This is a really short chapter. Erm... Yesterday (today being 1/2/13) while my aunt and I were at the mall we got a call saying that my grandmother had a heart attack. She's okay now, she went into surgery and the doctor said 30% of her heart was (either) damaged or dead and that they were going to hold her in the ICU for 24 (possibly) 48 hours. Well... I wrote this while waiting for the news so (of course) it's going to be short but... yeah... Enjoy.

Disclaimers: I do not own Naruto. I only own my OC(s) that appear in this story.

He was angry; she could tell by how his shoulders were stiff with tension and how dark energy seemed to ooze out of him. Jerking open a random door he stalks in and she follows in quietly, closing it behind her as she watches him stop off to the left of the room. The bedroom was averaged sized with benign painted walls and wooden floors. On the far wall was a window with blinds opened to let in the setting light and a queen sized bed set against it. In the middle of the room was a low-set squared table with four dark brown sitting pillows around it. To the left was a closed white door and to the left was a dark brown bookshelf that held numerous scrolls all in alphabetical order.

"I don't want to sound rude or anything…" She trails off when she noticed how the seething Hyuuga seemed to stiffen at the sound of her voice. "But your uncle is an ass…."

When he whirls around to glare at her with his white eyes she could do nothing but shrug unapologetically and off him a small smile. He sneers slowly and, she was sure, it wasn't directed at her. Spinning on the balls of his feet he opens the white door and stalks inside, closing it quietly behind him. She looks around her before walking deeper into the room and sitting down on the brown pillow that allowed her to face the white door that her host had disappeared through.

Twenty minutes after her Hyuuga friend barricaded himself behind the white door he comes out wearing a white, long sleeved shirt that had three undone buttons at his collar and benign slacks. He was drying his wet hair with a white towel before sitting down at the table across from her all the while keeping his eyes closed. His eyes open to narrow dangerously when there was a soft knocking on his door.

"Enter." His calm voice gave false hope to whoever was behind that door and when a young woman opened the door and peaked her head inside she paled considerably.

"Neji-san," Her voice quivered slightly. "Hiashi-sama has asked if our guest has any clothing fit for dinner."

"No she does not." He spoke without looking once in Kumo's direction.

"Excuse me, I'm wearing clothing right now." The swordswoman interrupts, causing two pairs of white eyes to focus on her. "I think I look fine enough-"

"Your clothing are worn and are unfit for dinner." Neji cuts her off. "Maya here will bring you a kimono fit for dinner as soon as she's able."

The young woman squeaks, bows quickly and closes the door behind her before she scampers off. There was silence between the two as Neji continues to dry his hair and as Kumo watches him with a thoughtful expression. Sighing she gets up before walking around the table and kneeing behind him.

"Here, let me help you." He looks at her from the corner of his eye and, after a long moment, finally surrenders the towel to her. She smiles gently before slowly drying his hair with care, making sure to get every spot.

"Your hair is lovely." She comments, running her fingers through his silk locks before another knock interrupts his returning comment.

"Come in." He calls out as the swordswoman turns a bit to face the door. The same woman as before enters caring a folded cloth of dark purples, burgundy, and gold. She bows before handing the bundle to the swordswoman.

"Dinner will be ready in an hour." She comments quietly before walking backwards and out of the room.

"Go take a shower and get dressed." Neji told her before standing up a nudging her towards the white door. She frowns, not liking him ordering her around but complies and slips through the white door, hearing it close behind her.

The floor had changed from wood to a brown and white granite tile, the walls an off white; on the far wall was the counter with its brown cabinets and its white counter tops. To the left was the toilet and the shower-tub a clear curtain protecting the floor from stray water. To the right the room turns from a bathroom to a closet; both walls had high bars for the hangers and below them were shelves and dressers for anything else.

"Nifty." She mumbles to herself before setting down the bundle of clothing on the counter and stripping. She sets her swords on one of the empty shelves and walks over to the shower before stopping. "Damn." Creeping over to the door she opens it and peaks her head out.

"Ano… Hyuuga-san?" He was sitting in her old spot, reading one of the many scrolls that he seemed to own; his eyebrow was raised in question. "Which knob is hot?"

"The one nearest the wall."

"Arigatō, Hyuuga-san." He grunts as welcome before she closes the door; it seems that he didn't realize she was naked and that, to her, was a very good thing. Turning on the hot water she waits for a few moments before slipping inside and scrubbing herself raw.

Forty minutes later she was putting the final touches on her outfit when a knock on the door pulled her attention from her hair to the door.

"Dinner will be ready in twenty minutes." Her Hyuuga friend told her before he moves away from the door. Licking her lips she looks back at the mirror and her lips pull into a small frown.

"Hyuuga-san?" She calls out, only sparing a glance at the closed white door before looking back at her hair. There was a pause before she heard his voice by the door again.

"Hai?"

"I have a favor to ask you." There was a longer pause.

"…Hai?"

"Since you have long hair perhaps you can help me? The door is unlocked by the way."

When he opens the door she saw him take a silent intake of breath; honestly she didn't know what was so spectacular about her to cause such a reaction but then again he's only ever seen her in one set of clothing. At the moment she was wearing a dark purple kimono with pale white vertical lines and small white flowers adoring it. A burgundy obi tied around her waist with small dark blue flowers in its design, a piece of gold cloth peeking out from under it with a matching gold wire around it to keep it tied. He continued to stare at her, causing her to tug at a lock of hair before biting the right corner of her bottom lip.

"Hyuuga-san?" She questions quietly before he blinks and takes a slow step forward. Taking a lock of her hair he frowns slightly.

"It's still wet."

"Hai, I don't know what to do with it yet so I was planning on just keeping it the way it was."

"Hmm…" For a moment he was quiet before shrugging as if it wasn't his problem.

"We have ten minutes before dinner, your hair looks better down with this kimono so why don't you just leave it be and follow me." Nodding she follows him out of the bathroom before stopping at the door. "What is it?"

"Gomen'nasai, one moment." She slips back into the bathroom before grabbing her white sword and slipping it carefully into her kimono on her right side. Glancing in the mirror she noticed how her sword drew attention to itself because of how bright it was compared to her attire. Slipping out of the bathroom again she looks up to see a frown marring her companion's otherwise emotionless face.

"No."

"Nani? Demo-"

"No."

"I am not going anywhere without my sword." She frowns, crossing her arms over her obi.

"You are not going to dinner with a sword." He counters.

"And, portray, why not, Hyuuga-san?"

"This is a family dinner; I will not allow you within twenty feet of my little cousins with that sword."

"This is an heirloom I will not go anywhere without it."

"Doesn't matter. You're not taking it, end of discussion."

"Hyuuga-san-"

"End. Of. Discussion."

Yes... a very short chapter but... I just... Eh...