Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

Because I love NejiTen, okay? Enjoy, my fellow NejiTen lovers!

Kinda based on Romeo & Juliet, West Side Story, and gangs/cliques/rivals basically.

PS: just for pure randomness, I'm going to say that I don't get people who ship NejiHina, who's with me? Any who, keep on reading! This story isn't going to be long. Um...the progression for love sucks just to tell you. This story is meant for fun. READ ON!

Happy Halloween!

My costume was a ninja, if anyone was interested.

-Tenten

Lets get this over with, okay?

My name is Tenten. Weird, I know, but it's always been this way. And I couldn't change a thing. I also didn't have a last name, which was fine, I didn't need people tracking me...but then again, no one else has the name of Tenten. Sigh. Oh well.

I have this mid length rich brown hair and copper eyes. The hair is piled tightly and neatly in two tight buns. I'll have to admit, I'm not an easy girl to deal with. I'm defiant. Sarcastic. I joke around too much. I'm a major tomboy and I'm also really impulsive.

But then again, who isn't?

I live alone.

Well...not really.

I have a boyfriend I live with. But he's horrible. With blond hair, intense cerulean eyes, and terrible choices of fashion, his name is Akira. Like me, he had no last name. Well, to the best of my knowledge he didn't.

Akira woke up, his anger lashing from his hangover "Woman! Where's my food?"

"Here." I squeaked. Normally, I'm not afraid of anything, but since he's been beating me, all of the fearlessness vanished in an instant the second he threw a punch at my face.

I leaned my back on the wall, wishing my birthday would come faster. I was only seventeen, but when I was eighteen, I could leave! And never look back.

How it seems too good to be true.

I saw him walk to me. His toned chest was full of scars from fights he's survived, and oh yeah, did I tell you he's in a gang?

Yeah...I have terrible tastes in boys.

The only reason I would got out with such an incompetent guy is because he threatened my life along with a deal of letting me live if I became his little pleasure toy.

I hate him.

Absolutely.

I stepped out the apartment he'd forced me to share and I let out a shaky exhale.

I decided to let it rip and my eyes let the held back tears fall.

"Why're you crying, Tenten?" I look up to see my friend, Sakura Haruno, looking down at me.

With short pink hair, jade green eyes, and fair skin, she made all the boys chase her with that dreamy expression written all over their faces with dried drool stains, but her best friend Ino Yamanaka was even better, she was blond.

But whatever. Sakura talked to me for only one reason, because we're the only girls in Akira's gang. Sakura's boyfriend, a guy whom I don't know, is in the gang and isn't a woman beater unlike the leader, Akira. Akira's gang was the top one, but apparently, a new gang with stronger men, was rivaling Akira's and they were going to duel for honor and the title 'best gang that ever lived' in the junkyard. His words, not mine...

Basically, they were going to beat each other senseless and the last one that's least weakened of the gang declares victory. My words, not his...

I sighed, I stood up "Akira..."

No more words needed to be said.

She wrapped me up in an embrace and I cried in her shoulder.

The older girl was like my sister, and on more than one occasion did I found myself crying myself to sleep on her shoulders.

"You should break up with him. If he continues to do this..." even Sakura's voice was shaky.

But I wouldn't let it get the best of me.

"Look, Sakura, I'm almost eighteen. If I can handle him for another year, I'll be fine." I said, wiping my face really hastily.

"Do you need a touch up in make up?" She offered genuinely, and I nodded. "Mm..."

After two hours of makeup, my face and body that isn't concealed has a lot of makeup that makes me appear almost...almost...normal.

But I know in real life, that it ain't possible.

I showered, made food, cleaned up the apartment, basically doing everything in my power not to upset my "boyfriend."

God...how I wanted to slit his throat in his sleep.

I sighed, and walked outside.

A breath of fresh, cold autumn air was what I needed now.

Every since I started dating Akira, he forced the teachers in my school to give me good grades and said I had to skip school anyway.

