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Hello and Farewell	By : Sessakag Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Naruto/Hinata Views: 937 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Prompt: Deceased Loved One

Hello and Farewell

He spun, flaring his chakra from every tenketsu in his body, deflecting projectiles from all angles. All of this was done without his consent, without his dictation.
There was a tether in his brain, and the tighter it wound the shorter the leash.
“Neji-nii-san.”
Neji turned, though he didn’t have to, his Byakugan brought her image behind to him clear as day, but he felt compelled to see her face to face, not by the tether, but his own independent desire.
It’d been a long time, after all.
She was the same as she had always been, and yet was so different than the last time he’d seen her face.
She was older now, perhaps in her thirties judging by the subtle laugh lines and minute creases at the corner of her eyes, her youthful face made it a bit hard to place her age. Her hair was longer, gathered in a shiny braid that dipped below her waist. She wore a lavender blouse and white capris, no headband in sight. Hardly combat attire, this attack must have caught her while off-duty.
Of all the changes, one thing remained the same.
Her eyes.
Compassionate and gentle, bright and warm, seeing all his flaws and judging none of them, they were as pure as they had been before his death. They were the kindest eyes he’d looked into, even filled with horror and sadness as they were now, staring at the pitch blackness surrounding his milky irises.
She appeared to be…more somehow.
Not entirely in terms of weight gain, rather, there was a difference in her shape.
It clicked in his mind abruptly, a stray memory buried in his head.
He’d seen the phenomenon before, amongst the branch. Women who’s forms were changed following pregnancy, the wider hips, the softer tummies, the motherly aura that clung to them like perfume, his younger cousin encompassed it all.
He was happy to learn she’d gone on to bear at least one child.
He wanted to see them, his niece or nephew, though perhaps it was for the best they weren’t on this battlefield.
He wondered silently if the father of her child was the golden haired boy she’d love all her life.
“Everyone, please retreat, I’ll handle this one,” his cousin directed the surround shinobi he’d been tangoing with.
“Yes ma’am!” they chorused before scattering into the surrounding forest and disappearing.
Alone at last, Neji moved a step closer, something soft and joyful filling his chest.
“Hinata-sama, it’s been a while,” he smiled ruefully, “though I never imagined this would be the way we’d meet again. I assume Orochimaru is the puppet master behind this impromptu meeting.”
She shook her head, “no, not this time.”
That was worrisome.
Edo Tensei was not a jutsu that should have so many practitioners. Kabuto and Orochimaru alone had brought unfathomable destruction all on their own.
A mere two people.
How many more people knew of this forbidden technique?
Movement behind his pseudo sibling caught his attention a beat before this new individual shouted a call. She was small but quick, speeding across the deforested battlefield.
“Mama!”
A jolt went through him as the child landed beside Hinata.
He barely had time to take in the connotation before she was striding towards him, stopping just out of range of his deadly hands, her eyes wide and excited.
“Are you really uncle Neji?”
Neji blinked, taking in the young teenage girl.
Her appearance was a dead giveaway.
From the long, violet hair, to her sky blue eyes, to that infectious grin framed by whiskers.
Naruto’s daughter.
Hinata’s daughter.
His niece.
She was garbed in gentle vibrancy, a yellow haori and tan shorts, beneath both articles of clothing, she seemed be encased a in midnight turtleneck bodysuit that stretched all the way down into her ninja boots. Her straight tresses, a clone of her mother’s, extended to her hip, left loose except for a girlish side ponytail on the right side; the tail ends were naturally spiked, another callback to her father.
A leaf headband hung loose around her throat.
He guessed her age around twelve, fourteen at the most.
“You are…Hinata’s daughter.”
“Himawari,” she introduced herself, nodding and smiling brightly, “Mama and papa talk about you all the time. There’s so many pictures of you hanging up back home, and every holiday we go through the Hyuuga family album and mama tells us more stories about you,” her gaze grew soft, indefinitely fond, “it almost feels like this isn’t the first time we’ve met, uncle.”
Neji would have thought being dead and revived would have stripped him of the most human elements, that he was little more than a walking corpse mimicking his former self.
He was wrong.
He felt.
He throat was tight with emotion.
Immeasurable sad constricted his heart.
An intense happiness thrummed through his body.
There was bond forming as he stared at this girl.
A deep kinship unraveling with this child that he didn’t know but knew him.
His heart was full to the brim, aching painfully with loss and new discovery, with an agonizing desire to remain far beyond the duration of this jutsu, a feeling that was so at odds with his lack of regret over his final act of selflessness that had cost him his life.
He smiled despite the volatile cauldron churning in his chest, “Himawari, hm.”
She nodded.
