A/N: This story will be made up of short drabbles that will probably lean on the angsty side. In other words, this is a home for all the tiny random spurts of ideas that hit me but die off quickly. Some of these drabbles may make it to the oneshot word count or actually bloom into a story - but that's doubtful for now. If possible, I might actually be able to (gasp) stay on topic and keep publishing these drabbles on the theme of "war", but ehhh.

Reviews are appreciated for constructive criticism and stuff. Yeah.

Note: manga-inspired.

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He is the second born, therefore, he is the replacement. He is the living sacrifice, breathing with the brand of tyranny and death upon his very forehead.

Fate, he was told. Fate, he concluded.

Born to serve and born to die.

But in the end, Hyuga Neji leaves willingly, of his own violation, the blade passing through cleanly and leaving rivers of red, red blood.

I finally understand now, he mouths silently.

He dies with a smile.

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