I didn't particularly mind the skipping part, but without school, life got boring pretty fast.

I began to walk, hands aloofly shoved in my pockets of my jeans, and the sun ahead mockingly began to shine brighter ahead on the path of me. Like it was saying, "Look Tenten, it's going to get better eventually. Just you wait."

I wanted to laugh, "Yeah, right!"

I must've zoned out, because one second I was walking in the neighbor hood where the poor people lived to the mansions where the rich people receive checks after checks.

I stared in awe at their zen gardens, the bonsai trees, the smell of cherry blossom lingering in the air.

So that's why the sun brightened on my path today.

It knew that I was walking, unbeknownst to myself, to the rich people street.

I stared in a wistful expression, turning my head sharply when I heard a soft "Who's there?"

I then saw a girl, maybe sixteen by the looks of it. She was pretty, really pretty. But she seemed shy and nervous. Her hair, purple with a mix of violet, reached her hips and her bangs reached her eyebrow and her eyes were white with a hint of lavender. Though she wore jeggings and a hoodie, I immediately knew it was either to a.) to hide your bruises or marks or b.) to hide your body and shape.

Looking at the young sixteen or so old, I knew she would never be harmed. In her own way, she seems like a little princess.

I assume by the way she is presenting herself, she is hiding her body.

"Hi." I said, greeting her cheerfully.

"H-h-hello, I-I'm Hi-" the dark haired girl was about to say her name when both of us heard "Hinata!"

"Father!" she squeaked, quickly replying "I have to go, I hope to see you soon and learn your name!" She entered her house again, and silently shut the door.

I sighed. That girl, what was her name, Hinata?- seemed nice but her father, I assuming by her word choice of 'father' that it was her father, seemed like the types of men who must always have to have their expectations exceeded.

Hmmph, I feel sorry for her.

I began to walk to the forest.

I loved being surrounded by outdoors and the forest.

It was my sanctuary.

My and my only place to relax, relive, and just be at peace.

Near the forest was a stream, the river was crystal clear blue and exotic fish danced gracefully in the cool water.

The flowers surrounding the river bank, was such an explosion of colors, it'd put the rainbow to shame. The colors, intoxicating, of the flowers produced a pleasant smell. I didn't know what it was, but it sure as hell smelled great.

The greenery of this place, it was purely beautiful.

And it was all mine.

After three hours of napping, eating apples off of the tree, and walking with feet in the water, I decided to continue walking around. When I passed by the junkyard, I could tell Akira's gang, the Reapers, were getting ready to battle it out.

"Hey!" Sakura said, her eyes saw me and ran full speed to hug me. She acted like she'd never seen me this morning or yesterday at all. I mentally let out a sigh of relief.

How lucky I was to have a friend who thought of someone else before themselves.

If Akira had known I saw someone before he did, he would've blown a gasket and a fuse. Anyway, it meant he would be pissed as hell.

Akira took notice of me, dressed in a white muscle shirt, a leather jacket, blue jeans, and black leather shoes. How fifties styles of him, SIGH.

He came over, roughly shoving his tongue in my mouth.

Definitely without permission too.

Ugh...gross.

I pushed him away, and he licked his lips hungrily, his ugly blue eyes feasting on me.

He murmured hotly in my ear, "After the fight and I win, do you wanna?"

He made a crude gesture with his two hands that clearly meant one thing: sex.

I shook my head.

"Aw...my little Tenten wants to stay a virgin. Okay, but just this once!" He laughed at his joke and I tried not to slam my fist in his pale, haughty face.

Your little Tenten wants to kick you in your soft spot and make you sing soprano for a week.

How about that, Akira? Hmm?

Anyway, I walked out of the place, wiping all of his spit off my mouth. "Not only is he a woman beater, but he can't kiss for no shit either..."

I sighed and kicked up the leaves that spiral in the twirling air.

I can bet that he has never properly kissed a girl without making it rough and nasty.

