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Summary: And why exactly had Hiashi such a negative attitude towards Naruto?

A/N: This one is a bit more drabblish sort... oh well. It happens. But that aside, a real life is will soon step between me and mah fics. That means the updates on this will be irregular like no tomorrow.

I is sad.

Well, off we go.

"Is this really okay with you, Naruto?" Sakura hissed angrily when Hinata hurried back to cleaning the kitchen. "I bet she does all the household chores, the cleaning, the cooking, and even the dishes afterwards?"

The blond tilted his head in confusion. "Why wouldn't it be? Her cooking is the best. And the place is practically shining! She is very good at housework, you know."

Sakura sighed and rubbed her forehead. From the very start she had been sceptical of Naruto as a husband, but the completely clueless attitude of the man surpassed even her greatest (or worst) expectations. So far, a visit to Uzumaki household had been like a time travel trip to the era when women were expected to keep home and never work outside of the house.

"That's not the point, Naruto. The point is that she does this all the time. Both at her own house and here at your is your girlfriend, and you are treating her like a servant. Isn't there something wrong with this picture?"

Naruto looked thoughtful. He glanced to the direction of the kitchen, where the sound of running water could be heard. It had caused Hinata some stress to do the dishes when was supposed to be, according to her own words, entertaining their guest, but Sakura had convinced her that it was okay by saying that she had to talk a bit with Naruto anyway.

"You are right, Sakura-chan. Weird how I never thought about it before, but it really is a bit inappropriate."

Sakura smiled and patted his head, glad that some of her words had finally gotten through Naruto's thick head. "Good boy. I believe you will make some changes, then. I have to go now, say goodbye to Hinata from me. And remember to be nice."

Naruto grinned. "No problem, Sakura-chan. I definitely will."

A few weeks later, Hiashi came to their house for a small scale dinner party to meet his future son-in-law. He had decided to arrive an four earlier than the event was supposed to be held, just for the sake of appearance.

Hiashi Hyuuga was a man who kept others on their toes. The people living closest to him put professional ballerinas to shame.

Ringing the doorbell, he counted the seconds it took the door to be opened. The time was remarkably long. This young man didn't make a good first impression.

It was his daughter who opened the door. Seeing her father was the one standing behind it, she almost jumped out of her skin.

"Father! I'm sorry, we weren't expecting you yet. I haven't cleaned yet, the meal isn't ready.. but please come inside, father, and make yourself comfortable." Hinata hurriedly retrieved from the doorway to let his father step inside.

"Thank you, Hinata." Hiashi walked into the entryway, looking at her daughter's choice of dressing with mild curiosity and annoyance. "Hinata, are you entirely sure your clothing is appropriate for the event?"

Hinata blushed bright red. "I apologize, father." She brushed the hem of her short, black and white dress with her other hand. "This dress is a gift from Naruto. He said that since I do the housework all the time, it's suitable that I'm dressed for the job. French maids are also very elegant, and personally I like this dress a lot."

Hiashi cocked his eyebrow. This young man truly didn't give out a good first impression.

A/N: Naruto is such a dork. Not a meanie or bully, just a dork. And Hinata loves him for it. xD