Author's note: Wellnow. I know what you're saying. "Is she seriously going to keep writing this madness?" Well, here's your answer: DAMN FUCKING RIGHT, BITCHES. Soyeah, I'm sorry I take so long between updates, but we just had state testing, and I can't exactly write this story in computer class, now can I? But, as far as the story goes, be prepared for some maaajor plot twists in the future. Like, I'm fuh serrrrius. You can't predict none o' this shit. This chapter has been inspired by my recent start of the Naruto Shippuuden series (new characters, omg!), ricola cough drops, and stupid fights with friends.
Warning: As Mr. T would say, "I pity the fool who continues to read this if they don't like yaoification/drugs/casey's sadism."
Disclaimer: So, it's true. Masashi Kishimoto beat me to the chase and invented Naruto first, so I have no right to it. This is merely a work of crazy, overly-yaoi'ed fandom, and I make no profit from it.
Randomness: "Dogs Can Grow Beards Allover" by The Devil Wears Prada (saw them March 6! Booyah!)
WFUITC: Erm…presence?
OHSNAPOHDANGOHSNAPOHDANG! "Do they seriously still let this girl have access to a keyboard? Jesus, this is not going to turn out well at all…"
So, without further ado…
Intoxicating- Chapter 7
"Ow!" Neji hissed as Kabuto poured peroxide over the bleeding, skinless section of his knee.
"Hey, I'm not the one who tripped over the fucking curb and fell on my ass, so shut the fuck up unless you want this to get infected," Kabuto replied frustratedly. He was getting annoyed at all Neji's squirming over just a stupid scrape.
"Kabuto," Neji started in a mock serious tone. "I am hurt and astonished that you would say such a thing when you know that you are truly paining me. I hope you know that today you have not only physically, but mentally harmed me as well."
Kabuto laughed. "You're so fucking stupid, you know that?"
Neji, using his normal voice again, replied, "Hey, a kid's gotta get a little acting in somewhere,"
"I sure hope you don't aspire to become an actor in the future, then," Kabuto said as he rolled his eyes.
Neji fisted Kabuto's hair, making their eyes peer into each other. "What are you tryin' to say?" He said in a defensive tone. "I can't act?"
"That's exactly what I'm trying to say." Kabuto replied, just as Neji used his grip on Kabuto's head to pull their lips together.
After breaking the brief kiss, Kabuto secured a bandage on Neji's knee with a bruising slap, making Neji scream at the pain.
"You motherfucking—" Neji started as he got up to chase Kabuto around the apartment, in hopes of catching him and skinning him alive. "I'm gonna kill you,"
Kabuto stopped with his back against a wall as Neji drew closer, rage seething in his white eyes. When the younger man was within arm's distance, Kabuto reached out to grab him by the shoulders, restraining and pulling him in for a kiss at the same time.
Neji didn't lean in to the kiss, juvenile anger not allowing him to admit defeat. But when Kabuto repositioned his arms around the teen's waist and slipped his tongue out to attempt access at his mouth, Neji gave in. He opened his mouth for Kabuto's tongue to trail in, only to attack it with his own. A battle waged within their mouths, which was broken off as soon as Neji lost his breath. As the teen was gasping for air, Kabuto trailed kisses down his neck, stopping only at the collar of the obstructive shirt that sat at the border between Neji's neck and shoulders.
"Hey, Mister," Neji started, laughing as Kabuto's tongue tickled his neck. "We can't have sex right now; we've got clothes to wash."
Kabuto sighed. "You're right. Seeing you in pink has alerted me to that fact. Why the hell do you own a shirt of that color, anyway? And why the hell have you not burned it?"
"Ah, that's what you get when you send Hinata shopping. And it isn't that bad. It's comfy…" Neji defended. The truth was, the shirt was hideous, but he loved his cousin enough to wear it. And clean clothes were becoming a scarcity in their apartment.
"Neji, it's a fucking polo," Kabuto declared.
