Suddenly there was no music or chatter filling the room. At least not in Naruto's general vicinity.
Aww's and oh's. A screech of a fine record the disk jockey had been tuning. All of those stupid things that happen in movies when shit goes down.
First he noticed how his tailbone was already sore from his blunt landing, second being blood pulsing into the area around his eye, not yet tender enough to be sore, but it would be a bitch to deal with later. He touched it, fingers just brushing the skin as he slowly pushed himself off the ground.
A breath. A single breath.
Not enough time for him to think 'hey, this is a bad idea' or 'stop it. just stop it and let it be'. Because those things didn't matter as much as his fist flying through the air to collide with the fine curve of Neji's jaw. That mattered.
"What the Hell is your problem?!" Almost as much as Naruto's hit now, talk later policy.
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