Miyaru's P.O.V.
Just who the hell does he think he is? Strutting around as if he owned the place? Just because he's slightly better at taijustu than me he thinks he is better than me all together! I worked my ass off to get to be as good at combat as I am and he thinks he can just waltz in with this 'My Clan is superior' shit? Well he has another thing coming if he thinks he can surpass me! I wont give up without a fight! Not ever! Especially not to this nun-fucking, jizz-gargling son-of-an-imbred bitch, sexy as shit-WAIT! WHAT THE FUCKROCKZ! why the hell was i just thinking that? I must be high off my ass to think that thundercunt is hot. . . . .and still...
Neji's P.O.V.
Just who the hell does she think she is? She has some nerve glaring at me like that! She has no idea who she is messing with! I regret playing into her games and accepting her challenge. Even if I was being an asshole toward her-I have the right to let her know who's top grass around here-and it certainly is not that Uchiha fag!
"Who do you think you are glaring at?",I snidely said to her, still watching her move about from the corner of my eyes, not trusting her not try and maim me.
"The world's biggest, wettest, and fluffiest pussy- alive.", she quickly retorted, her full lips curling with satisfaction, my jaw dropping at her filthy mouth.
I felt my anger flare and just wanted to slam her into something.
But I restraineed myself. I'd let my anger get the best of me once and look where its gotten me! On clean-up duty back at the Academy of all places! I merely made a threat to incinerate her where she stood and our sensei's had to show up and condemn us both to community service. Not that it was all that hard to do, or even went on our records, but the fact that she was able to even phase me-put bluntly-pissed me the fucjk off!
I was still sething and still trying to figure out some kind of method for evasive decapitation, that is until her melodic voice broke me from my thoughts.
"Hey! You with the ponytail! Listen to me for a sec' if you would be so kind!", she exclaimed, obviously miffed with my ignoring her. It was surprisingly fun fucking with her.
'Oh my gosh! Did I just curse? Well what ever, its not like anyone could hear me. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK!'
"Neji!", she yelled again, smacking the box in my arms so hard it hit the floor, surprising us both.
"What the hell, woman!", I roared, my anger from before dashng past my normal poker face. She seemed just as pissed, and then, apologetic, though she didnt say a word. She just stared at me wide-eyed, speechless.
"I'm going to go clean in the gym.", Miyaru finally said, carefully padding out of the classroom we were currently in.
And then I was speechless.
This was so unlike the Miyaru I knew. She always had some smart-assed comback, some kind of retort for every insult I slung at her. Except for now, not this time. For ince, she had absolutely nothing to say.
And she walked away from me; I didnt like that one bit.
I then realized that I thrived off of our many fights and debates, even sometimes getting physically violent-even bloody. I can remember the day I had actually gotten her to forefeight a fight. That day i could never forget.
x - x
"I'm sick of your shit, Hyuuga! Come at me! Right here, right now!", she hollered, drawing her senbon in perfect unison with my kunai.
I assumed my fighting stance and figured this would be a quick fight, not even remotely prepared for the several handsigns she'd flawlessly carried out, followed by a barrage of senbon from every direction, that I was able to dodge-just barely.
'She's gotten better., I realized, blocking a skyward kick that barely missed my jaw and forcing her backward with both palms.
Another blurr of hand signs and I felt my ankles begin to sink into the suddenly sandy Earth below;before I could even blink she was infront of me again, her punches almost invisible as they hammered away at my body, successfully catching me off guard.
"Byakugan!", I exclaimed, regaining my composure and beggining to dodge the blows as efficiently and perfect as always. Then, in the process of bringing up her leg to kick me, I grabbedher ankle and brought my kunai down upon her, not even thinking about it until I saw the crimson guilt upon my knife. She let out a half moan-half scream at the impact of the sharp object on her flesh.
My ankle's were suddenly released from her jutsu and she jumped back from me immediately, clutching her side.
'Oh God, I hope I didnt hit her kidney.', I sympathized, a slight panick welling up within me.
Before I could even give a word of justification, she dissapeared, leaving my bloody kunai knife as the only witness to my horrid deed.
"Miyaru..."
'Im...sorry..."
x-x
I shuddered at the memory, still regretting it but equally riled up from our present situation. Why I was so hostile, I couldnt figure out. It wasnt the fact that she had just smacked a box out of my hands wasn't what had set me off. Maybe it was the fact that she just backed off without fighting me or cursing me to the bloodiest circle of Hell. Maybe it was that I wanted her to fight me, punch me, slice me, crack my skull, ride me like a stallio-WHAT THE BLOODY FUCK!
