The Switch
Chapter Five – What a Bloody Mess!
A/N: I never anticipated the kind of response to this story that it has gotten lately. I'm mind-blown and glad you are all enjoying it. I appreciate all the reads, follows, favourites and reviews. Thank you so much. Remember that whether this ends up as NejiTen or SasuTen depends on you. So do tell me which you prefer, I'm down for whichever.
A canopy of luminous stars flickered into and out of existence amongst the ocean of blackness above. The faint brush of the wind against a puddle of water on the ground sent ripples that ruffled the stillness of the surface, and shattered the reflection of the moon. If that wasn't enough to distort the mirroring assemblage of the glittering skies and lunar luminescence, then the foot that stepped into the pool would.
The splash that resulted from the contact was accentuated by a feline growl and a sibilant expletive.
Annoyance had a two-fisted grip around Sasuke's slender neck. "Stop pulling my arm, damn it."
Tenten halted in her tracks and looked over her broad shoulders at the vessel that had been stolen from her, "It's not my fault you're fucking clumsy."
He bit out another curse and tried to free himself of the death grip his fragile bones were closed under. It was an attempt in vain.
"It's not my fault your body has two left feet," he tilted his chin upward but he was barely clinging to his composure.
A moment of agonizing cramp saw him closing his eyes. It seemed to only heighten his awareness of the feel that his stomach walls were collapsing into each other.
"These things should come with a manual," he commented dryly, idly kicking out a foot.
The one-time brunette crushed his wrist beneath her fingers and smirked as he winced. "Watch your mouth Uchiha. I have the upper hand when it comes to strength remember?" her lips curved in a faintly contemptuous smile. "And I have absolutely no problem knocking you down a peg should the situation call for—" Tenten stopped abruptly, taken aback by the starkness of her former features.
A flash of pain entered the brown eyes and an uneasy feeling crept up her spine as Sasuke glared back at her. The first two days of her cycle were usually the worst in terms of the heaviness of flow and level of discomfort. It was sometimes so severe she had to skip school. A part of her relished the idea of seeing the impassive little shit doubling over in agony, but the other part—the recessive part—sympathized with him.
"Are you having cramps?" she was certain the all too triumphantly mocking expression which seemed permanently etched into her new face was very much in place.
Sasuke's belly clenched, and the cramping feeling was strong enough now to make his forehead bead with sweat. He shifted uncomfortably. "Should I?" he asked tartly. His voice was low however, and it barely managed to hide the tremble.
An icy silence stretched long into the semi-darkness.
Tenten rolled her eyes and stared back at Neji's awaiting Jeep. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about," she tilted her head to one side. "It's a part of life."
"A part of life?" he echoed, his voice shaking in repulsion.
She didn't need to look at him to know that his tiny hands were balled into fists at his side and that he was probably fighting the urge to strangle her. She swallowed deeply, wondering what she could've done to piss off the universe so badly for this to happen to her. Of all the assholes to fall into such a situation with, it just had to be the one with the longest stick up his behind.
Tenten dragged a rough hand down her face, cringing at the amount of friction the gesture caused along the smooth skin. Why couldn't she have swapped bodies with Neji? They had an amicable enough relationship. She could actually stand him. In fact she liked him. A lot. Perhaps too much, she thought to herself. It would probably have taken an unusual amount of self-restraint to keep her hands to herself had she woken up as Hyuuga Neji.
Everything about Sasuke's body had looked so foreboding that she blenched from merely running her palms openly over his chest to apply body wash. She had felt completely intimidated by the rugged contrast between his hardness and the softness of her old body while her hands travelled each muscled ridge. But damn, from the view she got of Neji back in the locker room, he was quite the opposite. Everything about him looked tempting—promising—inviting.
She licked over suddenly dry lips and swayed precariously because oh, Lord, was he mouthwateringly gorgeous.
"You're disgusting," Sasuke hissed.
