A/N: This is a collection of NejiHina drabbles – I just couldn't resist. Yes, it is incest. No, I don't care. If you don't like this pairing, then please don't read. No flames, please. On the other hand, if you like this, please drop by a review! Enjoy!
This will be the first of three shots on Neji's changing perspective on Hinata, taking place in his early childhood, early teens, and post-chuunin exams, respectively. Part I, childhood, is slightly…twisted, be warned.
I: Dolls in the Attic
He was fascinated with her from the moment he saw her cute blushing face. The heir to the main house. She seemed nice.
Hinata.
Sweet, kind, gentle…
Shy, fragile, so breakable. So perfect.
Neji wishes she were a porcelain doll, for it is fitting of Hinata, so precious and tender. And then, should she be his doll, he would protect her, cherish her, keep her for himself.
At night, he would run his fingers through the black silky strands of his doll's hair, caress the flawless skin of her face.
He would murmur sweet nothings into her ear as he held his doll in his arms. Oh, how he would love to cherish his little doll.
A doll that belonged to himself alone, a doll that no one but he could have the pleasure to indulge in. A beloved friend, a shy, tender delight.
But while Hinata may be porcelain, she is not a doll.
He knows he is foolish, but he has always wanted to hold her, to protect her.
Since they were young, Neji has loved Hinata.
His precious Hinata-sama.
Twisted, neh? But for some odd reason, I liked it. I'll be updating really soon. Review!