This is just the prologue. More chapters will be posted as soon as I write them.
I don't own Naruto, except in my dreams.
Warnings: mention of abuse/neglect, homelessness, suicide, and Schizophrenia.
Prologue
The dark haired girl pulled her cousin toward her. She hugged him gently, not wanting to frighten him, and stroked his back comfortingly. He huddled closer to her, his milky eyes wide and frightened.
The door opened behind her. She blinked at the sudden light spilling across the doorframe into the dark room. Her cousin's eyes made no reaction. Her father stood in the doorway, a tray containing a small amount of food balanced in his hands. He set it down on the floor then glared across to where they sat in the corner.
"Will broken yet, boy?" He asked mockingly. The boy raised his head defiantly.
"Never." The man scowled and slammed the door, leaving them in the semi-darkness once more. The girl waited until he was gone.
"He brought food." She whispered before releasing him to grab the tray. There was little food on it, enough for half a person. She frowned. "Here's your portion." She said to the boy and handed him the plate with all the food. "Mine's on another plate." She was hungry but she squashed those feelings. A small smile lit up the boy's face. She hated lying to him but he would have starved himself for her. She could get food once they got out of here. He could not.
He ate quickly, not knowing that she had no food in front of her. She pretended to eat then took the plate from him. She set it down. A day passed slowly in there. Nothing to do, almost impossible to see clearly, and small, alarming squeaking sounds came from the walls.
The girl reflected on what got them into this mess. He was being punished again. Her father shoved him into the dark room. The girl could hear him trying to open the door.
'Father! Let him out of there!' She had cried. 'Pl-please?' He shook his head. The girl was desperate. 'If one of us was locked up in there we'd be terrified. But with his condition, he's beyond afraid. Let him out of there! Lock me up instead!' The man, her father, considered. A truly evil smile lit up his face. He opened the door, only to shove her inside.
'Now you can take care of your precious cousin.' He sneered. The girl carefully felt around for the boy and gathered him into her arms.
The door creaked again and swung open to reveal-
Sweating, Hinata Hyuuga pulled herself from her dream. She whimpered slightly which awoke the boy wrapped in rags beside her. The pale moonlight shining down on the dirty city street they were now huddled in, illuminated his pale face. His cloudy eyes were unfocused as usual.
"You alright?" He asked, in a whisper.
"Yeah, bad dream was all." She responded. His eyes narrowed slightly.
"You're not alright. That dream really got to you. I can tell." She shrugged.
"I'm fine, go back to sleep, Neji. We need the rest."
"What did you dream about?" He asked.
"The first time I was down there with you." He frowned again.
"Sorry."
"No need to apologize. It was my choice to go down there." His blank eyes scanned her face before his head dropped and he fell asleep again. Hinata stayed awake. He was really perceptive, she noted, hard to hide things from him. He knew her emotions better than she, herself, did. Despite being blind, he saw feelings clearly. Blind, she hated to think of him that way, defined by his limits. But it was true. Neji Hyuuga was 100 percent blind, had always been and had no chance of ever seeing again.
What did you think? Poor Neji, he's blind. Not like 'Trouble seeing' blind but like 'Shine a bright light in his face and he can't see it' blind. Review!