Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, but I do own their kids, all OC's and all mine! Wait, that sounds kinda wrong, let me rephrase that…
Neji: I better be in this chapter or else!
EE: Ooooooooooo, I'm so scared, what are you going to do, use that 64 touch thingy?
Neji: On you? I don't even need to waste chakra on a freak like you!
EE: -sarcastically- Thanks, Neji; you make me feel so loved.
Neji: I try…
DD: Both of you shut up and get writing EE!
Neji: Yeah, Freak!
AA: You're all freaks! That means you especially, Neji!
Neji: So? You're the sister of a freak, that's even worse!
All: Huh?
DD: You do realize that made absolutely no sense, right?
Neji: …..
EE: uh, Neji?
Neji: you're a freak!
EE: -sweat-drops-
DD: and here is chapter three!
Hyuuga Nai Li…
As I was often told, I never lived up to my father's expectations. My older brother did. My father? My father was the Genius of Geniuses, the prodigy of his clan, an elite jounin, and was called Hyuuga Neji. Now maybe it was just because I was only half Hyuuga. But either way, there I was walking home, surrounded by other girls my age taunting me. Not directly, but trying to make me feel crumby. But I didn't care, not me, I was a Hyuuga and I never showed emotions.
My father, Neji, became a jounin at fifteen, and my brother Yoru at seventeen. And here I was fifteen, and still not even a chuunin. Yes, lots of people become chuunin's at older ages, but as I said, I was a Hyuuga; I had to live up to my clan's reputation and follow exactly like my father and brother. I tried too, but I'm just not as talented as they are. And sometimes I even think they hated me for it too, which they probably did. My mother on the other hand, was an excellent kunoichi herself, didn't seem to mind that I was no prodigy.
"Nai Li," one girl said, "Can you show us your cursed seal?"
They all giggled. I resisted the urge to hit them all. They were rude enough to mention it in the first place but then they laugh? Disgusting! They wouldn't be laughing so much if the Head family suddenly appeared right then and put cursed seals on their own foreheads.
"No." I said trying to sound as calm as I could when my insides were making me feel hot with anger.
"Too bad you can never take your forehead protector off in public." Another girl added.
"That is too bad, because you look totally stupid with it on your forehead, and even worse with just a seal." The first said.
They all laughed again. And I walked faster.
When I finally got home, I looked in the bathroom mirror. I was about five feet, four inches tall, with black hair that I wore in two buns, and white eyes. I reached back and untied my forehead protector. Underneath, was a green spindly mark that showed well against my pale forehead. Just looking at it made me sick. I punched the mirror, quite hard, but ended up just hurting my fist and causing the mirror to rattle a bit. I always thought I had an anger problem.
"You know, if you break that it will be seven years of bad luck." A voice said from behind me that I recognized as my own brother Yoru. I sighed and placed a palm on the mirror to stop it.
"I've never had any good luck." I thought out loud, and examined my forehead with my reflected white eyes.
He followed my gaze and his expression changed to a more serious one. I stopped for a second, of course he knew I was looking at the seal, but I just ignored that and looked down at my forehead protector in my hand and traced the Konoha symbol with my forefinger.
"Why did you take it off?" he asked solemnly, white eyes glued to the reflection of my forehead in the mirror. I sighed again and boldly tied my forehead protector around my neck.
"Is that a crime?" I asked glaring at him, even though I really had no reason to be mad at him. Poor guy, I'm just like that though.
"No, but why are you looking at it?" he asked and even glared his white eyes back at me. 'Oh, great, now he's pissed.' I thought regretfully. I sighed, I really do that too much, but anyway I turned to face him.
"Them," I said bitterly, "Other kids." And I walked past him toward the door but he stopped me. No, not by standing in my way or anything like that, but by something else.
"What did they say?" he asked casually, and like I said a paused, it's funny how you do that when you're mulling things over in you head. Not that what Yoru just said confused me, but I just didn't know he could be so, so…
"Understanding."
"What?" he asked confused. 'Oops!' I bit my lip so I wouldn't say anything again. I hadn't realized I had said that last word out loud.
"Oh, uh, nothing important," I stammered, "GotogotrainBYE!"
And I dashed from the room, leaving an extremely confused Yoru left to look in an empty mirror.
As Shiro and Yoru left me at my front door I sighed. So would you if you were just about to get chewed out by my mother Ino like I was. I was so dead, and my dad, Shikamaru was too lazy to stop her from killing me, some dad. Tashi would only laugh. I knew that one but doesn't everyone's little brother laugh when their parents yell at them? (A/N: I sure as hell know mine does!). Anyway, I was dead.
"Thanks for picking me up guys." I told them and flashed a fake smile. They knew me too well to fall for it though. They fake smiled back and before I knew it I wasn't fake smiling anymore, I had gone from fake smiling to real frowning. So did they.
"I'm gonna DIE!!!" I whimpered and they nodded grimly. That didn't exactly boost my confidence though. Not that I had ever had a lot of confidence to begin with. But you get the idea.
After they left, I took a deep breath and walked in the door. Before I even got in my house I was being screamed at by my mother, Ino.
