"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!" She screamed at the blank faced man sitting next to her. Swollen fingers arched into claws as she leapt over the table and swung at him. No one had expected such a thing from her. Not her, never her. To quiet and introverted to ever dare do something so crude. He, especially, had not expected it and was sent flying. There was an awed shock and horror as the eyes of the houses rested on her heaving shoulders, they could see her veins bulging and the contorted look of hatred on her face. "I hate you! I hate this house! There's no love in this house, there's no love in these people! What have you done to them? What have you allowed to happen to us you arrogant prick!" She screamed as his stood up with more grace and poise than one sent sailing across the room should've had. His movement was swift, concise and showed years of practice and habit. The palm that connected with her chest sent her sailing backwards and skidding over the table scattering and shattering plates. The houses were silent as they watched and the mouths that had flopped open in disbelief were now set firmly to identical lines.
It was true what she'd said, the houses and people radiated no warmth towards each other. It was as if all emotion had been stripped away leaving only shells of people behind, the only emotions they had were of themselves. Either they were the holier-than-thou members of the Main House or they were the dreggy shits of the Branch House. Neither of which were ideal.
The girl stood, more emotion emanated from the girl's left eye then had been exhibited from both Houses in four generations. But her cold, righteous fury was met only with indifferent gazes and apathetic lines few would call mouths. She screamed and threw herself at her sire; hands flashing and she tried to hit him. Her raged strikes were met with emotionless blocks and bored dodges. He didn't meet her rage any differently then he had met her silence. Indifference. Emotionless-ness. Apathy. Not surprise, not a horrified gasp that she would saw such things and that she would act as such.
But what was to be expected? He reacted the same to any emotion she ever displayed. It was sad, really, that no matter what she did or how she acted he wouldn't care. At all.
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Hinata let the daydream slip away and she lifted her head. Someone had spoken to her and she'd wanted to respond with 'What do you want?' But she responded with a 'yes sir' instead, avoiding eye contact like that plague and handing him the requested bowl of food. She wanted to sigh but... well… her 'family' was around and when the 'family' was around, emotions weren't. Simple, cold, dead, hard truth.
There was no love in either of the Hyuuga houses. And while everybody knew that… nobody seemed to care.