Neji Huuyga and Death

By:

Fear Die Rothaarige

She sees him sometimes. Or at least she thinks she does.

Walking down the street sometimes she'll catch a glimpse of long brown hair. The exact same shade, but it was never as silky or well kept. He held so much pride in his hair. Other times, maybe in the grocery store, sweeping around a corner she'll see a billowing white sleeve. He had told her that it added better affect whenever he did his hand seals. He wanted to look impressive. When she's visiting Hinata in the Huuyga compound, deep husky vocals would drift to her ear. His uncle had told him he had his father's voice. He had been proud to hear that as well.

Whenever those moments happened, her heart would quicken and she would take a few steps in whatever direction the reminder had come from. Her eyes would search frantically for him, but she would never find him. After a few moments, the joy would evaporate as she remembered.

She remembered she didn't react in the battle field. In the back of her mind she thought he would be okay. Even after watching the curse mark fade from his forehead. She remembered thinking that he was Neji Huuyga. And Neji Huuyga refused to die. Some many times she had seen him battling Death. Neji would always win with a smirk on his elegant face.

He was Neji Fucking Huuyga and Death could not take him.

But Death did take him. She remembered seeing his corpse laid out on the cold steel table in the Huuyga compound. His body had been covered by a sheet to hide the wounds that had taken his life. She had sat against the wall, her legs pulled close to her chest as she just looked at the outline under the white sheet. She could not bring herself to pull the sheet back. She could not bring herself to see how his skin had taken on the color of Death. She could not bring herself to press her lips to his for one final kiss goodbye. After hours of silent agony Hinata rescued her from the cold room of Death.

She was supposed to speak at his funeral. Gai-Sensei went first, spouting how Neji had passed in the prime of his youth like many a proud shinobi before him. Lee had been next, his speech being similar to his mentors. When she had stepped up to the head of the grave, she had cast her eyes at the rich brown oak that would forever hold his body and had cursed at the dead youth, saying that he wasn't supposed to fucking lose to Death. Because he was Neji Fucking Huuyga and Death could not take him. She had left his funeral, not in a sobbing mess, but with a stony silence.

Not long after had she started seeing these glimpses of him around the village. At first she had followed these hints of Neji to the source, which was often a confused villager. She would quickly mumbled an apology as she darted away. As time passed, she learned not to follow the glimpses. Because it would only break her heart more and more.

Once a week she would go to his grave, only missing the day if she was out on a mission. She would tell him all about her week, catching him up on the gossip of everyday life. Something he no longer had the chance to enjoy. Every time right as she went to go, she would whisper I love you. And she swore every single time the wind would whisper it back.

Sometimes she would see him around the village. But she knew it could not be him because Neji Huuyga had been taken by Death.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. If I did, why would I kill off poor Neji? :(

I was just sitting at my computer waiting for a reply to an rp forum when this took form. Please excuse any and all mistakes in spelling in grammar.

This is my 100th fic! I am so proud of myself for reaching triple digets! :D

Anyway, please read and review.

Later!