Ah, the disclaimer:I don't own Naruto =D Happy?
Brambles and thorns surrounded the training area, separatefrom any houses or buildings, mainly due to the fact that no insurance company would ever consider insuring a household situated next to a ninja training ground. Of course there were the explosions, flying weapons, and swarms of flies or various other ninja animals one had to consider. This was also another reason why ninja life insurance, and accident cover were so expensive. And as usual, this was playing into Neji's hands.
Behind the thick wooden pole, angled so you couldn't see from the normal entrance, just in case this once Neji's byakugan failed him, he pinned his tiny cousin up, against the pole. His scowl was plastered all over his face.
"You don't understand, you never will, you're a pathetic excuse of a ninja, a failure, a weakling, just curl up, die. Nobody wants you. Naruto will never notice you over that Sakura-chan, and you know what's saddest of all, you know, your eyes tell me, and they agree. Just die, you have no worth."
The small girl slowly nodded, her arms held above her head against a wooden pole, alabaster toes unable to touch the ground. Her "nii-san" held her above the floor, and against the pole, enjoying her fragile limbs flailing as she tried to escape from his grasp. His eyes narrowed and he slowly began to smile, his smile twisted by his pleasure in his delicate cousin's pain.
"P-p-please-e Nii-nii-niii…"'
"Hinata-chan," He purred in pleasure, "I'm going to help you, you know, I'll only let you go when you, can stop stuttering,"
"Please mm-my injuries, Nii-n-n-n…"
"Ahhh Hina-chan, you've got to stop, I'm starting to think you're not going to learn anything"
Her fingers twisted like a birds feathers, trapped in a cage too small it cannot even breathe. Her hands scraped against the wood, several splinters jarred into her skin. And then for a moment it stopped.
For a moment everything was quiet and peaceful. Hinata hung against the wall, Neji pushing the whole of his pressure through his left hand to hold her weight. They were so close that Neji could feel her heartbeat over the millimetres separating them, heavy in the air. Her half-closed eyelids fluttered like butterflies wings, concealing her pearl eyes. Neji felt his heart racing, and hers, one out of sadistic excitement, the other beating madly from terror. Neji slowly traced her blue veins of her wrist. The she started shaking.
Slow, long, hacking coughs trembled her body, alabaster toes flexing and curling up. The tendons in her hand at ones standing out, tense, then relaxing fat sinews. Slowly a trickle of ruby blood stemmed from the corner of her mouth and around her bony chin. Neji leaned in, entranced by its passage. Slowly she began to struggle again as he leaned in, enjoying her complete and utter terror. Again she coughed, and this time her blood splattered in small droplets all over his face. She slowly looked at him, her face contorted with panic, "Neji! Please…"
Neji smirked and let go of her. "Looks like you did learn,"
She fell into a crumpled heap, face splattered with her blood, saliva and phlegm. Her hair, cut brutally short, touched the edge of her threadbare hoodie. Underneath her body her legs stuck out at awkward angles. Neji looked down on her, his pity mingling with hatred.
He knew it wasn't her fault she was the main branch heir, it wasn't her fault her father was born before his. It wasn't her blame that he was marked, neither was it her, that his father had died, chosen to die. It wasn't her who had destroyed him.
But Hinata-chan was the scrape-goat, the weakling, the ugly-duckling. The one who Neji could pin his depression and hatred and she would take it, again and again knowing, or thinking it was her to blame. No one would suspect, because she would never talk, and everyone knew she practically beat herself up training. Sad pearly eyes gazed up to him, a tear trickling down her face, before her eyes closed and fell into unintentional slumber.
Neji picked up his cousin and held her against his chest. His long, silken locks tickling her face. Forgetting his face was covered with small drops of ruby blood, slowly, he walked toward the compound.
"Oh, cousin Hinata, how I wrong you."
The Author part ;D
Looking back, I might make this into a two-shot dependant on the review feedback, so any ideas are appreciated. :P And by the way, If there was a second part it would be nejihina, so any ideas... This isn't really nejihina unless you stand upside down, on your head, and squint. A reallly am looking for critique to guide me as I have EXAMs soon, and generally want to do well.
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