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Summoned.
He had been summoned to appear before Hiashi and the elders. Genma had stood
smirking at the entrance to the Hyuuga compound when Neji walked toward the
Family Council Chamber.
No prizes for guessing what this is
about.
�Explain yourself,� commanded his eldest �aunt�. She was mean-spirited
old woman. Neji had always believed that she, of all the head family members,
enjoyed using the cursed seal on the branch family members.
Neji opened
his mouth to defend himself. A crash erupted through the building, interrupting
him.
Neji�s eyes
widened.
The elders
quivered in not-quite-terror but definitely horror. The sound had become familiar to the Hyuuga
clan over the last nine or so years. Familiar�and dreaded.
�DYNAMIC ENTRY!�
Dissonance.
It�s the
only word to describe it. The Hyuuga
clan has such a strong view of what is right, and what is wrong, what is
proper, and what is improper, that a visit from Maito
Gai caused dissonance. Some would have
called it chaos.
The Clan
owed its respect and consideration to the honorable Sensei. Clan etiquette was strict on that point.
Maito Gai
in Good Guy Pose #3, surrounded by the rubble that used to be an elegant door way,
always shocked the clan and its elders to a stand-still. The collective
reaction is something similar to a giant pink elephant appearing in the room.
Gai was and
always would be Neji�s hero, for that ability alone. While most other Genin
were raving about Kakashi�s copy skill, or Asuma�s
hand-to-hand skills or sheer damned size, Neji was quietly worshipping his
Sensei for his ability to not give a rat�s ass about what anyone else thought
about his clothes or how he chose to live his life.
Gai was a
fine Jounin, and an excellent Sensei, and there were times Neji wanted to jump
up and hug him like Lee.
Yes, he
drove Neji nearly crazy at times. Yes, the words Springtime and Youth were forever ruined in Neji�s
mind, but it was a price he was willing to pay.
�Glorious Clan members of My Most Favoured
Student!
Apologies for the Interruption! I have an Urgent Mission with My Most Youthful
and Dedicated Team! Yosh!�
There was a
collective shudder. The more daring clan members discreetly scanned the area to
ensure that �little green horror� had not followed the �big green horror�.
The Hyuuga
clan, like all organisms, had learned to protect itself from sudden attacks. In
case of Konoha�s Green Beast, the Hyuuga protected itself from the Attack of
Overwhelming Green with a human sacrifice.
Neji.
Hiashi�s
eyes flicked to his nephew.
�Neji, please
attend to your team leader. We will continue our discussion another time.�
Gai had won
this round.
Hiashi
exited the room without a backward glance.

The urgent
mission was nothing more than collecting herbs for the Hokage. Tenten told Neji
it was the best they could come up with on such short notice.
Apparently
Hinata had run crying to Tenten when she heard the elders had summoned Neji.
Tenten had
gone to Gai, who was sparring with Kakashi at the time, and Kakashi had come up
with �bait and switch� plan to get Neji out of the compound while Kakashi �had
a heart-to-heart� with his uncle.
Neji
recalled the feeling of Kidomaru�s arrow following
him through the forest, the sense of dread and the fear of it landing. He
wondered if this was how he would have felt if the arrow had missed.
Neji rubbed
his left shoulder absentmindedly.
Gai-sensei, he thought, I have Gai-sensei as a hero.
Blissful
endorphins from the previous day fell flat against that realization.

The
confrontation with his Uncle was expected. The outcome was not.
Neji
inclined his head respectfully. �Uncle Hiashi.�
�Neji,�
greeted Hiashi. The elder Hyuuga�s head tilted to the side with inquiry. �I
trust that there will be no further complaints from Shiranui-san?�
�No, Uncle.
That matter is concluded.�
Hiashi�s
elegant brow rose. �I trust you succeeded in your endeavour?�
�As always,
uncle.�
Hiashi
nodded thoughtfully. �Good. Shinobi must always work to the betterment of clan,
and village.�
Neji bowed
his head. Hiashi knows, he thought.
He wasn�t
sure if that was a good thing or not.

