Hyousetsu: I UPDATED! Okays, so this chapter is mostly about this flashback at the party, like the one at Hinata's in the last chapter. I'm so sorry for not updating for so long, but I really hope you enjoy reading this! –gives brownies to all reviewers- Thank you guys sooo much! Love you guys.
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Chapter 3: Do You Feel the Heat?
Okay, the party had been absolutely painful, for one thing. Even thinking of it made Neji, our favorite Hyuuga Prodigy, red in the cheeks. However, he was completely oblivious of the villagers, those who kept casting him questioning looks at the redness on his face, but gave up questioning, knowing that they wouldn't be able to get out a single detail out of the normally quiet Hyuuga.
But the point was that they already knew what had happened, even before they had considered asking.
With one like Ino as a friend, things tended to get around at an amazing pace.
And the handprint made by a certain pink haired kunoichi had yet worn off till then. The dull ache did little to lessen the unease sitting heavily at the bottom of his stomach.
Flashback
Sakura giggled wildly, accompanied by drunk Hinata, o stood next to a certain drunk fox boy laughing maniacally and pointing a finger at a drunk Kiba. And he was spurting Martini out of his nose, quite a trick he had mastered during his previous hours at the party.
The house was dimly lit, with only lavender scented candles lighting the living room, and the "bar", consisting of a table and several bottles of alcohol, stood next to the entrance. People were milling around, and the large space in front of the hallway served as a dance floor for many others that, including Sakura and Hinata, along with Ino and Naruto, were dancing happily at. Others, consisting of Neji and Shikamaru, comfortably placed themselves on the cream colored silk couch, quite laid back. Everyone else was goofing around, while sipping their own glasses of sake. Aside from the periodical "How troublesome"s coming from Shikamaru, Neji found everything else quite peaceful, despite the frequent crashing of glass to the white plush rug in the living room.
The only reason Neji had not tried to end this revolved around a sole objection: to piss Hyuuga Hiashi off.
Luckily, Hiashi was out of Konoha at the moment, and Hinata seized the opportunity to invite the four teams to her house for a night of absolute partying, under the influence of a certain blonde kunoichi.
From all his sightseeing, he failed to notice a very giddy Sakura coming his way, swaying from side to side unstably.
All had started out fine, but slowly, as people started to get drunk, Neji had finally realized what kind of dangerous situation he had gotten himself in. Firstly, Hinata was DRUNK (I know, very unlike her indeed), and that meant that no one was left to supervise the insane group of drunk teenagers, including himself.
Secondly, a certain pink haired DRUNK – who blushing a beautiful red, he had to admit – kunoichi was pressing dangerously close to him, and there wasn't much he could do once Sakura hooked her arms around his neck, leaving his hands to place on the only other place available – her slender hips fitting tightly into her red silk miniskirt.
"Nejiiiii…" she slurred, the alcoholic smell tinged in her breath. Her lush, pink lips were curved into a slightly drunk, dazzling smile. Neji's eyes widened, and he gulped audibly. Despite the fluttery feeling in the pit of his stomach, he was starting to sweat, droplets forming on his handsome face, and his flushed cheeks were getting redder and redder with each approaching minute.
Little did he know, their awkward ways were attracting more attention then they had counted for. People were hooting, lead by Naruto and Kiba, of course, and many had turned to see what the commotion was all about.
They were about to get the shock of their lives.
"Sakura?" He face was inching closer to his, their breaths mingling with each others. During their "approach", Sakura's body had somehow found their way to the spot on the couch beside Neji, where she promptly seated herself. They were in quite an awkward position, with Neji backed up to the wall beside the sofa, and Sakura pressing closer by the minute.
They were attracting much attention, indeed.
People gasped all around them, and Neji gulped again, silver orbs widening a fraction of a second in mild apprehension. Paying no heed to those warnings flashing in his head, his body was far from listening to said consciousness. His hands had unconsciously – he carefully made a point to emphasis said point to his heretic fan girls the next day - sneaked themselves around her petite waist, and pulled her closer to his flush body, much to his own discomfort. 'Damn the irony.' Neji thought, his mind slightly hazy from the contact. His eyes lacked their normal hard spark, softening, and the misty white invading the familiar pearl from those of the Byakugan.
Snap.
Ino was watching with wide eyes, all the while her fingers pressing in a speedy blur across the keypad of her pink clad cell phone. Tenten sighed sympathetically at her anxious teammate, who seemed quite preoccupied, and smiled. Neji wouldn't know what hit him.
