Excuse
Summary: |NejiHina| Instead of writing love letters and attaching with glances those brief moments under the sun we share -I excuse myself for loosing the touch. Once again standing in the cold -I'm still in love with you and you only.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hinata nor Neji. They are both Masashi Kishimoto's.
Warning: Because they may never marry under the conservative laws of your country that doesn't make them an incestuous couple.
Notes: Just brushing the soft spot I have for these two cousins that certainly have a lot of chances of developing a beautiful romance ^^
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You let go of my hand. Yes, I'm fine. She just healed the wound that scalded the skin in my arm while he held me tightly from the back to keep me standing up. And my eyes were on you. Rejected.
Why would you go and seek for another excuse to glance over the sunrise? Why would you care if you can't bring yourself to do it for real? Why would you hurt me this bad while I'm myself hurting for it?
"Because I love you. I love you this much…" those speeches you whisper when we lie awake at night. I wish I could tilt my head a bit more next to your face snuggling into your pillow and diving throughout the fantasy that your hair seems to be. I wish I could echo those words in my mind and remind myself of them everytime you push me away.
"Stay with me" you murmur through the beatings of the night and the sleepy sound of a clock that stays awake with us to count the hours we have together. I breathe the light of shadowed moonlight that comes glistering across the room. I straddle my legs with your hips and warming up the embrace I kiss our promise with sweet forevers. Escaped from my moist lips promises are ethereal as kisses.
And the quietness of meeting after meeting. The calm in our hearts since the noise stopped from the violence of our own secret silence. The core of both our hearts.
"I love you, Hinata-sama" you say and I oblige.
"I love you too, Neji-niisama" I assert in silence, nodding vigorously inside my mind.
Distances shorten around us and the rope is stretching marking long crimson traces around our pinkies. It burns. It burns like cold ice into my hands.
"Let the white fire burn. Let it all burn…pure like snow" you rattle off as I repeat and pronounce to confuse its depths. Is it just pretty poetry what has our souls linked? Is it just the same blood running through our veins? Is it just our white eyes that all see but the hell we set ourselves up to live in?
Falling like snow. Pouring down. Ice crystal and the breeze of a resonant wind. It's a neverending storm that spreads all over our dry genealogies from above and below.
You come back for me. You are my guardian. The one who will always be there as a haunted spirit to take me back.
Barely audible it is. Because you say I melted the snowflakes with my sunlight when you whisper my name into the shelter of our concealed haven.
We come back together. You have a task and your duties. Use it as your ultimate drift.
"Excuse me but I have to go after him" leave me with your usual last words. Always polite and collected. Words that whisk me away.
Perhaps someday…
Tomorrow is just an excuse away. Tomorrow is an excuse to you. And you can make our promise last forever.
~Fin*
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