Hinata blinked up owlishly at Kankuro, then over to Gaara and the shinobi guards, but her gaze was pulled back to her husband. He looked …expressionless. This wasn't a joke.

"D…d..dead?" Hinata stammered, her wide eyes focused on her husband's dark and narrowed gaze.

"She was found early this evening. You were reported in the vicinity." Gaara spoke with calculating coldness. He was watching closely for her reactions.

Hinata caught her breath at that. "I…I didn't kill h…her." She told Kankuro, ignoring the others in the room.

Kankuro stared at her, unsure what to think. He didn't want to believe she'd killed Aomi, but wondered if his feelings were induced by lust for his wife. Just how well did he really know her? "You said she came to visit you today?"

Hinata nodded, plucking at the comforter with hesitantly, but keeping her eyes firmly on his. "S…she came to t…tell me sh..she was your ll…l..love and she w…was ke…keeping you."

Gaara grunted, but didn't comment.

"Where were you today?" Kankuro asked, keeping his voice level.

Hinata went pale and cold. He thought she'd done it! She shook her head at him. "D…did you l…love her?"

Her husband's eyes narrowed on her further. "Answer my question."

Hinata sat up tall and narrowed her eyes back on him. "A…answer mine."

"Go away, Kankuro." Gaara told his brother almost gently. "This will go easier without you here."

The other shinobi in the room were growing uncomfortable as they watched the couple eye each other.

The puppeteer looked at his brother. "I'm not leaving without knowing what happened. I don't really think Hinata capable of killing Aomi."

"Why not???" Hinata shouted. The Hyuuga was a shy girl, and her temper was slow to rise. But once roused, she was a sight to behold. "Why am I not capable of killing that bitch?"

Gaara caught his breath as he looked down at his sister-by-marriage. Was she about to confess?

Kankuro stood up, towering over his wife still sitting on the bed. "It's not anything bad. Why are you getting upset here? Can't you see that I'm defending you, Hinata!"

Hinata, not thinking, jumped up to shout back into her husband's face. Standing on the bed gave her the height advantage. "I don't need you to d…defend me!" She yelled, for once her cheeks red with anger instead of embarrassment.

Gaara swallowed hard, while the guards behind him started to smile. The Kazekage hadn't put much thought in Hinata other than as an obstacle to his brother's life. The virago now standing on the bed, though, might explain his brother's fascination with the Leaf jounin. She was hot. There was no other word for it. Maybe Kankuro hadn't come out of this deal as badly as Gaara had first thought.

Hinata was standing with her hands on her hips, staring murderously at her husband. The nighty that she was wearing showed …almost everything. Her well toned legs and barely covered ass drew a soft whistle from one of the guards while Kankuro was staring right at her nearly exposed bosom.

Kankuro's eyes went wide as he realized how openly the men were ogling his wife. He'd never been bitten so much with jealousy, but possessiveness grabbed him with both hands and shook him deeply. The puppeteer grabbed the comforter from the bed and tried to wrap it around his lovely, if fuming, wife.

She kept batting his hands away. He couldn't get the comforter around her as she effortlessly went into the Gentle Fist movement patterns and neatly blocked his every move.

Gaara's eyes grew big with appreciation. Her movements were subtle and graceful, and with each move the short nighty flirted with exposing creamy flesh. He wasn't sure which he appreciated more, the elegant motion or the naughty flashes of skin. He could have used his sand to shield her from view, but frankly, he kind of liked the view.

"Gaara!" Kankuro roared, catching sight of his brother's bemused stare.

Gaara? Hinata stopped cold. She'd forgotten they weren't alone. With sudden horror, she activated her Byakugan and noted that every eye in the room was focused …on her. With a yelp, she grabbed the comforter from her husband's grip and wrapped herself from head to toe.

Several of the men made 'awww' sounds. Gaara just shrugged at his brother, unrepentant.

"H…how could you l…let me s…st..stand there like t…t…that!" Hinata wailed, the comforter covering even the lower part of her face as she stared accusingly at her husband.

Kankuro growled and rolled his eyes. "Let's not get carried away here. You were the one standing there nearly nude!"

Hinata gasped and shook with both fury and embarrassement.

"Did you kill Aomi?" He continued angrily.

Hearing her rival's name falling so easily from her husband's lips made the purple-haired kunoichi see red. "NO!" Hinata screamed and tried to kick him, but ended up almost falling as she tangled with the comforter.

