Second chances
NOTE: Rating went up because of Neji at the end of this chapter….if you don't like sexual situations then I suggest you exit scene right and select a story rated G. Remember you have been warned. Now enjoy the show!
Neji watched as the pair walked off. Oh no, he wasn't going to sit idly by and watched as she stole what was rightfully his. Fate took away his life, but not this time. He would not allow fate to take what was his. He earned it. He deserved it. It was rightfully his, and what was his he took…
A year had gone by since that moment: A long and hard year. It had been a year of long cold showers, a year of yearning, a year of sexual frustration. It wasn't like he couldn't have had his chance to release himself from his prison, but it wasn't the same.
The touch, feel, and taste all had to belong to him or it was a waste of effort. A year hardened him. It would for any man. He heard others complain about going on a mission and running out of food. That was a cakewalk compared to what he was feeling. He wanted to laugh in their face or scowl at them. No, he wanted to snarl at them and scream about his sexual frustrations. He pictured doing that several times, but he never could.
Geniuses never acted that way.
He was forbidden by both nature and nurture to do what he wanted. Instead, he did all he could muster: he got up and walked away. Many called him a cold-hearted bastard, but that was far from the truth. No one really knew of the true burning his heart felt. His heart was anything but cold, and it was all because of him that Neji was made to feel this way.
A solid year had passed and not as much as a glimpse of the golden boy. The days and nights were silent: silent but restless. His dreams were his only refuge. Even his dreams had to take a backseat to the missions his team embarked.
He was thankful for the mental silence without Naruto with them, but he felt something missing. Someone was…the boy. His ache wasn't too bad if he was busy. He needed to keep busy. He needed to keep his mind and body off of the sn—he was doing it again. He growled at his thoughts.
He needed to clear his head. Was it possible to take a vacation from his thoughts? He prayed it was possible because he feared he was going insane. He already had to deal with the fact there was possibly another that held all of his attention. Not to mention the fact that Naruto probably didn't even think about him once while he was gone.
He was able to accept that. It took him several months, but he accepted that. Neji knew that he cared enough for the two of them. How was it possible that he fell so hard for the outcast? He should fall for someone of his stature, but it seemed as if fate would not let him rest.
Not being able to stand his train of thoughts any longer, he stood and went towards the clearing where he practiced from dawn to dusk when he wasn't out being a lackey. This was a small haven from the outside world. This was a place where he didn't have to put on a show, where he could be the frustrated being that he was.
"Hinata would have found it by now."
That voice haunted him to the core. Despite the passing of a year, that one line still instilled hate and jealousy. He felt inept when he was compared to her…especially by him. But then what did Naruto know? Naruto didn't know her; he didn't know how much more Neji had to train because of that one bone-chilling sentence.
He took a kunai from his back packet and threw it into a tree. He needed to find smaller. He took and threw another. Naturally, it hit his mark. He still wasn't satisfied with himself. Smaller. He threw another. Smaller. He needed smaller much more smaller.
He heard a rustle behind him. He zoned in on the tiny insect hugging the tree. He knew it to be a larva of some sort. Bugs weren't his forte; they were his targets. He had to become better than her.
He watched as the sharp dagger flew through the trees and split the insect in two. He nodded his head, slightly winded. The rustling didn't stop. He looked around the area and caught the flow of chakra that was slithering on the ground.
He was too tuned into the insect he forgot to check to make sure no one else would be with him. No one ever came here. Everyone knew better. He berated himself for being so careless. If this were a mission, he would have killed his teammates.
He liked the idea, but not the repercussions that came with it. Stalking over to see what interrupted his training, he caught a glance of orange. It was the same color orange he used to wear.
His heart stopped. His feet ran over to the boy, but his mind was still back in the clearing. He was careless, he was foolish, and he prayed that he wasn't dead.
Naruto lay there not breathing, not moving. He knew Naruto knew how to play jokes, but not ones with this much calibre. He heard himself cry out Naruto's name, but not even a groan answered him. The kid had to be alright. There was no possible way anything could be wrong with him… this was Naruto!
He rolled him over and almost vomited. Neji couldn't concentrate. His head was swimming and his thoughts were jumbled. The other boy's flaming orange jacket was soaked in blood. He unzipped the front but couldn't tell where the blood was coming from. There was too much and he panicked.
