Something ...neji/tenten-esque.. *sigh* I figure if I practice, I'll eventually have to improve. XP Please bear with me until then.
Title: : 'Bite off more than you can chew'
Word Count: About 1, 450
Warnings: Soome bad language, and mentions of hormones... no sexual content but references to attraction.
Spoilers: One of Neji's new attacks from Shippuuden
Summary: Set sometime during the time-skip. Basically Neji and Tenten get in some extra (fighting) practice, there are wet clothes involved.
The theme and prompts are borrowed from the 30kisses community at livejournal. I didn't claim the NejiTen couple. This is for practice and fun, I'll leave the pairing to an author more talented than I.
I’m still working on getting Neji and Tenten right, in terms of characterization and other stuff, so forgive my... lacking ability. I’ll try to improve my writing... My newly discovered Neji/Tenten muse was sent into overdrive by episode 14 of Shippuuden! *gasp splutter dies at awesomeness of episode*. I've been a fan of Neji/Tenten for a while.... but this just made it groow.. and manifest itself in a previously undiscovered muse.
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To put it in simply, Tenten had bitten off more than she could chew. It was like a baby boa constrictor trying to ingest an entire elephant. It was painful to watch, and worse to experience.
Tenten had willingly, and daftly, agreed to an extra sparring session with the Hyuuga genius. She needed to speed up her reaction time, and he was looking to… well actually she didn’t know what Neji wanted to do, besides beat her into the ground (recent events had pointed her towards that conclusion). She scanned her surroundings, a slow moving river to the left, trees to the right, more trees to the back, and even more trees in front.
They'd walked through a clearing half a mile to the north (behind her) earlier but it was small, and why would she want to give up something that was working for her. While Neji could see her anyways, clearing or not, at least she had something to work with in the forest.
She again asked herself if masochism was really the path in life she wanted to take.
The blame wasn’t solely her burden to bear. After all no one can really say no to Hyuuga Neji, especially when he requests (commands) a training session. Alright, fine, it was just Tenten that had that particularly painful problem.
At the moment Tenten was questioning that mysterious phenomenon, while trying to breathe. All the while her eyes scanned her leafy-green surroundings. She was perched on a sturdy tree limb. Habitually fingering the coarse wrappings on the kunai she held.
Her muscles coiled; ready to launch an attack, her ears straining to hear; something, anything. It was futile. Of course Neji never made a sound. Tenten was already at a disadvantage. He could see far better than she ever could. Tenten wasn't going to let that stop her from trying.
‘Right... Left.. Behind.. Below.. Above…’ she glanced in each direction, her head snapped forward as she focused on the approaching man. ‘…. Crap… from the front’. Tenten let the kunai fly, and launched herself backwards; gracefully executing a back flip. It wasn’t that her kunai missed, if he was anything less than Neji; he would have a sizeable hole in his chest right now. Tenten landed in a crouch then quickly shifted and jumped into a defensive stance.
A crunch and snap of a twig, Tenten whirled around in the opposite direction, and deflected his incoming strike with a sweeping motion of her arm. Tenten and Neji engaged in a small-bout of hand-to-hand combat before Tenten saw her chance, and with a backwards leap into the trees extracted herself from the disadvantageous situation.
Neither of the shinobi were paying enough attention to how close they had retreated, or pursued in Neji’s case, towards the river. Tenten came to a skidding halt on one of the tree limbs; her hand grasped onto the limb and it was dragged roughly against the bark as her momentum kept her slidding.
‘Crap… that hurt’ she winced then swiftly stood up. She saw it coming, his recently developed Hakke Kuushou, but she hadn’t completely regained her equilibrium. As she attempted to leap out of the way of his incoming chakra blast it caught her and sent her flying off of the branch, and into the middle of the sluggish river.
The air was roughly pushed from her lungs when she impacted the water, with a large splash.
Neji appeared by the shoreline, and when she didn’t pop up for air immediately, he started to wade out. He was up to his knees when her she finally surfaced in a spray of water. She coughed the water out of her lungs, and then greedily sucked in air.
‘Holy crap cold’ she thought treading water, ‘the silver lining would be…you aren’t hot and sweaty anymore?’
