Sillysammijo

*~Dancing~* .:decatbastet:. He sat silently in the shadows and watched. All around him, his classmates played and ran and laughed, enjoying the freedom from classes that Iruka-sensei had granted for half an hour (no longer and no shorter - the man was nothing if not almost obsessively prompt). Hyuuga Neji watched them all with disinterested pale eyes, allowing his gaze to drift from face to face without bothering to settle on one for more than a few seconds at a time. Predictable. They were all predictable, and for a shinobi, that spelled death. Neji didn't need his Byakugan to see the group of girls gathered to his left, huddled in a gr