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Adult +
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Indistinct
“Indistinct”
by: WaterShadow
20loves challenge: number 5
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Naruto. Normally I don’t do challenges, but then again, I’ve never had an opportunity to do something quite like the idea that just ran through my head either. Here goes nothing.
***||***
Incomparable elegance was something that all of the Hyuuga line carried, consciously or unconsciously. Hyuuga Hinata moved with a catlike grace that people didn’t notice, but the ones who did would stare in appreciation before moving on. Hyuuga Hiashi wore power like he wore his ever-present yukata, and that more than anything made people wish to bow down to him like many wished that the esteemed Tsunade-Hokage-sama would put on a bra.
Hyuuga Neji was elegance personified. He knew this just by looking into a mirror. Flowing black hair, barely confined. Pale skin that one could swear had never seen sun if the hitae-ate could be overlooked. White and black clothing emphasized the stark contrast present in every line of his body. He moved like a gentle breeze, and struck with the power of a cat. His face was so well-formed that if he ever held completely still, people would walk up to him and fearlessly put their hands on his face to trace his features.
He was just about to rip all of his well-taken-care-of hair out.
This isn’t supposed to be hard. It’s something that genin do. Hell, everyone does it. It is not difficult at all.
As if to mock him, his own voice said, “then why can’t you do it?”
...my own mouth is rising against me. Surely Fate is laughing her ass off at me now.
He stared down at his desk. Like everything else Neji owned, it was kept tidy and arrayed in the order in which he’d reach for them. A piece of pale purple paper sat in front of his lightly moving torso. A pen sat next to it, parts of it reflecting in the light coming in through the window. His desk sat in front of the window. The Hyuuga compound, logically planned out, looked back at him, buildings colored the same shade as Hyuuga eyes.
How they got that shade of paint to occasionally take on hints of other colors, I’ll never know.
He was procrastinating, and his dignity was starting to rise up and yell at him. Hyuuga Neji did not tolerate procrastination in others (part of what made him such an excellent member of ANBU), and because of that, he did not tolerate it in himself.
...so why the hell am I still sitting here dawdling over writing a letter?
Glancing to the side, he had his answer. Not many letters, supposedly simple things to pen, ended up crumpled in profusion all over the floor of his bedroom. Many of them had whole sentences scratched out, some due to spelling errors (and I’ll take that secret to my grave if I have to), others mostly due to the fact that nothing he wrote seemed right at all. Some of the language he was using was not acceptable to use in some off-color books, let alone a letter being sent to an important person.
Strong language has its place, but it’s not supposed to knock over or fatally offend the person you’re trying to impress, I think.
At that moment, he felt like cursing the gods, cursing the wads of paper decorating his floor in haphazard ways, cursing the way he felt, and most of all, cursing the idea that he even write this stupid letter at all. He knew what he felt, but it all so mixed up in his head that he couldn’t even put some of it into words. How fucking thin is the line between love and hate that I can’t even tell where one ends and the other begins?
In a fit of inspiration, below the stilted heading, he wrote: ”I hate you. I hate the way you look at me, and the way you talk to me. I hate the way you make me feel. I hate the way I’ll watch the door waiting for you. I hate the fact that I don’t think I can live without you.”
The language used there was considerably more complimentary than what had gone into some of his previous attempts, though it maintained the general theme fairly well, he felt. Still, I’m not sure if mentioning that I love this person as I hate him is conducive to my cause...
Love was...something he’d rarely contemplated. He’d seen what it did to people like Hinata-sama, so in love with Naruto that she didn’t care whether or not he looked at her. Or Uchiha, who fought so hard with the very person who his affections were fixed on so firmly so his beloved wouldn’t figure anything out. Ironic that both my cousin and an offshoot of my clan heritage are so attached to the same person.
Then again, he had had a crush on the walking beam of sunlight for a while, so he certainly wasn’t one to judge.
Sighing, he again applied pen to paper. I have a mission coming up and it’s a dangerous one. I want to be able to have this done before I have to prepare for it and leave. No more distractions.
From now on, he’d concentrate on the turmoil in his mind and heart, fixing everything onto the paper, in the hopes that his own beloved would finally know what was in his heart, the place he’d once believed was incurably dark.
