Summary:

The eyes of the Hyuuga are as cold and glittering as the iced-over snowflakes. Are their minds, their hearts, their souls any different? [AU] [Non-Chronological Linked Drabbles]

General Disclaimer For The Entire Story:

I don't own Naruto. If I did, I'd have given Deidara more screentime, because he is awesome and a pyromaniac and thus doubly awesome. In fact, he's 120% awesomer, you could say. Oh, and the cover picture isn't mine, either. Should I change it? (Does anybody actually read this disclaimer?)


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(go with the flow)

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[Age 12]

Shikamaru and Hinata are playing Shogi.

She is going to lose soon, she knows she is going to lose soon.

(But that's not the point.)

In the room Shikamaru and Hinata are playing Shogi.

He feels the cool wooden boards, he is placing down a silver general.

(But that's not the point.)

A lively house's quietest hallway branches off in the room Shikamaru and Hinata are playing Shogi.

It is hosting a birthday party, it has happily laughing young guests.

(But that's not the point.)

The Nara Compound contains a lively house, whose quietest hallway branches off in the room Shikamaru and Hinata are playing Shogi.

Nara live in the Nara Compound, Nara die in the Nara Compound.

(But that's not the point.)

Forestland and streams border the Nara Compound, which contains a lively house, whose quietest hallway branches off in the room Shikamaru and Hinata are playing Shogi.

Deer dance around thickly hushed foliage, shadows prance amid thickly cast branches.

(But that's not the point.)

Konohagakure hold forestland and streams, which border the Nara Compound, which contains a lively house, whose quietest hallway branches off in the room Shikamaru and Hinata are playing Shogi.

Civilians chatter and smile, ninjas cut and smirk.

(But that's not the point.

Sometimes there isn't much point.

Sometimes the Nara Head's wife will decide to throw a birthday party for her newly-Chuunin lazy-as-ever son.

Sometimes that newly-Chuunin lazy-as-ever son will decide to play a quieter game of Shogi instead of 'mingling' with his 'too troublesome and too noisy' friends gathered downstairs.

Sometimes another newly-Chuunin driven-as-ever kunoichi will be the only one out of his 'too troublesome and too noisy' friends gathered downstairs who knows how to play the quieter game of Shogi.

Sometimes it's just two friends playing a quiet game, in a quiet room, in a loud house, in a languid Compound, next to a shy forest, in an orderly village.

Everything has a point; not everything has a point worth delving deep to see.)


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Because sometimes, there is no cryptic meaning.

Stuff happens, and then you die.

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