Comfort in the Arms of the Unknown
Disclaimer; I do not own Naruto
Summary; Weaken, tired and alone, collapsing in the forest seemed wise at the time. KankuTen
Authors note; So I hoped you enjoyed the last chapter, and here is the next one!
She's got the kinda face that you would only see on an angel
A body that looks good to me from every angle
...
Now listen here, she got the face of an angel and the girl is so fly
That her eyes stay twinkling like she stole 'em out the sky
[Pretty Girl lyrics by Jarvis]
Kankuro P.O.V
Lazily I walked through the dense forest. There was no need to go much faster, for who would know if I was time wasting on a solo mission such as this.
I swear it is Gaara's way of getting his own back on me. Or his was of saying her wants rid of me for six weeks, or however long it was.
Wondering around, I ignored the rain, figuring it was something I would have to learn to put up with.
As I went on, I noticed something slide down in the middle of the clearing before me.
I stared amazed at the mess before me. The mess that was meant to be a kunoichi of the leaf village.
"So, I don't think this could be the cleverest idea anyone could come up with in the world," I informed her. I watched her eyes glance around lazily, trying to pin point the direction of my voice. She managed one glance around the area before her eyelids gave way, and closed. "And you're meant to be a ninja?"
With I sigh I decided to see who it was, or if I knew them. So carefully I walked across the clearing to the girl in a neat pile in the centre.
I knelt down beside her, trying to get a better view of her face, but her thick brown hair was obscuring her face, the only thing visible was some of the black of her ninja head band.
Gently, I placed my hands on her face, and swept the hair off of her face.
The headband indicated the fact she was a kunoichi of the leaf, and something about her seemed familiar. I had seen her around a few times.
I knelt there fingers resting on her face, trying to think of her name.
"Tenten..."I muttered, remembering. At the same moment, she shuddered beneath me, reminding me of two facts. One I still had my fingers on her face, and two, it was raining, and she was soaking wet, as was I.
I stood up, and looked down at her.
I couldn't leave an allied ninja like that, especially one I knew, right?
So with that, I bent down, and swept her into my arms bridal style, and jumped of into the trees.
* * *
I carefully placed her onto the sofa, and walked over to fireplace. I grabbed a few pieces of fire wood and arranged them in the base of the fireplace, before using a simple fire jutsu to set them alight.
Warming my hands up on the fire, I heard movement behind me.
I turned around, careful not to burn my hands on the fire.
I looked at what was once a nice dry sofa, but was now a dripping wet, muddy set of cushions. I got up and walked over to her, and tried to think of what I should do; and there was only one thing I could think of... to dress her in warm clothes. But in order to do that I would have to undress her.
Now, I have no problem with undressing her, but I have no idea how she will act when she finds out I have. For all I know she may try to kill me!
But then again... maybe it would be worth it.
I walked out of the room, and into my bedroom, grabbing a top, and some shorts. I then went back over to the sofa and knelt beside it, readying myself for the task before me.
Starting simple, I took off her ninja sandals. They slipped off easily, and threw them over by the door.
Not sure what to do next I put my shorts on over her trousers. I quickly slipped her trousers off under my shorts; which were miles to big for her, making the task a simple one.
After that I gently sat her up, supporting her weight with one of my arms, making it look almost like I was cradling her. With my other hand I grabbed the top I had got for her and pulled it on over the top of hers. I then tried to slip of her top like I had done with the trousers, but the wet material was being stubborn while the buttons wouldn't let the top slide off, so in other words I would have to undo the buttons to get the top of, and to do that I needed two hands.
Gently lowering her onto the sofa again, and slid my hand out from beneath her.
I then slid my hand up the front of the top, and fumbled for the bottom button. It was on the side, and on the underneath of the shirt, so the side of one of my hands were brushing against her damp, cold skin. Taking a deep breath, I undid the button, and moved to the next one.
I was doing well, until I reach her breast. With a shaky hand I began to undo the button, but at that moment Tenten began to stir, and sat bolt upright, so that my hand was now firmly planted on one of her breast.
I felt my cheeks burn bright red as she looked at me, confusion on her face.
She sat there looking at me for a few moments, then she cast her eyes to where my hand was, then flicked them back to my face. She kept flicking her eyes between the two before she finally broke the silence.
"Are you going to keep your hand there all day?" She asked me. I quickly pulled my hand back, completely forgetting the fact she had a top on over the top, so bring her towards me; meaning she crashed into me, both of us crashing onto the floor, in a rather compromising position.
She was now laying on top of me, our legs tangled. My hand was still on her breast, but now her upper body was pressed against mine as well.
"Oh crap," I muttered. "I was only trying to get you out of the wet clothes."
She didn't reply. With a sigh, she slipped her hand up her top as well, and moved my hand away from her breast, before unbuttoning her top herself. She then pulled it off, and dropped the wet bundle beside us.
"See, simple," She said, climbing off me.
"Sorry," I muttered sitting up.
We stood there awkwardly for a few moments, each one of us waiting for the other to speak.
"Well, um, is there somewhere I can sleep?" She asked me, looking at the sofa. "As I think that's a bit wet."
"Yea, take the spare room," I told her, pointing to the door behind the sofa.
"Thanks," She said, going into the room, before closing it firmly behind her.
The minute she left the room I breathed a sigh of relief.
* * *
I woke up as the sun shone clearly through the windows.
Throwing the sheets back, I jumped out of bed, and walked out of my bedroom into the kitchen.
Opening the cupboards I searched for some bread, smiling to myself when I found half a loaf without having to hunt for it. Though it may be my current kitchen, I have no idea where anything is.
"What's all the noise about?" asked a quiet voice from the doorway of the spare room.
"Oh, so you're up," I stated, putting some toast in the grill.
"Yes, I am," she replied. I could hear her moving across the main room, towards the kitchen. "You couldn't make me some could you?"
"Sure," I muttered, putting another two slices in the grill.
"Thanks," She said, sitting down at the table.
"You can butter it though."
"Yer, sure, whatever."
I turned to face her, leaning against the side.
She had on my top, which hung loosely around her upper body, as well as the shorts I lent her as well. The shorts went down to her knees, and she had tied a knot in them in order to keep them up. She had her head leaning against her hands, and her eyes closed, her wavy hair hanging around her face like curtains.
"So, what's bothering you?" I asked her, drawing a seat opposite her.
She opened her eyes, and looked at me, moving her hands from her forehead to under her chin. Her eyes studied me for a moment, before she sighed.
"Is it that obvious?" She asked me.
"Well, it is more to me then anyone else," I answered, earning a frown from her. "What I mean is, it is obvious to me, as I found you out cold, with no visible wounds. So what more could it be, other then some sort of personal problem?"
She sighed again, and lowered her eyes, focusing on the dents in the wood of the table.
We sat in silence again, her staring at the table, me staring at her.
"I think the toast is ready," She stated.
I got up from the table, and walked over to the oven. I pulled out the slices of toast to see them nice and crisped... not burnt charcoal like normal.
"Wow, your good at this," I told her, smiling. She just shrugged. "I think we can safely say it will be your job to cook."
"My job?" She asked me.
"Well yea, it's not like I can cook is it."
"Who says I am staying long enough to cook?"
I turned round to face her, but she was still how she was before.
Putting the pieces of toast on a plate, I went over to her, placing one in front of her, and one where I was sitting.
"So, what's your business here?" She asked me as we ate.