Gaara's amusement peeped out through his small smile. "Go get dressed and meet me in my office, this is getting us no where. Kankuro, come with me."

The puppeteer reluctantly picked up his discarded shirt and followed his younger brother from the room. The two guards followed, but remained outside the door to 'escort' the Lady Hinata to the Kazekage office once she was ready.

o.O.o.O.o.O

"Shizune?" Hiashi called to the young woman as she came down the stairs. "Might I have a moment to speak with you?"

She nodded, unsurprised. "Your daughter is healing well and should begin to use her arm in a light work out tomorrow. I trust you won't allow her to over do it? The tissue is still healing."

Hiashi nodded as he gestured for her to have a seat. "Yah, I went over the recommended exercises with the Hokage yesterday. Neji and I have both looked them over carefully and will follow the rules completely." He paused a moment, before asking, "The lunch we had at Suzu's the other day …"

"Ah!" Shizune clucked her tongue lightly. "I'd almost forgotten about that. You had something you wished to speak with me about? Your note gave me no clues."

The Hyuuga clan leader nodded, having his suspicions confirmed. Although, to hear Shizune say she'd nearly 'forgotten' their lunch out, smarted a bit. It may have been a set up by Hanabi, but it was still a personal lunch with an eligible bachelor. He'd had a pleasant enough time chatting with her that day, and he'd at least thought she'd enjoyed it too.

"It seems Hanabi was pulling a prank." He said a bit harsher than he'd intended. "I also received a note, and thought you had been the one to set up the meeting at lunch."

Shizune looked puzzled at that. "But, didn't you send me a request to meet?"

Hiashi shook his head. "I'll give you a hint. This morning my daughter asked me what my favorite colors and scents were. Care to hazard a guess as to my answers?"

The kunoichi sighed and chuckled ruefully. "Perhaps purple and something lightly scented? Is Hanabi trying to …what? Match us up?"

The Hyuuga nodded and apologized. "I'm sorry. For my family I offer you my humble apologies for the intrusion on your schedule. I'll be speaking with Hanabi, you can rest assured."

Shizune waved a hand, still chuckling. "It's not a concern. Actually, it's rather sweet of her and I hope you won't look on her too harshly. Although, how she expected it to work I just don't know. Simply ridiculous."

Hiashi paused. He'd never thought of Shizune as a possible mate, either romantically or matrimonially. But to hear her dismiss even the possibility of such, with him, was a slight blow to his Hyuuga ego. He'd not even considered remarrying after the death of his wife, but had always thought others had looked on him as at least …eligible.

"Yes. Ridiculous." Hiashi gave her a polite smile. "As I said, I will speak with her and take care of the matter."

Unaware that she'd stung the Hyuuga's pride, Shizune nodded. "My thanks, and again please don't be too harsh on her. Romantic nonsense is all a part of growing up for a young girl."

o.O.o.O.o.O

Gaara looked up at the knock on his door. Temari poked her head inside. "I hear you're looking for me?"

The Kazekage frowned, had he called for his sister? Oh …wait, he remembered now. "Perhaps later, something's come up."

"Anything important?" Temari asked as she slid into one of the seats with practiced ease.

Gaara sighed. "Kankuro's wife. It appears she may have killed someone."

Temari's eyebrow shot up in surprise. "Really? Well, she is a jounin after all. I'm sure she's killed several someones. Anyone in particular?" She asked, then gave a small chuckle. "Aomi perhaps?"

Light-jade eyes widened fractionally and then narrowed on her avidly. "Why mention Aomi?"

The blond laughed lightly. "Oh, only that Hinata kicked her ass earlier today. The bitch snuck into the residence, something to look into by the way."

"Did Aomi leave alive?" Gaara asked with interest.

Temari's gaze sharpened as she stiffened, looking at Gaara with return interest. "Why? She's not dead is she?" Then caught her breath as her brother nodded slowly. "When did this happen?"

"Between 3:30 and 5:00 o'clock today. She was seen entering an inn at that time, and was found at 5:00 by a maid."

Gaara watched as his sister pondered this information. "I was with Hinata and Anko this afternoon until about 2:00 or 2:30. She begged for some time alone after that, said she was tired from the journey, but I expect she was just embarrassed."

