Konichuwa! New story alert! Gotta love new stories!
Okay, so this story just came, er, fiddling (?) into my mind the other day.
It's a NejiXTenten story. I doubt it's gonna be a one-shot, but we'll see!
BTW: an erhu is a Chinese instrument that is sort of like a fiddle but it has two strings instead and the bow is connected to the strings. Just google it or something!
Disclaimer: I do not own Neji or Tenten or Naruto or any other characters in here!
Prologue:
She breathed a sign of breathe and slowly walked towards the centre of the stage. Her heels clicked in a satisfying way as she walked with dignity and her head high up, holding onto her instrument with pride.
The light shone straight at her eyes, blinding her.
But she saw, even with the light in her eyes, the pale, lavendar eyes burning a mental hole on her.
He was the main reason she was even there.
The main reason she was even on that very stage or even being alive.
He was that reason.
He would always save her at the very worst moments and it was only her that saw the real him.
The real face beneath that fake mask he would always wear when he was near people.
That fake smile.
That fake laugh.
As a matter of fact, she had always preferred his real laugh. The rich, deep chuckle that always made her shiver and have goosebumps.
She had always watched him. Always at that stern, cold face that never hesitated to save her and protect her and melted to a more kind smile when they were alone.
But tonight, he would be watching her.
Just her.
So she had to play her best.
She had to play her heart out tonight.
She sat down and straightened her qi pao.
She placed her erhu between her legs, closed her eyes, and played.
Tonight, she would make his eyes sparkle and remember the times they had been through.
She smiled to herself.
After all, the song was called the, "The Lover's Memories."