A/N: So glad I managed to get this chapter out (^_^) Exams were going on and all that annoying stuff, but here comes chapter three! -Mufin
Warning: Still the same, still crackish. rating stays at T.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. If I did Tenten would have the surname Akiyama (or any surname for that matter).
Custody ~MufinXoxo
Chapter 3: Sharing an apartment with someone you don't want to is a pain
In a large hall full of furniture many people were busy milling about. Within the midst of all the happy weekend shoppers stood Tenten, wondering how exactly she had landed in this predicament. She'd never done anything to deserve this, had she? Sasuke was busy sceptically eyeing the objects around him. Tenten snorted upon seeing his facial expression. He was trying to remain impassive, but she could clearly see his disdain leaking through.
"Don't like what you see, Uchiha?"
Sasuke gestured to a metal bed frame, "Even the ones in prison were of better quality."
"Did you stay in the deluxe cell?" Tenten responded, confidently striding up the row until she stopped in front of another frame, "Because I did not get enough money to buy you something royalty would sleep in. Plus if I spend less on this, I have more money for myself later."
"Money you are meant to be spending on me, I might add." Sasuke came up behind her.
"I'll need it for the counselling once the year is up." Tenten only retorted, "Now, which frame do you want? Zikea isn't that bad quality, it comes from Zweden. I quite like it."
Sasuke's glare obviously stated that he did not care much for her opinion. He walked up to a metal frame two beds down and stopped, "I want this one."
Tenten followed him, just as an ever so helpful shopping assistant decided to rush over. He had short brown hair and dark eyes. He was rather plain looking apart from his bright uniform with a shiny label, proclaiming him as Yamato.
"Hello sir, are you thinking about buying this bed?" he glanced at Tenten, "I think it will need to bigger to accommodate both of you."
If looks could kill, the man would have dropped dead from the dirty looks Tenten and Sasuke were giving him.
Nevertheless the assistant continued, undeterred, "However I do recommend a wood variety. We have a new batch and I must say the wood is expertly crafted. I know my way with different types of woods and-"
"I am buying this bed," Sasuke cut him off, "for myself. I do not intend on sharing it. At least not with her."
"You will not be sneaking around with other woman behind my back! At least not in my apartment" Tenten vehemently said. The thought of the Uchiha in the room opposite hers with someone else made her want to throw up. She shook the mental image out of her head, disgusted with herself.
Sasuke smirked at her discomfort.
"Well, it is a queen-sized bed so I suppose you wanted to you could fit two people on it." Yamato replied, his eyes darting to and fro between the odd couple, "Sure you don't want to go for the wood variety, sir?"
"Yes." Sasuke answered icily.
Yamato nodded, "Okay." He gave them a slip of paper and turned around, off to badger another unsuspecting couple.
Not that Tenten and Sasuke would ever consider themselves a couple.
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The Jeep pulled into its place and Tenten and Sasuke got out simultaneously, glad to no longer be in such close proximity of each other. Despite them both remaining calm on the outside, the realisation that living under the same roof normally meant that you were family, a couple or even worse- married- had hit both of them after the shopping assistant's comment.
Tenten grabbed the paper bags from the back, leaving Sasuke to carry the box containing the bed frame. She opened the door and headed straight for the stairs, leaving Sasuke to stop in front of the lift questioningly.
"Akiyama-san, there is a lift here."
"It doesn't work." Tenten said, not bothering to turn around, smirking when she heard Sasuke grumble something about stairs. "We're on the fourth floor."
Tenten started the bothersome trek up the stairs. Upon reaching her floor, she turned around to find Sasuke only slightly out of breath. Huh.
"This floor has three apartments," Tenten started, thinking she might as well explain, "Mine, or ours if you will, is apartment 4c at the end of the hall. 4a belongs to Sarutobi-san, who owns this apartment block as well as a few others. He lives there with his grandchild, Konohamaru, a rather loud boy." Tenten let out a sigh before continuing, "Our even louder neighbour, Deidara-san, believes in art of some sort. He has the largest apartment, though he lives alone. He uses most of the space for his artwork, which he mostly sets on fire." Tenten grumbled the last bit under her breath whilst striding down the corridor towards the door at its end.
