One; Just FYI, the first four chapters (this being number 4) are dedicated to the Point of View's and introductions of our four main characters. There is really no other point, and after this one, I'll just do anyone's POV I desire, so nyeh :P
Two; Sorry it took so long to update, I had a few technical difficulties, so to speak D:
Three; Nejiishawtkthxbai
Four; I've had a few problems with my friends lately, so this chapter may be affected, if Neji comes across sounding uber cynical, pessimistic, and irritated, you know why.
Keep on writing you're just raping yourself.
Nothing can take my mind away from them.
Don't you ask about me, ask about somebody else.
Once I've fallen there's many stories to tell.
I can feel it, won't embrace it, it's overwhelming how far you take it.
Stuck in a state of questioning.
And don't you tell me you know we're destined.
You won't convince me. I won't listen.
Resentment building, you've put our lives on hold.
-"Trashed and Scattered" by Avenged Sevenfold
Neji's Point of ViewOne smirk. A little water. Enclosed spaces. And there he goes. He amuses me; sick, sad, fragile little Sasuke. He is so shy and withdrawn and it's sickeningly cute. All emo kids are like that. And the real miracle is that they have no idea how astonishingly adorable they are. The funny thing is Sasuke isn't really a kid. But he's still emo. And you can't be an emo adult. Or an emo teenager. You can only be an emo kid. With two 'D's, because emo kid isn't as cute looking as emo kidd. But that is entirely beside the point that I have yet to make known.
My name is Hyuuga Neji. I am a doctor. I am a genius. I am a Hyuuga. And I am very, very bored. For you see, I am no ordinary doctor, I am one of those weird ones that science frowns upon for many, many years, until they finally go crazy and kill themselves, and drenched in their beautiful blood is all the evidence that everything they had always been saying was nothing less than true. Save for the fact that my fellow doctors and I came up with the proof before any of us went starking mad and attempted suicide. So I am a rich, bored, genius doctor, specializing in the study of psychokinesis.
Anyway, I work with a couple of geniuses that give me a superiority complex. One is Uchiha Itachi. He's the cliché tall, dark, and beautiful guy that seems to be in everyone's life. He's got this pair of long thin legs and a great frame, along with long black hair, shorter than my own, in a low ponytail. He's also got these two scars under his eyes, and no one knows where they came from, but somehow, he makes scars sexy.
I swear, someone would shoot themselves if they knew my thought process was so immature, considering nearly all the words that escape my lips are longer than ten letters.
Another person I work with is Nara Shikamaru. He's fairly cute, and has the mop of brown hair in a high ponytail that sticks up like Vegeta. Vegeta is a character off of a show my cousin Hanabi had been obsessed with for a week in her younger years, something about a bunch of glass spheres with little stars on them that have magic powers. Although the premise sounds innocent, there was a rather excessive amount of violence, for a while I worried if she was going to pick up on all she was learning. I have yet to know.
And lastly, Mr. Uchiha Sasuke. He's my favorite by far, he's so amusing. He's my little gay boy in denial pet. I am twisting him around my finger, and it is positively hilarious. He's pretty, he's sort of like a more submissive version of Itachi, except for the hair. His hair is more Seme than mine. Anyway, he's very smart, very emo, and one day I'm just going to walk up to him, give him a hug, and say "cheer up emo kid!". That is, if I can manage to get those alien earphones off his head.
Everyone here is rather sad, and I'm not excluding myself, we're all kind of pathetic. We swore ourselves into hell with smiles and ambition. Okay, maybe calling the office hell is a bit strong. It's like permanently staying in a three star hotel, save for you babysitting some psychokinetics every waking moment of your life. It's a dangerous job, I knew so when I signed up, but I don't really care. I want to understand how people can make things explode by staring at them.
Speaking of which, I heard a pyrokinetic and a shape-shifter were discovered hiding out together last week in the desert. They managed to get away though. The details are hardly finalized, but they'll probably be our newest patients, that is, if the government can find them again. Hah. Patients. What a cruel way to describe them. They aren't sick or disabled, but still they voluntarily waste their lives away under pins and needles.
Anyways, about right now I should be going to my room, putting on something descent, going to the lab to analyze some test results, having a cup of coffee, breaking into Hinata's room and steal a few more of her shoujo manga, so on, so forth, but I think I'm going to go harass Sasuke a little bit. He's my pet. He's my brat. I shall love him, and squeeze him, and give him erections, and I will find it hilarious. If three dots were a sentence, I would be using it about now. I am such an idiot in my own head, it's pathetic. I wouldn't be surprised if Ino snuck into my mind to hear me act like a dumbass, but then got so irritated with me acting dumb she quit. Probably. Oh, the woe of I.
