Well. I'd say putting author commentary at the end of one of my stories is taboo, but writing a Naruto fanfiction is sort of taboo in itself, so I figured I might as well explain. For starters, I don't know what the hell is wrong with me. I've written, not this, but my Naruto series over about a thousand times. If you compare how many times the Ramayana has been told to how many times I've written this series of fanfictions, the numbers would probably come pretty close.
That's only half of a joke.
I don't by any means find this installment perfect; but before I get into all that I should probably clarify for parts to come. This section- Meisai, is not part of the original train wreck I've been trying to clean up for the last 6 years. I added it because it was something that I earnestly felt like writing, and really, I'm sort of sad that it's finished. In my opinion, Neji is one of the most complex characters the series has to offer. (Not discounting everyone else, of course.) And on that note, I apologize seriously if I messed up the Naruto cannon. It's been a ridiculous amount of time since I've actually watched the show, but I've found myself enjoying the spin-off anime "Rock Lee and his Ninja Pals" (the title in Japanese being too long and confusing for my stupid American brain), and this story was, in a way, inspired by that show. Of course, if you've ever seen the show, you're well aware of the insanely stupid humor. And if you've ever read any of my other fanfictions you're well aware of the insanely stupid seriousness in them, so it's hard to see where the two meet up. They really don't; but that's where this story came from.
Anyway, I'm not going to get into why exactly this story is an imperfect vanity project. I think most of you can come up with your own assertions and ad homonym attacks. But even though it's not perfect, I think I portrayed some of the themes I was going for. I'm more proud of this work than some of the others sitting on my profile, so why not post it? Fun for the whole family.
You know. Except for all the sex.
For those of you who don't know, I've been going through something of a slump lately and have written quite a bit more than I've posted. But a lot of what I've written I've deemed unfit for reading, and that's part of the reason I've been so bad, and slow with new stories. But I think I have something good here; maybe not this story in itself, but for what's about to come. This is essentially part one of a four part series focusing on Ashita. (Yes. I am terribly aware that it's quite a silly name. Feel free to scream at the thirteen year old version of myself who totally thought she could speak Japanese.) So if you found yourself wondering about the unexplained parts of this story, your questions will hopefully be answered in the next three parts if you so decide to read them. Hopefully.
I won't say much more than that. But I will say this is actually, chronologically, the last part in the whole series. (So there are no awful-baby-daddy-original-characters to worry about. I think it's bad enough to have one running around, and I thank you all for getting this far.) Hopefully that leaves something for everyone to look forward to.
Anyway, thanks for reading! Your support is the only reason I keep going, and the only reason I want to smash my head into a cinder block because you've all turned me into a terrible perfectionist. But really, that's a pretty good thing in the long run, so thanks again.