What could he even say to that? He could waste the whole night punching and kicking and coming up with a million excuses for why things were the way they were. After all it wasn't like he exactly knew the reason behind any of his actions up until now. The reason for avoiding Neji or even how the other felt about the situation weren't obvious even now while they tousled on the floor.
Neji kept saying stupid things that made no sense. Naruto kept hitting. To release some sort of inner rage or shut Neji up? Couldn't decide. Either felt like good choices right about now as he looked down at the bastard trying to haul him off, his body turning into dead weight. He wouldn't be moved. While Neji blocked Naruto tried to get through, his fingers twisting in the man's shirt again to haul him up and deliver another blow to his jaw. They were sloppy at best and his grip wasn't near as tight as it should be to keep Neji in place.
All these 'friends' in the room and everyone clustering around for the show like a bunch of high school brats. Things never do change do they...
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