Cheat

by Interrogated Pyjamas

Yes, because I'm a complete and utter dork I did the whole thing again from Neji's point of view so basically you'll hear the same thing as the last chapter but in Neji's point of view. Yay me.

Warning: Language, Yaoi, Shounen-Ai, Boy/Boy, M/M.

Disclaimers: I ownnothing.

Tous les garçons et les filles de Paris

Voient dans la nuit sans y voir avec folie

Je n'peux pas suivre, j'suis perdu, je le désir

Dis-moi c'est vrai, c'est l'amour ou juste Paris

Mon coeur en larmes et Paris s'enflamme

Paris s'enflamme toute la nuit

Mon coeur se désarme et Paris me réclamme

Paris me réclamme toute la nuit

Paris s'enflamme by Ladyhawke

Because it would make very little sense without it, it's Neji time.

Peanut butter Neji time, peanut butter Neji time,
I said a peanut butter Neji,
a peanut butter Neji,
a peanut butter Neji,

On a baseball bat.

And for those who may ask; no, I have never, and never want to, see an episode of Family Guy.

It's really annoying when you have a crush, it's like they take up every single minute of every single hour. You obsess, striving to know more and more about them. Their favorite color. Favorite food. Favorite flavor of crisps. I knew all of that; red, rare steak, tomato ketchup flavor. It seemed to have a bit of a red theme going on. Hyuuga's aren't meant to fall for people; marriages are traditionally family alliances, but it wasn't like that anymore, hallelujah. Hinata was with that Kiba guy; he looked like a decent bloke. Good hygiene, nice hair, no criminal record. Yes, I checked.

And if the guy was friends with Naruto then that was surely a good thing. The petite blond was like a little brother to me, and I'm sure every single person he ever knew would say that in some way shape or form. He just shone with a unique innocence that desperately needed protecting. A virtue that needed safeguarding, we were all even wary of his boyfriend, Sasuke Uchiha. They were so perfect together, so happy and content all of the time. But lately, it may have just been my imagination, but it seemed Sasuke wasn't as happy. His mind was wandering during conversation, we'd discuss something then his eyes would glaze over, he'd daydream and make little eye contact with anyone. It was plainly obvious what was happening, it was a rough patch. Everyone has them, every single couple has to go through a rough patch to test their faith and commitment.

For me, for me it was different. I had a crush on a boy. And it was quite a big crush. Too big for its own good. So I came to a conclusion that I would tell him, confess my feelings and just accept the acception or rejection. If Gaara knew what I felt, my heart would be in his hands to do as he wished, I would accept it either way. After all, if it wasn't supposed to happen, if it had no place in the bigger picture of destiny, I shouldn't pursuit it. But I have to try, they say that you shall never know until you've tried. At least if I'd risked myself and tried to explain to him my feelings, I'd know in my heart of hearts that I'd done the right thing but it just wasn't meant to be.

So off to this social gathering I went. I never attended them, I was always invited, never attended. It was an unwritten rule, Neji doesn't go to parties, so people dealt with it. But he'd be there, he'd be there and I could confess. When I arrived there was a bit of a hoo haa going on, quite chaotic, so to speak. I got random pieces of information from certain people gossiping about the situation. The words 'Naruto' and 'Sasuke' and 'cheat' and 'OMFG WHY THE FUCK WOULD HE DO THAT! I hate him now, he is soo off of my myspace top ten.' The funniest, I have to admit, was a certain Sasuke fan girl who decided to state, 'OMG! Didn't I tell you guys? Sasuke is totally dumping that Naruto whore he only went out for 'cause he wanted to make me jealous. He's dumping him for me because I'm so much more loving and that Naruto freak was apparently just out to get sex. What a slag! I mean seriously, you must be pretty desperate if you have to fake being gay to get laid. Haahahahahaaa, oh I make myself laugh so much … hehe.' She will go great places, I tell you, she will go great places.

"You seen a redhead," I asked a passerby, feeling the nerves bubbling at the pit of my stomach, I was going to do it .I was going to tell him.

"Yeah, up on the balcony," he replied, shockingly well for a man as stoned as he was. I never understood alcohol, it's a complete and utter waste of time. You get drunk, you make a complete fool of yourself, don't know what you're doing then wake up the next morning with the biggest headache or 'hangover' you have had since that adolescent bout of migraines that made you wish your hormones would just settle already.