"Point taken," Neji promptly removed the shirt and his now-bloody shorts, sauntering to their pile of clothes. Once locating one of Kabuto's old black t-shirts and a pair of faded, torn jeans, he dressed.
Kabuto, now sitting on the couch, tapping his shoes in frustration, got up as Neji entered the living room with two basketfuls of dirty clothes. "About time, Princess. What were you doing in there, having a tea party?"
"I fucking hate you," Neji said as he shoved the baskets into Kabuto's arms and grabbed the keys, sarcastically shouting "Hurry the fuck up, Baby," as he walked briskly down the hallway.
Once Kabuto finally reached the elevator, the heavy metal door slid open, revealing Orochimaru. Neji's eyes widened in shock. He'd never actually seen the man in person, and he was hoping now that he hadn't. He had frighteningly pale skin, long, straight black hair, narrow, menacing eyes, and the presence of something very evil.
Kabuto promptly put down the baskets of clothes and bowed at the man, offering, "Good morning, Orochimaru-sama,"
The man's sick, snake-like voice replied, "Why, Kabuto, you're just the person I was looking for,"
Neji stared as the man's mouth moved fluidly and slowly, dragging out every sickening sound from his oversized tongue. Neji had heard many stories about how Orochimaru had become the leader of Otogakure, and he was scared stiff to be in his very presence.
Kabuto's face contorted into a look of surprise, and he replied, obviously trying as hard as possible not to anger the frightening man. "What is it that I can help you with, Orochimaru-sama?"
A wicked smirk crossed the pale, narrow face of the older man. "I hear you've brought another resident into Otogakure; I'd like to meet him,"
Neji could tell by the way Orochimaru's eyes darted to him and back to Kabuto that he was the person the man was referring to. He swallowed hard and looked at Kabuto, waiting for a response.
Kabuto's eyes widened, and he looked at Neji before focusing his attention back on the pale man before him. "Um," he was obviously nervous about introducing Neji to the older man. "Orochimaru-sama, this is Neji," he gestured to the frozen teen. "And, Neji, this is Orochimaru-sama, the leader of Oto."
Neji, still scared stiff, decided to take the same road Kabuto had and try not to anger the frightening man and offered his hand. As the cold, clammy hand met his, Neji resisted the urge to cringe. "It's nice to meet you, Neji,"
Neji's hand quickly resumed its place at his side, beginning to shake in fear. If Orochimaru didn't get a good impression of him, it could mean that Neji could never see Kabuto again. Or, if the stories he'd heard were true, he could end up dead.
Kabuto spoke up, shattering the awkward silence that had befallen them. "Is there anything else you need, Orochimaru-sama? Neji and I were just headed out,"
Neji was surprised at how bold Kabuto had been. Or, at least, he seemed bold to Neji, who was shaking so much he was nearly seizing. He was surprised at the upbeat response from the man.
"No; all I wanted was to meet Otogakure's newest resident. It seems he's up for the demands it takes to become a member. Most have done more than just shake in my presence," he eyed Neji through narrowed slits, winking at the teen before continuing down the hallway.
Once they were inside the elevator and the door was securely closed, Neji pressed the button reading '1' before breaking the silence. "That man is fucking scary,"
Kabuto chuckled. "Yeah, he is. But he likes you, I can tell."
"That thing is capable of liking?" Neji said, staring as the red numbers above the door lit up: 4, 3…
"Well, he has a sadistic attraction to you," Kabuto rephrased his previous statement.
"Attraction? I hope that doesn't mean what I think it means," Neji said.
"It could. You never know with that man," Kabuto replied.
"It could? What the fuck? What the hell is that supposed to mean? Should I be scared that he's going to sneak up to our apartment and rape me in the night?" Neji's voice was shaking with fear.
"I wouldn't put it past him; it's happened before," Kabuto said as the red light flickered on the number two.
Neji looked at Kabuto, shock and curiosity evident on his features. He lifted an eyebrow in a questioning manner.
"Yes, Neji, he raped me, okay?" Kabuto erupted.
