Paring: NejiHina misting, blink-and-miss-it HiashiNeji
Rating: Tea.
Note: It hits you like a thousand tons of purple jell-o and asks "WHY? WTF WHY?"
Because I do not own. The insanity of one genius in the Hyuuga cage. Fucking italics abuse. DEAL WITH IT.(there may be… omg, SWEARING. U r warned)
There Are Things, And There Are Not
He is all and nothing and one and two and purple and the grass untrimmed in the front lawn. He is and therefore must be and may be wrong and may be perfect yet not.
He sees her, as she fights and stands back up and works to gain the power their clan is famous for. He sees her, the sister, the brat as she sneers and proclaims that she is the best save him because his all and nothing and no one can beat that.
So he lets her put her head on his lap when she cries, when that bastard uncle decides that she just isn't fucking good enough anymore, never was, and he fights back for him and for her, against 'he-who-hits-the-innocent' and 'she-who-is-not-god-but-wishes-to-be' because he is. He cannot change that. Cannot undo the undone.
So he watches her as she perfects what she has, so that she is perfect, because she is far more graceful than any of them, and she is god, to him at least.
And then there is hurt, for the undone that was life was stitched back together, and reality held the seams. She was not his, would never be his, and she was not her own. She would be someone else's love, someone else's world, someone else's…
So he hurts, hurts her and himself, and turns away from 'she-who-is-too-good' and returns to 'that-which-is-life-in-grey', because there are no salvations on paths lined with rose thorns and over seen by clouds of black.
He sees her as she grows, distant and even more untouchable than when he was part of her life. He sees himself, all and nothing and one and two and purple and the grass too cut too short in the training field. He is and he is not and therefore must be and yet not be, and he may be wrong and be perfect.
And he is, and yet not, and there, and yet far, and no matter how many times she reaches for him, and pushes her body beyond its limits and more, he does not see.
For all his perfection, he is blind to the only light in the dark.
And this he knows, for he is and yet is not, for he his perfect and yet the best imperfection.
There are things, he knows like she knows and knows more, and there are not.