Fumbling with her keys she somehow managed to fish them out of her bag, inserting them into the lock. She glanced at the milk bottles still rolling on the floor, thinking that she would get them later. She pushed the door open and went inside.
Sasuke went in behind her, setting down the box. He took the milk bottles as well before closing the door, "Where should I put these?"
Tenten looked up from the bags she had been sorting through on the small dining table, surprised the Uchiha was doing something useful. "Just in the fridge."
Sasuke wrinkled his nose more the closer he got to the kitchen. "Akiyama-san, something smells really bad here."
Tenten was about to retort with something rude as the smell also hit her nose. She rushed to the open kitchen, quickly finding the source of the stench to be the toaster, her bread from earlier burned to a crisp. She groaned as her stomach rumbled, reminding her that she had not eaten since the evening before. It was already five o'clock in the afternoon, considering that they had taken ages shopping.
Sasuke closed the fridge doors, raising his eyebrows at the sound. He smirked.
"How about we eat something before we get your room ready?" Tenten suggested, ignoring his expression.
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At Zikea Tenten had managed to grab some of that ready made food, so preparing dinner wasn't a big problem. Her fridge was almost devoid of anything edible as she hadn't gone shopping for almost a week, but she chose to ignore that fact. She would find something worth saving in there tomorrow.
Sasuke didn't say anything during dinner, making the whole situation rather awkward. They ate in silence, each focusing on their own plate and ignoring the other. It seemed as if the silence was something fragile hovering between them and may break at the slightest noise. Tenten was scared to even make a sound with her cutlery.
After dumping their plates in the sink, Tenten decided to give Sasuke a short tour of her little apartment, "So the kitchen is obviously open and connected with the living and dining room. This is my room, which you may not enter," she shot Sasuke a suspicious glance, " at all. That is the bathroom we have to share and that is your room. We may have to tidy it up first though."
As Tenten entered the room she remembered that 'tidying it up' was an understatement. The shelves were cluttered with various pieces of unfinished jewellery, but the completed jewellery was neatly stacked in box in the corner. Different types of raw metal were cluttered in the wardrobe and designs littered the floor. The desk pushed up against the window had hazardous looking equipment balanced precariously on it, threatening to fall down any minute.
Tenten let out a nervous laugh, scratching her head.
Sasuke visibly sweatdropped, "Tidy up?"
"Well it may have been an understatement..." Tenten trailed off, just as the doorbell rang, "I'll get it!" she said, eager to escape the uncomfortable feeling she had around the Uchiha. He made her feel uneasy. Nervous even.
At the door Tenten heard mumbling from the other side. She opened it only to find a young, dark skinned man with white hair and an equally dark skinned young woman with red hair arguing.
"What if we gave them a fright when the doorbell rang and they fainted? Or what if the accidentally jumped out of the window? Or what if-"
"Shut up Omoi!" The red haired woman said, punching the man with more force than necessary.
"Erm, can I help you?" Tenten asked tentatively.
"Yes," the woman turned to face her, "We are here to deliver this to Uchiha Sasuke."
"Eh, Karui, I don't think that's Uchiha Sasuke." Omoi muttered, rubbing the spot were he had been punched. "Not to mention her breasts are bigger than yours, so she can't be Uchiha Sasuke, as he is probably male."
Tenten blushed, whilst the woman called Karui sent Omoi flying with a well placed punch to his gut.
"Erm, I'll just take this then?" Tenten asked, pulling the package inside.
"Sure." Karui replied, heading towards the place were Omoi was rolling on the floor in pain.
Tenten quickly closed the door, hoping the man had enough sense to quickly run away.
A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed my Karui and Omoi scene :P. Review please? (^_^) -Mufin