Kanoi: -moans miserably-
Sasuke: What's wrong with you?
Kanoi: I think I'm getting the flu.
Sasuke: Well stay away from me. I don't want to catch you disgusting virus.
Kanoi: You're so mean…
Naruto: Poor Kanoi… Do you want some ramen? –shoves a bowl under Kanoi's nose-
Kanoi: -turns a pale green- Bathroom… -runs off-
Sasuke: Nice one, Dobe. Now we have to do the disclaimer.
Naruto: Oops…
Sasuke: Kanoi doesn't own Naruto.
Naruto: So don't sue her.
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Neji stared impassively at the wounds he had received from his unexpected defeat at the hands of Uzumaki Naruto.
Ever since Hiashi-sama had spoken to him, Neji had been uncomfortably numb. It was difficult for him to breathe because of the lump in his throat. He found himself wondering if the soul he did not possess could ache.
"Neji-nii-san…"
Neji slowly looked up through his oddly damp eyelashes at his timid cousin.
"You're crying…"
To his surprise, Hinata was right. The flood gates shattered, and to Neji's horror a sob escaped his tight throat.
Small arms wrapped around his shaking shoulders, and his forehead was gently led to a slender shoulder.
He longed for redemption he knew someone like him didn't deserve when he was being held by this sweet girl whom he didn't deserve to be in the presence of.
How wrong would it be of him to shed his shallow, ignorant pain through her help?