Fateful Days

Yay, I'm back again. This time with a beat-ed version of the first chapter. *hugs ClaireBear to death for proofreading...then revives her again so she can continue writing 'Inbred'* Thank you so much to all the reviewers who actually took their time to leave a comment. I know I'm far from beeing the writer I want to be and the road ahead will be quite bumpy but with your support I'll try to make it ^_^ I'll continue posting a raw version of each chapter because up 'til now I haven't found anyone who fulfills my expectations in a beat-reader. I hope you don't mind too much. I'll try to make as little mistakes as possible -_-' .

To my reviewers:

HumanInfiltrator: thanks...I'll try to be as unpredictable as possible...and I doubt that this will be a problem with all these ideas running wildly around in my head ^_^ and I'll be careful with the characters but if it seems as if I'm pushing them too far too soon would you be so kind as to point it out to me? *looks at HumanInfiltrator with puupy-dog eyes*

Black_Feathers: I hope you coninue having fun while reading my little story ^^

Tyra: *Still happily munching away on your cookie* That was yummy, thanks ^_^ And I have to agree - Neji in womens clothes...phew *fans herself* I just hope I can live up to your expectations o.O And I love all my reviewers^^ As far as the rape-part of tis story..I'm still a little bit undecided - make it an almost rape of Neji where Shika comes to the rescue or do I just let the guy rape an anonymous person and Neji and Shika capture and kill him afterwards...hmmm, decisions, decisions. Maybe you can help me decide?

pen_name: OHMYGOD!!! I got a review from you!!! *falls over in a dead faint* Thank you soooo much! Now I'm even more critical with this story since I know you'll be reading it. Not that I wasn't critical with it before but now I'll make an extra effort ^_^ And I wasn't kidding when I said I read your story at least six times. I just finished reading the latest chapter of 'More Unspoken Rules'. I was hillarious and sexy at the same time. I wish that someday I'll be as good as you in writing fanfics.

Anyhow, enough with my chitchat. On to the fic ^^

Fateful Days


Chapter 2

Second Day - First Night:

Shikamaru stood in front of the mirror but he didn't look into it. He knew what he would see. Ordinary through and through. Ordinary brown hair, bound together at the top of his head by an ordinary elastic hairtie. Ordinary dark brown eyes. Ordinary straight nose, neither too small nor too big for his face. Ordinary lips with a thinner upper lip and a slightly fuller bottom one. Ordinary cheekbones, not high as Nejis or Sasukes. Ordinary height and build albeit more on the slender site. All in all nothing special. And always the same bored expression and lazy attitude. Nobody would fawn over him like they did with Sasuke or Neji.

And speaking of the longhaired Jounin - how the heck was he supposed to act like he was in love with him when he really was just that. In love. With Neji. Beautiful, perfect, Jounin-at-fifteen Neji. Shikamaru sighed. He knew that his partner looked good. He had to be blind to NOT notice. That hair alone was something that many fantasised about. He was sure of that because he himself did it. Regularly. And if his case of unrequited love wasn’t enough, he now had to act the part of Neji’s boyfriend. Damn, this is going to be soooo mendokuse... .

‘I just hope we can find this guy who raped the men and kill him as soon as possible. Otherwise I'm so doomed. Neji is not stupid he will realise the feelings I have for him, sooner or later. I'd rather it be later. Much later.’

Taking one last deep breath, Shikamaru splashed some cold water onto his face, brushed his teeth and put on his bed-clothes. Afterwards he returned to the mainroom to find Neji already in his bed and seemingly asleep. Following the example of the older man he too climbed into the slightly too soft bed, felt the mattress dip under him too much and prepared himself for an uncomfortable night with little sleep.

