Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Killing Me ❯ Hyuuga Neji ( Chapter 6 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

Author's Notes:

Have you ever had been in a situation where you were aiming to blurt out something funny, but ended up getting stared at like they don't know where you sprouted from? Yes, I get a lot of those.

DISCLAIMER:

I do not own Naruto. It seems like the underground people are asking for more money that I can't pay them for the patent of Naruto. I hate them.

Killing Me

By Boyarina

Chapter 6: Hyuuga Neji

There are rare occasions in life that sometimes would just make you wonder if you are totally in control of your actions. There are even rarer occasions wherein you are already aware that you are no longer on the driver seat of your consciousness, and yet, somehow, you still fail to kick that unknown entity out of the chair and take over the wheel. It's like your will to do anything for your own benefit had been placed on a trance-like state and you just stand there like a third person, torn between wanting to simply observe and wanting to help.

Though these situations are rare, they do happen. In fact, they usually occur in such manners whence you would least expect them—events that would just slam you right in the face, making your primal instincts take over and conduct your very actions.

I just wish that it would so be in the case that I am in right now. I would have definitely been relieved of my sexual frustration had I been in this very state.

Unfortunately, desperation and extreme urgency to reassess what it is I am doing made me do something that any man, any sane man with all his body parts intact and with normal testosterone level would NOT have done.

I threw Yamanaka Ino, blanket and all, over the side of the bed, wincing slightly when her body hit the ground with a resounding `thump!'

She cursed or probably I did. I was so confused with what I did just now and so disturbed with the act of almost kissing her when she was on top of me that nothing made sense anymore.

This is bad. I no longer could equate logic with my actions. The world must be coming to its diabolical end.

“What the hell!” Yamanaka-san yelled, her head popping up and appearing on the side of the bed she had fallen out of.

Or, rather, the side of the bed I had thrown her out of.

She glared at me. “You could have just told me to get up, and I would have done so eagerly!” she fumed.

“I'm sorry,” I offered, trying to look contrite and at the same time trying not to seem like I was looking at her barely covered breasts. It appears like she had lost her blanket during the time I had tossed her unceremoniously into the air. The only things that are keeping her semi-descent are her hands and her waist-length hair.

She narrowed her eyes in contempt, then turned to search for, I presumed, her missing cover. It had pooled in a spot not too far away from her, a spot that had placed her in the direct line of my vision. I would admit that due to her lack of supervision for my uncouth behavior, I couldn't help but to stare at her ample….assets.

Drool in check.

“Why are you still here anyway?” Yamanaka-san asked, facing me now with the blanket securely wrapped around her lithe form. In the span of time that she had given herself to make herself modest, 5 seconds at the most, she had also managed to huddle in one corner of the room, as if making sure that she would be not surprised-attack from the back and from the sides. I would have considered her reaction to be normal had she been in any of the following scenarios: a) she suddenly transformed into a rabbit and I into famished wolf whose favorite dish happened to be rabbits; b) in the sound village with Orochimaru and Sasuke posed to attack without any hesitation; c) Cornered by Akatsuki; d) Hinata-sama in the middle of ballroom with the number of possible husbands-to-be that her father is considering for her to marry.

But, she is not. She is Yamanaka Ino, the twin of Naruto, had he had one. She is loud, she is brash, and she never, never ever, cowers.

She is cowering now, though.

“I should be asking you that question, Yamanaka-san,” I said quietly.

“I was on a mission.”

I raised my eyebrow at the hastiness of her reply. If she had been praying that I be appeased by that, she better be praying to several Gods of several other religions that she knows of because I don't think I am ready to believe her just yet. Not with that squeaky voice, and that barely held in bobbing of her almost indecipherable vocal cords.

I scrutinized her intently, trying to intimidate her into answering, using the leveled-stare that had not failed me yet.

“Who is your partner on this, Yamanaka-san?” I asked sternly. In my vast experience of Hinata-sama's various reactions to my changing attitude and demeanors (Please, you may stop laughing now. I am perfectly aware that I don't acquaint myself much with the female species), I am pretty sure that my patronizing tone would dissolve her into this flustered, if not extremely disconcerted, sputtering puddle.

“That's classified information, you insufferable dick! Will you stay out of my life!” She is snarling, if you haven't guessed yet. Obviously, she is a diversion of the female population that I haven't yet been familiarized with. I should tread carefully, deliver my lunges in the instances that she would barely expect it to be delivered.

I would break this girl down and she would tell me what happened to her!

“Should I take this up with the Hokage, Yamanaka-san?” I asked her curtly. Considering how drastically chilling my tone has become, I was a little surprised that she had yet to back down from her spitting fire and venom countenance. She did, however, swallowed again thickly.

“What you are doing, Hyuuga-sempai?” she asked, disdain dripping from her voice. “If you think this is a joke, it's not very funny.”

Something inside me spontaneously combusted. Instantly, I was on my feet, provoked and extremely pissed by what she had said, by the tone she had used to say it. If I hadn't noticed that she suddenly started, wedging herself more firmly into that corner she lodged herself in, I would have strode to her little corner and taken her by the shoulders to shake her to her senses.

