Wow. Okay, well, I can't believe I did it, but I have written a Hyuugacest. I guess I should explain myself.
Well, I was looking through my stories the other day, and it seemed that I didn't really have anything in the "angst" category. Maybe a little drama, but no angst. Most of my stories have been (or attempted to be) humorous. So I went around this whole fandom looking for some angst-oozing pairings, and I came across this one. Erm, I am aware of what this pairing is and is not, but I'm kind of fascinated with all the feelings and controversy surrounding it. It makes for a scandalous story. Besides, every great author I know has written something utterly shocking, so I'll follow their example.
I hope that you enjoy this.
"Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay."
-- Robert Frost
As We See It
He was four. She was three.
It was a warm spring afternoon, and Hyuuga Neji was staring out into a flower field that was filled with the fresh colors of the season. He and his younger cousin, Hyuuga Hinata, had been playing earlier that day, and after wearing themselves out decided to pick flowers to take home. Seeing a particularly pretty purple and white flower, he crouched down to snatch it. After adding it to his growing bouquet, he suddenly heard a high-pitched squeak sound, making him gasp slightly in surprise. Whipping around to see what had happened, he found himself alone. Where was Hinata? After frantically turning in place several times, Neji found that the slender grasses were almost as tall as him, blocking his vision. Panic rose in his little chest, he would get in so much trouble if he lost Hinata-sama. Just as he was about to give in and cry, he was beaten to the action by another whose soft sobs sounded more like hiccupping. He clawed at the grass as he ran towards the sound, trying to keep it from his face. Soon enough, he reached the source of the noise, and was relieved to find Hinata sitting on the ground, still sniffling, but fine as far as he could tell.
"Hinata-sama, are you all right?" he inquired, sitting beside her and making her face him. He was met with only a few more sniffles and hiccups. Sighing, he tried to reach out again.
"Hinata-sama, I can't help you if you don't show me what hurts."
This time, Hinata responded by extending her small leg, revealing a scrape that ran from her knee to the middle of her shin. She placed her fingers near the edge of the wound, and ran her hand up and down the length of it. Sighing again, the older boy reached out to touch her hand and stop its movement.
"Please be careful next time, Hinata-sama," he lectured, "It hurts, right?"
She nodded slowly, but began to cry again, this time, not so quietly. Resisting the urge to sigh again, Neji moved closer to his cousin and grabbed a nearby flower.
"You know, Hinata-sama, it's alright to cry, but sometimes we have to be brave."
Her crying lessened back to hiccuping, and her attention was focused on her cousin.
"Nii-san? D-d-do y-you ever c-cry?" she asked, eyes wide and still shining with tears.
Contorting his face into a comical frown, he stood and puffed his chest, putting his hands on his waist.
"Of course not, Hinata-sama!" he cried, in a moment of rare silliness, "I never cry! I'm brave!"
Hinata giggled softly, covering her mouth with her hand. Strutting over to where she sat, he knelt on one knee and took her hand, still flourishing the comical pomp.
"And this flower, Hinata-sama, I give to you, because you're pretty, just like it."
She blushed at this statement and giggled some more.
"Nii-san," she commented, "y-you're so... so…" She stopped short, not knowing exactly what her cousin was.
Raising one eyebrow, he turned to her and said, "Of course, Hinata-sama. Of course."
A few moments of silence followed. Hinata stared, and Neji stared right back. Suddenly, she burst out in pure, unadulterated laughter, such as that which children only have. Neji followed quickly, and the two cousins sat in the grass, laughing until their stomachs hurt.
"Alright Hinata-sama…. we should go back now."
The little heiress's face fell into a small pout.
"What's wrong, Hinata-sama?"
She pointed at her leg sullenly, and he understood. Sighing, he turned and pretended to walk away.
"Now now, Hinata-sama. It's not like I can carry you….. I'll just have to leave you."
Wincing in fear and sadness, Hinata wondered how her cousin could be so wonderful one minute and then so mean the next. Confused by the ever-changing moods, she began to cry again. Neji heard this, and quickly walked back to Hinata-sama. He hadn't meant to make her cry…
"Oh Hinata-sama, I was just kidding. I would never leave you."
He knelt next to her and turned his back to her. The tears stopped.
"Get on," he commanded.
She looked at him, not totally sure of what to do.
"It's alright, Hinata-sama. It's called a piggy-back ride. Just jump on my back and I'll carry you home like my dad does for me."
More than ready to go home to a bandage, a bath and maybe some ice cream, she jumped up and hopped on his back. Wrapping her small arms around her neck, she buried her face in his hair and let out a small sigh. He hooked his arms around her legs and craned his neck to look at his load.
"All set, Hinata-sama?"
She nodded into his neck.
"Okay, here we go."
He stood up carefully and started to walk in the direction of home. After walking almost halfway, he realized the full extent of her weight. The next twelve yards were going to be difficult. He groaned inwardly and remembered what his father had told him about warriors never complaining, but he couldn't help but think that Hinata-sama could walk a couple of yards. Surely she wasn't injured that severely. He could just let her walk.
Would it be so bad Hinata-sama? Would it be so bad?
I gotta tell you guys, the second chapter is so much better than this one. This one was difficult, but the next one, I think, will be alright. Trust me.
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