DISCLAIMER - STILL POOR AND STILL NOT OWNING IT
Smile child, its only Fate
Pale blue eyes stained red and welling with tears glare repulsively at their own broken reflection.
His small hand fists and clenches the cloth dampened with soap and course sand methodically.
The other hand slowly reaches up to touch his raw and speckled with blood forehead.
A single petite finger traces over the still prominent green curse, a tear falls.
A female barely the age of three curiously peeks around the door frame, Hinata watches pensively as her cousin wipes away his only fallen tear.
Neji replaces his bandages and with a small smile solemnly accepts his fate.