Half-Hearted Thinking

He was on her mind all the time. Mostly because she always wore his pendant. That little clay yang sign that hung from her neck was something that, somehow, she couldn't stand to let out of her sight. It'd been from him, dammit, so what was with this?

"Do you love me?"

When he asked her that, she felt all her anger sputter out. In fact, the only thing she felt was confusion. Love him? Love him? She hated him! He was the bastard that sent many of her friends to their graves, or worse, left them alive and paranoid as hell, if not psychotic! Love him?

"Hell no!"

And this little wince, covered by a half-smile, makes a pang go through her heart. Because after all his affection, she knows that-at least to an extent- he likes her.

But she doesn't want to think about that too much. Unless she thinks selfishly, she might find herself somewhere she doesn't want to be. Somewhere like he is.

In love.


AN: I know we wish this could be all fluffy and sweet, and instead I'm making Tenten out as the bad guy... but I think you'll all forgive me in a chapter or so. Maybe. I'm not betting on it, because I haven't written the final chapter yet, but I love my happy endings. You'll be at least semi-happy with me, I'm sure!

Next Time: See and Not Believe