Neji, 17

I always assumed I was bound by an unescapable fate. I had been a boy. My father was used as a sacrifice in order to save our family from bankruptcy. I wept on his grave, realizing us Mutants were somehow tied to the ends of death. Then, I battled with the most aggravating knuckleheaded minion of the entire species and I knew what destiny served for. I knew my purpose. Frankly my father's death was not in vain; I needed to make sure that honor would not be rejected. I would protect Hinata even if it causes me my utmost fear: death.

You are that person that stands clearly as the black paint, an archfear and the metaphors to all figure of death. Come back again and we'll see whose eye shines brighter and darker--mine, or yours. The battle between us already sparked, hadn't it? Only I was too afraid hurting you would be hurting someone else. Two lonely desperate people who searched the entire world for you when you were gone, now living on their own state of colorful mystical universe, pretending as if you've never existed.