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runespoorTitle: Things that could have happened had Hizashi been the older son. (or: a cage is a cage is a curse, dammit.)
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Rating: R
Summary: series of unrelated drabbles/fics. So far, series include various flavours of implied Neji-Hina-Naru combinations, but it's really Hyuuga centered gen with occasional cameos of other characters.
Notes: omg the pretentiousness.
previously: 1 2 3 4 5 6
10. family – take 2
Strength is the way she only whimpers when a man presses her into the mattress.
It is the way after the twelfth time, she stops using a kunai; she only needs her hand on the man's chest to force chakra into his heart and triggers it to implode, soundlessly.
It is the way she bites his lips as well as hers, when it is Neji between her thighs, slow and grinding, her ankles hooked behind the small of his back, and she arches under him.
Strength is the way she never cries, not even the first time, when the blood streaming down her legs was indistinguishable from the blood of the man she'd killed.
It is the way when she's still laying in the bed (kneeling in the bed) (leaning against a wall) with a body still often atop of her (straddling it) (half-fallen to the ground) whose entire warmth seems to have gone into the red generously splattered on her - chest, throat, belly, sometimes face – she irrationally wishes Neji-sama could he there to see her like this and lick it off her, before taking her again.
Strength is the way she walks purposely through the corridors of the Hyuuga compound and doesn't falter when she crosses Hizashi's path.
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Perfection is the way Hinata's inky hair uncoils coolly when he slips the combs and hair ornaments away after her missions.
It is the way her white-blue wrists twist in the silk of her kimono and twist in the steel of his grip, purple bracelets he is the only one to glimpse at, when she demurely pours tea into his cup.
It is the way her swollen lips part and never deny him the sounds she makes, even when she does.
Perfection is the way cool water runs down his skin like a caress, and he closes his eyes and lets the knots of the fight be washed away, tilting his head back like with a lover.
It is the way Hinata looks without either the hitai-ate or the genjutsu to cover her forehead, with a target-like stylised flower he leans to kiss, and she freezes as though they could be interrupted and caught behind his room's closed doors doing that taboo thing where he is touching her curse seal; because it is not as if it is the other thing that is taboo, not even with her skin still damp from the shower she took after she came back.
Perfection is the way the eyes of his opponents widen when they meet his and they recognise him through the chaos of battle.
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Victory looks like an open cage under the freshly-fallen snow.
It tastes like green tea sipped quietly at the same table.
It sounds like the silence in the place of a discarded honorific.
Victory is when no-one dares calling her his whore anymore and she doesn't need to ignore the whispers. (When his shadow spreads everywhere instead of his father's, and she is not his shadow.)
It is when he's still the only one seeing the bruises, but now her hands are folded in her lap and she is the one talking. (When her forehead is bare and his councillors are gritting their teeth.)
Victory is the future.
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runespoor7Rating: R
Summary: series of unrelated drabbles/fics. So far, series include various flavours of implied Neji-Hina-Naru combinations, but it's really Hyuuga centered gen with occasional cameos of other characters.
Notes: omg the pretentiousness.
previously: 1 2 3 4 5 6
10. family – take 2
Strength is the way she only whimpers when a man presses her into the mattress.
It is the way after the twelfth time, she stops using a kunai; she only needs her hand on the man's chest to force chakra into his heart and triggers it to implode, soundlessly.
It is the way she bites his lips as well as hers, when it is Neji between her thighs, slow and grinding, her ankles hooked behind the small of his back, and she arches under him.
Strength is the way she never cries, not even the first time, when the blood streaming down her legs was indistinguishable from the blood of the man she'd killed.
It is the way when she's still laying in the bed (kneeling in the bed) (leaning against a wall) with a body still often atop of her (straddling it) (half-fallen to the ground) whose entire warmth seems to have gone into the red generously splattered on her - chest, throat, belly, sometimes face – she irrationally wishes Neji-sama could he there to see her like this and lick it off her, before taking her again.
Strength is the way she walks purposely through the corridors of the Hyuuga compound and doesn't falter when she crosses Hizashi's path.
-
Perfection is the way Hinata's inky hair uncoils coolly when he slips the combs and hair ornaments away after her missions.
It is the way her white-blue wrists twist in the silk of her kimono and twist in the steel of his grip, purple bracelets he is the only one to glimpse at, when she demurely pours tea into his cup.
It is the way her swollen lips part and never deny him the sounds she makes, even when she does.
Perfection is the way cool water runs down his skin like a caress, and he closes his eyes and lets the knots of the fight be washed away, tilting his head back like with a lover.
It is the way Hinata looks without either the hitai-ate or the genjutsu to cover her forehead, with a target-like stylised flower he leans to kiss, and she freezes as though they could be interrupted and caught behind his room's closed doors doing that taboo thing where he is touching her curse seal; because it is not as if it is the other thing that is taboo, not even with her skin still damp from the shower she took after she came back.
Perfection is the way the eyes of his opponents widen when they meet his and they recognise him through the chaos of battle.
-
Victory looks like an open cage under the freshly-fallen snow.
It tastes like green tea sipped quietly at the same table.
It sounds like the silence in the place of a discarded honorific.
Victory is when no-one dares calling her his whore anymore and she doesn't need to ignore the whispers. (When his shadow spreads everywhere instead of his father's, and she is not his shadow.)
It is when he's still the only one seeing the bruises, but now her hands are folded in her lap and she is the one talking. (When her forehead is bare and his councillors are gritting their teeth.)
Victory is the future.
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Date: 2007-04-02 12:36 pm (UTC)ok, i think that this is possibly my favorite of all of them so far!!! i really loved the way you structured it, it ended up with a very heavy sort of ambiance.
and the last part about victory was beyond awesome *squeals* i just woke up and i'm totally incoherent but yeah, lovely and amazing and guh :)
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Date: 2007-04-04 07:36 am (UTC)Ambiance and imagery and structure aren't what I write usually, so yay! It works! (last part is 'let's pretend it's in awy way original, shall we'. ;))
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Date: 2007-04-02 04:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-04 07:39 am (UTC)Thankie. I don't do a lot of imagery-based fics, so good to know it worked!
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Date: 2007-04-02 06:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-04 07:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-02 07:05 pm (UTC)Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful-- and if you wish to finish the series of drabbles here, it'll be a perfect ending. They always say that some stories are always destined for unhappy endings and I rather thought that was the case here but... that sense of things finally going right and Neji and Hinata finally forging the future that was owed to them in the last stanza is just... amazing. ♥
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Date: 2007-04-04 07:58 am (UTC)Hey, that's right. ...Yay! *stops writing and scraps ficlets-in-progress with a blissful air* *no, I'm joking* Kidding aside,
it's sad I didn't realise that beforeyou're right.I think I was too focused on overthinking the structure/imagery/etc. Usually I rather go with the flow.*can't write unhappy endings* *especially when everyone's still alive and kicking* **goes against her belief of 'if it doesn't work how you want it to, then smash it'*
Glad you liked! :D
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Date: 2007-04-05 02:38 am (UTC)And I prefer happy-- or at least, not totally unhappy-- endings as well! I guess I've always sort of believed Voltaire when he said that "Happiness, too, is inevitable"-- and even the most miserable beginnings can have a glint or two of light.