I thought it needed an update.
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There's a corner in your heart
For Me
I will pack my bags
Just to stay in the corner of your heart
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She's twelve and she's shy. She loves another through her opal eyes and this person barely acknowledges that she exists.
She fights with a power that is surrounded by innocence, she's never killed anyone and she would never want to, not unless she needs to protect something or someone else, only if that certain thing depended on her with their very life.
Her life means nothing to her.
She is just a tool.
She had no self-esteem; she knows not how precious she is.
How precious she is to me.
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She's fifteen now and she's still shy, no longer a child but grown up. I look down at her for no matter how much she grew in height I still tower over her. Her hair is longer, almost as long as my own, she's jealous of this fact but never says so out loud and I find it humorous, almost so much so that I crack a grin.
When I'm facing in the other direction, that is.
Just to sleep underneath your bed.
I listen to her footsteps as she walks away, each and every time, and I remember back to the days when we would share a bed as little children, afraid of what was happening and what was definitely going to come.
I walk away, my head down low, another mission is requested and once again I am to be separated from her, never knowing if I am to return to her finally being with someone, happily in love, or away on a mission, not knowing the magnitude of what was assigned to her and whether or not she would be okay, never knowing…
If I would return from my own mission, myself.
There's one minute of your day
I catch her gaze from across the table as we bow our heads in thanks before consuming the food in front of us. I watch her steadily as she excuses herself to her room, where she closes the door softly and allows the lock to click afterwards.
I excuse myself shortly after, mimicking her actions, and in that one moment we are united.
I can feel her heartbeat against mine.
There's one minute of your day.
She's never looked happier when she watches him.
There's one minute of your day.
I never look happier when I see her happy.
Oh, what I would do to see her happy because she was looking at-
There's one minute of your day.
Me.
I will leave this…behind
Her feet glide on the floorboards ever so softly, because she is a naturally soft person. She takes it slow and careful as to not wake anyone. No one notices but me that she is home so late, no one cares to think what Hinata could ever be doing when she goes out besides modest, ladylike, Hyuuga things.
Just to occupy one minute of your day.
Her feet stop at my door.
"Brother…?"
And I wince at the name she gives me, for I am her cousin, and at least that's a little better in regards to the case of loving her.
"Go to sleep."
Just to occupy one minute of your day.
"I would but…"
And those are the words of us. We think and we say the same, because we feel the same.
"Can I sleep with you?"
And it doesn't take any coaxing for me to get up and open the door, to follow her with my eyes as she makes herself comfortable on my bed, pulling up the covers over her body as she watches me walk over and take my place beside her.
This is, after all, where I belong.
Just to sleep underneath your bed
"Goodnight, Hinata."
"Goodnight, Brother."
And there are no words when she wraps her arms around my waist, only understanding.
Just to stay in the corner of your heart.
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Kudos to those who figure out the song lyrics I used.
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