga household, so she simply didn’t bother most of the time.

However it happened, (rain, slept in, never set her alarm the night before) Hinata had woken up late. She rather doubted that she had ever moved so fast in the morning as she did when she rolled over in her bed to see that it was half past the hour and sprung free of the comforter towards her closet. While she managed to cut the time it usually took her morning regime, but she still was guaranteed to miss the tram ride.

Which lead to her current predicament.

Climbing out of the black Bentley, Hinata softly thanked Tottori-san, her father’s chauffeur, Hinata let out a grateful sigh, shutting the door. While it was handy having a chauffeur who was willing (forgetting that it was partially part of his job description) to drop her off at the school after bringing her father to his office, the majority of the ride had been slightly... uncomfortable was probably the most accurate adjective. Icy indifference punctuated with occasional comments on the need to be better prepared and punctuality from a parental figure and the knowledge that her tardiness was forcing Tottori-san to go out of his way to help her had a habit of doing that to Hinata.

... It was incentive, she decided, stealing her shoulders as she walked up the steps of the school’s entrance. It was the optimistic way to look at it, and that was how she was going to think of it that morning, if she was going to make it through the remainder of her morning.

Entering the schools, she was momentarily surprised to find the halls were relatively empty, before she remembered the time. Late for the tram, yes, but the drive, even with Tokyo traffic, was faster. It would easily be another twenty minutes before the rest of the student body (or at least those that were not already in class from morning cram sessions, clubs, or sports) began to meander in. How... dull. Maybe she should review her notes or something productive, she wondered, feet automatically taking her towards her locker. It was the most profitable option, even if it was less then appealing. But at least she would be prepared for class....

“Oh..” Hinata found herself actually saying the malleable word as she rounded the corner and found she was, in fact, not the only person wondering the halls early in the morning, with no true purpose. Or at least she assumed that the Inuzuka was not at the school for a specific reason, as he stared off into space. Shuffling over to him, Hinata greeted Kiba with a simple.“Good morning, Kiba-kun.”

[Juicy !]

It has been said that if you daydream too much, pretty soon you'll lose your grip on reality. Kiba never believed such things, for he would daydream all of class, if not goof off and not pay attention, and no fantasy of his has ever made it into the real world. None. So far that is. Daydreaming about hot babes in bikinis on a beach while partying sounded pretty normal. The sun, the sand, and did he mention the hot babes? Yeah. Even the clear blue ocean swirling in the background and the parcels that usually house the obese on towels were amazing. The sounds, the smells, hell, being this early in the morning, Kiba wouldn't be surprised if he were still actually dreaming in bed, and late. That is, if one sweet voice didn't break his fantasy.

The small, sweet, holy sounding voice that belonged to Hinata Hyuga. A lightning bolt could have rained down from heaven itself and Kiba would not have noticed. The boy turned to find just what he wasn't expecting. His fantasy broke into reality, and through his eyes he only imagined what would be a beautiful, breasted, milky-white Hinata standing in an alluring pose in nothing but a swimming suit top and bottom. Now, it wasn't necessary a secret, but it wasn't exactly well-known either that the dog-boy had a crush on the Hyuga princess. That picture was burned into his memory so fast it hit ten times the speed of light. Those chocolate brown eyes of his had to blink a few times before he could see clearly, and noticed it was, indeed, just his imagination. Well, anyone could have told him that.

A nervous grin broke out one Kiba's face, letting out a soft few laughs before even daring to answer her question. ”Hey Hinata,” He spoke, there after feeling the heavy awkward silence of a thousand seconds. He knew he had to find words, but the clear picture still rose to his mind, and a pink sort of blush rained onto his cheeks; Those red tattoos weren't helping the color go away, either. He quickly racked his brain for whatever he could find (not involving beaches or bikinis), and could only come up with a fragment of a sentence, ”Er-- do you normally get here this early?” It was short, but it made that awkward feeling start to go away. At least for a little bit. Looking over Hinata once more, the image started to matte down into his brain, while he could see the clear real picture in front of him.

Whenever the boy looked at the pale-eyed girl he felt a bit of calmness that made most things just kind of, disappear. Even his jealousy when he noticed how she got all flustered around Naruto, or sometimes his anger (he was a bit like a firecracker), and it made life easier. That waving calm made him able to tease her about such things like how she got all nervous around Naruto and made his feel better. Taking in a few deeper breaths, the boy finally hit a level of normality and was able to thing on a non-freaked-out sort of fashion. Kiba was always a bit riled up, but this was about as far down to normal as it got. Grabbing a textbook with a few papers shoved in it (his undone homework), he shut his locker and leaned against it to face her. His snarky grin was still there, but instead of covering for something, it was there mainly because he was in a good mood.

