Before he even opened his eyes, Neji noticed that although the last thing he remembered was going to sleep, he was not lying in his bed. He was standing, both feet perfectly stable on the ground beneath them, and if the air temperature was any indication, he was outdoors. Unless he had suddenly developed a habit of sleepwalking, someone had moved him... and without waking him, no less.

The second thing he noticed was that he was fully dressed. Whoever had moved him had been courteous enough not to set him outside in his pajamas… a small mercy, which he planned to overlook when he found them.

And upon opening his eyes, he noticed a third thing, a thing which made his prior observations seem like pleasant surprises: he was no longer at the Hyuuga complex.
Indeed, if forced to make assumptions, Neji would say he was no longer in Konoha. He was standing in front of an enormous mansion, the likes of which he had never seen in the Fire Country. Towering arches and columns framed a door that looked at least three times his height; the vast, sweeping porch was bordered with a delicate balustrade; all of it was made from what looked like white marble. Palm trees grew all around – they tended to grow in tropical climates, Neji remembered. This information was only marginally helpful; all it meant was that he was very far from home.

He activated his Byakugan, the veins at his temples bulging out to deliver much-needed blood and chakra to his eyes, and scanned the area. This was an island, and there was no other land for as far as he could see... several hundred kilometers. Who brought me here, he wondered, and how could I not have noticed it?!

An irritated huff escaping from his nostrils, he began to examine the mansion itself. Beyond the heavy-looking entry doors was a vast foyer which held an enourmous fountain... and there was something else, something moving.

A person was lying in the fountain.

Uchiha Sasuke was lying in the fountain.