Neji and Tenten belong to Masashi Kishimoto.
The field is desolate. Spots of dry, dead grass are unevenly littered all over, still letting the vast dirt beneath peep out almost entirely. Across the plain runs a fairly short but wide fence made of bricks, fugued tightly together. It must have once served as a borderline of some sort, though taking a glimpse at it's delapidated condition, the ragged ledges and devastated parts that abruptly cut off the contiunity of the structure, one may only remark that it's no longer considered by anyone, for it has long lost it's purpose to exist.
Atop that modest construction, two silhouettes squarely stand out, their mostly white robes rioting in the all too soiled environment. They seem almost identical, but then again they aren't at all alike. Taking a closer look, it becomes clear that one's a slender figure, clearly a woman, propped on her backwards outstretched arms, her palms unknowingly shaping the dust on the rough brick surface. Her head high, she's raking the endless skies as if searching for something. Still, her face speaks of utter serenity. No traces of despair, despite the wretched land that spreads beneath her. The other, more broad form of a man sits about, at a familiar distance from his companion. On contrary to her, his posture is tight and stiff, never crooking the slightest bit. His hands rest on his thighs, unwilling to feel anything besides the fine material of his clothing. Still, what opposes the most is the stance of his head, for it is bent forward, looking straight down. Actually, he isn't really looking, as his eyes are shut.
They just sit there, in perfect silence, lost in their own thoughts, like they haven't even noticed that the other sits at arm's length. No, something tells otherwise.
Thud.
A faint sound of collision. Then it can be heard again. And again. It leaves one to the realization that the noise is constant, it's been present since the beginning. It's source is easily located; the lithe woman is wiggling her legs and occasionally bumps her thigh to her fellow's. It goes on; and it goes on seemingly unnoticed.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
They spend a long time this way, until at once the recurring soft noise ceases. The man, of course, senses the change, for he slowly opens his eyes, only to witness how a mischievous smile appears on his companion's features. Clearly, she knew he'd react just like that, and now she's got him all snared with her eyes, elaborately exploring his vague gaze. Her smile widens slightly.
"So you take me for granted?"
It takes only a split second for him to interpret what she meant. He frowns immediately, closing his eyes once again, turning away. She giggles lightly, probably amused at how seriously he takes even the most wanton little things. Carefully, she tilts her head a bit, in order to earn a clearer look of his face, which is now all creased in concentration. But it doesn't remain for long.
Thud.
She's left dumbfounded. The man slowly retreats his leg, from where he's bumped it to hers. It was a matching answer, to a shrewd question. They lock gazes again, the woman smiling afresh, while the man maintains a vapid face, though his scowl no longer apparent.
His matching answer. To her shrewd question. And it reads
"If you do, too."
It is only natural that she does. Pleased, Tenten looks back at the sky, her smile never faltering. After he makes sure that she no longer pays attention, Neji lets his lips quirk upwards ever so slightly, closing his eyes and turning back to the ground.
But maybe he wasn't deliberate enough when he let that humble smile materialize on his face, for he newly feels the collision of her leg with his. Repeatedly.
It feels nice.
