Naruto © Masashi Kishimoto
The Compromise
I told myself that I wasn't going to fall in love.
At least not yet. Rather, not again. Not with the one that made me fall the hardest.
It was amusing to say the least, when I met you again. You were a zombie in my mind. It's like you rose from the dead, which was quite ironic because…Well. I was the one who ran you down and almost killed you.
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The clock located in his car's dashboard said 1:15 am. There was no noise inside the said car. All you can hear was the hum of the engine, the occasional clinks of metal from his keychain and the steady pour outside. The dimly lit streets were mostly empty, save for one or two trucks and cars speeding down, rushing to their destinations. Neji Hyuga was one of them. He couldn't wait to get back to the confines of his lovely apartment, one that housed a most glorious, most welcoming king-sized bed and just damn sleep. In all actuality, he could nod off right then and there. And he did.
He couldn't take it anymore. His eyes were drooping. He could feel his lids closing, his thick lashes there, almost touching his cheeks. A yawn escaped his lips, a month of late nights and early mornings finally taking its toll on him.
He was unconsciously stepping on the gas hence, speeding up the car. The upcoming red light fifteen yards away never occurred to him…until he felt something collide against the hood of his car. That something looked like a person. His eyes widened. He just ran over a person. A living, breathing human being. He just prayed to God that whoever he or she is was still actually living and breathing. And with that, sleep left him just as easily.
'Crap,' was the only clear thing his genius mind can make at the moment.
He all but bolted out of the door, onto the pouring rain and kneeled in front of the person who just experienced firsthand, the hard exterior of his Lamborghini.
The person, she appeared to be a woman, was sprawled out on the muddy ground (thankfully not under the car so technically speaking, he didn't actually ran over her). Checking her breathing Neji placed his hand lightly across the woman's forehead and tilted her head backwards gently. He lifted up her chin with two fingers and placed his cheek in front of her mouth.
She was alive.
Neji let out a short sigh of relief. Quickly pulling out his phone to dial the emergency services, a strangled noise escaped his lips.
No signal.
Calming his sleep deprived buzzing mind, Neji resolved to bring her to the nearest hospital himself.
Not wanting to aggravate the injuries she might have sustained whilst carrying said person into the car, Neji let his opal eyes roam over the petite form. Her leg was bent in an awkward angle underneath her jeans. There were cuts and bruises that marred her arms, in his peripheral vision he saw an open umbrella going away with the wind at a constant speed. Her head was bleeding. It wasn't gushing so it seemed more like a graze when her head met the soft [thank Kami] muddy ground. Neji was finally seeing light in his situation. Removing the mass of brown hair that obscured the face of his victim, he felt his breath stop short and his heart fall to his stomach.
The first thing he saw was a mole on the left side of her jaw. It was so miniscule that one would think a mere stranger wouldn't be able to disseminate it so easily. He felt dread wash over him.
Next thing he noticed was her lips. He knew those lips. He used to always kiss those good morning, goodbye and goodnight, in that order throughout the day, every day for six years, without fail. From what he remembered, those lips were the softest. Almost feather-like when brushed against his own. Unless of course, if the owner was too hard headed and would not listen sound reason and purposely eat something she was allergic to, then those lips would become swollen and puffed out.
The woman's hair was completely out of the way of her face now and Neji traced his eyes to the flip of her lashes, the curve of her button nose, the flush in her high cheek bones back again to those parted lips.
Now, Neji does not curse [then again, Neji Hyuga doesn't usually sleep drive nor does he slam his car at his unsuspecting ex-girlfriends] but in this whole ordeal only one word escaped his lips.
"Fuck."
The clock in the dashboard read 1:18 am.
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A/n: I found this on my drive. I'm thinking of revamping it but not in the near future. Good news is, I'm already getting somewhere with "The Aversive Stimulus" but I want to finish it before I post anything (because I'm stuck with 'heart's song' and I'm guilty enough as it is).
Thoughts?