I walk downstairs and am mildly pleased to see we have visitors. Gaara is sitting uncomfortably between his sister and brother, glowering at a nearby wall with utmost disgust. I attempt to not snigger at the hot pink bag he has clutched in his left hand. Ino is sitting in a leather chair facing her father. He's a scary guy, even with that American hair of his, he's threatening looking. The sort of 'touch my baby girl and I kill you' threatening. They both are laughing merrily, and judging by the box in Ino's hand, he had brought her some new clothes. I don't see Haku, which doesn't surprise me, Zabuza rarely visits, and even when he does they don't hang around in the open area much.
My gaze skims over to Nurse Sakura, who is doing her best to ignore someone I could probably never forget. Rock Lee, a comrade, if not a rival, of mine from high school, was chatting non-stop about none other than the power of youth. I didn't blame her. When I was in high school, Lee, myself, and Nurse TenTen had been in the same class, and as destiny should say, we were put in a group with each other for about four or five years. Our teacher had been Gai-sensei, who went by no other name than such, and Lee became none other than his clone. I could never forget a guy like Lee.
"YOUTHFUL FRIEND NEJI!"
Not that that is necessarily a good thing. I waved nonchalantly and ended up going over, the only reason being was the glare I was receiving from Nurse Sakura was rather frightening. I chatted with my old classmate and managed to get him away from Sakura on a TenTen hunt long enough for the pink haired nurse to get far, far away.
To my surprise I see Hiashi-sama standing awkwardly in the doorway. He must be looking for Hinata-sama, whom I haven't seen all day. Since she almost always finds me by this time of day, I'm going to assume she's on another date. Yes. Hinata-sama has a love life, let us all gasp in unison. I don't mean that in any cruel way, my cousin is hardly unattractive and can melt hearts like butter, but the type of guy she seems to like are the loud and obnoxious ones, who usually can't stand all of her blushing, stuttering, and tendency to be on the quieter side of things. But the one she's dating now, Inuzuka something, must like her, for they've been dating for almost six months. Hiashi still doesn't know, and I intend to keep it that way.
To my surprise, he calls me with the intent of speaking to I and I alone. Hiashi rarely visits, and the few times he does it's usually to check up on Hinata-sama and see if she may reconsider going back to the Hyuuga family business. I walk over to him, bow slightly, and straighten back up pushing a lock of my hair behind an ear.
"Ah, Neji, son…"
Oh my god. He called me 'son'. I am disturbed. I am irritated as well, my father died in a war when I was only four, my mother ran away with some drunken fool when I was two, Hiashi is by no means my father, and I am by no means his son. I would be more irritated, but I am starting to daydream, and my eyes get all glassy whenever I do so, and it becomes obvious I am not listening. Oh the joys of having no pupils. If you couldn't tell, that was sarcasm, in asterisks if my mind had that function as well.
"Anyway…are you even remotely paying attention to me?"
"No."
I replied this quite flatly and Hiashi seemed taken aback. I was always known for honesty, not quite of the brute fashion, but I do not lie often. If Nurse TenTen were to approach me and ask me if some god awful pink and red paisley dress looked good on her, I would probably smile awkwardly and suggest something else. I'm not rude, but I won't let people live in sick little delusions. Speaking of such, I have been tuning out Hiashi's reprimands for five minutes; maybe I should say something.
"…With the attention span of a rat I cannot believe!"
Or possibly not.
An hour later I have a cup of coffee in my hand and a bottle of Advil in my pocket. To my surprise, Hiashi had come to ask me to take charge of the Hyuuga business when he is gone. I told him there was no way in the nine layers of hell I was leaving my job to take care of the Hyuuga business. He was irritated. So was I. That man irritates me far too much so to be healthy. Sure, teenagers readily despise parental figures. I'm not a teenager, my brain is fully developed, and save for the fact that I like all the chocolates in the box, if you catch my drift, I'm pretty hormonally intact. So why do I hate Hiashi so much? I don't know. He's just a bastard.
I open the door of my room and set my coffee down on top of the TV set. Housekeeping has been in, not that they really need to come to my room. It's the kind of room someone suffering chronic obsessive-compulsive disorder would have, hideously clean and sparkly. However, no such disorder exists within me, I only suffer depression, and it's being controlled with a high daily dosage of Zoloft.
