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The Hyuga main house was an impressive construct, taller than most mansions in Konoha, its compound containing almost its own village in and of itself, with similar yet smaller houses littered throughout. Here, in front of her, was the main house, glistening with a fresh frost over its massive stone pillars and steeples. The house almost seemed daunting, knowing its residents were almost as frigid as its outside components. She shuddered and if she didn't know any better, it would remind her of something out of a fairytale.

It was quite the windy day, this the first with frost that lingered in the morning, and Tenten could see her breath as she blew it throatily into her hands as to try to retain some warmth. Her eyes lingered on the main houses arches and intricately carved wooden doors, the sheen on them gave them almost a gossamer look, and Tenten rubbed her arms with her hands to try and warm them up. She didn't realize she had been so early, but she supposed she might have done it subconsciously on purpose. The earlier she became, the earlier he was, and even though they shared only a few words of conversation between them, she found his proximity, well, she liked it, and she was determined to find out more about the illusive Aburame heir to distinguish what it was about him that piqued her interest.

He dropped down out of no where, straightening his tall figure and rounding out his broad shoulders with masculine grace as he took his place beside her. He was a little closer than he normally stood, and they both faced the main house doors before she looked up at him and graced him with a smile and they exchanged good mornings.

She had noticed that his proximity to her was gradually increasing with each morning like this, but perhaps only a ninja might be able to perceive the diminutive closure in distance between them. She had to admit that she liked him so close, his warmth was quite welcoming, and she could almost feel the vibration of his destruction bugs as they hummed inside of him. She blew into her hands again and tried to catch his eyes as she did, but the goggles gave nothing away as they stood there in silence, waiting for their perspective team members.

For all their high and mightiness, the Hyugas were chronically late, making their residence the ideal spot for their congregating teammates, and it was actually located closer to the training grounds than anyone else's house, which might actually be the contributing factor to their lack of punctuality. It was efficient and convenient, and Kurenai and Gai had agreed early on that they really wanted nothing to do with Hiashi or to wait on his property only to find the man either hospitable or not, so they opted to wait for their subordinates at the training grounds which helped them prep for the day anyways.

Which was okay in Tenten's book at the moment, Lee was probably going to arrive late as he was so filled with the joy of the first frost that he decided to do laps around Konoha and told Tenten very joyously that he would meet them at the training grounds afterwards.

This left Kiba to be arriving around a minute or two before a pale-eyed Hyugas showed their faces, and Tenten was grateful for the time spent alone with the man radiating heat off of him beside her. Almost nervous at beginning the conversation, she smiled and affably tried anyways.

"I can't believe I am going to say this, but I hope Gai-sensei has a rigorous workout for us today, I am chilled to the bone." She smiled again at his stoic visage, and breathed again into her palms before rubbing them together.

"You should have worn a jacket," Shino instructed to her and Tenten nearly frowned at how well the conversation was going.

Maybe him coming closer to her today was all out of pity that she looked pathetically cold and him wanting to be closer to her was all in her head. She sighed as she though all of that over and almost jumped at the weight of the jacket suddenly falling onto her shoulders. The warmth of the material enveloped her and she was racked with his heady aroma that surrounded her in an almost euphoric trance. She glanced up out of her haze to see the Aburame was flushed slightly, though it could have been from the cold's whipping wind. Right now she didn't care, as she got a better look at the chiseled jaw that he had been hiding that seemed a little clenched, and a long thick neck that she had never seen. His expression remained reticent and stoic as ever, giving her the impression that he was quite reluctant to relinquish the jacket to her.

"Thanks," she managed and she grabbed the lapels, folding them across each other to maintain the warmth and scent that the Aburame had so graciously bestowed upon her.

So far, Tenten was thinking that this was a great way to start the day, and she hoped that the others would be more than their usual late time-frame. Shino had offered him her jacket, and she had never even seen the guy take it off even once, she wondered briefly what he would look like with out his goggles as well. He was quite handsome now that she could see most of his face, and she was willing to bet that his eyes weren't a far cry from what he had already revealed.

