Neji had missed Itachi greatly,sleeping alone at night without the other had been hell. He went to school and passed his classes in a daze. Earlier that evening he had looked at the calendar, it had been a week...the longest Itachi had said it would take. He would be home tonight...hopefully. He had frowned and fiddled with the necklace on his bare chest as he had been doing all week only to feel a hand slide over his mouth. Biting instinctively he kicked over his head,surprising his attacker before jumping to his feet. No less than five entered the room during the ensuing fight and Neji wasn't sure who they worked for but he had an inkling he wouldn't like it. After breaking ones neck and the seconds spine he made his way to his desk drawer and pulled out the knife his uncle had given him as protection...It would see much use tonight.
That had been an hour ago. Now he stood surrounded by bodies,blood from his attackers and a thin slice across his own chest when one of them had pulled his own knife. He dropped to his knees and stared at the knife in his hand. He had killed someone... the police would take him...and he would never see Itachi again.
Itachi slung his backpack over his shoulder, unable to hide a little smile. He had plans for the two of them; dinner again, and perhaps more clubbing. And lots of relaxation; his blood pressure was already elevated from the stress of the job, and he needed to bring it back down. Knocking on Neji's door, he ran a hand through his hair, fingers touching the braided necklace at his throat. Kisame had joked about it and asked to meet this kid who Itachi was so taken with, but he'd received only a glare. Neji was his, and he wouldn't share.
Neji heard the knock but didn't register it. His hair stuck to his face,the blood black in the moonlight where it spattered his body. If someone had happened upon the scene the way his eyes reflected the moon might make them think he was a demon of some sort. He closed his eyes. The police would come for him soon.
Frowning when the door wasn't answered after a few minutes, Itachi knocked again. "Neji?" he called, worried he'd come and his lover was out. "Are you there?"
Neji heard Itachi's voice just as one of his attackers stood and came at him with a yell. Apparently he had been merely knocked out. Neji moved quickly and brough up the knife,stabbing the man in the gut. He stared at the man as he fell to the floor then moved the knife and plunged it into his attackers heart. "You won't get up anymore" He whispered through cracked lips.
Itachi heard the yell and growled, forcing the door open and dropping his pack at the door, running into the bedroom. He took in the scene; the other four bodies, and Neji crouched over a fifth. "Oh...Neji..." He stepped over one of the attackers and knelt by him, wanting to touch and hold him but wary of the blood. "What...?"
Neji looked up slowly,eyes wide before he dropped the knife with a clatter and threw himself into the safety of Itachi's arms. "They came in and attacked me...I didn't mean to kill the first one but...they started coming with knives and I had no choice..." He swallowed,bile rising in his throat.
Itachi gently pet Neji's blood-matted hair, trying to calm him down. "It's all right," he said softly. "All that matters is your safety. Are you...are you hurt?"
Neji shook his head "One of them got me across the chest but it's not deep..." he raised a hand to the mark and hissed in pain. " They wouldn't stay down..."
"Attackers will do that." Itachi pushed Neji back so he could look at the cut, examining it closely. "You'll be fine." He reached up and cupped Neji's face. "You did a fine job in protecting yourself. But why...?" He shifted, looking over at the body nearby, examining it. Pushing up a sleeve, he examined a tattoo on the man's skin. "They were of the faction our target belonged to," he said, anger shaking in his voice. "They were coming for me, or for you to hold against me."
Neji shivered and shook his head "I did not..." His head shot up as Itachi identified his attackers " But...how would they know? We haven't been together that long..."
Itachi let the dead man's arm slip out of his grasp and sighed. "They were probably watching me for weeks. Spending so much time in one person's company would attract their attention. All they needed was a catalyst." Turning back to Neji, he sighed. "Go get cleaned up. Give me your clothes when you're done. I'm going to take care of the bodies."
Neji nodded and clung to him quickly before standing and heading to the shower. He lit a candle and a garbage bag and wiped himself off with paper towels before burning them over the candle. He was maybe being overcautious but... He didn't want blood in his shower in case he did become a suspect. He turned on the shower and stepped under the hot water.
Itachi quickly began cleaning up, pulling on a pair of gloves from his pocket before handling the bodies or the bags he was packing them in. Scrubbing the floor clean, he went over the room with a fine-tooth comb, looking for anything and everything that the attackers could have come in contact with and wiping it down. Anger bubbled in him that they could have even thought to try and hurt Neji because of him. He would go back and kill the rest of them, but he figured that once these five lackeys disappeared as well as the man they had been given to kill. He propped the door open and took the bags with the bodies down to his car and grabbed his keys again. Sticking his head into the bathroom, he called, "Neji, I'm going to take care of the bodies. I will be back in twenty minutes."
Neji looked up from where he was scrubbing himself so hard it hurt,cleaning everywhere he could think of. He didn't want Itachi to leave but he knew if he didn't want to be dragged in front of the judge he'd have to let him.