This is my first fanfic, and I think I did a pretty good job so far. The characters are Neji and Hinata.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto--Masashi Kishimoto does. I wish I owned Neji, Sasuke and Shikamaru, but unfortunately I do not.

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Neji Hyuga sat at his desk, pen in hand, staring down at a blank piece of paper. He was trying to write a letter to his cousin, Hinata Hyuga, apologizing for trying to kill her three months ago. He didn't know what came over him (well, actually he did, but he liked to say that he didn't). He chewed his nails nervously, trying to figure out what to write.

He had been sitting here for over an hour.

Normally, Neji would be somewhere training, hanging out with his friends, or out taunting other people. But it was snowing something fierce outside, his friends were all busy, and for once, he was bored with taunting people.

He would watch TV, but he didn't have one in his room. Sure, there were other TVs in the mansion, but the snowstorm had knocked the power out.

Bummer.

So he decided, after three months of silent contemplation, that he would write Hinata a letter. He straightened his shoulders and began to write.

Hinata…

And then he suddenly came down with a severe case of Writer's Block--which didn't make much sense, since he was only writing an apology note.

Right…?

Neji closed his eyes and thought hard. What should I say? He thought. He thought of Hinata, the way she looked at him just before their battle during the Chunin Exam--eyes full of determination, a serious look on her face. That made him angry. She wasn't supposed to look at him that way. She was supposed to be frightened. She was supposed to run away. He remembered his fury, how hard he hit her, how, at the time, he just really wanted to kill her.

What was wrong with him?

He suddenly heard a buzzing noise and looked up to see the power was back on. Annoyed at having been rudely interrupted, he resumed his thoughts.

He remembered the look on her face as she was carried away on a stretcher, beaten to a pulp. A single tear slipped from her eye as she unconsciously gazed at him. Her eves were full of sadness.

Why?

Neji didn't understand--why didn't she hate him? Even as badly as he had hurt her, she still didn't hate him. During the rare events that they happened to run into each other after the incident, she would nervously smile and bow at him. "H-Hello, big brother," she would say. Then, as he stood watching her stupidly, she would daintily --and nervously-- walk away.

...I apologize for what I did to you three months ago…

DARN. He didn't know what to write next. He decided to go and get him a glass of water while he tried to think.

Neji lived in the Branch part of the Hyuga mansion and could've walked just a few feet from his room to the kitchen to get his glass of water. But he was a Neji, and Nejis are stubborn. So because of his stubbornness, he just had to get his glass of water from the Main kitchen.

And he did.

Neji was so thirsty, he failed to notice the sound of someone approaching. When he finally lowered the glass, a loud aaahh escaping his lips, he screamed.

"AAAHH?!"

Hinata stood quietly, staring at her cousin curiously. Then, after several seconds had passed, she bowed. "Brother," she said, straightening up.

Neji just stared at her, his face still in shock mode.

Hinata courageously walked towards him. "U-Um, what…are you doing in here?" She asked cautiously.

"Getting a glass of water," he quickly blurted. Hinata relaxed a little.

"Oh." She turned towards the cabinet and grabbed a cup of instant ramen. Neji watched as she carefully poured in the correct amount of water and stuck it in the microwave.

The two stood there in awkward silence as Hinata waited for her ramen to finish cooking.

Neji opened his mouth a few times to speak, but closed it again when he realized he didn't know what to say. Hinata was watching him, and he knew it. He was sure she thought he looked like he was impersonating a fish.

But she knew he had something to say. Gathering up an ounce of courage, she turned to him and asked, "Are you okay, brother?"

Unable to speak, Neji just nodded. A small blush spread across his cheeks and he turned away quickly, but Hinata saw it. She smiled.

When the microwave beeped finished, Hinata grabbed her ramen and a fork and turned back to Neji. She bowed to him once again and glanced up at his face.

Neji combed through the many thoughts that were racing through his mind. What should he do? Punch her? Run away? Faint? He had to return the gesture--he had to do something.

BUT WHAT WAS HE GOING TO DO?!

Having a sudden, overpowering urge to just move, Neji attempted to walk towards her. But, being the Neji he is, he tripped over his own foot and lost his balance. Hinata's eyes widened as Neji hurtled towards her at incredible falling speed, reaching out towards Hinata to keep himself from falling flat on his beautiful face. Hinata's eyes widened in fear, interpreting this action as an attack. She prepared to strike. "Gentle Fist Attack!" She squealed and, before he could say a word, she began jabbing Neji's arms and legs many times, rendering him helpless and blocking his chakra.

And then, before she could even attempt to move out of the way, Neji landed on top of her and they both hit the floor, landing with a painful "oomph".

Drained completely of energy from her previous attack, Hinata couldn't move. And, after what Hinata had done to him, Neji couldn't either.

"G-Get…off…of me!" Hinata grumbled as she glared at Neji.

Neji rolled his eyes, a useless action considering he has no pupils. "How in the heck am I going to do that?"

Hinata seemed to consider this fact. She sighed helplessly.

What would her father think if he walked into the kitchen now and saw this?

She struggled to move, but there was no use. She couldn't move her arms or legs at all, and her struggling wasn't doing anything but draining even more of the small amount of energy she still had left.

Neji attempted to move his body; it didn't matter which part. He found he could still move his head and butt…

But what help were they?!

Neji attempted to glare at Hinata, but his neck started to get tired. Instead, he rested his head on Hinata's shoulder. She let out a small yelp.

"Oh crap," Neji grumbled. "What'd I do this time?"

He didn't know it, but Neji was sending waves of pleasure through Hinata's body. Hinata shuddered--she just couldn't help it.

Being the unofficially certified dingdong he is, Neji exhaled loudly, annoyed at how Hinata was getting so worked up over nothing. He was only lying on top of her.

Now that I think about it, this is kind of awkward, Neji thought. He tried helplessly to move again, but after about thirty seconds of throwing his head around, he finally accepted a crucial fact:

It was gonna be a long while before he'd be able to move again. About an hour, at the least.

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So how did I do? Was it okay? Did it suck? Please tell me!

Chapter Two is on its way!