Especially when a certain blonde decided in a stroke of genius to sell photos to all his fan girls. Ah, the pleasure in watching him drown in hordes of maddened women.
"Hey, Neji…" Sakura murmured, her slender fingers playing with his long silky hair, pulling a few strands from the low ponytail he usually kept them in, and grinned, her face holding a goofy yet seductive smile to it. By that time, absolutely EVERY person had come to see the act they were putting on. As if it was all an act.
"You're drunk." Yes, he was indeed stating the obvious. Why was he here again? Oh yes, he was here because his cousin had accidentally failed to remind him that a certain chaotic event was taking place right then and there. How nice.
Sakura glared at him with all the she could muster in her drowsy state, a light blush tinting her puffed cheeks. "What makes you say that, jerk?"
Fighting to keep the smirk intact, Neji allowed a close-to-nothing tilt to his lips.
"I don't say so, I know so."
"Tricky bastard."
"Sadly." This time, he didn't manage to stifle the full-blooming smirk from taking over.
She huffed, cheeks expanding akin to a puffer fish, before turning back to those chocolate strands between her fingers emerald orbs trained onto them.
"…you pain in the ass."
"So I've heard."
She was glaring at him again. Ah, the wonders of glaring.
"Asshole." She muttered under her breath, and being the Hyuuga he was, he remained silent, though the smirk on his face decreased non-a-bit.
"I wasn't the first one to start this, you know." Sakura could feel him stare pointedly at her, his mouth tilted in a smug expression.
She trailed a finger down his collarbone, eyes glazing over and eyelids slightly drooped. "You added fuel to the fire."
"Oh, did I?" He was mocking her, she could tell. Especially by the innocent look he was shooting her from his position, with her on his lap.
"Yes, you did, and stop with the innocent look. It's pathetic." Neji was smirking again, but this time, Sakura could feel the mirth radiating from his body.
"Well, it deems to work with others, so I might as well give it a try."
"And you fully knew that it wouldn't have worked."
"Have I?" Oh, how much she wanted to punch that smug smirk off his handsome face.
'Nice try, Hyuuga, but not good enough.'
"I'm not your average fan girl, you see." Vaguely distracted by the stench of alcohol, Neji managed to replace his smirk with something akin to a smile. A curve on a handsome face, you say.
"Then what are you?"
It was Sakura's turn to smirk.
"What am I to you?"
There was silence accompanied by sharp intakes of breath, as the audience awaited an answer from the surprised Hyuuga.
Wisely, he decided not to answer her question.
"Hn." Neji was fighting to keep his eyes open and his consciousness in check, while breathing in the intoxicating delicate scent of the green eyed women that was currently sitting next to him. She smelled like vanilla and cherries. He glanced at her pink lips, wondering what they tasted like if he was ever to taste—
'WHOA. BAD NEJI. GET A GRIP!' His mind was screaming, and Neji winced at the loud sound that was penetrating in his blurry mind.
Nevertheless, he ignored the screaming voice.
"What do you do to your hair? It's so… soft…" she grinned again, but this time, the corner of her lips pulled up a bit higher, and she pressed herself closer to the Hyuuga prodigy, fingering a loose strand of chestnut hair, pulling lightly.
"Mmm— Ow!" Neji winced and glared slightly at Sakura, who had plucked said hair off his head and was now grinning at him happily, while examining the delicate piece pinched between her two fingers.
But the hell of it. The point was that he was freaking awake now, and VERY freaking embarrassed.
His face was practically glowing red in embarrassment, while desperately trying to free himself from the iron grasp of Sakura, who was grabbing his sleeve, eyes closed.
Naruto AND Hiashi would never let him hear the end of it.
Wait. Hiashi?
His silver eyes widened fearfully as he glanced at Hiashi, who was standing in silent rage at the front door, eyeing them like they was some kind of alien from some planet man kind never knew existed. Everything fell into an uncomfortable silence, only the sound of a glass cup falling to the floor and breaking into a million pieces, the liquid inside tainting the supposedly white carpet of the Hyuuga estate. Hiashi glanced at the mess in disgust, and turned his firm gaze back to the crowd. Many backed away from the menacing aura said Hyuuga was giving off, and he glared at them, pearl colored eyes scanning the room once again, his eyes resting for a moment on the troubled Hyuuga heiress. Hinata gasped, and fidgeted with her fingers, her eyes downcast.
