Chapter 1

A/N: This fanfiction is inspired by Ada Kensington's "A Day in the Life" which is an absolutely amazing fanfiction that blew my mind multiple times over the course of reading it (the best one I've read honestly). Neji is a therapist in her story and I thought it would be cool to maybe do something that explored what Neji has to deal with in his line of work.

September 19
8:38pm

Right, so I think I'll give this whole digital journal thing a try. Asuma recommended this idea to me since, as a therapist, I must abide by the patient confidentiality agreement and he said that it can get stressful keeping all of these thoughts to myself so jotting them down will help.

So, today was my first day as a certified therapist and...

Madness. Utter madness is the only possible way to describe my first day on the job.

Definitely was not expecting things to go the way they did.

Why did I think it would be a good idea to put my newly obtained Ph. D. to use in my hometown? I know too many people here but I have already signed a two year, legally binding contract which basically states that I am stuck at Sarutobi & Sarutobi Inc. They pay quite handsomely though so I suppose I shouldn't exactly say that I'm stuck.

Speaking of the Sarutobi's, I rather enjoyed working with Asuma-sensei today. He is a psychologist so I will typically be referring my clients to him if I see that they need a more thorough analysis and possibly a diagnosis of some sort. He was actually a part-time instructor at Konoha University back when I was doing undergraduate studies and we had many existential related conversations that would sometimes heighten to heated debates. He is the one who helped me get my current job because he talked to his father, the Hiruzen Sarutobi. I do think that I am quite talented in my line of work but he put in a good word for me to pretty much guarantee that I got the job. But this is beside the point.

My first day was definitely not what I was expecting.

I had two clients today.

Two.

I knew both of them. I'm not best buddies with them or anything but I know them nonetheless.

Even though I knew them I still had to pretend like I was simply Dr. Neji Hyuga, your friendly neighbor therapist and not Neji Hyuga, the stuck up snob who seemingly hated everyone for most of our time at the academy and through high school but made a turnaround and became quite a reliable friend to many of my peers. I really was quite a jerk back then but all is well now. I have changed for the better.

Anyway, back to the central issue here. I'll go over my entire day from start to finish.

I got up at 6:00am and went through my morning routine. I was extremely excited for my first day since I had been hired a week earlier. After making sure that I had brushed my hair down to perfection and that my sharply tailored new suit was adjusted to perfection, I looked at myself in the mirror, straightened my tie and stepped out of the door with a little smirk on my face as I waved to my neighbor who also happens to be my senile old grandfather. I had to be at the office at 8:30 so I left early enough to beat the traffic jam near the center of town.

I walked in and everyone greeted me quite pleasantly. I then took the elevator up to the 14th floor to my new office which had "Dr. N. Hyuga, Ph.D." on the door. My, how good it felt to see my title displayed in such a way for the first time. I almost clapped for myself but refrained from it since there were cameras in the hallway and I didn't want to be mistaken for a mental patient on my first day.

I entered the room and the first thing my eyes fell upon was my gorgeous, elegantly carved, teak wood desk that I had specially designed and imported from Burma. I also had a large sofa brought in for my clients to rest on while they talk endlessly about whatever issues have brought them to me. Positioned adjacent to the sofa is a nice, comfortable chair for me to sit in while I make my wise observations.

I sat down at my desk for the very first time and looked through my schedule for today. I was both happy and disappointed at the fact that I would only have two clients today. I was happy because it meant I probably wouldn't have much to do today. The disappointment stemmed from a wish to exercise my skills as much as possible today and I felt that seeing two people wouldn't allow me to do that.

I sighed as I looked over the schedule once more then I noticed a small stack of envelopes sitting on my desk under where my schedule had been. Surprisingly they were all notes and cards from my colleagues warmly welcoming me to S & S Inc. I started reading through them and my eyes watered a bit at how nice people were being to me but I quickly had to check myself. Hyuga's do not cry. Crying is for the weak.

But yeah, I read through them and was enjoying the sense of humor that Kenji from the 3rd floor had so wonderfully displayed (he sent a note that simply read "Does this note exist? Please explain your answer in detail." It's a joke that references both chemistry and philosophy since those are my majors but that's neither here nor there.), when suddenly there came a rather loud knock at my door. I placed the notes on my desk and cleared my throat before speaking loudly enough for the person on the other side of the door to hear me.