I mean, sure a girl wants some French kissing. But the way he does is makes it...well, the word never really came, but I felt no sparks.

No emotions but the feeling of being disgusted.

Not the urge to keep going at it, but the urge to push him away, wipe it all off, and scream at the top of her lungs "THIS GUY TRIED TO TONGUE RAPE ME!"

My life sucks.

Oh well.

At a restaurant, I order a bowl of traditional noodles with beef broth.

Though I ate silently, I mused how life was so sucky and yet people say how I'm the lucky one.

Those damn, blind idiots...

After, I paid and decided to walk around the village of mine.

I didn't know why, but I felt the need to walk today.

For maybe the hope of actually meeting the guy that will treat me right.

Nah, not going to happen bro. Not anytime soon, Tenten. Not anytime soon.

I wanted to back to high school.

To pass notes in class.

To go to prom.

To graduate!

Was that so much to ask for? Was it?

After sighing, I saw this jewelry shop and I entered.

I looked at the jewels, the gems, the stones.

There were so beautiful.

I pressed two hands against my face and stared wistfully at this silver ring with a green ruby pendant on top.

How gorgeous it was,

I looked at the price tag.

HOW EXPENSIVE IT WAS TOO!

Anyway...

A young man, maybe eighteen, walked next to me. With long, loosely tied up hair that was dull brown, eyes that were beautifully white with a hint of lavender, he dressed in white robes, and all I could think(coherently) was: He must've been a sex god or something, he is soo~~ incredibly hot.

I turned away, face red from blushing and staring.

When I felt his hand rest on my arm, I felt a sudden injection of electricity run through me.

I stared at the eighteen year old again, swallowed and said "May I help you?"

"That ring right there, that silver one, it's pretty, right?"

I almost had a breakdown.

I fake smiled "Yeah. Too bad I can't afford it."

"You're so pretty, you must have a boyfriend who does. Don't you?" His voice, laced with quietness, was so smooth and calm. I had a troubled time trying to keep my usual tomboy composure in front of this well, stranger.

This stranger who had you wrapped around his little pinky and tangled your heart into knots. This stranger who is making you think for just keeping your composer around him. This stranger who makes you feel electricity every time he touches you. A voice inside me mocked.

I said back mentally, "Shut up."

I swallowed. "Yeah, well I..." I trailed off. This handsome stranger, well, he kept getting inside my head and under my skin, and sweat rolled off of my forehead as I began to blush.

The stranger took his hand, and wiped some of my makeup away under his thumb.

Oh, fuck!

I forgot, my make up wasn't water proof...

The stranger said. "Why is there bruises on your face?"

I swallowed and looked away "I, um, I ran into a pole."

His pretty eyes now look intimidating as he said "Yeah right. So tell me, who did this to you?"

No words need to be exchanged.

"It was your boyfriend, wasn't it?"

Shit.

I shook my head desperately and said "No, like I said, I ran into a pole. Now if you excuse me, I have a perfectly psychedelic boyfriend to return to."

Shit!

The stranger smirked "Hn, so, your boyfriend did this to you, right?"

Shit, shit, shit!

I braced myself for the pain and punishment that was supposed to be inflicted upon me, but instead felt his hands once again.

He said softly "Who's your boyfriend?"

I opened my mouth, my first mistake today "Akira."

I'm having a bad day, oh sweet merciful lord, please don't make anything worse.

"Oh, so you're in his girlfriend?"

I nodded. "Look, I gotta go. Um..bye stranger!"

"My name's Neji!"

"Good day to you, sir!" I called, turning away and running back to the junkyard.

I wished he would forget me, like I would about him.

But sadly, one couldn't forget a stranger who stole your heart.

So, guys, what's going on? This is all meant for humor and romance. Nothing serious and all that. There will be other pairings, I just tell you until the time comes along! Well, send me your ideas and about next Saturday night, you can be expecting a new chapter! Bye! REVIEW~~!