"Out." The single command filled the silent room, and many stared at him, muscles tense. He was known for his power in Konoha, and no one wanted to test his capacity.
So, as the next moment went by, everyone was already out and running for their dear lives, with the exception of a sleeping Sakura, a fidgeting Hinata, and himself. He looked at his uncle, and bowed low.
"Uncle."
Hiashi merely glanced his way for a moment, before settling his stern gaze back to his daughter, who was looking away, eyes downcast. Hiashi's eyes narrowed, and he spoke, his voice beholding no emotion, only slight disappointment, which Neji heard, despite the low volume the Hyuuga was talking in.
"I'm very disappointed in you, Hinata. I thought I taught you better."
His cold words seemed to strike a chord in the Hyuuga heiress, and Neji could clearly see that her lips were quivering and those white irises were filled with unshed tears.
"You are dismissed."
Hiashi walked slowly, straight past Hinata, and towards Neji, who had long ago given up in pulling the pink haired women off of him once he found out that she had went into deep slumber, faint sounds coming from her in a rhythmic pace. Hiashi approached him, his eyes allowing no argument.
"Bring her to your room."
Neji stared wide eyed at his uncle, and despite Hiashi being the cold shinobi he was, he smirked, eyes lined with mischief.
"Yes, you heard me. Your room. Just let her sleep for now."
Before Neji could reply, Hiashi had already disappeared down the dark hallway, his long brown hair flowing behind him.
Neji stared at the retreating form moving down the hallway, but his eyes settled on the sniffling Hinat. Large tear drops were rolling down her reddened cheeks and pooling at her chin as she sobbed quietly, her hands moving to wipe away the tears covering her cheeks. He sighed. Troublesome.
Damn. He was sounding just like Shikamaru.
One arm hoisting the sleeping Sakura into a more comfortable position, his other hand searched his pocket, feeling around for the familiar piece of fabric he always kept with him. For once, it was put to a good use.
"Hinata-sama."
Hinata glanced up from her quiet crying, only to see something white flutter over to her, in which she caught in her hands. Glancing closely, she saw that it was a handkerchief, colored in nothing but white. The lace-less piece of fabric felt soft in her small hands, and she glanced at Neji, whose back was turned to her. He had one of his arms beneath Sakura's knees, while the other supported her back and shoulders, preventing her from falling out of his grip.
Hinata dried the corner of her eyes, before smiling slightly at her cousin, her eyes showing gratitude.
"Thank you." She whispered, fully knowing that despite the pace that Neji was going at, his hearing would have been able to pick up her thanks.
He went on without stopping, but not before turning slightly, a small smirk plastered on his face, before disappearing behind a corner.
Hinata smiled, the slight curve of her lips blossoming into a full smile.
"Sakura-chan... Take care…"
Neji found his back aching from the awkward position he was in, with Sakura's hands still grabbing on tightly to his plain white shirt, not loosening her vice like grip even with Neji's futile attempts to pulls her off. She muttered something in her sleep, and her eyebrows creased. Pulling hard, Sakura jerked at Neji's shirt, thus causing Neji to tumble over and land right in front over her face, eyes wide and fully alert. His face was heating up at a relatively fast pace, and with the small smile on her face and those soft, pink lips open slightly were not helping the situation he was in now. He cursed under his breath, muttering mostly to himself and gripping her petite hands, semi-desperately prying them away from his spotless cotton tee. He glanced at Sakura as she whimpered due to her loss of heat, eyebrows kitting and slender arms slowly coming up to wrap around her chilled shoulders to the exposed brutal cold. It seemed like even the great Hyuuga Neji felt guilt severely nowadays.
Silently, while still silently trying to pry of her death grip on his shirt, but with no avail, He studied her face silently, eyes tracing down her pink silk tresses, (cough) wide forehead, long eyelashes, and finally down to her lips, those that looked so nice to kis-
'DAMN IT NEJI!' his mental self smacked him right across the face. Literally. 'GET A FRIKKIN' GRIP OF YOURSELF! YOU CAN'T FALL FOR THAT EVIL WOMEN! SHE EMBARRASSED THE HELL OUTTA YOU! HOW THE HELL CAN YOU STAND HERE ADMIRING SOMEONE WHO TORTURED YOU FOR THE WHOLE DAMN DAY?'
