A/N: Welcome back to the 12 days after christmas, As you can see Hinata is still not in the best of moods, This chapter will be told from Hiashi's point of view since he and Shikaku are the reason for this mess we will see how they feel about Hinata's treatment of Shikamaru.
Enjoy!
The third day after christmas Hiashi Hyuga had awoke to the sound of his son in law to be screaming bloody murder. Apparently Hanabi had gone to visit with Hinata and it was discovered that she had a cold. Her elder sister had used the herbs that Shikamaru had recieved during his time in the Hidden Sand village to make her some soup. All three expensive vials, gone into a soup for a thirteen year old child.
Hiashi could do nothing but smile at the antics of his daughter, it would seem she was playing hard to get just like her mother Hisako had done many years ago. Shikamaru would either learn to live with it or be forced to face her unholy wrath.
He shook his head and continued on with his day, There was literally no telling what had set Hinata off this time but he was sure that Shikamaru could handle whatever it was. Truth be told he didn't particularly care so long as he made it to the wedding, it wasn't that he didn't love his daughter or the boy she would be marrying Hiashi was just excited about the idea of being able to step down as clan head.
A set of kunai went flying past him and he nearly sweat dropped, Yep Hinata was Hisako made over. The way she stood with her hands on her hips looking ever so fusturated reminded him of the night that Hisako told him she was pregnant and it wasn't a boy. His reaction had been less than stellar and she had nearly killed him that night, if it hadn't been for Hizashi coming to the rescue she might have actually done it.
He peered around the door eyes darting back and forth looking for any signs of life.
Shikamaru groaning after ducking behind a tree had been all the clarification needed. The boy could dodge an attack from his future wife with ease, there was hope for him yet.
Or so he thought.
His nineteen year old daughter seemed to be preforming the hand signs for an attack her mother favored throughout her life in the Hyuga clan. He himself had to make sure he was a good distance away before he kept watching.
Shikamaru had made a small error in thinking that a tree would stop his torture, Hinata never really did take kindly to being yelled at.
"Eight trigrams, Grid palm!" The minute her hand hit the ground Hiashi winced. He could hear Shikamaru yelp before he took to the trees, Hinata not too far behind him.
Hiashi sighed softly making his way off the porch to go and pay his respects to his wife as per usual before starting his day. The Hyuga head contemplating what he had just witnessed decided in that moment that he would employ some help for Shikamaru.
On second thought, Maybe I will teach him my hiding spaces.
He could only hope Shikamaru could survive to the wedding.