It was
about two days later that Neji admitted that the books in his possession were
not enough and went back to Gai-sensei for information.
Gai blushed
brightly but promised to help.
Once Gai had
repressed his embarrassment, he puffed his chest, straightened his spine and
called Kakashi.
On hearing
the issues, Kakashi puffed his chest, straightened his spine, and asked Iruka
to handle it.
Iruka shook
his head at both of them and invited Neji over for tea.

Neji sat
uncomfortably on the overstuffed couch that took most of Iruka�s lounge room.
The
apartment was elegant, but comfortable. The surfaces shone with the sparkle of
freshly cleaned furniture. Understated, but immaculate.
In that it was much like its owner.
Iruka set
an antique tea service on the coffee table. Neji�s brow rose. It was unusual
for a commoner to have such an ornate tea set.
�Iruka-Sensei,
do you practice the way of tea?�*
Iruka
smiled sadly and let his eyes linger lovingly over the beautiful blue pottery.
�Yes. My mother used to give Tea Ceremonies, and I learnt it from her as a
child.�
Neji nodded
slowly. Few commoners were taught the Chado, or Tea
Ceremony. Iruka�s mother must have been a lady of some standing. It would
explain Iruka�s excellent manners, if he had been instructed by a well-bred
family from a young age.
Neji was
evidence of that.
�Your
Jounin Sensei is concerned at the� responsibility you have undertaken in your
new relationship, and has asked me if I would instruct you. Do you accept my assistance in this matter?�
His brow
rose at the formal tone Iruka had used. The words themselves hearkened back to
the early days of Konoha, when it was necessary to make a formal declaration to
form a Master-Apprentice relationship.
An apprenticeship? Would he apprentice himself to Iruka? Neji�s brow furrowed
as he contemplated the offer. A Sensei would offer assistance and provide him
with training. Did he need training? Would the books be enough?
More importantly
- who else was there? And if he can
handle Kakashi, presumably, then he must be skilled.
Neji knelt
on the discrete cream rug. He bowed his head to the carpet. �Iruka- shishou^,
please accept me as your humble student.�
Iruka
nodded. �Of course Neji, I would be honoured to have
you as my apprentice.�
The tea
cups tink�ed
pleasantly as Iruka set Neji cup in front of him on the coffee table. Neji sat
up from his bowed position and moved closer to the large, cherry stained wood.
�Please
make yourself at home.� Iruka took his place on the opposite side of the coffee
table.
�Shall we
begin now, Iruka-shishou, or arrange a suitable time?�
Iruka
tipped his head to the side as he contemplated the question. �We should enjoy
our tea now, I think, and arrange for lessons later. Does this suit you?�
�Of course, Iruka-shishou. Thank you for your instruction.�
�You are
most welcome, Neji-san. Tell me, have you read the books I lent you?�
Bingo, thought Neji, the books were from Iruka-sensei.
�Yes,
Iruka-shishou, I read them. I will need to study them further, as I have read
them only once, and revise some of the sections over the next few days.�
�Excellent Neji-san, and as to be expected from a fine student such as
yourself. Please
pay particular attention to the book Forbidden
Fruit in the Leaf, as this will instruct you in the more practical
application of the craft.�
Neji paused.
He furrowed his brow inelegantly. �I have no such book, Iruka-shishou.�
Iruka held
his tea cup in front of his face, frozen in the act. The left side of his lip
jutted out slightly, as if he were biting the fleshy skin beneath the right.
�An oversight,� he said. �My apologies, Neji-san, I will gather some more
suitable books for you before you leave.�
�Thank you,
Iruka-shishou, I would appreciate it.�
They sipped
their tea in silence.
�Neji-san,
what are your observations to date?�
Neji
remembered the first time he'd witnessed Shikamaru's encounter with Genma, the
way he eagerly took the appendage into his mouth, and the way he had brought
himself to completion with his own hands afterward, in the shower. Neji
fought not to blush at the profoundly erotic memory.
"He
hides his need well. Had I not witnessed his actions myself I would be
none the wiser. And it's strong. Shikamaru seems�adrift, in need of
a place to weigh anchor. I intend to fulfill that need."
Iruka
raised a brow, his brown eyes twinkling with mischief. "Strong words,
Neji-san, how do you intend to fulfill this 'need'? Do you know what his needs
are?"
"I
believe I have enough of an understanding of what he needs to proceed.
Now, to proceed with care�well, that is where my apprenticeship with you should
come in handy."
�Confident in your ability but willing to seek out further knowledge � a
good position to take, Neji-san.� Iruka smiled softly, as if reminiscing. �You need to
establish both trust and authority from the outset. If you do not earn both
from Shikamaru, you will fail in your endeavour.�
Iruka
stretched his shoulders before settling into a more relaxed position on the
floor. His legs curled to the side. Neji was stuck by how young Iruka looked in
this setting. At the academy, Iruka had looked like an adult, wise and
imposing. Now, Neji could see that Iruka was only a decade older than himself,
though his personality demanded the same level of respect as Hiashi.
Neji
wondered how Iruka had become the dominant partner to Kakashi, his senior in
both years and Shinobi arts.
�How did
you gain Kakashi-san�s trust and respect?�
�Time,�
said Iruka enigmatically, �time will conquer anything. You just have to be
patient and wait it out.�
Neji sipped
his tea as he considered Iruka�s statement.
�True,� he
said, �but, Iruka-shishou, that doesn�t tell me how you did it.�
Iruka shook
his head like horse chasing a fly from its mane. A rueful smile graced his
lips, nostalgia tinted in his deep brown eyes.
�It�s
always different, because each couple is different. It�s not so much teaching
you how to be a dominant partner as helping you to become Shikamaru�s dominant
partner.�
Iruka leant
over the coffee table. His serious eyes pinned Neji�s. It was the �lecture
mode� Naruto had described to him over Ramen. Neji kept his eyes level. He
would succeed.
�Neji, it�s
like any training. You should have an advantage because your Shinobi training
has all centered on the body, and self control.
When you
start any new training, you need to learn about it, and practice it. In this
circumstance, you should have a plan for each encounter, a goal of what you
which to achieve with Shikamaru. It sounds calculated, and it is.
You need to
learn about Shikamaru � his likes, his needs. After each encounter, you should
write down your observations. Buy a journal,
today, and start writing.�
Neji
nodded. �Of course, Shishou.�
�You only
have control because your submissive gives it to you. A submissive is not a
slave, Neji; the joy is that they do it willingly. If you do it right, they
will adore you for it, love you for it, and stay with you.
�If you
don�t, they�ll leave Neji, as they should. It�s about trust, and compassion,
not ordering someone to lick your boots. You have to understand this, Neji, or
you could do far more damage to Shikamaru than good.
�I will do
my best, Iruka-shishou, to assist Shikamaru with his needs.�
�Good
enough for me, Neji. Let�s hope it�s good enough for
him.�
Iruka and
Neji continued to sip their tea as the crept across the sky. Neji felt the
fluttering of nervousness and excitement settle in his abdomen.
Neji would
be the best dominant partner the Leaf had ever known. He was a prodigy,
anything less would be unacceptable.
Neji would
lean from Iruka, the books, everywhere. He would work at his skills and improve
himself through consistent effort, just as he had made himself into a Shinobi.
Shikamaru
wasn�t going to know what hit him.

