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As the summary indicates, this is Neji/Hina. If the idea of
these two together makes you uncomfortable, then DO NOT READ THIS STORY.

Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN NARUTO. Anyone surprised? No, I didn't think so.

Hollow

She
stood on her balcony, clad in a white nightgown that, a few years earlier, she
never would have dreamed of wearing. The velvety soft material clung to every
curve and contour of her body, leaving very little to the imagination. Draped
over her shoulders was a knitted shawl that her sister made for her some time
ago, to celebrate the coming of age of a girl once believed to be a weakling,
only capable of lurking in the shadows, a sickly pale creature who shied away
from the light. Oh, how surprised they all had been when she proved them wrong!
The
light breeze of summer whispered through her blue-black hair to kiss her
upturned face, and she breathed it in deeply, feeling as if she could be
carried away on phantom wings, lifted high above all of her troubled thoughts.
She pulled the shawl closer to her skin as the light of the full moon shone
down upon her, creating an iridescent sheen against the surrounding darkness.
Eyes devoid of pupils rose to greet that light, struck by how beautiful a sight
it truly was. No matter how often she looked, the moon never ceased to weave a
spell over her.
The
balcony was not an uncommon place for her to occupy whenever sleep refused to
come; she always found comfort here, with no one else around but nature�s
hands. Here, she had no fears of failure, no anxieties over how others would
judge her; here, her head remained clear of burdens, of remorse, of pain. Even
on a night such as this, there was nothing.
Or,
at least, there should not have been. Try as she might, the reality of what had
occurred today refused to leave her heart, and, deep inside, she knew that it
never would.
Today,
her fate had been sealed.
Her
eyes fluttered shut, a few tiny, crystal-like tears trickling from the corners,
though she made no move to wipe them away. How many years had passed since she
allowed herself to cry?
*****
So
many things changed when Naruto went off to train with one of the Legendary
Sannin, Jiraya, the man who had become his sensei before the final section of
the Chuunin exams. As she watched from afar the retreating back of the boy she
admired so, she vowed to herself that she would become stronger for him, do all
within her power to make something of her life as he strove to do with every
day of his.
And
so, while Naruto focused on achieving his dream away from them, she began to
break free of the chains that bound her, slowly moving forward step by step. At
first, she flinched from the idea of allowing her father to train her once
again while he also mentored her cousin, but the more she watched the two of
them, analyzing their movements as a tactician would, the bolder she became. It
was not long before she began to spar against her dark-haired cousin, and then
her father. While she still had a long way to go, her skills began to improve.
Along
with mastering control over her physical self, she also learned to keep her
emotions on the inside by schooling her mind through intense meditation, an
exercise she practiced diligently at the beginning and end of each day. No
longer would she show any outward signs of fear or sadness, for such folly had
been used against her before, and she was determined not to let it happen
again, which was the case for quite some duration.
But
other things changed as well. The distance that existed between herself and the
cousin whom she feared as she respected started to close ever so gradually.
While it cannot be said that past wounds were magically healed, and that the
two traveled on a path heading towards friendship, she and he were finally able
to cohabit a room together without the atmosphere radiating hatred on his part,
discomfort on hers. Whatever their relationship was, the strain that had
plagued it lessened to a considerable degree, so much that others began to
notice, though comments were usually kept silent.
As
for the rest of her family, she was affectionately referred to as a Phoenix,
having shed off her previous skin and rising up as a new being from the ashes
of her former self. Yes, her spirit was the same, but the body and mind that
housed it were not. She had found her way of the ninja after years of searching
blindly, a fact that her clan, and more importantly, her father and sister,
acknowledged. She cherished their acceptance of her more than any earthly
possession, and, for a time, she was at peace.
Events
passed quickly after Naruto reappeared, a calm, calculating warrior in place of
the fumbling, inexperienced Genin he had once been. The second attack of
Akatsuki rained down on Konoha with more force than the first; many brave ninja
lost their lives during this wave, taken down defending the village that they
