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Published: 2017-07-23 15:41:30 +0000 UTC; Views: 4353; Favourites: 61; Downloads: 0
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[Neji Hyuga x reader]
Warning: Death of character.
Upon arriving home, dried tears still decorated your puffy cheeks. There was a hole in your heart as you dragged your feet inside, the walls closed in on you and made it difficult for you to breathe. You left the door open –an old habit of yours by now–, but no one would follow you in. The fact had yet to sink in; the realization that you were alone.
He was gone.
You gripped his headband in your hand; the metal felt cold against your skin. It would stay forever like that, never would warmth wrap around it. No one would ever wear it again; its owner had left it as he had you.
Your heart clenched in pain, you placed a trembling hand over it. Your mind kept picturing his last moments, his last smile, his last words… his last breath. You already missed him; so, so much it hurt. You wondered, for a second, if things would have been different had you stopped him from leaving on that dangerous quest.
It wouldn’t – he was too caring, too devoted. He would have never let someone get hurt in his care; the little help he could provide, he would.
But now, you wondered if he had ever considered the risks; if the thought of dying had ever crossed his mind.
Your eyes stung as you tried – with no willpower left – to supress the pain, to stop the tears from falling again. But you were tired of holding them back, so they fled freely, like a caged bird making its way out.
A caged bird – so much it reminded you of him, of his old self.
You still remembered the cold look in his eyes, the scowl on his lips and the annoyed expression on his face when you met him for the first time. He had glanced at you in disdain, and you had flicked him off in return. Your relationship with him had been rocky, with its ups and downs; and it had caused you to grow so fond of him.
Eventually, his glares had faded into longing stares; his frowns had softened into barely noticeable smiles; his hands had reached out to you. And he had kissed you, one day like any other.
The prodigy had fallen in love with you as you had with him, so blindly and intensely it was scary at times.
I miss you.
The words felt strange, distant; as if they weren’t yours. Perhaps it was due to the exhaustion, or the broken heart you had been left with.
But as you walked into your bedroom, the sight caused you to drop to the ground with a thud.
His scent lingered in the air, his clothes tangled with yours as they decorated the ground. His voice seemed to call your name within those four walls, and your eyes closed at the remembrance. You imagined him with you, his warmth enveloping you as it had the night before.
His amused chuckles as you ripped the clothes off of him, his soft smile as he trapped you within his arms and spun you around. His lips moulding with yours, his loving touch sending shivers down your spine as his hands caressed every inch of your body, his eyes staring into yours as he whispered how much he loved you.
You picked up his shirt from the cold ground and held it close to you. Burying your nose in it, you tried to lose yourself in his intoxicating smell; soon, it would dissipate just like his life had.
And there you lay, absorbing the last bit of him as you grieved; knowing your lover – your best friend, your partner in life – had left a hole that would never be filled again.
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Greetings, Red Moon. I have read "Grief - Neji Hyuuga" and I must say: I could not see myself in that story. More so, I could see perhaps another character, male or female, taking the place of the "reader." In terms of originality, "Character x Reader" fanfiction is hackneyed and overused.
However, as a seasoned writer myself, I can perceive this entry as poetry. It is simply in prose format. I do not insert myself in these types of stories, but that doesn't make it worse or better, in my opinion.
Capturing the second-person perspective in general narrative writing is very rare. I am humbled to say that this was done very well. You captured emotions that I could resonate with, especially for the character I inserted in my stead. Grief was portrayed from a romantic standpoint, which is common, but your style gave it atmosphere. The character I inserted wasn't the primary focus; more like...omnipresent. It's something I myself haven't explored as a writer. It may be time for a lesson! (Lol)
I love how you gave sensation and sensitivity to the motions, from the mannerisms to the memorial aspect of Neji's shirt. You mentioned Neji's growth as a person - a bit better than Kishimoto-sensei did in the entire series. I am in love with this style of yours, and hope to see more "poetic prose" like this.
Yours Truly,
Jun Yabriel
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Hello,
Thank you so much for the constructive criticism; I highly appreciate it. I cannot imagine myself in the reader's situation, either, but more as a third person viewer. However, I got this idea when I came across a tribute video for Neji on Youtube and it saddened me a lot, so I took advantage of that inspiration and wrote it down.
I cannot thank you enough for the compliments, and I am truly grateful for mentioning how I described Neji's growth through the years--it was one of my main goals.
I'm glad you liked this piece.
Greetings,
Red
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You're very welcome, m'dear. Constructive criticism seems to be a lost art in this day and age, so I'm here to boost confidence when I can.
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