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Hi, there, readers of the world! After two weeks of trimming it over and over again, I bring you the next part of this fic. I deeply thank you to the persons who wrote a review and those who are currently following this story. You truly light me up with every word. PLEASE KEEP REVIEWING!

The Lemonometer has raised its mark this time, although there's still road ahead to reach a really hot temperature

Also, I leave you before a small glossary. I didn't' add all the Japanese terms, only the ones I thought some people would be less familiar with, even though I know most of you are already familiarized with these words

*Souban: a Japanese mafia (a.k.a Yakuza) boss

*Mata Ashita: see you tomorrow

*Bento: Japanese lunchbox

The Tutor- chapter II

Hinata spent all her weekend thinking about that situation at the library: during her bath time, visiting her family, doing her home chores, while walking through the park. The images of those moments took turns in her mind with the thoughts of her recently arrived classmate, although the event on Friday was far more intriguing

The following week, the blonde nightmare was no different from his cheeky overwhelming usual self. At Tuesday he pulled one of his famous scandals in front of the whole classroom, talking about how much they would look up to him when he became a great souban* and making promises to almost everyone there: he had a job reserved for Kiba Inuzuka to walk his future thug dogs, Chouji Akimichi would finally lose weight due to the stressing menace pending on him and Sakura Haruno would beg him to be her boyfriend.

Then Kakashi-sensei returned from the principal's office and the troubled boy was sent to detention. The class carried on. The shy girl pondered on those blue eyes challenging every person in his way; except for her… he didn't seem to notice her presence.

The school bell announced the time to go home. She packed her things silently and slowly walked her way to the door, feeling her body being pushed to the sides by her classmates in their rush to get out. Until there was no one in there but her…well, except for one last person

"Mata Ashita, Kakashi-sensei" she said to her teacher

"Mata Ashita, Hinata-chan" the scholastic said back, already submerged in the mysterious book lined in black paper that he always carried around. She exited the classroom

At Wednesday Hinata sighted Neji when she got out to the recession. He was nonchalantly walking through the school garden reading a book. She hid beneath one of the buildings before he could see her. Her pulse speeded up as she reminded that fierce glance upon her, like a hawk chasing a helpless hare

Her bento* returned intact to its place in her locker because she had got too nervous to taste a single bite

Back in the classroom, she commanded her mind to return from her memory to the present over and over again with little result. This was bad, she was even more distracted than before and the class was about to get into exams season. The bell marked the end of the class, and this time, it was her who made a way out pushing her classmates, hands and all

"Watch it, Hinata! Oh my God, not my hair! Sasuke-kuuun!" she heard Sakura Haruno nag behind her, but that didn't matter. Only getting to that office mattered

"Konichiwa… I need…a change of tutor" she panted the second she opened the door

"Is there a reason for that?" asked the same secretary that received her the first time.

"Uhh…I've got…a…umm…change of plans… family appointments, I can't possibly continue attending on Fridays at five"

"mmm… it isn't going to be easy, from last week to this one, the number of appliers has raised"

"Please, anyone -I mean!- any other schedule would be fine, there must be someone" the girl asked with pleading eyes. The secretary made use of the little compassion she had

"All right…let's see…" she ransacked her file at her computer "there's only one option left, Saturdays at two o'clock with…Shino Aburame"

He was the school's weird boy, an entomology lover, always covered in strange looking, crawling bugs. Hinata gulped

"That's … good enough. I'll take it"

"Are you sure?" the woman asked; no trace of interest, not even looking at her. Hinata stood staring at her without answering the question, until the secretary turned annoyed to her an instant before tapping the new agenda for her

"Wait! I think my… appointments are not on Fridays after all…my current schedule is fine" and the woman snorted and rolled her eyes, making evident her nuisance

"Is there anything else?" she asked narrowing her eyes, more like warning her there shouldn't be anything else

"No, sorry for wasting your time, excuse me" she ended and walked out as slowly as she hurriedly walked in. She stayed right outside the door for a whole long minute and more. Then she half turned to enter once more before definitely desisting and leave

Her maneuvering made nothing but boost her anxiety with every passing moment of Thursday and Friday. She had the chance to get out of a very awkward deal and had burned that card instead; now, whatever happened between her and her cousin was only her responsibility

At Friday after class, she had a light lunch taking all the time to swallow the morsels, it felt like they were resisting to get down her throat. She was done after an hour and a half leaving half an hour of waiting to meet Neji at the library. She left the dining hall and crossed the garden heading to the great building. Once there, she took exactly the same table she had picked last time amongst all the other also available tables and waited, trying to appease herself

