Title: A Simple Design

Genre: Romance/Humor

Rating: T

Disclaimer: Me ish not own. Ish Belong to Miasashi Kisimoto.

Summary: They never thought to see each other again, yet fate thought differently.

Tenten stared out the glass wall behind her desk that gave her a wonderful view of Suna. She looked at the glass frame she held in her hands, the one when she and her ex had been so happy back in high school. High school...It seemed so long ago, so distant now.
"Where did you go Neji?" she whispered hoarsely. " Why was I such a fool?"

-x-

As Hyuuga Neji also stared out the glass window behind his desk that gave him of Konoha, he sneezed. "Shit...Maybe I'm getting a cold."

"Neji-niisan!" yelled a teenage girl that burst through the maple double doors o his office. She was crying.

"Yeah?" he asked, smiling at her. "What's wrong Hanabi? Did Gaara break up with you again?"

"Yes!" Hanabi choked out. She was 18, and only reacted emotionally towards nothing but her long-time boyfriend, Gaara. "He wanted to see Chamuya, that bitch I told you about!"

Neji tossed a tissue box at Hanabi, who caught it expertly. He had a whole closet full of tissue boxes, stacked neatly for these occasions. He had a new one on his desk every week, just waiting for his younger cousin crying through the doors.

"I've been telling you for three years, Hanabi. If he makes you this unhappy, dump him."

Hanabi had regained her composture...er, sort of. She was now smiling like a dope. "He makes me happy beyond belief though..."

"...I have to..work now..." Neji said, once again appalled at his cousin's lack of common sense when it came to Gaara.

"Okay!" Hanabi smiled cheerfully as she ran out the door.

"Finally..."muttered Neji, looking back at the sketch of the house he was designing for a newly-wed couple.

-x-

Hanabi smirked sneakily as she held the box of tissues and walked calmly to the main lobby. It had all been a lie. She and Gaara had never had a fight, at least, not today. Gaara was a good match for her, and Gaara knew it as well. They only fought once a month. For two years, she had lied about her fights with Gaara (With his permission, of course.) to have an excuse to sneak into Neji's office and record his moods since he and Tenten had broken up in high school.
A tall boy with red hair and dark green eyes greeted her as she stepped out of the elevator.

"Did it go well, Hanabi?" he asked, taking notice of her cheerful mood.

"Yes, Ga-kun. It did." Hanabi smiled as she give him a small kiss on the cheek. "Neji seems to be very moody today."

"Don't call me that." he smirked, ruffling her hair.

"Hey!" Hanabi whacked his head with her palm lightly. "Hands off the hair!"

The receptionist chuckled as she watched the two lovebirds. Every week, she observed their relationship, happy that her younger brother was in love, even if he wouldn't admit it.

"Gaara seems to be in a good mood today." observed her co-worker, Tsuchi Kin. "He's usually not that happy, is he Temari?"

Temari smiled. "Only when his beloved Hanabi-chan is. Heck, he calls her Chanyu, and that's not even a word. And you know how he is about made-up words..."

-x-

It was now twelve at night. Tenten was on the futon in her study and stared at the sketchbook in front of her. The page was still blank. She screamed in anger.

Why couldn't she design anything?! What was this? Her sketchbook was wet, drops of water were falling on it slowly. Tenten looked up at the ceiling. What? Her cheeks were wet.

"Wha..?" Tenten smiled sadly in recognition. "I'm crying..I haven't cried in such a long time. I forgot how painful it was."

Tenten had not cried in three years, not since Neji had broken up with her. The 21-year-old woman closed her eyes and more tears escaped. For the first time in a long time, she really cried.

-x-

Oh god. Tenten stared at herself in the mirror. After the night on the futon, she had not slept well. It wasn't that the futon was uncomfortable, in fact, it was more comfortable than her bed when she still lived in Konoha. But the fact that she had spent the night on a futon was not helping her face. Especially the bags under her eyes. If the people at the company saw her like this, she would lose the respect they had for her. She had no choice.

"I don't wanna call in sick!" Tenten wailed.

Yamanaka Ino, whom was one of her best friends, was also Tenten's business partner in the fashion world also lived with her. Because, let's face it, Tenten's mansion was too big for her to live in it alone.

"Whas wrong?" Ino muttered groggily. "You looks awful..."

Tenten whirled around. "INO! Hide those bags under my eyes. I can't go to work like this!"

Ino perked up immediately. Fashion might've been her job, but make-up was her hobby. "Tenten," she said, "When I'm done with you, you'll look like a 16-year-old. Even though you only look like a 17-year-old when you're 21."

-x-

"Hanabi..." Gaara began. "Your cousin hates me. He thinks I'm breaking your heart."

"What the hell?" Hanabi asked. "No, he doesn't Ga-kun."

"I ate dinner with him, your sister, and you last night. He was glaring at me through the whole meal..."

Hanabi held up a pair of earrings to her already pierced ears. "Hey, do you like these? We hafta go to that christmas party at Neji's company tomorrow night. It's a big event. Even Ino's coming from Suna just for this. She's bringing a friend. Neji approved it."

Gaara looked at the earrings. "If you're wearing that red dress, you should. I don't like these earrings with your blue dress..."

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