Lust
Chapter 2: Him
I don't own Neji or Tenten
He was perfect, no he was more then perfect. She trained day after day, non-stop to prove to him that she worth his affection, yet either he was blinded by his destiny or to naive to see her love. He truely was a marvel, no questions about it. His raven black hair looked as if the night sky above her painted it. His bleached eyes shown no emotion what so ever, yet it drew her ever closer to him, as if out of curiousity. He could control her with ease, even though she was to proud to admit that fact, he ruled over her. His body was lean and sturdy. Built out of rock, his hair was now untied and drooped down past shoulder's length. He broad shoulders held the long white kimono and gray cloth hanging around him like a blanket. He still was cold as the icy water cool water below her feet, but he had learned that destiny, even his destiny, has its curves and twists. She sat glaring down at her reflection. It bent with each ripple that plummted on the glazed pool of liquid. Tears feel slowly, but steadly into the water mixing with it, leaving no trace. "I am so ugly, he probably thinks I can't even win a fight properly," her studdering tones echoed in the night sky, blending in with the owls calls, the crickets songs, and something she was un aware of. She coughed loudly, chocking on her own sorrows, it felt as if she were being burned and drowned at the same time. "He hates me, plain and simple," she whispered softly. She sat crouched like a vulture, gazing down at her image with such unusual eyes. They were blank, almost frightening. Glazed with wet droplets, and red like the blood dripping from the rock she was clenching so tightly.
Neji stood, horrified at the scene infront of him. He had followed her to this location and had been watching her, sob her emotions, her feelings, and her love for "him". He couldn't do a thing, he feet felt like lead. His heart was pounding, his needed, no wanted to hold her in a tight embrace and hold her till her tears dried and tell her everything. Yet, he was scared, so scared, never in his whole life was he so scared. Slowly, step by step, he walked toward her, fragilly so only the sound of his breathing could be heard. He too was trembling, his body was numb, he felt nothing be the lust to hold her, to protect her, to show her he doesn't hate her. A soft breeze blew through the shadowed tree and for a short moment hide Neji's towering reflection behind the young girl, no the young women before him. He knelt to get level with her, slowly and carefully clutching her side and pullling her toward him and resting his head apon her frail shoulder. Tenten literally stopped breathing, her eyes followed the soft breath on her neck and saw the so familiar raven colored hair, strands on it fell onto her tear stained hands and she clutched them softly and sinked into his embrace and closed her eyes and fell into heaven itself.
Neji couldn't believe it, she was leaning on him, showing him the stone cold statue compassion. His true desire sat before him, so easy he could take control and now even he knew she would not fight back, she too lusted for him. He many of times saw her admiring him like a painting. He payed no mind to it, just thought of it as a pain. Slowly though, he saw her eyes wonder away from him and the day when she could just close her eyes and rest her head on the rough bark of a tree, he knew he wanted her, he needed her more then life itself. His now calm hands slide into hers and gripped them trying to coax her to calm herself and relax that he was here, when noone else was. He slowly moved her hands toward his lips and planted a soft feather-like kiss on it tasting her blood, so sweet, causing Tenten to grip his hand and met these new pair of eyes. The outer shell of his eyes were the same, white as snow. but everything he was thinking could be seen, pain, happiness, sorrow, wrath, angry, angust, and lust for her. That caught her off guard the most. Her eyes were to easy to read and she knew he knew what she wanted. Slowly, the great weapon mistress and the legacy lips claimed one another and then a true love was made. Like the first Christmas snow, or the first flower or robin's song in Spring, so perfect. So perfect.