This is actually finished. However i am not sure if i can still tweek it just a bit. sister i appoligize for 'cat's baby' as you already know i lost all my files for that story. and seeing as you are my muse i cannot find it in me to 'piece' together a fitting plot. a lost cause i am. 'smiles' as for everyone else. please do enjoy a little sister's attempt to put a smile on her big sister that is so far away. 'but always so close to my heart. even when your yelling at me sister.' i am sure as she is reading this her legendary smile that screams 'i am very much capable of being evil' is in place.
sister, as you know i must disclaim. for i do not own. therefor everyone else please take note that i own not.
i really have no plot here etheir. just wanted to give my sweet sister a good read. speaking of which...
sister, i need for feed back here. my writing style frustrates me to no end. everyone else please do comment at my inability to create a 'scene' in truth that is what i am for. to write in a way that makes you feel like you can see it. for now though. just enjoy.
i will put up the rest after editing it and waiting for my lovely sister to comment. its rather short and my sad attempt to pull at someones 'sister...' heart strings.
A puddle of blood, how befitting for him to die in his own puddle of blood really. At the very least his mask was still in place he could feel the blood soaked fabric on his lips. But the pain of losing his team kept him from caring much. 3 nameless Anbu from the newly destroyed root, and yet his heart ached.
They were learning about emotions, and yet it was their emotions are what got them killed though. Ironically as it was those same emotions that had him in his own puddle of blood as well. A bitter thought pass through his mind. What would be his last words? "Still lower then scum." Yes, that was befitting as well because the mission was complete but he couldn't save his team mates.
Darkness he welcomes refusing to take in the sight of his dead enemies, for it was they're hands that had taken such gentle souls from this world. His mismatched eyes flutter shut, not taking in the young man landing near him. No, the only thing he wished for was an end to this pain. He was a shinobi after all.
To kill and get killed, life would not be so kind as to send him any small piece of heaven to ease his pain filled heart. No, he had given up hope in that aspect. In all honesty living was becoming more of a burden to him. His friends had their own lives. His students no longer needed him. And now 3 more lives stained his hands. No one could possibly bother with him now.
A puddle of blood. Neji stared down at the man in Anbu uniform. His Anbu mask gone but that famous face mask was still in place. He already found three dead so to find one still holding on made him a little glad. Still, without his mask Neji couldn't take him to the hospital. And the young brunette hadn't a clue as to where the man lived. So to his apartment it was then.
It was in the Hyuga compound, in the branch member section. After deciding though he decided it would be the most logical place to go. He lifted the elder man and headed back to his home. He was originally heading back to the village after a mission only to find them on his way. Lifeless bodies littering the pathway. His report could wait for the morning.
Healing came naturally to a Hyuga. Their eyes gave them the ability to pinpoint the major wounds. And the Hokage insisted that each team have a medic, so he knew what to do and was very capable of doing it. He stripped the man but let the mask out of respect really. After healing the major wounds he wrapped the others. And washed the blood out of the man's silver hair, finally he took the man to his bed to rest. He tried to remove the blood from the mask but he could only do so much. If he had any clothing that would have fit the man he would have clothed him but he didn't so that was that. He laid a blanket over the man. He went to his couch and to sleep.
Though he couldn't fall asleep. Never had he seen the great Kakashi look so weak. It just didn't seem right to him. he always held respect for the man. The mere fact that Kakashi could stand his sensei was a miracle in itself. Neji glanced out his window looking at the stars. He smiled thinking that maybe for once the heavens would bless him with a chance to make someone feel better. Maybe Kakashi wouldn't mind him acting out on his own selfish reasons to feel needed.
The stars seemed to dance in the night sky, as if promising a more gentle fate for the young brunette.