It was but another day in the job for one Hyuuga Hiashi. By "the job," this author means, of course, running a clan that pretty much runs itself.
Sure, it runs itself on the foundation of a horrible seal and an unfair caste system, but that's an unimportant detail.
On a side note, Neji must be moaning about the unfairness of the world somewhere right now.
Anyway.
Seated on his amazingly comfortable desk, Hiashi handled his paperwork with skill and celerity Sarutobi would envy. He was particularly hasty today, because he had a feeling.
It would be one of those days.
They did not occur often, fortunately, which made the signs even all the more obvious.
It started during breakfast. Hanabi's behavior was quite odd that morning. He had expected her to be a little moody, considering that he had grounded her after her late return home the night before. Strangely, she was acting like nothing had happened, safe for an odd little quirk.
She kept trying to keep a cool, neutral expression on her face as she ate. It would falter every two minutes or so. It would take her yet another minute to notice, and then she would correct herself and restart the cycle.
It was utterly adorable, Hiashi admitted, but it was also alarming.