She could see heat rising off of the bug-nin in small steamy waves coming off of his broad shoulders when the wind stopped blowing, as a few bugs scurried to his core and burrowed under his skin for warmth. She jerked suddenly and let out a small yip at the tickle of a rouge bug crawling down her shirt, and she opened the jacket and bent forward, trying to fish out the salacious little beetle now nestling into the farthest recesses of her bra. Shino nearly balked, staring at her in confusion at first, then with an apologetic look as he looked on helplessly trying to call the beetle to him, and the beetle in turn ignoring his command.

"My apologies," he said taking the bug in his palm with bright cheeks, and Tenten noted that his hands were still warm despite his lack of clothing.

"It was just hard to get him out with out crushing him, I didn't want to hurt the little guy," Tenten explained as she offered the bug back to the goggled shinobi. Her hands looked tiny in his large ones, and despite the fact that his hands remained warm, she could feel him shaking ever so slightly, weather it be from the cold or from the destruction bugs, she might never know.

He nodded his thanks and Tenten rewrapped the coat around her with a shiver as she watched Shino let the beetle disappear underneath a fold of skin at his wrist. He was wearing a long-sleeved black shirt, one that hugged his frame well, but seemed to be made of a breathable material and able to move well in. Tenten realized that he was a bit stockier than her more slender teammates, and it was quite refreshing to see a dissimilar body type for a change. He held his body with dignity as if she had not been just studying his body type and she was called out of her scrutiny when he announced:

"The others will be along soon."

She frowned, as she knew that was her queue to return the jacket, lest anyone conclude something inappropriate. Shrugging it off her shoulders reluctantly, she held it out to the Aburame who took it slowly and almost hesitantly, if it weren't for the tense set of his jaw which made him seem quite put off by the whole ordeal, she would have sworn that he wanted her to keep it for the day. Tenten couldn't help but think that maybe she was reading him wrong, even with his jacket off; it was hard to tell exactly what was going on in his head. Perhaps it was the cold weather that clouded her assessment of the taller shinobi. She couldn't seem to get a good read off of him. She watched him swiftly pull on the grey coat with a bit of disappointment. It had been nice to see the unshielded side of Shino and the loss of heat and dangerously intoxicating scent of his jacket mixed with knowing that company would come and interrupt them soon resulted in a less than happy Weapon's Mistress.

She tried not to frown as she heard Akamaru's barks in the distance, and instead, she smiled warmly at her taller counter partner and thanked him again for the use of his jacket.

"Any time," Shino nodded to her, and Tenten had a feeling that he meant it by the sound of his voice and the way that he stood to look at her.

Bounding around the corner at a good speed were Akamaru and Kiba; their exuberance and playfulness radiating off of them as they approached. They skidded to a halt in front of them and Kiba interrupted the serenity with a loud good morning.

The two returned the sentiments to the fanged ninja as he petted Akamaru on his large white head. It seemed like only a few seconds before the two cousins exited the main house and joined them rather unapologetically for their tardiness.

Shino gave a curt nod to Tenten before swiftly leaving and she took off with her teammate feeling colder than ever.

..0.0.0…

Shino tried to think of the best way to approach the konoichi as he stared down at her from the main house roof. She looked lost in her thoughts, facing the large wooden doors as if in a trance. Despite the slick roof from the lingering frost, he decided to drop down beside her so he didn't have to walk up to her from a far distance and potentially be so distracted by the sight of her that he stumble and fall. He also tried to plan dropping down quite closer than he would to her than anyone else. He could just straighten up from his spot and then stand up, although he hoped that he wouldn't think he was invading her personal space and take a step back. It was quite the gamble. Her being early gave him a bit of confidence, perhaps she figured out the earlier she arrived, the earlier he arrived as well. He had to test his approximation theory, and he took a deep breath and jumped with ninja prowess almost soundlessly beside her. He hoped this entry didn't seem too much like Lee's and he mentally berated himself as he realized now that it probably did, and he was so lost in his inner upbraiding of his actions that he had missed the opportunity to say good morning first. She had even smiled at him, which threw him off balance again. He was determined to make the best of the scarce minutes that he had with her until their respective teammates arrived.

