A/N: Okay, it looks like I'm doing this too. Keep in mind that these stories are scraps of ideas I've had lying around and nothing actually good. I doubt I'll continue any of them into an actual story, but you are free to do so as long as you tell me, give me some sort of credit somewhere, and send me the story to read when you're done! Again, these are scraps, a lot of them are unedited, most of them are completely stupid, but I don't care. Have fun reading!

1-Introduction

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Neji was not a morning person, he as never been a morning person, and he will never be a morning person. This particular morning however, to his great distaste, he was force to drag himself out of bed at five in the morning and proceed half asleep to the training grounds to meet what was soon to be his new Genin team leader. Woop-ti-dingle-do.

Neji was never one for being on time. Don't get him wrong though, he has never been late to anything in his life. No, Hyuuga Neji was always, always, always, early, and today was no exception. At five twenty he found himself approaching the designated meeting spot with forty minutes to spare. Hopefully, the alone time would let him mentally prepare himself for whatever it was he was expected to do with his new teammates, whose names he didn't bother to remember since they were probably losers and below him anyway.

Unfortunately for Neji, someone beat him there. Under the tree where they were supposed to meet was a fully grown adult with the ugliest hair style Neji had ever seen and green spandex, doing pushups. What kind of same man would wear spandex and do pushups at five twenty two in the morning Neji didn't know, and he certainly didn't want to find out. Or look close enough to find out.

The Hyuuga turned his face away from the sight in disgust. There was no way he was getting near that tree. Edging away before the freak could notice him, he leaned against the tree ten feet from the spectacle and focused on something much less disturbing, like exactly how many blades of grass there were in the field to his far right.

"Hyuuga Neji," a deep voice declared proudly, much closer than Neji had expected.

He turned his head, eye still averted down. Big mistake. He squeezed his eyes shut as tight as they would go, but it was too late, the mental picture of what he just saw would be stuck with him forever. The spandex-clan weirdo was standing hardly a foot away, hands on his hips and chest puffed out. How the hell had he gotten so close without Neji noticing?

Reluctantly, Neji raised his head and opened his eyes to look at the man's face. Oh god, the eyebrows were a different story all together. The man was positively beaming. At least his teeth weren't so bad.

The freak stuck his had out for Neji to shake. The boy raised an eyebrow and eyed the weirdo before slowly reaching for it.

As soon as his fingers had even twitched the man griped his hand so tightly it hurt and shook it enthusiastically.

"Maito Gai!" he proclaimed much more loudly then Neji thought necessary with the close proximity that they were in, which was too close for Neji's liking anyway, especially with the man dressed the way he was.

"You are early!" Gai observed excitedly, still shaking the Hyuuga's hand long after it was polite to stop. Neji tried to detach his hand from the death grip but failed. "Isn't that wonderful? You are in the springtime of your youth, and you do not waste a single minute of it sleeping in! That is something to be admired, my young pupil!"

"Hn."

This guy was his teacher? Why? Why did the gods hate Neji so?

The handshaking finally stopped, but Gai still wouldn't give him his hand back. Instead, he jerked it towards himself, pulling Neji some kind of awkward and completely uncalled for bear hug.

"I'm so proud of you!" Gai sobbed, latching onto Neji constricting his airway. "Youth runs deep within you, I can feel it! I just know we will share a tight and everlasting bond!"

Was he actually crying? Neji felt like bashing his head into the tree behind him. There were exactly thirty four minutes until his teammates would come and take the attention away from him. There were many, many years until this nightmare would end.