"Where have you been?" Hiashi Hyuuga called out to his daughter from his bedroom as he heard her enter. Only she, Hanabi, and the maids were allowed to enter through the back door of the main branch household. However, only his eldest daughter was almost inaudible as she did so, not even giving a greeting. If he did not have his door open, he would have never heard her.

"I-I… um, had to see a c-classmate. I w-went out to the café two b-blocks down." Hinata spoke softly, but projected her voice so her father could catch what she said. She hated her father, but could not do anything about it. If she even looked like she was thinking wrong of him, he would smack her across the face. He would look at her with empty, cruel white eyes.

"Who was it?" Hiashi was mildly interested, but not at all concerned. His eldest daughter was domesticated and awkward, and though very beautiful, she was simply too odd to attract anyone but the most desperate boys.

"A boy." She paused, taking a deep breath of air. She could no't lie to her father without calming her nerves, or he would notice it. "He was a-absent, and I had his st-st-study guide. N-no one was able to take me to drop it off, s-so I c-called him and asked him to meet me there. K-konohagakure is a s-small village, so he did no't live that f-far away."

There was a pause, and Hinata knew she got off on that lie. If he had suspected anything, all she would have heard was the thundering of footsteps and the next thing she knew it, pain.

She stiffened significantly as she heard soft moans coming from his room. No matter how many times he did it, Hinata could never really accept it.

"When's Hanabi coming home from tennis practice?" He spoke loud and calm.

"A-ah… in m-maybe th-thirty minutes…" Hinata sighed. He didn't care about her, it was always Hanabi. The baby, the dream kid, the sweetheart. Hanabi was assertive, easy to talk to, and charismatic. Even if she was a stuck-up princess, she had the right to be one. Even if she was dumb as a sack of potatoes school wise, her father could care less. Even though he gave Hinata a black eye and a sprained ankle for getting a C in middle school.

More moaning. Hinata blushed, feeling beyond disgusted. It wasn't even hidden. The old bastard was having fun, knowing well his daughter was maybe twenty, twenty-five feet tops away.

"Close my door, I don't want Hanabi to intrude on my... session.

'Fucking old bastard'. Hinata walked over, dreading it all. As she closed the door, curiosity made her peek. The sight disgusted her. The old man, completely disregarding his daughter, was having more than enough fun on his bed with three Hyuuga women maybe four years at the most older than she was.

Hiashi Hyuuga was fifty.

'Sick bastard doesn't even think of me as anything more than a homely maid. Not even a daughter.' Hinata grimaced, sickened at the mere thought of her old father and those girls. They were obviously from branches far from the main, maybe distant nieces, just barely Hyuuga. But just think about her father and women nearly her age gave her chills.

'I wonder how much he's paying them. Probably a lot, he has a lot of his dirty money.'

With a sigh, Hinata walked to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. She didn't look like she had cried, but then again she was so depressed all the time that it made no real difference. With most girls, their eye make up would streak down their cheeks, but Hinata went every day bare faced. She didn't need to impress anyone, and truth be told, did not know the first thing about putting it on.

She turned the faucet and cupped her hands to catch the water. She splashed her face with cold water, bringing her senses back. Pale eyes stared into the mirror, scanning her bangs. They were a little straggly. Her lithe fingers opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of purple scissors. She trimmed the uneven bangs and scooped the hair up in her hands, tossing it in the trash. Hinata was proud of her hair, it was the only thing on her she constantly maintained. Her hairstyle was the same as her mother's, except her mother had brown hair that was shoulder length. Hinata's hair was a dark black that was blue when the light caught in it, and it was belly button length.

She kept it long because it looked nice that way.

"Well, its six o'clock now. I guess since father dearest is off having fun, I'll finish my homework and then go to sleep. Can't wait for another wonderful day of school."

Hinata's eyes lightly watered, but she blinked the tears back and clenched her fist. She wasn't going to cry, not right now. She had to step up and grow herself a pair.

Figuratively.

Meh. This was a weird chapter. What an asshole Hiashi is.

=/ Well, the next chapter should be fun to write and not so damn awkward.