Hello...
I've been a lurker in this community before, and just now did I have the actual courage to join it so willingly. To make up for my foolish attempt to postpone myself of making a contribution, as a new member of the community, I nervously bring a one-shot... which I'm writing on the spot, at the moment. So please be gentle, although, I hope you guys like it...
Title: Just Like Snow
Characters/Pairing: Neji/Hina, a surprise character [OC]
Genre: Angst, Romance
Summary: Neji broods. Hinata spies... their daughter sleeps. This little piece of mine is an excerpt from my soon-to-be-written fanfiction, which I will begin to write after I write its prequel (which has a certain small amount to do with NejiHina) Constructive criticism are appreciated, by the way, and comments are much loved ^_^
Snow was a peculiar thing: firm, white… and cold to the touch. But when the blissful sun strokes the surface of the white wonderland, which was created to mark a beginning of a new year, it melts away into something warmer and pleasing to feel.
Hyuga Neji was not warm, nor was he pleasing to be felt at. He was sure of that, no doubt, because all these years life has undoubtedly treated him harshly, throwing him down to the ground as the sky does to the angry, luckless blizzard.
He chuckled… an angry blizzard indeed. A blizzard sweeps away and creates a tidal wave of unexpected chaos. It sweeps away with its icy fingers clutched to its hilt, and connected to it was the chilling blade of frustration and ruin. It was a blatant expression of Hyuga Neji, and since it was so, Neji thought that it suited him perfectly as he swung away against the innocent wind with his malicious-looking katana.
His steps were silent, and so were his brief gasps of breath as he poured all of his anger and sadness out of his sword. He felt miserable and lost… not to mention that he felt quite like a jerk-but no, not a jerk: a noble ass who took everything for granted, destroying everything he needed, but never thought of; ripping all of his clan’s ‘mighty’ honor; shrugging away every sin he mistook for as a mere ‘nothing else’; seducing her until… until he finally opened his eyes and saw everything turn clear as night.
It was too late for him now.
Keeping that miserable thought in mind, he yelled out ferociously as he swung his unfeeling weapon against an unsuspecting tree, burying his sword’s blade deep into it; burning it using the heat he freely released through his bloodied up fingers.
It was during these times of day that he felt rather dubious of himself, and who he turned out to be. He felt his legs give out under him, forcing him to collapse down to his knees with a pathetic sigh of childish rage. It was then that he noticed that not an hour passed by after all that ‘training’, and it was still late at midnight. His fingers were a bit numb, and his ears felt like they could fall off at any minute every time his hair tickled it, ever so slightly. At least he wasted a bit of his time in the cold. Maybe he’d be luckier and get a fever and die or something.
Neji shook his head.
No, today was not his time. Not yet. He still had some unfinished business…
“Neji-nii-san?”
He barely heard the words behind him; barely felt his soul grow weak as his own kind, the snow, trapped him in a sort of euphoric wave of madness.
“Neji?”
Her voice was firm now, compared to her timid mumbles from before. Perhaps experiences do that to people. Right experiences which touch their lives in a way that they could never forget: every detail, every moral, and every lesson they learned- and everything they ever gained. The old her was nothing but a memory now, a mere thing which he couldn’t touch, couldn’t reach, but can exceptionally see.
She was right behind him, why won’t he ‘see’ it for himself? He was a genius, after all, and no genius ever goes back on their personal dares… he couldn’t. Not today. Not ever.
“I know how you feel…”
Those words started a flicker in his heart, almost warming his snow, covered insides readily…
“But I need to do this.”
… but then again, as soon as it started, the fire had to die away into nothingness.
“You do know how I feel, right?” he said almost numbly; almost nonchalantly, “So why do you want to do this? Why do you need to do this?”
“For the clan.” She firmly said,
He could imagine her chin facing the sky, and her chest swelling with a strong swirl of confidence.
