Can't go
Can't go with her
Can't go
Can't go with her
Can't go
Can't go with her
The gypsy woman
Neji was awestruck at Tenten. Though she didn't look like much, she knew more than she let on. She could somehow see right through his disguise, and also wasn't afraid of speaking her mind. Tenten could see that he was only a normal young man.
When his eyes locked with hers, they simply stayed that way. It made no sense how or why he couldn't take his eyes off of her, he just couldn't. A blush found its way to Tenten's face, yet she didn't look away like he noticed she usually would have. Neji still didn't look away, as his eyes still locked with Tenten's.
She can rob you blind with just one look
From those eyes
It was Tenten who looked away first, her blush becoming deeper. She toyed with the small beads on the edges of her blanket shyly. It was strange. Tenten had never known herself to be shy; especially not around any boy. It never made any sense to her to get caught up in emotions over a boy. Tenten ran a hand through the little bit of hair that framed her forehead.
She looked up at the sky and sighed heavily. By the way the shadows fell it was a little bit after noon. Tenten hadn't eaten that day, and her stomach was beginning to get angry at her. Usually by that time she had at least stolen an apple or a small vine of grapes from a vender somewhere, but not today. And her stomach was angry at her for not doing so.
Tenten groaned as she looked around, hoping to find a vender to trick. Neji, obviously hearing her stomach, grabbed her wrist. Tenten was not expecting this, and in an instant had one of her many hidden blades to Neji's hand, ready to chop it off. He looked surprised but hardly even fazed at what was happening.
After remembering where she was and who she was with, Tenten let the knife slide back into its place and looked at Neji with curious eyes.
"What are you doing?" she asked in an icy tone.
Neji rolled his eyes.
"What does it look like? I'm taking you inside the café." He replied nonchalantly.
Tenten raised her brow. That was unexpected.
"But what about my corner? This is a good spot and any gypsy with a brain will throw my stuff into the water and claim it for themselves once they see it's empty." Tenten replied stubbornly.
Neji sighed.
"You are a stubborn little gypsy aren't you?" he asked, something like amuse dragging in his voice.
Tenten rolled her eyes, sitting right back down on her blanket.
"I'll stay right here thank you." She said, in a more stubborn tone.
Neji shrugged and left. After a few moments, he returned with a small vine of grapes and a little bit of cheese. Tenten's eyes widened.
"Where did you get these?" she asked quietly.
Neji shrugged once more, in an uncaring manner.
"I bought them from that vender." He replied, pointing over into the crowd.
Tenten could not see the vender, and was a bit skeptical about the food. She sniffed the grapes and dusted the cheese lightly before biting into said foods. Once she finished her snack, Tenten's stomach stopped yelling at her and she grinned triumphantly.
"So…" she began, not really knowing what to say.
"So what?" Neji asked, popping a grape into his mouth.
Tenten shook her head. She was never really all that good at starting conversations anyways. She looked up at the sky once more and a feeling of peace flooded through her. It was on a day like this, when the clouds were painted across the sky carefully did she first become a gypsy for Underground.
In her opinion, it was the best day of her life. Some mystery gypsy had known about Underground and left her in the opening room where the leader sat. The woman had taken pity on Tenten and had her raised with the other gypsy children. In all honesty, Tenten loved her life.
She knew she would never have it any other way over the way she had. But something inside gnawed in the pit of her stomach. What would Tenten be like if she wasn't a gypsy? Would she be a rich girl, a duchess or princess from a distant land? Would she have been poor, or a baker's daughter?
The questions in her mind were ones she often found herself thinking about on warm Venetian afternoons.
Was it her face that invaded your mind?....
Neji chewed the grape slowly and swallowed. He looked over at Tenten. She seemed happy and peaceful. Her face was warmed by Venetian afternoon sun and gave her a certain kind of beauty he could not describe.
Neji shook his head.
He had come here for answers about Hanabi's ring. That was all he wanted. So why was he still here, getting captivated by this plain looking gypsy girl?
It was a question he could not answer.
She can swallow knives
She can swallow knives
Gold and black stare on the night of your demise
Tenten sighed and looked at Neji and found him gazing at her. She didn't let her eyes widen, but instead lowered her eyelids, giving the impression of her blinking slowly. When she opened her eyes fully slowly and tilted her head.
"Anything else, Sonosuke?" she asked in a light voice.
Neji chuckled and Tenten could not repress a smile. They laughed at each other, grinning over nothing in particular.
"No. But thank you Tenten. You know, for the information on Hanabi's ring." Neji replied.
Tenten nodded.
"I think it best if you say her name in a hushed tone, Sonosuke. You never know who could be lurking in the shadows, waiting for their chance to pounce on their innocent and unprepared prey." She replied in a grim voice.
Tenten used this voice for she knew that in this game, she was a predator. And how ever much she suddenly didn't want things to be, they were like so, and Neji was her prey. Tenten knew she had to lead him into a false sense of security, but it seemed as though he was already into trap.
Neji nodded seriously. Tenten got up and brushed off the front and back of her trousers. She tightened the wrap around her head and began packing up her corner. Neji got off the blanket hesitantly when she grabbed at the blanket from beneath him. Tenten packed up the weapons, incense, and jewelry and put them all in their pouches carefully. She wrapped them up in the blanket and tied a little knot at the ends of it.
Once her supplies were packed Tenten began walking on her way. It was then did she notice that Neji was following her.
Can't go
Can't go with her
Can't go
Can't go with her
Can't go
Can't go with her
The gypsy woman
"You're following me?" she asked curiously, with a smile.
Neji couldn't hide the speck of embarrassment that lingered in his eyes.
"Why not? Is it against gypsy law for me to follow you?" he asked.
Tenten giggled and the sound was a beautiful one.
"Why yes, yes it is. If you follow me, the leader of my caravan just might slit your throat." Tenten said as if it were a joke.
Neji raised his brow. Was something like death really so unimportant to her?
Tenten's eyes turned serious as she looked Neji a different time.
"If you follow a gypsy, you have no idea what kind of danger you're putting yourself in. Heh, you might as well just put the knife to your throat and be done with it already."
She can swallow knives
She can swallow knives
Gold and black stare on the night of your demise
Try to run away with the gypsy woman
Here today then gone for good
Can't run away with the gypsy woman
Thought no one would know
Your secrets down below
How easy would it be, she wondered, to just slit his neck right then and there? Neji was in disguise, and no one would recognize him until the authorities came and took off the wig. She could kill him right then and there. Tenten's job would be over and done, and she could get back to her life.
But something that tore at her in the pit of her stomach that told her not to kill him. Something inside of Tenten told her that things weren't supposed to end now or there. It seemed far too soon in her opinion. But what would the boss say when Tenten told her she didn't get the job done?
Normally on assassination missions, Tenten and a two other gypsies called Temari and Sakura were the ones who got the job done fastest and cleanest. But she just…couldn't kill Neji, not there or then.
She took a sideway glance at Neji then turned her head, avoiding his gaze. Tenten gave him a fond farewell when he left her side right when they were getting close to the Underground headquarters.
'I'll do it later.' She told herself. 'I'll kill him when the time is right.'
Tenten sighed happily as she felt the afternoon sun warm her face. But a seed of doubt had planted itself in her mind.
When would the time be right?