Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. If I did, Team Gai would be the main characters.

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Kiss It/Scratches 02/09/07

"Kiss it." He said firmly, holding out his right hand. A pale scratch was across it. It hadn't even drawn blood, but he was a small five years old, what did you expect?

The little girl, the same age, looked at him in surprise. A faint flush appeared across her cheeks. Her chocolate colored eyes stared at him doubtfully as she knelt, hovering over him.

The little boy, who was indeed the Hyuuga Neji, glared back defiantly. "My daddy always kisses it when it hurts." His forehead was yet to be blemished by a curse mark, and his milky eyes had not yet achieved the cold hatred they would have later on.

"Okay…" The bun-haired girl replied slowly. Tenten, for that was her name, slowly bent forward, catching Neji's little fingers with her, quickly pecked his knuckles.

"There!" She said awkwardly, bouncing up and running away. Neji's eyes followed her.

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"Kiss it." She said stubbornly, holding out her hand. A scratch was drawn across her palm, tiny drops of blood squeezing out. Neji stared at her blankly.

"Tenten, are you mentally ill?"

Glare.

"No! Now kiss it, it hurts."

Neji began the staring match that often took place when Tenten wanted something from him. She stared right back, leaning her face closer to his, to see if he would crack.

He almost did.

"Neji, please?" She whimpered. He gave an exasperated sigh. Taking her hand into his, he gently kissed away the blood.

Tenten smiled.

Mission Payback, complete. Success.

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Alternate Ending

"Kiss it." She demanded weakly. She held out her arm, which was twisted in a way it shouldn't have been. He stared at her, a faintly horrified look on his face. Why did this happen…? Her face was contorted with pain.

"Kiss it, Neji." Tenten repeated, her body trembling. "Please."

Neji leaned over, kissing the inside of her elbow. Blood fell between his lips, hers and his mingled. He pressed his mouth harder to her skin, trying to push warm back into her skin, which was slowly turning into the cold of death. He wanted to feel life pressing back. It was his father's death all over again.

Oh, gods.

Her hand clutched his shirt in earnest. She wouldn't let go. She tried to hang onto life, to him.

She smiled.

She let out a small laugh.

She knew she would die.

But she would die with someone kissing her-even if it was on the elbow-, and that was like a dream.

She would die with Hyuuga Neji, her love, kissing her.

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a/n;; Okay, there. That is seriously the first angsty fanfiction I have ever written. Tell me how it was, please.