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.
Itachi dumped the bodies and the bag of contaminated bedding and clothes, the bags blending in with the millions of other black trash bags in the landfill. Even if the bodies were ever found, in this city full of intrigue and the underworld, nobody would care. Driving back as fast as he could, Itachi reentered the apartment and put clean sheets on the bed, making it up again neatly. Taking his shoes off, he sat heavily, scrubbing his face. If they'd taken Neji...he growled softly and shook his head. They would have died by his hand. Nobody hurt his Neji.
Neji had scrubbed himself until his skin chafed and came out of the bathrom holding a bandage and some ointment. He had cleaned the slice across his chest but it still bled slightly. Sitting in the bed next to Itachi silently he looked up. "Could you help me/ I can't wrap it properly.
Wordlessly, Itachi took the ointment and the bandages, shifting and nudging Neji around so they were facing each other. Squeezing the ointment out onto one finger, he gently dabbed it along the cut, being as gentle as possible. When he'd finished with that he took the bandages, pressing the sterile pads along the cut and binding them down with the bandages. When it was done he set the tube of ointment and the bandages on the nightstand and pulled Neji into his lap. Wrapping an arm around the other's waist, he stroked the long hair he'd missed so much.
Neji hissed and closed his eyes as the ointment burned the open cut.He shifted in Itachi's lap and pressed as close as he could to him,burying his face in Itachi's neck. "I missed you..."
He turned his head, resting his chin on top of Neji's head. "I missed you too," he murmured. "How was your week?"