"You know we can't be. So just do it."
Neji looked the Chonin before him, a half-smile on his face, one that didn't reach his cold, void eyes. For a moment, she seemed to cower, a small shiver going through her, and the smile faded. He leaned against the tree, surveying her with an amused grin, mouthing 'Are you sure?' She nodded, all blood flowing from her face. He snickered.
Before she could blink, he struck her. Two, four, eight, sixteen, thirty-two, sixty-four. Her eyes were wide; he could tell she was instinctively trying to defend herself. Every hit made her shudder. She was gasping. One-twenty-eight. She fell, writhing. He knew what was happening to her insides: the chakra was slowly building up and, unable to be used, was starting to tear apart her insides. He blanched, finally realizing that she was going to die, regardless of what he did. She moaned his name and he kneeled at her side.
"I… love you."
She screamed, blood spraying on his face and stinging his eyes. For the first time in his life he felt like someone's screaming was going to rip open his heart. What had he done? Her eyes were screwed tightly shut, the eyes that used to light up when he brought her stupid little things, like his father's old bow and the arrows, or the flower. He stroked the side of her face, and wiped away the tear-like blood that was coming from her eyes. The screaming stopped suddenly, and her eyes snapped open. The pupils had devoured any color left, so that it was the black that touched the white. She took a hissing breath, looked up at him (she couldn't see him now, could she?) and smiled. The smile died upon her lips as she did, her irises swallowing the black quickly, head falling to the side, exhaling softly. He stood up and stepped back, holding his hands as though afraid to touch her. What had he done, oh god what had he done? He looked around for something, anything.
His eyes landed on her kunai, which had dropped from her hand when she fell (why didn't she use it to stop him?) and laid at his feet. Without hesitation he knelt down, picked it up it and slammed it into his temple, wincing as he felt the shock of pain and then near-blankness as he used his rapidly-fading chakra to slow his death. Blood dripped steadily into one eye; he looked odd, one eye red and one white. He stumbled forward, his head falling onto her chest, the blood from his wound dying her jacket a darker red. He inhaled, a small smile on his face, wincing as he lifted up the hand that contained the kunai, dropping it, and touching her face. His hand fell, leaving a small trace of blood behind.
"TenTen."
His movement stopped and his eyes turned black. The next person to stumble upon them would be Rock Lee, but he would know what had happened the moment he saw recognized Neji's corpse. He would know, and he would be in shock, but he would understand. Love was just that way.
Regardless.