Neji POV
I remember the first time I met her.
She was so nice to me,
Even when everyone else wasn't.
They thought I was a freak,
Because of my eyes.
Not her.
She said they were genuine.
One of a kind.
That's how we became friends.
That's when others knew it was okay to hang out with me.
We were in the same class,
And we always sat next to each other
We were best friends from then on.
But that same year,
It was then when my father was sacrificed.
Born to be nothing but a tool.
I cried,
When I knew he was gone from this world.
I went to see her;
She didn't live far away.
I tried to hold back my tears,
To show her I wasn't...
...Weak.
But she grabbed me by the shoulders,
Telling me it's okay to cry.
She walked me to the park,
And told me to sit down.
She reached for something in her bag.
A box of onigiri.
Just for me.
We sat under the shady tree,
As I took a bite out of my rice ball.
She knew how I felt,
A life with no more parents.
"Fate is not on my side," I said.
"I've got to be a different Neji."
"You know…take life more…seriously."
She frowned and looked down at the grass.
"But we'll always be best friends."
I hugged her,
Then, grabbed another snack.
I knew,
That I wasn't lying.