Wait, wait, wait…what am I supposed to be seeing?
Neji fought the urge to just close his eyes and walk away. His Byakugan wasn't to be used for such reasons. But scandalous happenings were almost irresistible, even to the most emotionally hardened. No exceptions.
Neji glanced down at Akamaru for any indications as to what his master was up to: not that Neji was really expecting a complete answer from a canine…but at least he might get a sense of what was coming for him.
Akamaru had sensed Neji's gaze and had turned his head to look back at him. Neji couldn't confirm it but the small dog seemed to say just keep watching: it'll be worth it!
He scoffed aloud. Was he going insane? Akamaru was a dog. He was no better at telling Neji about missions than Naruto.
Neji averted his attention back at Kiba, who was now standing right in front of that…person. Neji never imagined that it would be him that was standing there. Naruto, maybe, Shino, not likely, Chouji, sickening, but yeah, Shikamaru, possible, but heck no given his apathetic nature, but…
"Sasuke Uchiha?" Neji whispered under his breath. Akamaru whimpered in response and wagged his tail, looking up at Neji again as if appeased by his identification of the boy. The Hyuuga wanted to slap himself. I. Am. Not. Conversing. With. A dog.
"Hey, Sasuke,"
Kiba waved a little at Sasuke, who, as always, stood cool and collected. Even though he wasn't leaning on anything, he looked comfortable the way he was: spine erect, arms folded and everything else immaculate.
Sasuke nodded a little. Although there was something nice about having Kiba around—he was always fun to be with, or to watch—there was a bad taste in his mouth. It was slightly metallic, like blood mixed with something. But it wasn't the taste that was bothering him: it was the reason why it was there.
A reason which his usual quick logic was struggling to place.
Kiba didn't take Sasuke's silence as a sign of abstinence: in a motion Neji could only call deft, he stepped over and—
Neji was revolted.
His first reaction was to turn around and walk away—slowly…without the Byakugan. But he couldn't tear his eyes away; it was just that…
What? Attractive? Did Neji Hyuuga really find two guys kissing something so entertaining and provocative he couldn't look away?
No…Neji chided himself. But this time, even he knew that he was in self denial. Denial is a powerful coping mechanism a voice inside him rebutted. But the truth always prevails.
Sasuke was surprised at Kiba's sudden…attack. It wasn't like Kiba was never one to initiate a good make out session—he was—but this time the vibes were just different.
And I sound like a psychotic retard, Sasuke thought as Kiba drew away to take a breath or whatever before he kissed him again. But seriously: what is it?
Neji put his hand up to his mouth. No, not to lick it or anything sick like that; he merely wanted to physically barricade his mouth so that nothing would come out of it. And because he was blushing insanely. And, like Hinata, his milky-pale skin gave away a blush like someone grabbing a microphone and announcing it.
"Fuck this," he said into his hand. Even though it was significantly muffled, Akamaru turned around and scolded his language with a short bark. He gave the small dog a glare and then turned to walk away, ready to nail the training exercises his uncle was going to set out for him.
"Okay, what was the fucking point of showing me that?!"
Neji gave Kiba a violent push against the wall, both palms on Kiba's shoulders. He searched for any sign of remorse on Kiba's features but, as usual, there was none. Kiba never really regretted what he did unless he'd caused major damage to the people he cared about. And Neji was not someone he really cared about.
"Relax, man," Kiba held up both his palms in defeat, and gave Neji a shrug that said it's no biggie.
No biggie my fucking—
"Don't tell me to relax," Neji said huffily. He'd stopped casting spiteful looks at Kiba when he realized he would gain much more if he acted like the kissing he'd witnessed only bothered him a little: if it looked like it didn't trouble him much maybe Kiba wouldn't try to do it again.
Right. He rendezvoused with Kiba out here in the dead of the night because he was only, you know, a teensy bit annoyed from the kissing he'd witnessed earlier.
"Look, all it was meant to tell you was that Sasuke's…," Kiba trailed off. And grinned knowingly at Neji. Neji wanted to rip out his teeth.
"Okay. I'll give you that. So now I know Sasuke's gay. Now let me reword my question a little: so what, now, is the fucking point of telling me that Sasuke is gay?"
"Hey! Don't say it that loudly!" Kiba glowered at Neji for a second before his face reverted into its normal display of irritating cheek. "We're kinda standing in a wide open area in the middle of the damn night,"
"Right. Sorry," Neji replied sarcastically. He looked to their left, which was the only entrance from the village to the field they were standing in. "Just tell me the point,"
"No point," Kiba said, smiling. "Other than to let you know. Cause you seem like the type to be interested,"
Neji twitched.
"Interested? What do you mean interested?"
"You know…if you want to…Sasuke's available…,"
"Well I'm not interested," Neji snapped, a little too quickly. Kiba noticed and laughed. He laid a hand on Neji's shoulder and leaned in. His usual confidence didn't diminish when he was inching in towards Neji's face. Neji couldn't help it. He was mesmerized: having never been to such an extent with someone made the moment feel more extraordinary than anything else.
He came to his senses within the last picoseconds.
Snapping out of Kiba's trance, Neji gave the other guy a light push, not nearly half as violent as the one he'd rewarded him with at the beginning of their meeting, as if indicating that he'd really like to but…
"Not ready, huh?" Kiba quipped as Neji walked away.
Neji ignored him.
Kiba shook his head and laughed to himself. That Neji was never going to give in to what he really wanted: he was way too proud for that. But Kiba knew. He'd tested the waters. He didn't really mean to actually kiss Neji anyway. He would've stopped and teased him about how he'd always known he wasn't straight as an arrow.
But that reaction was even more effective, Kiba thought, grinning so widely his cheeks were hurting. He'd nailed them both. Neji and Sasuke…a Hyuuga and an Uchiha. Powerful and dignified clans.
With successors that were…
…gay. I'm not gay. Neji grit his teeth as he pushed open the gate to his house. His stomach felt uneasy, his temples were pounding and his throat felt sand paper-dry. He was wondering what he was going to do tomorrow at school.