Author's Note: This whole story will be in 2nd Person's POV. So it'll be you, you, you and you.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. Do we really need to go through this every single time?
You look out of the window. You were very young, and you were waiting for your father.
"Ojisan," you say to your uncle, tugging at his sleeve. "When is my father coming home?"
Your uncle shoots you a look – you didn't know he was on the phone – that beckoned you to go away.
You go to upstairs your room then, and flop down on your bed, sighing. Hina-chan was already asleep, but you couldn't. Something was wrong, and there was an uneasy feeling around you. Something was wrong.
You creep downstairs, like all those ninjas in town do. Your uncle is still in the phone, talking rapidly and loudly. Now that you're older, you realize it was because he thought that you were asleep, that you wouldn't hear what he was saying.
"… no, it's improbable that my brother would be walking around like a lunatic. No… I assure you he doesn't drink… he never did after – well, just find him, dammit!" Your uncle hangs up and he sees you, his eyes piercing your soul. "What are you doing here, Neji?"
You stutter, scared of what he was about to do. "I – I was just g-getting myself a glass of water."
"Well, go on and do it, then," your uncle says sternly.
"Papa is still not home, is he, uncle?" you ask, always the innocent one.
"No. Not yet. Just go get your drink and sleep, Neji."
"Hai."
End notes: So... This was when Neji was a kid. Obedient little bugger. The next will be the funeral of his father.
If you're asking why the hell it's short... I just make them short. Because I'm weird that way.
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