Fandom: Naruto
Title: What Have I Done?
Author: Ero-Chibi-Chan
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Naruto isn't even yaoi! Clearly I had nothing to do with it.
Summary: Having had enough of Sasuke's cold, dismissive attitude, Neji finally leaves him. The Uchiha realizes then the value of the saying "You don't know what you have until it's gone."
Neji had left. He was proud and graceful and liked to think he knew how to take a hint. Sasuke never really seemed to care whether or not he was around, so Neji had decided to make it easier on both of them. The Uchiha had remained unreadable, as always, and had let him leave. Defeating his brother was all that mattered. Getting attached to someone else would have simply been pointless.
He had come… home to an empty apartment. The silence wasn't unusual, but something was off. It was something subtle and on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't quite place it. He realized it with a start while he was sitting on the couch with a mission scroll. He didn't feel as at ease as he usually did. Normally, Neji would have been lying with his head in his lap or curled up next to him, either enjoying a book or also reading a mission scroll. His hand would have been stroking through the Hyuuga's hair right now: a gesture that soothed both of them.
He refused to accept that as the cause, however, since that would mean he actually needed the Hyuuga's presence, and he didn't need anyone. He continued to repeat that to himself, even until he went to bed and Neji's slender form wasn't there for him to pull close. However, his arms were itching to wrap around something, so he grabbed the pillow next to his head and buried his nose in it. His racing mind immediately calmed, and he settled into a light doze. In his half-asleep state he wondered why this pillow had so easily calmed him. He inhaled again and enjoyed the light scent of lavender incense with hints of rose and grass.
Just like Neji.
He immediately bolted upright and tossed the pillow across the room. He raked a hand through his hair and leaned back against the headboard, knowing he wouldn't sleep tonight.
'What have I done?'