"Why?" He asked. "Do you think she was trying to get away from you to meet up with someone else?"

Temari shrugged. "I wouldn't have thought so, not from the way she was acting. Anko's a bit much and Hinata's so shy. After shopping for lingerie, I just thought Hinata's nerves couldn't take much more." She deliberately didn't mention the fact that Hinata was still a virgin and Kankuro's marriage status was nebulous at best.

"Lingerie?" Gaara sat back, a silly smile playing on his lips. "Was the small white thingy part of that shopping trip?"

"I found that, made her get it. I think she had her eyes closed the whole time she was trying it on." Temari laughed at the memory. "Wait, where did you see it?"

Gaara grinned widely. "Being modeled live and up close."

Temari just stared at him. "She showed you?" She swallowed in sheer disbelief. "Really?"

The Kazekage shook his head. "Not on purpose. She was so busy being angry at Kankuro that I think she forgot I was there. There's more to her than meets the eye." He told her with a quick grin.

The wind kunoichi smiled and ignored the racy comment. Oh yes, there was more than met the eye. Not only beautiful and shy, Hinata was also manipulative and smart. But had she committed murder?

"Of course, I've learned there's more to you than I knew too." Gaara said almost hesitantly, which made Temari look at him suspiciously.

"No."

"No what?" Gaara said, "I haven't asked you anything yet."

"No, I won't tell you who I've slept with." Temari told him point blank.

Gaara sighed. "Why not? It's not a state secret or anything, right? We're not talking about someone from another village are we?" He dug slightly for answers.

Temari stiffened unhappily, looking away with a pained expression. But she didn't say a word.

Gaara frowned. So, it was someone from another village, but who? And why did she look so unhappy about it? Mere curiousity grew in that moment to a full fledged need to know. Who had put that kind of pain on his sister's face? Now he HAD to find out.

o.O.o.O.o.O

After Shizune left, Hiashi activated his Byakugan and located his nephew on the training grounds with Yugao. He nodded with approval as Neji showed the sensei all the exercises that the Hokage had recommended for Hanabi.

Until those chuunin exams several years ago, the only thing he saw when he looked at his nephew was his father's face. The face of Hiashi's twin brother. A brother who had died in his stead in order to be 'free'.

So guilt had been the overriding emotion he'd associated with his nephew, guilt and self-shame. It had been Hizashi's choice, but a choice that had long puzzled his twin. Watching his daughters grow up together, and then watching Neji slowly assimilate into that dynamic over the last few years had often pleased and irritated Hiashi all at the same time. He often wondered what closeness he'd missed with his own twin, if fate had not decreed they belong to the Hyuuga family.

Then, in those chuunin exams, Neji had shocked him by showing that he'd been able to activate and use the family jutsu despite the seals placed upon him as a young child. He'd defied fate. And Naruto had defied fate when he'd defeated the much more powerful Neji, and then later, the demon-child Gaara.

The concept of 'fate' had taken some heavy blows in the Hyuuga household in the last few years.

Always before, Hiashi had thought that the premature death of his lovely wife Kioshi was merely a whim of fate. After she'd died, the Hyuuga had lived through all the speculations and rumors about her death. He'd faced down all the whispers of murder and infidelity, focusing on politics and finding proper care and instruction for his young daughters.

Had he ignored himself? Should he have remarried?

Hiashi thrust those maudlin thoughts aside as he reached the training grounds. He stopped to watch the elegant moves of the exercises. Both Neji and Yugao moved with consummate care and attention to detail, almost like a unit, or a …a dance.

Sunlight shone down on the two as he watched them. The light shining off of Yugao's blue hair, catching his eye. Hiashi watched his daughter's sensei as she moved through the various stages of the exercises. Every motion was graceful, but powerful. Beautiful but deadly, just as he hoped for his daughters.

"Hyuuga-sama." Yugao acknowledged his presence as she grabbed a towel after finishing her movements.

"Uncle." Neji bowed his own head briefly, but had looked a bit …disgruntled? Hiashi wondered what was bothering his nephew. "Lord Tomi and his family are away?"

Ah. Hiashi briefly toyed with the idea of telling Neji that a match between he and Lord Tomi's middle daughter was not in the offering. But decided not to do so, in case anything changed. It was still a good match on paper at least.