Tenten was pulled out of thought—mentally kicking and screaming in protest. She turned to glare at him. "I'm not the one who's bleeding like a sieve," she countered venomously.
He angled his gleaming brown head high and surveyed her with innate superiority and unhidden contempt. "I wasn't talking about that," he pointed out lazily. "You always get that pedophilic look on your face when you think of Hyuuga," he volunteered smoothly, seemingly unaware of the gross offence Tenten would take from his remark.
She reeled at how well he could read her despite their lack of closeness and suspected that she could probably read him equally as expertly. After all you kept your friends close and your enemies closer.
Tenten turned crimson and then white in speedy succession as her loathing for him was magnified into a murderous heat. The emotion was so intense, it literally frightened her.
"It's disgusting," Sasuke snarled. "You're a pathetic little stalker."
Her teeth sank into the soft underside of her lower lip and she tasted the sweet tang of his blood. Still she was so appalled by his ill-advised estimation of her character that she said nothing.
"Unhand me!" he was shivering as though he were caught in a force-ten gale. Outright fury controlled him as Tenten retained that bruising hold on his wrist and dragged him towards Neji's car.
"Fold your sweater and sit on it so you don't soil the car seat," she suggested.
Sasuke's pretty little face twisted with a grimace. Internally he was shrieking and squirming at how casually she said it. He wasn't fucking used to leaking like a tap.
The Hyuuga was perched in the front passenger seat when they finally caught up. "Uchiha you're driving," he tossed Tenten the keys. "We may have to stop at the gas sta—" he peered intently with veiled eyes at their connected hands. "—tion. Are you trying to break her wrist?"
Incredulous white eyes locked into black ones and lingered. Tenten moistened her dry lips and simply stared wide-eyed at him.
Sasuke felt a little unnerved by how accusingly Neji's silver eyes were stabbing into his ex pair of onyx ones.
With as much strength as his puny body could offer he stomped on her toes and yanked his hand free as soon as he felt the slightest loosening of her iron grip.
His friend was probably assuming the worst, Sasuke thought as his stomach filled with nausea. A pin-dropping silence stretched. Neji's unnatural stillness, the dark rise of blood to his carved cheekbones and his stunned silence confirmed that he was.
Tenten was transfixed to the spot like a star-struck dummy.
Sasuke cleared his throat, "We need to stop by the convenient store any way," he shrugged.
Without warning, Neji swung back to him, glittering pearly eyes shooting over him, the faintest crease drawing his ebony brows together. It was an intimidating glower of expectancy. He looked really shaken up. Shorn of his usual sardonic aura, he was forbiddingly serious. Sasuke had a hunch he was silently inquiring about his and Tenten's eeriness rather than why he wanted to stop by the convenient store.
"Get in," he instructed tersely before his dark-tinted windows rolled up.
Seemingly galvanized into motion by panic, Tenten grasped his arm again.
Sasuke turned to her irritably, "Quit putting my hands on you! You're giving Hyuuga the wrong ideas."
Giving Neji the wrong ideas? That just might spur some sort of reaction out of the Hyuuga. If he thought something was going on between herself and Sasuke then maybe—
Tenten could feel a blush slowly colouring up her pale skin, starting at her dry throat and moving up in an unstoppable tide. She wasn't even aware that Sasuke's face was capable of flushing. "It's my body, I can put these hands wherever I feel like putting them," she told him tightly.
—of course such a plan could backfire on her, a doubtful little voice reasoned in her head.
"Well those are my hands and I don't want them all over your curve-less, little body," he breathed thickly.
Curve-less? Tenten puffed out an enraged breath.
The hatred came, borne on a seething tidal wave of bitterness. "Fuck you," she threw the keys at him and relinquished her hold.
He caught it before it could hit him in the face. "Why are you giving me this?"
"I can't drive," she confided reluctantly, hating herself for giving him another reason to belittle her.
Sasuke thought best not to question it, "I suppose a handicap can't get a driver's license," he muttered under his breath and stalked to the other side of the vehicle.
