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Chapter 22 beta�d by Chaos.� I don�t know how she keeps getting these to
me so fast.� XD

This chapter�s fairly short and with no excitement
really.� I still hope it�s an enjoyable read.

Chapter 22

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It was well after ten o� clock the next
morning when Neji finally roused from his catatonic-like slumber.� The faint sunlight seeping through the drawn
curtains seared through his eyes like a lance, aggravating the throbbing in his
head.� He groaned and brought a hand up
to shield his sensitive pupils from the blinding rays and was surprised to find
that, not only was his throat dry, but his limbs felt as if they were made of
lead.
Was this the hangover he�d heard so much
about?
Neji, very slowly, rose from his bed and
walked gingerly into the bathroom, each step sending jolts of pain along his
spine to his aching skull.� The young man
cringed, grateful that at least he didn�t feel the need to throw up and worsen
his condition, although there was a repugnant taste on the
back of his tongue.� With eyes closed, he
performed his morning ritual, cleansing his mouth of the foul odor and washing
away his fatigue with soap and warm water.�
He chanced to open his eyes then and grimaced at the hideous creature
that scowled back at him in the mirror.�
He looked a lot worse than he felt.
His complexion was an unhealthy sallow,
the only other color on his face was the dark circles coating his lower
eyelids.� Atop his head rested a hard,
stringy mess that he was certain a family of birds had taken residence in, but
despite the crippling headache and grotesque appearance, Neji was actually more
concerned about the dollar-sized protrusion on his forehead and he tapped it
gently with one finger as if that would somehow replay last night�s events and
reveal to him how he got the painful lump.�
But that did nothing but make his head hurt even more, so he left it
alone for now while making a solemn vow that he would never drink another
alcoholic beverage for as long as he lived.
He downed two pain-killers from the
medicine cabinet, praying that they were still effective even though they were
past their expiration date, before hobbling into the living-room so he could
stretch out on the sofa and wait out his indisposition.� The pills didn�t seem to work, or weren�t
working fast enough, and Neji chided himself for not leaving them in the trash
where Sasuke had tossed them.� But he
couldn�t tell him that though.� Sasuke
would never let him hear the end of it, besides, that would only encourage him
to keep taking his things without asking.
How was the egomaniacal Uchiha doing this
morning anyway?� Was he also battling the
debilitating effects of a hangover?� Neji
managed a grin at the thought of Sasuke just as miserable as he was right
now.� He sincerely hoped so.� That also raised the question of how he
arrived home safely.� If he recalled,
wasn�t Sasuke drinking that night too?�
Come to think of it, they hadn�t officially assigned a designated driver
either.�
Maybe he should call to make sure he got
home safely?
God, he felt sick.
A nauseated moan escaped Neji�s throat
and he turned onto his side, wrapping his arms around a queasy stomach.
How much, exactly, had he had to
drink?� He couldn�t remember.� Actually, he couldn�t remember much of what
occurred those many hours ago.� He just
sincerely hoped that, in his drunken stupor, he hadn�t done anything to
embarrass himself, Sasuke, or the others.
He really should give him a call; if not
to apologize for any humiliating displays then, at the very least, thank him
for the lift home.
Something churned in his tummy and Neji
was seriously beginning to regret taking those Advils.� How on earth did Sasuke do this?� Partying late at night and into the early mornings,
the heavy drinking and� God knows what else he did and with whom he did
it.� Neji frowned when what tiny bits of
the conversation he had with Itachi and his mates came to mind regarding his
younger brother�s sexual preferences.�
But how many different sexual fetishes had he experimented with before
he found the ones he enjoyed, and how many volunteers had he experimented with?
It was strange, but that thought alone
should have disgusted Neji or made him think less of the other man, but instead
he experienced a mixture of curiosity and envy.
The curiosity he could easily
explain.� Like any rational human-being
spoon-fed a diet of strict morals and socially acceptable behavioral patterns,
he was starting to feel like an animal bred in captivity while others of his
species were free to roam in the wild. All this time thinking he was on the
outside looking in it was the other way around.�
He�d been betrayed by the society that was trying to pull the wool over
