Author's Notes: First one is SasuSaku, second one is a Hiashi-centric. Surprising, I know. XD
Etch Your Name On My Heart
There's a whole life written on the surface of her heart. A life full of pain and loneliness, of death and betrayal, paper fans and red moons.
It's not hers.
It's his, and even though he's not there anymore, she carries it for him, lives it for him, even dreams about it. It makes her stronger, sharpens her like a blacksmith hones a knife. Lee-san tells her she shouldn't carry it all alone and she can't bring herself to tell him that she's never thought of it as a burden. After all, she loves Sasuke. Not to the point of blindness, just more than anyone else.
She'd like to believe that he needs her, and maybe he does, but somehow she feels she might need him more.
She lives for him now, breathes him, and waits for the moment when she can look him in the eye and say, Now we're the same.
The End.
My Brother's Son
It must have been an ironic twist of fate that his brother's son seemed to live for the Main House's destruction, while Hizashi had died to save it. Watching Neji down in that arena, performing maneuvers that should have been impossible for a Branch member, he couldn't understand why everything was so convoluted. Why was Neji, a genius, born to his brother while he, the leader of the clan, produced only two daughters who had yet to impress him?
Hizashi had died to defy his fate, and Hiashi could see the beginning of that in Neji, in the way he moved, frowned, even drank his tea. Every movement filled with scorn and a sort of disparity that comes with knowing there is no way out.
The stadium broke out in cheers and calls as the Kaiten flashed silver and green.
Fighting, always fighting.
Would there ever be an end?
If there was, Hiashi almost hoped it would be because of that boy, the one struggling to break free, his brother's son.
The End.