The brunette stepped into the large spacious room, the air misty with incense and smelling thickly of herbs. She blinked into the fog like substance, trying to stare through it to the one person she was looking for.

"High Priestess?"

Almost as if on a whim, the mist seemed to swirl and bat itself away from her, leaving a clear path from where she stood to where a blonde woman, not looking pass the age of thirty, sat on a cushion with her lover in hand, a woman with dark brown hair that was only a shade or two shy of black. By those two, a pig slept, it's form tiny and chubby. In a small tank close to them, slugs of large variety (and size) made their way languidly about their lives.

Hazel eyes stared her down.

"What is it, kid?"

Tenten stepped fully within the room, following the cleared path. Gazing at the high priestess's lover, she kept certain to be quiet, not wishing to wake her. Shizune was not a morning person.

"High Priestess…"

The older woman rose an irritated eyebrow.

"Haven't I told you already?"

Tenten gave pause before giving a reluctant nod.

"Yes, but, High Priestess, what I've seen-"

"We don't interfere, got that?"

Now the girl was angry, her fists clenched at her sides and eyes glaring at the ground.

"We can't just do nothing-"

"That's exactly what we're going to do."

Her eyes flew up to stare horrified at the blonde.

"What?"

Her high priestess gave an affirming nod as she leaned further back into her bed of cushions, one hand still tangled in the hair of her sleeping lover who's head rested on her large bosom.

"When Beautiful needs us, Beautiful will come to us… Do you understand? Just as you feel he is your brother, so does everyone else feel like they're his family. That doesn't make a difference. As of yet, we've got nothing to do with him and we're not going to interfere with that."

She looked up at Tenten with almost understanding in her gaze, if not for how highly annoyed they appeared.

"We are not what he needs… yet."

Tenten had her head tilted to the ground, the taste of incense invading her mouth once more as the aromas overpowered her, shadowing the world around her so that she appeared alone again though she knew her high priestess laid no more than three feet from her. There was only one path clear, and that was the path to the door.

"… You're going to kill yourself one day with all of these fumes…"

She heard what could have been a snort, but already she was walking away.

'Lee… We're waiting for you… All of us… Your family is still here for you.'

She gripped her pentagram through her nightgown, her hair again in a French braid for the night.

"May my voice be heard

Taken on the wings of the bird

Whispered in the breath of the breeze

Spoken of by the ever thinning trees.

May my love and faith travel across time and space

To the one taken without a trace."

She sighed, tilting her head up to the ceiling.

"To Lee, So mote it be…"

Lee's lips were pressed against Love's, his fingers tangled in the long red overcoat the demon wore, his eyes half opened and face red . He wanted to not feel this fire every time their lips touched, but it seemed impossible! He knew it meant only as much as what he made of it to Love, and it was horrifying! Love did not lust for him… He merely wanted Love.

A gasp escaped him as one of Love's hands rubbed against one eager nub beneath his green shirt, stolen from his mouth into the lungs of the redhead as the other continued to breathe from him. Lee could feel the almost instantaneous change in the demon through his touch, the blistering heat that was suddenly the redhead's lips pressed against his own and the fire that was his touch through the raven's shirt.

Another gasp escaped him, this one of no credit to what was occurring in that moment. He felt… warm… in his heart…

And that warmth spread, going from his own heart up his throat and into Love.

There was a lustful sigh as the redhead tore their lips apart, his blue-green eyes at half mast. He looked so… content, calm…

So beautiful… In a way that a tiger was beautiful; dangerously so, but deceivingly as well.

Lee could not stop himself as he watched the redhead relax. He reached out, initiating contact for one of the first few times, and gripped Love's hand, humming happily as he nuzzled his face into the redhead's shoulder.

"… Ah hem… Guys? Heeellloo."

Lee went dead tense, his eyes shooting open and his face fever red. Ever so slowly, he looked around himself at the dinner table, his mouth gaping open and shut as he met almost a dozen pair of degrading lilac eyes, only of them not, but still filled with embarrassment and shock. The only other pair of eyes staring at them were sky blue and were filled with humor, horror, and irritation.

"Oy, think you could have held it till you two were alone?"

"It has never stopped you before, Uzumaki."

The blonde scowled.

"Well I never dragged Hinata from her chair onto mine and started sucking faces."

The redhead did not show shame, hesitation, nor any other emotion that stated he cared as he allowed his hands to fall slowly away from Lee to land on the arm rests of his chair, meeting Naruto's eyes calmly.

"You said for me to eat something."

"I wasn't talking about your boy toy!"

"I am not a boy toy!"

If anyone heard Lee's horrified cry, they did not let on.

"He is the only thing that sates me. Eating anything else would be pointless."

Lee gave a groan of despair as he once again buried his face into Love's shoulder.

'Goddess forgive me, but I find this humorous…'

So do I, Lee, so do I…

Happy Tenth Chapter!!!