Just The Same

« He just doesn’t look like me; he has the same abilities too… »



Neji Hyuuga paused, giving the doppelganger his utmost attention.



From a rock-and-holes infested meadow, pale ivory eyes calmly watched back.



It was unnerving, really, to see himself so clearly. Unlike a henge or a shadow clone--doubles created to abide by his orders for his every need--that copy was battling him, opposing him. He was about to get a taste of what he was like on the battlefield. The idea sent a thrill of excitement coursing through his spine.



Lee’s battle cries echoed unpleasantly at his ears. His concentration broken he turned down the receptor, annoyed. No doubt he’d have to finish this quickly in order to help his team mates and it was not going to be easy. He was, after all, a genius. But in that case he couldn’t believe that the copy had a chance of outdoing the original.



He charged his clone. The doppelganger dodged him easily, the graceful Gentle Fist movement flowing effortlessly, an intricate battle dance mastered with a confidence that carried its deadly accuracy.



He stared as the battle went on, fascinated in spite of himself. He had never realised how he moved, the fluidity of his poise as he switched from attack to defence, the precision with which he fell into the telltale motions of his clan’s techniques.



A long-fingered hand surged forward to parry the Kantai ball Neji had formed and the jounin fell back into a defensive stance, one arm rising automatically to deflect the blow.



Pale grey eyes locked with similar ones… and Neji realised he was a fraction too late.



‘Damn’ he thought, as his back hit one of the bloody rocks. He had been so… enthralled by himself he had not realised his movements had slowed down. The ghastly realisation of his mistake snapped him back to reality. Intent in asserting his superiority once more, he tried to get up…



… Only to discover that the clone had managed to sever the chakra paths in his arms.



“My, my,” a cool voice said. “Not so cocky now, are we?”



Neji tensed. His doppelganger was right above him, a smile on his lips. So they could talk too? Well, let him talk. Neji would use the opportunity to restore his damaged chakra points.



But as soon as he started gathering his energy, a sandaled foot slammed in his chest, knocking him down.



“Now, you’re really surprising me, Neji.” The clone’s smile, cool and haughty, grew larger. He tapped with one finger his cheekbone where the veins were still bulging. “You think you can fool me, with these eyes?” His head cocked to the side. “Could it have escaped your extraordinary observation skills that we’re the same?”



Neji glared at him, but said nothing. The main part of him was focusing on healing his chakra paths with as undetectable energy as possible, which was really slowing down the process but what other choice did he have? The tiny part left was seething at the taunt: how could he have been caught, twice? The similarity between them was what had distracted him in the first place, yet he forgot all about it not a minute later. What an idiot.



The doppelganger suddenly moved forward and Neji braced himself for another blow. But the clone lowered himself gracefully until he straddled Neji’s waist, the tip of his chocolate brown locks caressing his chest. A startled gasp escaped the jounin as a hand closed around his throat. There was a slight pressure but definitely not enough to choke him.



“How intriguing.” The mockery was still perceptible in the clone’s voice. The grey eyes were fixed on him, revealing nothing but sheer arrogance. “To have you here defenceless, entirely under my control. How… fascinating.”



Something dark and unidentifiable was hiding behind that voice, sending warning bells to Neji’s brain… and an entirely different kind of message, somewhere else. Intuition morphed to horrible realisation when the hand on his neck started to move lower, in a forceful caress, bringing the folds of his shirt apart.



Neji still couldn’t entirely make out the mood behind those opalescent eyes. But there was no mistaking the cruelty etched on the marble face, distorting it with a wicked expression and curling the edges of his smile.



The hand tweaked a nipple, and Neji gasped.



“Yes… weak, defenceless, and liking it… or liking me?” the clone breathed. Neji’s heart was beating loudly, erratic just like the hold he had on his chakra. The hand was moving lower, pushing away the shirt, revealing pale skin and toned abs.


“No… you don’t like being weakened. But,” his hand finally reached that sweet, horrible place and Neji couldn’t deny it anymore, couldn’t deny that he was aroused and that he was growing even more so under the clone’s hand.



“You enjoy being in control, don’t you?” The doppelganger’s smile disappeared and his hand retreated from Neji’s crotch. The jounin had moments to feel a mix of relief and abnormal, appalling disappointment before the clone licked his palm, eyes fixed on his.



“And,” the hand reached into Neji’s pants, freeing his cock that shamelessly sprang forward, red and long and pulsing. “… Right now you’re enjoying seeing me… that is, yourself…”



The clone’s long-fingered hand closed around Neji’s member, stroking, pulling, from the thick pale base to the purple mushroom-shaped head and still with those graceful, elegant movements. “…Having total control.”



The jounin groaned, Byakugan dissipating. He always tried to deny those… degrading urges and no one other than him had touched him there.



‘Well, that’s still the case, isn’t it?’ the slightly hysterical part of his brain pointed out. His hips bucked up in a silent, unassumed plea to go faster and the clone complied. His bearing was still straight, proud, untainted by lust and utterly perfect. Not one hair of his flawless brown mane was diplaced.



“But you...” the clone said, as Neji started leaking “You disgust me.” The grey eyes were drinking in Neji’s sight, the avid expression in them more frightening than anything Neji could have witnessed thus far in the fight.



“Look at you now,” the clone tugged harder on his member and arousal was pooling in his stomach as well as a lead-weight, sickly feeling. “Pathetically exposed, legs spread and cock out like a whore, aroused by the sight of yourself...” There, Neji heard his voice catch a bit, the first sign of unsteadiness since the beginning.



“... Where is your Hyuuga pride?” the clone finished, yanking Neji’s dick so hard now that his balls had escaped the confines of his pants and were bouncing along.



The doppleganger suddenly leaned so close that Neji felt his humid breath when he told him “So low...that’s what turns me on.”



Three things happened simultaneously:


Neji came, hard, his semen jerking in forceful white ribbons all over his chest and the clone’s hand.



He realised that the clone’s breath smelled of earth, of harvest with a whiff of decomposed leaves and of nothing remotely human.



He became conscious that he could move his arms again and that he had never lost the use of his legs in the first place.



A fraction later the Doppelganger was flying back across the meadow.



The jounin fell back into the Gentle Fist position, his eyes burning with hatred. ‘That thing is not even human!’



“You’re nothing like me!” he bellowed, before charging.



xxxXXXxxxXXXxxx



Minutes later, Neji watched as his finally defeated clone merged back with the earth he came from.



Yeah. Nothing alike.



‘A beautiful pale face, distorted by scorn and haughtiness. Eyes alight with greed, rejoicing in seeing his opponent so low, so pathetic, so needy...’



« He just doesn’t look like me; he has the same abilities too… »



... and mind?



Neji shuddered.




The end