Shaking the clinging strands of brown hair from her eyes, Tenten steadily began swimming to where Neji was waiting patiently.
After Tenten’s feet found purchase on the bottom of the river, she sloshed her way over to Neji. She paused to drive the last of the water from her lungs.
“What has you so distracted, Tenten? You are never this absent minded” Neji’s questioned as his white eyes bore into her sodden-form.
Tenten busied herself with keeping the dripping pieces of hair out of her eyes.
On an exhale, Tenten dismissed the notion,
“It’s nothing” she waved it off, her voice filled with disinterest. She was busy wringing out the bottom of her water-logged white shirt. Thanks to her unexpected dip, it was translucent.
Neji, while he is a rather reserved and talented shinobi, the fact remains that he is a teenage boy. In reference to that fact, it can’t be helped that teenage boys notice things, and, most of the time, are driven to action by their hormones.
Unfortunately for Neji, there isn’t a person in the world that is immune to hormones. Some are better at controlling their reactions; Shino or Neji himself, while others aren’t so lucky, Kiba and Naruto for example.
So in reality it wasn’t completely his fault that he had glanced, a few times, at her wet shirt and stomach while she wrung out the water. This new development might be a disadvantage to his concentration.
He raised an eyebrow, he clearly didn’t believe her.
“I can see clearly, that is not the case” he stated, refraining from snorting indignantly. His damnable eyes seemed to develop a mind of their own, as they once again glanced down at Tenten’s shirt. He quickly snapped them back up to her face.
Tenten was, tired, sore, and uncomfortably soggy. She figured they had trained enough for one day.
“I’m not distracted. It’s just an off day” she waved a gloved hand at him as she told him a half-truth.
Tenten was experiencing the common phenomenon that all Kunoichi went through.
It seemed this week her hormones were being extra vile. They were grabbing Tenten by the brain, and heart, and throwing her through every conceivable emotion as quickly, and often, as possible.
She wasn’t enjoying this new game of ‘Let’s see how many emotions Tenten can experience without her brain blowing up!’.
What is the cherry on top of her sundae of misery, you ask? Well of course it’s the fact that she has feelings for the stoic Hyuuga. Trapped in her inner musings, Tenten had zoned out and had missed the majority of Neji’s after-spar analysis speech.
“…Your form was lacking, and I barely had to exert myself to dodge your attacks...” Neji stopped at her slightly unfocused expression.
‘Eyes above the neck…Eyes above the neck... stupid hormones…. No stupid Tenten for falling into the river’, Neji’s inner mantra didn’t seem to be helping, he was sure that he could control his hormones if it was anyone besides Tenten.
‘It’s all HIS fault… he’s pretty… and my annoying body goes wacko when he’s around… stupid Neji’ Tenten frowned, obviously coming out and saying: 'Neji my body can’t help but react to your obvious sex appeal, that’s why I’m distracted; and I couldn’t stop myself from staring, and drooling.... want to help get rid of my problem?', would be stupid. Tenten mentally rolled her eyes, she was sure that’d go over well.
Tenten got a wonderfully awful idea, ‘Kiss your dry clothes goodbye Neji’, she felt rather devious. She struggled to stop her inner smirk from bleeding into a full fledged smirk.
Tenten, and Tenten’s hormones, decided that: One, she wants to avenge her wet clothes, even though it was her fault, Tenten didn’t bother with the small details; and Two, a wet Neji with a clingy white shirt was a benefit to everyone involved, except Neji but again Tenten didn’t worry herself over small details.
In a flash, that Neji hadn’t expected, he was busy with his own inner monologue, Tenten had grabbed the front of his shirt, and with her remaining strength, swept his legs out from under him, and propelled him into the water.
Neji quickly righted himself. He flipped back the curtain of his sopping wet hair, trying to get it out of his face, so he could breathe. Neji quickly spit out a mouthful of river water, and he turned towards his teammate.
Tenten glanced down at his now soaking wet shirt, Tenten and her hormones were pleased with the clinging capabilities of his shirt.
‘Ah... The silver lining…muscle-y Neji-chest’ but upon seeing the look on Neji’s face, and it wasn’t a particularly pleased one at that, she had to ask herself ‘Did I bite off more than I can chew, again?’