”And how's it going with Naruto? You break it on the love-boat yet?” Those were the comets he sure loved to break out, and it earned a few laughs from himself, so he was all good with it. Even though this morning, so far, had been quite a turn-around from what he expected, it certainly work him up more than an energy drink of caffeine would have. Though, hopefully, that image wouldn't pop up when he didn't want it to again.. even though it was still fresh in his mind, Kiba could at least focus on the fact that she was wearing a school uniform, and was certainly not on a beach, but in the boring, ugly gray-ish hallway the school had to offer. Maybe the boy would learn how to control his imagination... probably not, though.

[Amaya]

While not a morning person by nature, this blonde was a morning person by habit. Still cold, cloudy mornings were not fun. Especially not when you had to wake up at four in the morning to be to school by five thirty to have cheer practice from five forty-five to six thirty. Leaving a half an hour every morning where Ino and her fellow cheerleaders had time to kill. Most mornings they did homework or chatted or something, but this morning everyone was wet, cold, and rather grumpy. Even though it had not yet rained, though they sky's looked like there were planning on it. Which would by the end of the day lead to at least a little amusement when the junior varsity volleyball girls had to go run outside and she was now thankfully a varsity player, meaning they got to run inside and do whatever they wanted.

Cheer practice was usually fun, but a long run and stretching and practicing Outside in the Cold. That never got anyone in a good mood. So after the hour long practice from hell the team of girls showered and then went their separate ways, just wanting to rest. So Ino found herself wandering the school halls, with absolutely nothing to do. It was boring as if there was no tomorrow. At lest for the next twenty or so minutes before school actually started. So she wandered down the halls with no particular destination in mind. She would have to revisit her locker before the start of school, but that was far enough away still.

Wandering down the hall she raised her blue orbs to look in front of her and just down the hall she saw two familiar figures. One female and one male, and she knew them both. Not that she would have expected to see the brunette guy at school this early. Still friends were always a good thing on any morning, so her step lightened she bounded over to the pair her hair swaying lightly in it's ponytail. “Hinata! Kiba! How are you both this morning?” The blonde asked with a soft smile, her morning getting better all ready “But why are either of you here so early?” she couldn't help but ask.

[yøsh]

Hinata shook her head, crossing the remainder of the hall to stand next to him. ”No,” she admitted, tilting her head to the side, as she studied him for a moment. He seemed a bit flustered, in her opinion. Perhaps she caught him doing something that he should not be doing? Or was he sick? Or was she over thinking the situation? That, she had to admit to herself, was most likely the case. Making mountains out of ant hills seemed to be a specialty of hers, after all; between flip flopping on her own decisions and over thinking well... everything, it was nearly second nature at times.

Clasping her hands firmly in front of her, effectively stopping the urge to wring her hands in concern at a potential issue, she resolved to not pester him about it, but rather watch for any signs of him coming down with a cold, or such. ”I just came a bit early, today.” she half explained, a blush momentarily rising to her cheeks (a slight coloration rather then the bright red she was prone to) at the thought of why she was there early. Her eyes trailed after him as he fetched his text book and leaned against his locker with a casual grace accompanied with what can only be described as his characteristic smirk.

Returning it with a smile of her own, she began ”How are yo--?” before trailing off. Gaping for a moment, Hinata sputtered, holding her hands up as if to ward off the accusations. ”I... what? No, it’s not like...” she stammered, making a specific point not to look at Kiba as her color rose. She hated when she got like this, both during and thinking back on these flustered, less then eloquent moments that made her wish she could face palm before starting over, preferably somewhere far away from whatever had her so... excited.

Catching herself, Hinata forced her hands back down before her, clasping them tightly to prevent from falling into her childhood habit of awkward finger poking (admittedly, it was not quite as much a thing of the past as she would like to pretend it was), and happily latched onto the nearest distraction available. This time, it happened to be in the form of a peppy blonde that joined them with her usual cheery greeting. ”Ino-chan! Hello!” she replied, changing the subject to the best of her ability. ”How are you?” Hinata asked, unintentionally ignoring the blonde’s question in her flap.

[Juicy !]

Even though today was going to be a bit of a longer day, it was probably not going to be as bad as it seemed. Sure, waking up early usually brought the picture of an alarm clock beeping till your ears rang, and you having to drag yourself out of bed, however, it was a bit different today. Kiba didn't wake up of his own accord, however, he was slightly forced to when both his mother, whom usually woke the young man up to get going (maybe four or five times), and his sister, who sometimes got the lackey duty of throwing him out of bed if necessary or getting Akamru riled up then sicking him on Kiba, had both gone to work early. That usually meant: Hey, if you want to even get up to go to school -or not and get murdered by your mother- wake up now and deal with it. Kind of a good and bad trade off. For once Kiba ate breakfast, and not just some makeshift cereal in a cup thing, and god to let Akamaru get some energy out before he left. Plus he got to talk to Hinata.