...clearly having determination is not the only requirement involved in laying one’s heart bare...
***||***
Hefting his bag over his shoulders and affixing his concealing mask and headwrap more firmly, Neji silently walked past the door of the one holding all his earthy desires, leaving the letter he’d so painstakingly written on the doorstep. From now on, I leave things to Fate...fickle though she is.
***||***
A few minutes later, another man stepped out, similarly decked out in ANBU wear. Noticing the letter, he took a few minutes to open and read it. Though unseen to anyone who was watching, the lips underneath curled in a small smile.
Sliding the read letter under his door, he took off to attend to his own mission. He had faith that they would discuss this someday. And if he chooses to avoid me, I will make it my pledge to ensure that if I cannot get him to talk to me, I will stand on Hokage Tower on my hands for three days.
***||***
From Hyuuga Neji:
I hate you. I hate the way you look at me, and the way you talk to me. I hate the way you make me feel. I hate the way I’ll watch the door waiting for you. I hate the fact that I don’t think I can live without you.
It is a strange way of phrasing things, I know, but I do not feel that I can get any clearer than that. It is a peculiar kind of hatred, what I feel for you. I hate you so much sometimes that whenever you are injured I find myself wanting to see you wince and bleed. If I see you dying...I hate to see you dying so much that I will you to live with all my strength. Your pain, terrible though it is to see, reassures me that you are still here, with me.
My blood has gone into your veins to fuel your life, my sweat and energy to make you stronger, my words to make you never forget me. My hate for you is so strong that I want you to hate me in return. Try to hurt me, scar me. I’d cherish that pain.
I love you. I love you so much that I cause you pain. I love you so much that I ignore you. I love you so much that spending time in your presence is agony.
It’s an agony I want to live with. Will you continue to cause me pain? I await your answer.
Yours,
Neji
***||***
Neji is really difficult to write. I'm more of a humor-oriented person (and writer) than anything else, but some things are just so deadly serious that I can't inject as much humor as I'd like. Still, I hope that conveyed.
...and here's hoping that I won't get stoned or something for writing this pairing.
Happy New Year, everyone!
by: WaterShadow
20loves challenge: number 5
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Naruto. Normally I don’t do challenges, but then again, I’ve never had an opportunity to do something quite like the idea that just ran through my head either. Here goes nothing.
***||***
Incomparable elegance was something that all of the Hyuuga line carried, consciously or unconsciously. Hyuuga Hinata moved with a catlike grace that people didn’t notice, but the ones who did would stare in appreciation before moving on. Hyuuga Hiashi wore power like he wore his ever-present yukata, and that more than anything made people wish to bow down to him like many wished that the esteemed Tsunade-Hokage-sama would put on a bra.
Hyuuga Neji was elegance personified. He knew this just by looking into a mirror. Flowing black hair, barely confined. Pale skin that one could swear had never seen sun if the hitae-ate could be overlooked. White and black clothing emphasized the stark contrast present in every line of his body. He moved like a gentle breeze, and struck with the power of a cat. His face was so well-formed that if he ever held completely still, people would walk up to him and fearlessly put their hands on his face to trace his features.
He was just about to rip all of his well-taken-care-of hair out.
This isn’t supposed to be hard. It’s something that genin do. Hell, everyone does it. It is not difficult at all.
As if to mock him, his own voice said, “then why can’t you do it?”
...my own mouth is rising against me. Surely Fate is laughing her ass off at me now.
He stared down at his desk. Like everything else Neji owned, it was kept tidy and arrayed in the order in which he’d reach for them. A piece of pale purple paper sat in front of his lightly moving torso. A pen sat next to it, parts of it reflecting in the light coming in through the window. His desk sat in front of the window. The Hyuuga compound, logically planned out, looked back at him, buildings colored the same shade as Hyuuga eyes.
How they got that shade of paint to occasionally take on hints of other colors, I’ll never know.
He was procrastinating, and his dignity was starting to rise up and yell at him. Hyuuga Neji did not tolerate procrastination in others (part of what made him such an excellent member of ANBU), and because of that, he did not tolerate it in himself.
...so why the hell am I still sitting here dawdling over writing a letter?
