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Chapter 3: If we visit enough, will you hang with us more?
"Masamune! Hey, Masamune!"
Masamune lifted his tired head at the call, 'now what?'
He was sitting in the cafeteria, where most students were for their hour lunch break; which had just started. Sasuke nearly jumped onto the table Masamune sat at, making him bolt up straight.
"You tryin' to kill me?" he demanded of his friend.
"Maybe. But that's not the point. The point is -"
"You guys are tryin' to kill me," Masamune interrupted, stretching. He nervously glanced over his shoulder at the students around him as Sasuke narrowed his eyes.
"Are you going to let me finish?"
"No, I'm not, you see? I think I'll just," two strong hands clamped onto Masamune's shoulders. A wicked grin crossed Sasuke's lips. Masamune didn't need to look to know that the man behind him was Nobunaga.
"Leave!" he wrenched out of Nobunaga's grasp and slipped under the table, over the bench Sasuke was on and bolted off toward the door. Some students looked around in alarm as Sasuke yelled, "after him!"
Masamune dodged Motochika when the larger teen tried to grab him from his blind side.
'They're trying to kill me. Yukimura is dead when I find him...'
He rounded the bend to get to his locker. Hastily he opened it and yanked out his bag.
"Hullo precious," he muttered. He glanced around to make sure no one was on his tail and then he bolted down the hall, toward the school entrance. He skidded to a halt as he came to the top of the school stairs, which led down to the street. His blue eye narrowed; he slung his bag over his shoulder. The other students filing around paid little attention to what was going on, but several girls looked up from where they sat on the stairs and sighed longingly. Masamune scowled and began to descend the stairs.
"I thought I told you guys -"
"Oh come on, Masamune! It's been three weeks already. Besides, I know that you'd like to see her in person again," Yukimura called to him, crossing his arms. He, Mitsuhide and Motonari had created a very small, three-person roadblock. Masamune rolled his eyes. Though a small roadblock, the three of them were professionals at holding him back.
"Fine, fine. I admit defeat," Motochika came up behind him and threw an arm around his shoulders. Masamune glared at him then asked, "so what the hell is this about?"
Yukimura nodded down the road, "we found out that there's a soccer field close to here that's also close to Konoha High. It's about half-way between both of our schools – and within walking distance. Maybe five to ten minutes."
Masamune stared at him. Sure, he wanted to see Tenten. Yes, he was attracted to her.
But she had a boyfriend!
"Hishashii and Kojyuro are already over there. She informed me that they eat there often; it's a nice place. Grassy hills," Mitsuhide offered. Masamune knew who was hanging around to make sure he didn't try to make a break for it; he could feel all their eyes on him.
"If I say no, you guys will drag me over there anyway," he looked around him, spotting Ranmaru, Itsuki, Nobunaga and Nou. He heaved a sigh, "I don't really have a frikkin' choice now do I? Fine, let's go."
"WOO!!" Motochika exclaimed, removing his arm from around Masamune's shoulders and throwing it around Miu instead. Mio clung to Motonari, staring at Motochika with some fear.
"Moto, please stop being so horrifying when my girlfriend is around."
"Nari, shut up."
They would have gotten into a shouting match if Masamune hadn't stormed right in between them. He grabbed Yukimura's shoulder and heard his friend say, "ohhhhh shiiiiiit...."
"Oh shit is right. What the hell, Yukimura? What are you planning, huh?"
Yukimura looked at him, brown eyes mischievous, "I'm not the one planning anything. Hishashii's the one doing all that. You know it."
Masamune sighed and released him, 'he's right. Hishashii is the one that would be planning something, not him.'
He sighed again, "man, what are you guys waiting for anyway? You act like I'm your boss..."
Yukimura shrugged as the group turned the corner, drawing closer to the soccer field, "I really don't get it myself, but you know, I think it's because we're all the same age and yet you've got this whole mature thing going on. Seriously, Masamune!" the younger exclaimed when Masamune shook his head, "you live in your own apartment, pay all your bills, work late hours sometimes, manage to deal with us when we decide to come over and bug the shit out of you... talk about being mature at eighteen."