Third Day - Morning:


Yawing so wide his jaws cracked a little bit, Shikamaru got out of bed. Like he predicted the evening before, he didn't get much sleep. At least not a very restful one. Blinking, his half-lidded eyes searched the room for his teammate only to shot open in pure astonishment when he spotted the young Jounin in nothing but a wet, slipping towel around his slender waist. The long, long hair cascaded in a water-heavy mass down Nejis back and his pale skin shone in the early morning light that filtered through their window. A light sheen of moisture from the just-finished shower still covered the slightly muscled body of the living god in front of him. Just one thought crossed Shikamarus mind in that moment - fucking beautiful. Luckily, Neji was standing with his back to Shikamaru and thus didn't notice the slow journey of his eyes. Starting from top, following that impossible long hair down the slender back to the small hollow at the end of his lower back. Down to the alluring curves of Neji’s bottom, which were still hidden beneath the towel but none the less Shikamarus eyes stopped their traveling to linger there for a moment or two … or three. Then they continued further downward. Seemingly endless pale, sinewy, hairless legs...wait a minute - hairless? Shikamaru took a double-take. Yep, no hairs whatsoever.

‘What the heck?’ After getting his sleepy brain to work properly he cautiously adressed the walking wet dream in front of him.

"Uhm, Neji, may I ask you a question?"

Neji, who just had finished brushing his teeth and was now drying his hands, looked up. Meeting the eyes of his partner he only waited.

"How come your legs are...uh, so..uhm, smooth?" The moment the last word left his mouth, Shikamaru wished he could take it back.

'Smooth, yeah, right. So much for my brain working properly again. Shika no baka!’

While his outward appearance didn’t change one bit, inside Neji was grinning from ear to ear.

‘Gotcha!’

In his usual dismissive tone he answered.

"Well, didn't you tell me just yesterday that I have to wear womens clothes for this mission?" Waiting for Shika to nod, he continued.

"And wouldn't it be strange for a man who wears womens' clothes regularly to have unshaved legs?" Another nod.

"Well, then. There is your answer. Now, would you please give me my first set of clothes. I put them on the bed. And the black shoes that are in the right site of the wardrobe, please."

Shikamaru obeyed without a word. How could he, if his throat still was as dry as Suna’s deserts. Automatically he took the clothes and shoes Neji mentioned an brought them to the still half naked shinobi. Neji took them equally wordless and shut the door to the bathroom. Slowly Shikamaru wandered over to the window that went out to an alley. Watching the passerbys he tried to sort out his jumbled thoughts.

'Okay, that was kind of weird. I never thought Neji would go through all this stuff with so little fussing. Not after he reacted so strongly to the groping yesterday. Maybe he just has accepted the crossdressing as a part of the mission that has to be done. But why did he have to be standing right there with the door wide open? Almost as naked as the day he was born? Hm, maybe this is his way of trying to be more open with me since we have to become much more closer for this whole relationship-acting-thing to work out properly. Yeah, that has to be it. He is doing it just for the mission. Why else should he parade around in front of me, half naked and so fucking beautiful it hurts. Ah shit, thinking like this is getting me nowhere.'

Leaning his forehead against the cool glass of the window, Shikamaru forced himself to think about the mission and how to go about trapping that rapist/killer.

Ten minutes later an embaressed beyond all that is holy Neji appeared in the doorway and murmered something under his breath. The young Nara heir, who in the meantime had ordered something for breakfast, looked over the rim of his tea cup and nearly spit out the hot beverage. Slowly he got up and crossed the few steps that seperated him from the vision standing in front of him.

Long-fingered, elegant hands folded modestly in front of him, Neji looked good enough to eat. The hair was up in a high ponytail, bound together with a vine-red silk ribbon. His slender torso and upper thighs were encased in a tight-fitting, sleeveless chinese styled silk-dress. It was of a midnight violet color, around the hem elegant rosé colored sakurablossoms were scattered and on each side of the dress was a slit that went up to Nejis hips, baring a good portion of cream colored skin. The whole get up was very elegant and befitting for the young Hyuuga. It made him look like one of these Chinese princesses. And was that a dust of eyeshadow he could see?