A jolt swept his body, the tether tightened in his brain.
Just like earlier.
“Himawari, run!” he shouted as his body moved without his dictate.
He struggled internally, though he was as powerless beneath the foreign command as he had been all day.
“Hinata! Stop me!” he called out next, advancing on the small girl.
Neither could move before he was on her, swinging his arms like the puppet he was, a powerful force goading him into the deadly arts of the gentle fist. His heart pounded double time against his ribcage, worry that he’d hurt his precious relative burning through his gut…
…but he worried needlessly.
Her parents had taught her extremely well, and not just the art of the Gentle Fist.
She was faster than him, nimble like Hinata but extremely unorthodox like her father, and with her Byakugan active, the combination was lethal. She moved from Gentle Fist, to the short jabs of boxing, to her own unique flourishes, her quick hands disorienting as she jumped from one style to its polar opposite the next, chatting away as she did so.
“Mama says you were a genius!” she announced, her tone bubbly and unbothered by their brutal clash, “and I can see why! Even mama had a hard time keeping up with my Gentle Barrage when I first started using it, but I haven’t been able to hit you once!”
They met in a clash of power, straining hand and hand for the upper hand, during which, Hima leaned forward and whispered conspiratorially, “though I think mama let me get that hit in on purpose. She like to pretend she can’t wipe the floor with us.”
He felt so off kilter with this girl.
She was deadly in her own right, and yet so playful and easy going at the same time.
“But that’s how mama is, she never wants us to feel bad.”
On that he agreed, “Hinata-sama has alway been kind, I would expect nothing less than for her to share her gentle nature with her child.”
She giggled, “isn’t it weird to call your sister ‘-sama’, uncle?”
He frowned a bit.
He would have thought Hinata would explain that the two were actually cousins, and Hinata was born into a social standing above his own.
“Your mother and I are-”
“Siblings,” she filled in blocking his hook and following with a high kick, “mama told us how you two grew up, main and branch. That you were two cousins that grew to be the best of siblings.”
“This is true.”
“Then how come you sill call mama ‘-sama’?” she thought for a half second, “is it like a term of endearment, those can be kinda funny and sometimes ironic.”
He smiled, stopping her next jab with an open palm, “I suppose it is.”
The title had long since stopped forming on his lips the way it had been in his youth, back when he’d mourned his fate and hated every Hyuuga that didn’t bear the curse seal on their forehead.
His body saw an opening and took it, blasting the girl off her feet with an Air Palm, sending her flying a few feet away.
“Himawari!” he called, milky depths distressed, “are you alright?!”
“She’s fine, dattebasa!!!”
A golden haired, blue eyed torpedo sped towards him. The impact of their collision rocked the earth below.
Neji found himself stunned for the umpteenth time.
Just like his sister, even more so than his sister, this older teen was the spiting image of his parents, though he heavily favored Naruto. Neji could see his cousin’s softer features in his cheeks and nose, but other than that, this boy was all Naruto.
His shaggy blonde hair was an untamed spiky mess much like his father’s had been, the trademark whiskers gracing his cheeks, even his energy raged like a thousand suns.
“Dad hits way harder!” seeming to see how insulting his words sounded, the young boy’s face grew comically panicked, an expression he’d seen on Naruto several times, as he stuttered, “n-not that you don’t hit hard too, uncle Neji! I-It’s just that dad’s like a super ninja, ya know?!”
He looked and sounded so much like Naruto, Neji couldn’t help a rare burst of mirth. His laugh sounded rusty to his own ears, he could hardly remember having reason to let down his Hyuuga born emotionless mask and emit such an undignified sound.
“Yes, I know.”
Naruto had been a ‘super ninja’ far longer than could be objectively observed.
The two separated.
Neji dropped into the stance of Gentle Fist, Boruto mirroring his motion. The boy appeared older than his sister, closer to sixteen. He wore a jumpsuit reminiscent of his father, those his was solid black, crimson stripes along the sleeves and sides of his matching pants.
“And your name, nephew?”
Grinning he answered, “Boruto, dattebasa.”
His eyes widened, then closed.
He savored the sensation coursing through his veins, drawing comfort, gratitude, peace.
“Boruto,” he repeated softly.
Speaking of father, Naruto Uzumaki stood beside Hinata, holding her to his chest, stroking her back in comfort. His bright blue eyes were sharp but teeming with emotion. Even so, this adult Naruto gave him a glimpse of his younger self, the Naruto that had uppercut him during the Chunin Exams. Neji nearly snorted another laugh at the thumbs up the orange wearing male aimed towards him. Not much had changed with him, not even that obnoxious color he cloaked himself in, though the white cloak on his back was nothing to sneeze at.
