Note: This is rated M because of language mostly. Tenten's grown to get a potty mouth -laughs- So far there are no smex scenes sorry NejiTen fans! But to reiterate the background on this story. Konoha isn't a town, there's no ninja. The ninja are now spies in a modern day America for the Konoha agency. This story is in Tenten's POV as she goes about trying to get rid of the bad guy. Comments please! Thanks!
Remember: I do not own these characters. This is just for fun.
The streets of New York City glowed brightly from all the neon signs. The tall buildings overpowered everything else. The streets were crammed with people, but on this side of town, the people were a little more classier. Gowns and dresses made from Gucci and other famous and expensive designers lined the streets and tailor made suits were accompanying them. The dazzle of diamond jewelry caught my eye as the lights of the city was captured within the tiny jewels. There was gentle breeze blowing through the streets, but no hair was being messed up since every woman had an up-do that was cemented into place with hair spray.
I reached up with my left hand to feel my trademark buns on my head. It had been far too long since I wore my brunette strands up like this and figured, 'What the hell, something old, yet new'. My dress wasn't something really expensive, okay it wasn't brand name, but it was expensive. The satin blue Chinese dress was tight along my curvy body. The collar folded up against my neck and went down towards my chest to form a 'v'. I remember sitting in my apartment complaining, because my cleavage was popping out of this dress a bit, but he liked it this way. The design was amazing on it, however. Gold flowers were blossoming and their stems wrapped around the bottom of my dress and up along the slutty split that reached my upper thigh.
I looked at my date as we walked arms linked towards our dinner date. He was the reason I was here in this city. I was the stupid one who took this mission. Well thinking about it, I was the only one who could take it. Hinata wouldn't have enough courage to drag him along like I was. Sakura and Ino wouldn't have the patience of this long mission. So me, Tenten, got put in it. Well, I should probably clarify my line of work, shouldn't I?
The Konoha agency is a secret branch of the government. We work along side the government to take out the really notorious bad guys. It works really well actually, we catch the people doing whatever they're not suppose to be doing and pretty much erase them off the face of this planet. The agency has nifty gadgets like that to get rid of people's memories and the power to erase all paperwork and government related items. Cool, huh?
Well, six months ago, I was sent to New York City to find out how exactly this doctor was giving away secret information to rival countries. So far, I have found nada on this entire situation. Of course, this means I am still pretending to love this guy with all my heart so I can find a break in this entire thing and go home.
The only reason I took this case was probably because of the money. With this case, I can settle down and not work for the rest of my life. Yes, it's that much money. I was also the only one that could probably do this case. They needed a young woman, so that meant the older women of agency like Anko and Kurenai couldn't do it. And the younger girls, well it was slim pickings. Sweet Hinata couldn't drag this guy along like I did, besides she was getting married to her highschool sweetheart Naruto in a couple months. Ino and Sakura, pfft, they would get annoyed too easily. Besides, Sakura went to go recover Sasuke from some mission where he never returned. As for Ino, I think she's getting married too to a guy named Kiba. So here I am, the only single girl in the agency, and at twenty-one it's kinda depressing.
I walked through the glass doors of the restaurant to be greeted with a warm scent of baking bread and the hint of vintage wine. Subtle conversations were going on between sips of fine wine and delicate bites of food. This definitely wasn't my type of thing. I walked up to the podium for reservations. "Yakushi, Kabuto," I heard my 'boyfriend's voice say as I came up behind him, placing my arms on his right arm.
The woman scanned a piece of paper in front of her, mouthing names that didn't match. She finally found his and took a yellow highlighter and highlighted his name. "Come with me," she said softly grabbing the leather bound menus and leading us to our table.
Our table was within a private corner of the restaurant. The tables resided within little cubby holes in the wall. The seats curved all the way around the little compartment and the table was placed in the hollow space the curved couch made. Drapes were pulled back to frame the doorway to the table. The drapes were thing and see through, so there wasn't any real privacy, but apparently this didn't stop the couples that were there already.