Neji placed
his purchases on his desk. His time with Iruka had been illuminating. On his
way back to the Hyuuga compound, he�d purchased a leather bound journal as
Iruka had suggested.
Neji
flipped open the cover and sat down. Once a teacher, always a
teacher. He couldn�t believe the Chuunin had told him to write a
journal. A sex journal. What if Hiashi found it? Hiding things in the Hyuuga compound was
nearly impossible.
His saving
grace was that there were only four Hyuuga capable of reading the text through
the cover � Himself, Hinata, Hinabi, and of course, Hiashi. Books were an
interesting challenge to the Byakugan, as the text would layer over itself to
be almost unreadable.
Since all
three of his family members were trained to be polite, he was reasonably safe.
He planned to keep the journal in his bag just to be sure.
The pen
tapped against his lip as Neji stared out the window. How did one start such a
journal? Neji looked his traveling bag sprawled over his bed. It was bulky
today. Along with the advice to buy a journal, Iruka had lent him some more
books. More suitable books, the Academy Sensei had said.
He curled
comfortably on his bed with the first book. It was the thinnest, and contained
the most pictures. Interesting pictures, too. Glossy prints of two men in compromising positions. They had
the wrong hair colour to be Shikamaru or himself, but Neji reasoned that they
were instruction manuals, not porn.
Neji�s eyes
strayed back to his bulky traveling bag. He made some other purchases today,
blushing furiously as the clerk smirked at him. Iruka had recommended a store
that sold�supplies.
Neji had
always been a quick study, and avid reader, but the...ahem...Model on the cover had a pretty blush to his cheeks like
Shikamaru had the day before.
The mental
images of some of these things were tantalizing.

