Title: Don't take my life away
A/N: For those who don't know, this is part of a fanfiction challenge, so I write what I'm told to, in the very small amount of time available... which doesn't mean I'm not having fun with it ;D I tried really hard to create the environment this thing needed. I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: Nothing here is mine (not even the idea).
Dedicated to: Sandra (Really, someday I'm going to kill your demanding twisted imagination)
Original Idea: Neji- Finds out he is gay and commits suicide
The 10 years old child made his way down the cold hall, where lots of grown-ups where waiting for him. Their faces showed nothing but disgust and small Neji couldn't help but feel the fear run through his veins, never to his face though. Fear was for the week, and if he was going to be the next head family, against all odds, he couldn't dare to show anything as petty as child-like weaknesses. Yes that is what they had told him, 'You are to be the next head of the family Neji, behave as such during the ceremony.'
His feet hurt, for the earliest probations of the said ceremony were harsh, he had to walk through the broken glass of his younger cousin's mirror, and bleed, bleed a lot. Now there was shattered glass digging deep into his wounds, and walking plain hurt. He arrived to the end of the corridor, in front of the head of the family, big innocent, hopeful eyes searching for a drop of kindness and love. Either way, even if he saw them he wouldn't recognize, ironically the only person in the world giving that to him (other than his deceased father) was his biggest rival for the honor he so much aspired for.
'I am so very honored my uncle!' His voice was kind, soft and controlled
'You are aware of the questionnaire before the achievement of this all, right child?'
'Yes my uncle, I am ready for it.'
'Then, there are some questions I have in mind. Where were you yesterday?'
What a strange question that was. Even so he answered as he could. 'At the entrance of the village sir... field-trip to learn more about our protection and...'
'And did you talk with somebody else than my daughter?'
'… yes... well yes, with a visitor. He was there with his siblings to...' It was starting to sound more like an interrogation than a questionnaire.
'STOP PLAYING INNOCENT BOY YOU WERE SEEN TOGETHER!'
'Yes uncle, but it was just technical conversation with him for further understanding of the...'
'ENOUGH!' His uncle's tone was getting dangerous and scary. 'A BRANCH FAMILY SAW YOU KISSING!' It was a lye of course, there was envy all around him, and his uncle was just waiting for the right moment to back-stab him. But it was close enough to the truth though. It's not like he didn't want it at that time, more like the older male sibling from Suna was responsible enough to think someone might have been watching. Male... he was a boy nonetheless, an impossible love, how ironic. So that was the theme of the reunion... and all the ceremony was nothing more than a punishment. And he knew how Hyuuga punishments finished... death...
He could see the end of it in his uncle's eyes. He thought of Kankuro and felt disgusted with himself... such dishonor. These people robbed him of everything, his heart, his honor... they were not going to steal his life. He sinned, but the sin was his to bear... or not. With the small blade he was given early that evening, Neji drew the first drops of blood that would form the long stream down from his stomach, between his legs, and finally to the floor. With that he saw everything getting more and more blurry until it finally disappeared in a colorful mist.