Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
"She scares me sometimes, you know," remarked Neji idly, as if he was commenting on the weather.
"Oh? How so?" asked Asuma, curious to find out more about the elusive kunoichi.
"She kills when she has to, calm and unblinking and everywhere all at once with blood on her face, and then she just- just switches whatever-it-is off and smiles at me and asks how I'm holding up.
"She's so normal, yet at the same time so fucking insane."
Neji gave a self-depreciating chuckle, glancing sideways at Asuma.
"I hate spiders. Can't stand them. But at the same damn time, I know if I ever meet the guy who fucked me up again, I won't hesitate to kill him for the second time.
"Second time?"
"Bastard's dead. Nearly took me with him, but didn't quite manage. Ha."
Neji let out a dry laugh, almost like a cough.
"I guess I'm so fucking insane as well."
Sakura stood alone in the middle of the field, breathing heavily as she finished her exercises. Neji stood, brushing off his pants and began to walk towards her. He stopped and looked back over his shoulder at Asuma.
"But then, aren't we all?"
All fighters in a war are just a little bit nuts. You have to be, to kill and then go back to a civilian lifestyle.