loved. Orochimaru, secretly pleased to have so convenient a diversion, began
sending units of his Sound-nins to flank the Leaf on all sides, his newest
acquisition, the traitor Uchiha Sasuke leading his own special cell of elites.
The
fighting was brutal at every turn, and all able-bodied ninja were expected to
do their part to ensure the safety of their village. The Hyuuga clan banded
together for what would be the first time, those of the Main House shedding
blood and sweat with those of the Branch House.
In the presence of all whom she loved, the shy,
timid girl made her stand, and proved her worth. Later, she would hear the
details of the final battle between Naruto and Sasuke, of the fall of a cursed
clan, a driven organization, and a corrupted Sannin. Later, she would mourn for
all who had been slain, attend a solemn gathering for those left behind, but
not now. At this moment, she fought like she had never fought before, for
herself, for her clan, for her home, for a young man with bright blonde hair
and a cheerful, honest face�a young man who was destined to become Hokage.
He did not get to glimpse her as she risked all on
the field of battle, for he was already engaged with a greater foe, one who had
been his friend, his teammate, his rival, one who had betrayed them all in
order to attain the power which, he believed, would enable him to kill his
brother and avenge his family. Sasuke did not see that he was becoming the very
thing that he despised so in Itachi, but Naruto did. As much as it hurt him, he
forced himself to regard Sasuke as he would an enemy, and did not hold anything
back.
Because of that, she unleashed everything she had in
her own arena, drawing strength from Naruto�s courage.
After the War concluded and the dust had settled, no
one who still lived was ever the same again. The years that followed were
sober, the villagers doing the best they could to hold their heads high and
reconstruct themselves, even as they began repairs on the scattered remains of
Konoha. But they were also healing years, where those who would not normally
reach out to each other providing a helping hand, or a shoulder to cry on.
Instead of weakening spirits, the opposite happened, and, with time, things
began to progress smoothly once again. However, none would forget that the War
had taken place, for there were too many reminders in the once occupied chairs
now left vacant, the battle scars that more than a few bore, the absence of
buildings that had stood tall and proud. Godaime, wounded in the leg, would
walk with a limp for the rest of her days, though she did not allow her
disability to halt her plans. Under her sharp eye, reform programs began
springing up all over the village, bringing about much needed changes in
defense, and the way affairs were conducted.
Naruto moved up in rank faster than anyone expected,
and, while he appeared happy, the shadows beneath his eyes that had not existed
prior to his final confrontation with Sasuke betrayed his true feelings. He
carried on day after day, however, his abundance of smiles and wisecracks doing
wonders for all those who served under him, and even for those who did not. He
was noticed now more than ever before, acknowledged as a fine shinobi and a
capable leader. She continued to watch him as she did when she was a girl, her
heart almost bursting with pride. He said that he would never give up on his
goal, and look at how far he had come! Now, others would see him as she always
had, a good person despite the Kyuubi who was sealed beneath his skin.
Never had she expected for him to notice her, for
his eyes to meet with hers as a smile lit his face. How often had she dreamed
about this, of finally being worthy of that beautiful smile? Of course, she had
no idea that his heart would never belong to her, that it had already been given
to another, Tsunade�s pink-haired apprentice and Naruto�s other former
teammate, Haruno Sakura. He had loved her since their Academy days, even though
he knew that she was more interested in Sasuke. At some point, however, he
began to doubt that she would ever return his love, even after Sasuke
disappeared once the War ended, and he could not help but despair.
Perhaps he showed her affection because of this, to
ease the pain of rejection�
Whether
or not she knew that he was using her to some degree, she decided not to make
an issue of it, and enjoyed the time that they spent together, even if it was
not meant to last. He talked to her about many things, about his life, about
his dreams, about his fears and weaknesses, and she listened to him with an
attentive ear, occasionally voicing a comment or two when she felt it
necessary, though, most of the time, he was the one to carry on the
conversation. Sakura was never spoken of, though she was always at the back of
his mind, just beyond his grasp. He did try to transfer his feelings to the
Hyuuga girl, because he understood how wrong it was for him to string her along