"Come in."

In walked my first client and I swear I felt my eyes bulge for a moment. It was Jiraiya.

This man is literally one of the most stubborn people I've ever met and typically will not accept any type of help. For him to walk into my office... well... it was a shock.

I stood and walked out from behind my desk then extended my hand to him. "Good morning, Jiraiya-sama. Welcome."

He shook my hand with that powerful grip of his and patted my head as if I were a small child while grinning and praising me. "Well hello, Neji! You certainly are doing well for yourself working here at Sarutobi-sensei's place. Looks like you'll be the one helping me out this morning."

"Yes, you are correct. You may have a seat over on the sofa and we'll begin our session for today."

He nodded before strolling over and stretching out on the sofa while I smoothed down my hair from where he had most likely caused some of it to stick up and grabbed my notepad along with a fountain pen before taking my seat in the chair nearest to him.

"Now, Jiraiya-sama. Tell me what's on your mind today."

"Look, kid. Just call me Jiraiya. You've known me for a while."

I sighed but then smiled politely. "We must keep a sense of formality. I shall address you accordingly while we are here."

"Right, right. Whatever. Anyway, I've kinda been going through a crisis of sorts for a while now. It's uh... well it's kind of hard to talk about."

"Just take your time. Our session is for three hours."

He ran his fingers through his hair and I could physically see how hard it was for him to talk about whatever the issue was and he stayed silent for a while but then finally he looked at me with a strange look in his eye. "I... am a whore."

"Come again?" I stared at him for a moment, believing I had misheard him.

"A whore. I am a whore and it has finally caught up with me. I'm such an idiot. I've been doing this for too long and now the chickens have come home to roost. Not only have they come home but they've shit on my head in the process. God damn it all, I am in so much trouble, Neji."

"I don't understand. Could you elaborate on um... everything?"

At this point he stood up and started pacing near the couch and next to the window that gives an arguably decent view of the city of Konoha. I needed to get him to make sense before he got upset so I spoke again. "Just start from the beginning. Why would you call yourself a whore?"

"THAT'S WHAT I AM, NEJI! I HAVE BEDDED SO MANY PEOPLE DURING MY LIFETIME BUT I WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BE THAT WAY! NOW HE'S GOING TO BE SO UPSET WITH ME!" he shouted while throwing his hands up hopelessly.
I jumped slightly at his sudden outburst and starting writing down a couple of things on my notepad. "Now who is the "he" you're referring to? You're not being very clear. I can't help you if I can't understand the issue."

"I can't tell you who he is! Ugh! Why did I even come here? I am so stupid!" he said through gritted teeth while pulling at his hair.

"It's not stupid to want to help," I said reassuringly.

"But I don't know if you'll be able to help me! You're just some young punk!"

Thoroughly offended, I straightened my tie and spoke matter-of-factly. "Excuse me, but I am not a punk. I am highly qualified to help people in my own way. Sit down, calm down, and speak to me in a civilized way."

He rolled his eyes before sitting down then after a few minutes of sitting there with his eyes closed he finally seemed more calm and he looked over me. "Have you ever made a promise to someone?"

"Yes. I have promised to keep all details of matters discussed during therapy sessions a secret and I have also-"

"Not that kind of promise! Like a promise to someone you really care about. Friends or family. Someone like that," he interrupted.

"Oh, I see. Well I suppose I have made a couple of them in my lifetime," I said nonchalantly and shrugged. "Why?"

"Have you ever broken one of them? Have you ever broken a promise to someone while knowing that it would crush them?" He stared into my eyes with this oddly serious expression that I had rarely seen on him and it honestly creeped me out a little.

"No I don't think I have."

"That's what I did," he spoke quietly. "I broke my promise."

"I don't understand what that has to do with the things you were saying earlier."

"I broke my promise because I am a whore."

I had to hold back a fit of laughter at how serious he was when he said that. "We aren't getting anywhere with this..."

