Disclaimer: Not mine, duh.
A/N: Um...you could say the plot was based on personal experience. Shameless family fluff - you have been warned.
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Hinata's current profession was an author. How she managed to get her uptight, stick-up-the-behind father to approve of such a quote unquote 'unstable and lowly occupation' was a mystery to all. But she got the job, so that's beside the point as of now.
Her sleep habits were turning to crap. That is not to say she's become an insomniac not much different from our beloved-but-still-alive Gaara-san. It simply meant that her internal clock has gone all awry and is in need of a good screw.
Hinata sighed and ran her fingers through her midnight blue locks. Thinking up a plot for her debut was seriously affecting her. In fact, the non-existant plot has been weighing heavily in her mind and seems that it wouldn't be moving out anytime soon. (She tried picturing a paper white canvas blotting out everything in her head – emptying her head, ne? But alas, it didn't work. -Insert wince- )
A movement in her peripherial vision caught her attention.
Shit! Hanabi!
She froze like a deer caught in headlights, pondering her next move: Ignore or Apologise. Being the polite (coughcowardcough) soon-to-be-ex heiress that she was, she whispered, "Sorry for waking you, Hanabi-chan..."
Her firecracker of a sister's next moves left her surprised and oddly tingly – in a satisfied kind of way, though.
"Here." A disgruntled (Hinata thinks so, since everything was shrouded in inky blackness belonging to the night. Hey! A pretty phrase to use! - Her head isn't as enthusiastic about this...discovery, though.) Hanabi plopped a stuffed puppy by her bed. She smiled. The puppy – ineptly named 'Scalliwag' when Neji was feeling spiteful – was a 'sleep charm'.
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"Sleep charm?"
"Yep, it makes me feel safe enough to sleep! Isn't that right, Glenda?" Hinata wonders if she should gush at the cuteness that is the interaction between Hanabi-chan and her toy or feel...weirded out.
"Scalliwag." Both girls turned their heads to the direction of their cousin's voice. "Oh dear, meanie's back from work." The elder sister heard the sercet one-person conversation between the toy and owner.
"Mou, nii-san. Just 'cause you're a grouch doesn't mean you can na-" This calls for intervenation, Hinata thought, mouth curling slightly in distaste. Again.
"But 'Scalliwag' sounds...um...I mean, doesn't the name just roll off your tongue quite fluently? Um...ha...ha?...that's what I think..."
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Their...weirded out stares never did leave her memory. So much for being a kind soul...Hinata shook herself out of her momentary state of depression.
Mouthing thanks to her sister (whom had already climbed into bed and wrapped herself into a lump of cotton), she grabbed her laptop and hid in the kitchen, finally having some sort of material to work with.
Anou...the sleep charm didn't work though. Gomen-ne, Hanabi-chan.