'Where had that come from?', I screamed at my inner self, feeling both shame and pride in the fact that my hormones had noticed that, yes, she was a female.
Its not like I never noticed, I mean, I had to, with the way she looked. I reminisced of herbeautiful hourglass figure, large breasts and vulutuous curves, tight, toned ass, perfect for cushioning every thrust. Long, shapely legs and hips, auburn skin, seemingly paler than her black hair;the sun turning it an alarmingly beautiful shade of red. Her heart shaped face and button nose fitted perfectly into her face, her chocolate brown eyes sparkling with laughter and life's promises.
Suddenly, I realized something.
I didnt know her, not the real her, not the selfless, good-hearted, pure soul everyone would say she was. I knew her through them, what(and whom)she liked and disliked, but not who she was inside-not as a kunoichi, but as a woman.
A part of me I'd thought well supressed rose up within me and inflamed me. The anger in me became even greater, with flecks of arousal that did not go unnoticed.
'I see now. . .I finally understand...us'
I my way toward the gymnasium, clearly out of my mind and clearly a sixteen-year-old with hormones that just wouldnt shut up for another sixteen years.
Miyaru's P.O.V.
As soon as the words had left his mouth I felt an emotion well up inside me that I hadnt felt in a long time: Fear.
"I'm going to go clean in the gym.", I managed to get out after a long, tensious silence.
Hurrying quickly and quietly enoguh so that he wouldnt sense my unease, I made it out of there and ran to the gymnasium before he said anything else. As soon as I made it to the linolleum clad room, slipping into the supply closet, I massacred one of the hidden bean bag chairs and then clutched my fists together in pure, unadulturated fury.
'How dare him! How fucking dare him!', I screamed into my brain.
How could I actually let myself feel fear from that-that-PUSSY! I wasnt afraid of him and I sure as hell didnt think the bastard was hot! I did'nt even understand how I had gotten back on that subject but it still rang clear in my brain. At that moment I wanted nothing more than to punch him dead in his fucking eye!
In those violent thoughts, I caught myself cradling my right hip bone in my right hand, as I frequently did when I thought about him. I ground my teeth in the memory of the day he'd branded me with the damned scar. Since that day, I swore that I wouldnt loose to him again-and I had'nt yet, nor did I plan on doing so at any point of the near future. I didn't know what it was about him, but something inside me kept telling me to push him, to keep on his heels, always urging me to surpass him. And as much as I would have loved to do so, and as much as I hated to admit this to myself, it was me that held me back, and no one else.
But why was I doing this? Why was I deliberately cowering away from the idea of accomplishing one of my life-long goals? Why couldn't I just surpass his sorry ass and move o with my life?
'Maybe its because you want his sorry ass to be apart of it…'
What the hell? Where did that kind of thought come from? I don't want him, nor do I need him! He is just a haughty waste of space…I don't need him…I don't…
'You're still a terrible liar.'
Fuck you
Third Person's P.O.V.
The young Hyuuga walked swiftly, his purpose for pursuing her still ambiguous to him. Passing corridors, passing through the hefty double doors, he entered the Gymnasium, the old doors creaking eerily closed behind him. As he walked further into the cavernous room, he decided to activate his Byakugan, wanting to be sure that they would not be caught slacking off. He scanned the entire Academy quickly and then settled his heavily veined eyes upon the form beyond a small door, just up ahead.
Deciding to be a bit more discreet, he hid his chakra signature and silently approached the door, never taking his eyes from her. Miyaru still had not realized that he was watching her, still unaware because of her conflicting thoughts and suddenly confusing emotions. It was as if she did not even know herself, and he was just as confused about it as she was, still aggressive but tame at the moment.
Before he could help himself, he had slipped into the room and snaked an arm around her tiny waist, pulling her back against his own body, his right arm encircling her form again in a gentle but firm embrace. She tensed up at this, even more so when his head settled into the crook of her neck.
'W-what…what in the…oh my God...!', Miyaru wondered, her psyche seeming to rattle with every passing second.
'What am I doing? Why am I holding her? This isn't…oh my God…!', Neji gave up fighting his own mind, for once letting his instinct guide him.
