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It was strange, spending your entire life living with an outer shell. Neji didn't like showing his emotions. It was a sign of weakness in the situation he had found himself in. Four years old and alone. His only family either being scared of him, or using him as tool, as if he were just property. The rest of the Hyuga clan weren't exactly great to be around either. They would often talk about the unjust treatments from the main house. Neji would have to listen to it, be told all the horrid things the main house members would do to the branch family members. It had made him cold, in a way. He locked all that warmth up, seeing it's vulnerability. His uncle would never see his kindness. No one would, again. He wasn't going to be kind, in the cruel world he had been thrown into. But the entire time, as the years grew on, he not only hated his destiny. But he also hated himself in a way. Death was probably best, than being someone you really were not. A cruel person. Neji had never wanted to be cruel. That, like the rest ofh is life seemed to be his lot, however.
An unlucky lottery, overall. Killing his mother, his father's hatred being so strong that sometimes it even reached to Neji. Of course Hizashi had been the only family Neji had, outside of the main branch that relatively ignored him. Hizashi was the model for which he copied after. It often happened at night. His fathers anger would come out. A day of being used, or perhaps abused, by the main branch would trigger something in his father that Neji didn't like. That angry person who would not even smile, not even for him. Nothing Neji could do could satisfy his father in these times. His training for a while would become more cruel. Even so, Neji had never hated his father. Eventually he would even come to understand that same anger. He inherited that cold anger the moment his father died. The image of the body searing into his mind. It was the first of very few times he had lashed out. Going from a crying four year old over the most important person in his life to swearing to himself that he would no longer be warm hearted toward those who did that to his father.
Neji inhaled, the anger still there, of course. It never seemed to truly leave, it still bothered him how things turned out. Even knowing what really happened. How could he just simply for get, or forgive such things. It wasn't as though a glass bowl was accidentally broken and could be replaced. A human life can not be replaced. Once it is taken away, it can never be given back. Right? Neji could only believe this to be true. At this moment it was clearly that. He wasn't Kakashi... He was simply just Neji Hyuga, of the branch family. Once a prodigy the Hyuga family probably really didn't want at all. Though he had felt like that for so long, unwanted. He had to become better than any one else, and so he did. He was going to change the Hyuga clan, right? Maybe, a little. But he didn't want a little. He wanted the entire structure obliterated. He wanted the Branch to get their fair redemption. Was that a bit much? Was he going to be that begrudging? Or was he just going to simply let an apology and some small changes in the family be it.
It was still too early, perhaps, for any of that. As his head rested into Ino's shoulder he nodded at her words. No one had been there for him in a long time. Even after his fight with Naruto it seemed his credibility had waned. Who got beat by Naruto?!? After all. Well, everyone, since Naruto was the 'Chosen One' or whatever. Not that Naruto cared about any of that or any absent minded damages he did to the rest of the Konoha Eleven on his treck to greatness. Neji hadn't been crying by that point. A few good tears was all that was necessary. He continued to listen to her, nodding against her shoulder " No?" He then asked. As if he were still a small child wanting some kind of reassurance in such a claim. Of course, it had been a slip up, accidentally sounding some what vulnerable. But he didn't try to retract the question either. He closed his eyes for a moment " It's hard to be seen as gentle, here. Either others will think they can walk all over you. Or you have to become someone you’re not." He commented, though he had gotten a feeling she knew these things " That last person who hugged me like this was my father, the last time I ever saw him alive." Of course it was the last time he would ever see his father, because the next time Hizashi would be dead "I really...miss him, all the time."










