September 20

7:37am

Shit shit shit. I've really screwed up. I have no idea what I was thinking. I never should have answered the door last night. Tenten is amazingly manipulative and easy to talk to. Aaand now its time for me to leave for work. I do hope I can avoid her today. Lee as well.

My life as I know it may be over. I might die from embarrassment. I just hope that work will distract my thoughts today.

Until next time...

12:14pm

I a m currently taking my lunch break and decided to write this out on my phone while I hide in the dark corner of the little coffee shop down the street from the office that gives out complementary cinnamon rolls with the purchase of a medium hot beverage. I rather like cinnamon rolls so I think I'll partake in that deal quite often.

Cinnamon rolls aside, I am currently being very vigilant as I must be ready to make a break for it at any moment. If anyone I know comes in then I must run. I have no idea how many people Tenten has spoken to since the incident last night. She could have told so many people by now...

With that being the case, I have resolved to avoid as many people as I can until tomorrow. Surely if Tenten doesn't tell anyone today then she won't tell anyone at all, right? I certainly hope so.

I don't think I've ever been so jumpy before in my life. Every time someone walks in the door I flinch slightly and I nearly knock over my coffee. I really must hurry so that I can get back to the safety of my office.

I've already seen two clients today and I am happy to report that neither of them were people I had ever met before. One of them was a man a little older than myself who has bipolar disorder and is trying to cope with a pending divorce. The other was a middle aged woman who is a principal at a local high school and has been for several years. She came to me to help relieve some of stress which has been seemingly increasing each year. Both were relatively nice to talk to and they said that my voice is soothing and nice to listen to. I think they'll be back.

Oh no... Jiraiya has just walked in. Now he's coming towards me. Does he know? Oh gosh. I don't have time to run. I've got to go. I'll update later.

12:32pm

Well it's almost time for my break to end but before I go back I must tell of the little encounter I just had.

I've been having rotten luck lately. Why do I say this? Let me elaborate.

I was sitting at my table, sipping my coffee and typing on my phone while occasionally looking around with shifty eyes. Then suddenly, I am approached by a large male, approximately 54 years of age with long white hair, who also seemed to be avoiding someone. He spotted me a few seconds after he walked in then immediately rushed over to me so he could sit down and STEAL MY CINNAMON ROLL! Well, that wasn't all he came for. He came to try and talk about the happenings of the previous day.

After sitting down, rudely grabbing up my cinnamon roll, and taking a huge bite, he finally spoke. "You got a minute, Neji?"

I stared at him incredulously while slowly putting my phone into my pocket. Hopefully he hadn't noticed me frantically wrapping up my last journal entry when he came over. "Well, obviously I do. I'm currently on my lunch break if you haven't noticed."

The fact that crumbs flew out of his mouth each time he said something annoyed me quite a bit. "Great! I wanted to finish what we started the other day. So basically I fucked up. Big time," he said in that weird serious tone he had the last time. I've been thinking about that whole fiasco since it happened and I'm a bit curious about what he did that was so bad. I had leaned forward a little and was ready to hear this.

"Yes. You mentioned something about it. What happened?" I asked.

He finished off the cinnamon roll and used a napkin to wipe the crumbs from his mouth. I swear he was purposely trying to build up suspense. I was focusing on him perhaps a little too intensely and was prepared for the big reveal. He finally placed his hands on the table and looked me square in the eyes then parted his lips to speak but...

"Oh hello, Jiraiya. How nice to see you here," said a silky smooth voice from behind Jiraiya who went pale and closed his lips before slowly turning around.

"O-Orochimaru?" Jiraiya stuttered while looking up at the man behind him who simply looked down at him with a little smirk that seems to stay on his face most of the time.

"What's the matter? You aren't happy to see me?" he said before chuckling and looking over at me. "Ah, Neji-kun. It is always a pleasure to see you. How are you settling in with your new position at Sarutobi-sensei's?"

"Quite well, Orochimaru-sama. I got off to a bit of a rough start but overall I cannot complain," I replied with a slight smile as I glanced at Jiraiya who had been trying to quietly slip away. Orochimaru gave my response a nod of approval before grabbing the back of Jiraiya's suit jacket.

"Ah ah ah, where do you think you're going? You know we have a meeting at S&S Inc. today so it's best that we show up together," Orochimaru admonished while tugging at Jiraiya's jacket.

"R-right. Of course. I was just getting a head start?" Jiraiya chuckled nervously.

"If you'll excuse us, Neji-kun. Enjoy the rest of your day," Orochimaru said politely before pulling Jiraiya away and out of the shop.

I watched them go and laughed quietly at the scene they made as they left before realizing that I still hadn't found out anything more about Jiraiya's situation. Damn it. I was so close. I will find out eventually so it's nothing to worry about too much. For now I must end this entry.

4:35pm

I am currently hiding under Asuma's desk and I'm right between his legs. This is so awkward. The almighty Dr. Neji Hyuga has been reduced to such a level that he has taken shelter between the legs of a male colleague. Oh, how far I have sunk.

Out of context I know this can sound pretty bad but I swear I have a good reason. That reason happens to be a young woman who wears her hair in two perfectly sculpted buns each day and also happens to be in possession of a secret that, if released to the general public, could be the end of my life as I know it.

She came looking for me. I was just about to leave the office but had stopped by Asuma's office on the first floor because I wanted to ask if he knew anything about what was going on with Jiraiya. I hadn't been in his office for 30 seconds before Kurenai, the receptionist who I think he has the hots for, had called his desk phone to inform him that Tenten had come to see him. Now here's where I lost my dignity.

"Spread your legs!" I shouted at him while running around to the back of his desk and getting down on my hands and knees.

The big oaf just sat there smirking down at me and said "Woah there, Neji. I did a little experimenting back at the University but-"

I couldn't believe he would have his mind in the gutter during a time of crisis but I guess my expectations for him were too high. I rolled my eyes and interrupted his idiocy by pushing his legs apart then crawling into the small space under his desk and told him to act natural.

Now I'm sitting here quietly pouring my rage into my beloved journal while he casually chats with Tenten about THE FUCKING WEATHER. It really takes a lot out of me to remain outwardly calm sometimes.

Anyway, Tenten has come looking for me. The reason being that she has texted me 6 times today and I haven't replied. I couldn't possibly answer her texts since I am avoiding her.

My breathing seems so loud. So does my heartbeat. What if she hears it and drags me out from under here? Her hearing is freakishly keen at times. I just wish she would leave.

Ah yes, good one, Asuma. He has just told her that he thinks I left about 15 minutes ago and that I had multiple clientele portfolios to organize tonight. She seems to be taking the bait... and... yes! She's gone. She believed him!

I owe Asuma my life. I have officially dubbed him The Bearded Wonder. His beard is quite magnificent and he has done this amazing thing for me.

Now, as much as I would love to keep spouting my thanks here, I think I should exit my little hideout and thank Asuma face to face. Hopefully I can make it home safely without anymore unwanted encounters.

9:07pm

I. HATE. EVERYTHING.

I HATE MY LIFE. I HATE THIS TOWN. I HATE THE PEOPLE IN IT. I HATE MY JOB. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE THE FUCKING WET PATCH ON THE CROTCH OF MY PANTS. I HATAPWGPO FMSEUHBFWS;SD JKSBDBDJF


A/N: Thank you to my lovely readers and those who reviewed Chapter 1. It was a huge honor to have gotten a review from the authoress whose fanfiction inspired this story. So to new readers, if you like what you've read so far, please leave a review! Also I know the title says that it's a therapist's "diary" but Neji has only referred to it as a journal. The diary thing will come into play soon.