Neji's eyes widened. "Fuck, Kabuto, I didn't know,"
"Look, it was years ago. I'm not like emotionally scarred or anything, but I'd prefer not to talk about it," Kabuto said just as the door slid open on the first floor. He picked up the baskets and walked out of the elevator. Neji followed.
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A bell rang as Neji pushed open the door to the Laundromat, standing aside and holding it open for Kabuto to get in with the baskets of dirty clothes. This time there were four other people in the establishment, but Neji didn't really care. He hopped on a dryer and pulled his laptop from his bag, placing it on his lap and opening the screen.
"Hop to it!" He commanded Kabuto, referring to the laundry. He clicked his mouse to take his computer out of standby mode, and the screen lit up, requesting his password to log on. As Neji typed, Kabuto grabbed the baskets and walked over to the other side of the Laundromat, loading coins into a washer and opening it to pour in detergent.
Neji, suddenly needing to empty his bladder, placed his laptop on the dryer next to the one he sat on and hopped down. He walked over to Kabuto and wrapped his arms around the man's waist which moved around in his grasp as Kabuto emptied the clothes into the washer.
"Hey, Baby, I'm going to the bathroom. Watch my laptop so it doesn't get stolen or broken or eaten by ravenous hobos," Neji said as he released Kabuto, who sighed at the teen's paranoia.
Neji, realizing he had no idea where the bathroom was, stopped the old Chinese woman who owned the place, bowing down to ask her where it was. She pointed to the back of the building and he bowed again and thanked her, hurrying off to empty his bladder.
Kabuto, once he had finished emptying both loads of laundry into their respective washers, placed one basket in the other and both on top of one of the washers. He looked at Neji's laptop and walked over, assuming Neji's former position and picking up the laptop.
Neji, upon walking out of the bathroom, noticed Kabuto with his laptop, sitting on top of his dryer. He strolled over, stopping in front of said dryer to look at Kabuto, whose eyes darted from the computer screen to Neji, who was obviously furious.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Neji said, trying to intimidate Kabuto.
Kabuto laughed and handed Neji the computer, scooting over to the next dryer. Neji smiled, placed the laptop in Kabuto's lap, and hopped up to his spot before retrieving the computer. After it was securely in his lap, he stared at Kabuto, who was pretending to examine his fingernails to avoid looking at the teen.
"You're such a loser, you know that?" Neji said as he refocused his attention on his computer screen.
Kabuto laughed, reaching into his back pocket, pulling out a sheet of paper and showing it to Neji. "And you're a loser who's going to start school at North Konoha High next week!" He said in an annoyingly enthusiastic tone.
"Ohfuck," Neji said at the flyer announcing the beginning of the school year.
"Hey, kid, don't be so down. It isn't that bad," Kabuto said.
"I hate you," Neji said in a dull, this-is-fucking-horrible voice.
"Ah, you kids and your hormones," Kabuto sighed.
Neji sighed. Speaking of which… "I'm hungry,"
"Dude, you ate breakfast two hours ago," Kabuto replied, obviously not up for a trip to a fast food restaurant.
"I never said I didn't. I just said I was hungry. So, please, don't fuck with my computer. I'm getting something to eat," Neji said as he placed his computer in Kabuto's lap and hopped off of the dryer.
"Have fun," Kabuto said as Neji began to walk towards the door.
"Oh, I'm going to have bundles and bundles of joy. You just don't know," Neji sarcastically replied as he pushed open the door, causing the overly-cheery bell to toll, and walked outside.
Kabuto looked forward and noticed the people in the benches before him. They were all staring at him as if a manatee was eating his brain. He shook his head and stared down at the screen of Neji's laptop before muttering, "What is it about Laundromats and weird people?"
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Neji, as he walked briskly down the sidewalks of East Konoha, delved through his wallet, checking to see how much cash he had, which would determine the criteria of his next meal. While his fingers browsed over unusable plastic, he remembered the credit card he had gotten in Kabuto's brother's name over a week ago. He pulled it out, eyeing the indented writing on the plastic. Yakushi Masato. The name was strange and unfamiliar, but Neji reminded himself that he would soon be using it full-time at school so he wouldn't get caught.