Once they were both secured against Neji's sleek leather seats, Sasuke stuck the keys in the indignation. The dark car was suddenly filled with the glow of neon lights that came alive from the navigation system and the likes. The monotonous hum of the engine and the sound of the air conditioning unit chorused.
A faint draught of exhaust, worn rubber and petrol stole through the air vents. He heard the deep breath Tenten took and saw the glances she stole at Neji when he looked in the mirror.
Sasuke scoffed.
Why was she so taken with Hyuuga anyway? It wasn't like there weren't other good-looking guys at their school, he brooded to himself. And it wasn't like she actually in had a shot with Neji either. They were in completely different leagues. The social hierarchy of their school was so rigid that a person simply could not climb more than one level when it came to a dating partner. It was against the balance of things to skim down more than a level as well. To be frank, quite a few levels separated Neji from Tenten.
It was futile.
"Seems to me something's off with the AC unit," Sasuke said, shifting the gear stick to put the Jeep in reverse. "I would have it checked out," he advised, studying the screen before him. It gave footage of the vehicle's rear.
"Tenten what are you doing?" a certain coolness entered Neji's voice as he regarded him. "Since when did you learn to drive?"
Sasuke's knuckles grew white from gripping the steering wheel. How did Neji know that the twit couldn't operate an automobile? He himself had no clue and chided himself for not realizing the defect sooner. It would have given him something else to chastise little miss know-it-all for.
"I taught her," Sasuke heard his deep baritone answered from behind.
Neji's neck snapped so suddenly in its direction that Sasuke could have sworn he heard it make a sound akin to that of bones being relieved of a crick.
"You Uchiha?" the two words were lanced with disbelief.
He picked up immediately on what Tenten was trying to do. She was using their plight as a medium through which to get closer to Neji. It was low. But what was even lower was that she thought she could used their newfound bond—Sasuke shuddered at the word—as a avenue to drive Neji down the path of jealousy.
Why would he get jealous over a forged affinity between the two of them? Tenten wasn't his type. Or was she? Neji knew an awful lot about her. It was cause enough for concern.
Sasuke couldn't help but wonder if she had been dropping hints that she was crushing on him. The last thing he needed was having to fend off advances from his best friend. Neji wouldn't know that Tenten wasn't really Tenten.
The image of his former self coaxing Neji into a date with his new self came too easily. He could see him being easily persuaded as well. The Hyuuga trusted Sasuke's judgment above all—all except that immature little shrew.
"So you're both friends again?" Neji asked and Sasuke found that he didn't like the emphasis he had placed on the word 'friends' like he was attempting to quantify their relationship. He sounded a little too hopeful too.
Why should he care?
"We're not," Sasuke assured him sharply. "I just thought that since Sasuke-kun was such a good driver, I'd ask him." He couldn't resist the urge to gloat but the taste of Sasuke-kun was an abomination to his taste-buds. It sounded so foreign coming out of his (Tenten's) mouth. It was even stranger to conjure up the word in his own mind.
"Sasuke-kun?" Neji thought aloud. Since when was he not Uchiha to Tenten? He slapped a hand over his left eye to stop it from twitching.
Sasuke felt Tenten's charcoal eyes on him and smirked. If she thought she was going to take advantage of being in his body then she had it coming. He'd make her look like his biggest fangirl if she tried anything fishy.
He was prepared to even swoon.
"She's a fast learner," Tenten said with an odd tinge of pride Sasuke had never used in his voice before. "I can see why you speak so highly of her," she said to Neji who actually flushed.
The damn girl had picked up on his game and was using him to boast about her, Sasuke realized. "Enough with the praises—" he managed to force out through gritted teeth and added sourly, "—Sasuke-kun."
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Neji sat there thinking he had been transported to another dimension and hating every minute it. As much as the enmity between Sasuke and Tenten placed a strain on him, he appreciated its existence. It at least assured him that there was no one who could give him a run for his money where winning the brunette's affection was concerned. Sasuke was his only formidable opponent when it came to the ladies and since he obviously despised Tenten then it meant there was no challenge in it for Neji.