Glancing to the side, he had his answer. Not many letters, supposedly simple things to pen, ended up crumpled in profusion all over the floor of his bedroom. Many of them had whole sentences scratched out, some due to spelling errors (and I’ll take that secret to my grave if I have to), others mostly due to the fact that nothing he wrote seemed right at all. Some of the language he was using was not acceptable to use in some off-color books, let alone a letter being sent to an important person.
Strong language has its place, but it’s not supposed to knock over or fatally offend the person you’re trying to impress, I think.
At that moment, he felt like cursing the gods, cursing the wads of paper decorating his floor in haphazard ways, cursing the way he felt, and most of all, cursing the idea that he even write this stupid letter at all. He knew what he felt, but it all so mixed up in his head that he couldn’t even put some of it into words. How fucking thin is the line between love and hate that I can’t even tell where one ends and the other begins?
In a fit of inspiration, below the stilted heading, he wrote: ”I hate you. I hate the way you look at me, and the way you talk to me. I hate the way you make me feel. I hate the way I’ll watch the door waiting for you. I hate the fact that I don’t think I can live without you.”
The language used there was considerably more complimentary than what had gone into some of his previous attempts, though it maintained the general theme fairly well, he felt. Still, I’m not sure if mentioning that I love this person as I hate him is conducive to my cause...
Love was...something he’d rarely contemplated. He’d seen what it did to people like Hinata-sama, so in love with Naruto that she didn’t care whether or not he looked at her. Or Uchiha, who fought so hard with the very person who his affections were fixed on so firmly so his beloved wouldn’t figure anything out. Ironic that both my cousin and an offshoot of my clan heritage are so attached to the same person.
Then again, he had had a crush on the walking beam of sunlight for a while, so he certainly wasn’t one to judge.
Sighing, he again applied pen to paper. I have a mission coming up and it’s a dangerous one. I want to be able to have this done before I have to prepare for it and leave. No more distractions.
From now on, he’d concentrate on the turmoil in his mind and heart, fixing everything onto the paper, in the hopes that his own beloved would finally know what was in his heart, the place he’d once believed was incurably dark.
...clearly having determination is not the only requirement involved in laying one’s heart bare...
***||***
Hefting his bag over his shoulders and affixing his concealing mask and headwrap more firmly, Neji silently walked past the door of the one holding all his earthy desires, leaving the letter he’d so painstakingly written on the doorstep. From now on, I leave things to Fate...fickle though she is.
***||***
A few minutes later, another man stepped out, similarly decked out in ANBU wear. Noticing the letter, he took a few minutes to open and read it. Though unseen to anyone who was watching, the lips underneath curled in a small smile.
Sliding the read letter under his door, he took off to attend to his own mission. He had faith that they would discuss this someday. And if he chooses to avoid me, I will make it my pledge to ensure that if I cannot get him to talk to me, I will stand on Hokage Tower on my hands for three days.
***||***
From Hyuuga Neji:
I hate you. I hate the way you look at me, and the way you talk to me. I hate the way you make me feel. I hate the way I’ll watch the door waiting for you. I hate the fact that I don’t think I can live without you.
It is a strange way of phrasing things, I know, but I do not feel that I can get any clearer than that. It is a peculiar kind of hatred, what I feel for you. I hate you so much sometimes that whenever you are injured I find myself wanting to see you wince and bleed. If I see you dying...I hate to see you dying so much that I will you to live with all my strength. Your pain, terrible though it is to see, reassures me that you are still here, with me.
My blood has gone into your veins to fuel your life, my sweat and energy to make you stronger, my words to make you never forget me. My hate for you is so strong that I want you to hate me in return. Try to hurt me, scar me. I’d cherish that pain.
I love you. I love you so much that I cause you pain. I love you so much that I ignore you. I love you so much that spending time in your presence is agony.
It’s an agony I want to live with. Will you continue to cause me pain? I await your answer.
Yours,
Neji
***||***
Neji is really difficult to write. I'm more of a humor-oriented person (and writer) than anything else, but some things are just so deadly serious that I can't inject as much humor as I'd like. Still, I hope that conveyed.
...and here's hoping that I won't get stoned or something for writing this pairing.
Happy New Year, everyone!