A/N - -snickers while reading the ending Author's Notes in the last chapter- I sounded so awesome there…

Huh? Oh, right.

Sorry if I'm late! Parents are all pissy about going back to school and me not waking up in the morning. XP

Well, here's the next part to the people who actually read my story and those who are intending to! Voila! Two scenes!

Next morn, Neji awoke with a fright and turned to his partner for comfort, only to be greeted with empty space. He had planned to wake up early to whisper more sweet nothings in her ear and quietly beg for forgiveness, but, still, he sighed in relief.

He hadn't thought of any sweet nothings.

Neji had a horrendous dream, but he couldn't remember it. Like anyone could? Dreams were like that…

Every time he would attempt to recall it, these words would pass through his mind: Fate, love, Tenten, and…such a horrifying image he could only describe as "Death". Very, very ambiguous words to go on. It could have been anything. But it was the name of the weapon mistress that allured him the most. He hoped desperately - whatever had happened - that that particular dream was not prophetic.

He shook the thought away; he needed to see if he was forgiven. But of course, as soon as he tried to make a move his Inner/heart would hinder him.

"Look kid, don't even bother. She hasn't forgiven you,"his heart said simply.

What? Why? Neji asked, becoming slightly used to its interruptions.

"Look around you." He did. "She would've shown you a sign of the day before, instead she's pretending like nothing happened." Neji inwardly opened his mouth to protest, but his heart pushed on. "If she had forgiven you, then she would have a note somewhere. If she had forgiven you, she wouldn't have made her half of the bed like in songs. It looks like she's giving you the silent treatment, because she's put away all her clothes and everything is neat and tidy, and…I just feel it." Neji was appreciative he had a rather witty Inner, even if it was ridiculous at times. Because, despite whatever horrors an "overactive" imagination could give to a sane person, its embodiment was that of a VERY intelligent Neji Hyuga. It must have some worth then.

So, any ideas, or are you one of those if-you-don't-know-then-I-don't-know sort of conscience? It shook its head at him.

"Well, be glad that Inner Sakura gives me some good romance novels; because I'm gonna make Tenten fall in love with ya,"it said enthusiastically. Neji scowled inside and out. "Sorry, I meant I know how to get you so romantic, that she'll have to forgive you!"

In case you haven't noticed, she isn't exactly the type. She's like a horse that can never be ridden. Besides, she doesn't like that kind of gooey crap; I know. Once on her birthday, I gave her a present without thinking. She was glad I remembered, but when she opened the gift of perfume, her fist found its way to the back of my head! It shook its ghostly appearance at him again.

"Tsk, tsk, don't you know anything?"a pause."This tomboy smacking you upside the head is what only girls would do when they're really pissed. That only proves her girly connection. So no matter what you do, if it's romantic, she will forgive you," his heart concluded. "But, like you said, she's not the type, so you need to make the conversation deep or else it might not work."

This might be fun…

Meanwhile, Tenten was either being comforted in pity, honored for smack talk, yelled at for stupidity, or some amounted combination of the three by her fellow kunoichi. They were her girl friends, and she let them in on the embarrassing moments; only to Neji that were embarrassing, the hair mishap, and her verbal fight with Neji. She refused to break that promise she made less than a year ago though; her conscience still held fast for that.

It was noon, and Neji had yet to emerge from his abode. The kunoichi tried as hard as they could to make her forget about the Hyuga, but no matter what they did, it only reminded her of him.

Sakura gave her a sleek new scroll. Perfect for writing symbols on. Seals on which she would activate and throw various sharp, pointy items at a Certain Someone.

Ino gave Tenten her favorite comb. It was black, shiny, and had the words BFF in gold letters at the rim. It reminded her of his hair that she had held tightly when she woke up that morning; she was having a nightmare.

Hinata…she didn't even get a chance to voice an explanation for her, just as Neji wasn't able to. Her eyes alone were memory enough. The eyes that held no coloration and no secrets.

Temari though reminded her of the times she had seen through her act, whether it was of up or down hair; she had known her enough. She had known her more than enough.

In a way, after she had dropped all those mad feelings and looked around, they had cheered her up. Right now she didn't need Neji. She had other friends. She didn't hang-out with them as much as she would have liked, but she was perfectly capable of having them. After all, it was Neji who often took up most of her time. That possessive little white-ass…

Even as odd as she was, she could have friends other than that jerk…right?

She would laugh when there was no joke. She would dance when there was no music. She didn't believe in "hanging-out" with friends and yet she was the friendliest person in Konoha. And that was the reason why she was happy all the time. She was like any other girl now. Not special in any way.

But, somewhere deep down…a voice told her that there was someone who thought otherwise.

A/N – So, Inner Neji, realizing how utterly hopeless his medium is, decides to help him out by thinking up the most heartfelt apology ever. And Tenten, already recovering with the help of SHIT (Sakura, Hinata, Ino, and Temari) has put such a dramatic little act of identity switching behind her. Not because he confused her, but because someone else could make him smile so easily. It was a silly motive anyway, right?

I'm afraid that that is all for today.

Is a fun story awaiting us?

A sad story?

Or maybe…

(Please review. BTW, can anyone guess the reference above? XD)