“For the clan?” he echoed out with silent disbelief, “Do you honestly believe that?” he asked her, his face still turned away from her glaring sight…
… dear, dear Hinata-chan…
“Why do you have to marry that insignificant bastard?”
“This will create a better outcome for our family-” she countered heatedly,
Neji inhaled a sharp breath angrily, standing up like thunder, facing her like light itself, his hair going about in handsome directions as his eyes pierced hers, angry, but begging, “But will it for you?” he said with a deep, throaty growl,
She flinched a bit, it was amazing how she could be two persons at once, “I just can’t believe you have to act like an- an insensitive jerk!”
“No, I’m not being insensitive,” he hissed, “You’re being childish!”
“Is it wrong to think about our future?”
“Is it wrong to tell yourself the truth for once?”
“You know very well father won’t allow us to be together, and I just can’t stand around Hikari,” she hissed back, “Knowing that all she wants is her own father…”
“But I am her father.”
A concrete pause drove the air to create a thick layer of tension around them. Hinata’s gaze fell down her feet, and her hands twitched, nearly breaking off her control against her old habit of pushing her index fingers together whenever she felt nervous. He almost smoothed his fingers against the memory he thought he had lost; the memory of a very young, and frightened, inexperienced her.
“No,” she said unfalteringly, “You’re not.”
The thick waves of tension intensified as they both looked at each other imploringly, pleading each other to see life their way.
“Fine,” he coldly whispered, his breath creating a puff of fog which tickled her cheeks, until it faded away in the air,
“Fine,” she said in a small voice, so inaudible that his right ear twitched a bit, trying to catch the word which already disappeared as a frail whisper in the night,
Before he knew it, her back was facing him as she briskly strode towards her empty bed, and before he knew it, another memory of her squirming under his touch, gasping under his cold, gale-like whispers of adoration suddenly flitted in his eyes like a broken hearted recollection of his life. If she wasn’t having any turmoil about marrying another man she doesn’t love, then why did she go to him yesterday, and the day after that?
He sat down on the freezing ground and shivered. Snow was so bitter and cold, that it failed to melt under the lovely sun’s fiery gaze.
It failed to melt and make the all the birds appear in the much awaited summer.
Title: Just Like Snow
Characters/Pairing: Neji/Hina, a surprise character [OC]
Genre: Angst, Romance
Summary: Neji broods. Hinata spies... their daughter sleeps. This little piece of mine is an excerpt from my soon-to-be-written fanfiction, which I will begin to write after I write its prequel (which has a certain small amount to do with NejiHina) Constructive criticism are appreciated, by the way, and comments are much loved ^_^
Snow was a peculiar thing: firm, white… and cold to the touch. But when the blissful sun strokes the surface of the white wonderland, which was created to mark a beginning of a new year, it melts away into something warmer and pleasing to feel.
Hyuga Neji was not warm, nor was he pleasing to be felt at. He was sure of that, no doubt, because all these years life has undoubtedly treated him harshly, throwing him down to the ground as the sky does to the angry, luckless blizzard.
He chuckled… an angry blizzard indeed. A blizzard sweeps away and creates a tidal wave of unexpected chaos. It sweeps away with its icy fingers clutched to its hilt, and connected to it was the chilling blade of frustration and ruin. It was a blatant expression of Hyuga Neji, and since it was so, Neji thought that it suited him perfectly as he swung away against the innocent wind with his malicious-looking katana.
His steps were silent, and so were his brief gasps of breath as he poured all of his anger and sadness out of his sword. He felt miserable and lost… not to mention that he felt quite like a jerk-but no, not a jerk: a noble ass who took everything for granted, destroying everything he needed, but never thought of; ripping all of his clan’s ‘mighty’ honor; shrugging away every sin he mistook for as a mere ‘nothing else’; seducing her until… until he finally opened his eyes and saw everything turn clear as night.
It was too late for him now.
Keeping that miserable thought in mind, he yelled out ferociously as he swung his unfeeling weapon against an unsuspecting tree, burying his sword’s blade deep into it; burning it using the heat he freely released through his bloodied up fingers.