Well, he couldn't say much to that. Not that he wanted to, anyway.
He sighed, before gazing at the women who was still grabbing his shirt like her life depended on it, and smirked a bit. She intrigued him. One night wouldn't hurt, would it?
Before he knew it, he had already fallen asleep, back to the wall while sitting next to Sakura, snoozing away, and with Sakura snuggling against his chest, asleep.
Soft rays of sunlight flooded through the curtains, illuminating the formerly dark room, before it directed its wrath onto Sakura, who blinked and squinted at the offending source of discomfort emitting from the window. Her head hurt, and she felt heavy, her body weighing down and refusing to move. 'DAMN THE CONSEQUENCES OF ALCHOHOL!' Inner Sakura screamed. Well, she could care less then, since she had the whole morning to sleep away. Sighing, she rolled over, snuggling closer to the source of warmth beside her, and sighed contently, eyes closed. Oddly, it felt as if though her pillow was moving, and not to mention breathing. It seemed too alive for her taste.
Damn. She didn't remember that she had a moving pillow.
She grumbled something incoherent under her breath, and glanced up, emerald orbs scanning the person from head to toe.
"Mom? What are you doing at my house?"
Neji's brow shot sky high, and his mouth twitched, a sure sign of his annoyance.
"I'm not your mom, Sakura." He watched as Sakura buried her head back into her "pillow".
"Dammit, mom, you've said that before when I was still in the academy. You said I came with the strawberry box," The strawberry box, eh? "Why start now?" She mumbled, and Neji twitched a bit more, before settling on flipping Sakura over and shaking her awake. "Open your eyes, dammit!"
Sakura slowly opened her emerald green eyes, and the back of her hand swept up to rub at her eyes. Then she looked up at the man sitting next to her.
Hrm. Black pants. White shirt. Not her typical coloring, but not bad. Brown hair. White eyes. Konoha Headban- wait. Her eyes darted up to the person's face, only when her stare met the observing gaze of silver. She wondered what kind of position they were actually in. Then, to her horror, she found herself curled up against Neji's chest, her head resting on his shoulder. She blushed madly; her face flashed red in a glow akin to the one of a neon sign, whiled Neji just cocked an slender eyebrow, watching in amusement as Sakura struggled to get up into a sitting position. She snatched her hands away from his waist, as if though she was burned by the contact, and blushed even more when she saw him staring at her, an amused look plastered his face.
How much she wanted to smack his overly arrogant ego.
Turning away, she caught sight of a grumbling Neji, who sat up, while getting off the bed. He padded softly towards his closet, opening it and looking around, as if looking for something, leaving Sakura there, fumbling with her thoughts.
'Oh my god, what the HELL does he think he was doing, sitting next to me! How long has he been there? What the hell did he do! What-"
'Oh, Sakura, stop being so CHILDISH for your own good. He was damn WARM, man!' Inner Sakura chided, grinning, her face lined with triumph.
'SHUT UP!'
'Don't say that. You know fully well that you're talking to YOURSELF, do you?' Inner Sakura laughed maniacally before she disappeared, leaving Sakura fuming at herself.
She sucked in some air, before screaming. Birds flew from their perches on the trees, and animals scurried back to their homes.
Somewhere in Konoha, Naruto rubbed his eyes, grumbling, before glancing at his clock. Muttering a string of curses under his breath, he fell back onto his feathery pillow, asleep and snoring peacefully.
"PERVERT! –slap-"
Once out of the house, sympathetic looks were cast his way the time he was walking, and he vaguely wondered how everyone seemed to know so much about him.
End of Flashback(Yes, quite a long for a flashback)
Now, with Naruto standing before him, laughing his ass off and wiping tears from his cerulean eyes, Neji wanted nothing more then to punch his stupid laughing face in.
Damn. He shouldn't have told him. Even though Naruto was the one to rid him of his past, the loud blonde laughing – heck, anyone who laughed at him – was going to pay. Dearly. His brow was twitching in irritation, with his Byakugan threatening to get into action when he felt a vein pop out onto his forehead. His hands shook from the temptation to strangle the amused blonde, and his mind went over the various ways of 'fun killing'. Here he was, telling him about all that crap he had ensued. And he laughs his ass off at him. Great. Perfect. He had to stop being so sarcastic.
