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Drabble Dump Threee

I really, really ought to be sleeping, but I'm delirious with this happy-hyper feeling. So I apologize if this batch seems a little odd in any way, shape, or form. I'm afraid my sense has gone out partying tonight.



NYAHAHAHA.



So~! More drabbles!







DRABBLES BY SIREEN



#002. Silk and Satin



When Tenten showed up using a dress he had never seen before, Neji caught himself wondering how soft the fabric might feel against his hands. He realized that he was vaguely annoyed with his hormones.



Still, later on, he was glad that he also realized that her skin was softer than the dress.



#100. Goodnight



She woke up, suddenly, stiffening against the uncomfortable conditions. Neji did not show any sign of knowing she was awake, but Tenten knew that he knew. He always did.



“Go back to sleep. It isn’t your watch yet.”



“…” She glared at him.



“…Yes?”



“You haven’t slept for three days.”



“I’ll be fine.” There was a final sort of tone to his voice.



She scowled, sleepily. But then her face straightened as she lay back down and closed her eyes. Tenten was only half awake when she murmured, “This is probably why I like you so much.”




#024. Begging To Differ



People often asked Tenten what being married to Neji was like. Before she answered, she always asked them what they thought it was like. She received many different answers.



Cold? Distant?



(Tenten shook her head gently at this.)



Fiery? Passionate?



(She turned red.)



Neji-san’s a pretty… dignified sort of husband, isn’t he?



(Here, an incident involving their three-year-old came to mind, and she scoffed.)




#044. Eyes Soft As Clouds



The man has a body liked chiseled marble, hair like silk, and eyes like a frosted blanket of snow. Tenten has often thought to herself that she loves the way his serious eyes harden for battle and soften for her.



The woman is rigid and supple at the same time. Her body is a kunoichi’s body, always prepared for a fight, but it is also the softest thing Neji has ever pressed against his own form. Her hair can be two neat spherical spools, firmly out of the way, but it can also be long waves of beautiful brown cascading down to her waist. And then there were her eyes.



Whether they were emanating that determined, level stare reserved for all-out battle, or a gentle, genuine gaze reserved for him… Neji thinks for the first time in a while that he loves both, the former being what drew him in and the latter being what kept him there.




#056. Picking Up Pieces

“You,” she said clearly, distinctly, and loudly, “are evil.”



He didn’t grace her with a reply, but inside he was glad. He preferred this exasperated, teasing, and playful Tenten to the solemn, sad creature that had greeted him when he returned from one of his darker missions.



Neji would have been lying if he had said that their distance didn’t bother him, so he didn’t say anything.



Instead, he helped her pick up what was scattered of her weaponry, and together they picked up where they left off.



The End, For Now.



(No freebies this time, sorry. :p)



(Oh, and, for the record: these are the next five drabbles for the 100 themes I am tackling. If anyone is interested, the themes are in my journal.)





(I won't bother you guys with the looooong story of why I'm so happy, and save it for my journal... and I'll just get on with it already. I think I'll be arrested for being this happy.)

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