A few moments after Hinata looked at the needles on her watch marked five o'clock, a slender figure crossed the glass door and reached her

"Konichiwa Hinata-san, are you ready?" he was more polite this time and his face looked less harsh

"Konichiwa Neji-sempai. Yes, of course" she looked at him a second and then pulled out her notebook. He took the seat next to her and they began to study the themes that would be presented on the exam. They checked Math this time; Hinata eyed him several times while he explained some formulas to her, she insistently peered him: his hair falling like a curtain next to his face, the sharp profile of his face, the gap on his training jacket that revealed the glowing naked skin of his chest that expanded every time he breathed; but more than anything, she was looking for that glance, it was not there

"This equation needs for you to consider…" he kept going without pausing when his hand next to Hinata landed on her leg; the poor girl almost reached the roof out of scare, but he didn't even stop talking. His hand was heavy and warm, and his touch was full of confidence, his fingers were touching her inner leg

"Neji-sempai, umm… your hand is on my leg" she said red as a cherry, looking to the opposite side

"Yes it is, maybe that way you will stop staring at me and put attention to what I'm saying" he replied with a scathing hint on his calmed voice, writing problems on her notebook with his other hand

"But, I can't concentrate with you touching me like…that" she protested trying to skulk her leg out of his grip

"You brought it upon yourself, now, focus and solve this problem here, or it will get worse" he said grabbing her harder

So she reluctantly tried to ignore the contact and bent over her notebook where large equations needed to be solved. The pencil shook in her hands as she tried her best to decipher the group of numbers and letters.

"Good, mind the coefficients, that's it" she heard him say with an upbeat voice

Oh, she was doing it. She relaxed her shoulders a little and kept going step by step

"There's a mistake here" he warned approaching to point out the error with his finger "don't forget the sign of the light terms" his breath caressed her cheek, his body was practically on top of her. Her sight returned to him. He slowly lifted his glance to her, there it was, still tiger-like, but far more gentle this time. They stood face to face, only a couple inches away from each other, and this distance seemed to be disappearing. Was she moving towards him? Or was it the other way around? She felt his hand trace her leg some millimeters and oddly enough, she wasn't frightened. What was he doing? He directed his sight to her lips

"Ouch!" she cried when he scratched her leg hard enough to leave soft marks but soft enough to not consider it injury

"Focus" he coldly demanded before violently turning back to the notebook "when the signs are opposite we have to…" he carried on.

There were more mistakes as she worked it through, he didn´t reach her again, though. He just kept saying "no" until she got it right. The touch under the table remained there the entire time. Hinata finished the exercises her tutor had written down after what it felt like an eternity; she took a deep breath and reclined all her weight on the back of the seat

"You did well, just don't stress so much" he said rising from his chair and getting behind Hinata, he moved the long midnight blue hair aside to give her a shoulder massage, which only tensed her more "Relax, I would never really treat you wrong". There it was again, his lovely warm touch, his movements finally undoing the tension and she let go. She closed her eyes feeling his fingers, the movement of his wrists. She clutched to the edges of the seat, her legs clenched and writhed; she hoped he would never ever end.

Sadly, he did "All right, we'll meet next week"

"Uhm…h-hai...ari-gatou" she whispered almost incoherently. He picked up his sports bag "N-Neji-sempai?"

"Yes?"

She realized she had nothing to say "Have a nice weekend"

"You too, sayounara, Hinata-san" she heard as he left.

She came back home. Hanabi was on the phone again. Her father was at his desk again. She went up the stairs, entered her room and locked the door again, as if someone could go in, take away her thoughts and read them.

Pressed against the door, she placed a hand on the same leg he had touched. She mimicked his touch, caressing and slightly squeezing the muscle. She pulled up her skirt to look for…yes…the scratch was there yet, barely visible, she gently touched the pink marks and continued her way up through her thigh. There was a dot between her legs that released waves of pleasure if she pressed it and thought hard about him…his face, his breath on her cheeks, the glimpse of skin on his chest. Him, so near she could've savored his lips if she pulled out her tongue… while she rubbed herself in circles, back and forth, her body invented different ways as the pleasure inside began to burn her sex and her hips moved and joined the game

"Neji…" she gasped

She stopped. What was she doing? She still liked Naruto, right?