"Masato Yakushi," he lowly muttered aloud, just before abruptly coming in contact with a large mass on the sidewalk, dropping his wallet and the credit card on impact. He instinctively took a step back before looking up at the person he'd bumped into. It was a teenager, not much taller than himself. His skin was frighteningly pale- Neji inwardly asked himself if maybe Orochimaru had a son- and his eyes were narrow and dark. He wore very revealing clothes, something Neji would expect to see on a woman, and he carried a backpack.
Neji took a small bow and muttered, "Please forgive me," before bending down to retrieve his dropped wallet. The man also bent down and picked up the credit card, offering it to Neji, who promptly stuck it back in his wallet.
As they stood up, Neji barely had time to say "Have a nice day" before the man walked off wordlessly.
Neji chanced a second glance at the man's back, again noting the pale of the man's exposed lower back beneath his cut off shirt. He couldn't understand how someone could possibly be that pale. It reminded him of the porcelain dolls Hinata used to have, their pale, fragile faces almost pure white under their painted-on rosy cheeks.
Neji slipped his wallet back into his pocket as he continued down the street. He felt the rumbling of him stomach like the oncoming of a miniature thunderstorm inside of him. He threw his head back and groaned, cursing his slow speed.
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Kabuto jolted up the second the alarm started buzzing. He slowly crawled over Neji to turn it off, after which he flopped back into 'bed' and scooted closer to Neji's peacefully sleeping form. Just after his eyes closed, they shot back open, remembering why the alarm had gone off in the first place. He sat up on the hard floor, poking at Neji and quietly telling him to wake up for school. Neji, completely aware of what was going on, promptly grunted and rolled over, pulling the covers over his head.
Grunting, Kabuto stood up, leaning over Neji and staring at his blurred figure on the floor. He crossed the room and flicked the light switch, flooding the room with unwelcome brightness. Neji defiantly grunted louder and mumbled something incoherent from underneath the covers.
With much persuasion (and threats of blackmail) from Kabuto, Neji threw off the covers and peeled himself off the hard floor before joining Kabuto across the room. He leaned against the taller man, his bare chest rubbing against that of the other, and wrapped his arms around the warm torso. Squinting his eyes at the light, he looked up at Kabuto. "Do I have to go?"
After locating and putting on his glasses, Kabuto looked down at Neji. "Um, yeah,"
"Fucking hell!" Neji said as he released his grasp and scurried off into the bathroom.
Kabuto pulled on a shirt and some shorts, impatiently waiting for Neji to emerge, though he knew it was futile. He decided to then focus he efforts on making Neji a healthy breakfast for his first day at school. He headed off for the kitchen in efforts of making something to boost the angry teenager's mood. Maybe then his teachers wouldn't get horribly bad first impressions of Masato.
After a few failed attempts at making toast with the horribly malfunctioning toaster, Kabuto abandoned the idea and decided he'd make Neji eggs. But after finding none in the refrigerator, he decided on the simplest thing he could think of: a smoothie.
Kabuto filled the blender with ice, ice cream, milk, strawberries, chocolate syrup, and what was probably ancient honey, hitting a single button to blend the concoction together. Between spurts of grinding ice and adding more ingredients, Kabuto sighed. It would be strangely quiet without Neji's presence during the day. Only a few months had passed, and they had become so attached to each other. Spending every moment together sometimes did that to people.
Just as Kabuto began to pour the pink mixture into a glass, the bathroom door clicked open, and Neji walked out. Kabuto looked up to see the teen, who had a towel wrapped around his waist and another in his hands, tousling his long hair in attempts of drying it. Kabuto nearly drooled at the sight. The towel sat low on Neji's protruding hips, and drops of water cascaded down each finely toned muscle of the teen's pale abdomen, making it glisten in the fluorescent light from above.
Neji grew closer as Kabuto marveled in the sight of the half-naked teen. When he stopped in front of the older man, Neji clapped his hands together to bring Kabuto out of his haze of arousal. "We can have sex when I get home, Kabuto," Neji said as he snatched the full glass from the counter behind Kabuto.
