Disclaimer: I don't own Neji, or Tenten, or evil Hiashi. I don't own Home by Three Days Grace, either. I just own all the words. Yup.

I'll be coming home

Just to be alone

The shroud of darkness hovered over the Hyuuga compound. It crept beneath the doorway, past the seal of the window pane. The delicate 'pat pat' of feet against the floor was barely audible, the shadows curling around the man's ankles like manacles. His long overcoat made it difficult to make out his build, his shadow seemed to float across the sleek wooden floors. The swish of his overcoat trailing behind him as he turned a corner, as well as the echo of the stirrings in the hallway, they were factors in an equation.

Cause I know you're not there

And I know that you don't care

I can hardly wait to leave this place

Abruptly, the man stops. The rustle of his overcoat against his breeches the only sound until they too settle. In front of the broad-shouldered shadow stands Hyuuga Hiashi. His imposing aura magnified by his suspicious expression. Arms crossed over his rib cage. He speaks in a serious voice, one that commands the attention of his subjects. The shadow is his subject, he is his servant. Nothing more than a whelp from one of the branches of the Hyuuga family.

No matter how hard I try

You're never satisfied

This is not a home

I think I'm better off alone

"Where have you been, Neji?" he demands an answer from the shadow, who begrudgingly responds. "Nowhere interesting." that was the truth. He had spent the latter portion of the evening sitting beneath the terrace of a charming restaurant. After an afternoon of training, mind you. He had insisted on treating his fellow team-mate and love interest, Tenten, to this particular café. As much as Hyuuga Neji might be cold hearted at times, he really is a gentleman. Hiashi stands rigid, as if the shadow's voice has triggered something within him. As he brushed past the shadow which was Neji, Hiashi leered "Trying to influence her, Neji? Even if she is your team-mate and did train under that idiot Guy, she will never fall for it.".

You always disappear

Even when you're here

This is not my home

I think I'm better off alone

Neji's gaze was rooted to the floor, until he heard his uncle's jibe. With that, his chin lifted from his collar bone as he turned to face the head of the Hyuuga clan. "What are you saying?" he spat, the venom in his voice like a snake awakened from it's slumber far too early for it's liking. Hiashi called over his shoulder, as if the matter of Neji's relationship with Tenten was a trivial detail "No one can love you, Neji. You are nothing but a bastard. The kin of the Hyuuga, yes, but nothing more than the child of the branch family. There is no way that you will ever control. Only be controlled. Do you see that pretty little brand on your forehead? You see it every morning you look in the mirror, yet you still can not see how worthless you are." blazing alabaster eyes met piercing grey eyes as the Hyuuga men exchanged the customary glare.

By the time you come home

I'm already stoned

Neji was a reasonable man, hell, he was a reasonable nin. But a midnight chat with Hiashi had never been his cup of tea. The feeling in his gut was more chaotic than usual, instead of an orderly plan in mind there was nothing more than the desire to do damage to Hiashi. To injure him like he had injured Neji. Even to land one blow would be enough, just one. Enough to dent the composure and pride of the elder Hyuuga. As the deadly silence stretched on, both Hyuuga activited their Byakugan. The swirl of the air as Neji's overcoat dropped from his shoulders to the wooden floorboards. With a graceful movement Neji was no longer standing, but in a ready position for his nearly mastered art of Gentle Fist. Just one blow, and it would be over. The rational part of Neji's mind was screaming alerts, calculating the damage that would be doled out on his body. Before he had even estimated the amount of bruises and injuries, the two met fist to fist. The weathered flesh of Hiashi's knuckles meeting Neji's in the trademark grace of the Hyuuga's brand of combat.

You turn off the TV

And you scream at me

I can hardly wait

Till you get off my case

The graceful dance was preformed in near silence, only the light drumming of fist against fist and flesh against flesh were the signs that the two Hyuuga men had had enough. No more games, no more dances around each other trying to avoid the obvious. Neji hated everything about Hiashi, and the feeling was mutual. Now that he had given the clan leader just a glimpse of that hatred, he was a threat. Feeling a jab to his shoulder, Neji could practically see his muscle go slack. Still, he held what little ground the hallway provided. Hiashi's jaw nearly fell as he felt Neji's two fingers jab a point in his thigh, which he guessed would leave him with a limp until his chakra could pass the barrier. Minutes passed, the slap of the two barefoot men's feet on the floor. Neji's expression betrayed only a touch of shock, otherwise a frown hovered over his lips as he flew across the room from a well aimed strike above his heart. Slowly lifting his able hand to his head, blinking the stars from his vision as he watched Hiashi's retreating backside swagger smugly down the hallway. The hiss trailing after him, bidding Neji a cold goodnight, said far more than that. He was no longer welcome here.

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So I actually had this idea that perhaps I'll continue this. Yup. For some reason I have creativity for Neji-Tenten-esque fics. Should be interesting.

Please review, I'd like some helpful critique on my typed-in-ten-minutes oneshots. :P