I do not own Naruto.
Neji/Hinata, don't like don't read.
"No!"
"Please Neji-niisan,"
"No Hinata, a thousand times no."
"Please Niisan, I'll let you-"
"No, go away."
"B-But-"
"No."
"P-P-Please!"
"No, Hinata."
"Come o-on Neji-"
"Again, Hinata-sama," he started speaking as if to a very slow child and not one of the highest ranking in her class at the academy. "No."
"I'll do anything you want." that sentence had far too much extra meaning to him.
"No."
"Just a taste."
"No." he said shifting slightly, his mind going other places.
"I'll swallow it dow-"
"No," how could someone so innocent say something like-like that! Maybe it was just his twisted mind.
"No one would know" she leaned close to him, fluttering her thick eyelashes and pushing out her lower lip. "-it would be our little secret."
"No," he said thinking about dead puppies to clam himself.
"But I-" she pouted cutely at his hundredth no.
"Aw come on Neji" she whined fluttering her eyelashes at him, again, like she had seen Ino trick Genma-sensei with.
"No," he said firmly, acutely aware of his tightening jeans (a pair Ten-Ten got him saying he needed to dress like a teenager some times).
"Please Neji." she pleaded with no honorifics, arms around his neck tracing patterns on his chest.
"No," he whispered huskily, in great need of a cold shower, totally unaware of the missing box of pastries in his hand.
"Thanks Niisan!" she called running down the hallway to her room. He smirked, he would get her back later but for now he needed a long very cold shower. He had bought the cinnamon rolls for her anyway, even though the clan put her on an anti-sweet week, she was like a junkie eager for a quick fix him being a willing supplier.
The End!
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