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01 May 2007 @ 06:06 pm
Kiss #2 for the challange~  
So yeah, worked out another theme for 30_kisses, so thought I'd go ahead and post it up. Also working on like 2 or 3 other things that are NOT NejiHina (and some fanart that IS. XD), so I should have lots more posts lately. I post a whole hell of a lot, ya see. Well anyway here's the fic, and for once it's ANGST not FLUFF and the NejiHina is one-sided. I know, gasp in horror at the travesty. Anyway...

Title: Perfect 10
Genre: Angst/romance
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Onesided NejiHina
Theme: "#10"
Disclaimer: Yeah yeah, you know the drill.



If she had asked someone, they would have likely told her it was a rather irrational thing for someone to direct dislike or hatred towards something so simple and insignificant as a number. That feeling animosity towards a few simple strokes of pen onto paper was rather an abnormal thing. But then, she hadn’t asked them, had she? Not that it mattered. Abnormal or not, irrational or not, Hyuuga Hinata hated the number 10.

If anyone asked, she’d smile and laugh and make up some inane story about her reasoning. That the number 10 just wasn’t pretty, or that something unpleasant had happened to her in her tenth year of life, or that she had just never liked it that much. Laughing it off and brushing it aside and covering up the real reasons why she bore such distaste towards two slash-marks of her calligraphy brush.

Ten was…the number of perfection. Perfect 10, perfect score. Something she could never achieve, no matter how hard she tried. Perfection wasn’t for her, it was a star that rested far beyond her reach and even farther beyond the limits of her own paltry skills or her own average intellect. She wasn’t a genius, wasn’t smart like Shikamaru or driven like Naruto. For her, the best she could ever hope for was 7 out of 10. 70%, an average level.

Ten was also the number of repetitions her father had always insisted on during those rare moments when he’d deigned to train his failure of an eldest daughter. It didn’t matter that ten was also the number of repetitions he required from Neji when he trained the other in similar stances and maneuvers. Which Neji, it didn’t stop at 10. It could be 10 times 10, and her genius cousin would execute them flawlessly, a thing Hinata could never seem to manage. It was one of the things she loved about him, after all, when she snuck away from her own duties to watch him train.

That number was also her younger sister’s age. The younger sister who had never cared for Hinata, who had never confided in her elder and never seen the other Hyuuga daughter as anything but an eyesore and an embarrassment. And even though she would have denied it had anyone asked, the hurt and resentment festered nonetheless. Despite the fact that it wasn’t her sister’s fault she had been born into such a twisted and ruthless family dynamic.

But there was another thing that went with the number ten that Hinata hated even more. Her name. That two-syllable name that fell so easily from Neji’s lips these days, the name of his teammate. Ten-ten. Not just one ten, but two. Two advents of perfection rolled into one, making them the only thing in Neji’s eyes, the only thing he seemed to see. Not that the other girl didn’t likely deserve the moniker. After all, she was everything Hinata wasn’t. Strong, confident, assertive. A model kunoichi, rather then a failure like the indigo-haired Hyuuga. No wonder Neji looked at her the way he did.

Ten-ten was perfect, after all. She must have been perfect, at least, for Neji to follow her around the way he did lately. For him to bring home those ten perfect white roses she’d seen him carrying. And even though Hyuuga Hinata was not usually one to hold grudges or feel jealousy or bitterness, those were the only things she could feel as she watched Ten-ten’s embarrassed blush as Neji took one of the flowers and brushed the soft petals against her lips in a mimicry of the kiss he would lean in to claim a moment later.

And maybe that was why her moderate dislike for the number 10 had developed into such a hatred. Because 10 was the number of perfection. And the one that she watched, the one who she deemed worthy of such a number, had already found his partner in perfection. A partner who wasn’t her.

Will be X-posted to 30_kisses, sunnyday_love, hyugacest, hinatafans, narutofans, chuunin, naruto_het, naruto_fanworks, inter_clan, fanfic_no_jutsu, narufanfic
 
 
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kayuuko on May 1st, 2007 11:02 pm (UTC)
Could I ask you to please credit me for using that icon http://userpic.livejournal.com/60052675/11594514

I made that one for Narutoforums some time ago- just a bigger version of it (guess it was around 120 x 120 back then).

At least credit the artist please: http://az-9.ciao.jp/

Thank you~
Neko-taichoutasogaretaichou on May 1st, 2007 11:24 pm (UTC)
Not a problem at all. I have over 2000 icons that I get from random places so I often don't know where they come from.
cutemaracutemara on May 2nd, 2007 12:32 am (UTC)
Very poignant...just like your writing always is!
Neko-taichou: Protecttasogaretaichou on May 2nd, 2007 12:45 am (UTC)
Why thank you v. much.
monni_kinsmonni_kins on May 2nd, 2007 05:49 am (UTC)
The feeling of incompleteness.
I could feel that while reading.

I enjoyed this very much.
farahnqfarahnq on May 2nd, 2007 10:18 am (UTC)
Huah, this makes me so jealous :/ Still, this rocks way better then me so kudo's to you :D