Men are not prisoners of Fate, but only prisoners of their own minds.
Contradiction
It's not because he wants to, he tells himself as he slams her against the wall, her mouth moving hot on his own. Its inevitably his fate afterall. This has nothing to do with him. He's just there to cater to her needs.
And if his hands are shaking as he rips through the zipper of her jacket, well, it's probably the nerves.
It's not because it was their first time. Not the first time she desperately tried to breathe or have the look in her eyes as she gasps his name, begging, desperate. He's a guardian, a protector. He does what he's told without question.
It's not because he wants to, that he traces patterns on sensitive skin with the pads of calloused fingers, whispering dirty, beautiful things into her ear.
This is who he is. Who he became when the curse was placed and his fate sealed. He is who his heiress needs him to be. And if that means painting gentle bruises on her skin, so be it.
Of course, it wasn't the feel of her soft skin and enjoying the goosebumps and breathless pleas that he's trailing kisses from breast to jaw and back again.
And it's not because he's just a little in love with her that he carries her off to her bed instead of fucking her against the wall. She'll be sore in the morning as it is, he tells himself, he doesn't want to hinder her from her training.
It's not because he wants her more than he wants there birth rights switched that he's sweet and gentle, whispering her name as he eases himself inside. And when she moans and bucks her hips, it's not the feel of her nails raking his back that makes him lose control.
It's fate, he tells himself. He tries to remind himself that he was bound to his fate, his destiny, his duty.
He then tells himself that its all a contradiction, a lie. It's the way she looks at him, the way she moves, the way she never lords her power over him. The way she owns him utterly without ever trying. The way she crushes her lips to his as she clenches around him, his name hanging like a prayer in the slim space between them.
Between them everything he did was because he wanted to.
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Vague, yet in my head sounded so much better. Basically in here Neji is a walking contradiction. He justifies that his actions are purely what he was born to do. He forever tells himself that its not because he wants to, it's what fate wanted. Though the more obvious thing is that he's lying to himself. The 'It's not because he wants to' is all a ruse he's using, basically like 'Its not because I want to its what fate deems it so'. He tells himself its fate, destiny and duty why he's with her and when in fact everything he did was because he wanted to. Its kinda hinted that he did resent her but he slowly fell in love with Hinata his resentment slowly fading, and fate, destiny, and duty had nothing to do with that.
Its all contradiction there relationship. He bids to her every will yet she lord over him even though she should since she's heiress.
It really did sound better in my head. The quote up above I think gives leverage to what I'm trying to explain. Neji believes he is prisoner to fate, he's wound out over it that he doesn't realize that not everything has to do with fate hence how he fell for Hinata. In the end he feels liberated, with Hinata there was no fate bounding them together just them. I hope that sorta makes sense. GAH I really do like NejiHina. Such a complicated idea. Hyuga love for the win!
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