That was what he believed up until this date.
They were snarling compliments each other's way and acting strangely. Their intertwined hands had blasted his growing suspicions to the skies. Something was definitely going on and Neji refused to go down without a fight. His personal feelings aside, he would not allow Uchiha to waltz in and sweep Tenten off her feet.
He had a habit of leaving a trail of broken hearts in his paths and Neji couldn't allow her to suffer such an emotional demise. He didn't care if she returned Sasuke's hypothesized feelings or that the said boy was his friend. The fact of the matter was that Sasuke was a player and Tenten wasn't just any ordinary girl.
She was—would be his girl.
The car was brought to a screeching halt before an empty pump at a gas station. Tenten unfastened her seat belt and threw the door open with unnecessary force. Sasuke must've said something to piss her off, Neji thought. He was snickering in the back seat.
"I guess you haven't quite landed the parking," he jeered.
Tenten's expressive face was pink with embarrassment, annoyance and something else, Neji noted. The bright light from overhead made every little flex of muscle on her face visible.
"Maybe if I wasn't such a knuckle-head—" she derided with self-mocking contempt. "—then I would be able to park like my brain cells weren't superglued to each other."
Neji was convinced his own brain cells weren't functioning like they ought to either. Tenten had moved from bragging about Sasuke to berating herself. What the hell was going on? While she was never arrogant she exerted the kind of self-assurance that he admired in his female counterparts.
"Perhaps if I was a better teacher—" Sasuke chided himself half an octave higher. "—you would be able to park a car without jerking it forward like its being fucked in the rear."
It was so unnatural to hear Sasuke's voice rise above its usual low rumble. Neji shook his head, certain he hadn't drank enough to be this stoned. Haughty Uchiha Sasuke was scolding himself?
"Uchiha are you coming?" Tenten asked, tapping her feet impatiently.
Sasuke folded his arms and turned up his nose in that Tenten-like gesture once more. Neji pressed a hand to his temples as if to rid his head of dizziness. What the hell was up with those two?
"Get the one in the green package," the deep voice drawled with apparent calm. "That's the one I like; they fit properly."
For a split-second, Neji collided with splintering golden-flecked black eyes. A dark line of blood rose over his high cheekbones and his mouth flattened into a pale line. His eyes widened. Lots of things came in green packages and had to be fitted; things like condoms. He swallowed painfully, trying to pilot his mind elsewhere.
Nausea rose like giant waves in his stomach and he straightened his back against his seat.
They could be talking about gloves, he rationalized hectically. Tenten was into archery, for precautionary measures it was advised that they wore gloves while handling the bow and arrows.
Gloves, he reiterated. This was Tenten he was talking about. She hadn't a single loose screw upstairs and a girl would need to have quite a few loose screws to get tangled up with Uchiha. So they had to be talking about gloves.
Wait. Why would Uchiha need gloves? He avoided Archery Club to avoid Tenten, Neji reminded himself.
Did gloves even come in packages? Why would Tenten be purchasing gloves for Sasuke anyway?
"Should I be looking out for any specific size or material?" she asked with somewhat of a mocking bite.
"What do you mean by that?" Sasuke intoned in a growl of terrifying threat, a ferocious anger simmering in his intent gaze and hardened face.
"Large and latex perhaps?" she shot at him with raw venom.
Neji didn't like the knowing little smirk that curled Tenten's lips on the word 'large'.
Large and latex?
So they were buying gloves after all, he breathed a discreet sigh of relief.
"Are you questioning my size?" Sasuke demanded, springing upright with the restive energy of a prowling tiger.
A bubble of hysteria crept up Neji's throat but he kept his mouth shut to keep it trapped. His stomach churned sickly and went white as a sheet on the Uchiha's assumption.
Latex gloves weren't used in archery.
But large and latex condoms were used in—
"For your information," Sasuke said to Tenten with a stark flash of grinding white teeth. "They don't come in latex."