The sun
dipped under the horizon unnoticed by the young Hyuuga. When all light faded
from the room, he causally extended an arm and switched on the bedside light.
Neji had
always been a quick study, and avid reader, but these books were something
else. Neji was forced to put them down for a few moments during several points
of the �study session� to convince his heart beat to slow down.
The mental
images of some of these things were�mind-blowing.
Neji
interlaced his fingers and turned his palms out in front of himself. A quiet
cracking sound reverberated up his arm. Hours. He�d spend
the last several hours reading and making notes in his journal.
Iruka had
been entirely correct. Neji had a lot to learn. It was somewhat intimidating to
think of the amount of responsibility he would hold as someone�s dominant
partner. The instructions were helpful, but the really useful book was not a
published book. It was a handwritten book, copied over by each new reader and
added to before being passed on.
By the look
of it, Forbidden Fruit in the Leaf, which,
Neji decided, was a truly stupid title, was not a book so much as a collection
of stories and advice from other dominants that had been passed around the
village for several generations. It seemed to be designed specifically for
training new dominants.
The book
was worth its weight in gold, and it had cost him no more than a journal to
copy in into and a promise that Neji would write a few pages of his own once
he�d gained confidence.
He yawned
light as he extended stiff legs to the floor, intent on relieving his bladder.
Neji returned
to his desk and spread journal open in front of him. He needed a plan to shift
the control back to himself. Iruka had been very clear on this. If he couldn�t
get Shikamaru to trust him to be in control, he would fail as a dominant.
His
research had also explained in detail what Neji had already suspected. Not only
was Shikamaru testing him, he was subtly attempting to control the encounters.
Topping from the Bottom. The phrase
had a nice ring to it. Neji believed that all Shikamaru�s encounters with Genma
followed the same general script. Meet up, Shikamaru would blow Genma, Genma
would leave, and Shikamaru would go home and masturbate.
In that
scenario, Shikamaru remained in control. Yes, Shikamaru was the one on his
knees, but he was still the one in control. Did
Genma never see that? Neji wondered if Genma was stupid or just blinded by
the blowjobs.
First and
foremost, Neji needed to get Shikamaru to fill out a contract. All the books
Iruka had given him had stressed the importance of a contract. The need for communication with your submissive about everything before
a �scene�. Neji would need to know what Shikamaru would agree to, what
he wouldn�t agree to, and what he would agree to only on certain conditions.
Neji could
see the sense in it. Shikamaru had controlled Genma by making sure the other
had limited information. If Neji had a contract, he would be able to craft a
�scene� without needing to confirm that each part with Shikamaru beforehand. The
contract would act as pre-agreed terms, so Neji could plan his scenes without
letting Shikamaru know what his was doing.
He believed
that this was the key to getting Shikamaru to really let go. The younger man
was too clever for his own good. If Neji asked him if he was alright with bondage,
the younger man would likely figure out what Neji was planning before he planned
it. A great skill for a War Leader, but a horrible obstacle
for Neji.
Neji returned
to his desk and spread the journal open in front of him. He needed a plan to
shift the control back to himself. Iruka had been very clear on this. If he
couldn�t get Shikamaru to trust him to be in control, he would fail as a Dominant.
Hyuuga Neji
did not tolerate failure.
Neji
pondered the discussion with Iruka earlier that day. The pen once again tapped
on his lower lip.
He lowered
the pen slowly and started to write.

A/N
* the way of tea, ie Chado, is the Japanese tea ceremony. Check out info on the
tea ceremony here http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Japanese_tea_ceremony
^ suffix meaning Master, as in an apprentice-master
relationship.
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