Drabbles of Konoha. "Neji, I want you to promise me something," she said. "Promise me you will never apologize for your gifts. You work hard and you deserve them. Never apologize for what is rightfully yours."

The curse of the Hyuga's grief plagues four year old Hinata. In an era weakness, there is a moment's comfort and strength, guided by a familiar fox's friendship.

Itachi frowned. If their father found out that Sasuke was playing with Naruto, it would punishment for both of them. He lifted his tiny brother from the ground, tossing the boy on his shoulders.

"What's that smell?" He wandered up to the shop, pushing aside the flags as he entered. Bar stools stood a foot taller than him, but no competing customers were fighting him for a seat. Naruto clambered on the stool, his head barely peeking above the bar.