His mind unconsciously drifted towards a certain pink haired kunoichi, her smile imprinted in his mind, the wall she laughed- He shook his head, mentally slapping himself hard across the face, before glaring at the still laughing shinobi, who was clutching his stomach in pain from laughing so long. Crystal blue eyes were lined with tears as his deep laughter echoed through the forest, leaving many animals in question of what the hell they were doing.
30 minutes later, and with a black eyes imprinted onto the left side of his face, Naruto recovered from his maniacal laughter, and was sitting on the ground cross legged, a lop sided grin hanging onto his features. Neji's glare intensified, those white eyes of his burning holes into his skull. Naruto whimpered under his killer gaze, his clear blue eyes widening in fear of Neji, while said Hyuuga allowed his pissed aura to roll off him like waves.
However, Naruto was determined not to freak out. He still had the 'thing' he had gotten from the party… MUHAHAHA! Barely containing his evil cackle, Naruto glanced at Neji mischievously, a look which Neji caught and dreaded. With all those pranks Naruto was able pull off, he didn't doubt his ability to embarrass him right in front of the village. Damned. The grin was spreading like a disease, covering all of his features, while his bangs hung over his face, serving as a blonde sunny curtain.
Neji gulped. This was not good. He took a step backwards into the crisp snow.
Naruto was shaking by them, before he dropped his head backwards, laughing like a madman. Neji was inching backwards, his back scraping against bark, while Naruto, who had sprang from his position on the mesh grassland, grinned at him hysterically. In a wisp of white, something white and light was held captive between his index finger and thumb, while itself was fluttering in the breeze, threatening to fly away if he had ever let go. Neji eyed Naruto warily, for looked at him, feigning innocent with his gigantic crystal eyes.
The feeling of discomfort settled once again at the pit of his stomach, driving the world around him in dizzying circles.
Naruto proceeded to wave the picture right under Neji's chin, before snatching the fragile piece away from the snatching hands of said shinobi. "Aw, Neji! Don't look at me like that! Or else I'll let go of this picture!" he squawked slyly, grinning like a mad school girl, while the picture fluttered gently in the winter wind. Neji eyed him accusingly, his doubting glances tinged with a pint of curiosity
Before his face draining of its already not-so-healthy color, replaced by a ghostly pale.
He just freaking found out what the hell he was holding between those rough fingers of his. He stared scornfully at the blonde, who felt the air around him dive down a few degrees, and Naruto shivered, before regaining his composure, the picture still locked securely between his pink fingers that were slightly numb from the cold.
However, he just about melted into a bubbled puddle of puss when Neji glowered at him, the fierce killer look in his eyes fueled by the future hokage's discomfort.
And Naruto still had the guts to pat his butt two times before using a finger to pull down one side of his cheek, sticking his tongue out at him in a mocking manner.
Neji felt the vein on his forehead throb and his pulse quicken as he thought of the consequences of a pissed off Sakura chasing his around Konoha, her pink locks blowing wildly in the wind while he ran for his dear, petite life. Man, were women scary at times.
Neji swallowed audibly, trashing that thought into the back of his mind along with many others, he glared at the Kyuubi kid, who was once again smiling smugly at the Hyuuga prodigy in a sardonic way. "Who the hell took that damned picture?" he spit out between gritted teeth, obviously refraining from the urge to bite the blonde head off with all him might. He stood there, calm and all, but Naruto could feel Neji tense as he waited for his reply.
Naruto was grinning that stupid grin of his again. Damn him. He was going to slaughter whoever took that freaking picture.
"Shino did."
Correction. He was going to buy bug spray and slowly, painfully suffocate said bug controller, then throw his remnants down a cliff, along with his stupid pictures plus camera.
"Let's make a wager, shall we?" asked Naruto slyly, the sweetness of his high pitched voice stabbing Neji's eardrums. Sighing in desperation, the Hyuuga prodigy rubbed his ears, slowly massaging sore spots here and there. 'Bad, Hyuuga, bad.'
"Does that mean no? I get to keep the picture?" Naruto pinned Neji down with a honey-coated stare, and Neji didn't like the glint and the slightest flicker of mischief flashing through those sky blue orbs.
"What…?" he managed to spit out in venom before he relented from the urge to slash a certain someone's –cough- fox-cough- head off.
Naruto's grin broadened. Neji could feel the shiver finding its way up his spine.