Cursing himself to put forth a better effort, he listened intently as she had suddenly begun to talk.

"I can't believe I am going to say this, but I hope Gai-sensei has a rigorous workout for us today, I am chilled to the bone." She smiled up at him as she rubbed her arms, implying that she was cold with out actually saying it.

Without realizing that the incredibly unhelpful words had escaped his mouth, he simply stated, "You should have worn a jacket." This statement earned him a frown and he was now mentally kicking himself in the head at how stupid he could be in her presence.

He almost jumped up in the air at the thought of something that he could do. He could offer her his jacket.

Unable to actually formulate the words to tell her to take it, he shook it off and plunked it on to her small frame instead and tried hard not to blush. When was the last time he washed that damn thing? He hoped and prayed it didn't smell too horrible, and he realized he should have called all of his destruction beetles to him the moment she yipped in surprise soon after her brief thanks.

Oh, Kami, things could not be going worse. He was facing her, trying his best to concentrate on calling back his wandering kikaichu when she leaned forward, nearly exposing herself in the process and Shino got a very good eyeful down her shirt.

Flushing furiously he took the proffered little hellion with trembling hands.

"My apologies," he managed to say without stuttering or a cracked voice.

Her hands, he noticed, were much smaller than his and cold, but her touch was gentle; she had managed to dig him out without harming him in the slightest.

"It was just hard to get him out with out crushing him; I didn't want to hurt the little guy," he heard her say to him by way of explanation, and Shino nodded as he contemplated her words and her reactions. She didn't freak out that there was a bug in her shirt and had even gone to great lengths to retrieve him unscathed. Perhaps his initial feelings for her were not unfounded. She had not moved to get out of his proximity yet, and he was becoming so bold at his advances that he feared she might be on to him. He hoped that if she did, that perhaps she was encouraging him. He tried not to think about it as the wind whipped around him and he unconsciously clenched his jaw: a habit he grew into when he was over-thinking things or nervous. Letting the beetle burrow under his skin and nearly tingling physically in the form of a shutter from the small amount of her chakra it unknowingly transferred, he tried to focus on forming some kind of intelligent words to engage her in a conversation. His time with her was running short, and he needed to get the mental image of her soft flesh out of his brain in order to function properly. Nearly grinding his teeth at his own personal inadequacies, he realized that he was too late and that his teammate was fast approaching.

"The others will be along soon." He stated this aloud, and tried not to sound depressed about it as he did. What little time he managed to interact with her had not quite gone according her his master plan. She had slipped out of his jacket and was handing it over, and Shino was surprised that she did not keep it. Perhaps a good washing was in order as soon as he returned home. He threaded his arms into his sleeves and was pleasantly surprised at the subtle change in smell emulating from his jacket. She smelled heavenly, what little he could pick up that wasn't masked by his more masculine scent.

Kiba skidded to a halt in front of him along with Akamaru and ebulliently offered a morning greeting to them.

Returning the gesture with only half such vigor, it wasn't a moment more before the Hyugas were trotting up to them, nonchalantly forgetting their lateness as per usual. He turned away first, unable to let her be the first to leave, for fear it from a personal distaste of him instead.

Tomorrow he would do better. As he inhaled the inside of his jacket feigning looking for something from his inner pockets, he thought better of washing it right away. He rather liked her scent on him, and he just knew by the feral look that Kiba gave him when they were well out of earshot of the other team that he knew.

A/N: I liked doing the two perspectives. Perhaps another chapter? Let me know!

~jaggedjacket