his eyes and keep him shackled to their tenets, all the while claiming it was
for his own protection.� But the ground
never opened up and swallowed anyone whole who believed otherwise and lighting
never struck the reprobates while they were engaged in their debauchery.�� The truth was that, while the Uchiha
brothers and others like them sometimes got themselves engaged in
�questionable� activities, they never set out to break any laws or maliciously
bring harm to anyone else.
A world without limits would entice
anyone to step out of their comfort zone and take more risks, and Neji was
sorely tempted by the world in which Sasuke lived.
The envy bit he didn�t want to admit, but
he secretly wondered what it must be like to be one of Sasuke�s lovers and have
him do those kinds of �things� to him.
Neji groaned again but not due to any
pain induced by his headache.� There was
no possible way he was envious of any of Sasuke�s
lovers.� Past or present.�
A deep frown suddenly touched his
features as one of those exes in particular came to mind.
What if things had turned out differently
and Sasuke was able to reconcile with him at the funeral when he had the
chance?� What if, through some twist of
fate, Sasuke was there to save his life and they eventually found happiness
with each other?� Obviously, this meant
that he probably never would have suffered at the hands of the Uchiha �s step
father but� that also meant that Sasuke never would have become so deeply
involved in his life.
Neji�s vacant stare reflected off the
blank television screen, and he could see the sadness within it.�
It wouldn�t have mattered then but it
certainly mattered now.� As often as he
tried to lie to himself, Neji couldn�t imagine his life without Sasuke Uchiha
in it.
Rather than listen to reason or attempt
to face the truth with a little maturity, he grabbed the remote and flipped on
the TV in a stubborn act of denial.� The
volume was much too loud, the sound pounding unmercifully within his head, but
it was enough to drown out the condescending voice, and he much rather
preferred to suffer in agony than think about Sasuke anymore.
And he was not going
to call him today either.
***
Around two-thirty in the afternoon, Neji
awoke for the second time that day to a loud pounding in his ears.� It wasn�t because of his headache, which had
disappeared, thankfully, but was from someone banging their fists against his
door.� Despite the soreness in his body,
he sat up with little difficulty and switched the television off before
answering the door, all the while hoping that, whoever was on the other side,
didn�t pummel it to dust.� His landlord,
no doubt, would expect remuneration and he could kiss his security deposit
goodbye.
�Ah, speak of the devil,� Neji groused
inwardly upon finding the building�s proprietor standing in the hallway.� Looking as grumpy and as surly as ever.
�Uhm� good morning,� the young man said
in greeting, yet extremely curious as to the nature of the house call.�
�Where�s this month�s rent?� the
slum-lord grunted, getting straight to the point.
Neji blinked, visibly bewildered by the
demand.� �But it�s not the fifteenth
yet.�
�This month�s rent is due and I�m here
now, so pay up,� and he extended one hand, awaiting to receive the payment,
stubbornly declaring the issue wasn�t up for debate.
Neji sucked his teeth and cut his eyes at
the adamant man and headed into his bedroom to get his wallet.� He�d been an occupant of this apartment long
enough to know what a bull-headed, cantankerous, old fart his landlord was.� The codger was just a pertinacious bully whose
life was just as stagnant as he was, and he derived great pleasure in making
his tenant�s lives as miserable and unbearable as his own.� Whenever he was bored, or just got into an
argument with his wife (which was often), he�d make up some cock and bull
excuse to pay a visit to any tenant that had the misfortune of being home at
the time.
Clutching a wad of bills in a tight fist,
Neji marched back to the front door but rolled his eyes with a sigh when he
found the meddlesome old man poking his nose around the living room.� Probably looking to find something to bitch
about, no less.
�Here�s the rent,� Neji muttered and just
about shoved the cash into his chest.
Mr. McCartney brought an infuriated glare
to meet his own, expecting the younger man to back down but when he didn�t the
grumpy proprietor gave his head a disgruntled shake.� �Been getting a lot of complaints about you,�
the old man smacked his gums and pocketed the money, patting his liver-spotted
hand over the nice, thick bulge it left in his pants.
Neji sighed, his shoulders slumping when
the geriatric goat refused to leave.�
�What kind of complaints, Mr. McCartney?�� he asked, deciding it was best to humor him
and not say something that would get him thrown out into the streets.
