Neji was atypically flustered as he set his feet out the side entrance to the main building. Of course this was his job, he realized. But he was in no way prepared for all the deliveries and errand running that went into being the teacher's assistant. Now, as he walked at a brisk pace across the most central outdoor area of the campus, Neji contemplated a better way to get information across. It wasn't that he was lazy, Neji put exponential amounts of effort into his work. It was that the relaying of information usually got the message mixed up. Neji took care to make paper copies of anything he was to deliver to a teacher on site, but there had to be a more efficient way still.
To make matters worse, the wind was almost at gale force; it was obvious that the sky would soon open up in a bout of rain like nothing the Konoha had had in a while. Perfect, Neji thought to himself. It was already humid and disastrous in the student council office, to add dampness? It would be as if every one inside was underwater. As the wind picked up and undid Neji's carefully tied ponytail, he prayed for the weather to ease up. Strands of dark ochre flew into his vision and stuck to his face. Neji was only able to remove small amounts at a time while protecting the files. But on he went, it was just a few metres until he reached the secondary building.
One particular gust blew a few long strands right into Neji's eyes and before he could reach up and clear his line of vision, he walked headlong into a hard place. More like a person. The recoil sent papers astray and Neji floundered to pick them up before the wind could have them. Then, rising to his feet, Neji took his first look at the person who he'd bumped into.
It was a boy he'd never seen before. A transfer student? Such a strange time to transfer, Neji thought. The boy had pale skin and a narrow face. Almond shaped eyes that looked reserved. Neji found himself doing something strange, making comparisons. Both he and the short-haired boy before him were third year students, that much he could tell from their uniforms. But the look in the boy's eyes caught Neji's attention. Every time Neji attempted to look himself in the mirrow, it was the same look he saw. The look of utter nothing. But this boy's eyes held something Neji's didn't. There was a glimmer of the something that Neji always looked for. A sliver of subtle interest. "I apologize very much, I should have been more aware of my surroundings." Neji's voice sounded flat against the ruch of air circling the two.
"Who are you, if I might ask?" Though the wind raged on, it also calmed just slightly. Enough for Neji to be able to hold the papers in the crook of his elbow while he retied his hair. It must have been a mess in the wake of the wind's tousle, but the wasn't Neji's focus. The boy, who Neji had never met once in his life, had some sort of pull to him. Something about his disposition pleased Neji. He also took into account, the boy's hair colour. Though Neji didn't immediately make the connection, the light colour of the boy's hair comforted Neji. Neji valued white as a symbol for second chances and new beginnings. Possibly There was more to this strange boy with the almond-shaped eyes than Neji knew. Deep down -- Neji was prepared to find out.
