A fic dump day. Because most people don't read things I write, I'll assume that you haven't read about it. I'll be on hiatus for two months or more…again, which ever way you perceive it. If that even matters.

Excerpts from the song:

It's not your fault that you're always wrong

The weak ones are there to justify the strong

Hey, you, what do you see?

Something beautiful, something free…

Neji was beautiful.

The beautiful people were perfect. They said the right words, did the right things – and to become one of those beautiful people, you have to meet their expectations. Neji was never ugly, never tried to be better, because he was already perfect unlike those who shrank back in their seats with their heads hung low.

Like this one.

"Hinata-sama," He greeted politely, nodding slightly in acknowledgment, eyes closed. He was better than her, born better than her, as he will always be. Back strait, lips curved slightly up – way better than the one he addressed who is shaking for reasons that Neji doesn't understand, doesn't care about.

"N – Neji-nii-san." She nodded too, eyes immediately cast downward, shying away and stupid.

Neji would've laughed.

Hinata was so ugly, especially when she was with Naruto. Ugly people deserved ugly things, and Neji didn't want anything better for anyone else. As an afterthought – anyone who chose Naruto was downright disgusting.

Besides, wasn't he better? Why Naruto? Why not him?

Hinata was born to fail, and Neji was born to succeed. He believes strongly in that. Fate made it so that there were people like him; people for the weaker ones to look up to, the humans for display.

"Do you know how to become a god?"

He isn't surprised – he doesn't turn his head. He knows there is no one there.

He keeps walking.

"I am better than everyone," He says, "Everyone."

He wonders when he had started talking to himself.

-

Neji never dwelled on his mistakes, because he never made any. Unlike Naruto, who tried and tired so hard – but never won, because he has everything about him going wrong.

Neji started off like everyone else – he was born. He grew up.

Then he got the curse seal.

It affected him more than it should have – but it never completely stopped him, far from it. He worked hard and is on his way to getting what he deserves – freedom. Under all the anger, all the hate, inside the bars of the cage – he feels like he could fly, sometimes, to the brink of heaven, or whatever place he knew the gods were – to the place that he really belonged to. He'd never stopped flying, because he was high. Out of reach. Beautiful.

"Do you know how to kill a god?"

And when his uncle stepped through the open door, fingers curling into a familiar form, Neji fell.

"Hiashi-sama," Neji acknowledged politely, stiffly bowed. He forces his eyes to stay open, forces himself to look, because if he couldn't see Hinata now…

After he screams, no one could see how beautiful he was again.

I don't even know why I wrote this. I was just really bored, I guess.

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