Blinking to clear his head, Neji shut the door and followed suit, shrugging off the car coat and hanging it up beside Itachi's. "Water, please," he called, and stepped out of his shoes before stepping out of the foyer and onto the cream-colored, plush carpet. His stocking feet sank in a little as he crossed to the windows and looked out over the city. It was growing dusk, and the sky in the west glowed yellow-orange while overhead it was a beautiful deep blue. The lights of the city lit up, long illuminated avenues radiating out to the horizon.
From there he wandered around the edge of the room, running a finger over the spines of the books. All subjects, it seemed, though there were some that had to be textbooks from the police academy. His fingers dropped into air, and his eyes slid over, stopping when he saw that there was a picture there--four people, all of the same mold. This must be... yes, there was Sasuke's hair, spiky even then, and eyes that were much brighter even in the stiff pose he was in. And across from him, father's hand on his shoulder, was Itachi.
Serious even then, Neji thought, staring at the picture. He wondered what it was like, to have family there for you--there long enough to be remembered clearly by you.