"And psychologists say men mature at twenty-five," Mio piped in, she and her sister walking beside each other since Motochika and Motonari had engaged in verbal combat. Masamune's cheeks went hot.
"Masamune's a special case," Nobunaga drawled, coming up on Yukimura's right with Nou Hime tucked under one arm, "tomorrow he'll have the world under his feet, people aspiring to reach him, not some god."
"Sh-shut up," Masamune snapped, cheeks and ears red. He stomped ahead of the group, though Yukimura trotted along next to him, smiling broadly.
"The joys of flattery."
"SHUT UP!"
--
Tenten fussed with a ribbon in her hair, watching Sakura and Hinata playfully kick around a volleyball. She scowled and called, "volleyballs are meant to be hit with hands, not feet!"
Sakura giggled and called back, "of course, oh wise and mighty sport star!"
Tenten made a frustrated sound as Naruto came up behind Sakura and snagged her in his arms. She screeched in delight as he spun her around, lifting her off her feet. When he came to a stop he hugged her close to prevent her from falling over. Hinata placed her hands against Sakura's shoulders to keep her friend from collapsing under Naruto's weight, a blush flitting over her cheeks.
'It does you no good to be so close to your crush, Hinata. Especially since he's with one of your best friends,' Tenten wished she had the courage to warn Hinata of this, but the Hyuuga was too cute and innocent for Tenten to force the words out of her mouth. In a few weeks she would regret it.
Tenten let her brown eyes stray to the group of boys playing a game of soccer on the field. She longed to join them, but felt strongly out of place because if she did join them, it would mean that she was the only girl.
'If I wanna' play soccer I have to stop being so shy myself. This just isn't like me,' Tenten frowned. When she was younger she had always been more than willing to play soccer with the boys. Tenten fiddled with her skirt. She was wearing a pair of shorts underneath, so if she wanted to play it would be no problem...
"Hey! Hey you with the big legs!"
Tenten blinked, face flushed, and pointed at herself, "me?"
"Yeah you! Wanna' play?" the boy asking had cropped brown hair. Three other boys gathered around him, sizing Tenten up. She looked around, then stood, smiling.
"Yeah I'll play."
"Sweet!"
"Aw, hell no! I want that girl on my team!"
"Shut up! My team's the one that lost a player not yours," the cropped boy retorted to the complainer. Tenten walked up to him and he turned his attention to her.
"Hey, name's Shaun. Nice to meet you," he greeted, offering her his hand. She took it.
"I'm Tenten."
He grinned, then dropped the ball and called, "a'ight, we're having the kick off!" he nodded to Tenten, his black eyes saying "show me what you can do". Tenten happily complied.
She bent her knees a ways from the ball, judging the distance to the nearest player on her team. The other team had red bands tied around their biceps on both sides, where as hers had none. She straightened, dashed at the ball and slammed it with the top of her foot, straight toward a tall player. His eyes were wide as he saw it coming, but he headed it toward another player. Tenten sprinted forward, joining the fray.
A boy from the other team seemed unsure of how to block her, and by his size Tenten saw why.
'He doesn't want to hurt me,' she thought grimly, a bit disappointed. She was going to take advantage of the other teams careful handling of her though. She would teach them not to take a girl like her lightly.
--
Masamune could only stare at the field when his troupe got there. Tenten was playing soccer with a bunch of guys, easily keeping up. There was so much power in her legs and Masamune continued to stare as she smashed the ball into the goal hard enough to break the netting. A boy with brown-cropped hair threw his arm around her shoulders and shouted something along the lines of "that's mah girl" and "I think I'm in love". Masamune narrowed his eye at the statement, watching as Tenten laughed and pushed him lightly away.
'No need to get so touchy feely...'
There was a prodding at Masamune's leg and he looked down at Yukimura. There was a knowing look in those curious brown eyes.
