Hesitantly, Hinata approached the boy. He'd fallen from the sky one day, and from the moment he'd awoken in the hospital, the winged one had been in the care of the Hyuuga family. He slept in the guest room, and was faultlessly polite; after a few weeks of familiarization with the kitchen, he'd started cooking for them.
It was dusk over Konoha, and the best view of the sunset could be had from where they were, on top of the Hokage monument; it felt like you were balancing on the grip-knob of a perfectly balanced shuriken, with the world stretching away from you on all sides, sky bending down to meet the earth that rose up to meet the sky.
"The others think you have the Byakugan," she said quietly. A jutsu had been cast on this boy who spoke a foreign language so that he could speak to them freely.
"The what?" he turned to fix his gaze on hers with uncanny accuracy.
"My family's technique," she explained. "360 degree vision, sight through solid objects, even chakra point sight in the more advanced levels."
There was a pause. "That's why you have to stay with us," she explained. "I thought you might want to know why, if you were wondering. The elders don't want a potential Byakugan user out there for anyone to kidnap and dissect."
A phantom shiver went through him, despite the warmth of the evening.
At length, he said, "Lucky."
"What?" Hinata didn't follow him.
"You're more lucky than you realize, to see everything."
She waited.
"Me," he said, as the wind picked up, "I'm as blind as I seem."