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Training, training, TRAINING!

That's all you bloody think about; training, fate and meditation. I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't eat properly either.

I'm worried about you, Neji. What do you need to prove so much that you leave the world behind like you do? You're already the Hyuuga prodigy; so well known, that every day, I always get harassed by your fangirls coming home from practice. I miss the old Neji – the one I knew when we were small.

I'm probably the only one who worries about you like this-me and the rest of your so called team. I mean, all your really do with us is fight - we barely hear more than twenty non-fate related words all day! I know I like training, too, but I also like life, Neji – you know, the thing people are supposed to be living?

Yeah, I know your father died when you were four. Wake up call, Neji, he did it for you! He wanted to escape fate – imaging how sad he must be to realize his son doesn't even try.

Seriously Neji, the only thing you have to prove is to the team. We need to see your not the ice block everyone calls you because we're worried. We don't want you turning out like that Uchiha who deserted his team. You spend hours and hours just meditating or training. Not that I mind spending time with you to train, though. It's the only time when I'm able to spend some time with you.

Truth is, I want you to stop training so obsessively. . . and I want you to train obsessively because, well, that's the only you'll do anything with me. I'm just a nobody that can throw things while you're the Hyuuga mastermind. I'm just a kunoichi that you'll probably forget as soon as we split up and go on our separate career paths. One day, I'll be able to look at you from a distance while you're surrounded by your adoring fan girls (Remember when Lee and I had to drive them away?) and say to myself: "There goes my old teammate. . . I love him. . ."

Cause it's true. I still love you and I always will.

Owari