I found Gaara on the balcony, staring out at the cityscape. It was gorgeous, black silhouettes framed against a setting sun. The setting sun seemed to set his hair alight more than usual, the flamboyant colors danced off of his locks and shocked me. He was beautiful, completely and utterly gorgeous. I couldn't help myself, I needed him. So much, so very much.

He seemed to be worried, something was on his mind, and to be honest when you're hopefully soon-to-be boyfriend is upset, you kinda want to make them feel a little better about themselves.

"You know," I stated, hoping to break the empty silence, "It's the hard times that make a man stronger." How on Earth was that supposed to make him feel better in any way shape or form?! Stupid Neji, you complete and utter retard of a guy.

He looked shocked to see me, and rightly so, I did approach pretty astonishingly quietly, if I do say so myself.

"It's in your moments of decision that destiny is shaped," now that should impress him. Hopefully now he'd think I was far more intellectual than I actually was. I heard people go for the intellectual type sometimes. The thought only seemed to depress him even more though, and I felt a surge of guilt rush through me. I watched as he ran a pale hand through red strands of hair.

"You know," I commented, "If you keep doing that you'll end up without any hair, and we wouldn't want that, would we?" Now that, that is an extremely lame attempt at being funny. At least he found it amusing, smiling slightly before adding.

"What's your name?" He'd forgotten me already? Sure we'd only hung out a couple of times and that was always with the other guys but it hurt a little thinking he hadn't remembered me at all.

"What? You've forgotten who I am already Panda?" I shrugged off the hurt feeling at the pit of my stomach and maintained a conversation. Hopefully he'd recognize me through the name, I was the only one that ever got away with calling him Panda, for some reason he went completely crazy and murderous whenever anyone else called him it. I guess it made me feel kinda wanted, being able to call him something even Naruto, his best friend, couldn't, without getting killed.

"Aww N-Neji, man I didn't ... I didn't recognize you!" Aww he was stuttering. Gaara stuttering is the cutest thing imaginable, he can pull it off far better than Hinata ever could. He's so cute when he blushes post office red and stutters his words out. It makes me want to kiss him. Eugh not again, don't tempt yourself Neji, don't tempt yourself.

"I," he continued shyly, "I, er … didn't think you came to these things." Thank the lord he started up a conversation, I couldn't at that moment, my tongue felt like it had lost all strength. How cute are Gaara's lips? I watched them as he talked, how they moved graciously, the plump pink skin stretching slightly, enticing me.

"How wise of you," I chuckled "I had an urge to come, I had a feeling something interesting was going to happen, seems I was right, huh?" I referred to the meeting with him, it was shameless flirting now but he didn't seem to have got the drift yet. I couldn't stop staring at him. I had to tell him and I had to tell him now. Before it was too late and I chickened out. I moved towards him, feeling compelled like a mouse towards a trap. He was my cheese.

"Gaara," I started nervously, "I have something I need to tell you, or more like I want to tell you." I caught his eyes, leaning in as I felt him move slowly towards me.

The kiss started off hesitant and awkward, well at least it was for me. Our lips moved in time with one another, hands feeling gently as we fell into a pleasant hum of ecstasy. I felt his hands winding into my hair as I pulled him closer, securely winding my arms around him protectively as I added more pressure to the kiss. He had a musky scent, light but enthralling all at the same time. It drove me crazy.

We both needed to breath, desperately so. I drew the kiss out for as long as possible before breaking it, panting slightly from the arousing kiss.

"I really like you," I stated nervously, watching the shock written across his face. I knew he was going to reject me. What on Earth possessed me to confess? Now I'd be the butt of every joke. Neji got rejected. I turned to walk away before feeling a shy tug at my fingers. I watched the redhead's hand as he slowly drew a line on my skin with his thumb. It was a warm and affectionate gesture, something I'd never had expected from someone as cold as Gaara.

"I," he seemed to be anxious, "I really like you too."

My heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest and start dancing the macarena on the tabletops across the whole of the city.

Most boring chapter ever.
It's official.

Even I couldn't see the depth in it.
Mehhh, I don't think the emotion or feelings are right in this chapter. I think Neji seems to change from his serious self to how I want to see him.

Sorry for the OOC ness then.

But then again, screw you if you hate OOC ness. All of my stories are OOC so deal with it bitch.
Ooh, I told you.

Crazy hormone influenced highs suck.

I bought the most amazing tshirt today. It's brilliant.

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