As Neji scurried off into their room, Kabuto threw the blender into the sink and headed after the teen.
Meanwhile, Neji was running a brush through his luscious hair as he dried it with yet another of the apartment's ancient appliances- the blow dryer. Kabuto, being the intrusive kind of man that he was, stomped into the room and straight to Neji, who was completely oblivious. Without a second thought, he snatched the blow dryer from Neji's hand and stared down angrily at the teen. "What gives you the right to make a grand entrance like that and just walk out of the room?"
Neji smirked, running the brush through his hair one final time, and stood up, towel now hanging even lower on his thin waist. "Sorry, Kabuto, but I have to get ready for school. I didn't mean to give you the wrong message,"
Kabuto's jaw dropped as Neji exited the room. How could Neji sound so coy like that? He sighed, accepting that he would be deprived of sex until Neji got home. Fucking teenagers. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
"Well, I figure I ought to drive him to school," Kabuto sighed as he followed Neji into the living room. There he found Neji, that damned towel sliding lower down his hips every second, delving through a pile of clean clothes. He located two pairs of jeans, which he held out to Kabuto.
"Which one?" Kabuto could barely comprehend the question. He wasn't even looking at the jeans. All of his attentions were focused on that towel. Since Neji had stood up, it fell just a few more centimeters, and now Kabuto's eyes were locked on the few black curls that protruded from the top of the white cotton. He licked his lips, trying to resist the urge that was eating at him to jump Neji and take him right there. He decided then and there that teenagers were the root of all evil. Well, their hormones, too.
It was for this reason that Kabuto didn't even notice when Neji approached him, dropping the jeans, and that goddamned towel, in the process. Kabuto was now staring directly at Neji's flaccid member, praying that it would turn into an erection so they could fucking fuck already.
Neji got closer and closer, and finally wrapped his arms around Kabuto's neck, whispering in his ear. Kabuto was praying that whatever came out of Neji's mouth had something to do with sex. And having it. NOW.
"Sorry, Baby, but I've got to get to school. We wouldn't want me to be late on the first day, now would we?" Kabuto blinked. That had something to do with sex, right? No, it didn't! Fuck fuck fuckiddy fuck fuck. He clenched his fists, but decided that the more patient he was, the better Neji's reward for him would be later.
Neji released Kabuto and again attended to his pile of clothes, eventually choosing a dark-wash pair of "skinny" jeans, a plain white v-neck shirt, and a small grey vest. After putting on his shoes, he retrieved his backpack and headed out the door, lingering in the doorway, waiting for Kabuto to find the keys to the Porsche.
Once said keys were located, they headed down the four floors to the empty lobby, where they walked out of the heavy metal door and around the corner from the apartment building to the parking lot of a convenience store, where they kept the Porsche. They pulled out of the parking lot and headed for North Konoha High.
The ride was quiet and short, but long enough for Neji's nerves to kick in. He wasn't nervous about going to school with new people; he was nervous that he'd slip and forget to introduce himself as Masato, and that he and Kabuto would be found out and arrested. He told himself that all he needed to do was stay on guard and he'd be fine. Or at least, that's all he hoped he had to do.
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With a bit of direction, Neji had made it to his homeroom class and had been given a copy of his schedule, a map of the school, and emergency contact cards to fill out and return to the central office the next day. Eyeing his schedule and the map, he noted where each class was and the quickest route to get to his next class. First, he had language arts, and that was upstairs. Right below was his second class, calculus. Across the school and on the first floor was his third hour class, physics. Fourth hour was in the middle of the main building on the top floor, history. Fifth hour was health and physical education in the gymnasium. Sixth hour was his elective. He could choose between computer and art. He chose computer.
After going through his first four classes, and realizing that the school was not as easy to navigate as the map implied, Neji sat at a bench beneath a large tree in one of the four main courtyards for lunch. Just as he began to pull his cell phone from his backpack to text Kabuto, a shadow appeared over him. He sighed, figuring it was someone who wanted to take his spot at the bench or a teacher ready to confiscate his cell phone, and looked up.