As his face came into contact with her skin, he sighed heavily, somehow amazed that her skin was so soft and smooth; he inhaled deeply, somehow already in love with the sweet, musky smell she gave off that reminded him of a cross breed of vanilla and nutmeg. Her obsidian hair lightly tickled his left cheek and nose, the scent of it nearly the same as her skin-the difference approximately undetectable. The discrepancy was but a tinge of the soft hue of baby's breath.
The only thing he enjoyed more about this moment was the deliciouswarmth that she emanated, along with the very erotic feel of her curves as she softly squirmed in his arms, the intimacy unhindered by her oversized, thin, white, cotton t-shirt that hung generously off of her right shoulder and upper back. And then, just for the hell of it, he gave her a taut squeeze, earning a yelp of response from her.
"Neji…!", she gasped, eyes wide and feeling all too vulnerable. She knew this would only make things even tougher, she couldn't help but focus on the feeling of his body molded to hers. She could feel every muscle, every bit of definition along his lengthy torso, even the feel of his jean-clad knees along the back of her bare ones seemed too intimate, too real. The sensation of his flawless face, freshly shaven and stubble free against her shoulder and neck made her shiver: long, brunette locks sprang free of Neji's ponytail, tickling along her spine and then gently caressing it as they settled. She could not suppress the shudder that shot down her spine; Miyaru began to blush a bit, to her dismay, squirming a bit in this sudden grip.
She could feel his hot breath cascade over her caramel shoulder, could feel-and hear-every hitch in his breath as he absorbed her scent, his nose tracing her bare skin. It wasn't as if she didn't have feelings for him, it was just that she couldn't except it, couldn't let herself be defeated yet again. She looked away from the pale ninja in her peripheral vision to the shredded remains of the bean bag chair that she had destroyed. His powerful arms around made her feel safe and gave comfort, making her doubt herself all the more.
'Why do I keep letting him get to me?', she wondered, finally realizing that there was something between the two Leaf Nin.
Just then, she felt something that made her toes curl in her black ninja sandals, something that made her hair stand on end and made her back arch with a sudden, breathy, sharp moan.
The Hyuuga protégé placed his soft, thin lips against the sensitive base of her neck, just testing the softness, just enjoying her perfume, caught off guard at her abrupt reaction to the innocent gesture. Just as suddenly as it happened, she relaxed, her back going slack against his body as she let out a heavy sigh. Neji's eyes widened at this new side of her, this vulnerable side that he had never seen. He removed his lips from her, taking note of the twitch of her flesh as he did so. He craned his neck to try and take a gander at her expression. Her hair shrouded her face, only a reddened nose and tense jaw were available to his prying lilac eyes.
"Miyaru…?", he questioned, wanting to see her expression as she turned to look at him, only she did not.
He wondered if she had even heard him. He grasped her hips lightly, more instinctual than deliberate, not at all prepared for the shrill cry she emitted, nor the impact of her backside against his groin. She tightly grasped his wrists at where they lay upon her, her body slumping with both shame and pleasure.
"Neji move your hands!", she commanded, trying to pry them from her hips, only to voice another wanton sound as his fingers twitched absentmindedly.
"Miyaru…is this…do you like this?", Neji questioned, his cheeks getting a light tinge of remained as silent as the dead, not trusting of her own voice at this moment. She began to squirm against him again, but seemingly fearful of his hands.
She managed to pry his right hand away and quickly side stepped from him and staring, eyes wide and arms crossed over herself in a protective manner, her blush clear and out in the open for his eyes to see. The Hyuuga finally caught on to her, her silence and strange behavior his awnser.
"W-we had better get back to work. We shouldn't be slacking off like this…", she trailed off, as Neji pushed himself off from the wall, eyes narrowing in a knowing way. He then began to smirk, a first for a guy like him.
He stalked towards her.
"Why are you smiling like that? Don't even get any ideas, Hyuuga. You don't have a clue who you are messing with!", she managed to say, powerless to look into his eyes, let alone effectively threaten him.
He closed the distance between them, invading her space, intimidating the words from her very lips. And on those full, delectable lips, he laid a gentle, nearly teasing kiss, resting both of his forearms above her head and pinning her body with his against the wall she had not noticed was there. With a light smirk upon his lips once again, he pulled back, only to brush her lips with his own again instantaneously.
