Three, Naruto:

Another quote-piece, because I kind of like Hanabi even though Hinata and Neji bore me excessively. (Augh, overly wordy drivel. I do like the concept, I just fail at finding the words for it.)
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"Hope has two daughters, anger and courage. They are both lovely."
-attributed to St. Augustine
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Hinata has worn her hitai-ate around her neck since she received it, as is traditional for members of the main house. Neji shadows her footsteps with his head covered when she walks among family. This, too, is tradition: both that she should be escorted and protected, and that she should lead him, literally and figuratively, as the main house leads the lesser members of the clan.

Hanabi walks beside her sister, having earned that right along with the hitai-ate she wears around her bicep. She tailors her stride to match her elder sister's more delicate steps, and she turns her head to better hear her sister's soft voice.

The three of them are rarely seen alone, within the walls of House Hyuuga.

When the elders meet to discuss the future of the clan, Hinata and her sister wait, kneeling outside the meeting room. Hinata keeps her eyes on the ground; Hanabi watches the door. Neji stands behind them, with his head bowed.

When her father beckons Hinata into the room, she goes without a word. She looks him in the eye as she crosses the threshold, and meets the gaze of the clan elders without flinching. The door slides shut behind her almost silently.

Hanabi does not move from her place on the floor, but her hands clench into tiny, deadly fists against her knees. She closes her eyes against the temptation to look behond the closed door. Neji turns his head towards the open window to watch a flock of birds alighting on the roof of an adjoining building.

It is not long before Hinata emerges with her father. She smiles at her sister and her cousin; strips of clean linen bind her forehead, and she is holding her hitai-ate in one hand.

When the elders beckon Hanabi into the room, she looks from her sister to her father, and notes which of them keeps their eyes downcast. She stands and turns her back on her father and the other elders of the clan.

Hinata and Neji follow her to the door. She slides it open with enough force to crack the frame; there is something of Hinata in the grace of her movements, and something of Neji in the pride of her bearing. The anger that burns in her eyes is all her own, however.

The birds scatter, winging over buildings and trees until they disappear, as the three of them emerge.