A/N: Request-fic for moonsheen . . . and I'm in a funny mood.
o.O;; So this may be a bit odd . . . She asked for Hiashi and
Neji have a talk in the Hyugas' gardens, possibly involving
"He Is Thirteen"
"I kind of liked him, you know," Neji says reproachfully, eyeing
his uncle slantwise as he sits down on the bench beside him.
"I did too," Hiashi replies dryly, returning the look.
"But he was MINE," Neji protests, almost childishly (because he
is thirteen and still needs his dad but everyone forgets that).
"Mine first." Hiashi gives the boy a quiet look as he half-
sulks on the bench and then returns his attention to the gardens
and Hinata, who is hiding behind a tree in embarrassment. She
had been half-approaching before, but Neji had unknowingly
beaten her there and now she is too shy to come closer.
"Anyway," Hiashi continues, patting his nephew's shoulder
vaguely, "it's not as if it's been all bad, has it?"
"Maybe not all," Neji admits quietly, leaning back on his hands
and pretending not to be thinking of Hinata's determined
expression that one time that she fought him. And Hinata is
still watching them and Neji notices her a moment later but
pretends not to have.
"You have my permission," Hiashi tells his nephew, who is still
too young to understand what that means.
But he is thirteen and already in love with the girl he is going
to spend the rest of his life with, and Hiashi's eyes are the
clearest of anyone's.
. : the eyes that see everything : .