My Life, Neji, and Other Time Consuming Tings

By: Moi :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. Kishi, you, and I both know that. But i do own this plot.

A/N: It's been a looooong time guys, sorry. I had completely no idea where this story was going because I seriously don't plan ahead before I write. Hopefully you haven't lost interest in the story as of yet and will enjoy this. See ya next time guys!

Summary: I smile. What a strange guy. "Hey Hun, You tryin to save this damsel in distress?" I laugh pointing to myself. "Well that's too bad Hun, didn't you know?" I turn away smiling. "I'm completely unsavable" I dive into the darkness without a second glance. NejiTen

Everyone who isn't blind takes seeing for granted

And those who are blind don't know what to expect

Being able to see the world…everything everyone else could, was such a blessing

And I used to envy them; to see just like everyone else or just to never see at all

…

But of course I just couldn't help it

Ever since then, whatever happens is just a result of that time

I've long ago stopped wishing to be "blind" or "restricted"

Why not accept being more than "those confined to the blindfold"

And that's exactly what I've been doing all this time

…

But little did I know that I wasn't the only one who had no choice in seeing more than anyone should, or that my gifts were about to get pretty damn useful

Oh, my nifty and not-so-unique-gifts; too bad they only worked one way. I could have used a little help.

Concentrate.

Concentrate properly, I tell myself.

I need to hurry….

I let my ungloved hands scale the walls as I move quickly through the halls. I need to find her now before I – (GASP) I manage to squeeze my eyes closed before the pain seeps in even more. A roaring pain begins to replicate the sound of a bong banging through my head annoyingly. I grit my teeth as I try to steady myself against the wall.

This is no time to be getting weak; I thought I'd already managed to master this. (Another gasp in pain) I'm pretty sure it's because I'm exhausted. Those dreams really aren't UNDER CONTROL, I scold myself. That's what I get for lying to myself. Guess that goes to show I should be practicing even more. But luckily there's no one in the halls to question my current condition.

I muster up an almost convincing push off from the wall with my foot and elbows. I take several deep breaths, my calming and easing mechanism, and feel a bit better. Too much time wasted, get a move on. I obey my silent command and keep moving, lightly this time, brushing my hands against the wall in silent concentration; I move down the hall making my way down the back staircase to the abandoned wing of the school ignoring the quick jabbing sensations in my hands and eyes.

"Yes."

"Yes, yes of course I understand Mr. Takahama," I respond bored yet politely as I stand in the teacher's lounge trying to move this report along. As I had predicted, sure enough, the teachers did get wind of the quarreling earlier. Luckily it only went as far as that, no one made any effort or inkling of a filled in Principal of any sort. Not even the teachers want the Principal anywhere near these types of things at school. The consequences would be…let's just say undesirable for everyone. The Student Council is a mighty force to reckon with, that's why it is our job to keep the student body at dull murmur. We are the power house of this school and everyone must act accordingly.

"Good, I'm glad you took care of the problem before the teachers had to get involved Garaa. Of course nothing less of the Vice President of the Student Council." He chuckles and smiles in appreciation with the other teachers. Before he can say anymore, I nod, bow, and politely excuse myself. As I leave the lounge I start recalling the incident myself as I head to the courtyard.

There was definitely more going on during that quarrel than just an argument. They all acted so strangely. I, myself, am not one for rumors, but if they are true…that class has more than just "history" together. I can't help but wonder how that all ties in with today. And most importantly…where is Tenten-san in all this? And where is she now?

"Vice President!"

I slip out of my silent reverie and acknowledge the three faces staring at me in question.

I walk towards them and shake my head as I give them the gist of what had happened: The fight, the class, and the report. The Student Council officers, Matsuri and the second year named Kiba, give me a slight stare in suspicion. I wave my hand submissively as I turn to the transfer student who seemed lost in thought once again, as if far away in distance. I take notice and speak pointedly to him, "Are you ready for your tour?" He looks at me as though he was never away, and nods in agreement. "I am."

This gets easier every time I note, as I slip between the dark giant doors leading into the abandoned wing, letting my hands sweep across the dusty floor as I try to get my bearings. The abandoned wing was actually a major part of the school's extended classrooms seven years ago. But a terrible fire left it unusable. Ever since, it's been cut off from the rest of the school and is forbidden to everyone. Something about it being dangerous and risk to the students' safety.

Now everything is covered in ash and dust, doors left unhinged, and desks askew in the rooms as I pass by. Now I've never quite been here myself, but I soon discover this might have been a good thing. I fight an oncoming headache from the smell of long ago burning as I come to a fork in the hall. I breathe in and out several times as I try to calm myself. I'm fighting an intruding flashback and breathe in and out one more time. I once again try to concentrate as I let my hands roam; trying to get a grasp at what I can to lead me in the direction. And as soon as I get what I need I take off to the right, and as if to confirm what I saw, I hear a quiet but clear cry down the corridor.

I run as quickly as I can and think she's there, and pick up some more speed. I'm lead to a lone closet where the whimpering has ceased. I try the door and find it jammed. I wiggle it and coerce it open with all my might until it finally opens.

There…huddled into a corner, looking up at me with tear stained eyes and a sniffling nose, looking about as sniveling as a young child, she lets out a big cry covering her eyes. A taken back, I get on my knees and crawl to her cautiously, almost tentatively. She looks so frightened. When I am directly in front of her, I call her name. "Nomu? Nomu, look at me. Look at me right now." Sniffling, she raises her head as if seeing me for the first time, and nearly tackles me in a hug. I let her do this for a minute before I have to tell her to let go.