He was surprised to find a familiar face. It was the man from the other day who he'd bumped into in the street while leaving the Laundromat. His revealing clothes were replaced with charcoal jeans and a red and black shirt, and Neji figured that it was probably because the school didn't allow clothes like the ones he'd seen on the man before. He opened his mouth to greet the person before him, only to realize that he didn't know the man's name.
Before he had time to ask, the man sat down beside him on the bench and offered his hand. "Hello, Masato, I'm Sai."
Neji blinked and shook the man's hand. "Um…hi. How did you know my name?"
Sai smiled. "Oh, sorry to creep you out. I saw it on your credit card the other day. I have a good memory."
Neji sighed in relief. "Good; I'd rather not think I have some sort of stalker,"
Sai laughed. "Yeah, that'd be creepy. So, I saw you in a couple of my classes today. Are you a senior?"
"Um, yeah. But it's my first time here. I went to a different school before," Neji replied.
Sai smiled wider. "Oh, I see. I guess I'll just have to show you the ropes around here, then," Just after he finished his sentence, a loud, raspy voice sounded through the courtyard. "SAAAAAAIIIIIIII, WHAT ARE YOU DOING OVER THERE?"
The owner of said voice came running toward the bench, stopping only centimeters away from smashing Neji into the tree. Sai sighed. "Hey, Dickless Wonder. Why so obnoxious today?"
The blonde-haired, orange-and-black-clad teen that Sai was referring to was now staring Neji down, a curious look on his face. His eyes lit up as a ping of recognition set off inside him. "You're Neji! You used to go to school with Sasuke. What are you doing here?"
Neji sighed, covering his face with his hand. There it went. His cover was blown. He uncovered his face and sighed again, talking quietly to the blonde kid. "Look, Naruto, can you keep a secret?"
Naruto nodded, and Neji continued. "I ran away, and I'm only going here so I won't get my cover blown until I'm eighteen. So, I'm using the name Masato for the time being. Can you try not to tell anyone?"
Naruto nodded again, and Sai spoke up. "Seriously? I'd have never guessed. Now that you mention it though…You're a Hyuuga, right?"
"Yeah, but for now, my name is Yakushi Masato. Remember it. If I get caught being called Neji even once, I could get turned in," Neji said. "The only reason I'm even here with the cops still after me is because they never publicly released a picture of me. If they had, I wouldn't even be able to go it public. So, both of you have to keep this secret, okay?"
Sai and Naruto both nodded, and Naruto spoke again. "But what about Sakura? She goes here, and she knows who you are,"
Neji sighed. "Fine, tell Sakura, but no one else, okay?"
Naruto gave Neji a thumbs up. "Of course! I can keep a secret!"
With that, another person, clad completely in bright green and with the most hideous hair cut Neji had seen in his life, ran over, erupting in a bout of hyper ranting just as Naruto had. "Naruto! My youthful comrade! How are you on this fine first day o—" The energetic green teenager stopped in the middle of his sentence, looking at Neji before bursting out again in a painfully energetic rant.
"Why hello, fellow leaf!" Neji figured that by 'leaf', he was referring to the school mascot. He thought it was stupid, but then again, this guy could definitely compete. A surprisingly non-green hand was placed in front of Neji, who reluctantly shook. He decided to introduce himself to be polite. "Hi, I'm N- Masato. Yakushi Masato."
The green beast nodded and continued his frantic rant. "It is nice to meet you, Yakushi-san. I am Rock Lee, third year student."
The long-haired teen sighed. This guy was too obnoxious to handle.
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As Neji walked through the campus that was now flooded with hurried teens eager to get home, he reviewed his classes in his head: first was language arts with Shizune-sensei, then calculus with Azuma-sensei, and third was physics with Yamato-sensei. Fourth was history with Anko-sensei, and after that was lunch. His last two hours were physical education and health with Gai-sensei (That was easy to remember; he was completely green and overly-obnoxious like Lee.) and finally, computer with Kurenai-sensei.
