Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or Xiaolin Showdown. These are a set of drabbles that I have written to help with my writer's block with White Eyes. Since they are all told from the point of view of a Naruto character, I'm putting them up in the Naruto section. They are in the order of Hiashi, Neji, Hinata, Sasuke, Itachi, and Kimiko. First up is Hiashi. Hope you enjoy.
NOTE: THIS IS SET IN THE ALTERNATE UNIVERSE IN MY FIC, WHITE EYES. IN THIS FIC, HIZASHI IS HINATA AND KIMIKO'S FATHER, AS WELL AS NEJI'S. I KNOW IN CANON THAT HIASHI IS HINATA'S FATHER. SO PLEASE DON'T REVIEW ME TELLING ME THAT. THANK YOU.
He worried about them. Try as he might, he worried about them.
He worried about Hinata. He worried that his fragile-hearted niece would not be able to deal with the pressures of being the clan head. She was sweet and kind, caring for her teammates and friends. She was more suited to being a medi-nin than the head of the clan. But there was no one else that could be the head. He could only hope that she would be able to handle it.
He worried about Neji. He worried about the dark looks in the boy's eyes and the coldness he gave off. He knew that Neji still blamed the main house for the death of the children's father, despite learning that Hizashi had chosen to sacrifice himself. Neji's relationship with his little sister had been frightening for a time, but finally had improved after his defeat at the hands of the Kyuubi boy. He could only hope that he continued to find his way out of the darkness.
He worried about all of his brother's children. However he worried about his youngest the most.
He worried about how hard she pushed herself. Kimiko would train until she collasped. And if you tried to stop her, she would respond that she had to be in top shape, that their enemies could attack at any moment. If she was not able to stop them, than the world could be plunged into one thousand years of darkness.
Her enemies were a cause for worry also. He had been unconcerned about the first few she had named. Vlad, Tubbimura, Katnappe, Jack Spicer…to the Hyuuga, they were pathetic, easily defeated. But then she had said those three names that had made his heart stop with fear. Wuya, Hannibal Roy Bean, and Chase Young. Three of the most feared forces of darkness that had ever been known. Every shinobi knew that if faced with these opponents, it would be better for one to commit honorable ritual suicide rather then fight. And yet his little niece had fought them and won. But just bearly and only with the aid of her fellow dragons. And they were still out there, mostly likely wanting revenge. He was afraid that one day he'd receive a funeral notice from the temple. They would have to bury her. And this time, it would be real. She wouldn't come back.
He worried about them. He couldn't help it.