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Italics-Thoughts

Bold-Flashbacks

"Hanabi how was your first spar with Neji?" questioned an interested Hiashi Hyuuga. It was a rare treat to find the Hyuuga clan head interested in something, but when he was it was obvious where Hanabi got her curiosity from.

"It was nice, Father. I got a whole inch off Neji!" replied an enthusiastic Hanabi.

"You beat your cousin? Even amazingly during your first spar against him." said Hiashi in a strong tone, pride shined through his pupil less eyes.

"No, Father I never said I won. Neji beat me after two minutes." smiled a giggling Hanabi.

"Well then what did you mean by 'I got a whole inch off Neji'?" sighed a very confused Hiashi.

"I meant I cut off a whole inch of his hair."

Neji was speeding up behind her. She could feel it, but having the Byakugan helped. She spun on her heel and with a gentle flick of her wrist; the kunai waltzed through the air.

Neji dodged, as he always did. The sharp weapon did not even touch him. But Neji's long, hip length hair, held together at the end with a band, trailed lightly behind him.

The kunai pierced the band and cut off an inch of her cousin's hair.

Oh, how Hanabi was jealous of that hair. It wasn't fair, Neji did everything right.

Why should his hair be any different? Hanabi's own hair was rough, sometimes tangled so messy, it resembled straw. Neji's hair was soft and always clean.

"I wonder how he get's his hair like that. He doesn't even give a damn about it." thought Hanabi.

Hanabi gently tapped on the door to Neji's room.

"Enter" said Neji, in a monotone voice.

Hanabi slowly opened the door and entered the room. It had been a long while since she had entered Neji's room. Normally when she needed something from him, she would have looked around the house and local places in the village. She hardly ever looked for him in his room.

"Neji, if I ask you an odd question. Would you give me an honest answer?" asked Hanabi

"Yes, I have nothing to hide." was Neji's returned answer.

"Why is your hair different than mine?"

"Different…how?" questioned Neji.

"Softer, less straw-like."

"I don't know. You probably you a different shampoo than I do, is all."

"We use the same, I checked before."

"Then, genetics."

"We have the same genetics, you dumb ass!" screamed Hanabi