Don't flame me for being emo.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, but I was Masashi Kishimoto's inspiration for Hyuga Neji.

Canni?

He looked at the blade of hiss kunai. It was perfectly sharp. Blood dripped from the blade. In the dull gray steel he could see the reflection of his bare skin. Cuts rent the surface, splitting the white of his flesh into three. He smiled and licked the blade. How could something be so easy and yet so hard? How could something hurt so much yet feel so good?

Nothing meant anything anymore. All that was left beneath his jaded mask was rage: rage, sorrow, and pain.

He was hurting and no one could see. Or else no one wanted to see. Tenten had seen the cuts on his arms, she had even seen some with blood still on them, but she made no mention of it… He couldn't bear if anyone knew his secret, but you would think his best friend would know him better than that.

But now he couldn't bear it anymore. He couldn't bear to be the prodigy who was adored by the entire village yet alienated by his own family. He couldn't take the whispers of his clan and the secrets of his father's death. He could no longer take long hours of training only to be faced with the truth that he would never amount to anything in his uncle's eyes. He couldn't take his own hatred of himself for his weakness… He hated everyone because they ignored him. H e hated everyone because they needed him too much.

I should just take this kunai and end it all now. Can I? Canni?

It was sharp, it was perfect. He could do it now and no one would know what happened. The pain would kill Tenten. Maybe she should have noticed what was happening. Did anyone even notice how I changed? Did anyone even care?

He wanted to leave them something to say, "It's your fault". A suicide note written in his own blood held a bit of morbid romance. He fumbled through the papers that lay on his desk, trying to find a blank one. But something caught his eye. Scrawled in familiar brushstrokes on the paper were words of betrayal and salvation. "We know what is going on. We will tell someone if you do not. Lee and Tenten.

Lee. Tenten. His friends had noticed, but what could he say? Which took more courage? The kunai and death, or the truth and… Can I? Can I tell them? Can I die? Truth? Kunai? Can I????? Kunai? Canni?

Could he tell somebody? Would anyone care? Did he even have the courage? Which took more courage, the kunai or the truth? Can I? Canni?