"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING!" She screamed furiously and shaking her fist at me. Her blues eyes were wide and filled with anger. Sometimes I wondered if my eyes looked like that when I was mad. I supposed so since I looked exactly like her, with light blonde hair and sky blue eyes. I wasn't pretty like she was though, I mean for a forty-five year old. I didn't even look as pretty as the pictures from her at seventeen. Oh, well, that never really bothered me anyway, because I was really focused on becoming chuunin for the past four years, and I was aware that I missed a lot during that time, like being with people my own age and trying to teach Tashi my dad's shadow jutsu that we inherited. That bothered my mother more than me though.
"I was thinking if I wanted to become jounin anytime soon I'll have to train." I said calmly just to piss her off more. And don't asked me why I thought it was amusing to put myself in even deeper shit than I was, that doesn't matter.
"YOU COULD HAVE AT LEAST TOLD ME!" She yelled, like I said even more pissed off now.
"You would have said no." I snapped and looked away.
"Why are you so committed to becoming a ninja?" she asked, still yelling.
"Because it's what I want to do, okay? You wouldn't understand!" I yelled at her and stumbled passed her into the house leaning on the walls for support. I headed straight to my room even though it hurt like hell, and passed my dad, Shikamaru on the way. He raised his eyebrows when he saw me but I decided to ignore it.
"So..." he began. I stopped to stare at him; besides, my ankle was exploding with pain.
"Where. Were. You!" My mother said through clenched teeth as she entered the room.
"Not here." I said humoring her. But that just pissed her off more, like I said I found it amusing. When I looked at my dad for help I knew I wasn't going to get, I saw that his eyes were asking the same question.
"AARRGGHH!" she shrieked in frustration, "Why can't you give up your silly ambition and be like normal girls your age?"
That is what officially ticked me off then. "Why can't you stop being a PMSing bitch and let me be who I want to?" I yelled and hobbled into my room, using the wall to lean on and slammed the door. But before I could get a chance to lock it, she wrenched it back open, so hard I thought for a second it might fly off its hinges. But luckily, the person who built the doorway was good at their job.
"Look at yourself, Cho!" she ranted, "You're bruised all over and what have you accomplished!"
"It's training, like I said earlier, you wouldn't understand, so just…" I paused here I don't know why.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" I yelled at the top of my voice and slammed the door once more, this time in her face.
"AARRGGHH!" I screamed and kicked the wall of my bedroom before I collapsed on my bed from exhaustion.
I walked in my front door just as I heard a slamming noise and someone yelling. I recognized the voice immediately because it was my older sister, Cho. I ran into the living room to see my mother steaming mad and my dad lazily reading a newspaper as if he had much calmer surroundings. "Typical." I thought.
"Oh, hey, Tashi, your back already?" My dad asked looking up from his paper.
"Yeah. Was that Cho earlier?" I asked even though I know it was, only Cho could manage to make my mom that mad, she had even surpassed my dad. We didn't think that was possible, besides I would know my sister's voice right? I mean I've had to live with her for fifteen years, after all.
"Yeah, she decided we were worthy enough to give a visit." He said and went back to his newspaper. I always thought that he was a little too calm about things sometimes, and my mom the exact opposite. I sighed.
Hearing my sigh, my mom looked up and saw me. I tried to smile and maybe escape…
"TASHI, YOU'RE GROUNDED, NOW GET LOST!" she screamed.
"What did I do?' I asked defensively.
"ABOLUTLY NOTHING, NOW GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!" She yelled and I ran. I ran to my room and closed the door. Sighing I sat down on my bed and wondered how Cho argued with her when she got that scary. Cho used to do everything she was told as a child, but she soon grew into such a rebel, that I, with all of my F's in school became the 'good kid.' Just because I didn't act weird like her, I mean no offence to her, but my sis, Cho, is one weird girl.
I didn't really know where I was going but it did feel odd to be outside with my forehead protector around me neck instead of the traditional place where it would cover my cursed seal. I was just standing in front of my house, forehead exposed, to anyone who just walked down me street and happened to look at my forehead, if there was anybody, the street was completely empty, because it's not all that busy. I sighed, I was only doing this so I could maybe rebel against my father and brother, but the damn street was empty! I've always said I had the worst of luck.
Turning around to go back inside feeling extremely foolish I bumped into someone in the doorway. Looking up I saw that it was my father. He stared at me strangely before his white eyes looked very stern and even angry. At first, I was confused by this but then realized what he wasn't liking. 'SHIT!' I internally screamed. But, externally, I just muttered a fast sorry and tried to rush past him but he caught the collar of my shirt and held it in a fist. And that really hurts if you're going fast enough too.
"Nai Li," he asked emotionless and his stone eyes seemed gentle but dangerous, "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" he yelled suddenly. Now I had seriously never seen him this pissed off. He's usually so calm and icy, exactly like how I tried so hard to be, never really yelling.
And that was the day that I actually found out my parents could really yell, well my mother cried more than she yelled, but I didn't know one person could pack that much tears into their eyes without them exploding. Now, my mother was never an emotional person, but I guess it really broke her heart that I was standing there with those spindly green lines etched across my forehead.
EE: hope ya liked it!
Neji: Yes! I'm in it!
EE: -sweat-drops- typical.
DD: Please review!
EE; What she said!
Neji: What the freak said!
EE: I put you in and you still call me a freak?
Neji: Yep, so readers tell this idiot here –points at EE- to put me in next time too!
EE: Pay no attention to the white-eyed freak!
DD: He's a hobo we found on the street!
EE: So like we said please review! -