"Yes, they're away safely." He told Neji, then paused as he saw the relieved look in Neji's pale eyes, and the swift peek at the woman beside him. Was Neji interested in Hanabi's sensei? Hiashi would keep his eyes open. Yugao's family wasn't as high as the Hyuugas, but their name was an old and well respected one. She was older than he, but not by too much.

"Neji, I need to speak with you." Hiashi called out.

"I can leave you alone." Yugao offered with a small nod.

"No. This concerns Hanabi, and you might have some insights as well." Hiashi said, making a quick decision to include the outsider in on this conversation. "I'm sorry to tell you Neji, but Hanabi has been deceiving you."

Neji froze, but showed no other indication of what he was thinking. "How so?" He asked. What had Hanabi been up to now?

Hiashi continued. "I know she told you she wanted to know certain things about me so that she could choose an appropriate gift for my birthday. But it seems she's been match-making instead. Trying to set me up romantically with the Hokage's assistant."

"Shizune?" Yugao said, a bit amused by the turn in this conversation. "Not a bad choice, if a bit young."

The Hyuuga leader stiffened almost imperceptively, did she too think it 'ridiculous' to think of him in romantic terms? Hiashi frowned slightly. "Exactly." He said, but he wondered to himself why a match with him was deemed ridiculous. He was a shinobi in his prime of life. Well, he'd be 45 shortly, but still not an old man. Younger women often married older men, he knew. So why weren't these women seeing him as eligible?

"I wonder." Yugao continued, as she recalled her own visit with Hanabi a short time ago. "She was asking me some strange questions as well. What it was I looked for in a boyfriend and my favorite foods."

Startled, Neji glowered at them both. Hanabi! She'd overplayed it and gotten caught. And she'd been asking questions of Yugao as well. He knew she'd been put on the 'list' but had hoped she'd be so far down on the list that Hiashi would be married before they ever got to her name!

Hiashi smiled coolly at the two of them. "Continue on with your practice. I'll speak with Hanabi and no more needs to be said on the subject. Uzuki-san, I offer you a father's apology on behalf of my daughter's …precociousness."

Yugao smiled indifferently, a romantic liaison with Hiashi never crossing her mind.

o.O.o.O.o.O

Hinata, dressed from head to toe in non-revealing clothing, entered the Kazekage's office with her escort. She frowned to see not only Gaara, but Temari and Kankuro as well.

"I…I don't w…want h..him here." She said quietly, refusing to meet her husband's gaze.

Gaara exhaled. "I don't care. Have a seat."

"No." Hinata said mulishly. "If you want to bll…blame me for t…that slut's death, so b…be it."

Kankuro pursed his lips together angrily. "She was my girlfriend, not a slut."

"Wanna bet?" Temari said under her breath.

"Irregardless, the girl is dead and she is a member of my village." Gaara said wearily. "You said earlier you didn't kill her. Tell me you're whereabouts and we'll prove it."

But Hinata was now fuming again, thinking of Kankuro dating Aomi. "The scent you g…gave me isn't my t…type. W…was it meant f…for her?"

"Stop acting like a child, Hinata. Tell Gaara where you were today!" Kankuro shouted, a hair's breadth from losing his temper. His balls still ached from their interrupted sex play, and Hinata's stubbornness in proving her innocence was making him wonder if she really was capable of murdering an innocent civilian. None of which helped him soothe his temper.

"With Temari and Anko for the afternoon, shopping." Hinata finally ground out between clenched teeth, not stuttering at all. "Then I was kicking YOUR slut out of OUR room. Did you f….sleep with her in that bed?"

Temari whistled tunelessly as she refused to look at either her brother or his little wife. It seemed the mouse could roar after all.

"As amusing as this all is." Gaara said, sitting back in his chair. "And rest assured, it IS amusing. Aomi is dead. Never met her myself, but reports aren't kind. However, someone matching Hinata's description was seen at the inn at the time in question. So, Hinata, between 3:30 and 5:00, where were you?"

"Transformation jutsus are easy and genin level." Kankuro informed them all, still defending Hinata despite her ill temper. He wasn't even quite sure why he was defending her. If she was imprisoned he could probably get out of the marriage without too much effort. "It could have been anyone."

Gaara nodded. "I know. Still, it would be helpful if you can get your wife to reveal …" He smiled with a small leer at the memory of what she'd been revealing earlier. "Where she's been this afternoon."

Kankuro sighed. "Answer the Kazekage, Hinata."

