Where Do We Go?
Summary: This was a question he asked himself again and again.(Oneshot)
This was made at midnight because I couldn't sleep. If is feel like it, I may do more.
Neji sat in his room staring at the birds flying past his window. He wondered if his father was up there, a bird, finally free of the cruse mark. Neji got to thinking of his father. How he loves him even though he wasn't in Neji's life for very long. Soon that brought another question. 'Where do we go? When we die, do we become something else or do we sit underground, waiting to be free from the earthy confinement forever? Or, do we have judgement? Do we sit in some room and wait while people, no not people, ghosts, apparitions, or other beings decide our fate? Our fate, what would the choices be? Would guilty mean Hell and not guilty mean Heaven? What do they even judge? Do they think about how good you were to others or how full you lived your life?'
Neji sat there, thinking all of this and more. He soon came to a conclusion. He would wait to die to find out all of his questions. But he knew that he might live to the next day, so he would live life to its fullest each day. Not to many things in one day though, that would make the rest of his life boring.
Neji stood up and walk outside to the garden. There he picked up a red rose. 'I may not be able to do this tomorrow once my head clears. So lets get this done.' With that he got up and walked down the street.