Fateful Days

Hello again! You all still with me although I haven’t updated in a while? Thank you so much! Why I didn’t update, you asked? Hmm, shall I tell you the truth? I was busy reading stuff from Hestia, animehead, pen_names ‘Adrenaline’ and other authors ^_^’ Gomen nasai! I promise I’ll be working harder in the future! Oh and did anyone of you ever saw the movie ‘Moonchild’ with Gackt and Hyde? No? Well, I haven’t seen it either but I LOVE the song ‘Orenji no Taiyou’ that is sung by them. It’s playing in the background – in an endless loop ^_^ If you want to have it too, mail me!

Alright, on to the reviews:

TheSirens – you read my story instead of learning for your finals?! Uiuiui…I just hope I didn’t ruin your grades ^_~ …but I’m glad you like my story enough to risk that : P

Tyra – ahhh, now a whole box full of cookies…you know that I tend to get FAT FAST?!?...But I love you (and your cookies) nonetheless… I hope you like what is happening in this chappie and please continue to review…as for Neji as a rape victim…hmmm, you just have to wait and see…well, read ^_~

HumanInfiltrator – waiii, you’re still with me…I’m sooo glad! Thanks for your kind words…and I hope the little scene between Shika and Neji at the beginning of this chappie warms you up a little bit ^_^

Evil Angel – me? Cliifhangers?...never ^_^ the funny thing about my cliffis is…I never plan them, they just suddenly crop up and bite me in the arse..nasty little things, aren’t they?

Pen_name – wahhh, my hero-ess! I hope you continue ‘Adrenaline’…was kind of funny to read my idea, written by another author o.O …and you did such a great job! I hope you’ll like this chappie and that you will stay with me ^_^


And to all of you who read the first chapter – I edited just a very small detail so it fits better into the context. Nothing you have to re-read!

Now, enough of that. On to the chappie ^^… Oh, and Neji will be quite OOC in this one (and probably in the next, too) because of the past that I created for him in this fic.


Day Three – In the middle of the day

Still unaware of the malicious presence nearby, Neji and Shikamaru finished their meal and went back to the hotel to plan their next move. They sat down on Neji’s bed before Shikamaru started his explanation.

“I suggest we start with a little shopping tour through the town. This way we will be able to get an allover-view from the city and at the same time present you to the rapist.”

Shikamaru was in his element. And Neji loved to watch his not-so-secret-love when he was in this totally focused state. He would get this little crease in he middle of his forehead that just begged Neji to kiss it away. And so he did. Leaning over to the Nara he gently brushed his lips against the soft, slightly tanned skin.

Shikamaru stopped his speech midword and blinked. Was Neji just kissing his forehead? Like a mother would do to a child. Strangely enough he didn’t feel emberassed but comforted. Closing his eyes he decided to just feel instead of think for a while.

Feeling Shikamaru tensing at first Neji thought he had overstepped his bounds but after a few seconds the young man relaxed again and Neji kept the light contact for a little longer before leaning back again.

Feeling Nejis lips leaving his skin, Shika reopened his eyes and looked straight into a pair of pale silvery ones. Staring, mesmerized, this time it was him who leaned in and captured the soft, gently smiling lips with his own. A small, content sigh greeted his action as Neji slowly tilted his head so he could deepen the kiss even further. Without hesitation, Shikamaru let his tongue trace the outlines of Nejis lips and delved between them when the long-haired beauty opened them up to him.

Their tongues entwined and duelled in a sensual dance, stoking the twin fires of desire in their bodies. The kiss grew more heated as Shikamaru let out a moan that vibrated against Neji lips and semed to travel straight to his groin. A shudder tore through him when he felt Neji pressing closer to him. The heat of his body almost overwhelming, the smell of his hair clowding Shikas senses and the sounds..god the sounds the older shinobi made...

Shikamaru felt his body tighten and his cock harden. Shimatta...if he keeps rubbing against me like this I won’t be able to hold back much longer.

Luckily, Neji seemed to come to the same conclusion and slowly, reluctantly ended the kiss. Breathing heavily he leaned back and stood up from the bed. Crossing the room and coming to stand by the window, he closed his pale eyes and tried to reign in his raging hormones who demanded that he instantly resumed the kissing from moments ago. Shaking his head and sending his hair flying around him, he focused on clearing his lust fogged brain.

Shikamaru watched his partner and decided is was better to just leave him alone for a few minutes. Flopping back on the soft mattress, struggling with the remaining arousel in his body, he took slow, deep breaths to calm his racing heartbeat.