I was just about to throw in the towel. I had already deemed myself as a failure since I couldn't seem to be able to coax a full explanation out of Jiraiya. I had barely made any notes and his rambling had given me no insight to the central problem that he had come to discuss. I was just about to stand up and start going to look for another therapist to refer him to who was more experienced when suddenly my door was opened with more force than needed and in stormed an angry looking Tsunade, who also happens to be one of Jiraiya's best friends and long time business partner. "JIRAIYA YOU LYING SON OF A BITCH! HOW COULD YOU?!"

I was a bit frightened of the woman honestly. She's quite terrifying when she's angry and I didn't even need to question how she got in before I started slowly moving towards her while making small conciliatory gestures so she wouldn't lunge at me for any sudden movements while Jiraiya stayed back in the corner. "Now, now, Tsunade-sama. I'm going to have to ask you to leave. We're having a session right now and-"

"I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU'RE DOING! JIRAIYA HAS MORE IMPORTANT THINGS TO DEAL WITH SO COME ON, JIRAIYA!"

"Tsunade-sama, please. You may have him once we're done here," I coaxed in the calmest tone I could muster.

It didn't work. I had to quickly jump out of the way as she charged right at me then ran past me to Jiraiya, who she grabbed by the hair, and dragged him out of my office while he weakly tried to get out of her grasp but to no avail. I stood there in the middle of my office, gaping like an idiot and wondering if that had really just happened. I took a moment to collect my thoughts before calmly walking back over my desk and sitting down to record the proceedings of Jiraiya's session. He had only been here for about a half an hour but the money paid for sessions is non-refundable so I got the full payment and I can't say I'm not satisfied about that aspect of things. At least I will get paid for being screamed at on my first day.

After making my report I started back reading through my notes and then took some time to get acquainted with a few of the other people on the 14th floor. Apparently this particular floor is called Hamlet's Haven. The namesake comes from the famed Shakespearean soliloquy that consists of Hamlet questioning whether or not he should continue living on and face whatever comes to him or if he should end his life thus saving himself from future pain and troubles. Our entire floor contains people who have studied philosophy and existential theories to some extent and the fact that Hamlet is taking the time to think of all this makes him a bit of an existentialist I suppose. It seems like a complicated reason to name an entire floor something like that but it's not my place to judge whoever made that connection.

One of the people I met today was actually Sarutobi-sama's grandson, Konohamaru. Now this kid used to be such a little shit. Always playing pranks on people and getting on everyone's nerves. Well now he's working here as an intern. Good for him.

A little while later I was hanging out in one of the lounges with Konohamaru and listening to his plans for the future. I glanced at my phone and saw that it was nearly time for my next appointment. I excused myself then walked back to my office while hoping that this appointment would go better than the first one. Having drama like that on the first day does nothing to boost my ego.

At 10:00 sharp there came a quiet knock at my door. I personally went to open it myself this time and was greeted with the sight of Sakura.

"Hello, Sakura-san. Come on in."

She nodded to me politely then walked in and over to the couch to sit down. I could sense her slight discomfort and I kept a small smile on my face then I sat down in my chair next to the couch. "So, what brings you here today?"

While I was in the process of getting my notes for her started, I didn't notice that she seemed to be adjusting her clothes. Well adjusting isn't exactly the correct word. When I did look up, Sakura had unbuttoned her blouse and was looking at me determinedly while exposing her breasts. I nearly dropped my clipboard and tried to focus on her face.

"Well Neji, what do you think? Are they disappointing or what?"

"W-well uh... I-i've always thought they were quite nice. I-i mean I hadn't looked at them before or anything," I said while fumbling with my pen like an idiot and clearing my throat occasionally because that helps right? No, it doesn't. It just made me seem even more embarrassed.

"Don't lie to me, Neji. You can tell me the truth. They're so small. Ino's have been bigger than mine since we hit puberty. That's why everyone likes her better than me." Now while she said all of this she was pushing her breasts together and lifting one then the other while making faces of disappointment and despair. Why was I looking? It's a part of my job to observe my clients. Duh. I totally wasn't checking out her tits.

