Talk of arranged marriage unsettled him. He knew that a suitable match was really not all that suitable at all. NejiTen.
Hello there, internet. This is my first full length fanfic, so any ideas, adivce, or cookies would truly be appreciated.
Update will be up... How's Wendesday at the VERY latest? May be up before then!
A few years after current time. Going to keep elements like where people are, who's dead, who's hokageey, kind of nonspecific. I suppsose they'd be about 19 or so.
Mainly Neji POV.
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Prolouge-
"No Lee today, I see?"
"No."
So, and not for the first time, it was them and only them. And, strictly speaking, it was only sparring; one of the most routine of a shinobi's life.
By the book, no more romantic than buying groceries or feeding the cat. Still, he wondered if the two green-suited abominations had somehow formulated some diabolical plot…
Actually, that would them involve them thinking. Which would be unusual. Either way, he consigned it to a distant corner of his mind.
Perfect timing, as a barrage of pointy-objects-that-Neji-dearly-did-not-want-in-his-face hissed though the air. He mustered his charka, then activated the byakugan.
Shower of sparks, and the pointy objects fell away like autumn leaves.
The leaf-nin popped her head out of the bushes.
"Call it a day, Neji?" Her voice had a hoarse ring to it, telling him it wasn't really a question.
Fine. "If you insist."
She began the tedious, tedious process of locating, digging-out-of-various-rocks, and packing of the god-knows-how-many pointy-things. Neji let his balance tip backwards, landing on a familiar tree, guided more than the byakugan to know where it was. Really, it was bit lame when you know your favorite training field by heart.
They'd had their first day here- team Gai, fresh out of the academy, wide eyed Lee, Tenten quiet and jumping at shadows, and himself, well, a bit more off kilter than usual. Training for chunin. Training for jonin. Training for specific mission. Training because it was what they did.
And here he was, years later, alone, panting from training, watching Tenten scurry after far-flung knives. Again.
The setting sun gleamed strong on the rim of her face, tracing the outline of her lips like gold. But nothing new there.
He wanted if he wanted it to change, and couldn't quite answer. He liked it as it was; and if he was compelled to watch her more intently upon occasion,(or, in a few rare occasions, with the aid of the byakugan), then that would be how it would be.
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I do love to put dashes in random word-things. I know it's weird.