A Fatalistic Series of Events

I know this one is short but it didn't really cut off that well anywhere else since it was the end of the mission/plot. xD But next update you guys'll get more epic smut, so.

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Neji felt insanely glad to be wearing his own clothes again, sitting on the bed's edge and brushing out his hair before tying it back in its customary style. He tied on his head wrappings then his hitai-ate.

"Do you have everything packed?"

Kiba rolled his eyes, shrugging his jacket over his shoulders and zipping it.

“Yes, Neji, all packed.” He hefted his bag as proof with a laugh, glad himself that they’d be gone. Though he’d miss getting to see Neji all girly and not getting smacked for calling him baby.

Neji nodded and stood up, shouldering his own bag. He was looking forward to getting home, but felt he could definitely wait a while longer to give the report. He was half expecting the Hokage to laugh at him for getting drunk and drugged. Or maybe suspended from duty.

He let out a quiet sigh before looking at Kiba. "And you have the keycard still, right?"

“Yes, Neji.” Kiba said, pulling it out of his pocket, flipping it into the air. “Can we go now?”

Neji rolled his eyes slightly but nodded again. "Yes. I was making sure you didn't lose it last night in all the excitement," he said, voice half-mocking. "Let's go then." He moved out of the room, waking straight, proper and proud down the hall.

Kiba followed, snickering as he watched Neji walk.

“Are we going to tell Tsunade about ‘all the excitement’ when we get back?” He asked, grinning at him as he fell into stride beside him.

Neji looked over at him, raising at eyebrow. "We don't need to tell her every detail, but we do need to tell her what happened."

“Something like Day Four; I got drugged and begged Kiba for his cock will be perfect then.“ Kiba said with a snicker as they reached the elevator. He smirked widely as he remembered the last time he’d been in it.

Neji narrowed his eyes, pushing the call button for the elevator. "Something less crude would be better."

“Ah, come on, Tsunade’d get a kick out of it.” Kiba said, leaning against the side until he heard a soft ding. He pushed away and stepped inside, leaning against the opposite wall.

Neji stepped in, turning around and pressing the button for the lobby. "Well, she will have to get her laughs from somewhere else."

“You’re no fun.” Kiba said with a pout, crossing his arms. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of the leather and his face without make-up.

"So I've been told," he muttered, rolling his eyes again. A few minutes later, the elevator stopped on the ground floor and the doors slipping open, Neji stepping out and into the lobby.

Kiba followed again, whistling as he stepped up to the front desk to return the keycard. He smiled broadly at the clerk, fangs glinting and red tattoos glaring, before tossing him the card and giving the information needed to check out. He waved as he walked back to Neji.

“I can smell his fear.” Kiba snickered. A person afraid of him, just because of a little fang and leather.

"Well if they recognize you at all, I wouldn't be surprised," Neji said. He started walking out of the hotel and into the streets, eager to get out of this town.

“They probably think I’m a werewolf or something.” Kiba couldn’t keep the grin off his face as he spoke, a toothy curl of lips he subjected on the townsfolk as they walked.

Neji's own lips twitched into a smirk, giving a soft snort. "Would they be that far off?" he asked, half teasing.

“Hey, I can control when I transform. No moon for me.” Kiba said with a mock insulted air.

Neji just made a small sound in his throat; mind distracted a little as he spotted Mitsuki. Despite how annoying she was, he did feel sorry for her. Not that it would make him want to talk to her.

“Hey, if I was a werewolf you’d be one soon though.” Kiba said, walking close and nudging Neji with a hip. His arm moved automatically to Neji’s waist, not even realizing it as he kept talking. “Cuz you turn someone by biting them right? Haha, imagine you with fangs.”

Neji glanced over at him, narrowing his eyes a little but not saying anything about it. "I don't need fangs to strike fear into someone's heart," he said a little smugly with a smirk.

Kiba snorted.

“True. You’re scary enough to strike fear in the heart of anyone without any more help.” He tilted his head, thinking. “Though to see Lee’s face if you came back to Konoha with fangs…”

Neji sighed, shaking his head. "He would probably think it's a new jutsu I had learned or something as such," he said. Lee might be his closest friend now, but that didn't mean he never became annoyed with him as frequently as before.

“Why would you want to know how to turn into a dog? You already have good eyesight, enough that you don’t need to make your other senses beyond ninja capabilities.” Kiba shook his head at the thought. He suddenly grinned, tightening his arm reflexively. The movement distracted him, drawing his attention to his arm, eyes widening before he took it back and put space between them.

He didn’t have a death wish.

