I just love the Hyuuga's

I just love the Hyuuga's. Don't you?

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I think Neji has a hair fetish...

I noticed this randomly one day; I don't know what triggered it, but it seemed that one morning it just clicked. The morning went by as usual: I got up early for my morning training, then went to the kitchen and waited for my breakfast. Nii-san was already at the table when I sat down, polishing one of his kunai. As usual, I said hello, and the stupid bastard only nodded in reply. But before I could let out my ritual huff, Nee-chan burst through the door. This was when things started to get weird.

"Hanabi-chan, Nii-sama, I'm sorry! I overslept!" Nee-chan, in short, looked horrible. From the neck down, she was fine, but her head...I think she forgot that she grew her hair out because it looked like a birds nest. I was about to make a smart-ass comment, but stupid ass Neji beat me to the punch...well, at least I thought he did, but what he said...well, that just left me speechless.

"Hinata-sama...what on earth...?!" He sounded so offended...like it was a personal vendetta for her hair to be that crazy.

"W-What? Is everything okay, Nii-sama...?" Now, I wouldn't have found it odd if Nii-san dropped his kunai; hell, I almost dropped my apple juice! (Yes, I still drink apple juice. You got a problem with that?) The thing that really got me was the fact that he slammed it on the table, shot up from his seat, then ran to his room. At this point, Nee-chan looked like she was about to cry. "H-Hanabi-chan...d-do you think I offended him in some way?" Once again, I didn't get the chance to reply as Nii-sama burst back into the kitchen with more hair care products than I could count.

"Wha- Hey! Are those mine?!" As expected, I was promptly ignored as the jackass bee-lined towards Nee-chan. Grabbing her by the shoulders, he swung her around (so that she was in front of him) and pushed her to a chair (which he pulled out with his foot and pushed her down onto.)

"N-Nii-sama...?!" Hinata looked horrified; hell, I would be, too, if I were her.

"Hinata-sama...why didn't you fix your hair up?" Oh kami. Was it really that big of a deal? "You look so much more beautiful when it looks straight and silky."

Okay, now usually that wouldn't freak me out; I always heard him scold her on her hair when he thought no one else was listening, but he said it right into her ear.

"Whenever it's not tangled..." He grabbed a bottle of detangler- my detangler- and sprayed it delicately on her hair.

"Whenever it's smooth..." he grabbed for a scary looking hair brush and put it to her hair; I flinched when he suddenly jerked it down. Fortunately for Nee-chan, my detangler works almost instantly, so it shouldn't have hurt her much. And just when he finished combing and I thought he was done (so did Nee-chan by the look on her face), the bastardly psycho jackass dummy grabbed my hair gel and spray.

"Let's try something...new today."

I decided I couldn't take anymore when I saw her shiver. Deciding to skip breakfast (I lost my appetite watching them, anyway) I made my way to my bathroom. It was there I found the thing that horrified me most of all.

It seems that they weren't my hair care products, after all.

Xxx

Tadaa. Chapter one complete. I'm not sure if I'm going to turn this into an all out fic, or just a ficlet. Oh well. We'll see.