I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose then tried to word my next statements as carefully as possible so I didn't upset her. "I am not lying. You are a beautiful young woman and just between the two of us, your chest is a very nice size. You are not flat as I have heard you say in the past. You are well developed and whoever has the pleasure of being with you will definitely be more than satisfied with the size of your breasts."

A few minutes of silence passed where I sat there under her scrutinizing gaze and I felt myself begin to get nervous. What the hell is wrong with me?

"Hm... interesting," she began as she slowly buttoned her blouse. "So you like my boobs huh?"

Caught completely off guard, I had no time to properly gather my thoughts and the first emotion that my brain chose was outrage. "I do not! That is quite an inappropriate thing to say!"

Sakura smirked at me. She actually smirked. "Why are you getting so upset, Neji? It's ok if you do." She then stood up from her chair and starting advancing towards me while eyeing me up like a predator approaching its prey.

I began to fidget uncomfortably and couldn't seem to make eye contact with her for more than a few seconds. "What are you doing? I think you're getting a bit too close. Sakura... Sakura please. HEY!"

She sat on my lap and starting grinding against my nether regions. SHE SAT ON MY LAP. AND STARTED GRINDING ON ME. THAT IS NOT WHAT I GET PAID FOR.

"How long have you liked me, Neji?" she whispered while caressing my cheek with her thumb as I tried to push her off without hurting her.

"Sakura-san, please get off of me. This is highly inappropriate. You have taken my words the wrong way and I do apologize if you took them to mean that I wanted to be with you intimately."

She suddenly stopped moving then moved off of my lap and sat back down on the couch. "So you were just saying those things to try and make me feel better. What kind of a therapist are you? Lying to people like that..."

"I was not lying. I promise you," I said firmly while straightening my clothes. "I was being truthful. Your issue is with the size of your breasts and I wanted to express to you that not everyone thinks that they are as small as you do. Now let's move on from this. My opinion really isn't anything to get worked up over."

"I want implants. Big ones."

I stared at her in disbelief. "So that's why you have come here."

"Yes. I didn't want to tell anyone but I just couldn't keep it to myself. I also want to get myself mentally prepared for the surgery."

"Sakura..." I said in shock and dropped all formality. "Please don't do this. Modifying a body that is already so lovely is... well it's unnecessary."

"Don't tell me what not to do with my body. I have the money to do it. I have a reason to do it. I am going to do it. If you can't provide guidance for me then I don't think I'll be coming back," she said with finality.

Realizing that arguing was pointless, I made my expression blank and made sure that I spoke in a neutral tone. "I understand. Now have you consulted a surgeon about this? Have you had an appointment to discuss the suggested size for your implants?"

My cooperation seemed to brighten her spirits and she relaxed on the couch while she talked to me. "Kind of. I talked to Tsunade-sama. She reacted similarly to you but then she started telling me things about the procedure and stuff like that. She's done a little cosmetic surgery so she said that she would perform my surgery when I start the official process. She's the one who recommended that I come to see you."

"Well that was wise of her. It's usually a very good idea consult some sort of professional before you do something like major body modifications.," I said while writing down a few things and then glancing at the clock on the wall above the couch. "This will conclude our session for today but I am glad that we were able to get a start. When would you like to come back?"

She thought for a moment. "Next week. Same time. Is that okay?"

I nodded and marked the appointment time on my clipboard before we both stood up. "That's perfectly okay."

I led her to the door and told her that I would see her next week and retreated to my desk yet again. That was it. That brought my first day to a close. I left the office at noon and treated myself to a nice big lunch. I was eventually spotted by Lee and Tenten and as my best friends they felt it was necessary to take me out for a little celebration. They tried to get me to drink but I refused just like I did every other time they asked in the past. After that I came home and here I am. It wasn't a particularly good day but it wasn't bad either. I have more patients tomorrow. Hopefully I won't know all of them.

Asuma was right about this whole journal thing. I should've done it years ago.

Oh my, someone's knocking. I have to go. I suppose I'll write again tomorrow.


A/N: Well that's chapter 1. Chapter 2 will come soon hopefully. Suggestions for what anyone would like to see Neji go through during a session are welcome. Just leave it in a review or PM me.