Slowly Shikamaru made his way around his teammate. Examining him. At the back he stopped. Now he knew what Neji had murmered when coming into the room. He couldn't get up the zipper at the back on his own. Finishing his round around the Jounin and coming to stand in front of him again he saw a look in the pale eyes that Shika couldn't read. Trying to say something to assure Neji about his looks he just came up with a blank. Instead he utterd a soft "shall I help you with that" and was proud to notice that his voice didn't sound as breathy as he feared it would.

Neji just lifted one elegent eyebrow at Shikamarus sudden soft-spokenness but turned around for his partner to close the zipper. Inside his little devious brain a plan began to form while he shifted his long hair out of the way.

The moment Shikamarus hands touched the zipper at his back, the older Jounin bent his head down a little bit in an almost submissive gesture. Shika paused, then resumed his task at hand. When he was up between the shoulderblades of the young Hyuuga, Neji let a small shiver travel through his slender frame - and he didn't even have to fake it. Shikas hand, so close to touching his skin, did strange things to his selfcontrol. Almost making him wish that the other shinobi would open instead of close the zipper to his dress. By now the young Naras' hands had arrived at his neck, probably the most sensitiv region on his body, and Neji ended his little performance with a small, seemingly suppressed, moan and another shiver. He almost laughed out loud when Shikamaru hasteliy stepped around him and into the bath, closing the door rather abruptly.

With his mood in high spirits Neji made his way over to his bed to try and put on his new shoes - which had ridiculously high heels. Balancing for a moment or two he tried a few steps in the direction of the window, where his breakfast was still waiting. After he finished eating, Neji tried a few more rounds. A few minutes later, confidence restored, he dared to lengthen his careful steps to fluid strides across the whole room. When he finished his sixth round, a freshly showered Nara Shikamaru reentered the small bedroom. Without even looking in Nejis direction he strode over to his bed, searched for his clothes and threw them on faster than Neji could say Byakugan.

Only now did the younger of the two look over to see what his teammate had been up to. And fuck if his little problem from moments ago didn't return tenfold. Neji standing there, insanly confident in his whole get-up, head held high, eyes shimmering in a proud, challenging way, was plainly breathtaking. He looked as if he was made to wear such clothes. As if he felt comfortable in them. And the way he now moved over to him...pure seduction, if you'd ask Shikamaru. The slim hips swaying in a hypnotizing way that wasn't there before. As if Neji only just now became fully aware of his own sexyness and decided to fully explore it. And the poor Nara boy wasn't immune to it. Oh no, not the slightest bit if you took in his much deeper breathing, the bulge in front of his cargo-pants and the slight flush across the bridge of his nose and cheekbones.

Yet the most apparent sign for his arousel was the naked hunger in his eyes. Hasteliy masked but there none the less.

And Neji had seen it.

‘Now, what will you do, Shikamaru?’

'Tch, mendokuse...what to do now?' thought Shikamaru, unknowingly mirroring Neji’s thoughts. All the while keeping his eyes from roaming over the expanse of pale skin and trying to ignore the obvious sexual tension in the room. He managed neither of the two things.

'Damn, I didn't want him to find out about me like this. Maybe in a nice bar with a little bit alcohol already in his system. But. Not. Like. This!'

Sighing he started to tell Neji about some mission-related things, just to change the subject, but before he could utter even one syllable Neji was there. Right in his face. With his hot, hungry lips on his own.

'Mendo...ohhh..kuse' was Shikas last coherend thought.


-TBC-

bwuahahahaha *evil laughter*...cliffhanger... .

Yeah, I know very short chappie, but since we have such beautiful weather here in Germany at the moment I'm kind of...unwilling to put my lazy self in front of my computer. I'd rather sit in the sun and read my Lord of the Rings book. ^_^' But I promise to update a longer chapter next.
Now, tell me, do I go too fast? Too slow? To...whatever? Please review so I know if this is just utter trash or if there is still hope for me and Shikamaru and Neji ^^