"What'cha starin' at?"
"... bastard," was all Masamune could muster before plopping down on the ground next to his friend. Mitsuhide knelt on his right, looking longingly at Nou Hime. Masamune elbowed him; the long haired man turned his head.
"See, I told you you should have nabbed her when you had the chance. Now you're stuck observing."
Mitsuhide scowled, "oh be quiet. I know what I'm doing."
Masamune heaved a sigh and turned his attention back to the soccer game. Tenten's team was obviously happy she was playing for them; currently she was being attacked by them all in their happiness. A part of Masamune tensed and he scanned the other side of the slope – the soccer field was surrounded by a man-produced hill, but it was real grass – for Neji. The long haired brunette was no where in sight. He scowled.
"What'cha staaaaaarin' at hmm?" Yukimura asked again, leaning toward Masamune. Masamune bit his lip as he lifted an arm and shoved the other teen over. Yukimura "eek"ed as he collapsed onto his side.
"Like you actually care, you little punk," Masamune informed him, watching as Tenten tried to maneuver around a large boy. He was staying with her quite well, despite his fat. Tenten was not to be deterred by him though, and she kicked the ball through his legs before spinning around him and launching the ball into the air. The tallest teammate on her side tracked the ball, his eyes on the sky. He headed it into the goal, the goalie's fingertips skimming the ball.
"So crazy..." Masamune muttered, staring at Tenten again. She looked proud of herself. Yukimura sighed and stretched as he stood up.
"I should go help the other team. They have no idea how to block that crazy woman."
"Oi, Sanada what the hell?"
"Besides," Yukimura called over his shoulder as he jogged down the hill, "red's my color."
"The little scoundrel up to no good, baby?" a voice purred in Masamune's ear. He jumped a little before looking to his left at Hishashii.
"Yes the scoundrel is up to no good. And stop calling me baby."
"You gonna' make, sugar-lump?"
"... sugar-lump? Sugar-lump?! KOJYURO!" Masamune demanded, glaring over his shoulder. Kojyuro pushed up onto his elbows, blinking his eyes sleepily.
"Hai?"
"What the hell is with you and letting Hishashii give me weird nicknames?!"
"... you don't like them?" Kojyuro questioned, quirking an eyebrow at Masamune from where he reclined. Masamune scrunched up his nose in distaste only to have Hishashii tug on it. He batted her hand away and she laughed.
"Ugh! Seriously, Kojyuro! She's calling me sugar-lump now! That's just... ugh Hishashii stop iiiiiiiit!!"
Hishashii was relentless in her attack on Masamune. Her skilled fingers tapped away at his collarbone – where he was especially ticklish – and he collapsed backwards while trying to keep her away, laughter pouring out of his mouth.
"H-H-H-H-H-H-Hishash-sh-shii s-s-stop please! S-s-s-stop it!"
She cackled evilly and planted her hands against his shoulders. He wrapped his large hands around her wrists, gasping for air.
"Mwah hah! Poor baby! Here let me kiss you better."
"K-Kojyuro!" he yelped as Hishashii leaned in. Kojyuro was there quickly and yanked his girlfriend off of Masamune.
"H'okay, I think you've had enough fun for one day."
"Aw, Kou-jy!" Hishashii complained as he slung her over his shoulder, "no fair!"
"Yes, well, he doesn't need you to slobber on his face."
She gasped and whacked him on the back of his head, "slobber?! I do not slobber, thank you very much."
"In moments of great passion you d – ow."
She had smacked him again. Masamune had managed to regain himself and he sat back up, fixing his shirt.
'Crazy woman. Just how do you deal with her? Sheesh... you could've gotten yourself a more docile girl, Kojyuro,' Masamune inwardly complained, his eye straying back to the game on the field. Yukimura had taken over for the large kid, and his appearance had obviously startled Tenten. Masamune watched as she jumped away from Yukimura in surprise.
--
"Yo, Tenten! What's up?"