Hinata gave him a gimlet stare. "Answer m…my question f…first."

Gaara sighed. "Go on, just answer her or we'll be here all night."

The puppeteer growled low as he looked away. "I never brought Aomi here. And no, I didn't love her. I've never been in love." He informed her coldly. "Never."

Hinata drew up sharply at that. So, he wasn't in love with her? Fine. It wasn't like she was in love with him either! So why did it feel like her heart was breaking?

Temari sunk lower in her chair. Stupid brother. Stupid males. She wondered briefly when she'd started rooting for the small purple-haired girl over her own family? Hinata had surprised her. Temari found she actually kind of liked the shy girl. "That's not going to help." She said to no one in particular.

A knock on the door interrupted them. "Yes?" Gaara called out, knowing they wouldn't interrupt him unless it was important.

"Apologies, Kazekage-sama. But Eitsu here says she must speak with you right away." He said, ushering in the head cook of the residence.

Gaara's eyes widened. "I'm in the middle of an investigation here."

The guard nodded. "It's in reference to the matter you're looking into, Kazekage-sama."

The red-head nodded and watched with interest as Hinata's cheeks blossomed into fiery blushes as the elderly cook patted her on the shoulder as she entered. How had Hinata met his cook? "You have something to tell me, Eitsu-san?"

"Hai Gaara-san." The elderly cook addressed him personally, she'd developed a soft spot for him ever since he'd been rescued from the Akatsuki. He'd often invaded her kitchens at night when he found trouble sleeping after the removal of Shukaku. "I've heard the rumors and I want to tell you they're not so!"

"Tell me." Gaara encouraged her gently.

"Well." The elderly woman looked down at the blushing kunoichi. "This one came to find me this afternoon. Seems she doesn't know how to cook at all, but she wanted some information to take back with her to the Leaf village."

Temari piped up, curious. "When was she with you?"

Eitsu shrugged. "She apologized for taking so much of my time, but we sat and had tea and had a nice long discussion. Let's see …she came in around 3:00 and left when I got called away to oversee some sauces. That'd be almost 5:00, maybe fifteen minutes before five."

The sick knot in Kankuro's stomach loosened to hear Hinata basically cleared of murdering his former girlfriend. Aomi hadn't been what he'd want in a wife, but he'd not been looking to get married. She'd been fun, and could make him laugh. It had been enough at the time. He knew she'd not been perfect, but hell, neither was he. She didn't deserve to be killed.

Gaara nodded, he too was relieved. "What kind of information did Lady Hinata ask about?" He asked curiously.

"I…it's p…ppp…personal!" Hinata blurted out desperately.

Eitsu laughed. "Nothing to be embarrassed about pet. She was asking about Kankuro's favorite dishes and how the recipes might differ here in Suna from those in the Leaf village. Since she doesn't cook, I made her some notations to take back with her for her cooks to look at."

Temari bit back her laughter as Gaara nodded with an odd look on his face. Kankuro though, looked utterly stunned. Hinata was burning with embarrassment.

o.O.o.O.o.O

"Hanabi?" Hiashi called a warning before entering his daughter's room. "Ah, good, you're awake." He frowned though, when he saw her guilty expression. "Hanabi?"

"It was just a quick kata, nothing complicated." Hanabi informed him.

Hiashi frowned deeply as he motioned for her to show him her injured arm. She did so with a resigned sigh. "You're not supposed to be practicing your fight style on your own yet. Your cousin and sensei are downstairs now making a program for you to follow. You are not to train on your own until cleared medically, is that understood?"

Hanabi looked crestfallen as she nodded. Hiashi chuckled down at her. "I'm sure you'll fill your time in without effort. Playing match-maker maybe?"

The girl looked up startled. "What do you mean, father?"

Hiashi ruffled her hair and sat down on the side of her bed so he could look her in the eye. "Why are you trying to set me up with Shizune and Yugao?"

Hanabi frowned as her mind raced. Just how much did he know? "What do you mean?" She temporized.

"Sending me to lunch under false pretenses, having Shizune join me. Asking me about favorite colors and …and how were you going to use the information on Yugao's favorite foods?"

She shrugged. "I didn't know yet. Thought it might come in handy if w…I, if I could get you out at a lunch or dinner with Yugao-sensei."