"Well I wouldn't know," Neji watched Tenten as she struggled against the most infuriating discomfiture when she met Sasuke's eyes. "This is the first time I've—" she fell tightlipped and silent.
"What the fuck?" Neji, who never ever swore, found the word flying off his tongue. A stricken sense of horror had attacked him. It was destroying him, his expression wretched.
Sasuke was going to—he was going to—sweet, innocent Tenten. Neji tried to shut down his thoughts. His mouth thinned. Stunned and still trying to absorb what he was hearing, he tried to play indifferent.
He winced and looked down at his hands, they were clenched into tight fists on his knees.
Anger had ceased to dominate his expression. His eyes had fired with murderous intent. His lips had parted over his teeth as his breath hissed in and out in short, hot bursts. Sasuke was inches away from him. He only had to launch himself in the backseat, Neji imagined, and crack his fist across his face.
The pump attendant came before he could convince himself to do so.
Sasuke unleashed a wolfish smile, "We'll return shortly Neji," he opened the door and dismounted the jeep. "I suppose you've never bought these before," his fingers reached and found Tenten's, clasping them in a tight grip. "Come on, the next time you're on your own," he assured her loftily and was pleased when she flushed.
Tenten's brown eyes narrowed. "I'm buying enough to last. Do they come in jumbo packs?" she asked hesitantly—shyly.
"Looking forward to the next time already?" he taunted.
Her face bleached of colour.
Enough to last? Looking forward to the next time?
Neji felt chills icing his spine. The thought of Tenten exposing her body to Sasuke's lecherous stare almost made him throw up. But pride stopped him from calling out after them, that and the pump attendant.
"Good evening sir," she beamed.
There was nothing good about the evening.
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Sleek, automatic, glass doors slid smoothly opened as Tenten and Sasuke entered the convenient store. The one-time brunette led them down an aisle Sasuke had never ventured down before. The shelves were stuffed with pulsating throng of vibrantly coloured boxes and plastic confinements. They stopped before a peculiar line of chartreuse packages with the silhouette of a curvy woman imprinted of each one of them.
"Do you prefer tampons or sanitary napkins?" she asked, holding two of the alien items out for him to choose. Her breath rattled in her throat. If she laughed, she was almost certain she would end up rolling on the floor. Her black eyes never left his tense face though. There was pure loathing in his chocolate eyes.
Very much taken aback, Sasuke surveyed her in an outrage and snatched them both from her. "Give me those, I can't be seen handling feminine products," he hurled arrogantly and pressed his fingers against the plastic packages trying to access what was inside of them. They were soft and almost sponge like, probably cotton, he deduced.
"Easy on the enthusiasm," Tenten snorted, thoroughly amused and making the most out of the situation.
"Which do you use?" he asked stonily, swallowing down the huge lump of humiliation that was sitting like a leaden weight in his throat. Tenten would make certain he never lived down this moment.
It was a struggle to keep a straight face. "Sanitary napkins," she snickered her response and grinned rather nastily with suggestive little chuckle that made him flinch.
Sasuke studied her in silence.
"I'll take the tampons," he declared with a sudden harsh suspicion. He didn't like the triumphant tilt of Tenten's mouth. She was the type of person to deceive him into an untenable situation. A sanitary napkin might just be the most uncomfortable thing ever, he thought to himself. He didn't trust her. "I'll take the tampons," he repeated, just in case she thought she could get him to reconsider.
His mind was made up.
But how exactly did either of those things work? Like a bottle stopper?
"Tampon it is," she said with a smirk. "You might want a pack of these too."
Sasuke found a small box being gruffly shoved into his chest. He took her roughness as a show of someone who knew they were caught in their own deception. "What are these?" he asked.
"For the pain," she told him flatly and looked him up and down in a rather insulting way and he couldn't prevent himself from shuddering. "Assuming that you do know how to use those, I'd suggest you went to the bathroom before you stained my shorts. They're expensive."
