"Look, honey, look at the pretty dresses!" Hiashi Hyuuga tried in vain to capture his six-year-old daughter's attention, "See, this one's purple, your favorite color!" He waved the dress in front of Hinata's face, perhaps hoping she'd grab for it, like a kitten with a dangly toy. He was desperate. In the four hours they'd been shopping for her first day of school, Hinata had rejected every piece of cute clothing he'd shown her. Every yellow dress, every cerulean skirt, every lavender blouse, every pair of pink socks. Every color, every style. Hinata just didn't like clothes. Oh dear god, Hiashi thought, please tell me she's not becoming a nudist! His face blanched at the mere thought of anyone seeing his darling daughter naked. Perhaps she was only six, but after all, it's never too early for a father to be overprotective of his loved ones.

"Father," Little Hinata tugged on his pant leg, "Father, can I get this one?" She held up a shirt. Thank the heavens, she's not a nudist!His mind had been in overdrive, showing unwanted pictures of Hinata naked on her first day of school, Hinata naked at the beach, Hinata naked on family vacation, a blushing Hinata naked at her prom with dozens of hormonal teenage boys staring blatantly at her chest—

"Father?" Hinata tried again, holding up the shirt she'd chosen for him to see. Hiashi blinked his mind free of the images and looked at the garment in her hand and almost—almost—wished she hadn't chosen any clothing. For, in her tiny hand, was indeed a shirt. A boy's shirt. More specifically, a t-shirt covered with camouflage and the words "Boyz Rule!" in large mustard yellow letters. It…

It wasn't cute at all! Before Hinata's mother had died, she and Hiashi had been so proud of being able to raise two adorable little daughters, and Hiashi had even helped plan out cute outfits for Easter and Christmas. The thought of his adorable Hinata in male clothing was repulsive! He was about to let her go naked when he compared the thought of Hinata naked at her prom to the thought of her in a tuxedo. He grimaced. Okay, so anything was better than nothing. And if this was what Hinata really wanted…

"Please Father?" She begged. Damn it. The shirt wasn't cute, but her puppy dog eyes were as adorable as ever. Honestly, were kids that small supposed to have eyes that huge and innocent and watery and so damn cute?Hiashi sighed.

"Of course sweetheart, whatever you want," he said, mentally waving a white flag as he crossed over to the boy's side of the store. In all likelihood it was only a phase after all. But why does she want guy clothes anyway? Hiashi wondered as Hinata finally showed an interest in clothes shopping, throwing khaki pants, polo shirts, and TMNT themed pajamas into the cart with enthusiasm.

"Now I'll fin'ly look like cousin Neji!" Hinata exclaimed as she compared a blue shark t-shirt to a red Hot-Wheels t-shirt before deciding to get both. Hiashi's eye twitched. He should've known. Hiashi's irresponsible ass of a twin brother had recently sent his illegitimate seven-year-old son, Neji, to live with them, and Hinata had taken to following him like a duckling, even going so far as to mimic his actions. Neji ran; Hinata ran. Neji played with blocks; Hinata played with blocks. Neji tried to jump off a 40-story building; Hinata tried to jump off a 40-story building—that one had been a close call, and Hiashi would neverleave those children unattended in a skyscraper again. How they even managed to get on the roof (which required rather high security-clearance) was anyone's guess. He thanked the heavens that Hanabi, Hinata's little sister, was too young yet to walk, therefore preventing her from joining in on (most of) their mischief.

It was only natural that Hinata would take her hero-worship to the next level. Still, Hiashi was blaming this fiasco on Neji. That boy was damn lucky this would only be phase.

It wasn't just a phase. It had been 5 years and Hinata had grown out of her Neji obsession but not her love of male clothing. Now she was constantly mistaken for a guy. A pretty guy, but a guy nonetheless. She was too young to develop curves and she always kept her hair short, claiming she didn't like brushing it. And although her voice was rather high, she was still young enough that a boy her age could sound like her. Besides, she was so timid in public most people never heard her speak anyway.

Hiashi looked across the breakfast table at his youngest daughter, Hanabi. Today was now her first day of school. She wore a lovely lavender sundress with white shoes and a violet ribbon in her long, neatly combed hair. Hiashi felt his heart soar with pride. Hanabi was just so cute! A picture perfect Hyuuga daughter.

"Father," Hanabi looked at him, "I have a question."

"What is it sweetie? Nervous about school?" Hiashi asked.

"No, I'm not. I was just wondering…"

"Yes?"

"Um, is—is Hinata a boy or a girl?" She asked quickly, nervous about her father's reaction. She just wasn't sure! Hiashi choked on the toast he'd been eating.

"W-what?!" Hanabi winced.

