~Squee: Before I begin this, I just want to say: I’M SORRY I’M A HORRIBLE WRITER! I know I should stop, but Rishi wants me to write this and I just read the best story ever. I needed to write something in it’s honor, so here is the story of a poor Hyuuga boy in his struggles against anger and loneliness. . . .and it’s going to be the lengthiest one so far. . .because I love Neji and I want to make this the best story I possibly can, even though I will probably regret writing it in about 24 hours because my writing sucks so bad. . . . .so here’s the next installment in the What it Means to Be series!
What It Means to Be: Cursed
A nine year old Hyuuga boy sits alone and attempts to discover a way to defy his destiny. . . .
Neji, my son,
You, more than anyone else, you’ve been blessed with the genius of the Hyuuga clan. . . . .
I wish I could have been born just a few seconds earlier, making you a part of the Main Branch.
“Father. . .” I thought out loud. I really need to stop doing that. Everyone will think I’m crazy or have some kind of mental sickness. I open my eyes, white eyes that supposedly belong to only the ‘Great Hyuuga Clan.’ Heh, the Hyuuga Clan is just a bunch of old Main House greasers telling the branch family "No, you can’t do this" and "you will be punished severely because we want to speculate someone screeching in agony." It’s just like what they did to dad....."framing him for something he didn’t do! It’s not fair!”
Oh man, I did it again. I really need to stop having these outbursts, someone could find me here and get me in trouble. I glanced at the wide field before me. Blades of grass just sway in the wind carelessly. I just kneel underneath the large Bonsai tree. Dad bought me here on a few occasions. He said that "whenever I’m not around, you can come here and ask the spirit of this tree your questions. It might not answer back immediately, but someday, my son, I promise you, it will."
Well, dad, I’ve come here every day since you were murdered by that idiotic Main Branch, and none of my questions have been answered. You lied, father. You said that I was blessed, when really I’m just a dog, a toy, a worthless branch family member that will never succeed in learning the gentle fist style completely. You said that this tree that does absolutely nothing but stand here, rooted to the ground can answer my questions when it has experienced nothing but night and day. You said you would teach me everything that you knew, and now you’re dead “and never coming back!”
I stand up and run, just run. It doesn‘t matter if anyone finds me anymore. I don‘t care. “I want to be free! I’d rather be dead than be some caged bird for the rest of my life! There’s nothing for me here! Come back, fath-th-er! Co-come b-b-back.” Abruptly, I stop running. My lungs feel like they’re going to burst and my face is burning up. I taste the salty droplets, tears. Crying. . . .crying is so weak. Everyone makes fun of someone of such ‘high statue’ for crying. Where’s a sharp object when you need it?
I look down through blurred vision at my right arm. There are scars from times before when I’ve felt this unmistakable rage and unbearable sadness. I know that they’ll never heal because they have been cut so deep. Uncle hasn’t seen them yet, and he never will see them. I’ll just wear long-sleeved shirts or bandages or something to hide them for the rest of my life. It doesn’t matter, anyway. My life probably won’t be that lengthy.
Falling backwards, I try to catch my breath. I an in dire need to be released from this cage. It’s what father wants. . . .right?
Neji, my son,
You, more than anyone else, you’ve been blessed with the genius of the Hyuuga clan. . . . .
You know what? Screw this destiny stuff. I’m going to become a great ninja, the best ninja ever to emerge from the Hyuuga clan, Neji Hyuuga. Yeah, that has a nice ring to it. All those main branch members will be so jealous to know that there future is with the branch family. Hinata-sama can’t rule, she so shy and timid. Father never liked her, and neither will I.
I walk back to the tree. It’s too hot to be running around in sun. It’s nice to have a tree that just sits there getting dehydrated while I just lay back and enjoy the shade it provides.
*chirp*
“Wha?”
*chirp chirp chiiiiirp*
So it isn’t my imagination, there is something in the tree. Looking up, I see nothing but leaves and a few rays of sunshine showing through. No, it’s not there.
*chirp*
I glance around and stand up. I still see nothing. Well, I’m not going to play the ‘guess where I’m hiding game’ “Byakugan!”
Then I see it. It’s a small, black and brown colored bird. It’s not perched in the tree, but below it, hopping about on the ground.
I jog over to it, hoping to scare it into flying, but it just keeps hopping around.
“Why won’t you fly, you stupid bird. . .” I run now, the bird just continues to hop as fast and as far away from me as it possibly can.
I can no longer contain it, “Fly! Fly! Get as far away from here as you possibly can, if you don’t flap your wings, you’ll die of starvation! Get out of here! Now!” I sprint. The bird can not keep it’s lead on me for long. I catch up with it and grip it in my hands. It squawks and struggles pointlessly against my grip. I’m far more powerful than this putrid, vile creature. I shake it, hoping to give this bird some of my sense.
~+~
Hours later
I place the bird in the hole I dug for it, right under the bonsai tree. It was born deformed, unable to fly. I killed it. I didn’t want it to go through it’s life unable to be free. It would have starved to death, anyways. Might as well go and put it out of it’s misery.
I glance down at my arm again. The blood that drips from the newly broken skin glistens in the sunlight. I stole a razor when getting the spade to dig the hole for the freshly dead bird.
I guess the tree has answered all my questions, simply by saying in a silent way ‘you will never defy the destiny that has been given to you. Fate will control every aspect of your life from the day of your birth until the day of your death.’
This is my destiny.
I am a caged bird, and that’s that.
The End
That turned out so much more emo then I intended it to be! Ah, my poor little Neji needs a hug 
gomen na, Neji-kun.
So the mystery to why he has bandages on his right arm is solved. . . . .oh, and the Screw this destiny stuff is supposed to be taken as a joke (Neji means spiral, helix, or screw in Japanese)
I’m a terrible person and a terrible writer. I should probably stop, but I should write a couple more for the fans of maybe Gaara (What It Means to Be: A Destroyer?), Lee (What It Means to Be: A Failure?), maybe. . . .Sakura? (What It Means to Be: Disregarded????), Hinata? (What It Means to Be: A Heir?)
I highly doubt I’m going to. . . . .I have no motivation and I already wrote a story for my favorite character. . . . . .Oh well. . .So long.
~Squee
Fiction: 06/22/08 | Posted By: Squee-Neji | 24 comments | Naruto