The fic shall be uploaded onto ff.net soon. I normally do things the other way around, but why not do things differently once in a while?
Title: Dressed up
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me!
Tenten loves it.
The danger. The adrenaline. The exhilaration. Every-damn-thing.
She loves it so much that it scares her because she doesn’t even know what she is referring to.
But there is a challenge in this that makes her come back for more. All kunoichi dress up at some point because even Konoha, babying its young ones, teaches ninja that the female body (Tenten remembers blushing furiously at the words that came out so mechanically from Iruka-sensei’s mouth while he pointed out where exactly these weapons were) is just a means to an end.
In missions, while Ino dresses for information and Hinata for subtlety, Tenten dresses for the kill.
Her hands are never clammy now; the years of being a weapon mistress has stopped that. She closes and reopens her fists when she spreads her arms out to let him carefully drape the first layer over her. As he ties the first bow, always snuggly and carefully around her waist, she can think of the multiple places (between the folds, inside the sleeves ) she can hide a sharp edge.
She refrains from doing so, even when Neji silently displays the senbon collection he had hidden beneath the kimono on the table. She leaves them there. Neji’s eyes stay white and his face impassive as he dresses her in an almost loving fashion. (At odd moments, she can almost imagine the way Neji would dress a lover – carefully wrapping up his treasure; and she tries not to feel jealousy for this not-yet-existing woman.)
Layers upon layers, and Tenten – the weapon mistress without any steel or iron on her – slowly disappears underneath the colorful fabrics. She is a kunoichi out of her element with nothing that is remotely threatening on her. But she is also a weapon master and weapon masters can make their tools out of the enemy’s own hands.
Neji gives her shoulder a firm squeeze and indicates that he has finished. And she is a woman of porcelain and fragility. Perfect for this job. Her socks scratch lightly on the floor and the red and white silk of her kimono ripples around her legs like water as she heads towards the door.
Sometimes, she is tempted to look back. Just to see his expression. To see whether his face would show the same tenderness of his hands when he dresses her. But there is a girl that lives in Tenten and she is so weak and so strong and so full of contradictions at times that Tenten doesn’t even trust her own training to be able to deny her whimsical (‘romantic,’ the girl giggles) feelings. So she never looks back, and tells him at the door that she’ll see him later, hopefully without ruining the clothes.
A/N: I'm not sure if you've noticed, but this piece was inspired by Ai Yazawa's Paradise Kiss. There is another lighter version revolving around the theme 'Dressing up' which hopefully I will have it done and posted soon.