"Well, I mean Hinata is my sister so that means she's a girl but, well, she (he?) is always wearing guy clothes like Neji and you said only guys wear guy clothes and girls wear girl clothes right?"

"W-well, yes," Hiashi responded, "that's how it usually is but Hinata—who is a girl by the way—likes wearing guy clothes, so she can. There's nothing wrong with it, it's just… not normally done," Hiashi tiptoed carefully around explaining Hinata's cross-dressing.

"…Oh." The two ate the rest of their breakfast in silence. When they had both finished, Hiashi handed Hanabi her backpack and bag lunch and he drove her to school. Hinata and Neji were both going to junior high, which didn't start for another day, but he would soon be driving them too. He could never trust those public school buses…

When he arrived back home, Hiashi noticed that Hinata and Neji were already up and dressed. Neji wore a pair of khaki shorts and a dark blue t-shirt. Hinata wore a pair of blue jeans, a red Spiderman t-shirt and red baseball cap covering her mop of uncombed short black hair. "Morning kids," He greeted.

"Morning father!" Hinata said brightly while Neji grunted. Hiashi smiled. Hinata was still cute when she looked like a guy. That didn't stop him from wishing she'd wear a dress of course. She was going to Suna's all-girl's junior high tomorrow, where the uniform required a skirt and Hiashi couldn't be happier. She'll be so adorable!His inner fangirl squealed. He stopped to make sure none of his inner fangirl was visible on his face. Hyuugas are far too composed to fangirl (publicly).

"Did you register for school?" He asked. He knew both his children (Neji had long since become a son to him, even if he did make Hinata a cross-dresser) were responsible, and had probably enrolled months ago during summer vacation, but he wanted to be sure.

"Yes Uncle," Neji replied carefully, "We are both enrolled at Suna's all-boy academy as of last week." Hinata had dreaded the prospect of going to an all-girls school, since most of the girls already teased her, and she'd always gotten along better with guys. And the thought of her wearing a skirt was just… odd. When filling out the registration forms Neji had taken pity on her and marked Hinata as a boy and used her middle name, Hisoka. It was a considerably less girly name and would help her blend in with the guys.

Hiashi was speechless. "You're… You're both enrolled at…"

"Suna's all-boy academy. Yes father," Hinata replied, not surprised at his reaction. It was no secret that Hiashi's inner fangirl squealed at the thought of Hinata wearing a proper dress. It was written all over his face. He wouldn't let her go without a fight, but Hinata and Neji had planned this out, prepared to counter anything Hiashi had to say against it.

"But, but you're a girl," her father stuttered out, "is that even allowed?"

"We talked to the assistant principal, Baki. He was very understanding; apparently the principal's daughter went through a tomboy phase when she was younger," Neji replied. Hiashi twitched. When had these children gone to see the assistant principal?! He searched his brain for another reason to prevent his daughter from cross-dressing for another four years.

"Well, won't Hinata hit puberty during her time in junior high? Surely someone will notice a couple of things…" Hiashi tried. His kids were geniuses, but surely they couldn't beat mother nature, right?

"Actually TenTen helped us with that," Neji replied again to his uncle's dismay, "Her mom owns a costume shop. She gave Hinata a special corset and everything. No one will be able to tell she's a girl if she doesn't want to tell."

"Her mom even gave me some voice acting lessons, so I can sound like a boy if I need to," Hinata added in a rather masculine and eerily convincing voice. Even Neji did a double take.

"W-well, You're not going and that's final!" Hiashi had had enough of this. His daughter would be a proper, well-raised, feminine, Hyuuga daughter. There was a moment of silence.

"…"

"…"

Hiashi was not going to look. He know what she was doing and he was NOT going to look, dammit.

"P-pleeease father?" Hinata almost whined in her highest, most adorable voice.

Don't look. Don't look. Don't loo—dammit. He looked. Aren't kids supposed to grow out of the puppy dog eyes? Hiashi wondered as his defenses crumbled.

"Fine. We'll see how this goes," Hiashi waved his white flag again, "but only for a few weeks!" He knew he wasn't fooling anyone. Hinata would be going to a boy's school as long as she wanted; all three of them knew that. It was time for Hiashi to face the cold, blunt truth. His daughter was a cross-dresser. And it's all Neji's fault, he thought viciously, glaring at the boy who seemed all too smug.

The two Hyuuga cousins stood on the steps of Suna's all-boy academy; the large building, built from sandstone bricks, loomed over them. There were three floors. The first consisted of a cafeteria, which doubled as a place for the boys to hang out before or after school, a gymnasium, an auditorium, a main office, an athletic office, and a counseling office. The art and music departments were also part of this floor, since all grades used them. The second floor contained all of the lockers and classes for sixth and seventh grade, the grades Neji and Hinata were going into. The last floor had everything for the eighth and ninth graders.