He looked up at her shyly again, "How would I know how to use these?"
Tenten spitefully left answering Sasuke until after the articles where paid for and he was making his way to the bathroom. She rolled her shoulders nonchalantly, "If you're familiar with how a dick is used then you should be fine with a tampon." Her smile was malevolent.
Sasuke's eyes grew huge with horror. "What do you mean by that?" he asked through compressed lips, a tremor running through him.
"Exactly what I said," Tenten asserted with a little laugh. "If you read the instructions you would have figured that you have to—" She paused, her voice tailing away when it suddenly dawned on her exactly what Sasuke would have to do. At first she found the idea rather comic, Uchiha Sasuke using a tampon.
But she was left traumatized at the thought of him fondling her woman business. What if he got a kick out of it? She grimaced. Repulsion burned her gut like acid applied to a fresh wound.
"Maybe I should have bought sanitary napkins instead," Sasuke gulped, looking up from the package with panicky brown eyes. Female genitalia or not, he was repulsed by the idea of sticking anything up himself.
"Well do you have any more money?" Tenten asked urgently.
His jaw worked as he shook his head. Dismay tore at his pouty mouth. To her surprise, a pang ripped at her chest. "No, do you?"
Her throat closed over. She was trembling, plunged into genuine distress. They were absolutely fucked.
"No," she answered.
Sasuke took a deep breath and dealt her a slashing look of sudden intimidation. "We're not asking Hyuuga for any money," he delivered saucily.
Tenten's eyes blazed and she clenched her fists. "I suppose you think this is an open invitation to feel up my body," the black eyes were like stones.
"You've barely got anything to fit a toddler's hands," Sasuke countered with rich derision, his features set with angry distaste. "And what gave you the impression that I'll willingly handle your mess?" he asked, trying to keep the lid on his temper.
She was disturbingly still, dangerously silent with her stolen night-dark eyes trained intently upon her ex distressed and defensive face. "I've got a solution," she heaved a decisive sigh.
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The store bell chimed as a seething Hyuuga Neji entered the store. He had been sitting in his car for the last fifteen minutes, eagerly awaiting Sasuke and Tenten's arrival so he could get to the bottom of things. He pounced about the few aisles but neither one of them was anywhere to be found. The entire store was empty except for the cashier and the security guard that stood by the door.
"I'm buying enough to last. Do they come in jumbo packs?"
"Looking forward to the next time already?"
Their last words echoed in his head like a shrill in an empty room. A wave of blinding dread zapped through him, leaving him faint. His heart thudding so violently that it seemed it might leap right out of his ribcage.
What had they been referring to?
"Large and latex perhaps?"
"Are you questioning my size?"
His mind whirled. White-faced, he made his way to the counter, anger mastering the lurching hurt. He was the one who truly had Tenten's best interest at heart. How could she have moved so spontaneously from loathing Uchiha to liking him? It couldn't be mutual, at least not from Sasuke's end.
"Excuse me," Neji said in a harsh and pained whisper.
The freckle faced blonde boy behind the cash register looked up from where he had been counting off a couple notes. His metal-donned smile didn't quite meet his grey eyes. "Can I help you?"
Neji cleared his throat awkwardly, "Have you seen two people come in here, a boy and a brunette?"
The boy chewed obnoxiously on his gum and regarded Neji blankly. His answer came as an unintelligible babble but the Hyuuga caught the word bathroom and would have been on his way hadn't he been stopped.
"We have a policy where only customers are allowed to use—"
Neji picked up a chocolate bar, grudgingly slapped a bill on the counter and stalked off in the direction of the bathroom. It was through a grey door that opened into a small square hall with a door on either side. The smell of jasmine and bleach pervaded the tight space, an indication that the stalls had been recently cleaned.
"Uchiha?" he called upon his entry of the male section.
It was silent, safe for the sound of water dripping from a leaking tap by the porcelain sinks. All the stalls were vacant and the water in each toilet bowl was still, suggesting that none had been flushed for a while.
