WARNING: If you don't want to read this sad and gruesome part, feel free to skip this chapter… but it's also cute so…

Chapter three: BURN! BURN!

A three year old Neji Hyuuga walked down the halls of the branch clan temple. His little chubby feet would have made you think he was a baby penguin. He waddled out of the house. Mother won't mind if I go to the market for just a little bit. I mean, Mr. Uchiha of the sushi shop always gives me a free California Roll. The toddler wandered around the street. "Hello, young Hyuuga-san," a woman chirped to him in a loving way, "where are your parents Neji-san."

(Me: Um, you might be confused by the san thing. Well, she is just a village person… I refuse to say peasant… and he is a member of the great Hyuuga clan.)

"Hello, nice lady." He completely ignored the 'where are your parents'. Neji waddled some more when he came across Hiashi and his little cozen.

"Good day, Neji-chan," Hiashi tolled him, not stoping or looking down. (Me: MAN THE BYAKUGAN IS COOL!) Hinata smiled and waved. She would have said 'Hello Neji-kun' but, being two, she could not speak. Neji was almost to the Sushi Shop. He saw Mr. and Mrs. Uchiha (Me: there are lots of Mr. and Mrs. Uchihas') and 13 Itachi AND two year old Sasuke , coming out of the shop saying good-buy to there relative. Neji waited till they were gone till he hoped up onto the counter.

"Hello, Uchiha-san!" He said with the cutest smile he could manage on his face. This was his way of getting free food. A cute face.

"Hello, Neji-chan," Mr. Uchiha said, "would you like a California Roll?" Neji nodded. You better give me a California Roll, you called me CHAN! ONLY ELDERS OF MY OWN CLAN MAY CALL ME CHAN! As you can tell by his thoughts, Neji was pissed but still looked cute and happy… on the outside.

"THANK YOU! UCHIHA-SAN!" Neji said eating his roll. I'm such a suck-up. He hoped off the counter and back to his own place. By the time he got there he had finished his roll. Yum! Tasty! This one had EXTRA green stuff! He waddled though the hall-way of the temple. I wonder if mother noticed I was gone?

"Mommy! Daddy!" he had just realized he went though all the halls and hadn't seen his parents. That's odd. He went back to the front door and analyzed it carefully. No note? Mom and Dad always leave a note when they go on missions. He started opening doors. Door to the kitchen. Door to the training ground. Door to the dinning hall. Door to his bed room. Finally, he opened there bed room door. THAT was a mistake. Fire came swooping at him. He was knocked off his balance. An his right arm went num and his leg hurt like hell. It felt like hell in the fire. Two seconds later the child blacked out. -

Beep! Beep! Beep! Neji awoke to the sight of a wight room. With men dressed in white. Some women dressed in blue and a few in green. And Hiashi and Hinata. Neji looked down at his arms. One had lots of tubs in it, the other… was black. Neji heard some thing he didn't comprehend at the moment.

"His parents died in the fire, Mr. Hyuuga."

"Yes."

"It is remarkable that he's alive at all, but half his body is singed."

"I can see that."

"He might not be able to move that arm and/or leg. You know that, right?"

"Yes, but he's a fighter, he wont let a burned hand keep him from trying."

"You shear you want to take him in? It's a big dissection, Hyuuga San."

"I'm positive."

"I'll inform the third Hokage," with that, the doctor left.

"Uncle Hiashi, what's going on?" Neji asked.

"Your, parents, did not make it, as in, the fire, it, hurt them to the point of no return. Do you understand what I'm trying to tell you?"

Neji nodded, "There not coming back… right."

Hiashi lowered his head, "Right, long pause you know, Neji-chan, you might not have the ability to move that arm and leg, but I think you will."

"What?"

"You heard, young one, I think you will be able to move all your limbs, with the proper training, of course," he stopped for a second, "Neji, I will, be your guardian, for now on."

The three year old look at the man, "Uncle Hiashi..."

"Yes."

"W-what's a g-gar-guardian?" F.K.: Crying So, sniff sad. sniff POOR NEJI! Well, now you know the sniff story about sniff the sniff bandages! sniff, sniff Told you sniff you wanted to sniff skip it! sniff … Cries some more R and sniff R! T-tell m-me how y-you li-liked it! Waaaaaaaaaaaa!