The long-haired brunette was much too cheerful to see her. Tenten jerked back in surprise.
"Yu-- Yukimura?!" she exclaimed, placing her foot on the ball. He eyed it then grinned at her.
"Long time no see."
"Well yeah but... what are you doing here?"
"Playing soccer, what does it look like?" he explained as he kicked the ball out from under her foot. She managed to regain control of it and sent it off to another teammate while Yukimura loomed over her from behind.
"I'm not gonna' go easy on you, unlike these softies," he warned in her ear. Tenten hoped that the shiver that just coursed through her body was in anticipation of the challenge, not because he was breathing on her neck. She turned around to jab him in the chest accusingly.
"Or maybe you just wanted to see Sakura again?"
His lips quirked up in a smirk and he backed off, "got my eyes on you, Tenten."
"Then you better keep 'em wide. I will get past you."
"Only if you can knock me down," he threatened. She accepted the challenge with her eyes.
Yukimura, despite his height, was fast and sure-footed with the ball. Tenten did her best to stay with him, as he was determined to shake her off. Her reflexes caught him off guard but he passed the ball to a teammate seconds before she would have stolen it from him.
"Damn, you are skilled," he commented before dodging around her and going straight to the net. Tenten cursed lightly and charged after him. It was like a competition was happening between them. When he had the ball she kept up with his speed as best she could. When she had the ball he read her movements as if his life depended on it. She had skill; he had speed.
'And he's fast for a tall kid too! Damn it...' she backpedaled and passed the ball off to the side, glaring at Yukimura. He stuck his tongue out at her and dashed after the teammate she'd passed the ball to. Tenten wasn't far behind him. There was no way she could keep him from barreling into the smaller boy unless she held him back physically. She remembered his earlier challenge: "only if you can knock me down".
She stuck her foot out to trip him, smirking at his surprised expression.
'I win if I knock you down, right?'
What she didn't expect was for him to grab her shoulder and nearly bring her down with him. Angered to see him straighten himself out, she grabbed his shoulders. He chuckled and they soon got into friendly a scuffle. He easily held her back, chuckling the entire time.
"You sure are funny, Tenten," he mused, giving her a very flirtatious look. She blushed, furious at herself for getting so flustered. If Neji was here, he would be dead by now.
Tenten's lunch period was drawing to an end, and she suspected that the same was for all the other students. Small groups of students were beginning to leave. Tenten was too busy watching them that she wasn't paying attention to what was happening on the field. First she heard a yell and seconds later found herself slammed against the ground, Yukimura on top of her.
"Gee, that was close."
"... huh?" she asked in a daze when he commented, "damn, my hand really hurts... shit..."
"What? Your hand? Where?"
"Behind your head."
"Well, get off me so I can look at it," Tenten demanded worriedly, lifting her head a bit. Yukimura tapped his forehead against her collarbone.
"I would so totally get off of you but um... I don't think your skirt would agree with me."
Tenten looked at him only to find his face centimeters from his. He had a sheepish expression on.
"I would also move my arm, but then your leg wouldn't quite like that."
"... oh," Tenten turned beet red. In the tumble her skirt must have caught on something and ridden up. Yukimura then turned his head to the side.
"OI! SAKURA! Could you come here for a minute?"
Sakura came rushing over, "what is it? Do you need help getting up."
"No um... move in front of my arm will you? Tenten's skirt doesn't wish to cooperate with me."
"OH."
Tenten's face got redder as Sakura did some tugging. Yukimura carefully pulled his hand out from behind her head and pushed off the ground.
"Phew! It's not as bad as I thought," he muttered, inspecting his hand. Tenten jumped to her feet and grabbed his forearm so she could look at his hand. The back was terribly bruised. Eyes wide, she looked down at the ground where her head had been.
'That rock... could have put me out for a while...'
"Thanks..."
"No problem. Hi, Naruto," he then said, not without hostility. The grin on his face was very fake. Tenten looked at Naruto, who had wrapped an arm around Sakura's waist and pulled her tightly against his body.
