Last Outlet.
I semi-lurked around long enough to realize that there is lj-drama kicking up again (and by that I mean I read my f!list for the first time in a week today), but I'm going to promptly ignore it all. ;; So. That set aside
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When he first stepped into the hOkage’s office for his “super secret S-ranked customized mission,” Neji was greeted with uncontrollable laughter between Tsunade and every other jounin still in the village alike. Alarms immediately went of fin his head, warning him of impending doom and such. He was rather tempted to promptly turn around and flee from the room, but Gai had stepped over and caught him by the shoulder, shoving him up to Tsunade’s desk. The blond woman was still valiantly, although rather unsuccessfully, fighting off snickers and snorts.
“Hyuuga-” snort “-Neji. There’s a-” snicker “-mission that only you-” laugh “-can complete.”
Neji was not very convinced. Nevertheless, he took the file with a skeptical gaze and silently exited the room. The moment the door swung shut behind him, the room re-erupted into hysterical laughter. Which, oh yes, was definitely a most comforting boost of confidence about this nebulous “mission.”
And that was how he ended up here, some god-forsaken isand that he thought was possible from another dimension (and probably was, considering the looks of the people around). He was stuck with a silver-haired stranger, who looked just as bored and almost as irritable as Neji himself. It was a stupid thought, but he definitely had gorgeous…hair.
Neji frowned.
“Someone forcibly coerce you into this ridiculous thing too?” the stranger asked, bored, uninterested tone completely undeniable.
“I was tricked,” Neji replied flatly, crossing his arms to make a point. Eye vaguely twitching, he continued, “I was forced and told it was a ‘super secret mission’ that only I can complete.” He groaned. “What was I thinking…”
“You’re telling me,” the stranger snorted in a dry tone. “My idiot best friend whom I can’t say no to forced me into this. At least you have a slightly better excuse than me.”
“It’s the problem with being surrounded by idiots,” Neji rationalized in a deadbeat tone.
“Mmm,” the stranger agreed in an an equally deadbeat tone. “I’m Riku by the way.”
“…Hyuuga Neji.”
Before their introductions and conversation could continue, a random assistant ran over and shoved bottles of shampoo and conditioner into their hands. Dumbfounded, Neji stared at the bottles before asking in bewilderment, “Wait. What the hell’s the meaning of this?”
Riku looked rather amused at the development. Smirking slightly, he asked, “Didn’t you read your little mission handout?”
Neji stared at him in a manner that could only be described as sheer, unadulterated terror.
“Here’s to your new career as a hair model, Hyuuga Neji.”
There was no response because Neji had already mentally fainted.
…worst mission ever.
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