Disc.: No one on this website owns it... or maybe Kishi is right under our noses... *conspiracy theory*

Note: READ ME! – just to get your attention. Ahem. I know this is not the continuation but I saw a review from RefusedAngel about having Hanabi and *he who will not be named here but later on* together and I just couldn't resist.

Thoughts of a Hyuga Father

Thoughts on Second Daughters (aka: the other one)

–At Hyuga Dinner: Wednesday Night–

My conspiracy theory all started forming just before I was face down in a bowl of soup on a Wednesday. Yes, Wednesday. The least favourite day of the week: no, really, it's right in the middle of my working days, Monday to Friday; this means that it's no longer the beginning of the week where I brood over going back to work nor is it the end of the week where I celebrate the joys of no paperwork. The Hokage isn't the only one who gets paper work. So as you can tell, I don't like Wednesday which is why it was somewhat ironic to find out that yet again I was losing a daughter.

Hinata?

Not her.

The other one.

Flashback

–At Hyuga Dinner: 10 minutes ago–

Hanabi was smiling when she entered the dining hall from training. (Keyword: smiling. Emphasis on smiling.)

Hiashi face vaulted into his soup.

Neji cackled then screamed obscenities at the drowning Hyuga and Hinata took that opportunity to escape the evil and controlling clutches of Hiashi the dragon, in his evil chambers located in Dictator World to go and live in the happy world of Happy World where she would reside in Marshmallow Lane and eventually marry the Ramen King who lived on Ichiraku Lane in Miso Ramen Palace and bear his Ramen Babies – I mean, she took that opportunity to... eat? (1)

End Flashback

Hanabi: the daughter who I doted on more.

The daughter with more talent.

The daughter with more confidence.

The daughter a clan leader would be proud of.

The daughter who killed her mother during childbirth...

...The daughter who left me wifeless...

...The reason my bed is cold...

Sniff.

"I never had that problem when Hinata was born!"

"Father?" enquired Hanabi.

"Oh! I did not see you there..." act calm, internal dialogue became external dialogue...

"But I'm right beside you..."

"Um. Ahem. Well... I just came in and didn't see you."

"No. You were drowning in your soup. We watched... for a while. The servants pulled you out of it and gave you a towel. You dried off and yelled 'I never had that problem when Hinata was born' which I can assume is a jab at me for something I did wrong which I am not aware of."

"... oh, I'm going to go to my study now; that was a great meal and I couldn't possibly eat anymore."

"We haven't eaten yet."

"Damn, Wednesday."

–Konoha Tea District: Wednesday Afternoon–

Taking a break from my meetings with blood sucking monsters, aka, the Village Elders (yes, this time I'm not covering up the truth, the statement is true) I decided to go down to Konoha Tea District to drink tea and clear my head.

It was a peaceful and wonderful afternoon (which was odd) but I did not (for once) let my suspicions and conspiracy theories get the better of me; I realised that when I think negatively, bad things happen so what would happen if I thought positively? And thus I proceeded walking to my favourite tea shop and get a new prospective of life.

Sitting humbly (translation: proudly. smugly. arrogantly. condescendingly; take your pick.) with a humble (translation: see previous brackets) expression I, with my marvellous, magnificent eyes (if you have it, flaunt it) that are so sharp that metaphorically they are sharper than newly made kunai, shuriken and shards of glass put together, gazed around, since my eyes don't even have to focus to pick out the most precise details, when I saw my Hanabi.

My genius off-spring slacking off when she could be training?

A Hyuga not training? Unheard of, even if the child isn't born. Us, Hyugas', know how strong a child will be even before birth by judging the strength of their kicks in the womb – the strength of the kicks makes those pregnant with a Hyuga child weep at every kick. Yes, we Hyugas' are amazing and training even before birth – even though we could be possibly killing our mothers' slowly from the inside.

I think the moral is that Hyugas equals womb/mother/concubine (they're all the same thing) killers.

Back to the plot.

So I ignored her being content with the fact that her not being on the training grounds must mean that she is on a mission and it might just be that she has to go and drink tea from the tea district to complete the mission.

With pride in my daughter's mission and not slacking off, I coincidently crept up swiftly – not before purposely tripping up the Uchiha and stealing his son's, aged three, ice cream cone. The baby Uchiha wailed and kicked me in the shin – and coincidently sat in a booth not too far from Hanabi where I could coincidently make sure she was okay whilst I coincidently was able to (attempted to) eavesdrop on her conversation; I wasn't purposely spying.