“I picked you up in the streets,” I began in a cold, hard voice, “nearly dead, with just a whisper of cloth covering you, black and blue…” I took a deep breath, but despite this, I can't help feeling the rest of the world changing into an angry crimson color, “….I have every right to know because if you haven't realized it yet, I was the one who rescued you.”

Yamanaka-san's face is still; her back so stiff it mimicked a rod. The only thing that belied her façade of anger is the trembling of her lips.

“I was in a solo mission, Hyuuga-sempai.” She whispered, and then as if losing all the fight that she had in her, she crouched down. In a scarce display of forlornness, she stared bleakly at the space separating us.

“Were you playing around with people you shouldn't be playing around with?” I asked quite unnecessarily. Knowing this, I allowed her to take as much time as she needed before answering my inquiry.

Yamanaka-san didn't her verbal parry. Instead, she stubbornly shook her head, making me loose my patience. I was about to demand why is she trying to even cover this obvious truth when she suddenly spoke, subsequently cutting me off.

“Do you know what is an Aristotelian Syllogism is, sempai?”

Honestly, I don't why she is trying so hard to piss me off, well, in fact, the only thing that I am trying to do is help.

“Yes, I know what Aristotelian Syllogism is!” I snapped. “But that hasn't nothing to do with now, ojousan!”

Yamanaka-san has the audacity to shake her head at me again. She raised her head and stared at me directly in the eyes.

“But is has everything to do with it, sempai,” she argued so fiercely, I fully expected for her to stand up and start yelling again, which actually would be a welcome change. She didn't though. What she did do is she looked away then pointed at the large four posted bed.

“Did you sat on that bed, Hyuuga sempai?” she asked softly.

“You are not making any sense,” I retorted bluntly.

“I sat on that bed too.” She sighed, completely disregarding my comment. Resignation reigned over her features as she continued, “Therefore that bed could be sat upon.”

“I know how syllogism works, ojousan. I do not need an example.” I growled menacingly.

“I was trying to make syllogism work for me, sempai.” She wearily stood up and twisted her face into a grim smile. “It did not work for me though. Appears like it only works for objects.”

“You know, I never had pegged you to be a person stupid enough to get herself mauled for that.” I told her harshly, wanting to get a rise out of her. Yamanaka Ino had never been the one to give up and the fact that she is doing so now is getting into my nerves. For the past five minutes, she had been acting like the whipped dog she never ever had been before.

It's pathetic and I, personally, won't have it! There are just two kinds of people in this world: winners or losers. As far as I am concerned, people whom I have acquainted myself with, are winners. They are winners, and if they insist to be otherwise, I see to it that they would be the persons that I deem them to be.

“What are you trying the syllogism work for anyway?” I taunted, “Females have sex organs. Male have sex organs. Therefore they should have sex?”

Humiliation first and foremost permeated Yamanaka-san's brain if her bright red face is any indication. Then, as soon as it came, it disappeared, turning into an outraged snarl as she came at me with nothing but her limbs as weapons.

Now, this is what I am talking about.

“You arrogant bastard!”

She aimed to deliver a kick designed to get any man sent to the ICU for treatment. Fortunately, I was nimble and wise enough to dodge it.

“You know nothing!”

She punched, and the unfortunate wall behind me received the brunt of it. I didn't get the chance to get a look at it, but most likely her fist had created a mini-crater there.

“Do you want to try being me for one day? Huh?! You have no right!”

She took a swiped at my midsection, but considering my superiority over her taitjutsu, she didn't quite graze me.

“So, just. Shut. Up.” She panted, trying to stress on her last two words, but not doing it quite the right way.

It would not take a genius to guess that she already have exhausted herself to the brink of toppling over. Thinking that this has gone far enough, I took hold of elbows when the chance presented itself to me.

However, Yamanaka-san, being the stubborn mule that she is, resisted my way of restraining her so she would not do further damage to herself. She wildly thrashed about, trying to hit me with fists that lost all fighting style and are now hitting just for the mere idea of smacking something solid. She is very angry and she is venting it all out to me. If I do not come up with an effective way to hold her down soon, it wouldn't be such an impossibility that either my cheek or one of my eyes would be sporting a bruise for a day or two.

With nothing but my limbs to temporarily bind her with, I locked her arms behind her and taking the advantage that she is facing the bed, I proceeded on pushing her down to the mattress. I laid my full weight on her so as to prevent her from escaping.

Then, least of what I had been expecting, she screamed. She screamed in fashion that is very similar to the way she would have done had she been slowly and painfully being gutted inside out. What is more puzzling about what she had done is that she had continued at it at a length far more than what the situation that I placed her in warranted. Not wanting to interrupt and not wanting to do anything anyways, I let her at it until she had screamed herself hoarse.

When she had finally quieted down, I knocked my chin at the top of her head and asked, “You done yet?”

“Get off me,” she ordered in a raspy whisper. “Go home. What are you staying here for?”

Honestly, I don't know what to answer her question.