Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of the characters from Naruto.

A/N: So almost none of the characters will stay in character for very long, I can pretty much guarantee that. So, I just mainly wanted to have some fun with this. Maybe you'll like it too.

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"It is nice to hear your flattery again," She smiled, "Perhaps you should try it on your daughter."…

Tenten ran full blast from her house to the training area where she was supposed to meet Neji. Tears were streaming down her cheeks as the thoughts chased each other around in her head. Her father was Tenkage? And now she had to marry a complete stranger? No way! But she knew training would help her to forget. Soon she would lose herself in jutsus and weapons.

She stopped before going into the clearing to wipe the tears from her face. No one but her needed to know she was crying. No one needed to know she was daughter of the Tenkage. And Neji was about the last person she wanted to find out any of these things.

Upon entering the clearing, she saw Neji turn towards her and smirked. She made her best attempt to smile back as he lapsed back into his state of stoicism. Tenten walked to the center of the clearing and Neji did so as well. Stopping about ten feet from each other they were silent. Tenten was used to this, Neji was always quiet. But she knew something was different when he frowned at her.

"Your eyes are red," He stated emotionlessly. Tenten made to wipe the wetness away quickly and he just stared.

'Great, he knows I was crying and now he's staring. I'm so pathetic!' She thought and took a deep breath when she was satisfied that she looked better. Neji was no longer frowning, but his eyes were still fixed on hers.

"What's wrong?" He wanted to know.

"Nothing, let's just do this," She answered. He knew that tone, it meant she would not answer no matter how much she was pressed. Neji didn't know what to think, he hadn't seen her like this for a long time. He couldn't help but wonder what had happened.

"You're sure?"

"Positive," She opened her scroll and they began.

Tenten could tell he was only coming at her half-heartedly, and that made her mad. He saw her as weak now, and wouldn't even challenge her. That needed to change. She directed all of the emotion she was feeling towards him. It wasn't even Neji to her anymore, he was just the target; the outlet for her feelings.

'For fourteen years he couldn't find the time to see me,' She slashed at him with both hands causing him to jump back to avoid the attack.

'Mom has known it all these years and never told me,' Tenten found an opening in his defense and went for it, catching his leg.

' And now I have to marry a complete stranger…' She saw a flash go past her and hit it with all she had.

'…So I can never marry-' She prepared a direct hit when suddenly he came up in front of her, startling her, 'Neji!'

He grabbed her arm, twisting it away from his face and pushed her back. She cried out in pain. Tenten felt him hit her shoulder and she fell back onto her rear. Gasping from the pain in her arm and shoulder, she realized he'd used gentle fist on her.

"Why did you use gentle fist?" Tenten wanted to know, she had made it clear before that he could practice that with anyone but her.

"Why were you trying to kill me?" He asked incredulously. "You're never that aggressive, if I'd not done gentle fist I wouldn't be able to walk now."

Tenten looked surprised and he disregarded it. She seemed to have a lot on her mind today, and it had seemed like she wasn't even really looking at him. Tenten studied the ground, still rubbing her arm where he'd grabbed her.

"I'm sorry…" She started. "It's just that…I've had a really bad day."

Neji looked up at her patiently, waiting for her to tell him about it. But she never said anything. He felt confused but didn't show it. 'Why isn't she talking? I thought that's what girls did, they talk. Don't they?' He thought and instead searched through his pack for ointment. Tenten watched him curiously but said nothing. They were on the edge of the training area, Tenten had scooted over to a tree for support and Neji was now sitting next to her. She yelped when he took her arm and began to rub ointment onto it.

"Excuse me, what do you think you're doing?" Tenten asked. He didn't answer until he'd rubbed it thoroughly into the skin of her arm. She felt it tingling there and started questioning her choice in friends.

"It's a strong herbal remedy for chakra flow," He stated and let her take her arm back. "It also works well for deep cuts, like this one."-He indicated the one she'd inflicted on his leg.- "Now will you let me treat your shoulder?"

"What?" Tenten blinked in confusion.

"I hit your shoulder, now can I put some ointment on it?"

"Oh, yeah sure," She started to unbutton her blouse and he stopped her.

"What are you doing?"

"You grabbed the top of my shoulder, so I'm going to let you put ointment there, ok?" She pulled down the sleeve and leaned her head away so that he could reach. Neji went silent as he put the ointment on, and she thought for a moment that maybe his cheeks had turned pink. No, not possible, Neji couldn't turn pink. It just wasn't possible.

When he had finished she buttoned her shirt up again and he seemed relieved. Neji then went to put some onto his cut when she suddenly took the ointment from him. He looked surprised when she pulled out a handkerchief and dabbed away the blood. It turned into an awkward position, because the cut was on the inside of his lower thigh she had to sit in between his legs in order to reach better. How Tenten had managed to hit him there neither of them were exactly sure.

"Tenten," Neji said once she had finished up. "Do you want to talk about what happened today?"

She looked back at him with a look in her eyes he couldn't quite read. It was a mix of disappointment, hurt, surprise and wanting. Neji didn't know what to make of it, and he wished she would just talk to him.

But she wouldn't, because she couldn't bring herself to tell him she was engaged to someone else.