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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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"That much, I can agree with," Neji answered with a sigh. "Field rations are all well and good for short missions, but they get tiresome..." And he was never going to sit down to a warm meal at home again.
His hands dropped to his lap so he could more subtly squeeze his fingers into tight fists, fighting down the sudden surge of emotion that threatened to overwhelm him. No, he was stronger than this -- and he had to present a normal front for Lee.
"I'll enjoy this, yes," he added, fighting back to normalcy, to a smooth facade.
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The brush of shoulders was no bad thing for Neji; it was a focus, a companionable gesture, and pleasantly subtle, coming from Lee. It was... comforting, really.
"Indeed," he agreed, finding his calm with it. "There is a pleasure in small and simple things."
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... It probably was.
"Indeed. So shall we start tomorrow, then?" His lips quirked. "I don't want to lose too much time."
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But almost immediately afterward, he reproached himself. As soon as he had his bearings again, he would want Gai's presence, and it was selfish to wish someone gone only for a short time, for comfort.
Then again, if Gai weren't here, it meant he was at home where he ought to be. Hm. Stalemate.
"If you say so," he said with a shrug. "But I expect you to treat me to a late breakfast afterward." A tease, really.
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He wasn't asking for a punishment Lee...
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"True flavor tastes of more than simple heat," Neji countered again. "Where's your appreciation for flavors other than peppers?"
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Sigh.
He just wasn't going to get through, was he? Life was truly suffering.
Neji picked up his own meal and began to eat, with his slow, dignified comportment -- exaggerated, just to make his point at Lee.
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Finally though, he shook his head and turned back to his food, finally starting to eat. "Worry not Neji. I will find a way to convince you of the wonders of spice. Eventually."
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"I have a perfect respect for spices in reasonable amounts," Neji huffed, but left it at that; he was more interested in eating, finding a new hunger awakening in him.
How long had it been since he'd eaten last? How long between when the darkness had claimed him and when he'd arrived at this gates of this strange new village?
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