Note from the Author: Don't get your panties in a bundle – it's not over yet.

Thank you to Flame Gazer for the sensei names.

Oh, and I DID do the math; it WAS possible for Hinata to have turned fourteen … They left Konoha in December, when her birthday is, and it's probably about February two years later, so yes, she is fourteen. And yes, that does mean Neji's older too.

You and I …

Amara-sensei was enjoying herself immensely. Humming, she smiled pleasantly as she leapt through the trees, zigzagging through the branches, throwing Hinata off her tail … or trying.

It had been eight months since they had come across Group Ten and her student, now fourteen, was a good deal stronger.

Hinata's teacher came across a dirt path and landed softly in the grass, standing still and listening. Presently, the vague, rhythmic rustle of leaves came to her and satisfied her that she had several minutes to relax.

Turning, she blinked in surprise. "Ban!"

A clean-shaven man, a jounin with his hair pulled back off his face, grinned at her and gave her a "V" for victory. "Long time, no see, Amara." Beside him stood a boy with long dark hair, about sixteen years old, studying her with mild interest through round white eyes.

Ban had been Amara's teammate before they became jounins. She had at some point loved him, but they had drifted apart. She hadn't seen him in years.

She cocked a hip, placing a hand on it, and nodded at the boy. "Taken on a private student, I see."

Band smiled and looked up into the trees, the direction she had come. "So've you."

Without warning, Hinata knocked her off her feet, and with a cry of surprise, she went down. The Hyuuga had her pinned, a kunai knife held at her neck.

Amara laughed, careful of the blade. "Well-done. You waited for me to be off my guard, and you hid your chakra precisely."

Hinata hopped to her feet excitedly, proudly, and pulled her teacher up.

Before Sensei had a chance to react, her student had been nearly knocked off her feet by the young boy. She started forward to protect her, then jerked to a halt, realizing he wasn't attacking her, he was embracing her.

Ban and Amara gaped at them, mouths hanging open. "What the hell?"

Hinata looked just as surprised, but then her face softened into a loving smile, and she buried her face in the boy's shoulder, clinging to him, and from somewhere came a muffled, "Neji."

At last, Amara understood and she smiled, hands on hips. "The infamous Neji," she murmured, shaking her head in disbelief.

Ban chuckled. "Go figure that our students were head-over-heels for each other."

She nudged him playfully with her shoulder. "Yeah, go figure."

Hinata couldn't believe it. It had been fourteen months, and here he was, and she was in his arms. She looked up at him, ran her fingers along the porcelain skin of his beautiful face, wondering if he was real, if he was really here, with her now. "We're not supposed to see each other," she whispered.

Neji smiled slightly, his fingers against the small of her back, and shrugged, "What Hiashi doesn't know can't hurt him."

Automatically, both Hyuuga heads turned each toward their own sensei. The jounins stood with their backs to their students, trying to give them a semi-private reunion.

"I don't think they'll tell," Hinata said softly.

As her smile brightened, his faded away. "But … how long until we can be together again?"

"Actually," Amara stepped into the conversation, having been listening the whole time. "I believe I've taught you all I can, Hinata. I'm going to take you back to Konoha tomorrow."

Hinata's mouth dropped open, and Neji looked to his sensei hopefully.

"Give me two more months, Neji." Ban ruffled his student's hair, earning him a death glare that Hinata had only seen from the likes of Sasuke. "There's not much more you can learn from me."

Hinata giggled excitedly and threw her arms around Neji's neck. "We'll be … together."