Hima rolled to her feet, smiling and wiping dirt from her clothes, “ready for round two, uncle?”
“It’s my turn, Hima,” Boruto announced to his sister.
The girl shook her head, “papa said we were both supposed to help with uncle.”
Boruto rolled his eyes, “yeah, but this is my chance, dattebasa!”
His chance?
Swinging determined baby blues to his uncle, Boruto announced, “Dad’s the strongest shinobi in the world, and one day, I’m gonna be even stronger than him! I know I can’t beat him yet, but dad beat you, so if I beat you too, then I’m one step closer to beating dad, ‘ttebasa!”
In the background, ‘dad’ exhaled an exasperated breath, slapping a palm to his forehead, and though her eyes were watery, ‘mama’ couldn’t help but giggle at her husband and son.
Hima turned to her parents, seeking guidance.
Her father merely waved a defeated hand.
Shrugging, Hima leapt backward, bounding up to a nearby tree and taking a seat on it’s branch.
The battle began, Boruto charging his uncle.
Boruto was just as unorthodox as his sister, though he leaned less into Gentle Fist and never activated his Byakugan, if indeed he had the Hyuuga bloodline trait at all, but he more than made up for the lack with calculated strikes and trickery.
Neji caught a knee to his abdomen, barely missing a headbutt when the tether snapped again, tighter than ever before.
He froze, the world around him going dark…
…he stood as a back seat driver in his own body.
Watching the events from his own empty eyes.
He felt the heat of battle…
He felt his body being torn apart…
He felt his body be repaired…
He drifted in limbo, trapped in a dreamworld, on the outside looking in at the fierce battle between him, and his niece and nephew.
There was something in him.
There was something wrong with him.
This wasn’t his power, this wasn’t his chakra, this dark energy didn’t belong to him. It was using him, possessing him like that of a demon…
NHNHNHNH
“Sealing Jutsu: Blooming sunflower!”
He floated to the surface, dazed and confused.
He looked around, then down.
Vines twined his body, immobilizing him within it’s tight clasp, throwing him back into the consciousness of his mind and body.
He felt tired, as though he’d slept a thousand years and had finally risen.
Groggy and weak.
It was the sealing jutsu, he postulated as his Byakugan faded.
Hima stood before him, her hair a bit mussed, dirt on her cheek, several tears in her haori. She was smiling wearily as she held the hand seal steady, holding him prisoner.
“You’re really strong, uncle Neji, papa had to help us a few times,” she told him, her voice strange, not as bubbly as it had been before, “I’m…I’m glad you’re you now, uncle.”
Boruto looked angry, his blue orbs watery, jaw clenched tight.
He was a little less worse for wear, a few scratches and tears in his coat.
Fist clenched, the whisker faced teen stepped closer to his subdued relative, “I’m glad we got to meet you, uncle, but whoever did this, whoever’s responsible for trapping you in that shell and making you do things you’d never do, we’ll make sure they pay, ‘ttebasa! And that’s a promise!”
“Mama, papa!” Hima called, “I can’t hold the seal much longer!”
The two older shinobi jumped from their perch, approaching the trio. Hinata looked as upset as her husband, though both seemed resigned.
“Neji…there’s so much I wanna say, ‘ttebayo.”
Neji shook his head.
There wasn’t time.
He felt the tether tightening once more.
“Tell me later,” he replied softly, “far later.”
Naruto nodded solemnly, “yeah,” he answered, his voice rough, “that’s the plan, dattebayo.”
Neji’s turned his attention to the woman at his side, “you are happy?”
She nodded, reaching for her husband’s hand, “very.”
He nodded, then turned his gaze to the two teens, etching their face in his heart, “I could not have imagined a better niece and nephew. Though we didn’t have much time to get to know each other, this will forever be one of my fondest memories. Himawari, Boruto, I know you both will go on to achieve far greater heights than any shinobi before you.”
Finally back to grinning, Boruto pumped a thumbs up, “of course, dattebasa!”
Hima merely smiled, nodding her head in agreement, then, her face turned fierce. Chakra surged, the vines came alive, dragging him into the earth below.
NHNHNHNH
Naruto stood holding his distraught wife in his arms, his own distressed eyes staring at the sunflower sprouting from a mound of dirt, marking the place Neji Hyuuga remained sealed.
His children had gone ahead to other battlefields in need while he comforted his First Lady.
“Nanadaime-sama.”
Naruto lifted his head from atop his wife’s crown, an indication to the Anbu standing at his back that he had the Hokage’s attention.
“We’ve located the shinobi responsible for the Edo Tensei.”
Fist clenched, the Seventh Hokage straightened fully, a wave of burning chakra sweeping the forest, “where?”
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