Disclaimer: Naruto characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto. Story is adopted from "Oh, how I loved her!" by Hanoch McCarty, Ed.D. I absolutely own nothing.
A Mound of Earth
-5th of April-
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The priest was finishing the gravesite service. All were solemn in remembrance of one of the greatest Hyuuga there was in Konoha. Suddenly, the 68-year-old man whose wife of 50 years now ashes in the icy earth began screaming in a thick hoarse voice, "Oh,oh, oh, how I loved her!" His mournful wail together with the howling winter wind interrupted the dignified quiet of the ceremony.
The main house family standing around the grave looked shocked and embarrassed at their master's uncharacteristic display. In the background, members of the branch house exchanged hushed murmurs. His grown children, blushing, tried to shush their father. "It's okay, Otousan; we understand, please calm down." The old man's unclouded milky eyes stared fixedly at the urn lowering slowly into the grave.
The priest went on. Finishing, he invited the family to shovel some dirt into the crypt as a mark of the finality of death. Each, in turn, did so with the exception of the old man. "Oh, how I loved her!" he moaned loudly. His son and two daughters tried to restrain him, but he continued, "I loved her!"
Now, as the rest of those gathered around began leaving the grave, the old man stubbornly resisted. He stayed, staring into the mound of earth as if trying to see her face once more. Hiro, his eldest, approached. "Otousan, I know how you must feel, but the sun is set and snow is starting to fall. It's time to leave. Okaasan would want us all to go on with life happily."
"Oh how I loved her!" the old man moans, miserably, on his knees. "You don't understand," he said to his son, "I almost told her once."
A/N: When I read Harold McCarty's "Oh how I loved her" I just thought of Neji and Hinata. So this is a Hyuugacest version. No flames please.