Author's Note: I don't own, for my official disclaimer regarding that, check my profile ;-)

Seriously, if I owned, Naruto would have had an in-manga lemon with Haku. I'm not joking, I'm that demented.

This is just the first chapter, out of probably about 4 or so chapters. Working my way up at the moment, not a massively experience writer - I am incredibly appreciative of constructive criticism, good or bad. Not sure when the next chapter will be up, tomorrow hopefully, depends on time. GCSE's are looming ;-)

Dedicated to my pretty young friend Nicole, who gave me the idea for this one ;-) x

Enjoy :3


"Is dinner ready yet?" he called down the stairs to his blonde haired partner.
"Yeah, I'm just laying the table," the reply floated back up to him. Ah well, a few more minutes to myself would have been nice, he thought to himself.

He trudged down the stairs, trailing his feet behind him. Meals were starting to become something of a chore; so much insesent griping about the academy and unruly kids having an unnervingly-similar-to-Naruto's-own-at-that-time attitude. Still, rather him than me, Sasuke silently mused.

"Miso pork tonight Sasuke!" He said serving up into two identical cup bowls.
"Ramen again Naruto? Can you cook anything else?" Sasuke replied.
"I can, I just thought you liked ramen Sasuke-kun," Naruto said looking slightly crestfallen.
"No, YOU like ramen, I tolerate it," Sasuke retorted.

The rest of the meal was spent in awkward silence, something which Sasuke didn't like, but he couldn't help being thankful for. Naruto was becoming increasingly irritating recently.

Sasuke left the table and padded softly up to their room, undressing and neatly folding his clothes as he went. He climbed into bed and put his glasses on. Removing the current book from his nearby shelf and beginning to read in the dim glow of the candle on the night stand, he began to think of Naruto.

Naruto returned from the kitchen with an icecream, of which Sasuke had refused the offer. He noticed that Sasuke had left, and he heard no sound from the lounge, meaning he had retired already to his books.

No longer in the mood, he returned the ice cream back to the freezer, uttering softly to himself.
"I'll clear up then."

No one saw the single tear roll down Naruto's cheek before he pulled himself together, whiping it quickly away; and he decided to join Sasuke in bed.

Neglect is a powerful thing.

Sasuke heard the steady thud thud thud of Naruto's heavy footfalls as he ascended the stairs; he hoped he wasn't going to try anything, he simply wasn't in the mood.

As Naruto entered the room, staying silent so as to not interupt Sasuke's reading, he began to remove his clothes, finally climbing into bed. Sasuke placed his book back on the ornate Uchiha heirloom bookshelf, and removed his glasses, placing them simply in the same spot as he had picked them up.

He leaned over and kissed Naruto lightly, rolled over, and lay down to sleep. But he could not. He heard Naruto's audible sigh as he resigned himself to the fact that Sasuke clearly wasn't in the mood.

The earlier single tear threatened to return tenfold, but he held it back, rolling over to face away from his partner.

He still failed to stifle the small sob; a sound that would keep Sasuke up a few more hours, before he could finally succumb to the bliss of dreamless sleep.

Thankfully, Sasuke was an early riser, regardless of amount of sleep. He slipped out from under the covers, and dressed quickly. It may have been a Sunday, he may have been 22 with a partner and no missions, and he may feel like staying in bed till midday, but that didn't mean he wanted to stay in the house.

He had to to get away. He just had to, what with the heavy load of Anbu missions, specifically assasination missions making draining use of his Mangekyo Sharingan, and then with the irritation caused by his lover. He needed a few hours away from their flat, he needed some time to himself.

He set of at a steady pace, heading straight towards the training ground where Team 7 first trained. He needed to release some pent up energy, and smashing up their old training ground seemed as good energy release as any.

As he drew nearer he felt a familiar chakra signiture, a specific, powerful chakra. It was perfectly shaped, untainted by those imperfections one normally sees in a shinobi; this could only belong to a genius bloodline limit user.

As he drew closer he activated his sharingan, ignoring the sting of pain as he activated it - it would be gone in a minute - and looked again at the source of the chakra. Ah, kaiten, no wonder the chakra was perfectly shaped in a sphere.

The Hyuga genius' Kaiten, his heavenly spin, a move that even the sharingan could not counter. How does giving colour to chakra help when you're looking at an ethereal shield made of chakra?

He knew of the genius' training regimes, tougher even than Maito Gai's. He started at 4 in the morning, and finished at 2 in the morning, stopping only for food and drink. His muscle was subsiquently carved from stone, the perfect white marble as smooth and cleanly cut as any - the perfect description when considering Neji's statuesqe body.

Sasuke slowed down his pace, not wanting to interupt the adept Jyuuken user. No one ever saw Neji train. Well, no one outside of the Hyuga compound anyway. Yet Sasuke now could.

Neji was outside of the compound, way outside in fact, training in the woods near the training grounds. The chakra was ridiculous. It had been years since he had even seen Neji fight, and this was emphasised so well by the sheer chakra volume increase that the genius had gained.

He had only seen two chakras this vast in his time. And both belonged to bijuu.

Even with his mind totally focused on his training, he was still always on the lookout for other people coming.

Training as he was, from before dawn until well after dusk, he had taken over as the patrol for that sector of Konoha's primary defence; making good use of his Byakugan, and increasing his chakra stamina in the process.

However what he was not expecting was the remaining Uchiha, an Anbu caption surpassing his late brother, heading towards him... or at least his general direction.

While the two clans always held fairly close ties, the Hyuga main house often caring for Sasuke himself after "that incident" with Itachi while he was younger; he had had very little to do with the other kekkei genki user since his return. Despite this, being part of the most prominent and powerful clan in Konoha, he of course knew of Sasuke's speedy climb to Anbu captain, and of course of his relationship with Naruto.

Sasuke was known to be a stickler for training routines and missions, and Neji pondered as he trained as to whether an Anbu mission led him out this way.

Whatever his reasons were, he had stopped; and through watching the chakra flow evenly until his head, Neji realised he was watching him, observing the movements with his sharingan.

What does he hope to achieve? He knows better than most that even the sharingan can't copy the gentle fist style. But then again, that might not be his intention.

Intentions clear or not I'll let him stay and watch for a while, Neji thought to himself, and let's see how he reacts to my new implosion palm technique.

Sasuke's mind was going in overdrive. What was Neji doing? It's as though his chakra's being suppressed... no... concentrated. But why? What could he possibly hope to achie...

Sasuke couldn't finish that thought. Not after witnessing what he just had. Neji had moved at shunshin speed, and appeared infront of a tree, and used a gentle fist style attack on the tree. Watching with the sharingan allowed him to see in slow motion, so the reaction was delayed at first, and he saw the entire process.

The concentrated chakra had travelled through his arm, and into the tree. But then the truly unexpected happened. The chakra folded in on itself completely, the chakra colour dissappearing from the tree. That wasn't all though. The tree went with the chakra, completely crumbling in on itself.

A full sized 200 year old oak, as solid as rock. That tree was used as a kunai target, it was indestructable.

And Neji had just destroyed it with one strike. Sasuke simply couldn't get it through his head that such a purely destructive ninjutsu could exist. Something about the extent of this raw, yet fully tamed power captured him fully.

He couldn't tear his eyes away, even for the training that Neji completed for the next several hours.

Something about it turned him on more than Naruto had ever done, and it hit him later on as to why it was that Neji was so superior. While Naruto did things that took immense chakra and strength, it was all possible through training. This much was shown. But with Neji...

With Neji... what he was doing... what he spent hours displaying over and over...

Was nothing any more or any less than...

Impossible.