"Hi, Yukimura," he said in the same tone as the taller boy. They stared at each other and grinned like maniacs until someone from across the field yelled to Yukimura.
"Sanada! Time to go!"
Tenten's heart jumped several times in her chest. She looked across the field to see Masamune turned toward them, preparing to depart with his classmates. His eye flicked to look at her. She gave him a wave. He smirked, and returned the gesture.
'He's... so handsome – ER NEJI! Yes, Neji. Neji is handsome,' she absently twiddled her thumbs and looked at Yukimura again.
"Be careful with that hand, alright?"
"Yeah sure. See you ladies around," he waved and trotted off. When he got to Masamune he told him something. Rage seeped into Masamune's face, along with bright waves of red. Yukimura ran away screaming something about his mother. Masamune wasn't far behind him.
"SANADAAAA!"
Sakura pulled on Tenten's arm, "come on, Tenten, let's go."
"Ah, hai, hai," she tore her eyes away from the two boys.
'Masamune sure is fast. He caught up to Yukimura so easily,' she shuddered, 'there's no way anyone can get away from him.'
--
Masamune decided that there was something wrong with his friends. He was the only one on his way to the soccer field, and it was a damned Friday. He snorted, 'since I'm the only one with no classes at the end of the day, I get to go home early. Che.'
He sighed, kicking a rock that just happened to be in his path. He got lonely sometimes, with everyone having their classes and him going to his large apartment to be alone. Like he was everyday.
'Of course, if I hadn't run off on my own it wouldn't be like this... but I don't think I'd trade what I have now for what I had. What I have now is better than the shit I had before.'
His foot nicked another rock and he watched it as the stone tumbled into a drain trench. He continued on his quest. Maybe he should have stayed in the computer room after all.
'But nooo, I let Yukimura convince me to come down here... gees... I can be so gullible sometimes...'
As he arrived at the soccer pitch he saw someone take a nasty fall. Quickly the person was surrounded by others. Whoever it was had ribbon in their hair.
'Ribbon...! Tenten!'
He dashed over, "oi, what happened?"
One of the boys looked up at him, pale faced, "I didn't mean to! I tripped her and now her ankle's sprained!"
Masamune blew a breath out of his mouth, "I'll take her to her school."
"Eh?!"
"I know her."
"M-Masamune?" Tenten's strained voice was heard then. He looked down at her and wanted to kick the guy that tripped her. She was clearly in a lot of pain, tears gathering in her eyes but not spilling over.
"Come on, Ten," he said gently, kneeling down. She reached toward him and latched onto his shoulder. He nearly smirked; he had no intention of letting her walk.
Quickly he scooped her up in his arms.
"H-Hey!" she exclaimed when he stood. He grinned at her.
"What, you thought I was gonna' let you walk?"
Her face turned red, "I – I can walk!"
"Forget it. I'm carrying you whether you like it or not."
"Ugh!"
His eye scoured the hill he was facing. He didn't see anyone else from her school. A group of boys rushed past him, searching for something. Masamune looked down at her blushing face.
"Hey, where's Sakura?"
"Sakura? Oh... they went back to the school already. I wanted to finish the game first..." she admitted, looking away. Masamune wasn't very amused. The group that had run by him came running back.
"Here's your bag, Tenten."
"Thanks Shaun," she muttered, gathering her bag up in her arms.
"Off we go!" Masamune announced, walking in the direction of Tenten's school. Most of their journey was in silence. Tenten was clinging to her bag stubbornly, Masamune noticed.
'Heh, she thinks I'm going to take it from her.'
Up ahead was a worried looking brunette. Masamune recognized Neji after a moment.
"Neji!" he called. Tenten's face reddened.
Neji looked up, relief fluttering over his face, "oh, Tenten! And Masamune. Thanks," he smiled. Masamune smiled back.
"Couldn't exactly let her come back to school on her own, now could I?"
