[log] Looking Glass [Hizashiko and Hinaji]

Nov 28, 2008 23:44

It was interesting, what medical care and good food could do to a person. Though she was still thin (and its possible, would always be) Hizashiko looked far better then she had just a few short months ago. She no longer looked like a diseased, ratty mess or like her bones were in danger of poking out of her skin. Her hair was well kept and looked ( Read more... )

rp log, november year 18, hizashiko, hinaji

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hyuuga_hinaji November 29 2008, 06:01:07 UTC
Hinaji hadn't known what to do after his talk--if he could call it that--with Hiashiko. Anger and resentment and pain had been all he'd felt, and he wandered the compound and then the village until the sun hung low in the sky. None of his thoughts made sense to him, and he could only repeat over and over in his head how the Hyuuga clan head lied.

'That's a lie!' echoing softly through his every thought, Hinaji worked his way through the village, eyes downcast. There were a few times he nearly bumped into someone, and he barely dodged a fight with a drunken chuunin. Eventually though he found his footsteps echoing hollowly around him, and he glanced up at white walls and mednin passing by.

Why had he come to the hospital?

He turned to leave, exhausted and just wanting to sleep, when he paused and moved deeper into the building, his body seeming to move on its own. He gradually slowed outside her door, though, and then he heard the click as he pushed it open.

Why...?Hizashiko looked back at him, surprised, and he bowed his head ( ... )

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hizashiko November 29 2008, 06:08:53 UTC
"... that's quite all right," Hizashiko answered, closing her book and heading to her bed; she gestured, so Hinaji could sit in the chair if he wanted. "It's quiet here, and I don't mind guests."

Settling on the bed and setting her book aside, she watched the young man. He looked tired and worn, like Hiasihko seemed to look lately, and there was anger in his movement as well. Hizashiko wondered what had brought this boy to her room, but she had a feeling it wasn't a good thing. For a moment she was afraid that something had happened to her sister, but she shoved that aside.

If something had happened to Hiashiko, Nejiko would have told her.

"You look very much like your father," Hizashiko said, to help ease the tense boy. "If I hadn't known who you were, I would have thought you a much younger version of Hiroshi-sama."

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hyuuga_hinaji November 29 2008, 06:16:47 UTC
Hinaji hesitated outside the door before coming in. He stayed near the entrance though, watching his aunt closely.

"I've heard before how much I look like him." His voice was quiet. "I don't remember him very well." He didn't like thinking back to when he was younger, either. There were too many bad memories.

"...How are you feeling? Are you being treated well?"

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hizashiko November 29 2008, 06:24:52 UTC
Hizashiko nodded, settling on the bed. "What they say is true. I had much respect for Hiroshi-sama. I still do."

Deciding that Hinaji would get to his point eventually, she smiled a touch at his second questions. "I'm feeling far better then I was when I first arrived. I'm... looking forward to leaving the hospital soon. And I've been treated very well."

There was no use mentioning the ANBU HQ stay. The less that knew about that, the better- especially Nejiko. Even if she suspected, she didn't need to have her suspicions confirmed.

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hizashiko December 2 2008, 18:34:37 UTC
Hizashiko didn't say a word, barely moved, as Hinaji seemed to absorb all that she had said. It seemed to be difficult for him and she wondered again what had happened. When he finally shifted and spoke, again unable to meet her eyes, his words made her arch an eyebrow slowly. He told Hiashiko that she hated him? Impossible. And... for Hiashiko to hear that, and to think in turn that her son hated her... she must have been devastated. The next time she saw Nejiko, Hizashiko was going to have to ask (or even beg) her daughter to get her sister in here right away ( ... )

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hyuuga_hinaji December 2 2008, 22:22:51 UTC
Hizashiko's hand on his chin startled him, but Hinaji let her lift his face anyway. It was still hard to meet her eyes, though he tried.

"Was she really happy?" Honestly all Hinaji remembered from his childhood was being pushed towards being the ideal Hyuuga, and being punished for failing that. No matter what Hizashiko said, it was hard to equate the harsh stares and hard words for love. But Hizashiko had no reason to lie to him, he was sure of that.

His shoulders shook and he quickly pulled away from her hand to get his emotions under control. He was already being an inconvenience; he didn't want to embarrass himself further.

"I couldn't meet her expectations, though..." He rubbed at his cheeks, trying to be discreet. "I always loved my mother. It hurt that she always looked so cold. I wanted to make her smile at me. But even though I couldn't...you're sure she doesn't hate me?"

He felt like a child needing reassurance.

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hizashiko December 3 2008, 03:18:04 UTC
"Never openly happy- that's not your mother," Hizashiko explained, still watching him. "Public displays of affection never occured, not once. But I believe he made her happy. He loved her as deeply as she loved him. No one quite cared for her the way he did. And they were both very happy to have you. After a few.... painful failures, to have you, nothing made them happier. Neesama was very proud to announce your birth. Just because she was harsh in raising you doesn't mean she didn't care- it was just how we were taught."

White eyes finally lifted off the boy as he tried to discreetly cry. It was uncomfortable, and she wouldn't add to his shame by openly staring and wondering what was up with this child. Really though, there wasn't anything wrong with him. He simply wasn't his mother, like most everyone had expected ( ... )

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hyuuga_hinaji December 3 2008, 07:55:24 UTC
"I've tried to tell her before," he said softly, his voice still thick from the tears he couldn't quite stop. "But the words don't come. They always sound foolish, and I know--I'm afraid she'll laugh them off or reprimand me for them." He smiled a little before letting the expression drop. "...So the bitterness wins out, and I fight with her ( ... )

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