"Get a fucking room." I slid into the curved seat of our table. My hands felt the smooth texture of the red velvet fabric that encased the couch. The cherry wood table was glossy with polish. I situated myself upon the seat and picked up my napkin and slid it onto my lap.
Kabuto settled across from me and took his menu from the waitress and held mine out to me. I took it from him and cracked it open. The waitress bowed and went back to her post as the greeter.
My eyes scanned the menu. The fancy cursive writing was hard to follow and it didn't help that it was in French either. I flipped the laminated page. "English, thank you. I may be intelligent, but I prefer to stay fluent in one language." I scanned the English page and found what I wanted.
"So honey," Kabuto's voice shattered the silence that was between us, "What have you decided on?" He closed his menu and set it to his left. "The honey and walnut chicken sounds wonderful with a side of broiled herb potatoes and crisp green beans," I replied, just reading it off made my mouth water. Kabuto smiled, "Sounds wonderful."
He settled back in his seat, but still sat straight. His broad shoulders rested against the seat. He was about to tell me something, his posture told me so. Suddenly, he leaned over the table and placed his elbows on the table. He folded his hands and rested his face behind them. "Tenten, how would feel, if my brother came to dinner with us?"
I back washed into my wine glass, "Brother? When the hell did he have a brother? I didn't know this!" I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, "Brother? I didn't know you had a brother."
"Well, he's not really my brother. My parents adopted him. He was my best friend and his parents were killed in a car accident. He was so close with our family that my parents took him in. So be nice, he is my best friend as well as my brother."
I nodded gently. I could see my eyes in the reflection of his dark irises. My brown eyes were uncertain and scared. "What if this guy knew me and knew my job? What if he ratted me out? Fuck, this isn't good. No, I have to stay calm, how many people actually know me? If this guy--"
"Brother, hello," the satin voice brought back so many memories. I turned my head and came face-to-face with my college. The past had just slapped me in the face, really hard. Pale eyes went from Kabuto to me. Black hair was pulled back at the ends with a thin tie. His suit sat on his strong shoulders and framed him well.
"Hello, Neji, how are you?" Kabuto said, sliding out of his seat. He hugged Neji, patting him on the back affectionately. 'This is my girlfriend, Tenten," he said informed him.
"Not like he doesn't know already. But Neji...? The agency must have put some good evidence and used some strong fucking drugs to alter Kabuto's memory. But the agency must be that good, pictures, memories , everything is in place for him to believe it all."
"Tenten, don't be rude," I heard Kabuto say. I looked up and pushed back my thoughts. After this long I didn't want to mess up, "Hello, it is a pleasure to meet you," I forced the words from my lips.
I scooted over to allow Kabuto to sit next to me. Neji sat across from us. I curled next to Kabuto, and affectionately held his hand beneath the table. Kabuto looked down at me and smiled, placing a kiss on my forehead.
It didn't take long before they were wrapped up in conversation over the meal. I just sat there and picked my food, but neither of the men notice me. The lack of food in my system didn't balance with the wine I was drinking. I could feel the blush creeping over my cheeks. This night was too long. Memories were blurring together.
The beeping of Kabuto's pager pounded in my head. I was able to concentrate for a bit and looked over. "Damn, the hospital needs me. Neji, can I trust you to get Tenten home? It seems she's partook in too much wine tonight." He scribbled down something on a piece of paper and handed it to Neji.
Neji looked over the paper and nodded, "Of course, it's right down the street from my hotel. Good luck at the hospital."
Kabuto nodded and scooted closer to me and picked up my chin. My glazed eyes looked into his as he chuckled, "My silly girl..." he placed his lips against mine. I was so drunk, I didn't know what to do, but to kiss him back. Kabuto separated from me and smiled, patting my head. He left with a handshake with Neji. We sat in silence for a few moments, before Neji shifted to look at me.
"So Tenten, is this what you do when me and Lee can't look after you?"