Hiashi caught her small hand in his own. "But why, Hanabi? Why did you think to do this?"

Hanabi made it up as she went along. "W….well. Hinata's married now and Neji will be soon, probably." She continued as Hiashi nodded. Did that mean he'd already made a contract with Neji's name on it? She'd have to warn him.

"Go on." He told her gently.

"Well. I'm a genin now, it won't be long before I'm out on missions a lot. You don't need to be here all by yourself." Now that she said it, she almost meant it. The thought of her father growing old alone did not appeal. "You need a wife."

His daughter's words struck deep. She didn't want him to be alone. Hiashi hadn't considered, until he'd seen Kankuro neatly cut Hinata from the fold, that he'd actually miss his two daughters. Come to think of it, he'd miss Neji too. When had that happened?

"Hanabi." He said quietly, choosing his words carefully. "Even if you marry, you'll still be my daughter. Hinata is still my daughter too, no matter what her husband thinks."

Hanabi stiffened slightly at this. He meant to go on running their lives forever? No! The man needed a wife and fast!

Missing her inner turmoil, Hiashi continued. "If, and that's a big if, I remarry. It will be at my own choosing. Shizune and Yugao are …well, it would not work out."

"Why?" Hanabi asked, genuinely curious. "Why wouldn't they work out?"

Hiashi paused, unsure of the reasons himself. He didn't want to admit to his child that neither had seemed even remotely interested in the idea.

"They just wouldn't." He stonewalled her. "Now, head downstairs and see what you're new workout will look like."

"Hai." She said as she raced away with a quick smile.

Hiashi looked around his daughter's room. So, she didn't want him lonely? Well, he wasn't lonely. He stood to head back downstairs himself, firm in his belief he wasn't, and wouldn't be lonely.

o.O.o.O.o.O

The elderly cook had been thanked and dismissed. Gaara and Temari, reading the tension between their brother and his wife, had pushed them both out the door as quickly as possible.

Hinata took one haughty look down her nose at him, no small feat since she was shorter than he, and took off toward their room.

Kankuro sighed and followed her. They had a lot to discuss. And judging from her angry looks, they weren't going to be picking up where they'd left off. More's the pity as far as he was concerned.

When she reached his room, she swept inside like royalty and then waited for him to get just to the door before slamming it in his face.

Nope. She wouldn't be wearing that lacy scrap for him anytime soon. He opened the door and waited, to see if anything flew out at him. But nothing happened. "Hinata?"

Silence. Kankuro sighed and walked inside. A small white box flew at his head, he caught it automatically. "What's this? A gift or a missile?"

"Y…you tell me!" She said, still not meeting his eyes. "Who w…was it for?"

Puzzled, Kankuro opened the box. There was a vial of scent. Curious, he unstoppered it and sniffed at the musky perfume. "Not my style, but I'll wear it if you want me too." He offered, hoping it would appease her.

Hinata paused. "You didn't l…leave that for me?"

Her husband looked down at the vial and then back up to her. "What do you mean?"

His wife just stared at him a moment. "It was h…here when I arrived. Your slut was trying to t…take it with h…her."

Kankuro's brow lowered at that. "Stop referring to Aomi like that. She's dead."

Hinata blew that off. "Did you p…put that box in h…here or not?"

"Not."

The kunoichi frowned. "Did your sl… did SHE bring it with her perhaps?"

Kankuro frowned and grasped the vial firmly. "I'm going to have this checked out, stay here."

"I'm goi…going with you." Hinata informed him.

The puppeteer watched her as she hurried to his side, looking up at him angrily. He sighed. Was she going to continue to do the opposite of what he wanted? Briefly he debated about whether or not to tell her NOT to have sex with him, just to see if it would work and she'd do the opposite.

Hinata glared at him. "Well?" She said, tapping her foot impatiently.

Kankuro sighed. Nope, he was pretty sure that wouldn't work.

o.O.o.O.o.O

The scene with Gaara watching Hinata is for gracemis who asked for a moment like that. Hope you enjoyed! As for your other request ...well, I won't say other than probably not, if thinks go the way I'm planning. We'll see.

Anyway, hope you all enjoyed! REVIEWS make my day, just thought I'd mention that in passing ... LOL

Oh. And yes. I've played with the Byakugan bloodline limit and who can get it and who can't (branch family). There's reasons for this, really. And yes, I've played with Hiashi's age too.