First and foremost, let me state that this is neither a continuation nor a rewrite of a previous story of mine, They Called Me a Genius. I will, however, be employing some of the same ideas, and possibly even lines of text from that story.
Secondly, I realize that according to canon, Himawari did not inherit the Byakugan. Well... there are a lot of things I didn't like about the second gen. If violation of canon is the thing that, as a fan, makes you gag, this story is not for you.
Lastly, for anyone who doesn't know, Ojisan is the Japanese honorific for Uncle. Like Sensei or Senpai, it can be used on its own or joined to a person's name. I use it here to refer to Neji, despite the fact that yes, biologically, Neji is Himawari's second cousin.
But enough of my babble, I present to you the prologue of this story. Enjoy, review, thank you.
Prologue
"There you go, Ojisan." Himawari finished packing down the warm earth, not bothering about the dirt she'd gotten under her fingernails. The sunflower lifted its face towards the warm June sun as Himawari ran her hand over the smooth grave marker. She traced the Kanji carved into the granite with a finger: Hyuuga Neji.
"Sorry I haven't come to see you sooner." She apologized, "But a lot has been going on recently. Mama has been teaching me the Eight Trigrams – I got to sixteen palms yesterday!" Himawari heard her voice glow with pride. The Eight Trigrams had been incredibly difficult in the beginning, but she'd eventually gotten the hang of it. Now she just needed to improve her chakra control to complete the jutsu.
"Bolt's mad," she continued, "because Mama won't teach it to him. He's so dumb sometimes. I doubt he even realizes you have to use the Byakugan for it – which he doesn't have, as you know." She giggled, never missing a chance to put Bolt down about not having inherited the legendary dojutsu. "But Dad promised to teach him Senjutsu when he's old enough, though I doubt he'll have the patience for it." Himawari rolled her eyes, thinking about her exceedingly stupid and impulsive brother.
A slight breeze ruffled Himawari's hair, picking up that one lock that would never stay down. She put a hand on it subconsciously, always worried that it looked rather like an antenna. Bolt had one too, though it never seemed to bother him. In fact, many of the girls called it cute, much to his delight.
"Oh!" she started, "I forgot to tell you! The chuinin exams are coming up in a month! Suna's hosting this year so I'll be leaving soon. But don't worry, I'll get Ino to water your flowers until I get back."
Another, stronger gust of wind flowed around Himawari, accompanied by a threatening roll of thunder.
"Looks like rain." Himawari said, noting the threatening clouds rolling up, "I'd better go, Ojisan."
Subsequent chapters will not be this short, I promise. This 300-word bullshit only happens in prologues.
- oldsoul