�A lot of complaints,� he reiterated, the
wrinkles around his eyes further indenting as he squinted at the boy.� �I heard, from a reliable source, that you�ve
been coming home, all hours of the night.�
Drunk as a fish and stumbling all over yer arse.�
Hyuuga balked and the elderly man nodded
with certainty when he saw the colour drain from his face.� �Yep.�
Heard a lot of things.� I also
heard you got men, traipsing in and out of your apartment like it�s some damn
whorehouse,� he demonstrated with an exaggerated sweep of his arm.
�Whoa, whoa, whoa!� Neji spoke up then
and raised both his hands to stop him right there.� �I don�t know what you�re trying to imply
here, but--�
�Imply nothing,� his landlord spat.� �I�m telling you to keep your filthy habits
in the back-alleys where they belong.�
This is a decent, respectable place and I only let decent, respectable
people live here.�
�Decent, my ass!� Neji wanted to
laugh.� This dump had more roaches than
it had renters.
�So don�t you be brining those hoodlums
to harass my tenants anymore.�
Neji had allowed him to get on his
soapbox up until that point and his face scrunched up into an angry scowl at
the offensive remark.� �Sasuke is not
a hoodlum,� he ground out through clenched teeth.
�Bah!� Mr. McCartney swiped his hands in
dismissal.� �I don�t care what any of
their names are unless I need them later to report them to the police,� he
yelled, �Just keep him, and the others, off this property or I�ll tear up your
lease.� Got me?�
�Whatever you say,� his tenant assured
him with a disgruntled pout but the second he turned his back, he cussed under
his breath, �Mr. McCuntney.�
The old man whipped around so fast it
almost appeared as if his old limbs would dismantle.� �What was that?�
�I said: �Whatever you say, Mr.
McCartney,� but his honey-coated voice and sweet smile didn�t fool the
experienced man and he pointed a wrinkled finger at him in judgment.��
�You don�t have to like my rules,
Hyuuga, but as long as you�re living here you�re going to abide by them.� And if you don�t like it, you can pack up
your things and go shack up with one of your sugar-daddies.�� His weak eyes came to rest on the box that
lay in the middle of the room and he smirked when he recalled that night he�d
let the lovely young lady in and led her up to her boyfriend�s apartment.� At the time he didn�t understand why she was
crying so bitterly, nor did he care, but his reliable source wasn�t lax to fill
him in.� �Hn, no wonder your girlfriend
left you,� he chuckled and removed a piece of fabric from the other pocket to
clean his turtle-shell framed spectacles, �She�s a smart girl.�
Neji felt his temper boil.� He had no right to bring Ten-Ten into
this.� The status of their relationship
had nothing to do with him, and furthermore, what he did in the privacy of his apartment
was also nobody�s damned business.� He
kept his mouth shut, however; the last thing he wanted to do was say the wrong
thing because Mr. McCartney was the kind of man that always had to have the
last laugh, and he�d be doing so once he�d made sure Neji was homeless by this
evening.
�Is there anything else you�d like to
berate me for� Sir?� he asked, substituting his name for a more respectful
honorific, just in case he let the degrading one slip by accident.
The property owner paused and seemed to think
about it.� �No, that�s about it,� he
sighed and stuffed the dust rag back into his pocket and hooked his glasses
back in place.� He turned to leave, then,
as an afterthought, faced the Hyuuga once more.�
�I�m really disappointed in you,� the old man said with a wry shake of
his head, �It�s a real same.� You know
the first time I saw you I said to myself �Now there�s a young man with a
bright future ahead of him�.� Now� look
at ya,� he scoffed as he raked his eyes over the taller man�s disheveled appearance.� �I don�t know if it�s drugs or that crowd
you�re mixing with but� bah, forget it,� and he swiped his hands again and
turned to leave once more, muttering about �youth wasted on the young�.
Neji would have slammed the door behind
him, or thought he was talking just for the
sake of hearing his own voice, but something the old man said struck a little
too close to home.
What was wrong with him?
Like all the other lodgers here, Neji
knew it was best to just give McCartney what he wanted, lick his boots for a
bit and hoped he left before he went into one of his tirades about �the good
old days.�� Usually, Neji was
accommodating.� Polite, well-mannered,
and conservative whenever his landlord paid him a visit, but he couldn�t
understand why today he felt so aggravated and snapped at him the way he did.
He felt empowered, as if he�d finally
grown tired of people rubbing shit in his face and expecting him to eat it like
a gourmet dinner.� And yet, he felt as if
