I just felt like typing. Don't take my craziness personally :D
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Dang...I have ANOTHER concert today!! It's playing violin at the mall. The last concert was on Friday XP
This is my favorite chappie yet but of course every chappie is a favvie!!
Enjoy!
November 7, Year of the Cresecent Moon
- 5:39 -
He's waiting by the door with an impatient expression outlined on his features. His arms are folded and his stance is secretive, not wanting to do with anything in the outside world.
I feel strangely disappointed, but he's -
Like he always is. Why should I expect differently, especially from someone like him?
When I arrive Neji immediately starts talking. "Hinata. Tsunade says that Hanabi has arrived. A reminder, in case you should forget." He doesn't pause, doesn't consider anything. "Tomorrow is the seventh Test. You won't be taking it."
My eyes widen slightly at this but he continues in that same indifferent tone, "Test Seven was merely a battle against your partner. Obviously it's not likely that Sasuke - " I hear a slight catch in his voice - "going to be ready."
A test? A battle, more like. I shudder inwardly, picturing my ripped up body after the effects of Chidori.
"That's all."
I reflect on thanking him, my heart in battle with my mind. The mind wins. "Thank you for telling me, Neji."
He doesn't respond at first. I peer into his face, his eyes haunted by the crude light of the hospital. His mouth opens. "What were you thinking?"
"Wh-what?"
"What were you thinking?! You didn't tell me about Hiashi's death. You didn't tell me about Hanabi's arrival. It seems," he utters, his voice now cold, "that you want nothing to do with me. Your cousin."
"I...I didn't mean that. I was just - in some kind of a, a flunk after his death. I didn't want to talk - " His eyes don't buy it and I rush on, "It was horrible! And even I didn't remember about her visit. I - "
"You were being stupid, then," he cuts in.
I barely realize there's a small smirk placed on his mouth. He wanted me to feel bad.
"And to think I'm supposed to protect some simpleton like you."
No...stop it. I'm trying to figure my feelings after death, and you're saying I should...do what?! What MORE CAN I DO?
I don't answer but I feel the cold rivulets running down my cheeks.
If he sees my tears he obviously doesn't care and doesn't understand,
"Hinata, I'm supposed to protect you. And in the sixth Test you were all but killing yourself. Now that Hiashi's dead, I'm free to go. I don't need to be applied with this burden. Some person like you shouldn't take it lightly that I'm excusing myself. No, Hinata..." His voice diminishes but his rage does not;
"I'm not free. I'm still not free of my destiny." His voice is bleak, speaking the truth. "I'm still in the Branch, and whether I have to risk my life to save the Main part of the clan...it's still my job, even if I go against it. I'm still considered to be..." The last word is echoed harshly. "...Branch."
Sunlight suddenly seeps into the air, and I see his face. It's frightening. It's the face of someone who seems to have gone mad.
"I can't change my destiny. Neither can you. And you're tied up with every other idiot. Like Naruto. Like Kiba..."
At the mention of Kiba's voice I jump, my tears stopping. "D-don't say that! Kiba and N-naruto aren't like that. They're kind people - "
"They're fools are what they are."
Now I feel the bottle anger rushing to escape, fizz out. I absorb strength, even courage, from this unstoppable rage.
"Who do you think you are to say that? I...I can change my destiny. A-anyone can! I'm already making new friends a-and - and - "
The word drops like a stone. "Friends." Bitterly he stares at me. "There aren't any such things as friends. Tools, maybe - " He touches his kunai pouch, "but nothing more."
Angry winds whistle through the trees, snapping off a few dead branches.
"I hate you," he utters, completely serious.
I freeze.
"I hate you," he repeats. Animosity fills his pale lavender eyes. He opens the pouch and draws a shiny kunai out, his gaze still focused on mine. "You're the only obstacle that is in my path. Do you realize - " His voice grows louder, more infuriated, "that I could kill you right now? I could kill you, and - "
"That won't be necessary."
I turn around hastily, astonished.
Sasuke stands there, looking extremely ticked off. "What's with you? You're always acting so high and mighty." He walks up to Neji. Both their eyes narrow angrily. "I'm sick of how you talk to Hinata that way."
The kunai Neji holds rises - so does Sasuke's fist -
It's happening too soon. Two lives, circled twice - four deaths...
His uncle, my father...my uncle, his father...and now them. I have to do something.
I can't let this go on!
And a shrill voice escapes - "N - no! Stop it!" I'm seeing images, images of the dead, rotting, brown corpses. "S-stop it!" My hands are on my ears and I'm shaking my head to stop the death, the stench of blood -
"STOP IT!!"
It's louder than I intended to state, and the receptionist hurries out, carrying two pieces of paper and her clipboard.
At the sight of the two Genin her mouth grows open in shock.
Quickly Neji looks at the situation, his mouth twisted unnaturally into a false smile. But the words that come out are soft. "I'm sorry. Gomenasai. It's my fault." He stares at me, hate coloring the world, and then straightens up, the kunai disappears in his shirt sleeve.
My cousin turns away and walk off.
The flustered nurse stares at Sasuke, now her only victim. "And you! Y-you're supposed to stay in bed!"
Sasuke looks guarded and doesn't meet my eyes. "Sorry." A smooth voice, designed for disguise.
He enters the hospital without another word, another look. Most of my brain won't acknowledge what has happened.
He...he has...stood up...for me...
I notice the mark on his neck as he walks away, supported by the nurse. It's made of three swirls.
Somehow this design scares me more than anything I've ever seen before.
Sasuke...what happened while you were underwater?
(Shall I write more? Evil voice. Okay. I shall write more.)
It's nearly eight o'clock by the time I walk home. Those few hours were spent under a tree on the training grounds, thinking about what has happened.
The training grounds comfort me. Not because that it has my blood, my sweat, and my tears on the poles that I have trained relentlessly upon, but it's also where Kiba and I fought. Those memories are lodged into my brain forever.
The...only happy memories from a long time...ago...
At least, it feels so long ago. So untouchable. I'd started on the path of grieving and learning how to accept myself.
Now Neji has torn me from that path and I am walking on air, walking and now...
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I don't know how to get up. Yes, I'm out of my shell but now I lie broken, in bits, on the swirling, snowy ground, my soul and my confidence shattered.
I need more ideas desperately!! (not to mentiion more reviews :P)
Sasuke is cute in this chappie, no? I'm suddenly obsessed with him XD
And you, reader, are about to ask me stuffs...
You: So...Lumberry...Why did you make Neji so mean?
Me: (Indifferently): Mean? He's not mean. He's hot.
You: ...(sweatdrops). But you wrote about his eyes and the hate and...
Me: That's how he honestly feels before he realizes that destinies CAN, in fact, be changed. (nods) (sips coffee) (nods again)
You: ...(sweatdrops). Coffee? You're only thirteen. It's not good to get a caffeine addiction.
Me; (by this time I have already drunk all of it) (throws down cup) (runs into sunset screaming "Neji!!")
You: ...(sweatdrops): I'm suddenly dehydrated.
Get it?? Sweatdrops ARE made of water, right? So if you use a lotta sweatdrops you get dehydrated or something XD
I feel hyper and random today. I could use a few cookies!
Lumberrrrrry