Neji knew better to come at this with a clear head, but all rational thought was back in the clearing where he wasn't.
He did the only thing he knew. He picked the boy up and carried him to small cave about a hundred or so yards from their location. He didn't know the time, and he didn't know long how he had before the sun set. It got cold out at night, and Naruto would need to stay warm.
He kicked the dead leaves and branches out of the way. There was barely enough room for two people. Neji didn't care about the body room so long as Naruto was comfortable. He removed the jacket and ripped his shirt to inspect the damage he had caused.
Using the torn cloth, he wiped away the blood. He was confused. The damage done and the amount of blood didn't add up. There should have been a larger wound than that. He could have sworn that he had killed him. There was that much blood.
He watched as Naruto's wounds started to seal up on their own. It would take time for it to heal completely, but he was relieved that his Naruto would live. He breathed a sigh of relief. He folded the jacket and placed it under Naruto's head.
He couldn't believe he acted so irrationally. He swore at himself for losing his cool, for not knowing what to do, for panicking, for not being more careful. Things like this were supposed to happen to other people. Not to him. He was a genius; he was the best.
And he failed.
He sat back and leaned on the cave walls sighing in relief. Naruto was going to live. The grip on his chest was vanishing and he was exhausted. His body screamed at him to take a rest. Neji complied. He lied down on Naruto's good side. He propped himself up on his elbow and looked at the being that had been the source of his entire being this past year.
He extended his arm and traced the outside of the wound. His skin was warm to the touch. He thought he was partially dreaming. If it weren't for the stench of blood, Neji would have said that he was pushing himself too hard.
He watched as the skin danced beneath his fingers. Naruto seemed skinner than he last remembered. He was firm but thinner. Neji wondered who would possibly starve Naruto like this. He knew training sessions was hard, but by the look of Naruto's worn out body he had been through the ringer and back.
Neji could feel the cold air start to settle indicating that night was falling. He removed his own upper clothing to use as a blanket to shield them from the cold night ahead.
To Neji nothing mattered now. Naruto was here by his side, and he vowed to stay like this for a while anyway. He scooted closer to the body. He wrapped Naruto's arm around his own frame and settled his head in the crook of Naruto's shoulder.
The smell was comforting and exciting. At long last he was able to reap the benefits of his desires. Granted the boy was out cold. To Neji, it made no difference. This was how things should be.
He snuggled more into the crook, his cold nose was warmed by the heated flesh. Neji took a whiff. Naruto desperately needed a bath, but underneath it all was the underlying scent of his Naruto.
Not wanting to pass this opportunity of a lifetime up, he stuck out his tongue and tasted him. He didn't know what to expect, but he tasted like salt and dirt. His expectations were slightly crushed after waiting all this time. He knew most likely he was tasting the grime of training and lack of sanitations.
If Naruto needed a bath, then Neji would give him one. The slight smirk on Naruto's face was all he needed to continue. He slid further down and settled for the pink nub waiting for his lips.
It was soft and hard, and the taste alone was more than he expected. It wasn't like the rest of his skin; somehow, this was different. This was the taste Neji had only dreamed about. Neji couldn't get enough. He wanted more…no, needed more.
If this were the only thing to ever pass his lips he would have been happy. He smirked knowing the way the unconscious body of his future and soon to be lover was reacting to his lips.
He heard a small whimper come from his unconscious lover's lips. He smirked and moved onto its pair. This one was mixed with the taste of Naruto's blood. It tasted like power and copper. Neji soon became drunk off of his lust.
Neji moved his hand lower and smirked knowing that he could please Naruto. He could hardly wait until he could brandish the boy as his own. His lips covered Naruto's and sealed it with a kiss.
The boy beneath him moaned and Neji's ego soared that is until one name left the unconscious boy's lips "Sasuke."
Raven: oh thank god! I was about to puke
AN: people wanted more : evil cackle :so I wrote more …Yes E Neji hurt poor Naruto...it seems as if the poor guy kinda snapped. See... this is what happens when people demand more. Hope you enjoyed
Here Are Some Future Questions you might have while reading my fic…
Questions: Plot?
A: What plot? There is no plot…this was supposed to be a one-shot--that just got extended for my own pleasure…and torture on the readers
Question: When does this take place?
A: sometime…whenever you want…yeah...I like that answer
Question: the characters are OOC
A: who cares? This is my pleasure fic and I can torture whoever I like
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