As he reviewed his schedule over again for the next day, he was stopped by a familiar voice: Sai. "Hey, Masato! Heading home?"
Neji looked up and nodded, looking around Sai towards the school entrance for a blue Porsche. After a brief silence, Sai spoke again. "Can I get your number," he held up a cell phone. "It'd be nice to be able to contact you whenever I want," He winked, and Neji nodded again.
"Sure," Neji removed his phone from his pocket and recited his number for Sai, who, in turn, recited his own number. Once both sets of digits were safely stored within the pixels of their phones, Neji heard a car pull up and honk. It was Kabuto.
"Sorry, Sai, but I've got to go," he said as he hurried to the car. "I'll see you tomorrow!"
Sai nodded and waved as Neji opened the car door. Upon doing so, Neji noticed a syringe filled with yellowish liquid and a thin rubber strap in the passenger's seat. He smiled, picked them up, and sat down on the smooth black leather of the seat.
Kabuto smirked, pressing on the accelerator and driving out of the large, ovular school driveway. He looked at Neji, who was busy adjusting the tightness of the strap on his arm with his teeth. After securing the strap, he uncapped the syringe and poked the needle into his skin, injecting himself as it hit the vein. He hissed and leaned the seat back, closing his eyes as the heroin hit him.
The soft murmur of the car's air conditioner and the vroom of the Porsche's strong engine as Kabuto hit the gas lulled him into a state of unconscious awareness. The drug traveling through Neji's system gained intensity in his blood stream each second, ferociously attacking his blood and brain, sharpening his senses and ushering him into a familiar pleasure.
The ride home was quiet and numbing, and the next four hours in the apartment were no different…until Kabuto decided to speak up, that is. "So, Kid, how was school today?"
Neji lifted his head up and looked at the man next to him. His silver hair was tied perfectly behind his head, as always, and his clothes fit loosely on his thin form. The teen sighed, and situated his head back in its former position. "If I promise to give you unlimited any-time sex for the rest of your life, will you promise to never send me back to that place?"
Kabuto frowned. "I'm not a cell phone company, Neji. You're going back, whether you like it or not. Or would you like to go down to the police station and turn your self in right now?"
Neji looked at Kabuto again, a look of contemplation on his face. After a few silent moments, he spoke. "Sure. But if I'm going down, you're coming with me, Baby," He smiled, making Kabuto sigh. Teenagers really were insane.
"Stupid motherfucker," Neji said as Kabuto got up and left the room.
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Author's note, dawg: Saynaah, it took me like a buhgrillion years to write that chapter, but whatevs. I had to call my beta like fortyninemillionninehundredtwentytwothousandfortyseven times, AND SHE DIDN'T EVEN BETA! Stupid hoeeees. Whatevses. I'm going to her house to get revenge tomorrow, and to possibly help her update her own story. Butsoyeaaaahhh… as far as the next chapter goes, I'm going to start writing it immediately, because I know what I want to happen. It's just floating around in the stagnant pond I call a mind waiting to be typed out. And trust me, you guys will not see this next one coming. Like, srsly, dawgs. MAJORMAJORMAJORRRRRRRRRR PLOT TWISTS ARE AHEAD!! So, watch out, or it might just come up and bite you in the ass when you're not looking. (But you little sadists would like that, wouldn't you?...)
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KATHRYN: SORRY I COULDN'T MAKE LEE SAY "DOUCHECAKES." LURVE YOU ANYWAY, HUNNYDEAREST. :3
abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz Beta's note: Hey, I had a good reason for not answering your damn phone calls. I was at the freakin' beach, so get over it and let me type my damn note, retard! Anyway... He finally gets to school! And what was with the beginning? That was totally random with the scrapes and the blood. And "we can't have a porno scene right now cuz we've got to wash out sweaty clothes." I was so disappointed when you said that...Well, I have to write chapter 15 and update by tomorrow, so bye!