With the little I could hear in the crowded area, I managed to pick up that she was with a male associate, proof that it may be a mission like guarding an important person since Hyugas take only the best missions, but with further eavesdropping this dream was destroyed, ripped up, had the remaining pieces desiccated, liquefied, drank, excreted and spat on again.

She was with a boy.

"Hyuga-sama here's your tea." - waitress.

Cup placed on table.

Slowly losing control I took a sip of the tea to prepare myself, more accurately, my throat, for the ranting I would most likely do when I march up there when I Hanabi emmited a sound.

"Would you like anything else, Hyuga-sama?" – waitress.

A sound I haven't heard since Hanabi's very, very, early childhood days.

–Insert spit take.

Spurt. –

A giggle.

–Insert waitress on receiving end.

High pitched scream. –

Hanabi giggled.

My cold hearted girl giggled?

"Hyuga-baka! Look at what you've done! I'm soaking wet!"

Hm, I guess I won't be coming back to the tea district after word gets out of my tea spitting on waitresses.

Now time for my stealthy escape before Hanabi notices.

"Father?"

Great.

I blame Wednesday.

–At the gates of the Hyuga Compound: Wednesday morning–

I like to start my Wednesday morning the right way by watching the sun rise on my porch, just opposite the main gates. It used to be part of my daily routine when my wife was alive; it was her idea, she loved the warmth the sun brought.

Hm. I think my wife was destined to be a Hyuga since she loved the sun and Hyuga means towards the sun. You could she had a sun fetish or liked anything that brought warmth to her. Putting it that way, I feel like a better person since, obviously, my cheeriness and kindness brought warmth to her heart and made her fall in love with me.

So as I pondered over what else she loved about me and made a mental list of over fifty things that are lovable, I saw (MY EYES SEE ALL, DAMMIT!) a quick flash of dark hair passed which assumed must be Hanabi, or Hinata but the latter isn't important enough at the moment.

Deciding that it would be nice to spend quality time, without it revolving around training (gasp), I walked up to the gates and heard two voices: one, obviously, Hanabi's and the other, recognisable. Approaching the voices I was shocked to see a brown haired boy embracing my Hanabi whilst praising her.

By the time they had broke apart, the boy, grinning widely like that brat (Naruto) at my blushing little girl.

"Hey Old man! Those maids of yours cook great food, even prepared a bubble bath for me and ironed my clothes which they washed last night!" the brat was here? In my compound? He STAYED over in my compound, SLEPT most likely in my daughter's bed in my compound, ATE my food in my compound, had his clothes IRONED and WASHED in my compound and BATHED in one of my bathroom in my compound? "Are you okay? You look red."

"Hey! Boss (2)! Look at what Hanabi-chan gave me! Two free Ichiraku ramen coupons; let's go!"

"Yosh! Let us hurry Konohamaru!"

They promptly left in a frantic, maddened sprint towards the stall.

Hanabi looked like she'd been slapped right across the face (3).

Hinata was humming, a piece of toast with a honey spread in her hand she wasn't eating for the moment, as she picked flowers in the garden; a very concerning swarm of bees were getting closer to the heir.

A semi-naked Neji was being chased by a horde of fan girls (In your face Neji! That's karma, bitch!).

And I got into my –very– old ANBU uniform (4); two people need to be disposed of.

A/N: BTW, each bit happened a week, or whenever after each other: none of the above happened all on one Wednesday.

(1): I re-read that bit and realised the whole paragraph is so dysfunctional (this sentence doesn't make sense -_- nor does the paragraph T_T). Sadly, I'm not on/taking/drinking anything (you know, bad stuff), or ever will be, which means it was all me! *cries* What do my antibiotics count?

(2): I've only watched the English (boo! hiss! dubbing is bad!) episodes with Konohamaru in them... What does he call Naruto in the Japanese (yay, for the originals!) episodes?

(3): Just encase it wasn't clear: Hanabi hoped to go out with Konohamaru to Ichiraku but once Naruto was on the scene Konohamaru left her for him - man crush or just a meal with his "boss"?

(4): I made that up but I imagine he was an ANBU at some point. What animal mask do you think Hiashi had/could have/possibly had?