It was during these times of day that he felt rather dubious of himself, and who he turned out to be. He felt his legs give out under him, forcing him to collapse down to his knees with a pathetic sigh of childish rage. It was then that he noticed that not an hour passed by after all that ‘training’, and it was still late at midnight. His fingers were a bit numb, and his ears felt like they could fall off at any minute every time his hair tickled it, ever so slightly. At least he wasted a bit of his time in the cold. Maybe he’d be luckier and get a fever and die or something.
Neji shook his head.
No, today was not his time. Not yet. He still had some unfinished business…
“Neji-nii-san?”
He barely heard the words behind him; barely felt his soul grow weak as his own kind, the snow, trapped him in a sort of euphoric wave of madness.
“Neji?”
Her voice was firm now, compared to her timid mumbles from before. Perhaps experiences do that to people. Right experiences which touch their lives in a way that they could never forget: every detail, every moral, and every lesson they learned- and everything they ever gained. The old her was nothing but a memory now, a mere thing which he couldn’t touch, couldn’t reach, but can exceptionally see.
She was right behind him, why won’t he ‘see’ it for himself? He was a genius, after all, and no genius ever goes back on their personal dares… he couldn’t. Not today. Not ever.
“I know how you feel…”
Those words started a flicker in his heart, almost warming his snow, covered insides readily…
“But I need to do this.”
… but then again, as soon as it started, the fire had to die away into nothingness.
“You do know how I feel, right?” he said almost numbly; almost nonchalantly, “So why do you want to do this? Why do you need to do this?”
“For the clan.” She firmly said,
He could imagine her chin facing the sky, and her chest swelling with a strong swirl of confidence.
“For the clan?” he echoed out with silent disbelief, “Do you honestly believe that?” he asked her, his face still turned away from her glaring sight…
… dear, dear Hinata-chan…
“Why do you have to marry that insignificant bastard?”
“This will create a better outcome for our family-” she countered heatedly,
Neji inhaled a sharp breath angrily, standing up like thunder, facing her like light itself, his hair going about in handsome directions as his eyes pierced hers, angry, but begging, “But will it for you?” he said with a deep, throaty growl,
She flinched a bit, it was amazing how she could be two persons at once, “I just can’t believe you have to act like an- an insensitive jerk!”
“No, I’m not being insensitive,” he hissed, “You’re being childish!”
“Is it wrong to think about our future?”
“Is it wrong to tell yourself the truth for once?”
“You know very well father won’t allow us to be together, and I just can’t stand around Hikari,” she hissed back, “Knowing that all she wants is her own father…”
“But I am her father.”
A concrete pause drove the air to create a thick layer of tension around them. Hinata’s gaze fell down her feet, and her hands twitched, nearly breaking off her control against her old habit of pushing her index fingers together whenever she felt nervous. He almost smoothed his fingers against the memory he thought he had lost; the memory of a very young, and frightened, inexperienced her.
“No,” she said unfalteringly, “You’re not.”
The thick waves of tension intensified as they both looked at each other imploringly, pleading each other to see life their way.
“Fine,” he coldly whispered, his breath creating a puff of fog which tickled her cheeks, until it faded away in the air,
“Fine,” she said in a small voice, so inaudible that his right ear twitched a bit, trying to catch the word which already disappeared as a frail whisper in the night,
Before he knew it, her back was facing him as she briskly strode towards her empty bed, and before he knew it, another memory of her squirming under his touch, gasping under his cold, gale-like whispers of adoration suddenly flitted in his eyes like a broken hearted recollection of his life. If she wasn’t having any turmoil about marrying another man she doesn’t love, then why did she go to him yesterday, and the day after that?
He sat down on the freezing ground and shivered. Snow was so bitter and cold, that it failed to melt under the lovely sun’s fiery gaze.
It failed to melt and make the all the birds appear in the much awaited summer.