Neji shot him a strange look. Would things be strange and slightly awkward like this now? He inwardly sighed before pushing his thoughts away again.

"Ready to speed up our pace?" he asked.

Kiba caught the look and furrowed his brows in confusion. Neji was okay with him touching like that outside of the mission? Neji was okay with him touching at all? He dropped his gaze from Neji, about to ask but deciding not to. All of their discussions ended with an argument.

“Yeah, sure.”

Neji nodded once before putting on a burst of speed, now running back towards Konoha in silence.

Kiba followed behind, unable to push the thoughts away as Neji could. He wished he could have that kind of control. Neji’s look kept nagging at him. He regretted moving away, but the last time he’d forced closeness on Neji he’d been rejected… He shook his head, cursing himself silently as he kept just behind Neji.

It took them just short of half an hour to reach the gates of Konoha. Neji slowed down as they got closer, going back to a walk once they were right outside it, giving a slight nod in greeting to the two guards on duty.

Kiba slowed when Neji did, still lost in thoughts he’d rather be free of. He nodded at the guards and ignored their surprised looks. It wasn’t their business if he didn’t feel like being loud and obnoxious.

“Hey, are we going straight to Tsunade?”

"I am, but you don't need to be there for the report if you would rather just go home," Neji said, glancing at him. "Just make sure to remember to wash and return the mission clothes to her later. I'm sure they weren't for us to keep, after all."

Kiba nodded, shrugging. He leapt away without speaking, his craving, needy urge for and longing for Akamaru growing as he distanced from Neji.

Neji watched him walk away for a second before heading towards the Hokage's tower. He stopped in front of her office doors and knocked.

“Come in.” Tsunade called, looking over a set of papers from ANBU telling her the fate to Neji and Kiba’s target.

Neji pushed open the door, striding in and stopping in front of her desk. "Tsunade-sama," he greeted with a bow before straightening up again.

“The mission went well?” She asked, putting the ANBU’s report to the side, folding her hands on her table.

Neji hesitated for a second before responding, "As well as could be, I suppose, under the circumstances. ANBU were able to get him either way, were they not?"

“…Yes.” Tsunade looked it over, resisting the urge to bite her lip. “Though the need for ANBU is questionable.”

"Ah... We didn't intend to rough him up so much," Neji said, forcing himself to not fidget. "It got out of my hands."

“Severe lacerations across the arms, throat, and face. If some of the slashes had been lower he would have been gutted. As it is, Neji, the ANBU had to work on keeping him alive long enough to retrieve the scroll.”

Neji sighed. "I apologize. I was careless and he slipped me a drug. Kiba became angry and attacked him before I could stop it."

Tsunade’s eyes widened slightly before hardening.

“Give me the full report.”

Neji nodded, steeling himself before starting to recount everything that had happened. He tried being vague when it came to the more personal parts, knowing Tsunade would be able to gather what happened without him spelling it out.

Tsunade fought to keep her face straight as Neji glossed over the sex. She was a little surprised by their relationship, she’d been sure Neji would be reporting about the fights they’d had, not sex.

“How long have you and Kiba had this relationship?” She asked when he finished, cutting to the point she hadn’t anticipated.

"...less than a week before you assigned us this mission," Neji replied after hesitating for a second.

Tsunade lifted a brow.

“I’ll think about whether you two can go on missions together anymore. From what it seems, you work well together, but… We’ll see.”

Neji nodded, just glad that neither of them were pulled off missions all together. He shifted and brought his bag in front of him, opening it and pulling out a separate plastic bag that held all the dresses, folded.

Taking a step forward and placing it on her desk, he looked back at her. "Inuzuka will drop his off later. Is there anything else?"

She thought about asking how his clan would take it, or if he even planned to tell them. She shook her head, discarding it. Neji was old enough to decide for himself.

“No. Dismissed.”

Neji gave a small bow before turning and starting to head out of the office. He paused at a thought, cheeks coloring just slightly. He sighed and half turned to look back at the Hokage.

"Um, Tsunade-sama... We don't have... Inuzuka and I, we're not together," he said. "It's just a relationship of convenience."

Tsunade raised an amused brow.

“Oh? Just a matter of convenience is it?” She didn’t bother hiding her amusement from her voice or her lack of belief to the statement. Neji just didn’t seem the type to offer his body up just for pleasure. A one-night stand maybe, but repeated instances? She snorted. “Go. You’re young. Have fun with your convenience.”

Neji pursed his lips before turning back around and continuing out, pushing back any further embarrassment. He just wanted to get back to his own room and relax, glad that Hiashi-sama never made him train the day he came back from a mission.