Having never been a patient man, it was easy to piss my father off. He kept pressuring me into answering his questions and nothing but lies tumbled from my lips. I kept reassuring myself that uncle Hizashi wouldn't mind. Of course, he had always been an honest man and expected the same from me but I didn't doubt for a second that he would be offended with the way I treated his brother. Hell, the guy had traded me for his brother's son. I was allowed to hold a grudge by the way he treated me. It made my blood boil and I wanted to destroy shit. I wanted to go to a store and smash everything in it. I never did of course. That would be a felony. I was not a criminal. I was a liar and yes, there was a difference.
After being banished to my room, my rotten scumbag of a father left me to wander the empty halls. There wasn't anyone around and I wondered where all the other Hyuga Clan members were. The compound was only monumentally colossal because there were so many family members living in it. All Hyuga stayed within the compound. By my knowledge, Uncle Hizashi and I were the only ones to have never stayed.
Ambling up a set of stairs, I was beginning to creep myself out by thinking of different Supernatural episodes only I didn't have a pair of gorgeous brothers to save me. My steps halted and I thought of a pair of beautiful black haired brothers that I knew particularly well. Blushing at my thoughts I hurried my steps, praying to the Lord for someone to come out of nowhere and help me and not try to kill or eat me.
As my luck had it, I spotted someone coming out of a room and sprinted for them. It was a boy my age and when I got closer I realized who it was. Neji! Never in my entire life had I been so happy to see him. Hurrying, I rushed up to him and seized his lean body into a tight hug, burying my face between his shoulder blade.
He gasped and struggled. Afraid to get beaten, I let go quickly and peered up at him with shining eyes. Neji was by far one of my favorite people in the world. Which was a hard feat to accomplish if you were a Hyuga, for I seem to hold a grudge against them. I could never imagine why...
"Hinata!" his thin pink lips curled up into a rare smile and he brushed his palms against my shoulders. He had never been one for great displays of affection, public or not. "Uncle left for Father's shop but I didn't realize he was going to take you in!" internally, I winced at the word uncle. It was easy for me to forget that to Neji, my Father was his uncle and to I, Neji's father was my uncle. We were twisted. And not in the way most assume. That's my Father, not us.
"I can't find my room..." I whispered, embarrassed. Still smiling, he wrapped his cold hand around mine, which was probably just as frozen, for the compound felt like an ice palace, and led me down a corridor.
"Don't worry Hinata." his voice was low, not yet a whisper but not quite a normal octave. As if he was afraid someone would overhear his words. "Uncle Hiashi won't bother you. He's much to preoccupied." by the dark look that graced his pointed features, I felt like I was missing something. Was Father doing something malevolent again? I would not be surprised. Father was the type of person to kick puppies, strangle kitties and steal food from the homeless only to throw it in a puddle and call it trash. Or something along those lines. I didn't know what the man did in his spare time.
It seemed as if Neji had seen my curious look but he disregarded it and led me down another hallway that somehow seemed familiar, as if I had walked down it in a dream. In the dream though, I remembered it being warmer. Much warmer. Light had basked the floors and walls and cast golden glows wherever I had stepped but now the hall was nothing more than graying floors and dusty, oak panels that had seen better days. Despite the antique shop being cramped and musty, it felt like a home. More so than the mansion of a house called the Hyuga compound. How Neji could ever call it home was beyond me.
At last, Neji stopped at a door and I felt as though we had been walking forever. Pushing the door open, my breathe caught at the sight. It was warmer, with the large window pulled open and balmy heat was illuminating the entire room. To the far left was a large bed, kind sized at the most with thick cobalt sheets and a poka-dotted comforter the shade of a robin's egg. To the one side was a night stand with a simple lamp standing on it. Beneath the window was a desk with a comfy chair like the one Father had in his office. On the desk was a computer that looked expensive and shiny and I wanted to hold it. To the right was a bookshelf and a dresser. The room was pretty simple and bare but something swelled within me. At first, it seemed to just be complete and utter content. This was my room. I lived with my family, with my father and I was a normal kid again. But then, resentment. For my father kicking me out, for taking Neji away from his father, for lavishing me with this gorgeous room, for Uncle not living to accomplish more, for him not succeeding in more than being an antique shop owner. I didn't want any of this. I wanted, I hoped for a normal life like any other girl and I could accomplish that now. I could forget about Uncle Hizashi, about the antique shop, about my life before. I could forget how Father pushed me to my Uncle when I was six, nothing more than an innocent child, who couldn't understand why her father didn't want her.
Neji had left, closing the door with a soft snap behind me. It was so empty. My old room was covered with posters and picture. You walked in and knew it belonged to me. This room was desolate. It lacked the luster of life. Of my life.
Of course, I could change that. I could change everything.
As Alan Alda said, you have to leave the city of your comfort and go into the wilderness of your institution. What you'll discover will be wonderful. What you'll discover is yourself.