"Kiss Sakura-chan, and you get the picture." Neji could hear his jaw bluntly hitting the floor in a 'thud' and watch as Naruto spit out gales of laughter from his overly excessive mouth. Ah, the pride of a Hyuuga. Such distance. Sigh.
"Deal?" waving the picture back and forth with only his index and thumb holding the masterpiece in place, Naruto pined down the sputtering Hyuuga with a look of overfilled mischief and amusement. This was going to be one hell of a show.
"… You do know that you're about to be discarded of with your remnants never found, do you?"
"Since never did I know."
'Sakura-chan would love this.'
After leaving off a peal of laughter in his wake, Naruto sped off, with a pissed off Hyuuga right at his heel.
Sakura was grumbling under her breath, her mind still piecing together the fragments of her memory together, especially those of yesterday night. All she remembered was drinking her first shot of alcohol, doing something with Ino cheering her on, and then, in the morning after it all happened, finding herself in the same room, nevertheless, the same bed as the hottest Hyuuga in the village.
A blush was slowly creeping up her clear features, leaving her mind slightly hazy from the heat radiating from her head. It wasn't wholly unpleasant though, she mused, since she found herself in a rather comfortable position on the mattress, while the Hyuuga sat beside her, his strong frame being the center of warmth.
Her face flared at her thoughts, and she raised her hands to rub them together in a gesture of warming herself, with the freezing wind blowing fiercely against her already flushed skin. Her petal-colored locks flapped across her beautiful face, and she quivered from the cold.
It was December seventh already, and she was supposedly headed to find her 'teammate' for the time being, however finding his presence lacking from every place her mind could muster. Heck, she even asked Lee, and as a proud survivor of his blazing shine, she was left crestfallen when he shouted to the world in all his Rock Lee glory that he, in fact, did not know where said Hyuuga was currently at and doing what so.
'Since when did you start to care, anyway?'Inner Sakura scoffed, and Sakura could almost imagine the lines of self-satisfaction twirling about.
Sighing, she pulled her pink fluffy coat closer to her lithe form, and preceded with her journey, her lips pushed into a thin line. Though, in the distance, she could make out two blurry figures, one clad in a bright orange that made it almost impossible to look at, and one who was clad in a snowy white, and she didn't need to think twice before identifying the racing figures heading at a inhuman speed her way. She raised a hand to her lush pink lips to call at Neji, but however found herself attacked by a gust of wind as the twosome raced forward, completely ignoring her existence. Well, that was before they stopped quite a distance away, then heaving their bodys towards the general direction of Sakura. Naruto seemed to be bickering with Neji about something, while Neji bit back at him, his face flushed while he desperately tried to free his hands from the uncomfortable position they were held at.
Sakura glared at him through narrowed emerald, before making her way towards the duo, oblivious of all those glances her fan boys were casting her, and those looks by passer people were throwing towards her.
Upon arriving next to the two, Sakura glared at them, watching Neji stiffen, much to her satisfactory, and Naruto rub the back of his unruly blonde tresses, a habit that he had earned during his genin days that had unconsciously tagged along during all those years.
Neji could feel the cold sweat drenching the back of his shirt as he frantically reviewed of all the mushy scenes he had been forced to witness in those lovey dovey movies Tenten had managed to pull off. ('Threat,' Tenten would always say, 'is of great convenience.') She always ended up sniffling with fat tears rolling down her puffy cheeks when the two people would say something incredibly romantic -or stupid, in Neji's opinion, as he always yawned and slept at those parts - and then they would do the mouth to mouth work that he was supposed to do at this specific moment.
Which he dreaded.
He pointedly ignored those frequent murmurs running around them, a small crowd already surrounding them in a tight circle. But it seemed more like the whole village of Konoha was surrounding threesome.
Sakura vaguely wondered why everyone was so interested in their personal lives, instead of minding their own businesses like they were supposed to.
'It's now or never.' Bracing himself for the worst, Neji stepped up to Sakura, who stood there, glancing uneasily at him, clearly sending him a signal of distrust behind those slit pools or green.
Catching her chin between his nimble fingers, Neji bowed down slightly, his brown locks brushing and tumbling down her heavily cloaked shoulder, since he was about one head taller then her. Sakura felt a warm pair of lips brush themselves across her left cheek softly, before his warm fingers left her face, leaving her there blushing like there was no tomorrow.
