-Shell-
The shell of a broken bird. There was not atonement for birds with sealed wings, they were detached from the ones with the liberty to fly. The broken birds were the traces of failure. And how hard he had fallen into the depths of hell.
A prey in the den of beasts. The wind roared, mocha strands caressing his cheeks as the rain washed their bodies with the mixture of blood and water. The combination of sadness and sacrifice.
"Get off!" Repulsion danced in every nerve of his body, pushed the fear inside of him to break free. Anger disguised his fear, gained nothing but to provoke the hands that caged his throat to suffocate him more.
"Where are they?" He was far gone. Off to the corners of his mind where his mouthful chains captured him. "Tell me!"
Insipid chains that he wanted to break. A caged animal infiltrating claws in the back of the one who had tried to open his cell. A animal who had lost its senses.
"Snap out of it, Hyūga!" He had dwell in the Hyūga's scars. And he was paying the price for it.
It wasn't his voice that made Neji snap out of his madness. It was the final roar of the storm. Eased the strength of the Hyūga, slowly taking away the insanity. Leaving him to crumble with the acceptance of his fear.
The rain turned balmy. Calmer and gentle drops fell, washed away the traces of blood. And just like the torment; in the pearl orbs the turbulence of his fear slowly vanished. Tranced in his own hands that locked the Nara's neck his gaze turned softer. Realized he had the Nara in a dangerous embrace that almost send Shikamaru in the arms of death. Horrified to speak, his mouth opened, but no words came out.
The frantic fire of his eyes stung. Tears wanting to come out.
"Neji..."
He had stained the Nara with the repulsive charge of blame. Blame that only belonged to him.
"Say something, dammit..."
Succumbing to his broken body, the Hyūga fell. Trembling knees inpatient for recover. Muscles in need of rest, and his soul in need of peace. The wet front collided against the Nara's chest. Wet hairs emanating like cascades in over the ninja vest.
The sound of hisses escaped the Hyūga. Each vibrating sound trembled against the shadow-user. Pain. Sorrow of body and mind.
"It's over..."
Opal irises watched him. Empty hope devastated on his words. Obliterated the words that meant to be his comfort, twisted into a vile truth that not even his greatest strategy could cover.
"Is never over...it would never be over..."
A circle of pain plastered in his clan. Plastered on his skin. In the symbol that he wore as a decorative chain for the Higher Branch. A system suffocated over the Hyūga's shoulders. No escape other than death itself.
"Troublesome...isn't it?"
How the phrase he used was a vile mockery when Neji used. A move in the board that took off all the Nara pieces into the pit of impotence. Because, he couldn't just destroy the Hyūga's traditions or take off the cursed symbol from the Hyuga's flesh.
And that made him feel like a broken shell. Useless pieces scattered after the birth of the bird. Useless.
A useless shell with little to do after being scattered.
I appreciate you reading. Sorry if I misspelled some words. Always wanted to write about these two. Why the heck do my stories always end up in depression?