Despite the fact that it was several hours after he usually got up, Hiashi didn't want to get out of bed. Yesterday had been hell, and today was looking to be worse. The only thing that had enabled him to bear the day before was the knowledge that everyone believed that he and his brother were off training with their clan and nobody knew that...
"I'm sorry Hiashi-sama, but your father sent me to retrieve you and make sure you were ready for the day." a Branch House member said as she entered his room and pulled the covers off him.
Grumbling, he crawled off of his nice warm futon and got dressed in the fortunately androgynous clothing that his female identity wore. After popping in the contacts that made his eyes look normal, he stood still and allowed the Branch House member who'd folded his futon up and put it away to do his hair up in that godawful style that it had been in yesterday, completing the process that turned him into Hanamori Keiko.
Figuring that he didn't have time for training due to his remaining curled in bed far beyond the normal hour, he decided that he may as well go and get breakfast for once in his life. Entering the family dining area, he noted that "Kei" was up, ready for the day, and nursing an injured hand.
"What happened to you?" he asked his twin who used to be a near-perfect mirror image of him if one didn't notice the extra weight.
"I kinda forgot that we weren't identical anymore." Kei as he was to think of his brother as when they were in their disguises replied.
"How did us not being identical result in your hand being injured?" he asked.
"You know how you're always staying out for hours during morning training?" his twin asked, sounding slightly sheepish.
"Yes?" he asked, wondering why his sibling's habit of cutting out on their training a half hour early was significant in any way.
"Well, I kinda learned that I could get an extra breakfast if I let my hair down and ran through fast enough." his twin replied quickly, as if he could slip the words past his sibling and avoid the coming blow.
As Hiashi who really should start thinking of himself as Keiko in order to properly be in the role by the time he and his no-longer identical twin brother went to meet their team processed his brother's reply, several pieces fell into place.
"You're the bastard who's been eating my lunch!" he yelled as he leapt upon his sibling.
Back when he was at the Academy, he'd retrieve his bento to find it empty three days out of five, and never the same three days. When he complained, nobody would give him any sympathy or share their meal with him because someone would always mention having seen him eating it earlier. He'd figured that someone with a pair of brass ones had been Hengeing into him, and had strongly suspected the Uchiha who hadn't been too happy to learn that he wasn't at the head of the pack as he thought he should have been.
It had seemed like something that a sneaky bastard like a Uchiha would pull. As his father had told him many times before, the Uchiha were the sort who would smile to your face and plot your demise as they did so.
As it turned out however, it had been his own brother who had been stealing his food. His own brother whom he should have suspected considering the fact that he supposedly wasn't given any more food than he was yet was heavier than him for some reason. He'd heard that much of the Branch House tended to be Passive-Aggressive in their dealings with the Main House, and often with everyone else as well, but he hadn't realized that his own brother had fallen into that category until now.
He was left with the feeling that he'd been badly betrayed somehow.
As he was punching his brother in the gut, not caring about style or dignity or anything that the heir to the Hyuuga clan should be concerned with, he felt a pair of hands firmly grab him and pull him off his brother. Turning to see who it was, he found himself looking up at the stern visage of his father.
"Despite the fact that you are supposed to be playing your roles until they are second nature, I will not have any children of mine brawling like common hooligans. Especially not in my house." his father said coldly as Hizashi scuttled backwards and then picked himself off the floor and stood at attention, waiting for the coming punishment for brawling with his brother in the dining hall.
Their father gave a disgusted sigh.
"Go and get yourselves back in order and make your way out to your team meeting place." the man said. "I won't have my children looking like a pair of delinquents, which you will if you end up turning up late looking like that."
"Don't think you've escaped your punishment however, it will be waiting for you when you return." their father said when Hizashi gave a relieved sigh and turned to leave in order to clean up his bloody nose.
Both boys remained silent and refused to look at each-other as they cleaned themselves up and got themselves in order. Eventually, they left, and before they could get a hundred yards away from the compound, they were waylaid by something red.
"Me and some of the girls are going out this evening, and you're coming with us-ttebane." the chubby cheeked redhead said without preamble as she latched onto "Keiko".
"I, er, um," Keiko said as she tried to extricate herself from the Uzumaki.
"Oh, how cute, you're shy!" the Uzumaki said. "That's okay, several of the other girls are shy also, but I'll get them over it soon."
"Uh, Uzumaki-san, my teammate and I need to..." Kei said, catching the attention of the redheaded girl who was going on and on about someone named Mikoto who was apparently the shyest of the bunch when it came to her "friends".
"Oh, sorry, yeah, the test. I just got off mine and my new Sensei dismissed me for the day. Don't worry about it-ttebane! As long as you stick together you'll be fine!" the Uzumaki girl said, mercifully releasing Keiko.
"You so totally owe me for this." Kei muttered as the Uzumaki vanished in the distance to loudly go do whatever.
"No I don't." Keiko replied, sore over the fact that her brother had been eating her food for years.