when she cared for him as much as she did, and for short period, he was able to
fool himself into believing that he could make things work.
At
least, until Sakura reentered his life.
*****
�Naruto-kun,� she said in her soft voice, her hands
folded in her lap. �Is something wrong? You haven�t been acting like yourself
today��
He
turned his head towards her, the expression on his face unreadable. He had run
into Sakura that morning when he went out to pick up some groceries for his
near-empty cupboards. Right when he caught sight of the familiar pink tresses
that could only belong to his Sakura-chan, his heart began to flutter as it
always did whenever he thought of her, and all of the forbidden emotions that
he locked away came tumbling out into the open. They exchanged words and an
embrace, as well as a promise to see each other again soon to catch up. And
now, no matter what he did, he was unable to erase the image of her face from
his mind�
�Don�t
worry about it. I�m fine,� he replied absently, giving her a smile that did not
quite reach his eyes.
Normally,
she backed down whenever he indicated that he did not wish to discuss a subject
any further, but her lips moved before she could stop them. �Then why do I feel
like you�re lying to me?�
Tension
hung in the air between them for a moment, neither saying a word. She put her
hand to her mouth after the words left it, instantly regretting what she said.
�I
told you,� Naruto broke the silence, eyes fixed on the ground. �I�m just a
little out of sorts, that�s all. I didn�t get much sleep last night.�
She
looked at him, though he did not look back.
�Oh.�
After
that, things rapidly spiraled downhill. Naruto did meet with Sakura, at a tiny
park near the Borderlands, the same place he had taken her years ago before he
departed with Jiraya. It was peaceful being out there with her, sharing a
picnic lunch and talking as if they had never parted. Naruto found himself
opening up to her completely, telling her all of the details of his troubled
relationship while she twined her fingers through his, their eyes locked
together.
�Naruto�I�I
need to say something to you, even though I probably shouldn�t, especially not
now�� She said after he�d finished, her hand tightening around his. �But if I
don�t get it out, I know I�ll regret it for the rest of my life.�
His
heart began to beat a mismatched rhythm against his chest, though, by a
miraculous show of willpower, he remained calm. �Go ahead. I won�t bite ya,
promise,� he grinned. �Haven�t done that in years.�
Sakura
giggled, and smacked him playfully on the arm. �Oh Naruto, you never change.�
�Is
that a good thing, or a bad thing?�
�Good
thing,� she replied, her features becoming soft. Tentatively, she reached out
her free hand and began tracing the whisker-like markings on his cheeks with a
fingertip. �Do you know that a day doesn�t go by when I don�t think of you?�
She whispered, unshed tears swimming in her eyes. �I�ve been an idiot, Naruto�a
complete and total idiot. I let you walk away from me without a word, made you
believe that I didn�t care at all�� A single tear escaped to trickle down her
face. �I don�t deserve you, not after all of the things that I�ve done to you,
all the things that I�ve said�I don�t, but she does. She�s always believed in
you�and�if she is the person who will make you happy, then I can�t come between
you.�
�Sakura,
what are you getting at?� Naruto asked,
taking hold of both her hands and squeezing them.
His
heart was in his eyes.
�I��
she began, but bit her lip.
�Go
on,� he urged. �Please��
�I
love you.�
The
birds amongst the trees twittered as the sun began to set, the sky filling with
a brilliant array of color. A few golden leaves spiraled down from overhanging
branches, blanketing the ground around them. Before either could stop and
rationalize over what they were doing, Naruto and Sakura were in each other�s
arms, their mouths pressed together in a heated kiss, the first real kiss for
both. When they finally broke apart for air, Naruto crushed her to him, her
body fitting snugly against his own. She clung back with all her strength, not
wanting to let go.
�Why
didn�t you tell me?� He whispered into her hair, his own tears falling. �You
little fool! I�ve always loved you, always. How could I ever love anyone but
you, huh?� He pulled back and cupped her face between his hands. �I�m not a
good man, Sakura. I�I thought that if I gave her a chance, I would get over
you. What does that make me?�
�Human,�
she answered honestly, resting her forehead against his. �No more, no less.�
Her lip trembled. �Oh Naruto�what�ll we do? It�s not fair to her��
�No,
being with a guy who doesn�t love her with all his heart isn�t fair. She is one
of the sweetest human beings on this earth, and as long as she�s with me,
she�ll only wither. I couldn�t bear to see that happen to her.�
More
leaves fell, harbingers of new season to come, a season of cold, of snow, of
ice.
Winter.