Minutes ticked by and Shikamaru was slowly drifting into a light doze when he heard a small humorless chuckle from the window, where Neji stood.

Sitting up he looked over to his friend to see what amused him so. Nejis eyes where still closed but a smirked was fixed on his face. A smirk many would discribe as devious. Shikamaru felt goosebumps rise on his skin. What was the young Hyuuga plotting?

“Neji, what are you thinking about?”

Another of these strangly selfdepreciating chuckles followed and Neji finally opened his eyes to reveal pale orbs with such a cold look in them that Shikamaru felt chilled to the bone.

“Neji?”

Shit, something is really wrong here.

With a calmness that wasn’t really there, Neji came back to Shikamaru and sat down next to him. But he avoided making eye-contact.

“Do you know why I have always been so distant to you guys?”

The young Nara didn’t answer the question since it was clear that it was only retorical anyway.

“Because I didn’t want to give them more fodder for their teasing.”

A questioning sound left Shika but he still waited in silence for Neji to continue. And he did in a soft voice that belied the anger and resentment he felt.

“Man-whore, that’s what they used to call me. Too beautiful for my own good. They said that someday I would come back fom a mission with either torn clothes and torn spirit or with a deadly desease, worthy of a faggot like me. At first I didn’t even realize what they meant. I never thought about men in that way. I never thought about ‘it’ – Sex was something adults with too much free-time or married couples did to reproduce. When they called me a man-lover for the first time I just ignored it. I still don’t know how they saw it before I did. Seems my byakugan is still not as advanced as theirs. After a few months of continued teasing and cruel jokes I started to fight against it. Saying that I’m not ‘one of those’. That I like no-one and that I’m not even interested in anyone at the moment. Of course they didn’t believe me. They thought that I just wanted to cover my true sexuality. And that at a time where I didn’t even have one. Ironic, isn’t is. Then, one day after I got back from a missin they were waiting for me. They had a present they told me. I didn’t trust them but they were all older and, at that point, still stronger then me. I followed them to a remote warehouse. There they pushed me into a room and I knew what exactly they wanted me to do. Because, lying on a mattress in the middle of the room, was one of the towns most frequented whores. Naked and already fingering herself in front of us. The other guys cheered me on and whispered to me that if what I said was true, that I wasn’t a cocksucker, that I wouldn’t have any problems with fucking her. What do you think I did, eh Shikamaru?”

Shikamaru, at that point was balling his hands into tight fists so that Neji couldn’t see their trembling. He swore, the moment they got back to Konoha he would do something, anything to let this fuckers suffer. And suffer greatly. For the moment though he had to concentrate on his friend and hopefully soon to be lover.

“I don’t know what you did but I probably would have tried to rip them to pieces and then have the whore arrested for selling her body to an underage person. But I bet that wasn’t your reaction, correct?”

Neji let out a small huff but his posture seemed a little more relaxed.

“No, that wasn’t what I did at all. I puked. I puked all over that woman. I was so disgusted with her, them and most of with myself.”

Shikamaru was stunned.

“ Why would you be disgusted with yourself, for heavens sake? It was them who did something nasty to you!”

Neji smiled. A small sad smile that tugged at Shika’s heart and made him wish he could turn back the time and make all that shit undone. But he couldn’t do that so he settled for the next best thing. He put his arm around Nejis shoulders and sqeezed gently, trying to convey his support without words.

Neji leaned against him and took what little strenght he could from his...what? Friend? Partner? Lover? No, not lover. Not yet, anyway. But maybe in the near future.

“I was disgusted with myself because that was the exact moment when I realized that they were right the whole time. I was all these things they called me. Just because I never did anything with anyone didn’t mean, that it wasn’t right. I knew because I didn’t feel anything at all when I looked at that woman. I didn’t get hard or even a little excited when I looked at her . Nothing, no reaction. It was in that moment that I realized that I would be an outcast from society and from my clan. I wouldn’t be able to fullfill my role as a byakugan user – produce offspring and therefore a new generation of byakugan user. I was horrified. And as if that wasn’t enough, no. The guys who had brought me there witnessed my reaction. But before they could do anything, I ran. I ran as fast as I could, back to my own room. I took a hot shower, scrubbed myself raw in an attempt at getting rid of this…nasty feeling this encounter had left me with. The attempt failed of course and cried. I cried like I never did before and never did afterwards. That night I didn’t sleep. Instead I visited my fathers grave and begged him to not be angry with me. To not be disappointed. I hope he could hear me, wherever his soul may be. After that incident I avoided human contact as much as possible. Except for a little bit of masturbation here and there, to relieve the pressure, I’ve never had any sexual experience. You are the only one whom I would allow to touch me in this way, though I don’t really know why that is so.” The last part of that sentence was a complete lie but Neji wasn’t ready to tell Shikamaru the truth. That he would allow the touch from the young Nara because he wanted him. For the first time in his rather young life he wanted someone. Someone to touch and hold and to cherish.