If there was one thing Kiba could not resist it was making Hinata blush like she was. It was so easy to turn the pale, proceeding-like skin to the color of a sunburn tomato. Even though Naruto and Hinata in the same sentence didn't make Kiba too happy, it was worth it just to get that little bit of nervousness, even though she didn't do the thing with her fingers as much as she used to (it was quite cute). Though that was completely past the point of the fact that she was doing fine this morning -stop thinking about wetness and swimsuits- and she was here early just because she got here early. Somehow that was documented in the back of the boys mind, but you'd probably have to tell him again for him to truly remember what exactly she said. Giving a slight smile, though he scratched his head before opening his mouth to say something, then closing it back up to find another beautiful girl standing infront of him.

Kiba did not have such a crush on Ino, however, he did find her to be pretty. Or hot. Or whatever the hell you realy wanted to call it without offending a girls ever-so-delicate self-esteem. Because, on one hand, if you ever called a girl hot to their face, unless they were a slut or wished to be admired and ogled for all the wrong reasons by many guys, they thought of it as more of an insult. If you called a girl beautiful, or any variation of that, it meant that you wanted to marry them or something. There was an in-between, but those types of compliments were rarely revered or looked upon with great satisfaction. It was a cruel, cruel world for the man to grow up in, especially when women had the weirdest ways of tricking you into a dark deep maze that you, somehow, had to find your way out by using your feelings. Kiba would call it an unfair advantage, but he, too, was a guy, and so therefore bowed before the rulers of giving guys pleasure and somehow teaching them to feel a little bit with their heart and less with their dicks (Though that was a 1 in 10 chance).

Giving a smile to the newcomer, he looked to Ino, shrugging to answer her question, ”It was either I woke up and got up, or I slept through my alarm and got murdered by my mother for having another ditch this early int eh school year.” It was kind of a boring story, but nothing, truly, was very exciting about the morning. Unless you somehow fell down a well into wonderland and tripped off acid to have a fun time with a bunny and a pocket watch, nothing was interesting about it. Though waking up really had to be the hard part, being up wasn't that bad, as long as you had something to entertain you besides the boring drone of classroom lectures. Looking over the blond he pointed to himself and Hinata, ”We're not enrolled in every school program, so we don't really need a reason to be up at four in the morning to be at school,” truly everything Kiba knew about at the school -which probably wasn't everything- Ino was a part of it. It was weird, mainly for him to picture, as he was probably lazy at everything except when it came to running, playing video games, and taking Akamaru out.

All in all, his condition was fine, though, and he was perfectly okay and able to do what he felt at the moment. Though the question of 'how are you' tends to bounce around, it seemed to get -in some variation- to all of them without even the slightest hint to take notice on the too-common phrase. ”I'm not used to being up so early, but hell, I'm pretty good. I'll definitely get a good-nights sleep through all of my classes anyway,” Giving a cocked grin, Kiba let his eyes hang on the two of them for once wondering what girls actually do in their free time. Like, if he wasn't here right now, what would they be doing? It was already too late, though, for the whole brain-to-mouth barrier didn't usually compute how to work this early in the morning, the boy ended up blurting out his question without so much as a notice until it slipped out, ”What do you girls do all the time.. like, if I wasn't here, what do you guys do?” It was kind of weird question, but the boy didn't really care, as long as nothing along the kines of “What do you two look like in your swimming-suits' came out. Yeah.. that wouldn't have been good.

[Amaya]

Looking at Hinata and her red tinted face she wondered what kind of conversation she had walked in on. Then again with Hinata and Kiba there were always a few hidden questions, not that now was the proper time for her to voice those ideas. Looking at Hinata, who seemed to finally having her blush fade back to her normal color. “I'm good, a bit cold this morning so cheer practice kind of sucked. That's how life is on cold mornings though.” She was finally getting warm again and that was nice. “I'm not in every school program, just the ones that matter and are fun, you know cheer leading and volleyball.” She stated placing a hand on her hip and smiling softly. She guessed it could seem like she did a lot though, what with her always being busy and such, but it was fun and that is what matters.

Standing beside her friends she stretched her arms while they talked, it was a very nice surprise to have friends to talk to in the morning. Normally not many people she knew outside of the cheerleaders were here in the morning. Especially some of her friends, not exactly morning people. Then again sometimes she wondered why she didn't mind mornings like the rest of her friends, still it made life easier to accept that you had to get up in the morning, go to school, and then have free time.

Her thoughts were interrupted when Kiba asked a rather strange question. Blinking a few times she looked at her friend trying to clear the confusion from her mind “What do we do in the morning?” she repeated making sure she heard him right. Well if that was not a strange question then she didn't know what was. Pulling her hair that was pulled back into a pony tail over her shoulder she twirled her fingers through her hair pondering just how to answer this question.

” I actually don't usually have this much free time in the mornings. Cheer practice usually runs long and we have just enough time to shower before heading off to class.” she said slowly, thinking as she did. That was actually how her mornings went, and even if there was extra time it was spent talking or getting ahead on her homework. Her mornings were usually slow and boring so there really was not much to talk about. Shrugging her shoulders she glanced from Kiba to Hinata as she continued to play with her hair as they talked.