High School Trauma

Full Summary: Sakura thought this would be just another boring, average school year. However, the arrival of a few new students makes that quite impossible…

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or anything related to it, nor any of the brand names for foods/clothes/ect. Only any of the relatively insignificant original characters I might use for filler characters, and maybe a few of the places I may put in here.

-Key to dialogue-

"$$" Talking

'$$' Thinking

"$$" Inner-self talking through outer self

'$$' Inner-self thinking

The back of his neck was sweating a little, and he licked his suddenly dried lips. What was he DOING, goddammit! How humiliating…. And the sudden crowd that gathered at the loud shout of surprise from Ino had not helped to lessen the akwardness of the moment.

'What am I supposed to do, now!' the perpetually calm Hyuga male asked himself, mentally panicking. 'Well, duh. You kiss her again, and see whether or not she kisses you back, dipstick.' 'WTF! You're the dipstick! We're the same person, dammit!' 'Are you gonna take my damn advice, or just stand there like an idiot?' '…' 'Thought so. Now get the ball rolling, screw-boy.'

'WAH! THIS IS TOTALLY WEIRD!' Sakura thought, her eyes darting around. 'And there is a CROWD…' 'Pipe down. We'll just kick their sorry asses if they get smart-alecky. CHA!' 'B-BUT WHAT DO I DO!' 'How the hell would I know? You're on your own, kiddo. Just use your instincts.' 'Oh yeaaaaaaah… REAL helpful…' 'I know. Ain't I just the greatest? Now get those gears working again. Know what? Let's play with him a bit. Y'know… PLAY with him… We could scare the HELL outta him! CHA!' 'What if it backfires…?' 'Errr…. I have no idea, but still!' '…Alright, I guess…'

Slowly, Sakura slid her arms up to lock around his neck, leaning into him a little. She felt his body tense, then relax slightly, his own arms sliding around her waist loosely as she pressed her forehead to his, their noses almost touching. She peered into his white eyes, her inner internally cackling with mirth, and then her fingers started to dance teasingly over his upper back, causing him to once again tense up. He let out a soft sigh, allowing his body to relax again. Ignoring the various stares, Sakura pressed on, a small smile beginning to tug at her lips.

"You know, Neji-kun…" she purred, "…you're actually pretty cute close-up…" Her hands slipped down a bit, dipping underneath the large collar of his shirt and started to lightly knead between his shoulder blades, purring like a cat.

'HOLY-! WHAT THE HELL!' His mind was in turmoil, though his impassive fascade remained in place for the time being. 'HAH! I KNEW SHE THINKS WE'RE DEAD SEXY! WHO'S A SEXY BASTARD! WHAT ARE YOU DOING, IDIOT! RESPOND!' 'Respond…? How in seven HELLS do I respond to THIS!' 'GOD YOU'RE HOPELESS! KISS HER!' 'Y-You mean NOW…?' 'NO SHIT!'

As soon as she began to purr, he blinked at her, catching her hands and holding them with one of his own, seeming to have forgotten their audience, and backed her up against a wall behind her, holding her hands gently above her head as he leaned in and kissed her again.

'I TOLDYA IT'D BACKFIRE!'Sakura ranted mentally, her eyes wide as he pressed against her a little, grinding on her thigh only slightly as he nipped and suckled at her lower lip, his free hand tracing his index finger lightly over her collarbone. Her face heated up. 'WELL SOOOOOOORRY!' 'It's YOUR fault!' 'You know you like it… Admit it! It feels great!' Sakura's blush worsened at her inner's rantings. 'W-WHAT! N-NO WAY! I DO NOT!' 'Yeah, that explains PERFECTLY why you're BLUSHING so damn HARD! HAHA!' 'S-Shut up!'

A small shiver ran down her spine and she opened her mouth to him, allowing him to explore her mouth tauntingly. He pulled away after a minute or so, withdrawing his hands and stepping back, smirking.

"Heh. Nice seeing you..." he trailed off as he turned, walking away from her with his back to her, his hand raised in a nonchalaunt farewell. "...Haruno."

Hinata had just gotten home and was on her way to her room when she passed by the bathroom, stopping as she heard a slight, pained groan from behind the slightly ajar door. Curiosity won over, and she peeked in through the crack. Neji stared at his reflection, his hand nervously running through his hair as he leaned almost helplessly against the sink.

"I can get over this..." he muttered out loud. "I'm a bigger man than this, dammit! Grrr..." He took deep breaths for a moment, calming himself a little. "It's okay. I can do this. Ugh... Have to do it... Dammit..."

Hinata blinked. What the hell was wrong with her cousin?

"I'm a sexy bastard. I can do anything..." Neji said, staring at the mirror still. "SURELY I can do THIS..." 'HELL YES! WE'RE TOO SEXY FOR OUR SHIRT! SO TAKE IT OFF!'

'What the hell? Not a chance. As if I would ever conceive to do something so outlandish.'

'FUCK THAT! TAKE IT OFF! SHOW OFF OUR DEAD SEXY BODY! YOU KNOW YOU WANNA!'

'I most certainly do NOT.'

'WAH! YOU'RE NO FUN!'

'Hmph.'

He was pulled from his thoughts when a knock sounded at the door. He blinked, opening it to see Hinata.

"Are you feeling okay, Neji-niisan? I could hear you muttering to yourself..." she asked.

"Ah, no. There is nothing." Giving a slight bow, he exited the bathroom and walked off towards his room.

'Wah... That was soooooooooo fucked up, back there...' Sakura thought, snuggled safely into her bed.

'TELL me about it. That was some freaky-ass shit!'

'Don't rub it in...'

After a week of avoidance of each other, Neji and Sakura were paired up to make and experiment. It was a mandatory assignment. Reluctantly, they agreed to work on it at Neji's home. There would be more space there. Walking to the Hyuuga estate, they were silent until they reached Neji's own quarters, heading into his bed room and sitting down on a Tatami mat, facing each other.

"So what do you suggest we do for this... project, of ours?" Neji asked, getting straight to the point. Sakura nodded.

"I was thinking about an experiment. Let's make a mini-rocket." she suggested.

"Hn. And what materials would be needed?"

Not much. A metal body to hold fuel, a metal cone, a diverting piece, and fuel, which I can make."

"Aa. Sounds interesting."

"It will be." They sat quietly for a few minutes.

"Hey, c'mon! Lemme out! I wanna play!'

'Ugh... You AGAIN...?'

'C'MON!'

'Argh... If I do, will you shut the fuck up...?'

'Of course!'

'...Fine...'

Sakura stared into her lap, fidgeting a bit. She felt a soft whisper of a touch, looking at and around with a perplexed expression.

"What're you doing, Ne-" 'ji!' His lips were on hers, his strong arms pulling her up against him easily, hands softly and deftly stroking delicately down her carnation locks as her body was firmly pressed up against his own. She could feel the well-toned muscles of his chest straight through his shirt, and shivered slightly.

'Why is he...?'

Heh. I can SO see Neji singing "I'm too Sexy for My Shirt" or "Sexy's Back"... -smirks, snickering- Heheh... Well, anyway, later, guys!