AN: Based on the song, "It's on me" by Stereo Skyline (chosen from random shuffle) and the Story's Cover Image
It's on Me
Every night found her wandering the strange, nameless town. Every night, at the same hour, she found herself in a run down bar. Every night she would desperately try to find someone to talk to-yet it was always no use. The foreign beauty was the envy and want of every person in that tavern, but no one truly wanted to converse with her.
She was dangerous, the rose with deadly thorns. The champion wielder of blades, the one whom could kill without even looking.
It was rumored that she was a Spanish assassin whom escaped to the Americas to avoid her enemies, which was true enough. TenTen didn't mind the glares, and yet, she was lonely. Every night she sipped on water, merely sitting lightly upon a bar-stool. At first the bartender was reluctant to appease her, for her couldn't really sell tap water, but after a professional bat of her eyes and the glint of a sharp blade, he relented. No one really denied her, for it was far too dangerous to do so, yet she never got what she truly wanted-companionship.
Yes, she was from Spain. In a way, she was an assassin, though she was hardly paid for her efforts. She was the bodyguard of a high ranking member of the Spanish Mafia... that deal turned out badly. Now she was on the run, though none of her previous co-workers dared to come after her-she was too strong, too skilled, and none wished to meet death from her sharp blade. She had seen her fair share of blood. She knew where every major artery was, just to make executions easier. It hadn't been a pretty job, and she hadn't been paid too well, but at least she enough for food and a small savings account. For a girl with no parents, it was a better alternative than becoming a prostitute, and she was grateful to a certain degree.
Truly, she was exotic perfection. Her skin was tanned and toned, clear from blemishes. Her curves were in all of the right places-a large bust which she bound to keep out of the way; a tiny, hold-able waist; well shaped hips that lead to a luscious bottom. She wasn't the tallest of women, reaching only to 5"9. Her lips were plump, her eyes a sparkling and captivating brown.
TenTen herself couldn't understand why she was in the predicament she was in. Yes, she was from Spain-she didn't understand why origin mattered. Yes, she spoke Spanish-why wouldn't she? She though everyone should know it, even though she knew English as well.
None of this explained why she was walking into a pub alone.
TenTen plopped down onto a bar stool, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear and adjusting her twin buns upon her head. The bartender was a strange looking fellow, fairly robust. Swirls coated his cheeks, and his hair resembled a porcupine.
"Well," The man began, "I'm Choji and this is my bar. What can I get you? Anything to eat?"
TenTen smiled appreciatively, shaking her head lightly. "Just some water please."
The last thing she needed was to drink herself out of house and home, or become unable to protect herself through intoxication-that was the last thing she needed. Her previous co-workers were cowards, not idiots. A drunk girl was much easier to take down than one who was conscious.
A rumbling laugh erupted from owner. "Water it is."
TenTen couldn't help but smile at the man's antics. It must be nice-to be so happy, so open, so kind... TenTen released a minuscule sigh.
She barely had her lips upon the glass before she sensed someone behind her.
"You must be new in town."
Silently, without any noticeable movement, TenTen wrapped her fingers around the scabbard of a kunai.