Her eyes were saucers in their sockets as the realization of what he had done dawned on her, her blush reaching its height upon her face, her lips slightly agape in disbelief. They both let out a sudden breath and he took the chance of her immobility to capture her lips again with his own, feeling triumphant when she sighed and finally relaxed against him. Their lips moved together expertly, Neji unbelieving at how good she was when he was positive it was her first kiss. He moved and his left arm down to encircle her tiny waist and pulled her toward him. Slowly, delicately, Miyaru's petite hands came up to his chest and gently grasped Neji's off white, flannel shirt.
Loving her reaction, he pressed his muscular form against the kunoichi's voluptuous one, gradually pulling away from her warm lips to run his scorching tongue over her lower lip. She gasped softly, dancing butterflies in her stomach turning to angry locusts as he nibbled and sucked lightly on it. To both of their surprise, she harshly pulled away and forced her way into his mouth, devouring its manly flavor. His eyebrows rose a bit but he quickly regained his dominance and marveled at the way their tongues danced together and teased the other in just the right way. He brought his left arm down to her waist once mor as his right hand slowly made it's way up the curve of her back, the nape of her neck, to the frail hairs at the base of her head and gently pulled at them, making her groan into his hungry mouth.
Without warning, he ripped his lips from hers and plastered them to the left side of her neck, greeting her skin with open-mouthed kisses. She now gripped his shirt with an intensity that it may rip if he were to even move. She absentmindedly pressed her hips into his, causing his to grunt against her and drag his teeth over the now red flesh. She shudder in his grasp, her head lolling to the side togrant him more access. He kissed, licked, and bit his way over the red collumn that was her neck and slowly made his was to her shoulder, being a little gentler with her collar bone. She stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him lightly once more before pulling away, delighted in the frustrated buck of his hips against hers, even giddy at the eobvious erection against her supple stomach.
Their thoughts of stopping had completely ceased by this point as they drank eachother in desperately, each eager and building up to something more. Grabbing a fistful of his hair, she pulled him down to where she could kiss him a bit easier without having to nearly jump. His hands came down sneakily, making her giggle as they firmly cupped her ass. She daringly brought her right leg up and hooked it aroung his lithe waist, he skirt hitching up a bit, earning a groan from deep within his chest. He pressed his chest against her large breasts and silently delighted in the feeling of her body against his; he promptly lifted her and wrapped her long, shapely legs around his waist.
She instinctively began to rock her hips and grind against him, the warmth and intimacy unimaginable before then. He groaned and picked up the pace, makingn her back impact with the wall. She threw her head back and sighed deeply, painstakingly pulling his hair and arching her back to meet him. He sqeezed her ass hard and bit her neck again-harder. He pulled back and inspected the mark,never once stopping his hip movements.
And then her phone vibrated, causing them both to groan loudly, making an echo that scared them both out of their lustful motions.
Miyaru checked her phone, cursing at the damned message that stopped this wonderful feeling. Still gripping her firmly, he rained kisses over her face, chest, neck, and finally lips before she put her hand on his chest to stop him.
"What is it?", he said, a bit too aggressively. He didnt know what was so much more important than finishing what they had started.
"Time's up.", she said, her lip poking out in an adorable pout. He slowly, reluctantly, let her down, placing her soundly onto the floor.
They stared into each other's eyes for a moment, taking in the other's expression; her light flush, pulverised and bruised neck, and puffy looking lips;his red, bruised lips and wild hair, his ponytail long ago unbound.
And then they laughed.
"Well, I'd better get going. I have to get some missions done-need some extra cash.", she explained, easing her way around him and smoothing out her clothes and hair, doing the same to him. He smiled at her maternal behavior and pecked her longingly on the lips, breaking away before he wouldnt be able to.
"I have to prepare the guest room for an incoming client. She's supposed to be assisting Hinata on her fighting techniques.",he replied, gathering her in his arms, reveling in the warmth.
"Client, you say?", she inquired, quirking a curious eyebrow, him catching on to her thoughts.
"What mission do you have?", Neji asked.
"C-Rank number 223471. . .could it be that. . .", she trailed off, the surprise in his trademark lilac eyes a 'yes'.
"Oh...well...I guess I'll see you tonight, then...", she purred seductively, not even granting him another kiss before she dissapeared from his arms, swaying her shapely hips as she padded away.
He watched her go, looked down at his 'problem', and smiled wickedley.
He had a plan indeed.