"You know where your classes are?" Neji glanced at Hinata. She nodded. They'd gotten their schedules when they'd visited Baki. Her first class was Health, room 221. "And you have your lunch?" Neji asked. She silently held up the brown paper lunch bag her father had packed, with 'Hisoka Hyuuga' written on it in permanent marker. Neji marveled at how silent the girl was in public. Hinata, while not overly chatty, was certainly talkative around her family but rarely spoke around people she didn't know.

They entered the school and climbed the stairs to the second level. Neji went left, towards his locker, while Hinata went right, towards hers. She looked around. All the boys seemed to be in groups, laughing and pushing each other around. They all wore the Suna uniform like Hinata: crimson pants, a white shirt, a gold colored vest, a red and gold tie, and an optional crimson jacket. Most of the boys weren't wearing the jacket, as it was still rather warm out, being only September.

After visiting her locker, Hinata made her way to Health, where she began her first day as Hisoka Hyuuga. After Health she had science, orchestra and Suna history. Then, she had lunch.

Hinata stared at the cafeteria with a degree of fear. The school lunch had been spaghetti, which the more artistic students had used to decorate the walls. The athletic students, however, had chosen to play "dodge-lunch" with their meals, effectively adding an extra hour of gym to their schedules. Most of the others cowered under the long lunch tables. If there had ever been any supervisors they'd jumped ship, leaving about seven responsible students (Neji included) to try to stop the food fight. Hinata backed out into the hallway slowly so she wouldn't draw attention to herself as a target. She then ran up the stairs, clutching her lunch, hoping to get as far away from the cafeteria as possible.

It wasn't long before she reached the roof. She looked out over the scenery with a soft smile. She'd always loved heights, but her father never liked her near them. Something about Neji and a skyscraper…

Well, her father wasn't here, and this looked like the perfect place to have a calm, quiet lunch. There was one other boy up here, she noticed. His hair was an interesting shade—the same color as his uniform. He was sitting with his legs dangling over the edge. Hinata sat down next to him and opened her lunch. She looked at it and grimaced. Her father always forgot to pack fruit. The boy next to her looked at her lunch before offering her an orange. She smiled and took it.

It soon became their habit to eat up there together, neither of them saying a word. Hinata discovered his name later that day when she realized they were in the same English class. They never spoke to each other, but they never really spoke to anyone else, so it was no surprise when they chose each other as partners for their end-of-the-year English project: a presentation on ancient Egypt, specifically pharaohs. They could do it in any format they wished. They chose to do it as a silent movie.

"Wow, Gaara. You managed to find a friend as quiet as you. I didn't think that was possible!" Kankuro teased his brother, "Did you guys just bond over profound silence or something?"

Gaara glared. Hinata continued to plot out their silent film. They were working on it at Gaara's house because Hiashi didn't allow Hinata to bring boys home, even if they did think she was male.

"Shut up Kankuro, you don't want to scare Hisoka away!" Temari scolded Kankuro. They'd both been astonished when their brother had brought a real, live, human being home. "So, Hisoka Hyuuga right? Would Neji happen to be your brother?" She asked. Hinata shook her head.

"Cousin," she replied. All three sand siblings took a moment to stare at her before Temari continued the conversation.

"Oh, um, cool. Kankuro, isn't Neji on your soccer team? He's the cute one with long hair right?"

"Erm, yeah…" Kankuro and Temari continued to make awkward conversation, occasionally trying to drag one of the two mutes into it. They both responded with gestures, monosyllables if necessary, until Gaara gave them a death glare so the two could work in peace, and more importantly, silence.

AN: Hooray! My first fanfic! I'm not sure where the idea for this came from, all I know is I waned to make Hinata a crossdresser and somehow, for some reason, it had to be Neji's fault. I'm really nervous about this story, and I'd really appreciate reviews! If you do review could you please tell me: What you liked, What I could do better, and ERRORS. If I make mistakes, grammar or continuity, I want to know please!

In case you were wondering, Hisoka means secret or shy. Two of the baby name sites I visited said it was male, two said it was unisex so. :P This won't all be at Suna by the way. I'm probably going to have a timeskip and switch the scene to Konoha and introduce lot's of other peole next chapter (that is, if anyone is interested in a next chapter). Finally, this is a Romance/Humor story, so Hinata WILL be paired with someone, BUT it won't be Kiba or Naruto. 'Cause I like crack pairings. I have one specific character in mind who shall appear next chapter, but if you want to suggest someone, be my guest. Nothing is in stone quite yet. Thanks for reading!