As
soon as she saw him, she knew that what they had, or pretended to have, was
gone, even before he sat her down to explain. The emotionless mask she wore
only lasted for a few minutes before it cracked, the tears flowing faster than
she could stop them.
�I�m
sorry,� he said, and meant it. �I�m so sorry�I wish I could make this easier
for you.� His arms wrapped around her, though she did not return the embrace.
�I love you like a sister, and I�ll always be here if you need me. Don�t ever
forget that, do you understand?�
All
she could do was nod against his chest, her heart broken. A part of her wanted
to scream at him, to throw things, to take out all of her anger and frustration
and sadness on him, though she did not. She was as much to blame as he, after
all. Even though she had an inkling that he was still in love with Sakura, she
allowed him to reel her in, hoping that, by some miracle, he would come to love
her instead. She had been wrong.

That
was the last time she cried.

*****
�Hinata.�
A
deep, male voice roused her from the memories, and she was on the balcony
again, the wind cool on her skin. Her eyes opened, and she swiped at the tears
in order to get rid of any evidence of weakness.
�Couldn�t sleep, I see,� the voice drifted closer.
�I�m afraid I couldn�t, either.� Two
large, lithe hands rested lightly on her shoulders. Hinata breathed deeply to
still the fluttering of her heart, praying that he could not feel her tremble
beneath his touch. Angling her head to the side, she stole a quick glance at
her cousin, though she averted her gaze when he noticed.
�So,
you heard, then.�
A
pause.
�Yes.
Uncle informed me this evening.�
�I
see.�
Her
eyes traveled toward his face again, trying to make out his expression. Though
it was dark, she could tell that he wore the same, blank mask that she had
become accustomed to wearing. She waited for him to speak, but when he did not,
she decided to take the plunge. His silence unnerved her.
�And?
What do you think of it?� Why is my heart pounding? I can barely breathe�
Neji tensed ever so slightly, the muscles in his jaw
going taut as he ground his teeth together, only to relax seconds later.
�From
the time of my birth, it has been my duty to serve the Main House.� He stared
off into the distance. �I have been asked by your father to unite our clan.
That he considered me at all is an honor.�
A
very eloquent answer, but not at all personal. It was exactly what Hinata did
not want to hear. If they were to be bound together, shouldn�t they at least be
able to communicate with one another?
�But
how do you feel, Neji?�
The
honorary ni-san she had dropped some years past at her cousin�s insistence,
when he claimed that it made him feel old.
There
was another pause as he collected his thoughts. Did he really want to make this
personal? Did he want to pretend that he had any connection to this woman other
than by blood? He no longer resented her as he did when he was a boy, but did
that change anything? Soon, she would become his wife, and he her husband.
Their marriage would signify the beginning of a new chapter in the Hyuuga
legacy. Two separate Houses would be replaced with one unified House, the need
for a curse seal eliminated. He supposed that he should be happy, even if only
for the fact that no child of his would ever have to suffer the same
deprecation as he, but was that enough?
Neji had never been much of a
romantic. He had no preconceived notions of what love was, or what it felt like
to be in love. However, he was not sure on where he stood about being
forced into a marriage, one that he was positive did not include love. Though
his fight against Naruto during the Chuunin exams had changed his views
concerning fate, a part of him believed that perhaps fate was at work now,
challenging him, and he never backed away from a challenge.
�I will do my duty,� he responded
quietly, answering both himself and Hinata.
Her brow furrowed at his reply. Neji�
�Do you really see this as only
a duty?� She said just as quietly, curling her hands around the edges of the
shawl. Unlike her cousin, she did wish for love, the same passionate, giving
love that Naruto shared with Sakura. It appeared as if that door was being
closed to her, but she could do nothing to stop it.
Duty�

�Come
in here, child, and close the door behind you,� Hizashi motioned for his
daughter to enter, and she stepped into the room, doing as she was told. The
slipper-socks she wore on her feet shushed across the floor as she went to
kneel before her father, who placed his hands on either side of her head and kissed
her crown. �Look at me, Hinata.�
Obediently,
she raised her head, and was greeted by her father�s solemn face. He smiled.
�Your
resemblance to your mother is undeniable now,� he said as he brushed a strand
of her hair, which reached about mid-back, out of her eyes.
A
lump rose in her throat at the mention of her long-dead mother, whose beauty
had been legendary, though she swallowed it.
�Thank
you, Father,� she whispered.
Hizashi�s
expression changed then. He took his eldest daughter�s hands in his and gave
them a light squeeze.
�Hinata,
you have made me so proud, do you know that? Prouder than any father ever could
be. When I look at you now, I don�t see the frail, frightened little girl that
you once were, but a confident young woman.� He brought one of her hands to his
lips and kissed it. �For the past few months, I have been speaking with the
Elders. They, along with myself, believe that it is time to make whole what was
divided. You are my heir, Hinata, and so, the burden rests on your shoulders.
Do you understand?�
Her
ears heard the words, though her mind refused to register their meaning. She
felt as if she had been punched in the gut. No�he isn�t serious�he can�t
be. This is all just a misunderstanding�a joke�
As soon as she thought that, reality sank in. Her
father never lied, never. Why would he choose now to start, when the subject
was of so much importance?
�What
must I do?� She asked, eyes focused on the grains in the wooden floorboards.
�Consent
to a marriage between our House, and the Branch House.�
He
did not need to say any more for her to know exactly whom he intended her for.
�Neji,�
she whispered.
Hizashi
nodded. �I do not pretend to think that you are happy about this, and if there
was any other way�� he trailed off. From the look in her eyes, he could tell
that he had already caused his daughter enough pain, and he did not wish to
further it by prattling on about what could have been, or should have been�
�I
ask you, not as clan leader, but as your father, to do this for me, for our
future. Will you, Hinata?�
�Of
course, Father,� she replied, looking back up at him with a smile, though on
the inside, she was numb. �I have failed you before. It shall not happen
again.�
Later
on, when she tried to sleep, her eyes remained open. Even though Naruto made it
clear that there was nothing other than friendship between them, she had always
allowed herself to dream that maybe, just maybe, he would change his tune. Now,
however, even that tiny, irrational hope was torn to cinders. Her engagement
had a finality to it that did not leave room for fantasies.
�Neji�s
wife�his wife��
Aggrivated,
she got out of bed and went to the balcony, where she stood until he came to
her�

�Do
you really see this as only a duty?�

�Yes.�

Hinata
stiffened as he removed his hands from her shoulders and turned from her. The
warmth that the close proximity of their bodies created disappeared when he
began to walk away, leaving her cold�alone�she would have let him go, but for
whatever reason, she didn�t.
�Stop!�
She cried, and spun around on her heel, the shawl falling to the ground and
landing in a heap. �Please�stay.�
He
was halfway across the room before she called to him, and it was only the
pleading tone to her voice that made him halt. Two arms were wrapped around his
waist, and a head burrowed against his back. Moisture from her tears seeped
through the cloth that covered him, though he remained still, arms hanging
limply at his sides.
�I�m
sorry, Neji,� she sobbed, her composure completely gone. �I�m selfish! I�ve
always been selfish! I never once stopped to think of how you might feel�all I
worried about was how to make myself happy! But you�having to deal with that
curse, a slave to the Main House, my House�and now you�re being enslaved all over
again, yet I still thought only of myself!� She was unable to continue as the
sobs wracked her frame, and she clung to him tighter, no longer caring about
how this display would appear to others.
Neji
blinked in shock, but he allowed her to cry on him until she calmed a bit,
finally prying her hands from around him and turning to face her.
�I
don�t want to hear such nonsense come out of your mouth again.� He said, and
brushed his thumb over her lips as his hand cupped the side of her face. �You
are the most selfless person I have ever known.�
Whispered
words�so close�she could see every one of his eyelashes�
A
hungry mouth claimed hers, leaving her breathless, disoriented. Neji poured all
of his frustration into his kiss, desiring to rip a piece of her perfection
away and claim it as his own. He wanted to take from her what had been taken
from him, to be a thief, to steal�
Tearing
himself away from her, he left without a word. This time, she did not try to
stop him, but sank to her knees, one hand pressed to her lips. Her eyes burned
with unshed tears, but she could not cry any more.
I deserve this. I deserve all of it. Who am I to
judge him? Who am I to wish for happiness, when he has had nothing but grief
all his life?

Neji flung himself on his bed, his skin flushed and
heart rapping against his chest. He had come so close to losing control�too
close. For that, he was ashamed of himself.
�I cold have hurt her,� he whispered to his ceiling.
�What is wrong with me? Why does she do these things to my head? I�m a
shinobi�I can�t afford to let her affect me like this!�
He
did not hear the door open, or the soft footsteps that approached him.
�Neji.�
Silence.
Hinata�

He
looked at her. She had exchanged the silk nightgown for a matching silk
bathrobe, one that she allowed to slide from her shoulders, revealing her naked
body to him.
His
eyes went wide.
�Hinata��
�This
is what you need now, right?� She asked quietly, sitting on the edge of the
bed. �Take me, Neji.� She touched the seal on his forehead. �I�m giving myself
to you.�
The
only sound that could be heard in the room was Neji�s breathing.
She
came to him of her own will, offered him all that made her who she was�a gift
that she had intended to bestow upon a man with blonde hair and blue eyes�
In
an instant, she was pinned beneath him, his hands holding her wrists captive
above her head.
Their
eyes met, his questioning, hers clear. His lips descended upon hers again, more
forcefully this time. His tongue entered her mouth, exploring every inch of that
hot interior. Hinata could not hold back the moan that escaped her when he
deepened the kiss, releasing her wrists and running his hands all over her
body. She had never been touched in so intimate a way before, and it was as if
her skin was on fire, aching for him.
She tried to detach herself from
what he was doing to her, tried to pretend like the kisses and caresses meant
nothing, that when his hand neared her most sacred area, she was not yearning
for him to satisfy the intense heat that had been building there, but there was
no way to deny what Neji had awoken in her. She knew that she should be ashamed
of the way that her legs instantly opened when his fingers moved between them,
the way that she held his head close as he worked her breast with that burning
mouth, the way that she desired for him to make her scream�
Hadn�t she always been a good girl?
Hadn�t she blushed crimson whenever her friends talked about sex, even now? She
daydreamed once or twice about what it would feel like if Naruto were to make
love to her, though usually, she became too embarrassed to let those daydreams
go any further than kissing. Why, then, did she completely shed her inhibitions
with Neji?
You�re a little slut, aren�t you?
A dry voice in the back of her mind taunted. And you always have been.
Look at you. Spreading your legs like a wanton whore to him�whatever happened
to your feelings for your precious Naruto-kun? Yes, he may have used you, but
you used him back.
Was that true? Did she use Naruto?
All that time�
Her thoughts were interrupted when
Neji�s fingers found their target.
�Neji!� She shrieked, her head
snapping back against the pillow and her fists balled in the sheets.
He finished her in a matter of
seconds, and then brought his fingers to his mouth, licking her essence off
them one by one. As much as he did not want to admit it, he liked the taste of
her, liked seeing her innocent face screwed up in ecstasy�but, even more
disturbingly�he liked that he was the one to do this to her. For once in his
life, he truly had power over her. His touch had made her body react the
way it did, his ministrations sent her over the edge, begging him for
more�
In a twisted way, his deepest
desires were being fulfilled.
Again, their eyes met.
No words were needed.
Hinata sat up slowly, reaching for
the cloth that separated them. He allowed her to remove his shirt, and watched
as she undid the bandages he wore around his abdomen and arms, entranced by
her. A few pieces of hair fell into her eyes, and, without knowing why, he
brushed them away almost tenderly, his hand lingering. She continued in her
work without a pause, though the way that Neji examined her sent shivers down
her spine. Without a warning, he closed the distance between them and kissed
her, gripping her hands and moving them downward to the button of his pants.
It was what they both wanted, to
have that final barrier gone.
She complied, swiftly undoing the
button while he helped her to get the pants off. Their lips still together, he
laid her down on her back and positioned himself over her. She could not hide
her trembling now, and he noticed.
�Afraid?� He asked gently.
�Yes,� she whispered. But�I want
this�I want it more than anything�
Neji responded by lacing his
fingers through hers and kissing her again before he plunged himself inside of
her, the barrier of her virginity broken.
Tears filled her eyes at the sharp
pain that followed as her body tried to adjust to him. He moved slowly at
first, though every thrust was agony. It took a while for the pain to begin to
subside, though when it did, she wrapped her legs around his waist, a move that
send waves of sensation shuddering through both of them.
Arching
against him, she raked her nails down his back, her soft, pleasured moans so
near his ear driving him into a frenzy. He pounded into her with an animalistic
desire, stifling his own cries by burying his face in her neck.
It was close�so very close�
�NEJI!� Hinata screamed, sparks
bursting before her eyes as her body tightened around him, driving him over the
edge soon after.
�Hinata�� he moaned, emptying
himself in her.
Panting
and exhausted, he did not even bother to roll off of her, but rested his head
on her chest, just beneath her breasts, and clung to her. He did not know how
this experience would change their relationship, though he did know that
something was different now.
She stroked the silken strands of
his hair, many different emotions swirling through her at once. Uncertainty
over what their future would hold, confusion about her feelings,
affection�affection for the man in her arms�

Later
on, as they lay tangled together under a thin sheet, Hinata spoke.
�Can
we ever learn to love each other?�
The
question hung in the air.
A
clock chimed midnight.
Officially,
a new day had begun.
�I
don�t know,� Neji replied drowsily, his eyes already beginning to close.
�Perhaps.�
It
had been an unfair question, and so Hinata settled for that answer, she too
drifting off into a contented sleep.

Perhaps�

WOO!!! FINISHED!!! ::happy dancing:: Let me know what you
think, eh? Hopefully it wasn�t too confusing�
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