Title:To Fly
Author: Quookie
Rating: PG
Summary: A bunch of drabbles intended to have rivers of tears running down reader's faces
and their feeble hearts crushed forever into oblivion by my evil fanfics so- pshh yeah, like I could
pull that off.
Disclaimer: Naruto is property of Kishimoto-san. I, sadly am not him.
A/N: I changed the title and summary up a little here. Getting all sentimental, so my muse
decides to come and whack me over the head. And this, well, is the result of a inspirational
concussion.
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Chapter 2: Of Birds and Imaginary Cages
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Sometimes, Neji wonders what it would be like to fly.
Walking the familiar steps between the Main House and the Branch House, Neji stares at the
wall that seperates the two. The wall, physically and symbolically showing the border, the line
he had so often dreamed of crossing. The wall could be easily torn down with a well place punch.
Certainly, Neji is capable of that.
He inwardly marvels at the audacity of the thought. A branch house member, nevermind the only
one with Hyuuga blood flowing thick through his veins, breaking thousands of years of old tradition?
It was impossible, unthinkable.
So maybe he wouldn't break down the wall. It would be much easier to direct some chakra to his legs,
and he would easily clear the wall and for a fleeting moment, fly like a bird. The top of the wall's tiles
were cracked anyway, so it wouldn't matter if he added some more. His landing would be soft and
unheard, and no one would notice a branch house member walking through the main house with some
heavily laid genjutsu.
Because that was his dream wasn't it? To overcome the bars of fate, caging him to the un-wavering
path of destiny.
But if he was discovered, he would certainly be punished.
And a sudden shiver skittered down his back as he envisioned landing on the opposite side, and coming
face to face with pale eyes so like his own. But those pale eyes would look, without anger or fear or
pity, but would simply look at Neji in a way that made him want to run and hide in the darkest corner
and wait until his heart beat slowed down. Made him want to somehow get rid of the tiniest of smiles
gracing her lips.
Maybe he would glare at her, and icy glare worthy of the former resident ice prick Uchiha Sasuke. But
seeing her gaze falter and her smile evaporate and her stance slightly crumple inward made his heart
constrict in a way that made him seriously consider going to Godaime for some chest pain relief.
Or maybe, he would stride to the girl who smiled so calmly at him and sweep her into a bone-crushing
embrace. And promptly close the distance between them and kiss her slowly, with all the passion of the
fire that had been building up for years between his breastbone (which was probably just indigestion).
And when he pulled away, he would watch her red bruised lips slightly part as she looked at him beneath
her lashes and murmur, "Neji-niisan.."
Yes, perhaps he would do that.
But a sudden fear grips him at the implications of his thoughts, and he quickly turned away from the wall,
from the promise and the pain it held. Throat constricting and stance turning rigid, the wheels in his head
played out the imaginary scene. He walks back the way he came, but slows and thinks about the wall and
all it represents.
Tomorrow he would return and survey the wall. After all, it was nothing for a genius like Hyuuga Neji to
clear the wall.
But he doesnt. And sometimes, he wonders what it would be like to fly.
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A/N: So? Good? No? See you in the next chapter!