he were watching himself slowly degenerate into something he�d always
detested.�
Was it possible?� Had Sasuke become that great of an influence
on him?
Neji came out of his inner musings when
he caught a movement from the corner of his eye, and he looked across to the
apartment down the hall where an elderly woman was peeking out from behind her
door.� Once she realized that she�d been
caught snooping, she turned up her nose in disdain and �harrumphed� as if to
say �It serves you right� and shut the door in his face.
He wasn�t quite sure what that was about
but he got an inkling that she was the �reliable source� old man McCartney was
talking about.� Neji honestly didn�t know
what he ever did to that old bitty that she�d rat on him like some tattle tale
but he�d make note to avoid her from now on.�
He also remembered what his landlord said and realized he�d have to let
Sasuke know he wasn�t allowed inside the building anymore� or at least when he
was sure no one would see them.
He snickered at the thought of having to
sneak Sasuke in like a young girl sneaking her boyfriend into her room without
her father noticing.
Back-chatting his landlord and now having
rebellious thoughts?� Had he really
changed that much?� A few months ago he
never would have dreamed about breaking Mr. McCartney�s ridiculous rules, but
now he was trying to come up with different ways to slip Sasuke up here without
drawing attention to themselves.
He didn�t want to risk it; it wasn�t like
he had another place he could go, but a part of him really wanted to do it and
an even smaller part of him hoped they got caught so he could tell the old coot
to suck it.� The fact that he also
assumed Sasuke was his sugar-daddy made Neji laugh, and he was actually tempted
to call the Uchiha just to hear what he�d have to say about it.
Just how badly could you want to hear
someone�s voice but be too nervous to pick up the phone and dial?
No, he wouldn�t call him this weekend;
he�d wait until Monday when he saw him at work.�
There were still a few things he needed to sort out first.� Like the old man said, his future had been
laid out before him like a lovely, red carpet but now it was a tattered mess,
its torn pieces strewn to the wind, and even if he were able to find them all
and sew them back into place, those ugly stitches would always remain.
There was also the odd relationship he
had with Sasuke.� He�d been putting it
off for quite some time now, but Neji knew that eventually he�d have to tell
him how he truly felt.� Yes, he�d made up
his mind.� He was going to tell
Sasuke.� The question was, when?
Then� there was the matter of that box.
Neji frowned as he turned to look at the
container that held his past.� He�d
wanted to hold onto it in hopes that, one day, everything would go back to the
way it was, but he knew was only deluding himself with those dreams.� The uncertainty of his future scared him, and
his present kept piling on one confusing conundrum atop another.� His past was the only thing that gave him the
illusion of control in a life that had become so disoriented within a matter of
days.
The door closed with a quiet click, and
the young man went over to kneel next to it.�
His lavender eyes softened with reminiscence, and his psyche seemed to
cry out in mourning.� Surprisingly
enough, no tears were shed as he took each gift, each card within his hand and
gave them all a reverent eulogy before returning them to their coffin along
with all his cherished memories.� The
first day they met, their first kiss, the many nights they�d stay up late and
talk about their aspirations.� The
heartfelt �I love you�s,� the sincere �I�m sorry�s,� and the long-suffering �I
forgive you�s� all played through his mind like a silent home movie until it
came to the sad ending and then� nothing� as if the last pieces of the film had
been cut abruptly leaving a blank screen and an empty sense of incompletion.
A sad smile touched his lips when he
realized that it didn�t hurt as much as he expected it to, and he realized that
somehow, he�d already moved on and was finally able to put it all behind him.
Neji covered the box with its flaps,
locking them into place and, with a heavy heart, went to make a phone
call.� As he stayed on the line, waiting
through the dial tone, his eyes never left the cardboard container and it
seemed to call to him, begging him to reconsider, pleading with him to give it
another chance.
A male voice came through on the other
end and Neji knew that there was no turning back now.
�Hello, operator?� he said with an almost
regrettable sigh.� �Could you give me the
number for the nearest Red Cross?� I have
a few things I�d like to donate.�
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dragonslayer
2009-02-01
I love this story so much! I check everyday to see if
it's been updated!

