Summary: We all have certain things expected of us.

Disclaimer: I'll just keep dreaming; therefore, not mine.

"Duty"

By: Yoru

He had a duty. He knew that. Everyday that he looked in the mirror, he saw and he knew. The protection and continuance of the Hyuuga Clan was his first priority. Everything else—including his duty to protect Konoha—was secondary.

He never forgot Naruto's declaration, how he would change the Hyuuga fate once he became Hokage. He admired that courage, that determination to go against something that had been around for generations. He oftentimes wished he himself were possessed of such vigor and strength.

But until that day came, he had a duty, a promise and loyalty to his clan.

And to her.

She was his priority. He knew her potential, knew she could perhaps someday rival himself. But he was the genius; he was the prodigy. He was a goal she could not yet attain, but he knew she could.

That's why when she came to him in the dead of night, he never turned her away. He was her protector, her servant, her provider. Whatever she needed, he would give. No matter what it was, no matter what the cost.

After all, she was the chosen heir of the Hyuuga Clan. And he would dote on her because she needed it, needed that reassurance, that faith given her so she could become stronger, could become a truly great leader.

And when her pale skin was flushed beneath him, her body strongly pliant under his questing hands, he would remind himself that this, too, was a part of his duty.