I drink some of my coffee, but it tastes bitter and old, and I toss it. I have already removed my doctor's tuxedo, which is some running inside joke that originated when Haku had been drugged about eight months back. It had been rather cute actually; Haku hadn't been sleeping, so Itachi gave him a drug. For about an hour before he fell asleep he said some rather hilarious things, one being a comment about how he wished he could go to the school prom like Sasuke…or something like that. He had mistaken the uniform for a tuxedo, and, well I guess you would have had to have been there. I am now wearing a pair of tight dark blue jeans and a tight black turtleneck sweater. My goal: bug someone to go on an espresso date with me at Starbucks.
After I got through Sakura, Hinata-sama, TenTen, Itachi, and Shikamaru I decided pretty much the only person left was Sasuke. This was amusing, actually, as I adjusted my sweater and stepped into the elevator. It would go to the top floor, then I would take the emergency exit steps up to the roof, where I would find him, bobbing his head to the beat of god knows what in those nerdy headphones, and face buried in a book, probably something cool, like a manga based off a horror movie or a book like The Catcher in the Rye, or something. The ding sounded and the doors opened.
The hallway was murkier up here, not because it was any less unkempt, but because the lighting cast particularly dark shadows on this floor. I walked down the hall to the doors and pushed them open. The stares weren't clean at all. The one white was now dark gray and remnants of bugs littered everywhere. Ignoring it, I walked up the steps and opened the small door that led out to the roof.
It was one of those cliché beautiful sceneries. The sun was setting and the sky was washed out with an array of blues, pinks, and purples, which Sasuke sat on the very edge of the building, legs hanging off, arms clasping the bars of the rail fence so he didn't fall, and his long shadow nearly reaching my feet. There were a few drops of water on his head and the lightest of rains became apparent as I approached him.
Sure enough, he was listening to some music and reading a cool book. I prodded his head lightly and he took off the headset, looking half irritated half embarrassed.
"Take off those clothes."
Now, one cannot really understand the hilarity of this situation unless they had been there. I said this in a very monotonous voice, and it had sounded way better in my mind, but it was obvious how perverted it may have been when Sasuke's eyes widened and he dropped his book. I grabbed it before it fell six stories into a garbage bin and suppressed a laugh.
"I mean get dressed in something cute and come to Starbucks with me."
Once again this was probably not the right thing to say because his eyes widened a bit more and his face went a very slight red. Well. At least I know he doesn't have an ice block for a head. I stood up, putting his nose about crotch level and offered him a hand to stand up. Sasuke disregarded the hand and shakily stood, afraid of dropping his precious headphones. Sasuke didn't take long to dress, which is more than I can say for three quarters of the people I have ever come in contact with. He walked out with a navy blue turtleneck, a pair of black pants, and a black and white striped scarf around his neck.
I didn't know whether to consider this a date or not. Sasuke, along with most people, knew I swung both ways, so was dragging him to Starbucks with me a date? I asked a bunch of other people to come with me I would never date to do so as well. Who knows, and for the record who cares? At least I'm not going alone.
We walked there, for the caffeine facility was hardly far away, and was greeted with a loud chatter, burst of warm air, and the sound of some live music playing as we opened the door. I ordered us both some espressos and Sasuke got a pair of seats on a couch facing a band of two men and one female, all sporting blue lipstick and purple hair. One guy was playing a drum set, the girl was singing, and the other guy was playing the keyboard.
I returned to Sasuke with the sugary excuses for drinks and we sat in front of the band for a few minutes sipping the cream and focusing in on the sounds around us. Well, I was doing that, and it sort of looked like he was too, but really you can never know. After a song ended the girl caught Sasuke's dark eyes and smirked.
"You're really cute, yeah!"
Correction: I thought that was a girl, but apparently not. Sasuke only blushed and looked away and I smiled at the guy, his high ponytail of purple hair perched directly on top of his head.
"Come on Sasuke-kun, be polite and say 'so are you!" I prodded snorting at my comrades now agitated face.
The guy put down his microphone and stared at Sasuke's face for a moment, color leaving his own. I was confused, but I didn't voice it, maybe the guy had some disease where he was sudden shift in blood distribution, that's very possible as well. I mean, who would be afraid of a guy just by knowing their first name?
"Well uh, yeah, we're the Akatsuki so make us famous sometime, yeah!"
I grinned, and the band began to pack up.
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End of chapter four! Can you guess who died their hair? –nudgewinkkill- Anyway, sorry it took so long, but…yeah…anyway I'm not going to write unless I get ten reviews, whether they be good or bad, I believe an author needs feedback Damnit!