I SO do not need to be doing anymore fics…NanoWrimo is coming up and I have 11 stories in progress-that's just GRAND!
:sigh:
When the wind stops…um, yeah, I'll get to that…some day. Maybe.
Unless this becomes popular, this will be on the backburner. I'm just winging it because crookedsmile (love you) got me into the pairing again.
Warning: NejiHina, Hyuugacest, don't like, don't read.
I do not own the characters belonging to Naruto and Kishimoto. Alrighty? Okay.
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She can remember a time when the halls would scream and wail with such pain and sorrow; she'd raise her blanket nose high and shudder underneath awaiting the moment the cries would subside from the strain of the act.
She still wouldn't sleep after it.
Instead, she would continue to stare at her ceiling and try to gather up courage to swing her small legs loosely across the side of the bed to get up and find the ghost, or apparition-whatever it was that was in so much pain-but she never could. She was never the brave type.
Hinata would continue to lay silently in her bed till the morning called her to her father and another day would go by while he chastise her for messing up on the Hyuuga technique once again, because unknown to him she was running on no sleep and her mind was preoccupied on wanting to save this…this-thing, or person, or whatever it was that was calling out to her and-BAM, she falls on the ground again and her father's stoic face-framed eyes of disapproval is looking down at her and she hides her pale eyes.
She doesn't want to be seen.
"Get up, Kurenai will be here shortly. Try to look at least somewhat representable."
"Yes, father." And for a flicker of a moment something betrays his eyes that might show some sort of warmth or concern but then she realizes-
He's not looking at her.
"Neji." And he goes off to talk privately with her brother, her cousin, a branch member who is by far much more powerful than she-the supposed future leader of the Hyuuga clan.
Lifting herself up she is still just a small child, a little girl so desperate to receive the approval of her father, (to make him proud) but that dream seems to be fading away with each new day all the more.
She watches as Neji nods stiffly to whatever Lord Hiashi is telling him and then he looks at her, briefly, and she sees that flash of when they were so little, her four-him five, and he smiled at her shyness and he whispered that she was cute that made her pearly cheeks tinge with a pale pink.
And then it disappears because-oh, yeah he hates her.
"Hinata."
She turns to see Kurenai and she smiles fondly, appreciative for being dragged out of her thoughts.
And let the day end. Oh please, let the day end.
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The cries start up again and she doesn't know why tonight is any different, she notices though that her door's already open and she hasn't even gotten out of her bed and there's a light, dim but there, guiding her down the hallway and so she follows, follows a long faintly lit path until the cries are too much she turns to run back to bed.
But she stops.
She's only a little girl…she's only a little, little girl.
And he, he is only a little, little boy.
In need of someone, in need of her.
And for once, she feels needed and that's enough.
Tip-toeing, she follows the cries and when she reaches his door she breathes in and hesitates, she slides the door across and she walks in slowly, the cries are mere whimpers now-Dad, Dad no! - and when upon the bed, hovering over him he opens his eyes tentatively, as thought he is afraid of what he'll see and then his eyes open wide and he's frantic and-
"Why are you here?!"
But she doesn't say anything although she wants with all her being to crawl within herself and shrink away from the world.
Instead, she gets lost in his eyes and lost in his silently pleading figure and she lowers herself without thought to consequence and cups his face in her ever so small hands.
"Neji, I'm sorry…" she breathes and pulls her hands away as though realizing that such contact was incredulous. "Please, don't cry alone anymore."
He's speechless and so she turns, afraid that she had done something so wrong soon her father would hear of this and punish her immensely.
His voice flutters on the wind.
"I don't want to sleep alone…" Her back's stiff but a small smile reaches her face and even though it's dark in the room she turns around and he can see it, causing a blush to highlight his face.
Gingerly, she walks back to him and he moves aside to make room and when she falls underneath the covers-she's never slept so well in her life, his petite hand intertwined with her own.
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I want to continue this and show the ups and downs of NejiHina, and I'm even thinking of a High School into College fic with the pair, but obviously that will be awhile.
Reviews are greatly appreciated.