Neji laughed, "come on, I'll take you to the nurses' office. Then I've gotta' run to class. She's in the same class as me next, so I'll give you directions."
"Oh? Nice."
Masamune glanced down at Tenten; she looked embarrassed and worried now. His brow furrowed.
'Worried about what? There isn't anything she needs to worry about. Is there?'
Glancing at her foot told him he should follow after Neji more quickly. He was at a reception desk, getting something.
"Here, Masamune. Because you aren't in our school."
"A visitor pass? Che," Masamune quirked an eyebrow at Neji, "um, I can't exactly grab it."
"Oh! Right. Here," Neji put it around Masamune's neck, then beckoned, "this way to the nurse."
"Hurry, Neji-kun! Or you'll be late for class," the lady behind the desk said. Her roving eyes didn't escape Masamune's notice. He ignored it and walked into the nurses' office after Neji.
"Oh my! What happened?" the nurse demanded as Masamune lay Tenten down on the closest cot.
"I was playing soccer and twisted my ankle," Tenten informed her flatly. Neji snatched her bag from her.
"Ah, Neji -!"
"I'm gonna' go up to class, Tenten. I'll take your bag with me okay?"
"All right..."
Masamune watched Neji go suspiciously, then he leaned against the wall behind him, watching as the nurse treated Tenten's ankle then wrapped it up. The bell rang and Tenten groaned.
"It's okay, I'll write you a note," to Masamune she said, "you'll take her upstairs right? I don't want her putting weight on this ankle."
"'Course I'm taking her up."
"Good. Her classroom is on the second floor. I'm assuming you'll tell him which classroom to go to?" the nurse asked Tenten, giving her a look. Tenten nodded glumly.
'Gee, what's she so depressed about?' the nurse was busily scribbling on a piece of paper. She gave it to Tenten.
"All set. You can take her up now."
"Hai," Masamune lifted her up from the bed. He headed to the stairs, glancing down at Tenten several times. Suddenly she looked up at him.
"What about your classes?!"
"Me? Classes? What are you blabbering about!" he grinned down at her, "I don't have any this afternoon. So you've got nothing to worry about, you see?"
She was convinced, but when he was about to go up the last flight of stairs to the second level she started struggling.
"Put me down. I can walk."
"Hell no."
"Hell yes. Put me down, Masamune."
A vein in his head most likely popped, 'fine, you gonna' be stubborn, I'll be stubborn. I'll scare you into letting me carry you.'
He turned on the stair he was on, sideways, so that a wall was in front of him. He set her down but grabbed her injured leg and held it up; he leaned toward her threateningly. She pushed her hands against his shoulders.
"Sure, fine, I'll set you down, but I'm not letting you put any weight on this leg. You can walk right? Go on."
Her cheeks were red. In a huff she turned her head to the side, "I can't exactly walk if you're holding onto my leg!"
"And you can't put any weight on it," he hissed back. He shuffled forward almost pressing against her.
"Don't be so freaking stubborn and just let me carry you, damn it," he growled. She was staring up at him now. She didn't look scared, but her expression made his breath quicken. He could kiss her. He would if he wasn't careful. Maybe he should.
'Yeah, maybe I should kiss her and totally destroy any chances I would have otherwise. That would be the stupidest thing I could do but... these lips...' he dragged his thumb over them, feeling her breath hitch, 'so tempting.'
"All right, all right. I'll stop being so stubborn. Carry me."
Glad for the distraction, Masamune easily picked her back up and resumed his walk up the stairs. He heard a loud yell after three steps down the hall and looked down at Tenten.
"Hear that? That's Naruto. Just follow his voice."
"You got it," Masamune obliged, following the voice at a mild pace. He stopped in front of the door where Naruto's voice was loudest; he could also see the blonde through the window. He was soon bombarded by paper balls coming from the front of the classroom. Laughter broke out.
"Yeah, this is the room. Here, let me knock."
"Nah, I'll use my foot."
"Your foot!?"
