Gaara tilted his head to the side, as if he were analyzing him. "We didn't do anything if that's what you're wondering." The long haired teen raised an elegant eyebrow, not fully believing the redhead's statement. "I'm not lying."
He walked over to the side of the bed, handing Neji a glass of water. "You got pretty drunk. Started rambling about how Sasuke was never going to love you. Then you passed out. On my arm. The rest you can guess."
The Hyuuga slightly nodded, taking the glass of water with a small, "Thanks." The story made sense, so there was no reason to be concerned. Except… "What… exactly did I say about Sasuke?"
Gaara stared him straight in the eye, before handing Neji a bundle of clothes. "There's a bathroom down the hall, and here are some clothes you can change into. I reckon you would like to freshen up a bit before we talk. You don't look the best." Of course that was a lie. The brunette always looked good, even when his hair was distraught and his clothes wrinkled.
Gaara didn't tell him this though. Somehow the Hyuuga brought out a playful side to him he didn't know he had.
Neji scowled, running a hand through his long locks. He absolutely detested looking anything other than presentable. "Fine." The redhead gave him a slight nod, exiting the room without another glance. The brunette hesitantly got out of bed, fisting the clothes that were in his hand.
Neji left the room he woke up in, finding himself inside a long, empty hallway. He quickly walked down the hall, opening two other doors that led to empty bedrooms before finding the right one. With a grimace, the Hyuuga stepped into the room, closing and locking the door behind him.
He hastily turned on the water to the shower, tapping his foot impatiently as he waited for it to heat up. Like many things, he hated showering at a strangers house. It was unsanitary, and made him feel exposed. Neji sighed in relief when he tested the water temperature again, finding it to be warm enough to suit his tastes.
As quickly as he could, the teen washed himself off and stepped out of the shower, eyes searching for a towel. Lucky for him, there was a neatly stacked pile of unused towels on a rack within arm's reach. Neji quickly dried himself off, only hesitating slightly before pulling on the clothes that Gaara gave.
The brunette turned to the side, locking eyes with his mirror reflection. Neji frowned, the clothes were a bit too big for him, judging by the way the sleeves hung past his hands. No matter, it would do for now. Running his hands through his long locks in an attempt to tame them, the boy let out a frustrated groan.
How could he have been so stupid to get himself in this situation? What in the world could have possibly compelled him to spill all of his secrets to a complete stranger? Well, not exactly a stranger, but it's not like I know him well enough to warrant spilling something I've kept a secret for a while now. A knock on the door distracted him from his self berating thoughts, and a deep voice found its way to his ears.
"I'm assuming you're done in there since I can't hear the water running anymore. Hurry up and get out of there, I made breakfast." Neji's eyes widened a fraction, surprised. I didn't know the Kazekage could cook. Well, you learn something new everyday, he mused.
Complying with Gaara's wishes, he exited the bathroom, and immediately caught the smell of a delicious aroma. Deducing that it must be breakfast, the brunette followed the scent, which led him to a squeaky clean kitchen, empty except for two plates piled with pancakes and fruit, one of which was occupied by a certain redhead.
Neji's eyes scanned over the food, humming appreciatively. Meanwhile, Gaara was staring at the brunette who had just walked in, unable to take his eyes off of the way his clothes hung off the ends of Neji's shoulders, giving him a surge of possessiveness that was gone as quickly as it came.
"You hungry?" The redhead forced his eyes away from the other's shoulders, moving to look into the Hyuuga's lavender eyes. Neji nodded, silently sitting down in the chair opposite Gaara's. He elegantly picked up the utensils, raising a bite to his mouth.
Silently chewing, he let out a small moan of approval at the taste. "It's good, right?" Gaara tilted his head to the side. The Hyuuga bobbed his head up and down, focused on the taste of the food. "Yes, it is good. Thank you."
A moment of silence passed as the brunette chewed, the food on his plate slowly diminishing to nothing. When every last crumb was scraped off, Neji dabbed at his mouth with a napkin, standing up. The boy gave Gaara a slight bow. "Thank you for the food Kazekage-sama. But I really must be on my way."
The redhead just shrugged. "Ok. I thought we were going to talk about what happened last night?" Neji shook his head. "No need. My memories came back whilst I was in the shower. Thank you for dealing with me." "Alright then. Goodbye Hyuuga."
The Hyuuga gave one last bow, before heading over to the door, opening it and stepping outside. Abruptly, he turned back around, a blank expression on his face. "Kazekage-sama, when would you like your clothes back?" Gaara smirked. "Keep them."
Neji nodded, and then stepped away from the door, closing it with a flourish. He clutched the small bag full of the brunette's dirty clothes, and took a deep breath. I swear, I am never going drinking ever again. He sighed, exhausted, before heading on his way.
The boy was halfway to the small apartment he stayed at when a voice called out to him. "Neji." Neji stopped in his tracks. He'd know that voice anywhere. Taking a moment to calm his beating heart and squash down unwanted feelings, he spun around to face the Uchiha.
"Sasuke." Sasuke gave him a slight grin, sending his inner self screaming in delight. It would've been better if he were the only one who got to see his smiles, but unfortunately Naruto saw them more often. Well, better than nothing at all.
"I was looking for you." Neji's heart skipped a beat. You were? "I need your help with something." "Of course." The cold facade did nothing to betray the feelings running around inside of him at the moment. "What do you need? Is it about your little boyfriend?" He smirked.
Sasuke blushed ever so slightly. "For the last time he's not- Nevermind. Just, come with me." As soon as Sasuke turned his back, Neji dropped his smirk, instead staring after Sasuke with longing eyes. "Right."