"…You, you came. I knew you'd come." Looking at her and letting a brief smile grace my lips I answer, "Of course you silly little thing, of course...are you alright?" I attempt to cup her face and grab her hand, but she pulls away from me in an almost guilty reaction. "No…please don't. I'm alright, just please, please don't see." I stare at her dully. I try to grasp her hands once more and she flinches. My hands pauses mid air and look straight into her frightened eyes and I tell her, "You know, I obviously saw quite enough if I'm with you right now, you do realize this?" Momentarily shocked by my words and slowly coming into understanding, I take this moment and grab her hands. It only takes a second, and almost as soon as I grabbed her hands I release them and stand up. In that one second I'm given everything I wanted to know.

Not looking at her, I carefully and exaggerated, take my gloves from my pocket and slip them on. I brush the dust off my skirt and fix my knee highs. When I'm done I quickly help up her up and crouch down on one knee, arms at the open and say in an authoritive voice, "Don't start. You got a sprained ankle when they threw you in here. And you like the dummy you are, actually tried to fight back. Resulting in some bruises…need I tell you where?" I look at her ready for an argument. When I see the resignation in her eyes I continue, "Now get on." It takes a few moments before she snakes her arms around my neck and positions herself on my back. I adjust her weight on my back and waste no time, we're off.

"Damn they're taking forever."

Sigh. "And it's nearly the end of the day too."

There's about three hours left in school, and once more on a break, the class has been murmuring about this ever since Tenten had whisked out of the classroom. After she had gone, the bell had rung and the teacher came in wondering where the two of them were. They managed to cover for Nomu saying she had been called out to the art room by the teaching advisor about a meeting. The teacher didn't question this because it is a known fact she is the acting club president. Tenten's disappearance as well, wasn't the least bit suspicious due to of course being the busy Student Council President.

Moments later, in walks a graceful Tenten carrying a distraught looking Nomu on her back. The class looks up in surprise a moment before rushing over to the pair as Tenten sets the hurt girl on a vacant desk. Sakura, known medic buff, pushes her way forward noticing something wrong with Nomu. While everyone begins asking questions of the two on what had happened, Sakura examines Nomu. Tenten, quiet but forcefully tells everyone to shut up when Sakura is done. She confirms what Tenten had already known, and the class looks carefully at Tenten's face. They expect a blowup or anger of some sort, but it does not come. They are faced with a blank stare before she gets moving altogether.

Not talking to anyone in particular she asks if someone could take Nomu to the infirmary. "I'd do it myself but I…Oh. Now that I think about it, I think I'm in trouble. Sigh. I need to get going."

She starts toward the door but is pulled back by her sleeve. Ready to pull away, the perpetrator had already done so. Seeing the look on her face, Nomu quickly apologizes and asks her if she's alright. "Are you sure? You, something seems wrong." She seems ready to put her hand to her forehead before Tenten quickly moves away, "I'm fine. You're the one who needs to be looked after, not me."

Before she turns away she adds an afterthought, "And you listen to me. Don't ever hide something like this from me again, do you understand? If someone is bullying you, you tell me. Besides, hiding it is rather useless, isn't it?" With that said she promptly turns around now and is ready to leave. The class brings their attention back to Nomu and starts inquiring about her "kidnapping". Shikamaru, not having part in the class' discussion and now leaning against the door hands in pocket, calls out to her. "Garaa was looking for you. And you do look a bit unwell."

She gently nudges him out of the way and feels a sharp pain in her eyes. She smoothly grabs the doorway, to most looking cool and to a few looking like a last minute save from a fall, she breathes in and turns slowly to him. In an un-characteristic smile she says, "Hmm…I thought so, thanks." She laughs a cynical but small twinkly laugh as she heads out the door. "Don't we all at some point?" And then she was gone once more. Shikamaru looks on and after a moment, shakes his head. He kicks off the door with his foot, hands still resting in his pockets. He mutters a "troublesome" under his breath and joins the others.

I suck in air as I try to convince my mind the pain isn't as bad as its making it. The pain has returned and doubled between my exit out of the classroom and the five extra minutes it takes me to get to the Student Council room.

My eyes have gotten blurry, I have a piercing pain in my head, and my hands are trembling. I even feel as though I'm about to break out into a cold sweat. My mind is getting mixed up as I get flashing images of fire. By the time I reach the door I'm nearly doubling over in pain. The students walking pass me seem to be debating whether to help me or stay clear. Some even stand nearby almost as to make sure I don't immediately keel over.

I give them a glare and they avert their eyes. I get ready to knock on the door until it opens quickly revealing a disgruntled Garaa and two worried officers. I look at them and get ready to defend myself until I feel as though I've taken a bat to the head as a flashback runs me over. I gasp loudly still trying to talk as I see the face of Garaa shift from shocked to worry.

Something is wrong, I think, as I fall back. As I'm sure I'm about to fall back and break my skull, a figure faster then everyone trying to get to me, glides from behind them and catches me. I fall into these muscular arms in a heap. I'm nearly unconscious now and through lidded eyes I can barely make out what's going on. And that's when it happens. I'm met by white eyes boring into my own. And somehow between my raging fire flashback, near unconsciousness, and seeping pain; I'm able to grasp how familiar these eyes are. Before I close my eyes I hear this stranger say in a seeming lulling voice, "Hello. I'm Neji Hyuuga, the transfer student. And you must be The Student Council President. It's a pleasure to finally meet you." As if on cue, he smiles and I feel like I'd close my eyes forever as I let his words and the raging fire of my dreams overtake me.

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