ClaireBear
Here�s your update XD

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Nejislady 2009-01-30
Damn!!! Sasuke just had to didn't he? Well, hopefully
Neji won't ditrust him or blow a gasket. He might not even remember. I was
worried Kabuto would succeed with his dastardly plan but thank God Gaara was
watching out at the entrance for Neji. The struggle between him, Naruto and
Neji was funny as HELL!!!! I can picture a soaked Gaara with eye make-up
running down his face too with wet hair stuck to his face. Whoa!!!!XD This was
a great chapter, I love this story so much I can't wait for Neji's reaction
when Sasuke tells him what he did to him.^_^

ClaireBear
I�m actually
having trouble deciding how Neji should react when Sasuke does tell him.� I don�t want him to over-react but, at the
same time, I imagine he�d feel very betrayed after he put his trust in Sasuke. �I�m still working on it and the confrontation
should be in the next chapter so it might be a while before the next update.

Everytime I
picture Gaara like that I grin like a Cheshire cat.� So cute.

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Tyra 2009-01-30

Heh, I was just reading this a couple of days ago, and
when I (just today) saw you had updated

I almost went nuts! 8D

HA! That slimy Kabuto. XD

It's almost too fitting that he has own a pharmacy.

But this time though, he wasn't the devils right hand.. He was the devil
himself! XD

And damn, was that drug powerful.

Thank God Gaara noticed them. They got lucky.

So did Sasuke, it seems! Gosh, how will live with the guitl? XD It was hot for
me though! 8DD

I hope you keep writing and update son again!

ClaireBear
This may come as a shock to you but I absolutely love
Kabuto and, if he didn�t turn out to be a bad guy in the series, he would have
been my 2^nd favourite character of all time (the 1^st
being Neji, of course).� He possessed the most flattering traits and
encompassed everything I admired in a character.� He was smart, helpful, soft-spoken and was
even a medic-nin (in video games I�m always the healer). I�ve never felt so
betrayed by a cartoon character�s secret alliance in my life until my
bespectacled, blue-haired beauty dropped the bomb and shattered my heart into a
million pieces.� Oh, how I hated (but
still loved) him.

So yeah� I decided to put him in, purely last minute.� Plus, I figured Neji still hadn�t suffered
enough yet.� :3
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satterb 2009-01-29
Ok, I just had a marathon reading of all 22 chapters, and
if this were a novel I wouldn't have been able to put it down. It started out
great and kept getting better. I also want to congratulate you on the
"movie" scene. I thought I would die laughing...my daughter had to
ask me if I was ok, I was laughing so danm hard. This story has it
all...comedy, sweetness, sexiness, angst and about a hundred other good things
to offer any reader. Thanks for the wonderful story, and I can't wait to see
the next update!

ClaireBear
It�s funny how so many people loved that scene.� I thought it was the corniest thing I�d ever written,
considering I�m not at all that good with comedy, but I�m glad you got a good
laugh out of it.� Thanks for the
compliments and the review.� I do so love
a good page-turner too and I�m glad this story could qualify as one ^_^
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Yersi Fanel 2008-11-22
Aww, But I want Orochimaru to be there!!, jajja, don't
worry, I'm sure you have something else for now here and I want to read it, so,
I'll check it out when it's done.

ClaireBear
Yep, yep!� I do
have plans for Orochimaru later� much later.�
Or maybe sooner� much sooner.� I�m
trying to throw you off so I don�t spoil anything and I can�t say much or it
would ruin the ending.� What I can say is that you haven�t seen the
last of Orochimaru.
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