Shikamarus mind was running a mile a minute. Never...never...he never had sex before. He is completely untouched. And dear Shikas heart did almost burst with the absolute joy. His Neji was a virgin. He’d never taken anyone or been taken by anyone. He would be his first…and hopefully last.

Realizing that Neji was still avoiding eyecontact, Shikamaru slowly raised his hand and gently lifted the chin of his fellow shinobi. For a short moment he could see the troubled, almost defeated look in these pale, slightly violet tinted orbs before they closed. He leaned in and kissed each eyelid, feeling the impossible long lashes flutter under his soft touch.

Neji exhaled and slowly, still unsure of Shikas reaction, relaxed against his younger companion. It wasn’t easy to relive these moments and to lay his feelings open like that. He never was a very outgoing person but after that incident in the warehouse he was like a shell - beautiful to look at but closed off to almost everyone. The only exception was Naruto. He had this energetic, naïve, easygoing nature that drew you to him, if you wanted or not. And of course now there was Shikamaru. Who still hadn’t said a single thing. The relaxed feeling slowly dissipated again and made room for insecureties that only very few people ever saw.

Will he hate me now? Could he still love me? What should I do if he hates me now? Oh god, please don’t let him hate me! Please, dear god, don’t do that to me! He is the only one who may understand, the only one I can trust, the only one I want, the only one I…I…I…love! Yes, god, yes…I love him! Please, don’t take that away from me. Please, please, please… .

Without realizing it, Neji had begun to slowly rock back and forth. Seeing nothing, hearing nothing. Totally lost in his own mind and fears. It was the first time all the anguish he had felt that day broke through the defenses he had put around his heart and cut him deep. All this time he had tried to avoid thinking about it. Completely shutting down any stray thought about that incident. And now, after all this time the feelings of despair and disappointment had a chance to grow within him, he didn’t know how to handle them.

Shikamaru, who had been thinking about what he could do…no, what he WOULD do as soon as they got back, was rudely brought back to the here and now, when suddenly Neji started his rocking motion. Analyzing the situation and recognizing the signs of a traumatized person slipping away, he did the only thing he could think of – shocking Neji back to awareness. With a slap! What he didn’t know was, that he, in that moment, did exactely what Neji feared most.

Nejis head flew to the site and his senses told him, that yes, Shika had just slapped him. His eyes widening his hand reached for his cheek, feeling it throb and heating slightly. Slowly he turned his head back to look at Shikamaru. Fear, rejection and selfloathing evident in his whole demeanor.

“You…you…slapped me.”

“Yes.”

“So… .”

“Yes?”

“That’s what you think of me, now that you know.”

Shika blinked.

And blinked again.

An then it clicked.

“Dear god, Neji – NO!!! No, you misunderstood! I just slapped you to get you back to me. You were so out of it that I didn’t know what else to do. It has nothing to do with the things you told me. Nothing at all. I never could or would hurt you deliberatly. I love you!” The unexpected outburst was followed by dead silence.

Then a shocked gasp.

More silence. The only sound was the ticking of the clock in the background. Until…

“Mendokuse.”

A small smile and finally something like joy in clear, silvery eyes. The hope for a new beginning shining in them.

“Me too.”

A meeting of brown and pale eyes.

A touch of hands.

A twining of fingers.

An unspoken promise.

And the beginning of something that neither of them had the courage to name yet. Something that promised unimaginable joy, yet also something that would probably bring them pain.

An unsure future.

And in the dusty shadows outside of their hotel, a slender figure watched their window with madness glinting in cold eyes. Planning future moves and dreaming of inflicting horrible pain to one of the two young men in that room. And a hoarse voice full of hate and murderous venom whispered a promise into the hot air.

“No one takes him away from me. He is mine.”


-TBC-


I hope you liked this chapter. REVIEWs PLEASE!!! I don’t know if this is godd or untter crap. I’m still quite insecure … and I’m probably getting on your nerves right now, so I will just shut up and hope you will tell me if I’m no good and this <_<