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[Open] Where do the dead go when they die?
This isn't what he expected.
Neji stands at the outskirts of a village, one he's never seen before, and tries to trace the moments that brought him here. The battlefield, Hinata's suicidal move to protect Naruto, his own moments later to protect them both... The stunning, numbing pain as his body was pierced. Naruto supporting him, holding him up, as he gasped out a few soft words...
And then darkness, and an almost-unfelt flare of pain in his eyes as the seal did its ugly work.
But now, there is no evidence of it. He wears the uniform of the allied army, and it is clean, untorn, unstained. His body is whole, with no pain or weariness.
He can see.
The seal still sits on his forehead, a quiet but tangible presence, a gentle pulse that doesn't quite match up with his heartbeat. Foreign, but for short times, forgettable. It's there, as though he's never died to trigger it.
What happened?
He gains nothing by standing here. Slowly, still feeling a floating sense of unreality as though his feet don't truly touch the ground, he steps forward.
Where am I?
Perhaps there will be answers. Or perhaps this is what death is. His fingers rise to touch his forehead, covered by his hitai-ate, manji pulsing beneath. Is even death not an escape, then?
Who knows?
He enters the village, silent and wondering.
Neji stands at the outskirts of a village, one he's never seen before, and tries to trace the moments that brought him here. The battlefield, Hinata's suicidal move to protect Naruto, his own moments later to protect them both... The stunning, numbing pain as his body was pierced. Naruto supporting him, holding him up, as he gasped out a few soft words...
And then darkness, and an almost-unfelt flare of pain in his eyes as the seal did its ugly work.
But now, there is no evidence of it. He wears the uniform of the allied army, and it is clean, untorn, unstained. His body is whole, with no pain or weariness.
He can see.
The seal still sits on his forehead, a quiet but tangible presence, a gentle pulse that doesn't quite match up with his heartbeat. Foreign, but for short times, forgettable. It's there, as though he's never died to trigger it.
What happened?
He gains nothing by standing here. Slowly, still feeling a floating sense of unreality as though his feet don't truly touch the ground, he steps forward.
Where am I?
Perhaps there will be answers. Or perhaps this is what death is. His fingers rise to touch his forehead, covered by his hitai-ate, manji pulsing beneath. Is even death not an escape, then?
Who knows?
He enters the village, silent and wondering.
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But Lee didn't know any of this, and Neji decided it was not yet time to enlighten him. But he could not summon more energy or enthusiasm. His body still remembered the pain of impalement too keenly.
"You're the optimistic one," he countered instead. "That isn't my job."
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Admittedly, Neji seemed even more upset than he was used to, so this might take some work, but he was in no way unwilling to try!
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Although fade might not be the correct word.
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How was Lee responding, his own Lee, his own age, back on that battlefield that he had now left? Or Tenten, for that matter? It was the first time the thought had really come to him, and it made him feel sick -- any urge to eat again vanished. It had taken him this long to think of his teammates, and the thought of what it would do to them to see him choose death...
Gods. No, he had no appetite now.
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No, Lee was right. If Neji did not tell him, sooner or later someone else would. He played the scenario out in his mind. They would spend a time here, being teammates, Lee knowing that something was wrong but not knowing what. Not knowing how gravely wrong it was.
And then finding out. Perhaps from a new arrival, perhaps from a slip of Neji's tongue, perhaps from giving in to curiosity and asking Hinata. Whatever way, he would eventually find out. And then...?
Would he be hurt? Would it be a betrayal to him, that Neji did not tell him? Would he feel that he could no longer trust Neji, because that had been kept from him? Or would he understand Neji's quiet but profound lack of ease with his own end, the desire not to spread that knowledge?
He studies Lee intently, his expression masked, carefully blank as he weighed the options. Gai had always taught them to lean on their teammates before anyone else, and while Neji had wanted to never lean on anyone... well.
Well.
He took a long, slow breath, and then said quietly, "I will tell you when I can, Lee. But right now... I cannot." Right now, he needed more time to settle himself in his own head, more time to be the solid one, the unshakeable, before he had to weather the storm of Lee's inevitable emotions. Right now, Lee could uproot him like a weed and blow him away.
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"Thank you." Neji bowed his head gravely, a little -- but only a little -- of the tension draining out of him. He had bought himself a little time to come to grips with what had happened. No more than that, although perhaps that was all he would need. Until he had more time to settle, he would not know. Which was not a comfortable feeling, really, but it was one he could accept. The future was what it was; he was perhaps set a little outside of it now, by embracing his own death. What was supposed to come after, anyway?
"I will... not keep you waiting long," he added, hoping it would prove to be true -- no, committing himself to make it true, even if it meant pushing his comfort. Lee was his teammate. He deserved to hear it from Neji.
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Being here, wherever here actually was -- it was better than oblivion, at least.
And his team was here. That was something.
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"I doubt that 'exuberant' could ever be applied to me as a descriptor," he pointed out. "Internally or not."
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"I assure you that I know that you are more than capable of living up to such a word Neji, you have but to find it within yourself to do so!"
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The flush of color in Lee's face made Neji's eyebrow creep up dubiously; whatever Lee was thinking of, he was pretty certain he didn't want to know about it. (Although maybe it would be interesting~ a quiet little voice in the back of his mind whispered. He quashed it as he routinely did.)
"Find it within myself? And why should I wish to do any such thing?" he asked calmly. "You produce quite enough exuberance to fulfill our entire team, all on your own."
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