Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Just Simple Curiosity ❯ The Confrontation ( Chapter 22 )

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A/N: Ok so I felt bad about posting the chaps so far apart so I started this one immediately. Lol hope everyone’s still enjoying!

Dragon Lord, Alphabeta, Gaara Freak thanks for the reviews and I hope you like the new chapter and the short wait!


For the next few days Aya avoided Sereku like the plague. If he was downstairs she was working out. If she was downstairs and he came downstairs she suddenly became tired or was ready to work out. Everyone, including Aya, who was damning herself for a coward, knew what she was doing. They could all feel the tension whenever their leader and their newest member were in the same room if for even a few seconds. It was really bugging Christie and she’d even tried talking to Aya several times. The first couple times she had asked Aya had carefully, and overly cheerfully brushed her off with a joke. After that Aya had become angry and had told Christie to leave shit alone.

That alone wasn’t strange behavior for Aya. The fact that it was Christie she’d said it to, now that was the strange part. Once she’d gotten the angry brush off Christie decided that whatever had happened that night everyone had gone partying after dinner was serious. She knew instinctively that Sereku had probably done something very stupid or hurtful and she was going to find out. So Christie waited until Sereku had gone upstairs to workout before she excused herself and followed him. Determined to get some answers she waited until she heard the soft clink of weights and slipped into the weight room closing and locking the door behind her.
Sereku didn’t look up when he heard the weight room door open and close, but he did when he heard the sound of the lock turning. Instantly he was face to face with an angry Werewolf as Christie approached him slowly. Making careful movements he set the weights he’d been holding on the floor and braced himself for an attack. However, a physical attack wasn’t what he got, instead he got an angry, hissing question.

“What the fuck have you done to her?” Christie demanded taking a few steps closer to Sereku in her anger. The answer she got back stopped Christie dead in her tracks, shock spreading across her face as she heard his question.

“Who is Neji and what was he to Aya?” Sereku asked calmly, watching the shock spread over Christie’s face. Then he watched with his own surprise as worry ate it’s way across Christie’s face to replace the shock.

“Tell me you didn’t ask Aya that?” Christie demanded softly, though her tone wasn’t angry anymore.

“I did,” Sereku said unrepentantly, arching a brow at her.

“You fucking idiot,” Christie muttered closing her eyes and dropping her head to shake it slowly back and forth.

“Well who is he?” Sereku demanded as Christie continued to repeat the curse over and over softly. Christie looked up at him and he was surprised to see sadness in her eyes, etched in the lines of her face, and even in the way she held her body. The hurt so clear and fresh almost made Sereku back off, almost made him want to apologize to Aya and try to forget the whole thing. But he didn’t, instead he asked his question again. Sighing Christie shook her head before turning her head and listening to make sure Aya wasn’t in hearing distance. When she was sure they wouldn’t be overheard Christie turned back to Sereku with a hard expression.

“Neji was my second in command, and a close friend. He was Aya’s third and her boyfriend,” Christie said softly. So softly Sereku was glad that he had sensitive hearing, though he still had to lean forward to catch what Christie was saying.

“What happened to him?” Sereku asked carefully, knowing he was treading into dangerous territory. Christie sank down on a weight bench beside him shaking her head in sadness. She told him the whole story of what had happened on the mission to the Land of Waves. Following that she also told him Aya’s declaration about never trusting another human besides those that resided in this house before him. When she finished Christie looked up at him, her eyes bleak as she shook her head slowly.

“That’s why we don’t speak his name,” she whispered. “We all pretend he never existed, remembering only that the mission was a success. She hasn’t gotten over it,” Christie continued, “we don’t know if she ever will. But we don’t acknowledge Neji in this house because we don’t want to hurt Aya anymore and because she expects it. Now I want you to let this go,” Christie said as she got heavily to her feet.

“But that’s not going to help her,” Sereku said softly, his own memories of the past spilling into his mind.

“Maybe, maybe not,” Christie said as she walked to the door of the weight room and unlocked it. “But that’s not for us to decide,” she finished before she opened the door and walked out.

After Christie had left Sereku bent down and picked up his weights. He began working out again wondering what the hell he was supposed to do. Maybe Christie was right he told himself, maybe letting it go was best. Hell it wasn’t even his business so why should he care. It was clear Aya didn’t want her friends’ help so why should he offer his? That was the sixty-four thousand dollar question wasn’t it he thought to himself as he continued his work out. When he was finished Sereku put the weights up in disgust, knowing his usual method of problem solving had failed him. Not only that but now he had one hell of a headache. Sighing over the bullshit of the world he went to his room, took a bath, and then threw himself into his bed to try to sleep off the pain.

A/N: Well I know sad. But hey it can’t all be good times and blood and gore right! Anywho please review and I’ll get to work on the next chapter!