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Next Chapter!

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It was hours later that Hinata woke, due to a knock on her door.

"Hinata, dinners ready." It was Hinabi.

Giving out a strangled moan of recognition, Hinata rose from her bed. Her stomach was still exposed, and Hinata felt a bit sad looking down at it.

After tonight, I'm positive nothing will remain the same.

Sighing, she got up and went down to the dining room. A comfortable silence floated over the table as the family ate. Hinata wasn't really paying that much attention to her food, as her mind was focused on coming up with a way to tell her sister without freaking her out. An out-of-the-blue urge swept over her, and she left the table without excusing herself. She knew that her father would probably shout after her, but all she wanted was to get to a bathroom.

She knelt in front of the toilet, trying to kick the door shut. It bounced off the lock and swung back into her leg, just as she began heaving up everything she had eaten. She knew that coz the door was open, someone would come investigate, but there was bugger all she could do about it. It took several mouthfuls of vomit before her body decided it had had enough. She leaned back and sat on the toilet floor, shaking with tears rolling down her cheeks.

The sadness overwhelmed her; it was the first time she had had to puke in front of someone. At school she had just been able to excuse herself from class and puke alone in the bathroom. Now there would be questions. Questions that she wasn't sure how to answer. Tell the truth? No. Not yet. Not to my father. Just Hinabi tonight.

Hinata felt her heart pulse quicken as someone came rushing to the toilet. To her great relief, it was Hinabi. She stood in the doorway, concern plastered on her face.

"Jeez. If you didn't like my cooking, there is a nicer way to say so. You alright?"

Hinata nodded, not sure if she really was. When Hinabi was sure she wouldn't puke again, or pass out, she hurried off to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Upon returning, she found Hinata slowly getting to her feet, reaching out to flush the toilet. She waited a moment, then handed Hinata the glass.

"You sure you're okay?"

Hinata gulped the water down. "Aha. Something didn't agree with me." She winced as she heard the lie in her voice. She hoped Hinabi wouldn't pick up on it, but saw her sister frown.

"Okay," Hinabi said hesitantly. She leaned over to whisper in Hinatas ear, "After dinner I want the truth." She forcefully took the glass, all the care gone from her face. Spinning on her heel, she went to return the glass to the kitchen.

Hinata couldn't help but pale. Maybe this isn't such a great idea.

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And just to add to the over-use of the cliché - THE PLOT THICKENS! My English teacher would be proud.

There is nothing more insulting than someone puking up your cooking, trust me I know (I gave my sister food poisoning when I was about 7) XP

In case you don't get why she cried after puking, I put it there because that's what I do. I also sit down. JUST BE THANKFUL I DIDN'T SAY THAT IT CAME OUT HER NOSE! *hates it when that happens – also hates when it gets in hair*

Review – tell me if you think I'm dragging everything out too long.

If I am, I'm sorry. I'm just trying to fill time whilst I figure out what the hell I'm going to make happen next.