He was a hairsbreadth away from ringing Sasuke's phone when he heard the rustling of plastic behind the opposite door as he reentered the stuffy hall. Without giving it much of a thought, he pushed the heavy door open and stalked inside. He was determined to confront Tenten once and for all about this nonsense with Uchiha. Maybe she would be able to shed some light—some hope—on their situation.
The sound of ceramic against concrete rose above the whisper of tearing plastic.
"Can you rest your thumb elsewhere?" he heard a muffled whimper. "That little bud there is awfully sensitive."
"I will, once you stop shoving your foot so provocatively against my front," another voice pled. It was deeper and a little familiar but Neji was too preoccupied with his thoughts to give it much thought.
"Why are you so hard?" the first voice shrieked. "You are disgusting."
"It's not my fault your body has very little control—" the bass in that complaint seemed to vibrate the very oxygen atoms. "—or that my foot feels nice," it added almost disdainfully.
Neji propped himself against the wall and waited, blocking out the sounds. His chest felt as if it was sinking. He supposed he ought to be happy if what Sasuke had going on with Tenten was truly genuine. But he couldn't—wouldn't. His stomach heaved again. And was suddenly sick.
Images of them both whirled around him. It continued mercilessly until he choked and made it for the sink. He splashed ice-cold water straight into his face. It was as if the water had dissolved the mental earplug he had stuffed in his ear canal.
"What are you doing?" Neji identified the voice that choked from inside the stall as Tenten's.
"Hold still and spread your legs so I can insert it properly."
His mouth tightened at the sound of that voice. That dark drawl cut into him like a razor. He shuddered. What was Uchiha doing in there? More importantly, what was he doing to Tenten?
"Are you sure it's supposed to feel like this?" she gasped incredulously.
"If you keep fidgeting, it'll fit awkwardly," he heard Sasuke respond, ignoring the enquiry with supreme cool. The vicious bite slashed through Neji's taut nerve-endings like a machete.
"Is it in yet?" Tenten asked with uncertainty.
Neji could hear the loud swallow she took to lubricate her throat.
"Trust me, if it was you would have felt it," Sasuke muttered.
Tenten suddenly hissed.
Neji's body shivered with a sudden rush of raw aggression that came from fathoms deep down inside him. Something festered in him like a cancer, eating away until it consumed every other emotion.
Sasuke and Tenten were—it sounded like they were—
He shook his head, policing his thoughts but his pulse skittered about crazily and all hope plummeted to the very depths. She was lost to him. Hysteria clawed like insanity at his cracking composure.
Before he could stop himself he was inching towards the door behind which the noises were coming from. He paused for a split-second and then he succumbed, suddenly, roughly, like a dam breaking its walls.
Tenten was his. Uchiha had no claim on her.
The door was yanked opened with such force it was a wonder how it remained on its hinges.
Sasuke and Tenten looked up with a gasp.
Neji was welded to the floor with shock at the sight that greeted him.
Tenten was sitting on the tank of the toilet, her thighs bare and parted. Sasuke's hand was positioned at the junction between them and he was—he was—shoving a white finger-like projection that was far too small to be a dildo up—up—
His jaws fell when he saw the bloody mess.
Uchiha had deflowered Tenten—Neji's Tenten—in a public bathroom like a common slu—his mind couldn't summon the word. It was too cheapening to describe her, regardless.
Sasuke's solemn eyes were fixed on his. "Neji I can explain."
Sickly he shook his head. His nerves scattered into pitiful shreds. "I don't think you can."
A/N: I'm leaving it there because this chapter's far too long. Again, my idea of humour is severely fucked; I apologize for boring or offending anyone. Please drop me a feedback if you actually think this is worth continuing, I have my doubts. I don't like this fic very much. Sigh. Don't forget to comment NejiTen or SasuTen for the eventual pairing you would like. No Preview this time, let your imaginations run wild :) Reviews are very much appreciated.
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