People gasped all around them, and gossip spread across the crowd, with people busy dialing their less fortune friends to tell them what in earth they had unfortunately missed. Fan boys fell to the ground, sobbing and drowning themselves inside their own tears, while fan girls cried hysterically as they did so.
Naruto stood there, the shock and delight lighting his sharp face gleefully. He knew he had skill in this type of thing. Blushing a brilliant shade of cherry, Neji turned sharply to face the snickering kyuubi boy, who was clutching his stomach in silent laughter, while tears sprang to his cerulean eyes.
"Give me the freaking picture." Neji growled, his eyes ablaze, while a certain to-be-hokage shuddered at the glare he was sending him.
With his personal victory still resounding in his mind, Naruto grinning, his face glowing, literally. "But you didn't do it mouth-to-mouth!"
It was Neji's turn to smirk. Things were finally going his way. "You didn't specify where." The glint in Neji's eyes was giving Naruto the impression that he was about to eat him alive, and Upon realizing his deadly mistake, the soon-to-be hokage only maximized his grin until they reached the sides of his face. Neji backed away. He had a bad feeling about this.
"If you could catch me!" Laughing
"MEHHEHEHEHE! YOU'LL NEVER CATCH ME YOU BIG MEANIE! MUHAHAHHAHA!" People stared as Naruto ran for all he was worth, grinning and mocking the pissed Hyuuga running after him.
But that was before he ran into something, or someone to be exact.
Leaving the limp body of the supposed to be Future Hokage there on the sidewalk, they left the bystanders to gawk at the beaten up –ahem- witness –cough-. Clutching the picture to her heaving chest, Sakura let out a content sigh, a small smile evident on her glossy lips, while Neji walked beside her in long strides, his every move graceful and deliberated. Flipped up the picture, Sakura eyed Neji with wide emerald orbs, before glancing down at the slip of photogenic paper that Neji had given his life to chase down. Sakura blushed crimson at the contents, and glanced up at Neji, who smirked slightly. Keeping her head down, she clutched the offending piece of crap under her bone-crushing grasp, before loosening her hold on the crumpled piece, following its trail as it tumbled from her nimble fingers onto the concrete below. The wind blew, and the picture was swept away, rolling into a distant bush.
Neji observed her, while she huffed, her cheeks puffing up, and her eyebrows creasing together. She looked unbelievably… what was that word… ah, yes. Appealing.
He marveled at the new feeling unraveling inside of him, and took the chance to glance at Sakura, who also happened to be sneaking a peek at him as well. Turning away, they both fought the blush threatening to stretch across their frozen cheeks.
At least that was a start.
Kakashi strolled through the park, his jounin vest topped with a gray fuzzy hoodie that kept at least a little warmth to his frost-covered body, while his onyx eyes were trained onto his orange book that clearly screamed 'mature', and him, obviously, was enjoying the events unfolding about in that little perverted book of his.
That was before he managed to step on an interesting ball of crushed paper that strangely resembled a photo.
He bent down, with much effort on his side, and grabbed the small tumbled photo with his numb fingers, while unfolded and ceased the creases, his eyes still attached to that book of his. His eyes averted from the perverted illustrations on his book for a moment, long enough before he turned back to his book, continuing on with his adult rated reading.
Not long after, he did a double take, eyes widening to stare at the crumpled photo held between his pale fingers. Lifting a calloused hand to scratch his silver-gray hair, Kakashi lifted an eyebrow, his dark orbs showing genuine surprise.
Suddenly, a brilliant thought struck the ingenious mind of the great Kakashi and he looked up to the gray sky, lined with rain clouds flouting above his head. He sighed, thouse his lips were still twisted in a smirk, well hidden beneath his mask. With that plan of his, he hoped that it didn't rain the day his inspired plan was set to work.
Evil cackles resounded the seemingly gray park, and kids ran to their mothers, crying and sobbing about a mad man cackling behind the bushes.
Hyousetsu: YESS! I FINISHED THE THIRD CHAPTERRR:D I thoroughly enjoyed writing this, especially the Kakashi part. I hope I really get to see him wearing a hoodie someday. –sighs dreamingly-
It was awesome with all your reviews, and I thank every one of you guys for all those responses! I enjoyed reading them all. –grins-
And what's Kakashi going to do? –does drumroll effect- Coming in the next chap. :D
&& I'm hoping to get some NejiSaku stuff into the next chap. and nice stuff. -huggs all the reviewers- love you guys!
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