Well here is a short one shot. No there will not be anything else on it. Just a random thought that I've put to paper…well to my phone then to my computer…you know what I mean, ANYWAY! I don't own anything but plot. Read, review and enjoy.
They are ninja. The pain is expected, welcomed even.
He would stand in front of her with a knowing smirk, a single hand held out in a silent taunt.
'Come at me,' It whispered, 'Come dance with me to the music of life and death.' And every time she would step forward and take up the challenge. Knowing she could never defeat his nearly all seeing eyes.
They would spar until she was sore and bruised and then he would look at her with those milky eyes and a smirk.
"Tired already Tenten?" It was always mocking and never failed to spur her past her limits. Then he would pin her, fingers pressing into bruised flesh as he proceeded to bruise the last place on her body, her lips.
Loving Neji was not gentle, it was when she was bruised inside and out. It was only when she was so sore that she couldn't stand that he would pick her up and, all ice gone, he would carry her home. Leaving her on her bed with a soft parting kiss that told her what his words could not.
'I love you'
A month later, when all the bruises had faded she would return to the training field to spar with him and the cycle would begin again.
She was a ninja, and Neji's lover. The pain was expected. Hell, it was welcomed with open arms.