Author's Note:Thanks for the person who Favorite-d (is that even a word?) I'm thankful someone thinks this is any good.
Disclaimer:I do not own Naruto.
You're clad in black, and you let the tears fall freely. Your father is dead, and you – you just stand there and cry. Weak. A disgrace.
You're crying because you realize you're alone. Your father is gone and there isn't anyone you can trust anymore. Your father's corpse is inside that – that thing, and you imagine he was just kidding and he'd sit back up, smile at you and say that you looked so funny. But he didn't.
People look at you with sympathy. Sympathy. You don't need it. You wipe the tears from your eyes and vow never to be weak again. You vow that you'll be the best, and you won't break down anymore. Crying was for weak and you – Neji Hyuuga – aren't one of them. Far from it. You have a mark on your forehead, and you hate it. Loathe it. Despise it.
It holds you back, you'd heard your father argue with the elders. But they don't care. They didn't. You were a part of the branch family. Your duty was to serve them, keep them safe – even if your life was on stake. It was your destiny.
You knew if you rebelled, you'd get hurt - maybe even die... But was death really a bad thing? You look at the coffin one last time, allowing another tear to fall. But papa looked so peaceful. You ponder on dying one last time, thinking that if you were to die, you'd see you dad again, and not just a reflection of him in your uncle.
You shake your head. Hizashi - your father - wouldn't want you to waste your life. He even foughtfor it. He wanted you to live a happy, normal life.
But it wasn't possible. Not when he's gone. Not when he left you.
End notes:This is so short. I don't know if it really was this way, but I just thought it would be. I don't know when Neji's father died, care to tell me?
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