"Yep," he kicked the door three times. He didn't kick it very hard, but his kicks were loud enough to make the class settle down. A voice from inside called, "come in."
Masamune looked at Tenten, "er..." then he hefted her up in one arm. She wrapped her arms around his neck and head, her stomach almost touching his neck. Her face was bright red. Masamune slid open the door and watched several mouths drop open. The teacher paled.
"Special delivery," Masamune announced before saying to Tenten, "duck."
She was scowling now, face redder with embarrassment. He walked into the classroom and looked around for Neji. Neji was trying not to laugh as he waved Masamune over.
"Ah," Masamune tossed Tenten lightly into the air and caught her in his arms again. She nearly kicked him in the head and he gave her a sheepish look. Through the murmuring of the students he heard her say, "show off."
Down the aisle he went to deposit Tenten into her chair. Then he took the slip of paper from her – she didn't struggle with him, thankfully – and gave it to the teacher.
"Yeah, so I'll be going now. Bye," he waved to the class with a wink at Tenten, which she blatantly ignored. He chuckled as half the girls said bye and the more shy ones waved back. Then he exited the classroom.
'She so hates me right now,' he thought to himself, grinning.
--
Tenten refused to look at her classmates. The room was dead silent save for their quick breaths. Kakashi, their teacher, suddenly sighed and walked over to his desk.
"I realize that I won't have half of your attention for the next five minutes. I permit you to gossip about the attractive young man that has just left the classroom for five minutes," he flipped open his perverted, Icha Icha book and waved a hand at the class, "begin chatting."
Immediately more than half the girls exploded out of the classroom to go outside into the open hallway. Tenten tightened her hands into fists. Neji noticed and chuckled.
"Embarrassed Tenten? You should be thankful Masamune was there. You could have made your ankle worse by walking on it, you know?"
"I know, Neji, I know but... look, it's not the fact that he carried me that's bugging me. It's that," she gestured outside to all the girls, who were squealing about something. Sakura had gone with them and now she was ahead of the pack as they came back inside. She got to Tenten first and hurriedly explained the girls' squealing.
"He noticed the girls, looked up and did a little salute type wave with two fingers and grinned before heading on his way," the pinkette was almost trampled by the other girls.
"Tenten! Who is he? Can you hook us up?"
"Hey, I was going to ask that!!"
"Too bad I asked first!"
"Whatever with you two! He's hot. How'd you guys meet?"
"What school is he from?"
"Do you know where he lives?"
"Do know his number?! How about his email? OH MY GAWD! What's his name!?"
Tenten had no idea what to say or which question to answer first.
'W-why the heck do they care so much?!'
Neji was, thankfully, getting very frustrated. He stood abruptly, "look, leave my girlfriend alone! He's probably too old for half of you anyway."
He had put the extra emphasis on "girlfriend" for a reason. Some girls started complaining while most scowled at Neji. Kiba then walked up and pouted at them.
"Oh come on, girls. Are you saying that some of us aren't hot?"
"Compared to that guy? Um, yeah, some of you aren't. Neji's an exception, but he's taken," one girl replied to Kiba's question. This made his pout deepen. Kakashi couldn't have picked a better time to start the class discussion again.
"All right, time's up! Get back in your seats and stop asking Tenten such ridiculous questions. Pay attention now, because next week we'll be going on a field trip down to the history museum..."
Tenten didn't hear much about what Kakashi was saying. Her thoughts had instead turned to what had occurred in the stairwell.
Masamune's breath on her face, body pressed close, hand cupping her thigh... his threatening pose and that look in his eye. And when he'd dragged his thumb over her lips she thought and half-hoped that maybe, just maybe, he would kiss her. But of course she spoke out, like the devoted girlfriend she was, and distracted him. He had appeared relieved at the distraction.
'But now that that's happened... just what does it mean?' she wondered worriedly, staring out the window until Kakashi called on her to answer question ten. She quickly pulled out her notes and gave her answer.
Oh noes, Tenten! Just what are you thinking? ;3